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Great stories rarely become a reality, but some realities make great stories. This is one of those stories.

This is about the fling I had with a young lady in her 20s from our apartments. I always ignored her whenever we ran into each other in the building, so did she.

She usually takes a walk in the building with her mom or other family members, dressed in a nighty.

She is not a head-turning beauty and looks overweight in those nighties. But, I used to see her every day either alone or with her family, religiously doing her walking rounds. They do not regularly walk with her but give her company now and then.

I realized that she is insecure about her body image, and her family is feeding this insecurity.

Days passed, and it became a regular habit of ignoring each other whenever we passed by. But, one day she changed her wardrobe and started wearing a new set of nightwear.

She wore a t-shirt and tight night pants while she was walking, and I couldn’t stop myself from breaking our tradition. I turned and looked at her. I broke my routine, but she did not notice.

She was around 5’ 5” and looked like a Latina with a really round ass and fat thighs. She had the shape of Kim Kardashian. I cursed myself for not paying attention all these days.

The nighties were un-sexy but still could’ve given me hints of her shape, but I never stared long enough to notice. I couldn’t resist an opportunity to get closer to that ass and thought I should give a shot at befriending her and trying my luck.

The next day, I smiled at her and said something like, I am impressed with her health consciousness and tried to make small talk.

She responded courteously and respectfully, as I never made her uncomfortable or gave off any hints of flirting in our daily encounters.

I started doing these small talks with her family as well but always kept the conversations short so as not to betray my “reserved” image. I still do not know any details of them, not even their names.

One day, I told her that instead of walking, she should climb up and down the stairs. I explained to her that it was a better exercise, and she will also like some change in the routine.

She liked the idea, and I told her that I would join her as I was bored as well. Whenever I get the opportunity, I would let her climb the stairs before me, and I would gladly watch that ass jiggle.

Their family started to include the stairs in their daily routine, and I would join her now and then when she is alone. I wouldn’t talk much and always was reserved. I never crossed any boundaries and remained as a casual neighbor. The lady is from a regular middle-class household that is very averse to any deviation from family values.

I believed that I shouldn’t push my luck and was in no hurry to make her body mine. I knew that if I could succeed, it will take me a lot of time and that I have to make her take baby steps in this direction.

Moreover, these steps should feel natural for her, and she should take these steps on her own will.I kept praising her for the routine.

I once praised her for keeping herself in such good shape religiously, adding something like it’s great that they have this discipline in their family. But, the conversation that followed gave me confirmation that she has issues with her body image. However, I kept insisting that she was unnecessarily worrying about her weight.

I tried explaining that having some fat in the human body is desirable. Moreover, the fitness of the body doesn’t always depend on how heavy it is.

This conversation planted a seed in her mind that her body could be fine all along, and she is now confused. But, she was not completely convinced, and this topic came up a couple of times after this conversation.

I realized that she is interested in this topic. I tried providing solid grounds for my arguments as much as possible but still held myself from giving out that round girls are sexy, and men drool over their hot bodies.

But, I intentionally acted impatiently in one of those conversations and told her she is round, not fat. She said it’s the same thing.

Then I told her being round is a dream of any girl but being fat isn’t. She still did not understand the difference.

Then I pulled out my phone and searched a few pics on Google. I tried to make her understand the difference between round, fat, and thin. During these conversations, she realized that I like her shape. It was not intentional, but I explained that round women are good-looking, and it must’ve made her realize that.

Her behavior with me around has changed. I acted normal and my liking her shape was nothing to hide and was not at all embarrassed. She realized that there is no need to behave differently around me after a few days of embarrassed looks.

My confidence helped ease the situation. She started being friendlier with me. I can sense the feeling of mutual trust and respect, but there was some budding lust. This was a crucial period. I was able to alter the course of the relationship without her knowing it.

While she was busy worrying about her looks, I was able to express my appreciation of her body without any element of flirting.

Normally these girls will have a guard against flirts, and they will distance those men they see as flirts. Moreover, the situation kind of seemed as if she forcefully made me say things. Things that I would not normally say.

I made her think she was in control. We now know each other’s names and phone numbers. We used to chat on and off on the phone, sat together on the stairs when bored a few times, etc. It must’ve been a couple of weeks since the fat v/s round argument. And now, I could sense a sexual tension between us, both of us are aware of it.

I realized that it’s time to take it a step further and take control into my hands. I became bolder with my eyes. I never looked at her body directly in the guise of being courteous. But, now I started showing my lusty side as well.

I started testing out how far I could go with my stares. I noticed no hesitation from her side against the stares. She was already waiting for me to take a step and she seemed glad that I finally was.

That day, our eyes, smiles, and body language did all the talking for us. I grabbed her hand, took her to the topmost floor. The terrace is off-limits. The farthest we could go is to the terrace gate via a flight of stairs between the terrace and the top floor. The lights on this flight of stairs between the top floor and terraces are always off.

I kept pulling her to these dark stairs and she came along, with a smile in her eyes. Our hearts were racing, I put her against a wall in a dark corner and our bodies got closer. My hands started moving close to her hips and my lips were aiming at hers. Once my lips were in reach she came forward and touched hers to mine.

I am usually very calculated with my foreplay. I always pace myself but, not this time. The build-up of the lust for her I had for all these weeks overtook my calm mind.

I was ravaging her body, squeezing her ass, sticking my tongue into her mouth, and suffocating her by pinning her body to the wall while crushing her boobs with my chest. She reciprocated.

She enjoyed the fact that she can bring out a beast hidden in a calm and respectful man. She was adding fuel to the fire by throwing her body at me. She did not say it out loud, but we both knew her body was mine to enjoy at that moment. I turned her around and started rubbing my erect dick in my pants on her ass.

The last time I noticed my dick, it was semi-erect and we were still downstairs with lusty eyes and I was about to grab her hand. I squeezed her boobs mercilessly from behind, They were big, handful, and would be a highlight by themselves on any normal woman, but in her case, the heavenly large ass overshadows them.

After a few moments, I started to regain my control, even though I could’ve pulled open her clothes, I did not. I started playing with her nipples over her t-shirt and night bra. I slowed down my kisses on her neck and cheeks, and started using my tongue and teeth on her neck, and gradually bit her ears.

She realized that I am controlling her body and teasing her. She wanted me to lose control again. She turned around, put her hands in my hair, and started to kiss me very passionately.

I am using my hands on her ass, hips, boobs, and enjoying the touch of her body to my heart’s content. It did not take much time for her to lose control. She realized that, and she is okay with me leading the act, and allowed me to dominate her. The next few minutes it was me making sure that she was dripping with juices in her pants.

I slowed down and sped up the foreplay on my own terms. I poked her ass and groin with my dick under the pants all the time. This kept her excited.

Even though I haven’t even seen the skin, not even the cleavage, I have very intimate knowledge of her boobs, ass, and her body.

I had hints of her vaginal juices overflowing with the whiffs of strong smell I got now and then. For any couple, the first foreplay is the best and the excitement you have can never be recreated.

I thoroughly made sure that everything was slow, smooth, and memorable. I wanted this to be her best experience ever.

By this time, she kind of knew that sex is not new to me. I can see that she no longer sees me as a calm respectful guy. Her eyes tell me that she found out that I am very lustful and that she uncovered a dirty secret of mine.

I did not shy away. I wanted her to see the lusty beast in me. I locked eyes and intentionally squeezed, spanked, pinched, and crushed her body as if I own her.

I wanted to make sure that she does not doubt that I want to dominate her and do things to her body as I please. It worked. She understood the point I was trying to make and withdrew from the staring contest.

She turned her face away and was about to run away and get free from me. I let her body free but held her hand and did not let her run away.

She could now see my raging dick under my pants whenever she dropped her gaze. I told her she should be nice and return the favor by playing with my body, she should please me the same way I did.

She said she should get back and her family might come out looking for her. I said it’s unfair that she leaves me in this condition pointing at my erection.

She said she is sorry and she has to go. I pulled her back into my hands and said I can’t stop now. I told her that I am in mad lust and she will not be allowed to leave.

I asked her to hold my dick to see how badly I am suffering from the erection. I put her hand in my pants and she kind of shyly and hesitantly accepted the situation.

I guided her to stroke the hot rod up and down. She could see how she could control me by holding my dick. She tried squeezing me with different pressures and pumping my shaft at different speeds.

She is at least new to this if it was not her first time. I pulled my pants to my knees and asked her to keep playing with me. I no longer have to hold her and make her touch the dick.

I took the opportunity to grab her body. We were facing the terrace gate and she kept pumping me while I played with her body.

At this moment we both realized that we both are losing control, and we both are enjoying making others lose control. This made me explode. I came over the gate and had a violent orgasm.

She saw a man have an orgasm and shake from the intense pleasure it brings to him, for the first time. I could see that she is very proud and was teasingly laughing at the face I made during my orgasm.

She kept stroking me for a while after my orgasm and the shaft is no longer diamond-hard and has long stopped pulsating from the orgasm but, I could feel a lingering pleasure in my dick when she stroked.

She moved away from me, whispered bye with a smile, and started running away. We both knew that there is more to come, heck we both wanted there to be more.

It was evident in the way we stared at each other while she was running down the stairs. I said nothing, just grinned and waved back.

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There is more to come.

I have been a regular visitor to the ISS since my teenage years. I loved fantasizing about myself in the wonderful stories that other authors write here.

I was a shy boy with a dirty mind. I am now a grown man with many facets of personality and the ISS stories from my hormone-filled teenage years are still a part of me.

The wild fantasies in the stories gave me ideas and courage to try something out in the real world. Although most of my attempts either backfired in the worst case or failed to deliver any sexual outcome, in the best case.

I started to learn how to deal with people. I started to enjoy the high I get when I try to get sexual outcomes in impossible situations, even when I fail.

Through the sheer chance of luck, sometimes my gambles worked and the sexual pleasure I had while living through those moments is indescribable.

I was able to achieve great sexual satisfaction in my life because of the ISS stories in my teenage and my mad desịre to live them.

I am convinced that I have enough experiences to put out some lessons from my life so that others will also get inspired to make their fantasies true.

Unfortunately, these are not as fantastic as other fantasy writers would write. I wish to keep the tone and pace very conservative here.

I enjoy the “mass” stories and fantasies of other writers, I might give it a try at some point in time. Please feel free to connect to me at [email protected]

I love talking to buddies about all things sexual, please do not hesitate to make contact if you are interested. I do not mind which gender you are, I just love the conversations.

If you are a Hyderabadi or a Telugu, I am in for nonsexual conversations as well.

Vanakam nanbargale, indru kama kathaiyil ungaluku oru azhagana 26 vayathu akkavai ootha kathaiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. En peyar Surya, vayathu 22 aagugiarthu. Naan en veetil kastam endru en amma velai seithu kondu iruntha veetil velaikaaranaaga velai paarthu vanthen.

Angu sendru veetu velaigalai seithu kondu irunthen, naan velai seithu kondu iruntha pozhuthu angu oru samayal kaaran irunthaan. Antha veetirku oru pazham koduka oru akka vanthaal, avaluku vayathu 26 aagi irunthathu. Naan ethichiyaaga kitchenuku selum pozhuthu antha akkavai slab meethu amarthi aval pudavaiyai thuki samayalkaaran oothu kondu irunthaan.

Naan udane ozhithu kondu avargal ena seigiraargal endru paarthen, pazham virukum akkavai irukamaaga kati pidithukonde sexiyaaga oothu kondu irunthaan. Athai paarkum pozhuthu en sunni udane viraithu vitathu, en kaiyai sunniyil vaithu pidithu konde avargal oopathai paarthen. Samayal kaaran soothil akka kaiyai vaithu aval kuthiyil sunniyai azhuthinaal.

Nandraaga oothu avan sunniyil kanju varum pozhuthu akka kutha vaithu avan kanjai sappi kudithaal. Enaku appozhuthu thaan therinthathu pengal kanjai kudika aasai paduvaargal endru, kanjai kudithu avan sunniyai sirithu neram sappi vitu iruvarum velai seivathu pola nadika aarambithaargal. Naan udane bathroom sendru pazham virukum akkai oopathu pola ninaithu kai adithen.

Enaku iruntha moodil kanju udane vanthu vitathu, sunniyai kazhuvikondu avargal irukum idathirku sendren. Antha akka eppozhuthu vanthaalum niraiya neram engal udan irunthu vitu thaan seluvaal, sila neram juice potu koduthu vitu seluvaal. Naan angu sendrathum enudan nandraaga pesi pazhaginaal, naan ungal peyar ena endru keten?

