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The night was still young. I was visiting my girlfriend over the weekend, and we were hosting a couple of her coworkers-cum-friends: Alice and Deepthi.

Alice was a thick and fair baddie from Mumbai with assets to die for – bold and in your face. Deepthi, on the other hand, was a dusky Tamilian with a petite frame — not your typical sex goddess but still hot as fuck.

To complete the trio, my girlfriend Arthi was a thick, dusky beauty with ample-sized boobs and an ass to die for. Together, these ladies in their office had turned a lot of heads and raised a lot of dicks.

Coming back to the night…

We all had ordered food of our choice, and conversation was flowing freely under the warm hue of fairy lights in our room. There was a pleasant breeze, and the night was fairly silent. Alcohol was pouring as if for free, as the ladies were helping themselves with generous portions of vodka and wine.

All three had had a fair bit to drink. It was at this point that Alice suggested we start a board game. After some discussion, we decided we would start with Monopoly (or Business, as it’s called in India).

We laid out the board and distributed the cash and stuff like that. It went on as usual, with enough teasing and laughter.

As fate would have it, Alice and Deepthi started losing cash like crazy, and I started gaining. Once Alice had lost all her cash, she said, “Oh no! I am bankrupt. I don’t know what I will do when I land on someone’s property and have to pay rent. I don’t want to be out of the game.”

Maybe it was the alcohol that got her tipsy, because what she said next blew my mind. She said, “Let’s lose a piece of clothing when we land on someone else’s property.”

I was excited and looked around the room. Deepthi was the first to talk. She said, “I am okay! I do not have much cash left anyway.”

I agreed in an instant, but it took a little convincing to get my girlfriend on board, as she was a little shy.

I was already hard at the prospect of seeing three ladies naked.

The game resumed, and Alice was the first to land on my property. She faked being disappointed and seductively took off her sweater while giving me constant eye contact.

She was wearing a tank top inside, which was barely covering her fair, big boobs. Then Deepthi lost her top and track consecutively. When I landed on Alice’s property, even though I had money, I said I would prefer to take off my clothing.

At this point, Alice was in her shorts and a tank top. Deepthi was in her brown underwear. I was only in my tracks with no shirt, and my girlfriend was still fully clothed.

Lines of sanity were now blurring, and Monopoly was getting boring. Alice suggested we move to Truth or Dare. She took the vodka bottle and gave it a spin. It landed on Arthi.

Arthi: Truth.

Alice: When was the last time you guys fucked?

Arthi: (a little shy) Right before you guys came.

Alice and Deepthi gave a shocked reaction and then blushed. The bottle spun again, this time landing on Deepthi. I took the opportunity.

Deepthi: Truth.

Me: What is your favorite sex position?

Deepthi: I can answer only from the ones I have seen because I have not had sex yet. I am still a virgin.

We were all shocked. Deepthi was puzzled as to why we were overreacting. But the game moved on.

Bottle spins, lands on Arthi.

Arthi: Dare.

Alice: Kiss your boyfriend right now.

Arthi: Come on, guys.

Alice: Dare is a dare.

Arthi climbed onto my lap, grabbed my hair, and we shared a deep, long, and passionate kiss. I could see both the ladies salivating at the sight of us kissing. I was rock hard by now, and my dick was poking out from under my track.

Bottle spun, landed on me.

Me: I will follow my lady’s lead – DARE.

Alice: Take off your pants.

Arthi was baffled.

Arthi: What the hell, Alice!? We need to stop!!

Alice: C’mon Arthi. Be a sport. Let us see your man’s tool.

Even before my girlfriend could object, I was out of my tracks with my tool, all hard and proud. Alice couldn’t take her eyes off it. She almost moved in my direction, but Arthi stopped her and spun the bottle, landing on Alice.

Alice: Dare.

Arthi: Now, you take your clothes off.

Alice: Finallyyyyy! I was waiting for this.

The next 60 seconds were heaven. Alice slowly and seductively removed her tank top with no bra underneath. Her boobies drop was out of this world. Her fair, beautifully round melons were staring at me, and all I wanted was to suck the life out of them.

Then, she removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy was clean-shaven and fresh from a shower. I could not stop staring at them. I snapped out when Deepthi spun the bottle, and it landed on Arthi.

Arthi: Dare.

Alice: Now you get naked, beautiful lady!!

Me: Hey, c’mon now. This is getting out of hand.

Deepthi: You don’t want us to look at your hot girlfriend’s body?

Arthi started stripping. Off went her kurta and leggings. Her bra and panties followed suit. It was not anything I had not seen already, but there was something about the night that was getting me more and more aroused.

Alice: (looking at my dick) Boy, is someone horny!!

I grabbed a pillow and tried to hide my dick, but Deepthi pulled it away.

It was my turn to take control. I gently moved towards Deepthi and took off her bra hook. I slowly removed her bra as she shivered at my touch. I removed her panties too. Hers was the pussy I was most excited to fuck as she was a virgin.

*****

Come back to read how it all unfolded, and I fucked all three glory holes.

Hi everyone, I had submitted another one of my stories with my mom in 2 parts previously. (At Home with My Mom) I am now writing another one from my mom’s perspective.

On telling my mom that I have been sharing our stories on this website, she initially got scared, but I assured her that I had not revealed our identities. She was relaxed now. After reading a couple of the stories that I had penned, she wanted to write this one from her point of view. Here it goes…

This is Mom, aged around 59 and happily married. I read the stories that my son had written and got aroused, though it was our own experiences. The reactions, comments and feedback made me go wild. I felt happy that readers were enjoying our encounters, even though some of them were not so hardcore.

Coming to the story, this happened last month in July. It was my birthday on the 10th. Since we all stay together, it was difficult to get our WE time for long hours. I usually sleep off early in the night and wake up early at 6 am. My husband was still asleep.

He sleeps late at night, watching sex videos instead of doing it in real life with me. I woke up, went to the washroom and then entered the kitchen to prepare coffee. In about 10 minutes, my son woke up and came to me. He wished me a happy birthday with a kiss on my forehead and a hug.

Of late, these kisses on my forehead have become very special to me. Kisses have also increased as my son loves giving me such pecks. Such short pecks on cheeks and forehead are much pleasurable than the lip kisses. He hugged me so tightly that my boobs were stuck to his chest.

While hugging, he also pressed my buttocks, tried to lift my nighty too. But I resisted him, saying that everyone is at home. “Anyone might wake up anytime and come to wish me,” I said. He still didn’t stop lifting my nighty from behind, finally touching my bare butt.

You might already know that I don’t wear panties while at home. He started squeezing my ass and hugged me tighter. After a few seconds, we parted. He bent down and kissed my tummy, saying, “Happy birthday once again, ma.” This was one of the most special moments of the day for me.

As the day progressed, everyone wished me and started with their daily chores. My son was trying to reason with someone or the other to be with me. My daughter-in-law and son left for their work. My husband left in the afternoon for a function in the nearby village.

My son called me to know what I was doing while I was about to take a bath. He told me not to go as he will be home soon. Within 20 minutes, he was back home. Only we were both at home now. This was the moment we had both been waiting for a long time. And today was my special day.

We closed the windows of our house to have privacy and started cuddling each other in the Hall itself. My son’s tool was already up inside his formal pants. I noticed it, and I was getting excited too. He started kissing me on my lips and squeezing my boobs.

He was kneading both my nipples so nicely. Without my knowledge, I started moaning loudly. Since ours is an independent house, no one could hear us. I started squeezing his butts. I am a little short of his height because his growing tool was touching my tummy.

We were doing all this in a standing position. I love being done like this in a sleeping position, but he wants it to be different all the time. He loves it in standing and sitting positions. My legs were trembling by now as I was feeling tired. He slowly started to undress me.

He had already opened the top portion of my nighty to see and access my boobs easily. Now he started to push the nighty down to remove it completely. I was now only in my bra and nude at the bottom. He pushed one finger inside my already wet pussy.

He pushed me onto the sofa and bent down near my pussy. He started smelling it while fingering and squeezing my boobs with his other hand. I was in pleasure. I removed his shirt and banian. He was only wearing his trousers. I tried to remove them too, but couldn’t access them because of his ongoing work.

He removed my bra while I asked him to get up, and I removed his trousers. Both of us were nude now. He took my hand and asked me if I hadn’t taken a bath. I said no. He took me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was cold at first; it sent me chills all over my body.

He pinned me to the wall, facing it. He slapped both my buttocks, hugged me, holding my boobs from the back. His tool was trying to squeeze in between my ass crack. We always enjoy this position, with his dick rubbing my ass. With the water flowing all over our bodies, it was easier to rub against each other.

I was pushing my ass back to make it easier for him. He now turned me around, looked me in my face, wished me happy birthday again and planted a kiss on my forehead. His hands were still squeezing my boobs. I always wear anklets because he likes them.

With his foot, he was rubbing my feet along with the anklets up and down. He loves women’s feet with anklets. One of his hands slowly came down near my waist and started rubbing my tummy and waist. While his tool was trying to push through my pussy.

