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Tapu: Papa, yeh banduk?

Jetha: Woh beta, dhanda mein phaida chal raha hai na. Isiliye dushman bhi bhad
bhad gaye hai. Isiliye khud ki proteson (protection) ke liye banduk saath
rakha hai.

Tapu: Acha.

Jetha: Acha, beta, yeh suitcase jaake tu Sofia ko dekar aaja. Woh yaha bhul gayi.

Tapu: Thik hai.

Tapu suitcase lekar niche gaya. Sofia bhi ja rahi thi. Society ke compound mein thi. Tapu ne Sofia ko bulaya, “Sofia ji, ek minute suniye.” Sofia ruki. Tapu suitcase lekar niche aaya aur Sofia ko dediya.

Sofia: Thank you, Tipendra.

Tapu: Koi baat nahi.

Sofia ja rahi thi ki tabhi Tapu ki nazar uski moti gaand pe padi jo formal/pencil skirt pe badi aur bhari dikh rahi thi. Tapu ne uski gaand pe halka se chata mara. Sofia ne apne banduk nikal ke Tapu par taan diya aur kaha, “Stay in your limits” (Apne aukat ke andar raho.)

Society ke compound us waqt aur koi nahi thi. Fir Sofia waha se chali gayi.

Tapu (socha): Baal baal bache. Par Sofia toh ek translator hai, uske paas banduk kyun hai? Daal mein kuch kaala hai.

Bhide apne ghar se nikalta hai, achar-paapad ki delivery ke liye. Tapu usko dekhkar bola, “Namaste Bhide Uncle.” Bhide abhi bhi Tapu pe gussa tha [Read the story TMKOC: Tapu ka Randikhanna – Part 2 for info].

Usne kaha, “Mujh se aur meri Sonu se dur raho tum.” Yeh bolkar woh nikal jata hai. Tapu fir Bhide ke ghar jaata hai apna adhura kaam pura karne. Tapu darwaze par khat khat karta hai. Sonu darwaza kholti hai.

Tapu- Madhavi kaha hai?

Sonu- Aai kitchen mein hai. Jaake maze karo.

Tapu- Tum nahi aa rahi?

Sonu- Aaj mood nahi hai. Fir kabhi.

Tapu- Thik hai.

Tapu kitchen mein jaata hai. Madhavi apne kaam mein busy hoti hai. Tapu usko piche se pakad leta hai. Apne 23cm lamba aur 4cm mota lund ko Madhavi ke gaand pe ghista hai. Madhavi samajh jaati hai ki yeh Tapu hai.

Madhavi- Jaldi chod do mujhe. Warna woh aagaye toh maza adha rehe jayega.

Tapu fir Madhavi ke saree aur petticoat ko piche se uthata hai aur Madhavi yaha khana banati reheti hai. Fir Tapu niche jhuke panty ko side karke Madhavi ke chut aur gaand ko chaat ne lagta hai.

Jab jab Tapu Madhavi ki chut ko chaata ya chusta hai, Madhavi ko maano siddha swarg ka aehesaas ho jata hai. Fir Tapu Madhavi ki gaand ko kaatta hai aur maze leta hai.

Madhavi: Haa Tapu Bala. Ummmm, aise hi chaate raho.

Aur dusri taraf, plan ke anusar Daya ko Jethalal se chudwana hai. Jise Daya ki pregnancy par Jetha ko shak na ho. Jethalal apne bedroom mein leta hua hota hai. Tabhi Daya waha aake uske pyjama ke andar lund ko sehelane lagti hai.

Jetha- Aur meri sherni, aaj mood mein lagti ho.

Daya- Hai, aur nahi toh kya? Bohut saalo se kiya nahi hai. Ek baar karte hai na.

Jetha- Condom hai?

Daya- Uski kya jarurat?

Jetha- Tu fir se maa ban gayi toh?

Daya- Aap woh baat choddo na.

Daya fir Jetha ka 7cm ka lulla nikalti aur use hilati hai (do ungliyon se)

Daya (sochti hai): Kaisa mard hai ye! Itna chota kiska hota hai! Tapu ka hi mast hai.

Fir Daya khat par chadkar ghodi ban jaati hai. Jetha Dayak e piche se saree aur petiicoat utha ke, panty side karke apna lulla uske chut mein ghusata aur chodne lagta hai. Jetha ko maza aa raha hai, par Dayak e liye yeh sirf timepass tha. Do minute ke andar Jetha Daya ke chut ke andar jhad gaya.

Jetha- Maza aagaya. Aur tujhe?

Daya- Ha Tapu ke Papa. Bohut maza aaya.

Yeh bolkar Daya ne apne saree thik kiya aur kitchen mein kaam karne chal padi. Jetha bhi apne kamre mein thak kar so gaya.