Aval valli endraal, naan vayathil siriyavan enbathaal en meethu aval mulaiyai vaithu kati pidithu aval kathalan udan pesuvaal. Naan avalidam ungaluku innum thirumanam aaga vilaiya endru keten? Veetil maapilai parthukondu irukiraargal endru solinaal. Vaarathirku iru naatkal naan velai seiyum veetirku varuvaal.

Eppozhuthu vanthaalum ennai samayalkaaran veetu velaiyai seiya anapi viduvaan, athanaal naanum velai seiya povathu pola sendru marainthu irunthu ivargal oopathai paarpen. Ippadiye paarthu paarthu antha idathile kai pazhakam seithu kanjai adithu ootruven. Iruvar oopathai paarthu angaiye kai adithu kanju ootruvathum sugamaaga thaan irunthathu.

Oru naal naan apadi avargal oopathai paarthukondu irupathai akka paarthu vital, naan aval ennai paarthala ilaiya endru theriyamaal irunthen. Sari mendum avalai paarka vendam endru antha idathile suvatrin meethu saainthu en sunniyai adithu konde irunthen, appozhuthu naan sirithum ethir parkatha vithamaaga akka vanthu naan kai adipathai paarthu vitaal.

Aval ennai paarka naanum avalai paarka patharamaaga aagi vitathu, naan udane en sunniyai ulle vitu konden. En sunni 7” irukum naan siru vayathil irunthu kai pazham seivathaal sunni perithaaga viraithu irukum. En sunniyai akka paarthu vital aval ennai paarthathum konjam jerk aagi nindraal udane samayalkaaran ena endru kitchenil irunthu ketan?

Pazham virum akka ondrum illai endru soli vitu ennai oru vithamaaga paarthu vitu sendraal. Aval adutha vaaram vanthu ondrum nadakathathu pola en idam epozhuthum pesuvathu pola pesinaal, aval mulaiyai en meethu vaithu azhuthinaal. Enaku migavum pidithu irunthathu, naan moodu aaginen, samayal kaaran veliyil selum pozhuthu naan akka soothai paarthen.

Aval juice potukondu irupaal naan en moodana sunniyai aval soothil vaithu urasiya padiye avalai thandi seluvum. Pinbu aval arugil irukum porulai edupathu pola aval mulaiyaiyum urasuven, akka ethum sola matal en idam sagajamaaga thaan pesi pazhaguvaal. Samayal kaaran ilatha pozhuthu thaan en idam nandraaga siirthu pesuvaal.

Samayal kaaran irunthaal konjam alavaaga oru akka pola pazhaguval avan ilatha neram en vayathu pen pola pazhaguvaal. Ipadiye sendru kondu irunthathu, oru naal veetu owner familyaaga veli ooruku selvathaaga soli irunthaargal. Athanaal samayal kaaran leave potu ooruku sendraan, ippozhuthu veetil naan matrum watchman matum thaan irunthom.

Veetil yaarum illai enbathu pazham virkum akkavirku theriyaathu, athanaal aval veetirku vanthaal. Watchman veetil yaarum ilai endru soli irukiraan, naan matum veetil irukiren endru soliya pin thaan aval veetirku vanthu irukiraal.

Naan veetil irunthen, aval varuvaal endru naan konjam kuda ethir paarka villai. Ulle vanthu en muthugil aval mulaiyai vaithu azhuthi ena seithukondu irukiraai endru sirithu konde ketal.

Naan thaniyaaga veetu velaigalai seithu kondu irukiren endru solinen, appo veetil yaarume ilaiye endru ketal? Naan yarume illai endru solinen. Unaku naan undan irukum pozhuthu ethume thondra vilaiya endru ketal? Naan enaku ena enamo thondrugirathu endru solinen. Akka apadiya sari nee andru ena seithukondu irunthaai endru ketal?

Nan andru nee oothukondu irupathai parthu moodu thanga mudiyaamal kai adithu kondu irunthen endren. Sari appo unaku kai pazhakam matum thaan seiya thondriyathu ennai ooka vendum endru thondra vilaiya endru ketal? Aval ithai ketathum naan unnai oopathu pola thaan niraiya natkalaaga kai pazham seithu kondu irukiren endren.

Sari vaa evalavu naatkal thaan kai pazhakam seivaai indru akka udan unmaiyave oothu santhoshamaaga iru endru ennai kati pidithaal.

Veetu saavi irukum idam enaku theriyum athanaal naan akkavai owner bedroomku azhaithu sendren. Angu sema coastly bed irunthathu, akkavai paduka vaithu aval udambu muzhuvathum mutham seithu aadaiyai kayatinen.

Akka mulai perithaaga velaiyaaga pazhuthu irunthathu, kaambai sutri naakal naki vitu piragu mulai kaambai sappa aarambithen. Akka sugathil en thaliyil kai vaithu naai kutiyai thadavi kodupathu pola thadavi koduthaal. Mulaiyai nandraaga sappi vitu aval kuthiku sendren, aval pavadaiyai kayati vitu mudi irukum kuthiyai naka aarambtihen.

Aval mudiyai oru pakamaaga othuki kuthiyai azhagaga nakinen, akka en thalai mudiyai irukamaga pidithu kondaal.

Nandraaga kuthiyai naki avalai vasiyam seithen, pinbu akka en sunniyai veliyil eduthu intha vayathile perithaaga sunniyai valarthu vaithu irukiraai endru soli sunniyai oomba aarambithaal. Sunniyai nandraaga echu seithu sappi suvaithaal, enaku migavum pidithu irunthathu.

Sunniyai nandraaga oombi kotaiyai vaaiyil vizhungi urinthu sappi sunni muzhuvathum aval echu aakinaal. Pinbu avalai ooka aarambitha pozhuthu thaan antha bed arumai therinthathu, naan oru kuthu kuthinaal aval pundai ennai iru kuthu kuthugirathu.

Nandraaga matter poda aarambithom, akka en soothil kai vaithu en sunniyai aval pundaikul azhuthinaal.

En idam dei kanjai pundaikul iraki vidathe da endru solinaal, bayapadathe naan kanjai un vaaiyil thaan irakuven endru soli avalai vegamaaga ooka aarambithen. Sunni muzhuvathum aval pundaikul irangiyathu, ookave inbamaaga irunthathu.

Vega vegamaaga avalai oothu thalinen, pinbu akkavai doggy nilaiyil vaithu sexiyaaga matter poda aarambithen.

Intha nilaiyil akka soothu sexiyaaga vatamga irunthathu, athai pidithukonde jollyaga oothen. Vegamaaga oothu konde irukum pozhuthu akka pundaiyil kanju vanthathu. Avaluku kanju vanthathum naan en sunniyai veliyil eduthu aval mulai meethu amarnthu vaaiyil sunniyai vitu oothen.

Sirithu neram oothu sunniyai pidithu vegamaaga adithu kanjai aval vaaiyil adithu ootrinen.

Akka en kanjai muzhuvathum kudithaal, iruvarum antha padukaiyil sirithu neram paduthu irunthom. Piragu watchman ulle vanthu vida pogiraan endru keezhe kitchen sendrom angu sendrathum en sunnni mendum urasiyathu. Naan mendum akkavai kati pidithu romance seithu mendum oothu kanjai vaaiyil irakinen.

Pinbu aduthu aduthu aval veetirku varum pozhuthu samyal kaaran avalai oothalum aval veetirku kilambum pozhuthu bathroomil avalai oothu thaan anapuven. Enathu kathaiyai padithu rasithatharku, nandri vanakam.

Hey folks! I am here to pen down my next story about an irresistible lady. You can read my other story here. For those who don’t know me, my nickname is Criminal (quite a story behind this name), and I have been a resident of Bangalore since birth.

To describe my appearance, I am quite lean, 5’9, a little on the ‘fair’ complexion (if that matters). Overall a handsome 32-year-old single.

Coming to the story, it is about a 40-year-old lady I met on Tinder. She was married with no kids. Her husband was working in another city while she pursued her career in Bangalore.

I am on Tinder, not just for dating. It isn’t disappointing if you just make a few new friends on a dating app. The lockdown has taken a toll on people mentally, and thus this statement from me.

From day one, this lady was to the point and spoke her mind. Mind you, she did not have a single picture of hers on her profile. On the other side, I have quite a few pictures of mine on my profile. I spoke to her only as a friend, and as days passed, we found some common interests.

I happened to visit a new pub in the city with a big group of guys, and she was there (got to know this later) with two of her friends. This was such a coincidence and totally unplanned. I didn’t know of her plans at all.

While I had a few drinks with my friends, I noticed a sweet and attractive lady a few tables away. We had many instances of eye contact, and she was the winner. She did not stop looking even though I looked away for a while. I did not want my friends to notice me doing this.

The dim lighting in the pub wouldn’t allow me to check her out completely. To my luck, she had to pass my table to go to the washroom. That’s when I had a good look at her. She was in a black crop top paired with blue denim. Her navel was deep, and her hips were wide.

Even in the dim light, I could see how smooth her skin was around her hips. Deep navel and smooth hips turn me on like crazy. She looked at me while passing our table, and I returned the favor. All the while we were there, we kept looking at each other but never spoke.

A couple of days after this incident, she texted me on Tinder, saying she saw me at a pub. Initially, I thought she was just messing with me. I asked her to describe the place and the songs that were being played. She got that right and also mentioned what I was wearing and where I was seated.

The obvious question I then asked her is why she didn’t come to speak to me if she was sure it was me. She said she tried but couldn’t gather the courage to approach me as I was in a big group.

I was disappointed that I couldn’t see her and she saw me. It was then she said that I was staring at her all through the evening. To confirm, I asked her if she was the lady in the black crop top and blue denim. When she said yes, I was thanking my stars that I knew this stunning lady and could meet her again.

We finally decided to meet for lunch one fine weekend. The same day my car broke down, and I had to take my two-wheeler. I called her and mentioned my car breaking down and that we would be going by my two-wheeler. She had to change because she was wearing a dress, assuming we would go by car.

I reached her place and said I am waiting outside. Just when she stepped out of her place, it started raining, and we decided to wait until the rain stopped. Unfortunately, it never stopped, and our plans had to be called off.

This was when cyclone Nivar had made its landfall in Tamil Nadu and Andhra Pradesh. Bangalore witnessed frequent rainfall during this time.

Disappointed, she said we will have to eat at home today and invited me to her place. She guided me to the guest room and said I could use the washroom there to freshen up. She went to her room for the same and came out in a pretty night suit.

I could see the disappointment on her face that we could not go out for lunch. She was absolutely not in the mood to cook. Sensing this, I offered to order food for the two of us. To cheer her up, I also ordered some desserts. While we were waiting for food, we had a drink and smoked a couple of cigarettes.

She was hungry and quickly had food while it was still warm. We then had ice cream while sitting on the couch next to each other. She was very interested in trying out the ice cream I had ordered. I am a person who doesn’t like sharing ice cream.

When I resisted, she tried grabbing my bowl and ended up spilling a bit on her night suit. We then made peace, and I offered to feed her from my bowl. That was the ice-breaker moment. I was inching closer to her on the couch. Now our thighs came in contact.

Though she did not give me any direct or indirect signal, I decided to trust my gut and thought of kissing her cheek. But then I did not want to ruin whatever bonding we had so far. After an internal mental battle I had running in my head, I mustered all the courage to seduce this married lady.

I planted a kiss on her cheek while feeding her ice cream. She felt a little shy and did not know how to react. But she did not object. I kept this going with each bite of ice cream, and finally, she was comfortable to kiss me back. That was a good enough signal.

We quickly finished the bowl of ice cream, and I hugged her while sitting. The heat was building up. Slowly our lips were getting closer and closer. I could not take it anymore and placed my lips on hers. We continued kissing for about 15 minutes and took a break.

There was an awkward silence for a while as both of us did not expect this to happen. I was thinking about what’s going on in her mind. Would she regret doing this because she was married? Tens of questions were running on my mind.

Just then, she got off the couch, held my hand, and pulled me to her bedroom. Once again, we started kissing madly once the door shut behind us. We were running our hands on each other’s back while kissing. It then hit me that she has beautiful hips.

I was itching to get my hands on them soon and lifted her top slightly just enough to explore her hips. She let out a slight moan as the cold wind hit her bare hips. My hands were cold, too. She wrapped her arms around me tightly.

Her temperature was increasing, and she was waiting to be touched everywhere. I moved to remove her top, and she helped. She was in a beautiful navy blue bra. Her choice of the bra made me wonder if she has a hand-picked collection of inners.

Anyhow, it was time to concentrate on the act and wonder about these things later. She quickly unbuttoned my shirt, and we hugged each other. She wanted to feel the warmth of each other’s body touching and stayed put for a while. She suddenly pushed me on the bed and jumped on top of me.