With one hand, he was trying to broaden my pussy entrance, and with the other hand, he tried to push his tool. I tried to help him too, by taking his tool in my hands and rubbing it to make it bigger. I gradually tried to push it inside of me. As the tip touched my entrance, I trembled.

Even with warm water flowing through our bodies, I was sweating. This was the moment we had been waiting for a long time. We couldn’t get such alone time since everyone used to be at home. My birthday today made it even more special.

We did a lot of cuddling, fondling, and had sex in the bathroom. We had not even brought towels or clothes, so we walked nude to my room together. We just dried ourselves and lay down on the bed. We were not in a hurry to wear any clothes.

My son kept staring at my nude body. I asked him, “What now, aren’t you drained yet?” He smacked his lips, looking at my nipples, indicating that he wanted to have some milk. I dragged his face towards my boobs, and he smashed his face right onto them.

I sighed, “Aah” with a slight pain. He was lying to my side, with his face on my boobs, and I was rubbing his legs with mine. For both of us, such caressing, kneading, and fondling are more pleasurable than real sex or inserting. We both turned towards each other.

I started rubbing his tool and squeezing his bare ass. He was still sucking my nipples and squeezing my boobs and ass. I was getting wet underneath. He now started fingering my pussy. With my big tummy, I was trying to push his toy. The tip of his tool was now touching my navel hole; this was heaven.

We both got up and sat on the bed. He pulled me onto his lap. In the cowgirl position, we both started fucking, we were on a different planet, enjoying. Suddenly, my husband called on the landline, and we both walked to the phone.

While I was talking to him, my son hugged me from behind and tried to insert his finger into my pussy. I finished the call and told him, “Your dad will be home in about 15 minutes.” We both finished our session, dressed ourselves and waited for others to come back home.

It was a long-awaited and enjoyable session that we experienced on my birthday.

Thank you, everyone, for reading from my perspective. I hope my son will continue to entertain you in the future. Please note that these are not just stories, but our own real experiences. For your feedback, you can email us at [email protected].

Hi, I am Sanjay, back with the continued story of my friends’ experience with a mature woman. To know about the intensity of this story, you should read the previous parts of this series.

After sucking each other’s private parts on the yoga mat, we got aroused and went to the sofa. I started licking her pussy vigorously by stretching her legs apart. She pressed her boobs while enjoying. I was playing with her pussy. She released her juice after a few moments.

She said, “Even though I had sex with more than 4 men, nobody licked my pussy like this.” She gazed at my cock and told me to fuck. I brought a condom while coming from my room. She took a condom from me and wrapped it around my hard cock.

I put my cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed. My big cock went inside her hot pussy smoothly. I held her legs apart and started to fuck her. I am fucking her pussy deeply. Due to yoga, she can stretch her body fully. My 7-inch hard cock is going deeply inside her pussy.

She started to leak while my cock was coming out of her pussy. Her juice came out along with my cock like sugarcane juice. Sheela is moaning and enjoying the sex. With every thrust, my cock was vanishing inside her pussy and coming out. Her boobs are shaking vigorously, and it’s tempting me.

Sheela released her juice completely. The condom was covered with her juice. My cock is still hard. She asked about the same, why I am not getting a leak. I said, “I took Viagra to enjoy her fully.” We went to the yoga mat. I made her lie on the mat, came over her body, and started to suck her huge boobs.

Her maroon nipple with a big areola on her big boobs attracts me. I pulled her nipple with my teeth and started to suck her boobs, along with mauling her huge, juicy boobs. Sheela is enjoying the moment. Her soft, spongy boobs give me the thrill to suck them more.

After that, I told her to take the cat position. She is an expert in the position. I struck with an idea. I asked her, “Can we live-record this for your subscribers?”

“No, it’s not a sex class, it’s only a yoga class,” she said. “You viewers only joined to enjoy your body, not for yoga,” I said. “I knew that, but can’t do live sex,” she affirmed. “At least, can we record for our purposes? I will record without our faces,” I asked. She agreed to that.

I set the camera to cover her body from her boobs to her ass. It covers only her boobs while fucking her pussy or ass from behind. It starts recording. I took a position behind her. I spanked her ass. Her ass bounced with a spank. I continued spanking her ass until they were red.

She enjoyed the process. “Sheela, you are sexy all the way.” I pushed my cock inside her pussy by holding her hip. I started to fuck her pussy. Due to that position, I could fuck her deeply. I inserted my full cock inside her till my balls touch her ass. It looks like my cock is vanishing inside her juicy pussy.

I increased my speed, and Sheela started to moan loudly. Sheela started to moan loudly, which showed her enjoyment fully. Her boobs are shaking vigorously with the speed. Sheela started to leak again. My cock is still erect due to Viagra. I want to release my cum.

But I am enjoying the long fucking session with Sheela. “Shall I fuck your ass, Sheela?” I asked her. “I didn’t get fuck my ass till now, but we will try today,” she said. I changed my condom and put some lubricant on my cock and on her ass hole.

I stretched her ass wide and put my cock at the entrance of her ass hole. I tried to push, but it took 3-4 times to go inside. I started slowly, she moaning as it was hurting. Slowly started to and fro motion for a few minutes. Once Sheela got the rhythm, I started to increase the speed.

Wow, Fucking her ass gives us a thrill. She is enjoying the fuck while her boobs are jiggling heavily. I fucked her ass for a few minutes. We got tired. I stopped recording, and we slept on the floor and took a few minutes’ rest.

My cock is still hard due to Viagra. Now, I begged Sheela to release my cum. She took the initiative as I was out of energy. We already had more than 1 hour of a hardcore session. She came over and removed the condom. She held my cock in both hands.

She spat on my cock and started to roll her tongue all over my dick. She took my cock in her mouth; it was an amazing view for me. A 42-year-old, mature woman is sucking my hard cock. I was unlucky till 37 years of age, but now I have two hot, big boobs women back-to-back. This is called luck, I thought.

Sheela takes the full cock inside her mouth and sucking neatly by making a slurping sound. I was on cloud nine. Sheela is sucking my balls one by one neatly. She took the balls fully inside her mouth and sucking them. Sheela makes them wet by sucking.

I was enjoying the moment completely. I was on cloud nine with her sexual skills on my balls. After a few minutes, she put a condom on my cock and took the cowgirl position. She sat over my cock slowly, it went till her womb, she said.

She started grinding my cock with her sexy moves and started to jump slowly. She is pressing her boobs, which are jumping along with her moves. I was enjoying the moment. After a while, I felt my cock start to drip. So, we took a missionary position. I pushed my cock inside her pussy and started to fuck her.

I Sucked her huge boobs one by one while pressing. Her boobs are big in my hand. I kissed her juicy lips in between. It was an amazing experience for me. Fucking a mature woman who can stretch her body to take my cock deep inside. I held her shoulder and inserted my cock deep in her pussy.

I started to fuck her speed. Sheela is jerking with my thrust. She never had this type of experience in my sex life, she said. Due to fitness and the help of Viagra, I was fucking Sheila in rough. I fucked her pussy very hard, and she started to scream in pleasure.

When I am on the verge of cumming, I increase my speed, using all my energy. Her boobs are bouncing with my hard thrusts. Sheela’s body is shaking vigorously. I roughly fucked her pussy in missionary position for 5minutes and released my cum fully inside her pussy in a condom.

We took a rest for a few minutes like a log. We were like for 30minutes. It’s time already, 1.30 PM. We enjoyed our steamy sex. We cleaned ourselves with a towel and ate food. We watched our record video, which gives us a thrill. At one point, it covered Sheela’s face, but no one could guess it was Sheela.

I asked her, “Shall I upload this to a porn website, as it was not recorded on our faces?” She felt its thrill, so she agreed. I uploaded our steamy doggy style sex video on the website.

Sheela asked me to have one more session before her son comes. I agreed, but she asked for sex without a condom as she liked my cock and my fucking energy. So, she wants to feel my nude cock inside her warm pussy. I expressed my concern about the disease as she had sex more than 4 men.

Sheela said she took nude cock from her husband only, that too 9 years ago, her husband fucked her only twice. And she didn’t allow anybody to fuck her without protection. She was inspired by cock, so she asked me fuck her with bare cock. I agreed to her.

It was 4 PM already, and we had 2 hours to have sex till her son came. So, we went to the bathroom to have shower sex. Sheela turned on the shower. Water started to fall on our bodies. We started to kiss each other. I sucked her lips and bit her lower lip and marked her. Sheela enjoyed my act.

I turned her towards the wall and hugged her from behind. I rubbed my cock between her ass crack while pressing her left boob and inserting my right finger inside her pussy. Sheela is moving her body with my act. My cock is erect and hard. Sheela held my cock with her left hand and started to stroke.

Sheela turned her face and kissed my lips. She kneeled and started to lick my hot cock. She started to suck my cock along with water droplets for a few minutes. I made her sit on the washbasin counter slab. I pulled her to the counter edge to adjust my cock.

I pushed my hot cock into her juicy pussy without a condom. I felt friction for the first time. Later, with movement and with the help of Sheela’s pussy juice, I felt good. I started to fuck her juicy pussy while kissing her lips. That position was not comfortable for us.