That blew me away, and I instantly knew she’s the dominant one in bed. We kissed again. I unhooked her bra in a second. She smiled at me, indicating the speed at which I unhooked it so effortlessly. She had the perfect size boobs for her body (34B). They were firm, smooth as butter and her nipples were pinkish.

Once those melons were set loose, she rubbed her boobs on my face. She locked my hands with her legs (kneeling down on me). Then she placed her left boob on my lips. I started kissing them slowly. She had started to enjoy this, and after a while, I sucked her boobs one by one.

We were in no hurry, and she wanted to take it slow with each act and wanted me to explore her body completely. After a while of sucking, her boobs started turning reddish, and her nipples were completely erect. She had enough of it and started running her hands on my dick over the trouser.

I was getting harder and harder with her touch and was at full strength in a minute. Noticing this, she unzipped my trousers and grabbed my dick over my underwear. She played with it for as long as she wanted while I continued to suck her boobs. Because of the sucking, she had marks all around her boobs.

It was time for me to take up the next act, and I loosened up her pants. My hands were exploring her ass over her navy blue satin panties. She was fond of lingerie and made sure she always matches her inners. I love it when women do this. Her ass was complimenting her wide hips. This got me excited.

She then slid her hand inside my underwear and freed my dick. I was on cloud 9 when her bare hands touched my dick. Isn’t that how guys feel? Though she did not start sucking it immediately, she stroked and kissed my dick for a while.

When I was rock hard, she grabbed lemongrass oil from the table next to the bed and started applying it on my body and dick. She loved that fragrance and wanted it on my dick before she gave a blowjob. The aroma got her in the mood, and she started sucking my dick.

I cannot describe what I was feeling right then. She knew exactly what she was doing. The pressure on my dick kept increasing, and I was close to cumming in her mouth. Just then, I stopped her, indicating I wouldn’t like to cum just yet. She understood me well. I then grabbed her and kissed her madly.

During this, I stripped the last piece of cloth on her body. It was time for me to return the favor, and I sucked her pussy. It was shaved, and she was clean. I continued exploring the interiors of her pussy with my tongue. She was dancing in her bed whenever my tongue hit the right spots.

While eating her pussy, I also kissed and biting her inner thighs, and she loved it. I kept switching between these places. She suddenly turned around and left me confused. She then asked me to spank her ass, kiss and suck her whole back, then kiss and bite her ass cheeks.

That made me realize she is the wild one. I spanked her ass harder and harder each time, and due to her fair complexion, her ass cheeks turned red. The whole act got my horses running, and I was at full strength again.

Without any indication, I got on top of her and entered her love hole from behind. She let out a loud moan as she did not see this coming. My dick slid inside easily because she was really wet by then. I continued to fuck her for 5 minutes, and she wanted me to fuck her harder.

I adjusted my position and started banging her in doggy style for another 10 minutes. Just when I was about to cum, I stopped and asked her to turn around. Instead, she got up, pushed me on the bed, and started riding on me. As time went by, she started riding me harder and harder.

To be honest, I was hurting a little because she was riding a little too harder. But pleasure took over the pain, as usual. I could see her sweating and getting tired of riding me. I asked her to switch and pinned her down.

We then fucked in missionary for a while, and she had an orgasm. I could see her juices flowing. It was about time I increased my pace. Within a couple of more minutes, I was ready to come and told her I was cumming. Just when I was ready to pull out, she asked me to go harder and cum inside her.

This got me even more excited, and I released my load in her. After a really long time, I released so much. For a moment, I felt I will not stop releasing. I laid on her for a few minutes and finally got up to clean. She went straight to the bathroom to clean herself, and she forgot to lock the door.

I noticed this and went straight in. She was surprised by my presence. I offered to clean her up, to which she obliged. She kept smiling throughout, and I asked her what the matter was. She said her ex-boyfriend and her husband have never helped her do this after having sex with her.

I was happy to see her smiling all along. We then had a shower together, and I helped her dress up too. We had an early dinner after that. It was time for me to go. I wanted more of her and did not want to go so soon. She had the same feeling.

When I said bye, she asked if we could have a quickie. I didn’t even think for a second. I caught hold of her, undressed her in seconds, and she helped me do the same. We went straight to the couch as that was the nearest place we could land.

It was wild, and I came inside her within 5 minutes. We got that extra sex we wanted and were relieved. I got dressed, kissed her goodbye, and left before I reached a point where I would not want to go back home.

More such sexual adventures followed with the unsatisfied wife at each visit. Her wish to have anal sex is still pending, though. It might happen soon. By now, you would have realized that I am into mature women. Their experience is truly exciting, and they would teach you well in case you are willing to learn.

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Hey guys, hope you all are doing well. I’m back with the next part of this series. For those of you who haven’t read the previous one, I request you to give it a look to understand what’s happening.

Recap: Mom and I reached Canada for Shanaya’s wedding. Selena and Sam, my aunt and uncle, welcomed us into their home. I enjoyed a hot session with mom in the shower. We got caught by aunt Selena on the way out, completely naked and kissing each other.

After seeing us, aunt Selena stormed out of the room. We were a little scared. But then I turned towards mom and said, “Well, that was unfortunate,” and went closer to kiss her again. She pushed me back and said, “Are you crazy? We need to go talk to her about this. No one can know!”

As she quickly dressed up and headed down in search of Selena. I took my time and dressed up. As it was cold outside and I was wearing a jacket over my t-shirt, I didn’t wear a bra inside. I headed down and started looking for my mom. I couldn’t find her anywhere.

When I stepped out, I saw her and Selena sitting in the garden outside talking. They both looked at me. Selena had a mixed expression of disgust and lust in her eyes. It was weird. Mom looked at me and gave me a calming look which I understood. She might have explained to Selena what happened.

Then the day went by pretty quickly, and it was time for dinner. I took off my jacket at the table, unaware that my boobs had taken up the perfect shape in my t-shirt. My nipples were visible. I caught Uncle Sam stealing a glance a few times as he was sitting right across from me.

After dinner, we chatted for a while, remembering all the old memories. I didn’t realize it was past midnight already. We all took off to sleep, and then Selena told mom, “I’ve had the butler move your luggage to the vacant room.” I was shocked after listening to this.

I looked at mom, and she gave me an innocent expression as if she had no say in this. I held mom by her hand and took her to a corner where I talked to her alone. “What is this, mom? Why are you moving to the vacant room? What about us?” I said as I stroked her arm and gently rubbed her face.

She held my hand, stopped me, and said, “Look baby I didn’t want to do this either, but we have no choice. Selena has agreed to keep this secret to herself. But she doesn’t want us doing stuff under her roof. It’s just a matter of a few days, baby. When we get back home, I’ll stay with you for a week, and we can do all that you like.”

She winked at me and then gave me a kiss on the cheeks and said goodnight. She went on with Selena, who looked at me and smiled. I hated that bitch for ruining my time with mom and went to my room frustrated.

The next couple of days were pretty normal. We did wedding planning and stuff during the day. At night, we’d sit together and talk, watch a movie, typical family stuff. After 3 days I couldn’t take it anymore. I was really horny, and fingering myself just wasn’t as much fun.

So I decided to sneak out at night and go to mom’s room and have some fun. I just put on a crop top and underwear as I tiptoed towards mom’s room. It was all the way across the hall, so I had to be careful. On the way, I went past Shanaya’s room and then a couple of vacant ones as I reached aunt and uncle’s room.

As I was moving along, I heard low voices coming from the room. It was around 2 am and I didn’t expect them to be up so late. I slowly put my ear on the door to listen clearly. Then I found out that they were having sex.

The door was not locked. So I just opened it up slightly enough to give me a decent look at what was happening inside and not get caught. I saw uncle Sam standing at the edge of the bed completely naked. His dick was inside Selena’s ass!

She was on her fours. Her big heavy boobs were hanging down and swinging to and fro as Sam gave deep thrusts. She had a panty in her mouth to suppress the moans. Sam was constantly spanking her ass. After a few strokes, she stopped him and said, “It is too painful, honey. I can’t take it. Put it back in my pussy.”

I couldn’t exactly see Sam’s face because of the dark, but I could sense he was upset. He took it out quickly and pushed it in her pussy. Selena started moving her ass on his dick as he spanked her. Then suddenly, he pulled her hair and grabbed her by the neck as he rammed her pussy.

She started moaning very loudly, so he covered her mouth. All this action was turning me on even more. I looked down, and I already had a wet spot on my underwear. And then, almost as an impulse, my hand went inside my underwear, and I started rubbing myself.

I enjoyed this so much that I forgot what I had come to do in the first place – fuck mom! After a good 5-10minutes, Selena was exhausted. She just fell on the bed and couldn’t continue any further. Sam was still hard, and as he moved a little, I could see his dick clearly in the light of the lamp by the bedside.

It was not very long, but it was very thick. Probably the thickest cock I’ve seen. Selena started stroking his dick and then suddenly stopped and passed out. She must’ve been really tired. Sam was now left holding his hard dick and trying to finish off by himself.

I looked at him jerk his cock, and I increased my fingering pace as well. I closed my eyes. By mistake, I pushed the flower vase close by. It didn’t fall off, but it made some noise. I was quickly brought back to my senses. I opened my eyes, and Sam was aware of the noise too.

He quickly put on his shorts and walked towards the door. I panicked and ran off into the kitchen. He came out, looked around, and then walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, thank God it’s you. I was scared at first thinking someone broke into the house,” he said. “I was just getting myself some water,” I said, pretending to fill up a bottle lying on the counter. “What are you doing up late?” I asked, expecting to rattle him up a little.

He didn’t know how to answer properly. But then again, he was pretty open-minded and frank, so he said, “Stuff,” that’s it. I understood what he was trying to say, and having seen it already, I had to pretend a little.

“Oh,” I said as I winked at him. “Well, that explains it then,” I said as I looked down on his boner. It had made a tent in his boxers. He quickly covered it up with his hands and was really embarrassed. “It’s fine. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Shanaya,” I said as I laughed.

He smiled awkwardly. Then the slut in me took over. I went close to him and whispered in his ear, “I can help you finish if you want.”  I touched his dick over his shorts. I sensed a pulse run through it as I said that, but he was shocked.

“What!? No. What are you saying?” He said, completely baffled by my outrageous offer. “This is so wrong. You cannot even think about something like that young woman!” He said as he lectured me. I was in no mood to stop, so I grabbed his dick over his boxers and started stroking it.

His expressions changed drastically. He closed his eyes. Then as reality hit him, he tried to push my hand away. I quickly pulled down his boxers, and his dick sprung out. I grabbed it firmly and started stroking it.

“Do you want me to stop?” I said to him in a slutty voice. His mind wanted to say yes, but he was enjoying it and didn’t utter a word. “Thought so,” I said as I got on my knees. I put my tongue on his tip and licked it. Then I slowly took his head in my mouth and moved my tongue all over it.

He lost his balance a little trying to process this as he held the kitchen counter for support now. Then I slowly took it all in. Now I was blowing him in full flow. I spit on his dick and then sucked on it again. I fondled his balls with my hand and then got down and sucked on them.

He started moaning slowly, and I could see he was enjoying every second of this experience. I then got back to his dick and started deepthroating him. Within a few minutes, he was about to cum. He held my hair and started face fucking me. He pushed his dick as deep as he could and choked me.

“Ah,” he moaned as he came into my mouth. I drank all of his cum. Some of it flowed out of my mouth, which I took in my finger, got up, looked into his eyes, and licked it. “You’re a naughty girl, Sarah,” he said as he spanked my ass slowly.

“This naughty girl needs your thick cock in her ass right now. Give it to me,” I said as I was desperate for a good fuck. He was completely shocked that I wanted him to fuck my ass. He was hesitant, but then I started stroking his dick again as it had gone a little limp.

I was about to pull down my underwear when we heard footsteps from across the hall. Sam panicked, and he quickly pulled up his shorts and got behind the kitchen counter. I adjusted my clothes a little and then walked Shanaya. She turned the lights on and looked at us.

“Hey, guys, what are you all doing here?” She asked.

“I’m just here to get some water and ran into Sarah, who came to do the same,” Sam said in a quick response as I nodded. “Okay,” Shanaya replied as she started walking away. She looked at my t-shirt for a while as she slowly walked back to her room.

I looked down to see if something was wrong when I found a drop of cum on my t-shirt. It was clearly visible, and I’m pretty sure Shanaya must have figured out something was wrong.

Sam then kissed me on the cheeks and said, “Thank you for tonight. I should go now,” and left for his room. Again I was left stranded and horny as fuck. I would’ve fucked anyone that came in front of me then. But unfortunately, the only thing I could do was go to my room and sleep.