So, she gets down and bends her body to get fuck from behind. Now I took charge from behind and started to fuck her bare pussy with my nude cock. I held her hips firmly and started to fuck her vigorously. After a few minutes of fuck, I released my cum inside her pussy with her permission.

Later, we got refreshed by helping each other and came naked outside. While she is moving in front with her bare, swaying her bare ass. I got the mood again to fuck her.

So, I pushed her on the dining table and started licking her pussy from behind, along with licking her ass. She is enjoying the moment and starts to moan. I placed my cock and pushed inside her sexy asshole and started fucking slowly.

Meanwhile, Anu called me, and I told Sheela not to make noise. I answered Anu’s call while fucking Sheela’s ass. Her court case was postponed to the next day. So, she will come the next evening, Anu said.

During this, Sheela moaned loudly. Anu heard that. “Somebody is enjoying my absence and fucking a mature woman, enjoy until tomorrow, I will take charge from the next day,” Anu said. “Sheela, you trapped my man, I will stab you bitch,” she said jokingly. We all laughed at her words.

What happened next? I will share in the next part. Until then, enjoy this steamy sex and share your feedback at [email protected].

“What sexy pics, man”, Hamza uttered, drooling. Can I have them? I wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity, he continued.
“How?” Amir asked out of curiosity.
“I will explain all later, but right now I need them”, Hamza replied.
Hamza brought that photo album to his home, and looks at those sexy pics every night and masturbates, occasionally on the face of the model.
One day, Tahani was home alone and with nothing to do, she planned to watch some porn and could stimulate accordingly. It was the fourth week she could not get laid, so like any other sex deprived person, she decided to take a different route.
She lay naked on the sofa in the living room and began playing the movie she had on her. Unfortunately, because of the print, she could not beat the heat, and her desperation to have an orgasm began overpowering.
Tahani got an idea, and she moved towards her brother’s room and began to look for something interesting, when she got hold of the photo album. She opened the album and was shaken upon seeing her nudes. These were the same photos she posed for as a muse. Hundreds of questions passed through her mind, but she could not put down the photo album.
She also found a pen drive hidden inside the album cover, which she seized along with the album and went straight down to the living room. She put on the USB on the television, and an exceptionally hot model appeared on the screen, rubbing her pussy with her fingers while moaning filthy words.
A camera appeared, recording her actions after a while, and there seemed to be a crotch when the camera tried to hide itself. The girl in the movie had beautiful boobs, and she was fondling them simultaneously. Tahani immersed herself in the album and the film while unintentionally caressing her pussy and tits.
She reached the place in the album where two pages were stuck together, and she twiddled the pages when a glue-like material got stuck on her fingers. She sniffed the substance, and its piquant smell confirmed it was the freshly discharged semen Hamza had forgotten to clean.
The sniffing of semen sends a different spark in her body as she licked to taste while her other hand was busy finger fucking her. Her moans were too loud and could be heard outside.
While the actress caught her step brother recording her satisfying herself and stroking his huge penis, she covered herself, but her brother talked her out of it while pushing her towards first kissing, then sucking his dick head.
Watching them indulging Tahani’s intimate Hamza fingering her, and she began calling his name, also begging to move faster. The replica of what’s happening here was being shown in the movie as the brother pulled his sister near the bedside and initiated face fucking her while his fingers were running inside and over her vagina and clitoris.
Tahani’s eyes were shut, nipples were erect and pointed, facial expressions were changing with every second passed, and the strokes were gaining speed; all this indicates she was nearing her first orgasm.
With another loud moan, Thani squirted her juices all over the couch and the album lying on the table edge. She lay down, panting heavily while catching her breath. She was in her dream world, listening to the light moans coming out of the movie.
A sudden presence disturbed my time after the release. Upon glancing further, there stood Hamza with Amir, checking her naked, huffing body. Scattered shining sweat drops on her face, around her tits, appeared eye-catching. Hamza scrolled his fingers on her sweaty, nude body while Amir started undressing. His erect penis popped out of his underwear, which he brought close to Tahani’s mouth and patted on her lips.
She opened her mouth to suck on the cock while Hamza kept admiring the guts of Amir.
Within minutes, Amir’s cock was completely inside of her mouth, while Hamza initiated sucking on the tender nipples of Tahani. Hamza bit each nipple softly, while sucking, making Tahani moan. Amir kept caressing Tahani’s hair while she was gulping the whole shaft and fondling his balls with her hands.
Hamza’s erection was making it uncomfortable for him to continue wearing his shorts, so he got up, removed all his clothes and replaced positions with Amir.
Amir marked his territory by kissing the whole body, passing shivers and by reaching his final destination, he licked and kissed the vaginal lips. Tahani was already aroused from the recent session and moaned, “Fuck me” out of nowhere.
Amir knew from the experience that continued sucking her vagina well and biting her clitoris was just the way she liked it. Tahani pulled his head towards her vagina while sucking on Hamza’s cock. Hamza changed his position and stood over Tahani’s face before shoving his cock deep inside of her mouth. He kept face fucking her while her hands were busy guiding Amir’s tongue.
Amir, wrapped, sucking, and was desperate to fuck her good, so he stood on his knees, pushed Tahani’s legs apart and began stroking. The vagina had accepted the cock readily because of all the lubrication. Hamza increased his speed of mouth fucking, choking and gagging her before Cumming in her mouth and also blowing some on her tits.
She swallowed whatever she had in her mouth.
On the other hand, Amir was still busy fucking her pussy and caressing her clitoris, allowing her to have her second orgasm. Tahani’s legs were trembling from the hard release, but were already grabbed by Amir, who did not want to stop until his orgasm. He initiated pounding harder and filled her pussy with his hot semen.
Looking at them, Hamza regained his tightness, and while stroking his shaft, he pushed Amir aside to penetrate the nicely fucked pussy leaking semen. He lay on the floor, pulled Tahani up, guided her towards his dick and turned Tahani in reverse cowgirl position before putting his erect cock in the desired hole.
Still trembling, it was not easy for her to retain that position, but her excitement let Tahani manage. She begged to be fucked mercilessly, kept requesting to fuck her harder. Hamza held her from her waist to help her bounce and to fuck her as intensely as possible.
Amir, too, was ready for round two. He came up and asked Tahani to suck him while he tweaked her nipples. Her moans became bolder as she was enjoying being fucked by her stepbrother and ex-coworker together.
Tahani was begging for more and more, and with each stroke kept rubbing her pussy vigorously. She squirted even harder. Breathless, she fell on Hamza, who cuddled her.
Amir interrupted Hamza from penetrating by pulling her up and himself lying on the floor next to Hamza, commanded Thani to sit on his cock facing him and instructed Hamza to score her asshole.
Tahani responded with no, but no men were in the mood to hear that. Amir wrapped her in his arms, smooched her while ramping her pussy, while Hamza grabbed the lotion from his room, poured plenty on her hole and on his dick before trying to insert his cock inside of her butthole.
Amir was patiently waiting for Hamza to be inside before his fucking cycle began to move. Finally, Hamza was able to enter his dick, which was now driving in and out comfortably. Tears rolled over from unbearable pain, causing Tahani to collapse on Amir’s chest, even bit him to subside the pain.
That bite pushed him a little, and Amir spanked and kept spanking her butt cheeks while fucking her wildly.
“Oh! Yeah, fuck me harder and faster. Tear my holes apart, you bastards”, Tahani began screaming in agony. She initiated smooching Amir passionately to calm her nerves, but kept demanding to be screwed appropriately.
Hamza started to vary his speed, and so did Amir to prolong ejaculation, whereas cumming so many times made her fatigued, so Tahani wanted to get this session to end soon.
Looking at her drowsiness, Amir increased the speed and asked Hamza to do the same, so that they could manage to cum wherever they wanted to.
Hamza pulled his cock out and guided Tahani to kneel on the floor, stroking his cock with his bare hands, while Amir remained in the same position. At last, both the boys stood opposite each other, commanded Tahani to suck and stroke them until they ejaculate.
Tahani grabbed their dicks and started stroking one and sucking the other.
Both men began clutching their backs and moaning. Finally, they took their own cock in their hands and stroked till they spurted cum on Tahani’s hair, face, and tits. She teased them further by licking the cum from her face and tits, and wanting them to have her one more time.

Hey, I am a regular ISS reader. I regularly read stories from here whenever I am bored, so I thought of sharing one of my experiences.

My name is Sandeep (name changed). I’m currently in and from Bangalore. I am 5’7″ tall with a rage-built body and a dusky complexion, typical of a South Indian guy. I have a 5-6 inch, quite thick dick.

This happened in 2022 when I joined the office as a fresher. The story is about how I managed to bang one of my colleagues, who was higher in position and younger than me.

Let me describe the heroine of my story. Her name is Neha (name changed). She was about 22 when this happened and she was damn hot. She had fair skin, stood at about 5’4″ to 5’5″, and had a damn curvy body with measurements of 35-28-36. I always had a thought of banging her.