Guys, that’s it for this part. I hope you like it. Please let me know in the comments. Stay tuned for the next one.

Until then, stay safe and healthy and read my previous story. Goodbye!

Sonal was spent, but I was still rock hard and even ready for some hot bathtub sex. She pulled my cock out again with one hand. Holding it at the base while she poured lots of oil on top of my cock with the other hand. The oil dripped down the length of my cock, drenching my balls.

She then squeezed my cock real tight at the top and slid her hand all the way going to the base. She then slid her hand up the shaft again and continued to pump me fast and hard again and again. She was picking up pace, and god, it felt wonderful.

The intensity of her handjob was splattering oil all around the cock. She could feel the familiar throbbing of my cock.

Sonal: Madarchod (Motherfucker), do you want to cum?

Me: Yes, Sonal, go harder. Keep jerking.

Sonal: I love your stiff cock Jaan, shoot your jizz out.

She switched her hands and continued to jerk. Sonal pulled her face close to my cock. I could see her eyes staring straight at my eyes. Her tongue darting out of her open mouth. I could feel her warm breath on my cock. She could sense the familiar vibrations of my cock and the extra stiffness.

She knew I was going to shoot my cum any minute now. She stopped jerking me, quickly squatted on top of my cock, and thrust it inside. Then began riding me again. I couldn’t hold any longer.

Me: Oh Sonal, I am cumming, babe. I am cumming.

My cock bulged, and I started spewing my cum inside her. My cock was stretching her vagina to the limit. We could both feel the waves of cum jutting out from my shaft. She continued to ride me with urgency, milking me, biting her lips, smiling at me. She looked so delicious, her pussy screwing me so good.

Sonal: Aah, Jaan. I can feel you shooting inside me. Give it all out, Jaan, empty your balls.

I continued to cum, giving her every single drop of juice my balls had to offer. I pulled her down on me. I held her hips and started thrusting as hard as I could. Each time I thrust forward, Sonal would push back her pussy, making it even deeper.

“Take I,t Sonal, take my juices, babe,” I moaned as I continued to blast my cum inside her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sonal took my cock out. She sucked my cock, cleaning up all our juices sticking on the shaft.

I could see her pussy glistening with my white cum smeared all over it. She contracted her vaginal muscles, and some of the cum started oozing out, wetting the covers.

Sonal: Oh ma! I never thought anyone can cum so much. (she laughed)

Me: You squeezed the living life out of my cock, Sonal.

Sonal opened her spread her legs, giving me a full view of her drenched vagina, soaking in our juices.

Sonal: Look at my pussy, Jaan.

And then, she put two fingers inside her vagina and started to finger herself. Our juices were dripping out of her vagina. She licked the juices off her fingers slowly. Then she drenched it again and put the finger on my mouth. I sucked her finger dry. Sonal’s clit was protruding out.

Sonal: I want more. Let me make you hard again.

Me: I am all yours, sweetie.

Sonal lay down on my left, her left hand on my penis, jerking it up and down while we kissed and sucked our tongues. Then she started rubbing her pussy with my cock. She put my cock flat on my tummy and sat right on top of it. Her knees were on either side of my hips.

She cushioned my cock with her pussy lips. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy on my cock. She then started sliding her pussy on my cock back and forth.

Sonal: Aaah.

Me: That feels great Sonal, keep doing it.

She would slide right from my balls to the tip of my cock. Sonal was biting her lips as she could feel my cock become hard again. She slid back a bit, just enough to hold my cock, and began jerking it. She put a bit of the massage oil on my cock and started rubbing her pussy on it again.

This continued for some time. Then she held my cock, inserted it inside her vagina, and pushed all the way down, swallowing the entire length. Sonal closed her eyes and let out a moan. She was riding my cock in full flow, thrusting herself in and out with wild abandon.

She then turned around, my cock still inside her, and started reverse riding me. It felt amazing. I held Sonal’s ass and pushed her down. Sonal could see her reflection in the mirror. She could see my cock disappearing inside her while she continued to pump it vigorously.

She then took my cock out, slid backward, and put her pussy on my lips. I started licking her vulva and inserted as much of my tongue inside her vagina as I could. She was shivering with pleasure. Sonal took my cock in her mouth and started massaging my mushroom with her lips and tongue.

Sonal was moaning loudly. I could feel her pussy vibrating, clasping my tongue. She turned back and slid my cock inside her again. She got into a squatting position and started pumping up and down, taking deep vertical stokes.

I could sense the tension in her pussy, the curling of her toes, the urgency of her need to cum. She continued to ride me like this for a good 15 minutes until she couldn’t ride me anymore.

Sonal: I am gonna cum on your sweet hard cock, Jaan.

I pulled Sonal down on me, pushed her boobs together from the side, getting her nipples close. Then started sucking them both, quickly alternating between them. Sonal continued to pump me with her pussy which was convulsing fast now. I held her ass and started thrusting my cock up and down her pussy.

Sonal screamed each time my rock-hard shaft hit her depths. Sonal was licking and biting my neck. Then after a few minutes of hard pounding, Sonal finally came. She shrieked in ecstasy. She stood motionless, holding me hard while her pussy muscles spasmed and contracted with pleasure around my cock.

I turned around and got on top of Sonal. She spread her legs, and I shoved my cock balls deep inside her pussy. I continued to fuck her with deep strokes and soon felt the familiar churning of milk in my balls, getting ready to release.

“Oh Sonal, I love fucking you soo much. I am gonna cum inside you bitch.” I moaned. In response, Sonal wrapped her legs around my ass and locked her arms around my back, pulling me in, trying to maximize the penetration. And then I came, spewing jets of cum inside her.

Sonal was milking me with her pussy muscles, contracting each time my cock swells. She moaned each time she felt my juices spurting inside. So much was the speed at which I was spurting. It felt like I was firing bullets after bullets inside her.

Finally, I turned and lay on my back. Sonal put her left leg on top of my limp cock and her left hand and head on my chest. We could feel each other breathing heavily, our hearts pumping.

Me: I hope your back sprain is better now.

Sonal: A lot better, thanks to your super massage. Let’s get cleaned up now.

Sonal got up and moved gingerly to the bathroom. I could hear her turn the water on the bathtub. I removed the bed cover, towel, and spare pillow, chucking them on the laundry box near the entrance. I saw a bottle of pinot noir on the table with two wine glasses.

Me: Hey, Sonal, do you want a drink?

Sonal: Sure.

I poured the wine and took the glasses inside the bathroom. Sonal was lying down on the bathtub. I sat on the side, offered her the glass of wine, and she took a sip.

Me: The water looks inviting. Can I join?

Sonal: Sure, come over.

I finished my glass and slid inside the warm waters of the bathtub. It was a bit squishy. So Sonal got on top, resting her back on me. I was hugging Sonal while she was rubbing my thighs. We were both feeling relaxed and lay in the position for a good half an hour.

“Jaan, can you rub my back a bit with some soap?” asked Sonal. I took the loofa, put on some liquid soap. I started scrubbing her neck and back, up and down her spine. Sonal asked me to go lower. She held the side of the bathtub with her hands and raised her back.

I rubbed her ass cheeks and thighs slowly with the loofa. I splashed water all over her lower body, put some liquid soap on my palms, and started rubbing her ass and pussy slowly. Sonal moaned as she could feel my fingers touching her drenched pussy. I splashed more water and cleaned thoroughly.

“Turn around, let me do your front, babe,” I said. Sonal slowly turned around and sat on my hips. I rubbed her tummy and breasts gently with the loofa. The soapy water was making her nipples stand out firm. I poured water over her shoulders. It ran down her breasts and tummy, washing the soap away.

Sonal said, “Let me return the favor, Jaan.” Then she took the loofa from my hands and started scrubbing my arms and chest. She slowly moved her hands to my tummy, smearing it with soap as she expertly scrubbed it. “Stand up for me,” said Sonal.

I did, and she could see my semi-hard cock poking out directly at her face. She started rubbing slowly around the undersides and then began rubbing my balls gently. She splashed water over it, washing away all the soap.

She then took lots of liquid soap on her hands, pulled my foreskin back, clasped my cock, and started rubbing it nicely. “Aaah.” I moaned. She could see the reaction this was having on me; she could feel my cock swelling, becoming thicker, stiffer by the minute.

She splashed water on my cock and continued to jerk me. “My god, Jaan, look how hard you are,” said Sonal. “I bet we can do better,” I said.

I held her head as she started rubbing my cock over her forehead, cheeks, and her lips. “Open your lips, Sonal, and keep your hands behind,” I said. As soon as she did, I thrust my clean cock into her mouth, forcing more and more of it inside until she gagged. I pulled out.

Me: Are you ok?

Sonal: Yes. I want more of it.

I continued to fuck her mouth nicely. Sonal placed her hands on my ass, trying to control the movements of my cock in her mouth. It’s so sexy seeing Sonal’s mouth stuffed with my cock, sucking me hard. I can see the suction her cheek muscles were creating, sucking me harder and tighter.

It was too much. I wanted to be inside her pussy now. I pulled out my cock and told Sonal to turn around and bend. Sonal held the bathtub with her hands and raised her back, giving me full access to her sweet love hole. I spat on her pussy and started fingering her.

“Aah, mother fucker, stop teasing me and shove that hard cock of yours inside!” screamed Sonal. I held her hips and penetrated her in three short, powerful strokes. “Oh ma!” screamed Sonal. I was shoving her real hard now.

Each time I plunged inside, her feet would get raised higher, and she would use her toes to balance herself. I pulled her ass cheeks apart so that I could see my cock appear and disappear inside her. The pace increased, the longer strokes becoming short, increasing in intensity.

The only thing I could think of was how much I wanted to shovel myself into her. How much I wanted to fill her up to the brim, make her feel every single burst of my cum inside her.

And then I remembered how wonderful her mouth felt when she was sucking me earlier. How I loved seeing her mouth fill up with my cum, the way her eyes brighten up on each shot of my cum inside her.

Me: Sonal, suck my cock, sweetie, the way you do.

Sonal sensed my urgency. She turned around, knelt in front of me, and took my cock in her mouth. I held her head firmly with both my hands, pulled my cock out till only the tip remained inside her mouth. Then thrust it all the way inside till the base. I kept hammering her mouth, again and again.

I could feel my cock touching the back of her throat. Sonal wanted to take charge. She held my cock with both her hands, spit on it, and started to move to and fro quickly. “It’s coming, babe, it’s coming,” I moaned.

Sonal could feel the familiar trembling of my cock inside her mouth. My veins tightened, my cock stiffening to the max. She pulled my foreskin back and started rapidly pumping my cock. And just the next instant, I started cumming.

Blasting my hot cum inside her mouth, flowing through her tongue and teeth, splashing into her throat. She swallowed as much as she could. And then she took the cock out and started rubbing it on her cheeks. I continued to cum.

Smearing her beautiful face with my cum, hitting her face with the full force of my release. She continued to pump my cock till the last drop trickled down the shaft. It was fucking sexy seeing her like this.

Her face was covered in my cum, her eyes, her cheeks, mouth, and nose. The sticky goo dripping down her face. She looked like an angel, smiling at me. And then we both splashed down in the bathtub after the sex.

Neither of us had the strength to say anything. We just held each other in a tight embrace and fell into a sweet slumber.

It was by coincidence that Swati bhabhi and her husband Rishi had come to visit my parents when Mr Patel was having drinks with my father.

Mr Patel was an experienced car salesman and had arrived an hour before the couple. Rishi joined the two men and after a few pegs, all three of them became comfortable with each other’s company.

When Rishi came to know that Mr Patel was a car salesman, he was delighted. Rishi asked him to visit his house and help him with purchasing a new car. Meanwhile, I was busy in the kitchen helping my mother and eavesdropping over the men’s chat.

Swati bhabhi kept praising me for being such a gentleman who helped his mother.

When my mother went outside to serve snacks to the men, Swati bhabhi began with her seducing antics. She would adjust the fitting of her bra and panty in front of me. Then confirming if my mother was still outside, she would bend down and massage her toes giving a good look at her deep cleavage.

Swati: I know you are helping your mother only because I am here, you rascal! (smiling mischievously).

That’s my Swati bhabhi. A 27-year-old playful Indian woman, athletic figure, recently married to Rishi and loved seducing young guys like me. At least, I thought that she was interested in teasing only young guys..

A few days later, the couple brought home their new car. They took my family for a ride and celebrated the moment with us. It was a coincidence that Mr Patel was free that day and was able to join the celebration. I noticed a glint in Mr Patel’s eye when I saw him ogling Swati bhabhi.

At the couple’s house, we were having snacks after coming home from the ride. Swati bhabhi was health conscious so she did not touch the cake. Except for her, everyone had a big slice of cake on their plate.

I caught Swati bhabhi giving an inviting look to Mr Patel and then walk into the kitchen. Mr Patel got up and followed her giving an excuse that he wanted to clean his hands. I was surprised that no one sitting outside found Mr Patel and Swati bhabhi’s long absence suspicious!

Finally, Mr Patel came outside and joined the party. Swati bhabhi too came out but after some time. I had washed down the cake with lots of cola, so I got up to go to the toilet.

As I was walking towards the toilet, my foot brushed past a cloth that was hanging outside from the front-load washing machine. While putting it back in the machine, I saw cake stains on the fabric. My heart began to race faster when I found that it was the same legging that Swati bhabhi was wearing!

I pulled out the legging and began to inspect it. Interestingly, the cake stains were in the ass and pussy area of the garment.

Without any doubt, I concluded that Mr Patel must had grabbed Swati bhabhi’s ass and pussy when they were in the kitchen. After all, Mr Patel was a rich man. A middle-aged but rich man has his own charm on a young bhabhi who likes to tease people.

Since that day, I saw Mr Patel visiting Swati bhabhi’s house regularly during Rishi’s absence. Also, I never saw bhabhi’s face ever since she met Mr Patel. In my frustration, I deemed her to be a bitch and began to fantasise about her affairs with rich men.

I cursed myself time and again for not going in the kitchen that day and catching them in the act. Not a single porn video satisfied my desire, and I was growing agitated. To make myself feel better, I called my friend and told him about the incident.

It provided a fraction of satisfaction when I informed my friend about Swati bhabhi being a characterless whore. To forget about the incident, I began to play video games for hours.

One afternoon, my friend called me and talked to me about his wonderful discovery. I wasn’t listening to him attentively, so I roughly figured out that he had found a girlfriend or something.

Me: …but dude, why do you want me to talk dirty with your girlfriend?

My friend: That’s not what I said, you moron! Listen properly..

As he went on to explain his discovery, I listened to him with growing interest. He told me that he had found a website called ‘Delhi Sex Chat’. Over there, he had an erotic chat with a girl named Swatii (age 27, Banaras).

My friend: Bro, seriously go check this Indian girl. But do it tonight because I’ll be having another session with her soon!

He gave me the details of the Delhi sex chat website and hung up the phone immediately. I accessed the website and began to take a casual look over it. The website offered live XXX sex chat pleasure with its numerous Indian desi girls and models of different age.

Their profile pictures were erotic and more so their descriptions. I then thought about Swatii with whom my friend was busy chatting.

My jaw dropped when I saw Swatii’s profile picture. She had a curvy shaped healthy figure with all the assets properly defined. After reading her profile description, I wanted to chat with her. But she was on another chat (probably with my greedy friend!).

After dinner, I rushed inside my room and locked the door. Switching on my computer, I accessed DSC and went straight to Swatii’s profile. She was available and before someone could arrange a chat with her, I quickly created my account.

Following a swift payment made using my dad’s debit card detail, I was ready to have an XXX live video sex chat with this hot girl Swatii.

The rush inside my body was unbelievable. I looked eagerly at the changing scenes on my computer screen. And there she was…

Swatii: Good evening Sir, how may I help you?

I was in mixed feelings. She was wearing a blue sari with the dupatta being dropped to give a good view of her big juicy breasts. And yet she spoke in a formal tone.

Swatii: (Breaking into a hysterical laugh) Look at you, honey it’s a sex chat! Why are you still dressed? Remove and relax…

I removed all my clothes and sat naked in front of Swatii.

Swatii: That’s better. Soon, I’ll have that cock hot and hard then you can ejaculate your hot jizz on this sexy body (showing her curvy figure).

Me: It’s getting hard right now…

Swatii: That’s because of the excitement, honey. I want to give you an erection from my own doing (winking).

As I got cosy with webcam model Swatii, I told her about Swati bhabhi, the bitch!

Swatii: Oh, I like coincidences. And this one is particularly interesting. I bet she is riding on Mr Patel’s dick for money.

Swatii rubbed her pussy area to show how thrilled she was.

Me: You are right. But I want to know how did that middle-aged bastard tricked her into sleeping with him?

Swatii: First of all, as you said, he’s rich so that explains. Secondly, he’s able to satisfy her in the way her husband couldn’t. Forget that, allow this Swatii to show how that Swati fell for Mr Patel’s middle-aged cock.

Swatii told me to treat her as Swati bhabhi and explained the setup. She changed her sari with a yellow legging but kept the white designer bra. Quickly doing her hair, she stood in front of the webcam ready to play Swati bhabhi, the bitch!

Swatii sat on the sofa overlooking the webcam.

Me: Finally! You decided to grace me with your presence. Couldn’t control your eagerness to tease me?

Swatii: Yes, but I also wanted to satisfy your curiosity. It’ll save you the trouble of loitering near my house daily.

Me: So then tell me, why Mr Patel visits your house daily in your husband’s absence.

Swatii: Simple answer… to fuck me! But you are wondering how I fell for this cock right?

Me: Obviously, I mean how can you fall for him?

Swatii’s narration.

“You remember the day we were celebrating the arrival of our new car? Right, that’s the day he made his move.

Well, I noticed the lust in his eyes the day he visited our house. I thought, maybe if I could tease this man a little then he can give us a good deal. So, I started showing him my deep cleavage while serving him tea every time he came.

On that day, I did a little too much and he made a bold move. When I went into the kitchen, he followed me and groped my ass. I was afraid that Rishi would see that.

“Stop it… what are you doing Mr Patel?”, I exclaimed. But he tightened his grip and began to squeeze my ass cheeks.

When he saw me biting my lips, he grew confident and inserted his hand inside my legging. He began to rub my pussy and kept looking behind.

“Please Mr Patel… my husband could come inside”, I begged.

“I too want to cum inside darling”, he whispered in my ears.

Mr Patel told me that he will visit my house the next day and if I wanted a good deal then I should let me in.”

Me: I knew he grabbed your ass and pussy. I saw the cake stains on your leggings.

Swatii’s narration.

“I’m glad Rishi does not takes interest in such matters. Anyway, that night I was thinking about what kind of deal Mr Patel was talking about. I knew he wanted to fuck me, but what the reason behind it.

The next day, Rishi went to the office and didn’t even bother to call me during lunchtime. In the afternoon, Mr Patel came to my house and sat on the sofa.

He pulled out some papers and a bundle of cash from his briefcase.

“This is your loan applied for the car, all settled! And this is the down payment”, he said.

“This is the deal, my darling. You will take care of my lust and I will keep returning the monthly car instalments to you.”, he continued.”

Me: And so, you decided to have sex with him daily?

Swatii: Honestly, he lasts longer than my husband. And I enjoy the thrill of being a cheating wife.

Me: When did you start having sex with him?

Swatii placed a sex doll on the sofa. It had a strap-on dildo attached to it.

Swatii’s narration.

“From that very day! He pulled out his cock and told me to take care of it. I couldn’t resist the deal and the sight of his cock. I held it and began to stroke his cock as well as his balls.

It grew harder with each stroke and I saw him get wild. He pulled out my boobs from inside my kurti and began to squeeze them.

He then stood up and pressed me by his body. I felt his hard cock penetrating between my thighs. After removing my clothes, he sat on the sofa and told me to get on top.”

Swatii got on top of the sofa and pressed her ass on the sex doll’s face. She began to suck the strap-on dildo sloppily.

Swatii’s narration.

“He pulled my ass cheeks and began to rub his face over my ass crack. I was turned on by his excitement and began to suck his cock harder.

I was angry with Rishi and thought of teaching him a lesson for avoiding his hot wife.

Mr Patel then made me sit on his cock and held me by my ass cheeks. I rubbed his cock over my pussy lips before sitting on it.”

Swatii sat on the sex doll in the same position and began to bounce her ass on the strap-on penis.

Swatii’s narration.

“Mr Patel spanked my ass a few times because he enjoyed my moans. He was thrusting his cock inside my pussy way better than Rishi.

I had never moaned so loudly before and was enjoying being Mr Patel’s bitch.

After a few minutes of rough pounding, Mr Patel made me sit on my haunches. He jerked off his jizz on my face and enjoyed my expression.

He shoved his cock in my mouth and made me clean it. Before leaving the house, he threw the cash bundle on my face and left.”

Swatii came in front of the camera and spread her pink pussy.

Swatii: See this, now this is Mr Patel’s property. He can fuck me anytime he pleases. I am his loyal bitch…

I had begun to jerk off when Swatii was bouncing her ass on the strap-on dildo. After seeing her clean shaved pussy, I began to stroke harder.

Within a few seconds, I ejaculated my hot cum while Swatii was watching me. She and I were catching our breath as we spoke about the session. I was absolutely pleased by her company and she blushed when I said that to her.

We spoke about how Swati bhabhi might go on to become a high-class prostitute. Before the session expired, I promised Swatii that I would visit her again and would only chat about her looks.

She kissed me goodbye before the session expired.

That night, I went to bed knowing that there is a webcam model Swatii who cares about my feelings. The whole night, I was busy planning my second session with her.

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The only bad thing about the session will be that it ends!

The sexy figure sitting on the sofa caught my attention, and I froze. I had returned from the playground after a volleyball game. My t-shirt was full of sweat, but I couldn’t move without taking a second look at my mom’s friend

She was in an orange saree with a black blouse. The colors complimented her golden skin perfectly. Her black eyes twinkled, and she had her thick silky braid hanging over her right shoulder and brushing her exposed, creamy waist.

Before I could think of an excuse to speak, my mom introduced her new friend as Sneh, junior accountant’s wife. Sneh’s husband was transferred from Chandigarh to Ranchi. The new aunty was a PGT English teacher, so it was an easy move for her. Without much thought about her age, I wished her.

Avi: Good evening, aunty.

Sneh: Hello Avinash, I heard you are doing MSc. Come to me if you need help with English courses.

Avi: We have technical writing this semester. I will ask you if I have any doubts.

Her smile was slutty and enticing. She had a luscious dark red lipstick on. Her hourglass figure was too much for me, and I needed to shag immediately. Straightaway, I went into the bathroom and closed my eyes to imagine her sultry figure again.

She was only about 5 feet 5 inches with a curvy body. I remembered her pretty leg thrown over her knee, exposing her red painted fingernails and a toe ring on her longer second toe. A smooth ankle peeking under the saree border said that she had waxed her legs.

I was nearing climax and trying to imagine her thick silky braid wrapped around my cock. my mom knocked on the door. “Avi, get ready and come for dinner. Sneh’s husband has also come.”

I showered quickly, not wanting to miss another chance to see Sneh’s body. Then dressed and stepped into the drawing-room. After the customary introduction and wishes, my dad and Sneh’s husband sat down with their drinks. I returned to my room with some snacks and a cold drink.

My mom and sister got busy in the kitchen when suddenly Sneh aunty appeared at my door.

Sneh: Can I use your computer?

Avi: ya aunty, please sit down

Saying, I minimized the browser and opened a new window for her. She quickly checked her email and got up. What she said next was literally shocking.

Sneh: What do you do after sports? Have a girlfriend?

Avinash: Yes, aunty, she’s my college junior.

I couldn’t believe that I’d told the truth just like that. Until then, only my sister knew about my affair. I realized Sneh was younger than I imagined. She was around 30, plus or minus 1 year. Up close, I could really see her figure as she inspected the posters in my room.

She had a nicely rounded ass that wasn’t too big, only about 36 inches. Her yummy waist was a beautiful 26 inches, just the right size for good grip, and her boobs were definitely 36D. My girlfriend’s 33B tits didn’t have the delicious cleavage that Sneh aunty exposed in her deep neck blouse.

Suddenly she turned and bumped straight into my chest. I had to hold her hand to steady her. Though it was an accident, the feeling was amazing. The baby-soft hand, a whiff of her sweet smell, along with the soft brush of her silky hair, made my dick pop up like a spring.

She noticed it in the track pants and tried to hide a shy smile. In fact, her hand brushed against it by mistake as she quickly said sorry and turned towards the door.

She stood at the door frame with her head bent and adjusted her saree pleats. I stared at her silky back in the deep-cut blouse. The blouse barely covered her bra straps. I had a clear view of her entire back from neck to ass. When she bent her head, her snake-like braid slid from her shoulders to the front.

Her pallu was almost off, hanging by a pin in the front. After a few seconds, she left. I shagged after dinner and had a strong, pulsing orgasm after using my imagination to fuck Sneh in my dreams. I had sex in real life with my girlfriend. But she wasn’t exactly a satisfying figure like the yummy Sneh aunty.

The next day, my mom asked me to deliver ‘saag and parathas’ to Sneh’s house, as their kitchen wasn’t set up yet. Their gas cylinder would come in the evening. So mom asked me to help Sneh if she needed anything.