She always used to wear tight tops and jeans, in which her assets used to make guys drop their jaws. I was one of them; whenever she walked around the office, I used to get a glimpse of her boobs and ass, which used to make me hard at work. I was waiting for the right time to bang her badly.

We used to stay near each other. She lived in a PG, and I lived 2-3 buildings away from her, in a one-room apartment on the top floor. Even her room was on the top floor, so I usually got a glimpse of her room from my terrace. Initially, we just used to say ‘hi’ in the morning and ‘bye’ at the end of the day.

Slowly, our conversations started as we began to go to the office at the same time. Sometimes, we used to go together in a cab, which slowly started conversations with her. We exchanged our numbers and started to talk on the phone or via text.

She started to share everything with me about her family, hobbies, likes, and dislikes. She told me that she was committed and had a boyfriend, which made me feel sad that I lost the chance to bang her.

But after a few days, she told me that her relationship wasn’t working as she thought her boyfriend was not faithful to her. I was secretly happy, thinking that if she broke up with him, I might get a chance to bang this super hot girl.

I could see that she was getting herself emotionally connected to me for support as she was having a rough time in her relationship. I started to plant random doubts in her mind so that she could get herself away from her boyfriend. To my surprise, whatever idea I gave her used to work in my favor.

This continued between us, and I started to indirectly flirt with her on calls and texts, making her feel special and trusted. Slowly, she started to respond to my flirty texts, and even she started to flirt with me. Slowly, our flirty texts turned into sex topics, and we ended up having sex chats.

Once, out of the blue, she called me and asked if I was alone in my room. I told her ‘yes,’ and she asked to video call me. I agreed because we used to have video calls frequently, but this was different. She told me that she wanted to show me something. I thought it might be things she bought from shopping, so I said ‘yes.’ I received the video call, and the conversation started.

Neha: Hey, what are you doing? I have something to show you.

Me: Yes, okay.

Neha: Close your eyes and open them when I say so.

I did as she said, and after a minute, she told me to open my eyes. To my surprise, she was wearing a sleeveless top and jean shorts, and I could see a glimpse of her navel area, which made me get a boner.

Neha: How do I look?

Me: Damn hot in this outfit. (In my mind, I thought, “Damn, I want you now so that I can fuck you badly.”)

Neha: That’s it? Nothing else?

Me: Haha, your assets are so damn sexy… making me grow down there.

Neha: Blushed and said, “Have you gotten hard for this only?”

Me: Can you show me your hips? I like to see them.

She slowly raised her top until it reached below her boobs and started to turn around, showing me all the views of her hips from the front and sides. I slowly started to get hard and started to rub my dick. And she was reading my thoughts.

Neha: Is that enough, or do you need anything else? Because I can read your mind…

Me: Oh really? What’s on my mind?

Neha: I can see the lust in your eyes, showing how badly you want me now.

Me: Yeah, too badly! I wish I could come now and fuck you on your own bed!!

Neha: Cool down. I have more to raise your heart rate.

Me: Oh really? What’s that?

She turned off her video and told me to stay put so that she would turn it on again. I was waiting for her to turn on her camera.

And after a while, she turned it on. She was standing in front of the mirror, showing herself.

Guys, my sexy colleague was semi-naked and looked damn hot in her bra and panties, which were semi-transparent. I could get a minimal glimpse of her thighs and pussy.

I was watching her with my jaw dropped, and she was laughing, seeing me. I asked her to get fully naked, and she said ‘yes.’

Neha slowly started to unhook her bra, and in a while, I could see her boobs fully.

Guys, I had seen her boobs already, but only in pictures, while we used to do sex chats. This was the first time I saw her like this in a video call. She was pressing one of her boobs and teasing me, and I was rubbing my dick.

She asked what I was doing, to which I told her I was hard and rubbing my dick. Her gorgeous eyes widened, and she asked me to show it. She said, “We could have a sex chat on a video call.”

We got comfortable on our beds and placed the phone in a way that showed our bodies. We both got naked on the call, and she started to press her boobs and rub her pussy. I started to rub my dick.

After a while, I asked my sexy colleague to finger her pussy, to which I was stroking my dick with the speed that she was doing. We both were calling out each other’s names and moaning.

She was about to reach her climax, and I was about to cum. We increased our speed and started to moan, calling each other’s names.

She was moaning, “Damn good,” and I was getting harder every time she moaned.

She was like, “Sandeep, please fuck me… fuck me hard,” and I was like, “Yeah, Neha… take it… take it deep!”

After a while, we both reached climax, and we were both very satisfied and laughing, seeing each other.

Neha: We should have sex soon.

Me: Come to my room; we can now.

Neha: Not today, but soon we will.

Me: Yes, I will be waiting.

This was the start of our sex desire. I had many moments with her where I banged her in my room. She stayed two days in my room; we used to stay naked in our room. And for every minute when we were horny, we fucked in every corner of my one-room apartment.

I will explain it in another part.

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Hi everyone, mera naam Satyam hain. Ye meri first story hain. I hope aap sabko pasand aayegi.

Pehle main aapko apne baare mein batata hoon. Meri height 5 feet 10 inches hain aur main Rajasthan se hoon. Meri shaadi ho chuki hain aur meri wife ka naam Sanjana hain.

Sanjana 26 saal ki ladki hain aur uska figure 36C-28-32 ka hain. Ek perfect hourglass body. Shaadi se pehle Sanjana ek virgin thi. Uski seal maine hi suhagraat ki din todi. Uske baad, maano, Sanjana pe sex ka bhoot hi chadh gaya tha. Wo mujhse Sunday aur Saturday mein 11 baar tak chudwaleti thi.

Main waise ek fit aadmi hoon; 72 kg mera weight hain aur 7 inches lamba aur 2 inches mota lund hain. Par 11 baar mein koi bhi insaan thak jaega. Sanjana ki sex ki aag itni thi ki 11 baar ke baad bhi wo shant nahi ho rahi thi.

Khair, ise karte karte saal bhar beet gaya. Saal bhar maine bohat koshish kari par Sanjana din ba din sexy aur sex obsessed hoti jaa rahi thi.

Ek Sunday ko baat hain. Shaam 6 baje usne aur maine 6th time sex kara aur khatam hone ki 20 min. baad wo boli…

Sanjana: Ek round aur kare, jaanu?

Me: Yarr… tum thakti nahi ho kya? Meri toh dam nahi hain.

Sanjana: Yarr… tumhari toh capacity kam hoti jaa rahi hain… meri galti thodi hain isme?

Me: I know… par ab kya karu, tum batao?

Sanjana ne apna phone uthaya aur porn dekhne laga. Maine socha, “Kyun na sath mein dekhe?”

Toh maine usse phone liya aur ek sexy se porn dhoondhne laga. Tabhi ek threesome ki porn dikhi.

Sanjana: Ruko ruko… wo threesome walo chalao…

Me: Okay…

Uss porn mein ek husband wife hote the jo husband ke friend ke sath threesome karte the. Aur last wife husband ke friend ka pani pi jati thi; husband ke paani ko thook deti thi.

Ye dekhkar na jane kyun mera lund salami dene laga. Sanjana ye dekh liya aur bina der kare apni geeli choot le kar mere lund pe baith gayi. Hum dono mein ek alag hi energy aa gayi thi.

Mujhe bhi Sanjana ko dekh kar itna josh aaya ki maine Sanjana ko uthaya aur bed pe patakh kar choot ko pelne laga aur sath mein uski gand pe chante maarne laga. Maine bola…

Me: Kyun re randi, bohat maza aaya threesome dekh ke? Kisi aur ka lund legi tu?

Sanjana: Aaaaah… haan saale… tujhse toh meri pyaas shant nahi hoti… namard! Aaaaah… aur zor seeeee…

Me: Le randi… main aaj teri cheekhen nikalta hoon…

Ye kehke maine apni speed dugni kardi aur Sanjana ki boobs ko slap karne laga. Sanjana ki halat dekhne wali thi; usko itna maza aa raha tha ki uski awaz bhi nahi nikal paa rahi thi. Kisi kutiya ki tarah mimiya rahi thi wo.

35 min. usko ese hi chodne ke baad maine apna lund zabardati uske gale tak daal diya aur sara pani nikal diya. Karib 5 se 7 min. mera pani nikalta raha. Sanjana khasti hui bed ke gir kar behosh ho gayi.

Karib 2 ghante baad, Sanjana ko hosh aaya. Uske chehre pe alag level ka satisfaction tha. Wo nahane gayi aur bahar aa kar t-shirt aur shorts pehen liye. Main bohat thaka hua tha toh main bhi nahake sone chala gaya. 30 min. baad, Sanjana ne mujhe uthaya aur kaha…

Sanjana: Jaanu, utho… maine aapke liye khana ready kardiya hain…

Me: Uffo… aaj itni seva? Kya jaadu kardiya uss porn ne tumpe?

Sanjana: Hatt, pagal… aa jao dinner karlo…

Me: Okay.