I took the donga of food and walked to Sneh’s flat in the same complex, about 5 minutes away. Seeing her again, I got a deep crush on her. She was in a flimsy cream-colored saree. The sleeveless blouse didn’t hide much of her assets.

Today her saree was tied well below her belly button. I could see the top of her ass when she turned around. At first, she asked me general questions like my height and age. I told her 6 feet and 22. Then she changed the topic to personal questions and turned candid again.

Sneh: You have a hair fetish. That’s interesting.

Avinash: Why do you say that?

Sneh: I noticed you were watching hair-play videos last night.

Avinash: oh that, ya, I like to sometimes.

Sneh: Have you tried in real life?

Avinash: No, my girlfriend doesn’t like it

Sneh sat next to me and gave her long braid in my hand.

Sneh: Let’s try it once

I looked at her incredulously but realized she was quite realistic. So I smelled her hair, then took out my cock and started rubbing it. Sneh looked at me and simply held my cock in her long fingers. The result was an instant erection.

I took the end of her braid and wrapped it around my 6-inch cock, then started rubbing up and down. After watching for 1 minute, Sneh took over and started rubbing her hair around my cock and bent down to suck my cock head with her soft lips. The feeling of her tongue rolling over my cock and balls was amazing.

She was a pro at giving head. I dug my fingers into her hair and pulled her silky head closer to my crotch. She opened her bra hooks and slid my cock in her cleavage while looking straight up into my eyes. Mesmerized by her horny behavior, I came on her pretty mouth and hair.

She kicked her lips and got up to kiss me. We embraced and kissed like we’d know each other for a long time. I hardly felt her weight as she sat in my lap and licked my mouth. I took her slippery boobs in both hands. They felt like water balloons.

She came closer to let me suck on her erect nipples. It felt heavenly as I had never enjoyed such a lovely pair of boobs. After my hunger subsided, she said:

Sneh: Look what you did, Avi! Now I have to wash my hair.

Avi: Give me the braid, and you don’t have to worry about cum in your hair again.

Sneh (started rubbing her clit): Really, how will you take my braid?

Avinash: I will cut it off with my trimmer.

Sneh aunty was really aroused but asked me to come back the next day. I went to her house the next day, with my trimmer in the pocket just in case. Sneh aunty asked me to step in. She was wearing a nightgown. It was Sunday morning, and her husband was watching TV.

She gave me a hug in the narrow entrance, and I kissed her on the lips, exploring her sweet tongue for a few seconds before releasing her. Her hand was instantly on my cock. She pinched it to check the hardness. I gave a nervous jerk and smiled with excitement.

All this happened behind her husband’s back. He was sitting barely 20 feet away, on the sofa, drinking beer. She spoke in a low voice:

Sneh: Did you bring it?

Avi: You didn’t ask, but I brought the trimmer.

Sneh: good, I convinced your uncle for my braid cutting, now do it fast.

She held her braid pulled till her tits, resting her hand on the slope of her bust, and asked me to proceed. I switched on the trimmer and sank its vibrating teeth into the thick silky locks. Sneh stood facing me, with her back towards the hall.

She rubbed her clit vigorously as I severed her braid, and it dropped like a fat rope on the floor. She picked it and tied threads on both ends. Then asked me to come back after lunch. I took the braid and left.

By the time I returned, Sneh had gone and got herself a neat U cut till the top of her tits. She was again in her satin gown. Her husband could be heard snoring heavily in the bedroom.

Sneh: How do I look?

Avinash: Sexy!

Sneh: I granted your wish, now give me something I need.

Avinash: If I have it, I’ll give you.

Sneh: you will have it in a second

She unzipped my jeans and held my cock in her hand. Sure enough, my wood became hard like a stick. Sneh held me by my cock and slowly took me into the drawing-room. When she dropped her bathrobe, she was buck naked inside. I pressed her narrow waist and put my finger in her navel.

She pursed her lips and twisted my tiny nipples. Though it was hurting, it felt different, like a sweet pain. She made me lie on the soft carpet and kneeled around my hips. I closed my eyes and let her straddle my cock.

She put her hands on the sofa behind my head and started gyrating with my cock deep inside her shaved pussy. I looked up to catch her boobs with my mouth and felt her silky hair cover my face like a curtain.

I heard a low “Aah.” Sneh started fucking rapidly, alternating between rocking and circular grinding motions. I saw her reflection on the tv, riding me expertly like a cowgirl. As she bent down for a liplock, I felt a storm building up in my balls, ready to burst like thunder-showers inside her love hole.

I heard the magic words in my ear that made me come:

Sneh: I love you, baby!

Avi: Mmm, I love you, Sneh.

At the moment of her climax, she bent down suddenly. Her husband was moving inside the bedroom. Shen covered my mouth with her hand and shivered silently with her uncontrollable orgasm. Luckily her husband went into the bathroom.

Sneh’s orgasm was over. She got up and tied her gown. I pulled my jeans in 3 seconds and was out of the door as Sneh closed it quietly behind me.

Hey guys, I hope you all are doing well.

A small recap for you. In the previous part, I watched Selena and Sam have sex in their bedroom. I got caught by uncle Sam and ended up giving him a blowjob in the kitchen. We almost got caught by Shanaya, and I ended up without sex again!

After Uncle Sam left, I was standing there in the kitchen, frustrated. I wanted someone to fuck me good, and I was desperate now. In this frustration, I went into my room and went right to sleep.

The next day I woke up late. I was in a bad mood, so I just didn’t want to interact with anyone. I went down for breakfast in my crop top, and shorts and I didn’t even care to put on a bra. Anyone who saw me could tell easily that I was in a bad mood.

As I moved towards the dining area, I saw a few bags and some parcels by the door. It must be Uncle Sam’s family, I thought to myself. They were supposed to be here yesterday, but they delayed it. I walked past, and as I moved towards the dining table, I dropped my phone.

I turned around and groaned as I bent down to pick it up. There I saw another hand on my phone. It was a guy. It all seemed Bollywood-esque. He looked cute and sexy at the same time. When I looked up, I saw him staring down my top.

Apparently, my boobs were clearly visible because of the deep neck of the top and no bra. He couldn’t take his eyes off, so I picked up my phone and then stood straight. He snapped out and got up as well. I looked at him and very subtly checked him out. He looked very handsome with a really good physique.

His t-shirt was hugging his body really well, which showed that he worked out often. His stubble was well-groomed, and his hair was silky and smooth. Overall he looked like a guy who knew how to take care of himself.

I saw him checking me out as well. Although it was not at all subtle, he was clearly scanning my body. “Ahem,” I said as he came back to his senses and extended his hand forward. “Patrick,” he said, “I’m Shanaya’s cousin, Uncle Sam and my father are brothers.” I shook his hand and greeted him.

Then aunt Selena came around, “Oh good, you’ve met already, now come get some breakfast quickly. It’s a long day today.” We followed her to the dining table, where we sat opposite each other. We shared glances all throughout breakfast, and then we went to our rooms.

I knew there was some sexual tension between us. It was the perfect opportunity to seduce him and fuck him. I was so desperate for some good sex that I didn’t even care to wait and get to know him. From that small interaction, I knew he wouldn’t turn down the offer to fuck me.

We had to go check the wedding venue today and some small chores as well. Patrick was going to drive Selena and me around the city today. So I dressed up in a tight body-hugging t-shirt that was very thin and revealed my bra’s outline. I put on high-waisted jeans that were skin fit that took perfect shape on my ass.

I went down and saw aunt Selena who was looking really hot too. I was so sex-deprived that I just wanted to kiss her all over and have amazing sex with her all day after seeing her like that. Even though I’d seen her naked, the lighting wasn’t good.

So I still was unaware of exactly what she was packing under those clothes and was very eager to find out. Then my focus shifted from Selena to Patrick. He had put on a white t-shirt and blue jeans. His t-shirt sleeves were hugging his biceps showing off his gains. He looked at me and smiled.

The day went by pretty quickly. We completed all the work. Patrick and I talked a lot, got to know each other. We flirted a lot, and the best part was he was replying to my flirting with more flirting! That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I planned to seduce him tonight and fuck him.

We got back home, and we had dinner, after which I went out for a walk. Patrick accompanied me as we walked around the garden with wine glasses in our hands.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him.

“No. Not at the moment,” he said.

“That’s good,” I replied.

“Why’s that good?” He said, a little upset.

“Well, she wouldn’t have liked what I’m about to do,” I said as I pulled him close and kissed him. He was shocked. He wasn’t expecting me to be so bold. He kissed me back, and we enjoyed a good long kiss.

“Meet me at the front gate at 1 am,” I said after I broke the kiss and turned around and left. As I moved back to the house, I turned, looked at him, and gave him a slutty smile. He smiled back and understood what was about to go down.

It was 1 am, and I put on a t-shirt and shorts without anything underneath as I walked down. I checked to see if the path was clear and headed out. He was already waiting for me.

“Let’s go for a ride,” I said. He looked a little upset as he thought I’d called him to have sex with him. “Oh, okay,” he said as we got into his car. We drove around for a few minutes, and then I suddenly grabbed his dick over his pants. He lost control over the car for a second. “Whoa!” He said.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know this was gonna happen,” I said as I stroked his dick. He started getting hard. Then I put my hand inside his pants and pulled out his dick. He adjusted himself a little such that his pants were pulled down a little with his dick and balls out.

He had a nice cock that looked irresistible to me because of the sex deprivation. I started stroking it, and then I unbuckled my seatbelt and put my mouth to his dick. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed as he struggled to control the car. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked it like a hungry bitch.

He put his hand on my ass and spanked me. He tried to pull down my shorts but was unable to. So I unbuttoned my shorts, and then he pulled them down with one hand. He spanked my ass and then inserted his finger in my asshole. I got up, looked at him, and said, “I think you should find a good parking spot now.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. As he was a local, he knew all the quiet places and pulled up into one alley, which was very quiet, and no-one was to be seen around. I grabbed his face and kissed him. He held me by the waist and pulled me on top of him.

Now I was sitting in his lap with his dick out, rubbing against my ass as I kissed him. While kissing, he grabbed my waist with one hand, and with the other, he positioned his dick near my ass and pushed it in. “Ahh,” I screamed as I looked at him in shock. I loved his confidence.

I moved down slowly and sat on his cock, slowly taking it all inside my ass. I pulled my legs back and pulled down my shorts completely. I threw it on the seat next to me. I then started moving my ass and fucked him. I started jumping over his dick which felt so good as I was hella horny!

He grabbed my waist and then started ramming my ass. He kept spanking it until it turned red. “Oh, fuck, yes, oh yes!” I moaned as he fucked me soo good. Then he stopped, and I took off my t-shirt. He quickly grabbed my boobs and sucked on them.

I got up from his lap and went to the back. I lay on the back seat with my legs spread wide and taunted him to come fuck me with my finger. He quickly pulled down his pants and took off his shirt, and jumped in the back. He got on his knees and licked my pussy.

He rubbed on my clit and then rubbed his dick at the entrance. I was so horny I took his dick in my hand and pushed it in my pussy. “Ahh,” I moaned in relief as he started giving deep strokes. We fucked in that position for a while, after which he got up and walked out of the car.

He called me outside. As much as this excited me, I didn’t wanna get caught, so I asked him if it’s safe. “Don’t worry, babe,” he said as he pulled me out by my hand. He pulled me close and kissed me. It was really cold outside, but our bodies’ heat and sweat were enough to keep us from freezing.

He quickly turned me around and pushed me against the hood. He got behind me and entered my pussy, and started drilling me. The hood was really cold, and I had my hands on it for support. He then pushed my upper body on the hood and held me by the back of my neck as he started fucking harder.

My nipples were freezing by now, but I was really enjoying it. In a few minutes, he was about to cum. So I turned around, got on my knees as he came all over my tits. We got into the car, and he gave me some tissues to clean myself. We put on our clothes and headed back home.

Although it was really fun, I wasn’t completely satisfied. I did get a good fucking, but I wanted more! We got home, and as we got out of the car and moved towards the door, he pulled me back and kissed me.

“Tonight was amazing,” he said as he squeezed my ass. We snuck into the house quietly. But to my surprise, aunt Selena was waiting there for us. We both were scared shitless, me more than him as she’d already caught me once. She was fuming with anger.

“You, back to your room right now!” She said to Patrick.

“Aunty… ” he tried to explain, but she gave him a stern look, and he quietly went away.

“And you…” she said as she looked at me with disgust, “Come with me.” She held my hand very firmly and pulled me out with her. She took me outside and asked me to get in her car.

“But aunty…” I tried to talk to her.