Hum dono dinner table pe khana khaa rahe the. Tabhi mere mann mein last session mein hui baate aane lagi. Toh maine Sanjana se pucha…

Me: Jaan, suno… tumne last session mein kuch kaha tha about sex with someone else. Tum serious thi?

Sanjana: Chhodo na… esa kuch nahi hain.

Me: Tumhe meri kasam… sach sach batao.

Sanjana: Arey, aap bhi na… kuch bhi baate kar rahe ho…

Me: Dekho, tumhari uss baat mein ek dard tha jo mujhe sach lag raha tha.

Sanjana: Aap kuch bhi soch rahe ho.

Me: Baby, please sach batao.

Sanjana: Dekhiye, uss video se pehle mere mann mein esa koi vichar nahi aaya tha… par usko dekhne ke baad ek curiosity toh hain.

Ye sun kar mere lund mein halchal hone laga. Mujhe maza bhi aa raha tha aur nervousness bhi ho rahi thi. Aur shayad Sanjana usse padh bhi paa rahi thi. Phir wo boli…

Sanjana: Rhenedijiye… ye sab porn mein achcha lagta hain… real life mein nahi.

Me: Kyun? Jab tumhe mann hain toh keh kyun nahi rahi ho?

Sanjana: Acha? Toh aap chahte hain main aapke samne kisi aur ke sath sex karu? Aap dekh paenge?

Me: Dekhna kyun hain? Main tumhe uske sath milkar pelunga.

Sanjana chup thi. Aur mera lund khada ho chuka tha jo meri shorts mein se dikh raha tha. Sanjana ne mera lund pakad liya. Maine Sanjana ko gale se pakda aur table pe jhuka diya. Sanjana ke chehre pe naughty smile thi.

Maine na aao dekha na tao; sidha uski shorts ko phaad diya aur uski geeli choot mein lund daalke usko chodne laga. Karib 25 min. dardnak chudai ke baad, maine uski choot mein hi sab nikal diya aur usko usse halat mein chhodkar balcony mein cigarette pine laga.

Wo balcony mein bina shorts ke hi aai aur boli…

Sanjana: Agar aapko theek lage toh kya hum threesome try kar sakte hain?

Me: Mann toh mera bhi hain… par kiske sath karenge ki ye secret ek secret hi rahe?

Tabhi mere dimag mein ek khayal aaya…

Me: Kyun na hum tumhare kisi friend ko try kare? Wo tumhari image bhi nahi kharab karega aur sab secret bhi rakhega.

Sanjana: I believe Prashant will be a good option then.

Ab Prashant ke baare mein aur aage ki kahani mein kya hua, wo agle part mein.

Agar aapko ye part pasand aaya, toh mujhe [email protected] pe mail karke sampark kar sakte hain.

Humari yaha cuckold aur threesome ki suvidha dilai jati hain poori gopniyata ke sath.

I rested against the window, with a white pallu saree thrown over my shoulder. The silken softness of the afternoon was pouring in and filling the house with gold. Pallu of my whitish pallu saree floating over my shoulder, silken draped over my body.

It was bulging out to show the lace of my whitish netted brassiere underneath. Dragged into the midst of it all, as was most likely to occur, was also the further consideration on my part that I’d been wearing a sheer black blouse—the sheer aspect of which indiscriminately, openly laying itself bare for the fraction of a second of lace underskirt beneath, virtue and vice both going in particular out of its way to set. I had secured the saree around the waist low, the gold kamarband tightened and wrapped in, fastened, the smooth convex shape of the hip outlined. The bra was cinched about my bust, and there was a narrow white and brown strip showing between the bra line and the saree waist, folded fabric.

The folds that covered bared breasts, where my mangalsutra lay — concealed, sacred sign, in the self’s belly, which gave bulk and meaning to the wearer on the body. My soul sang this night. My husband was coming home at last after all the weeks, and I had sewn all in love and care—every fold, every seam testifying to an ugliness and a beauty of proportion that spoke louder than clothes. Tap-tap on the door, staccato and relentless, and already I had let in my husband’s friend Arjun onto the porch ahead of me, with rain dripping off him. Rain ran from his hair down over the stringy muscle of his body beneath his wet, rain-soaked T-shirt. The storm had closed the roads, and he stood before me with the bad news: my husband’s flight had been cancelled.

I knew him to be a go-along-and-get-along sort of pal, with his nerves tucked away to pause and consider the backseat.

And yet this diluted, knot-in-the-stomach Arjun stood before me quivering with something else and gigantic—an inexorable force that blazed deep within me. He gazed with wide eyes, never having been brave enough to dream or hope to be so bold as to be so bold about my nudity, lace drawn out, stretched out, laid open under, part of him he had yet to find. I encouraged him to the bedroom, pushing gently, and gave him a towel, tracing the curve of his arm lovingly with my hand and sending shivers running down me. I stood there observing him, dry towel flung over the curves of his girth, outlining all planes and hump of flesh.

My gasp in my throat, a spinning flush under my skin. I bite hard on my lip behind my teeth to keep back the hum of horror and the flash of lust so alien it shames me. I could sense under the torn towel that something had been pushed upon it violently. When he shifted, I was able to see. He was shifting his hand as if he was offering low. My heart began to accelerate. Winching towards normal, I sat down next to him on the couch, but my eyes couldn’t help glancing in his direction. Tension filled the room with the shock of vibrant electric juice of a kind that neither of us was ready to contain.

And out and away blazed the lights, and we were in darkling penumbral twilight. I arose and went to the kitchen and switched on a faint light, its weak rays outlining the curve of my bare shoulders by the cleft of the open-necked blouse carelessly knotted at the back of my neck.

On the periphery of my vision, I could feel the burden of his stare on me — ravenous-hunger tip on the edges of gaunt shoulders to hip beat. There was a stifling air of silence between us.

Slowly, I emerged from the shadows and into the bedroom once more to play with my bra. I smoothed out wrinkles on the door of my top, easing tension in the material. I tore on the fastener of my white, sheer bra, popping it out in effortless haughtiness. I was certain that he was gazing—admiring every silky movement, revelation of hardness and implied strength.

My hand tracing my bound breasts alone, a glimpse of vision of naked Arjun tracing me down with his hands in my head. I remembered tracing my hand down the outline of my thudding hands on him, the warmth of him, his shape in my hand. Drips dripped underneath me, each sensation, each breath intensified.

I slid into a slinky black bra,
Trashy but elegant in mesh material, and snapped it into place. Black material came around me even closer than that and bestowed mystery and courage upon me.

I spun around too, and I found I could sense the force of Arjun’s eyes strike my draped left shoulder breast with a teensy-weensy mole—a comforting magical little feature that was mine—a glared out over me.

By the way, the humongous hall mirror saw me change completely, Arjun becoming totally aware of this one transformation.

Honey-brown softness of filtered light diffused, and the pose, noticing how the black bra contouring my body sealed up the distance between us—a bilious, wordless tension tormented by the over-dramatised breaking of flesh-to-flesh contact and voltage. Saree, whispering on the path to the kitchen, told me of their arrival beforehand. Arjun looked up and smiled, low and humble. “The black would look great on you,” I told him, his face a great wonder. I blushed to the cheeks, starting into a hot red flush. I smiled, half-delighted and wonder-struck. “Your mirror has tricked you,” I told him, feeling it suck everything from me. Silencing the soft, Arjun’s voice fell with genuine wonder. “You are stunningly courageous and lovely,” he puffed, his eyes flashing just beneath the soft material of my blouse. The soft lighting provided a soft, seductive peek within, drawing attention to the daring decision I’d made.

I approached him boldly, and in the cold nakedness of the room, between us existed a more real wisdom. There was a storm howling outside our windows, but inside, season, suddenly, a fire white-hot to harden what would be.

And when the compliment struck, I returned one, a flash and not ungrateful grin. “You’re lying,” I gasped. Back at the door once more, electricity still off, room still dark, the second was a closeness-silence.

My eyelids flapped wildly in deranged flapping as I gasped shallowly, “What if I am true?” Slow drawl sneer self-control held within, hidden behind the blackness of the undertone that surrounded us. Tension strained but tight, that was proffered, filled with expectation and promise at what could be.

Allowing hot tea to spill on the sofa, the warmth was driven into the cold, dark corridor. Moving ahead to put tray, Arjun’s gaze fell on my dipping, inviting cleavage. My mangalsutra rested and slipped into the valley of breasts’ closure and swept just between his and my eyes.

I wrapped my pallu around my bosom, attempting to hide wanton glances. But that very fabric veil of cloth barely concealed its sheen. I blushed and quietly shoved in some disparate improvisations into my saree, sitting demurely beside him on the sofa. Both of us knew now that that jolt of electricity between us was the more teasing one.

Head thrown back, Arjun’s gaze wandered irresistibly under the lacy cover of my brassiere. His eyes travelled to the small mole on the centre of the left breast and, with butterfly-soft fingers, shifted the suspected pressure: “You have a mole, there on the left side.”.

My cheeks flushed hot once more as I wrapped myself once more in my pallu, it being my right. Rightfully so, however obstinately and demurely smiling. “No, I haven’t,” I gasped, although with the thinnest cutting edge of incredulity yet unsheathed in my voice.

His own eyes blazed nastily as he slouchingly leaned over her. “What if I’m real?” he taunted, his rasping deep voice. “I’ll do one thing as your boon.”

Left suspended in the air also was the menace of proposals; the winking play between another desire and interest, and the suppressed one was enticing.

His voice had grown fuller with passion as he summoned low, wailing words, “Come—so, in your white sheer bra and saree.” There was masterful commanding and begging in his voice, which thrilled me with a shiver, which intensified the throbbing of my pulses and charged the room with tension.

I was ensnared—no way out. Resented expectation built as I stood and walked through to the bedroom again. This time, I slammed the door closed, splinter cutting the final instant. My heart beat in my chest, pounding to the limits of being, and sensual dampness coursed—a body aliveness of tension and desire in the room.

It was a transparent white brassiere, and it showed everything underneath—it showed the entire shape of my nipples, the small areolae, and even the small mole, the entire small details exposed underneath the see-through fabric.

I attempted to hide behind the filmy drapes, folding my pallu and saree around me as far as possible, but loose folds betrayed every gentle movement. Stepping back slowly, step by step, with a face burning, going on again towards the sofa, sensual freedom of movement doing fullest justice to the tension between us, which was weight-laden.

Arjun sat next to me, filling the space between us as he leaned against me. The warmth of his body and the flicker of flame in his tension-scarred eyes electrically charge the air, filling us with every move heavy with desire and anticipation.

He pushed me, the curve of his palm fitting around my concave waist with soft pressure. I stepped forward and we kissed in a moment of mutual understanding. We were close, until their pressure snapped hard and desperate all at once in a slow, hard grip of a kiss that burned in the vacant air between our bodies, filling it with sugar and hunger in one kiss.

My lips ran wild on their own, and tongues touched one another, licking tongues which they savoured slowly, sensually, so that our kiss could be extended, mixing desire and rapport with adult command.

I pulled at his shorts, acid light etching hunger-acid swelling. Arjun’s eyes flashed toughness with an unspoken message, and I pulled out my bra. I did it obediently, half-asleep, turning away from him as fingers tore brutally to unbuckle the tiny clasp, whistling cold air once over flesh.

Arjun overtook me, throat low and husky, “Wear it back on, but strapless.” I took orders, unzipping the bra and re-clipping it on, leaving my back to the night only by the paper-thin strip of fabric between my breasts, already a thinness. My hand ran down as I walked, seeing the line of his inners, tracing the lines of his hardness and heat below, fanning the ember that smouldered between us.

Arjun pushed me onto the couch with a hard but not hard push, holding me but wrapped in his arms. He leaned over me, lips to lips at first and then closer to trace out to kiss along the thin, filmy brassiere. His kisses seared me, burning me with a smouldering trail across my breasts, providing heat and fire under the thin, filmy covering, lowering the electric thrill between us to ash.

His lips mislead me on my bare breasts, their wide largeness and length yawn open before the eyes of all because the straps of the bra have slipped onto my shoulders, and flesh lies in his mercy.

He misled me with unhurried incremental kisses on nipples, sucking me into his mouth, small but larger than he is, igniting fire between us by opening incrementally with kisses and caresses.

Soft lips and soft hands filled us with passion, rough to brutal, sensual desire that envelops us in the steamy, hot room. My fingers strayed in exploratory ways, tracing slowly over the sheer fabric. I could feel heat, moistness, and merciless firmness under my fingers. I moved on to coarse, plunging cloth to one side to learn everything about him—harder and longer than I had ever dreamed. My passion’s fire had begun burning in me, blazed brightly with an excitement down my spine, and consumed a flame that caught me off-guard.

Hello friends, this is Praveen again. A story, actually, from one of my chat friends on Telegram. I have just made her description into a story. Her name is Geetha, she is a married woman, but had a wonderful sex with her brother, which made her look at things differently from then on. Hope you all will enjoy the story.
I am Geetha, 32 years old, married for the past 8 years. We are from a middle-class Tamil family residing in one of the busy cities of the state. I have 2 kids, and my husband works in a private company. My parents and my younger brother live in a small town far south of Tamil Nadu. After marriage, due to my husband’s job, we settled in the city.
Our married life had no flaws; he was a perfect husband, and I was a good homemaker, taking the pride of my parental family, and also maintaining a great bond with my in-laws. This incident happened 4 years back, it was between my brother and me. After that, I have been a sex hungry woman and had many encounters without the knowledge of my family and my husband.
My brother was out of college and working in our hometown in a startup company along with his friends. Everything was normal until Diwali that year. My husband managed to bundle a long leave for the occasion, and we were all headed to our hometown.
We celebrated Diwali at our in-laws’ place, and I had already informed my husband that I would spend the next two or three days with my parents, as it’s been so long since I have been home; he accepted wholeheartedly, and the kids accompanied me.
I entered the home with joy and happiness, but my home was a graveyard; it did not have any signs of the fresh festival. Surprisingly, I walked in and found my mom in the kitchen and enquired about what had happened. She started crying and told me a long story for nearly an hour, it was all about my brother. He had to be in a relationship with some girl from college.
She was also into him in the name of love, and just 2 days before Diwali, she was married to some other guy. My brother had tried to stop the marriage and was arrested because of it. My eyes started to flood, realising the condition of my family’s suffering. Right then, my dad and my brother walked in. He was limping, as the police had beaten him up pretty badly.
I immediately ran to him and supported him to get inside. We made him rest, and everyone was sad. The heart and soul of our family were destroyed because of that incident. My husband arrived late in the evening after knowing about the incident from me. After a long discussion with my family, my husband suggested that we take him back along with us for a few days.
If he is comfortable, then he can find a suitable job in the city itself. My husband was so generous in offering aid to my brother. I was so happy, and everyone in our family accepted the idea. My husband proposed to return to the city on time due to his work constraints and will take the kids along so that there won’t be any absences in the schools, too.
My brother and I were planning to travel back 3 days after, so that he might regain his strength. Everything went fine, he was regaining both mental and physical strength with my kids around, the family went light. We had to book a Tatkal ticket, so my husband had no other choice; he booked a coupe for us both.
Our parents were joyed that my brother could finally fix his life and be happy again, and also my husband and I could take the responsibility. I was also joyed, I couldn’t find the reason why my brother and I were quite different. I looked at him mostly like a son and not as a brother. I had never realised him as a young adult until that incident. The train started to move, and we both got settled. He was so quiet, I had to pull him to chat. He excused himself to use the restroom.
I was waiting for him, but he took longer than usual. Right when I was about to check for him, he dragged himself inside and closed the door. He was not normal; something was different. He was constantly moving here and there, his face was down, and he was not at all steady.
Suddenly, he jumped down to my seat and lay down over my lap. His face was touching my belly. My saree was quite moved to the side due to his sudden movement. I was in an uncomfortable position, but could not move either. As far as the surroundings, it was only the two of us; the coupe door was locked, and no one could enter without permission.
I was breathing a bit heavy, and slowly I realised he had been drunk, that’s why he was strange. I was shocked and started to wake him up. He was all blabbering. I was so angry at him. How come he could drink in the train, and where did he hide the booze? I was boiling up, but he was blabbering constantly. After some time, when I realised there was nothing that could be done, I started listening to him.
He was explaining how he had sex with his girlfriend and how they both were in the solace of love. At the beginning, it was quite awkward listening to those, but without any other option, it somehow affected me. He was describing every detail that I could entirely picture in my mind, which made me so horny.
He was non-stop sharing episode after episode. One thing I clearly understood was that they both were in love so deeply, but why were they separated? That lingered in my mind. He was so into the memories that he started calling her name and also making sounds, sometimes moving closer to me than needed. Sometimes he was rubbing his face over my groin, sometimes over my stomach, revealing more of my hips. My pussy was dripping wet listening to him.
Sometimes I started moving my hips and body, aching for his touch due to the intensity of his blabbering. All the happenings were totally new to me. My husband fucks me good. I have never been short of sex. We both please each other very well. But having my younger brother in my lap and listening to his sex stories with his girlfriend was pumping all the blood to my sex organs.
My body was winning my mind, even though I struggled to stay normal since he was my brother. I should not feel horny for him being in my lap. Things were out of control for me. It might be just a week, to be exact, to be away from my husband without sex, but that is not what is happening here. There is a new bond developing between me and my brother, though from my point of view, he is still imagining that I was his girlfriend.
He suddenly wrapped his hands around my hips and hugged me even closer to his face. My boobs were touching his side face. He was moving constantly with his face rubbing over my tummy. I was in no control, his lips rubbing over my hips, touching places differently, his small moustache was tickling me. A deep cry left my mouth. I grabbed his head, gripping his hair and massaging very slowly.
All of a sudden, he inserted his hand into my blouse from the back and started to kiss me very slowly. It made me so horny that my body was oscillating for his touches and kisses. All this was new for me; no one had ever handled me this way. My body was completely surrendered to his touch. I could smell my juices. I was so wet.
He had his hand inside my blouse, exactly at the place where my boobs were hanging in front, he squeezed my back as if squeezing my boobs and tickling the nipple with his thumb. I let out a sharp moan, he got even more excited and removed my bra hooks from the back and also inserted his other hand inside from behind. At the front, he adjusted his head and turned up a bit so that his lips were feeling my boobs’ heaviness. I could not define the state I was in; it was so erotic, my fingers were drawing traces all over his hair.
He started moving both his hands inside my blouse to the sides touching my bare skin pressing and sliding his way to the front one by one the hooks in my blouse started to pop out due to the pressure of his hands he was so grossed in the act he was still calling his girlfriends name claiming her to be completely different today.
I was not in a state to be angry with him. I totally enjoyed his movements and the way he was arousing me. I did not want to initiate anything nor stop him from what he was doing. I gasped for breath and became still when I felt his thumb and forefinger crawling their way and touching my boobs.
It was like the act of a crab struggling to walk inside a tight place; all his fingers were moving in sync, trying to squeeze through the tight way to the front and grab my boobs. I was so still and waiting for his hands to come to the front and grab the boobs more than him. The patience and the way his fingers moved, I wanted to remember that sensation and feel it for eternity.
As soon as he grabbed both my boobs, my blouse was raised above, along with my bra. He held both my boobs under the faint cover of my saree, and it was hanging right above his lips. Slowly and passionately, he started sucking my boobs, taking my nipple fully in his mouth. The pleasure mounted in me. I dragged him more onto me and rested on the side. All I wanted was for him to keep on sucking me, yes. I wanted my sweet brother to enjoy all his needs over my boobs, even though he was not in a state to understand that it was his sister’s boobs. I was so confused. How could a girl leave a wonderful lover like him, all settled in life, and an amazing lover in bed? The night went on, and I never knew when I slept, never knew how many floods I made.
Early by 5 am in the morning, the wake-up call from my husband woke me from my deep sleep. I saw my brother had also slept sucking my boobs. I pushed him away and tried to hook my blouse, but the hooks were missing, so I pinned it up and got ready to leave the train. I woke him up, and he was completely lost and did not remember anything about the previous night. Without any fuss, we both got off at the station, and my husband picked us up.
I will stop this part here, as you know, this is a life experience for one of my fellow chatters. Please do not ask about her details or means of contact. Privacy is the best thing. I assure her that I will let me write this story. I am publishing this with her full consent.
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Good day to all who are reading this.