“Just shut up and do as I say,” she shouted. I had no choice to get in the car, and we drove off.

Guys, that’s it for this one. Hope you all like this story. Please let me know in the comments. Your feedback is highly appreciated. Stay tuned for the next one about how I fucked during my cousin’s wedding.

Until then, stay safe. Goodbye!

Hello guys! I am your Anand back with a brand-new series about a Guidance Counselor. Thank you for the amazing response to the previous story. I strive to give you content while indulging in my fantasies.

This series does not revolve around a few characters. This is about the biggest taboo in a college with its Guidance Counselor in the forefront. This part introduces you to some of the main characters and lays the foundations for multiple stories to come.

For each erotic incident, I have made sure to include a lot of backstories. I hope you enjoy the journey.

Characters mentioned in the story:

Dr. Liya Robin – The protagonist of the story and the narrator of this part.

HER – A character that is not introduced fully. This character will be the mistress of Dr. Liya Robin. We will introduce her in the later parts of the story.

Kirti – A student in the Halcyon group of Institutions who will travel along with Dr. Robin.

Dr. Melanie – She is a gynecologist. Also introduced as one of Dr. Liya Robin.

Shalini – Kirti’s friend and a character that is not fully involved in the action. She has a lot of unexplored dimensions.

Angel – Kirti’s second friend and a character that has a lot of unexplored dimensions.

Principal Jenifer – She makes a brief entrance and yet to be explored.

Now, relax, strip, take some time off and enjoy the journey with me.

Educating the younger generation was always my passion. Somewhere along the way, I switched to psychology as my major. Perhaps, I wanted to understand the intricate knowledge of human emotions, thoughts, and what drives a person.

After practicing as a psychologist for a year, I went back to my passion – educating the younger generation. I joined a reputed college that had just created a position, Guidance Counselor, not a very traditional position in India.

I was intrigued by the job description and their preference for a phycologist. My role was to guide them in every way possible – not just for their career. It was not a traditional approach to educating them. But I felt this was a good way to understand their needs and do my part to create a better society.

As part of my job, I usually conduct some awareness programs on behalf of the college. The most recent one was ‘Know Thyself’ as part of a sex education program. It took me over six months to get the college management to sign off on this.

I had first presented the idea just after I joined the college. It is ridiculous as to how many people I had to convince. Finally, I got the nod for a trial program with a limited test group consisting only of females.

The word Sex is taboo in India – we are all aware of the fact. But I realized it is important to educate the students regarding sex. Our population is at its peak. There’s the easy accessibility of pornography due to the smartphone revolution.

So we must formally educate the younger generation on sex to not be violated physically, emotionally, and mentally. The management agreed to host a weekly class on sex education as a trial only for girls and strictly behind closed doors.

I was ready to take any leash that they threw at me. I just wanted the program to take off. I have worked really hard for this day. It will be one of the biggest achievements of my life.

I had invited a chief guest, a known personality or shall I say my PET. One of my many PETS. Yeah, More about her later!

So, this story begins here: Me committing one of our society’s biggest taboos by starting a sexual relationship with my student. You call me – a slut. I call it liberation and free will. I was not going to force her. I just wanted to teach her.

I am still training her to be one of the independent women and a beautiful love story.

I am Dr. Liya Robin, the guidance counselor in the Halcyon group of Institutions, and this is my story.

The first session of the program was scheduled on a Saturday in the college Seminar Hall. It was a small establishment with soundproof walls and an artificially well-lit ambiance.

The room kind of reminded me of the Red room I had been to so often in the past. Back when I had a sugar MOMMY (or commonly known to you as MISTRESS), trying to be HER favorite pet. I smiled as I reminisced my earlier days with HER.

My time with HER made me so independent, confident, and strong. Yet I hated HER for letting me go. I was safe, happy, and joyful during my relationship with HER. But all she wanted from me was my obedience, submission, blind faith, and my mouth at HER cunt at the snap of her finger.

I wanted more. I aspired to be more than just a slave, I deserved more, or so I thought! She always made me beg for my orgasm, pushing me to the extremes and make me earn my pleasure. That was all empowering and very stimulating, But I wanted HER, her love, affection, empathy, heart, and body.

I just wanted the whole of HER. I wanted to look into her eyes, kiss her lips, hold her arms, go on a date, make love, sleep with her, on her, beside her. I wanted love. I craved for it.

She didn’t want to deal with it, with me, with my love.  She let me go after shattering me into a million pieces – leaving me craving for an orgasm on her hand. It was a long time ago!

I promised myself that day. If someone was going to finger me to cum – it would be HER, her hand. I have never let anyone else finger me to cum. I always made them give me an oral or even fuck me but never let them touch my cunt.

It has been 4 years now, but I will not forget the promise I made to myself. I still do not have the courage to confront her. Maybe I will never have. This is one of many reasons I have never submitted to anyone else. I had to keep my promise.

I did not crave submission. After she left, the disappointment, anger, emptiness made me a different person – a person sometimes even I don’t recognize. I lived – happily, with my army of pets – but never content.

All these thoughts rushed through me, bringing back the longing, insecurity, disappointment, anger, and frustration with it. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated on my breathing.

Feeling the air enter my nostrils, slowly filling the lungs, expanding my bosom, nipples rubbing against the bra. Then slowly leaving the body back through my nostrils along with all the anger, frustration, and disappointment.

This technique was suggested by my therapist. She asked me to do it every time I felt overwhelmed. It works. On most days, it brought me back to the present. I continued breathing in and out for a few seconds

I recognized a faint fragrance. I couldn’t quite place it, but a known fragrance. It was not a perfume, a natural fragrance, feminine, intoxicating even. I quickly glanced across the room. Scanning the faces in the room, trying to figure out the source.

Our program has started with a small test group of 35 female students. The management wanted to see how it was received and perceived. As I scanned through the room. I caught a pair of eyes looking right at me.

Deep dark brown eyes, with beautiful eyelids, with the right amount of mascara tracing her eyes. It was beautiful and brimming with confidence. The eyes quickly brought a smile to my face while deterring my search. I curiously zoomed out as her face came into focus.

I have seen this face before. It was Kirti. I have seen her in the drama club before. I even remember having a brief chat not long ago. Think of her as the cute little nerd, adorable, shy, funny, pretty. I can keep on going.

She was barely 5 ft, maybe just over 5 ft, extremely fair, brunette. Her hair falling free just below her shoulders, dangling earrings with a French hoop pulling her earlobes down. Ripe cherry-like lips, lean frame tightly hugged by the short plain pink kurti with the floral design running down her bosom.

Well-shaped breasts snugly fit in her dress (maybe she was wearing a padded bra). A great ass and accentuated legs stretching her leggings thin. She was working out – or good genes perhaps. Her kurti sleeves ended just below her elbow with some floral design in the cuffs.

The smile was mesmerizing. She had some light makeup on (or maybe she was blushing, I thought). Her gaze was fixed on me. I noticed her heel last – a black silhouette with an ankle strap. Hmm, yummy, I thought. (Go ahead – judge me. I have a foot fetish, and I am proud of it)

The heel added an extra notch spice to my desire to touch those beautiful pair of feet that were bound to it. After devouring her with my eyes, I lifted my eyes back to her eyes. She hasn’t shifted her gaze – looking straight at me. Our eyes met.

Her lips broke into a broad smile. She waved at me. I flashed an approving smile with a nod. She turned to her friend and said something, and began walking towards me.

I was trying to understand the emotions that were running high – there was obviously some attraction. I just wasn’t sure if it was mutual. She stood facing me and said, “Hi Dr. Robin.” (Yeah, I am a doctor – Dr. Liya Robin – the in-house psychologist) with a smile.

“Hi,” I gave a pause and continued, “Kirti, is it?”

“Yes,” she replied, surprised or maybe disappointed. I couldn’t quite decide.

“I just wanted to come to introduce myself. Quite surprised that you knew my name.”

“Oh, that’s great. I have a good memory. We have met before – in the drama club during the last semester,” I replied, trying to remember our last encounter with each other.

“Do you remember everyone you meet with?” she said with a flirtatious smile, her head slightly downturned and looking into my eyes. I didn’t want to back down, “Just the ones that made an impression.”

“Ha… So, I am impressive, aren’t I?” she said and stuck a pose.

I shot back with, “Mm… Not as much as I am.”

She was like, “Ahh…that hurt,” and rubbed her heart over the dress and continued, “I am sure you are,” as she checked me out.

Then we laughed together. Once our laughter died down, she continued, “I really wanted to say this is impressive, Dr. Robin. I am all for sex education. I am surprised, though. How did the management sign off on this?”

“This is more of a test run. Management would like to know how you people perceive such programs before officially signing off on the full campus program.” I continued, “Thank you, though. I am glad young girls like you understand the importance of sex education.”

As we were speaking, the gynecologist entered the room. I had invited a gynecologist for the first session of the program. This session was mainly to engage the women – to introduce sex to them.

It could be quite patronizing to some of them. I look at the group, and I know at least half of these people are not virgins. But this session was mainly to open them up a bit to break out of the thought that sex is taboo.

As Melanie (the gynecologist) entered, I noted how tense she was. As she saw me, she came to me. Without caring for my current company, she spoke: “Thank you, mam, for the invite. I am glad to be of use to you.”

The reaction on Kirti’s face was priceless listening to the way Melanie spoke. With a smile, I said, “You will do great, my dear… or else…” finishing mid-sentence. I stroked her hair and ran my fingers through her hand.

She looked at me with a slight jitter. Her breath quickened, and her pupils dilated. She managed to smile through it all. To any bystander far away, our conversation would have been just two friends catching up.

But Kirti was trying to comprehend the situation, understand the relationship Melanie and I had. She was taken aback by the events transpiring right in front of her.

I introduced Kirti to Melanie, “Melanie, this is Kirti, an impressive student.” Melanie gave a knowing smile to Kirti, shook her hand, and said, “Hi Kirti! Good to meet you.”

I moved closer to Melanie’s ear. I noticed her neck hairs responding to my hot breath.

As she opened her mouth to let out a mouthful of air, I whispered: “Go backstage. Lift your skirt, remove your panties aside. Place your hands on the table, bend forward, spread your legs and wait for me there. You better be dry when I get there.”

I moved away immediately, leaving her hanging in mid-arousal. She was too aroused to talk – just nodded and left. I could see the droplets of sweat formed in her forehead and her flushed cheeks.

I left Kirti there, contemplating on what had happened. I squeezed her shoulder and said, “See you after the session, Kirti.” As I moved away from her, I could see all the confusion in her face and was evidently aroused.

She was blushing uncontrollably. That mission was a success. I will have her soon, the next forbidden fruit.

As I moved away, I could see her friends, Angel and Shalini, struck up a conversation. It seemed to me that they were arguing about something. I turned back when I was about to enter backstage. She was still following me with her eyes. I disappeared from her sight with a smile.

Backstage was dimly lit, not as vibrant as the auditorium. But looked exotic with a dripping pussy in the midst. Melanie was standing there as ordered. It was hot to see when all your orders are carried out, barring any inhibitions that a human mind could have.

I thrive in the control, power, and influence that I have over my pets and other people. It gives me a rush, an invisible power, and a boost to my bolstered ego. She was in the middle of the room, stood like a sculpture with life.

The cold temperature, the possibility of being caught, embarrassment from someone watching, and the naked truth was that she loves it. It was making her blush. The humiliation burning her skin, stimulating her pussy.

She was on the edge of orgasm. Droplets of cum dripping from her pussy onto the floor like water droplets from a damaged tap. I stood at the entrance and admired the absolute obedience that Melanie was exhibiting. The thought gave me a rush like many times before.

She did not dare move. I watched her for a good 5 minutes from the entrance to the backstage. I inched closer to her, thinking of what I was going to do. I stood behind her. She knew I was there behind her. But she did not dare to whisper or move.

She stood there eagerly awaiting my touch on her pussy or my words or a hard spank on her ass. I was counting the number of droplets that dropped onto the door from her whore cunt. She was quite the whore when I first met her and one of the hardest to train. She has a dominant side – she has some pets of her own.

She goes after the natural submissive. I love the thrill of bringing out the submissiveness in otherwise dominant men and women. It is a rush like no other. When they finally drop on their knees to serve me their true mistress and giving them the pleasure that only I could provide.

I love pain – I like to inflict and also to receive. But I like to seduce with pleasure, tease, and a bit of love and compassion. Sometimes, very rarely, though, I have had to overpower some as a last resort.

Once I show them the pleasures of submission, I always give them a choice – a chance to be my pet that demands complete submission unconditionally or not. I also give them a week during which there will be no contact.