This is my first story on this site. I am calling this a story, but this is a real experience that I had with a co-worker. An affair that I thought would last a lifetime, but did not.

I am going to take the story slowly. The erotic parts will come in the later stages, but this is just a preamble to set the context.

When the affair started, I was married for 9 years, but our sex life had been on hold for almost 4 years, since the birth of our first child. I think we just lost the spark in our married life. My wife was busy with the kid most of the time, and I was busy travelling for my work.

So it was the year 2017 when she, let’s call her P, joined my place of work. She was short and a little chubby. As it was a small office of only around 12 people, and everyone had lunch together, our interaction was quite constant. Over the next few days and months, we used to interact quite often.

Came to know that she was also married to her cousin. She was almost 8 years younger than I was. We were both born in the same month. For work, we used to travel to attend conferences, for client meetings, etc. We were always on friendly terms. I never had any untoward intentions towards her.

One month, our organisation was hosting a conference in a different city, and both of us, along with a few other colleagues, were asked to travel to help out at the conference. I was made a team lead, and she was also assigned to my team.

We were all working very hard and everything was going smoothly. One day, one of the other team leads said that P had made a mistake, and our seniors were very angry. I had owned up to the mistake and said that it would be sorted out soon. Because of work stress, I became a little angry. I called P and raised my voice at her. Immediately, her eyes started to well up, and tears started flowing down her cheeks.

I apologised to her. I realised that I was getting too personal with her and decided to keep my distance from her. Slowly reduced my interactions with P. After a week, she confronted me and asked what the matter was and why I was ignoring her. I told her it was work.

I missed her a lot. I thought I had a crush on her and that it would pass. I did miss our interactions, but I controlled myself and thought it best to keep a distance to avoid any complications. This continued for a couple of weeks. She used to send me messages on the phone, to which I used to respond, but always kept the interactions formal.

I had travelled out of the station for another conference and was busy with meetings and interactions. Out of the blue, I got a message from her saying, “I need to speak with you. It’s important. Call now.” I responded, saying that I was in meetings and would speak to her in the evening. But I had no intention of calling her.

She sent me a similar message again the next day and the third day. I thought it was better not to ignore and to call her that night. I told her that I would call her after dinner, and if that was fine, hoping that she would say that she could not speak so late at night. But she agreed and told me to call her.

So I called her that night. I kept my interaction formal, asking her about work, and kept it light. After some time, she asked why I was avoiding her. I denied and tried to change the subject. Then out of the blue, she said, “I dreamt about you last night.”

I responded, saying,” Oh. About me? Why am I in your dreams?”

P: “This is not the first time that I dreamt about you. But last night was the first time that you crossed your limits in the dream.”

I was taken aback and did not know how to respond. She sensed my shock and flirtily asked me, “Don’t you want to know what you did?” I, for the fun of it, said, “What is the point in knowing what I did in the dream?”

To my shock, she responded by saying, “So that you will know what and how I like.” This was getting me out of my comfort zone. I said, “I don’t think this is a conversation that I would like to have, especially with a co-worker.” I told her bye and cut the call abruptly.

She immediately called again, but I ignored the call. I put it on silent and went out with my colleagues for a few drinks, as it was the last day of the conference and we are all heading back tomorrow.

I could feel my phone vibrating. I saw that there were a few messages from her along with a few others. I ignored P’s messages. I responded to the other messages.

It was late at night by the time I reached my room at the Hotel. I was pretty drunk and opened my WhatsApp, and I saw quite a few messages from P. to give you a summary of it, she said, “Why are you ignoring me. Do you not like me? I like you. A lot. Maybe I am in love with you. I am trying to be flirty with you, and you keep shutting me down. What is your problem? Call me. I need to know how you feel.”

Being drunk, while I shouldn’t have been, I responded saying, “I think I have a crush on you. I don’t want to create unnecessary complications in your life or mine, but I do miss you, and I don’t like that I made you cry that day. So I am keeping my distance.”

The next day, when I woke up, I had a pretty bad hangover and forgot that I had responded to her. I packed my luggage, checked out and caught my plane back to my hometown.

On the flight back, I was going through my messages and was shocked to see my response to P. There were 2 blue ticks beside the message, so she had read the message, but there was no response from her. I thought that when I see her next, I will let her know that the message was sent when I was in a drunken state.

The next day, when I was on the way to the office, I was anxious about how I would convey to P what I thought. When I reached the office, I greeted everyone and went about my work. I skipped lunch. When it was time to leave, I saw a message from her asking me to stay back in the office for a few minutes and that she wanted to talk to me.

I decided that this would be a good opportunity to explain my side to her and told her that I would stay back.

When almost everyone had left, P came to my cubicle and before I could say anything, she said, “Look, I saw your message. You say you have a crush on me. That’s normal. If it’s just a crush, you will get over it soon. It will run its course. But that doesn’t mean that you have to stop talking with me. What I said about liking you is true. I haven’t really felt like this for anyone in a long time. So, all I ask from you is a hug. Can you give me just that?”

Before I could digest what she was saying, she came and wrapped her arms around me and put her face on my chest, and said, “I can hear your heart beating, and I can feel its speed increasing. Just relax and put your arms around me. It will make me feel warm.”

In a state of shock, I followed her instructions and put my arms around her. She tightened her arms around me and squeezed me a little. I could feel her breasts crushing into me. And this resulted in me getting a little aroused. Not sure if she could feel it. She just said, “You smell nice and feel warm.” Then she let go of me and left my cubicle.

It took me a while to regain my composure. Over the next few days, my mind started craving for that hug. Every time I went past her, my mind would go back to that hug, craving for more.

How this leads to the next stage of the relationship, I will explain in the next part. Do send in your feedback to me at [email protected].

Hello friends, this is Praveen again. A story, actually, from one of my chat friends on Telegram. I have just made her description into a story. Her name is Geetha, she is a married woman, but had a wonderful sex with her brother, which made her look at things differently from then on. Hope you all will enjoy the story.

Things went normally for the next three days. My brother was occupied with my kids and sometimes helped me. My husband would take him out for some official meetings to be out of the house. It was Saturday, and my kids had gone to their aunt’s house for the weekend.

My brother was in bed all morning, and there was nothing entertaining for him. My husband had a small meeting at the office. He informed me he might return for lunch. There was no sign of him remembering anything from the train. I was also busy with my household.

There were times I would suddenly catch a glimpse of my memories in the train. I would freeze at those moments, completely forgetting the surroundings and totally engrossed in those memories. My husband did not suspect me, but was worried.

He assured me that everything would be alright once my brother took his life back into his own hands. That day, I was in the kitchen. Suddenly, I felt a movement behind my back. I saw my brother walking out the door. I rushed up and asked him where he was going.