I wouldn’t lie. I have had some people walk away, too, never to be heard from again. Some do not like the lifestyle, some are worried about society. Some because they cannot submit unconditionally. Some are not ready yet, and some want to explore and a lot of other reasons.

There are very few instances where they have to be in control or else suffer a breakdown. Such people remain friends of mine with some benefits. I respect their honesty and choices. But not before that have had the taste of complete freedom that absolute submission to me provides.

The friends I just mentioned, we dominate people together, sometimes just have sex or submit in bed only. Even though I do not encourage a submission only in bed. I sometimes do not stop them.

Most of those who had a taste of submission will come back and embrace the side that they were afraid of in all their lives. This decision to be my pet is one of the powerful decisions that they ever took. I respect the inner strength that they all have.

Melanie was one such person. A Dom, whose submissive side was woken in our time together, and she decided to embrace it. More on my ways of dominating later.

I counted exactly 25 droplets of cum dripping down from her cunt in the past five minutes I stood behind her.

I spoke, “I thought I asked you to be dry when I got here.”

I waited to see if she would respond. She knew better than to respond. “Speak,”  was all I had to say.

“I could not control. The humiliation, the nakedness, fear was arousing me. The more I tried to control, the more aroused I was…”

“I know my pet. Yet it counts as disobedience and calls for punishment.”

Again she waited for my permission to speak. There was silence for a good two minutes. I knew what I was going to do. But kept her guessing for good two minutes, anticipating – what I was going to do. The order to keep her pussy dry was meant to arouse her and make her wet.

She was ready for the next step. She was meant to fail, and she did. I had kept her on edge for 3 days already. She is going to remain that way for another 3 days, until Saturday. I already had the tools in my bag.

I had recently purchased a vibrator egg and a chastity belt just for her. I kept both in front of her so that she can have a good look at them.

“Raise,” I said, and she rose from her forward bent position. I lifted my skirt and sat on the table, and continued. “Remove the waistcoat and top two buttons of your shirt, lift your skirt, lie down across my lap on your belly. Pull out your right breast with your left hand.”

“Pinch your nipples and twist them in the anti-clockwise direction, and do not let them go. Spank your right butt cheek with your right hand 10 times as I count. Your butt cheeks better turn red when the count is complete. And do not make a sound, not even a moan.”

She followed the directions to the T. She lay across my lap, pulled her breast out, pinched it, and twisted it. She rose her hand and was in the position to spank her to my count.

“Ready.”

One – I landed a hard spank on her left butt cheek while she landed her spank in the right butt cheek.

Two – She has started to twitch already but didn’t move.

Three – Both the spank landed at the same time.

The left cheek was redder than the right.

I said, “Harder.”

Fourth – Melanie hit it the hardest. She lifted her butt in pain as the hand landed on the butt cheek.

Five – Her hit landed first. This was even harder. Now it was pain, she is enjoying it. I could see she wanted to go harder.

“Use a finger to spank… just one finger… you will not touch your butt with the clasped part of your hand… One finger that’s all you are allowed.”

Six – I stuck as gently as humanly possible. She just used her index finger to spank – barely feeling anything. It was driving her mad.

“Spank hard now…Seven”

I hit her first on her left cheek with four fingers. But she gathered all her might and hit so hard that it made a sound. Yet she would not let any sound escape her mouth, not even a moan, not even, ‘Ahh.’

“Now – hit as hard as possible – 3 times on the next count, and do not cum.”

I could see her pre-cum oozing out from her pussy onto my stockings. I knew she was close.

“Spank NOW.”

Three continuous spanks within seconds landed on her right cheek. She was panting, but not a moan escaped. However, I was not done yet. I still had a few spanks in the bank.

“Get up…Kneel…” I knew we had spent some time backstage. I knew someone would come in search of us. In fact, I was counting on it. Once she knelt, she had both her hands behind her back, eyes fixated on my heel, and as straight as a pole from her waist on up.

“Remove the third button from the top, take out your breasts and present it to me.”

I could hear footsteps approaching backstage. I was excited now!

To be Continued…

And that is a wrap of the first part. There is a lot more interesting plot development ahead. Let us throw in some orgy as well. For all those guys and girls who want some steamy straight action, ‘Be patient. All in due time.’

Let me know who would have entered the room. Share your thought, comments, love, desires, fantasy, and suggestions. Please be polite! Share everything on [email protected].

Hope I had made you cum after keeping you on edge for a long time. For any doubts on the twisted Dom/sub relationship or further insight into it, feel free to mail.  With love, Anand.

Hi, My name is Sindhu (using a female name). Here, I am going to write about how I am smitten by my girlfriend’s brother and turned from a straight guy to a dick-loving cross-dresser.

My girlfriend and I started living together after both of us got a job in the same city. Both our families knew about this, and they were cool with us.

We were happy together; we were enjoying our life to the fullest until her elder brother came to stay with us and took me to a fantasy world which showed me how much happiness I was missing.

My girlfriend’s brother recently lost his job and asked us if he can with us until he gets another job, as he was not able to pay his rent. We happily agreed to his request and let him stay in our guest room.

After about a week, one day I came early from the office to the house due to a headache and was surprised to see that it was locked, as I thought my girlfriend’s brother would be in the house.

I opened the door with my spare key and was shocked to see him in my GF’s dress. He had worn a black tank-top and jeans-skirt of my GF and was looking at himself in the mirror.

I was kind of aroused by seeing him like that. He can be easily mistaken for a beautiful girl. He did not have any body-hair and has very sexy legs. He was very fair and had bulges at the right places which made him hotter in my GF’s dress.

I liked what I was seeing. My girlfriend’s brother was genuinely shocked on seeing me (he was wearing earphones, so couldn’t hear me entering the house).

He tried to cover himself and left for the bathroom without saying anything and then he came back wearing normal clothes. He was constantly saying sorry for what he did and begged me not to tell his sister.

I told him not to worry about anything. I will not tell anything to anyone. I also did not tell him that I really loved seeing him in my GF’s dress and I also wanted to try dressing like him.

To my luck, his sister went to her native place over the weekend for some pujas and would be back only after the weekend.

We did not bring up that topic until that weekend. On Friday evening, I casually asked him if he was gay and our conversation went on like this,

“So, you just like dressing like a girl, or are you really gay?” I asked.

“I am so sorry Sai (my real name). I will not dress like that again, please forgive me,” he pleaded crying.

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it, in fact, I liked seeing you like that, can you dress me like that?” I asked him shyly.

His eyes widened on hearing this, and then he asked me, “Are you also gay?”

I told him that I did not have any gay experience until now. I also told my girlfriend’s brother that I was also not sure if I like it or not, but I really loved seeing him in a girl’s dress and wanted to dress like him.

His smile widened, and he told me, “Don’t worry, Sai. I will help you dress like a girl, you will love the experience,” and he asked me, “How do you want me to dress you?”

I always liked seeing girls in sarees, so I told him the same.

He said, “Wait in the hall and when I tell you, then you come to the bedroom.”

I was very nervous. I locked the main door and was pacing in the hall impatiently, excited, confused and preparing myself for the new experience.

After 10 minutes, he told me to come to the room. I went to the room and was shocked by seeing the things which were on the bed.

There was a blue transparent saree, matching blouse, and inner garments on the bed. On the side, I also saw lipstick, mascara, and all other girl make-up items.

I told him, “I don’t remember my GF having all those.”

He told me in a husky voice, “Those are my personal items.”

He asked me, “Are you ready to turn into a girl?”

I said, “Yes,” sheepishly, and we laughed at each other.

He told me to go and have a bath and remove all the hair from my body. I was excited at that thought and went to the bathroom.

As my girlfriend’s brother had told me to do, I removed all the hair using my GF’s hair removal products and came out after 30 minutes with a towel wrapped around me.

He came close to me and smelled me, which aroused me to the core. I was ready to be kissed by him. He moved back and said, “Not like this darling, you have to become a girl first.”

I got excited even by that thought.

He tossed the bra and panties to me and told me to wear them. I went to the mirror and looked at myself without any hair for the first time. My chest looked like it was implanted with boobs without any hair. I smiled on looking at myself. I wore the bra and panties but was still in my towel.

He came towards me and removed my towel. Now I was just in bra and panties. I shyly tried to cover my panties and bra with my hands.

He slowly came to me, and we looked at each other in the eyes. I went forward to kiss him (silly me), but he was in a very teasing mode.

He leaned back and told me to wear the blouse, lehenga, and saree.

I said, “I don’t know how to wear the saree.”

He laughed and said, “I will drape the saree, you wear the blouse and lehenga.”

I did what he said. He came to me and draped the saree and applied lipstick, mascara, and other make-up on me, and as a final touch, he kept a long hair wig on my head.

He looked at me very proudly, admiring his own creation, and asked me to look into the mirror.

I was astonished by seeing how I looked. I looked like a proper girl. If anyone who didn’t know me, saw me like this, I could easily pass for a girl.

I was smiling very shyly, by looking at myself in the mirror. My girlfriend’s brother came close to me and held me around my waist and turned me towards him, He told me, “From now onward, your name is Sindhu,” and hugged me. I liked the name very much and said, “Thank you.”

He slowly caressed me with his hands around my waist. He then pulled me closer to him, and told me now was the time. He came closer to me and kissed me for the first time. I felt very different, aroused, excited all at the same time.

We kissed passionately for about 10minutes. He broke the kiss and tossed me onto the bed.

I was on the bed like a girl ready to get fucked. He undressed. I was seeing a man’s dick in real for the first time. He came towards me and pounced on me. He pressed my boobs very hard while kissing me. I was enjoying every bit of what he was doing.

My girlfriend’s brother removed my saree and blouse and lehenga. I was in front of him in just a bra and panties. He came onto me and started to kiss me all over my body was making me moan like never before.

He started kissing my neck, my boobs on top of the bra and slid his hand in the panties, and took my dick in his hand. He then began caressing it like he knew what needed to be done with it. I moaned very loudly.

He removed my bra and panties and stood up to see me in my full naked glory. I was very shy and blushing when he saw me like that.

“You look very beautiful, Sindhu. I want to fuck you every day,” he said.

“Stop talking and come fuck me,” I said.

“No darling, you have to do many things to get fucked by me,” he said in a sarcastic way and came towards me. He was holding his dick in his hand and brought it towards my mouth. I understood what he wanted from me.

I leaned towards his dick, it smelled very differently. I kissed it and took it in my mouth and started giving my girlfriend’s brother a blowjob for the first time.

“Aaaaaa bitchhhh suck it, suck it hard..” He moaned and started throat fucking my mouth very fast.

As it was my first time, it was giving me pain. I asked him to stop, but he didn’t listen to me. He slapped me in lust, and he kept pushing his dick in my mouth.

“Bitch, do what I say, I am your daddy, suck it bitch…” he shouted. Weirdly, it made me hornier. Maybe I was a submissive bitch.. Maybe I was meant to be treated like this.

He fucked my throat for 10 minutes and took his dick out. He was still hard. Goodness me, he went to his bag and brought baseline; I knew what was going to happen!

“Bitch, it’s time to get fucked in your ass, turn around like a dog,” he said.

I did as he said. I turned around with my ass facing him. He applied Vaseline all over and inserted his finger to test how firm my hole was.

I shouted in pain, but I also liked the pleasure.

“You like it, uhhh…wait till I put my dick in…” by saying this, he shoved his dick in my ass in one full motion.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, stop it, it’s hurting me, please stop it,” I pleaded with him. In response, my girlfriend’s brother smacked my ass and asked me to shut up.

He started fucking me very expertly. I also started to enjoy it. “Uhhhh Uhhhh don’t stop.. Fuck me fuck meeeee, uhhhhhhh..”

My girlfriend’s brother fucked me for about 10 minutes and then took out his dick and said, “I am about to come.”

He told me to suck his dick. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to take his sperms in my mouth, ufffffff.

I took his dick in my mouth. In about 10 strokes he came in my mouth.

I took all his warm sperms in my mouth thinking that this must be how my GF would feel when I came in her mouth. We both lay on the bed, exhausted by all the fucking, and then we slept.

We fucked each other, over the weekend. Meanwhile, he told me the difference between a top and bottom gay. He told me to decide what I was.

I said, “I liked both fucking and being fucked.”

“I am a bottom gay, that’s why I like getting dressed like a girl. I only fucked you since this is your first time and I wanted you to experience both and decide what you like more,” he said.

After giving it a thought, I said, “I also like to be getting fucked more than fucking anyone.”

“Haha, haha.. We both are sissy bitches waiting to be fucked. I will introduce you to my friends who will fuck us to our satisfaction” he said.

“We are lesbians bitches covered in the male body,” I said laughingly and went to kiss him. I was thinking about how exciting my future is going to be.

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