He said he was just for a walk. I insisted that he carry his mobile phone along. It had been almost half an hour since he walked out, and I was also busy with my chores. I was worried since it was getting late, so I immediately locked my house and started walking in search of him.

He was also not picking up his phone, which was also making me so worried. I did not know which direction to go. But I was going around all the nearby streets. Finally found him lying on the road near a drain, a few steps from a local bar, I ran to him and checked on him.

He was so drunk, I was angry at him and also very disappointed. I tried to pick him up, but he was so heavy, and tears were flowing down my cheeks. One autorickshaw driver stopped, and helped me pick him up and seat him in the auto. I informed him I did not bring any money.

He said, “It’s OK, I’ll drop you off, and you can pay me at your house.” On the way back, I was crying nonstop. The auto driver pacified me with his knowledge of drunk people and the suffering the women of their families had to face. It was quite heart-warming, but the anger was boiling up within me.

I was cursing my brother for such a stupid act. We reached home, and the driver dropped my brother off from the vehicle and guided me to hold him carefully. I asked him to wait so that I could bring my purse. He said OK, and within seconds, I turned back.

He rode back in his auto without a word. A clean soul, he was. Somehow, I managed to get my brother inside the house and made him rest in his bed. Right at that moment, my husband called me and informed me to pack his things for a 3-day tour.

There was some urgent work for him that the company had assigned. He had no time to reach home. Once the luggage was packed, he asked me to send the luggage via a transport app to the airport. He disconnected the call in a sad tone, saying that this had happened unplanned.

He enquired if I could handle the house without his absence. I assured him and sent him off. It’s not that my husband has never left me alone for work. He is well planned and organised. He makes sure I do not have to leave the house or worry about anything, and most of all, the kids will be home.

I shut the doors, leaving the delivery guy to pick up my husband’s travel bag. I informed him via phone, and my eyes were rolling with tears. I could not relate why I was crying exactly, but tears rolled down nonstop. My husband pleaded sorry with me, as this was such a situation.

I caught my breath and explained to him that nothing was wrong. He should carry on his journey without any regrets, and I would handle the home. I never told him about what my brother did. I just sat back for a few more minutes and got up, walked to my brother’s room with full anger.

I picked up a broom along with me to thrash him black and blue. I entered with so much anger, he was smiling and giggling under the influence of alcohol, imagining again lying over his lover’s lap. I stood there not knowing what to do; again, tears filled my eyes.

I dropped the broom and sat there, as if falling with hands over my head, and was crying. But his words reached my ears very clearly without any disturbance, nor from my crying, nor his drunken mumbling. I did not miss even a single word.

I never knew my ears could be as sharp as that day. I stopped weeping and moved near him. He was full of mud and dirt, and his dress was all filthy. I started removing his shirt, but he was a bit heavy to roll or lift somehow. I managed to remove his shirt and started wiping his face with a wet towel.

He was murmuring, smiling, kissing in the air, which made me laugh, seeing his face reacting so much. It was quite funny, yet there was anger also lingering in me. I had to slide his head from the other side to the side facing me. Immediately, with a sudden gush, he hugged me and rolled over me.

He came over my top and started sliding my saree over my legs upwards towards my hip. His touch on my bare legs made me freeze, making me remember the train. He came between my legs, sliding my saree right up to my hips.

My inner thighs were visible. But my pants were still covered by the saree tucked in between both of our bodies. He climbed over me and started kissing my neck. He was not as gentle as the previous time; now he knows exactly where to touch with the right precision.

I was still wondering if he was doing this due to intoxication. But every time he was saying only his girlfriend’s name, and his eyes were closed the whole time. His kisses started to turn into sucking my body. Suddenly, he raised my legs and provided room for his groin to touch my pussy over the dress.

My wetness turned my panties into a slimy cloth. I could very well feel his tip moving up and down, scaling my pussy length and width. I was breathing so heavy I could very well feel my boobs moving over his body. He maintained a wonderful gap between my boobs and his chest.

Only when I had a deep breath, my boobs would gush over his body like the waves of an ocean try to hit the shore high every time. I was so wet, hot, and his teasing made me crave him. I started moaning more and more every time my boobs hit his body.

His hips moved in the right phase to make me crave more, and I was in so much lust I hugged him with so much force he feels over me and he suddenly started to move like a mad dog trying to get off me I opened my eyes to see that he was awake and was shocked to see me under him.

He started to get off me. I was so horny that I could not even react and was staring at him. He ran across the room and sat in a corner. I slowly got up, adjusted my dress, and tried to regain my senses, for I was lost. We both sat there like that for a few minutes.

With an instinct, I just got up, and right at that moment, he ran out of the room into the kitchen. I followed him with curiosity. He picked up a knife and was about to cut himself. I ran in at the right time and caught him. He was furious and was shouting.
“Leave me, sis. Leave me, sis. I have made a mistake. I have committed a worse sin. Leave me, sis. I cannot face myself. Leave me. It was a very hectic task for me to release the knife from his hands. I really do not remember how I gathered that much strength to hold him in my embrace and pacify him.

He was so violent and energetic that the guilt in him forced him to do such a nasty thing. I don’t know, suddenly he just lay over my shoulder with just murmurs from his mouth.

“I have committed the worst sin, remembering that bitch, and I tried to have sex with my sister. How can I do this? What made me do this?”

I somehow carried him to the room and placed him on the bed. It was just 6 in the evening. He was so sound asleep that at times he would blabber and murmur and then get back to sleep. I sat beside him, just looking blankly at him. I could not cry, could not move, could not feel anything.

But a lot of questions were running through my head. What happened between them, how will I face him, how will I face my husband, how will I get my brother out of this, this and that my head was not silent. The entire house was graveyard silent, except my head, which was questioning me.

My eyes were wide open, ready to react to whatever my brother did. I was watching him very closely. Right then, I started scanning his body. He was a full-grown adult now. I could see his breathing heavy, solid chest, his flat, toughened tummy and then his groin.

It was still pointed and stretched. My eyes were transfixed there. My mind was shouting at me like hell, “What a bitch you have become, why are you staring at your brother’s dick? Why is your pussy flooding when you see his dick, it’s not even open, it’s just erect and covered in his trousers.”

I laughed at my inner self in the sake of scolding me, you are also transfixed at his dick and admiring him, the only difference is you are shouting at me, I am calm and watching. This fight with my inner self went on and on. I could clearly see it’s always lust winning, and every time, my pussy was flooding more.

It was way past 12, my pussy was sore, and I did not have any more juices left. No sex, nothing, just the thoughts running over my mind, admiring my brother, connecting to all the moments both our bodies were in embrace. He woke up slowly at first.

He was casual, but once he saw me, he started covering his face and crying.
I went up to him and tried to console him. Still, he was sobbing more. I forcefully held his hand and asked him in a firm tone to stop crying. He was recovering. I told him very politely not to feel guilty, as it was not his fault.

We are both grown-up individuals, so I could have stopped you whenever I wanted, but I did not. This is not the first time you have acted like that to me, so stop crying and talk to me. He just nodded. I asked him straight away Why did she leave you.

He again fell over my lap. In a shredded voice mixed with agony and anger, he shouted that bitch left me for fucking her hard. She calls me a monster in bed, and she left me just because she could not bear to be with me in bed. He was crying, a big laugh was bursting inside me, thinking how big a loser she was.

He understood I was smiling and laughing, and became a bit relaxed. Now he was lying over my lap like my brother, whom I used to remember during our childhood. Very politely, he asked me, “This was not the first time I was trying to use your body for sexual needs. When did that happen?”

With a bit of excitement and shyness, I replied to him about what had happened on the train. During the time I was explaining to him, I noticed him staring at me differently, all filled with lust in his eyes. I also noticed him twitching and turning.

He was trying to control his dick inside his trousers. We were both smiling with all secrets open now. I slowly ran my fingers through his hair and made him comfortable.

I said, “You don’t have to cry and worry for that bitch, for she is the loser to have left you. You are such a man that no woman can stop her desire towards you, and just your unconscious state has made me wet and leak nonstop numerous times. I could not even imagine how happy I would feel if I had sex with you.”

The moment I completed this, he jumped over me and caught my face and kissed my lips. He was running in a hurry, so wild. I was controlling him by running my hands over his head and asking him to be slow. He was returning to his composure slowly. Now, he was enjoying it, so was I.

We both had forgotten our relationship boundaries. We were just a man and a woman ready to explore sex. I opened my mouth and let him taste me. At the same time, he pulled himself towards me and hugged me tight. I felt so excited in his embrace.

The warmth he shared, the way his lips and tongue worked, I was melting for him. After a lot of kissing and sucking, he left my lips, looked at my face and asked me if he was a monster.

I just held his face in both my hands. I replied to him, “You have not shown me what you are that your ex did not like. Feel me, full show me what you are, truly let me feel all of u, and then say what you are. Don’t rush, I’m all yours, and you are all mine, and the night is still young.

I will stop this part here.  Please do not ask about her details or means of contact. Privacy is the best thing. I assure her that I will let me write this story. I am publishing this with her full consent.

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