Aur yaha, Tapu apna lund ek hi baari mein Madhavi ke chut mein ghusa deta hai. Aur dono haatho se Madhavi ka muh band kar deta hai. Madhavi ki chik nikalne wali thi. Tapu fir dheere dheere Madhavi ko pelta hai aur Madhavi apne cooking mein busy hai.

Madhavi: Tapu, tumko nahi lagta ki mere chuche thode chote hai?

Tapu: Haa Madhu darling, abhi bade kar deta hun?

Fir Tapu dono haatho se Madhavi ke dono chuche dabata hai. Madhavi ab apne duniya mein khoo chuki thi. Tapu apna speed badata hai. Pure kamare mein thap-thap kea awaze aati hai. Sonu dusre kamare mein khud ke chut mein ungliyan daalti hai.

Sonu (sochti hai): Yeh Tapu toh aai ki jaan nikal dega. Ummmm.

Tapu bich bich mein Madhavi ki gaand pe chatta marta hai. Top gear mein Madhavi ko pela ja raha hai.

Madhavi: Ahh. Haa Tapu maza aa raha hai. Aise hi chodte raho. Ummm.

20 minutes baad Tapu Madhavi ke chut ke andar jhad gaya. Madhavi niche let gayi aur Tapu Madhavi ke upar let gaya.

Madhavi- Tapu bala, lagta hai tum mujhe maa banake hi chodoge.

Tapu- Wahi toh karna hai mujhe.

Madhavi (mushkarake)- Love you, Bala.

Tapu- Love you too, Madhavi.

Fir Tapu apne ghar laut jata hai. Ghar laut ke-
Daya- Kaam hogaya. Ab tumhare papa ko mujh par shak nahi hoga.

Tapu- Badiya. Jab jab papa dukan jayenge tab tak hum dono maze karenge.

Telephone baja. Daya gayi aur telephone uthaya.

Daya- Hello koun? Ha Roshan Bhabhi, boliye…Acha…ha thik hai…kya…acha thik hai, bhej dungi hai. Chalo bye.

Tapu- Kya bola Roshan ne?

Daya- Roshan Bhabhi, hum sabko dinner pe bula rahi hai.

Tapu- Badiya hai.

Daya- Par tumko 1 ghanta pehele bulaya hai.

Tapu- Kyun? Acha, samajh gaya. Thik hai, jaana kab hai?

Daya- Shaam ke 7 baje tumko jaana hai.

Shaam ke 7 baj jaate hai. Tapu Roshan ke ghar jaata hai. Roshan apne ghar pe Tapu ka wait kar rahi hoti hai. Tapu ghar mein aata hai. Roshan muskarake utati hai aur sab se pehele darwaza band karti hai.

Roshan- Tapu dikra, chale bedroom.

Tapu- Chalo Roshan Darling.

Dono bedroom jaate hai aur nange ho jaate hai. Tapu fir apne lund ko khada karke khat pe let jaata hai. Roshan Tapu ke muh par baith jaati hai aur Tapu ke lund ko chaatne lagti hai. Tapu bhi Roshan ke chut ko chaatne lagta hai.

Tapu maze se chut ko saaf karta hai aur fir chut ke andar apna jibh ghusata hai.
Roshan fir lund ke tope ko muh mein leti hai aur muh mein rakh kar tope ko chusti hai. Tapu full maze le raha hota hai.

Tapu fir apne pairo ke madad se Roshan ke sir ko andar dabata hai aur uska lund Roshan ke gale tak pahunch jaata hai. Roshan saans nahi le paati. Kuch der choke karne ke baad Tapu pair hata deta hai.

Roshan lund ko bahar nikalke saans leti hai. Tapu tabhi Roshan ke chut ke daane ko chusne lagta hai. Roshan saatve aasaman pe pahunch jaati hai. 10 minutes chusne ke baad Roshan jhad jaati hai hai, aur Tapu saara paani pi leta hai.

Fir Tapu khada ho jata hai. Roshan pit ke bal sokar apna sir khat ke baahr nikalti hai aur muh kholti hai. Tapu fir apne lund ko uske muh ke andar ghusa deta hai aur Roshan ke muh ko chodta hai.

Roshan ka gala bahar se dekhne par upar niche ho raha hai. Tapu ke ande uske nakh par takara rahe hai. Aise aur usne 10-minute Roshan ke muh ko choda aur uske andar jhad gaya. Roshan Tapu ka saara dahi pi jaati hai.

Fir dono thoda aaram karte hai. Thodi der baad Tapu dekhta hai ki 20-minute baaki hai aur Roshan thak kar nangi pet ke bal so rahi hai. Fir Tapu ne bina samay barbaad kare, Roshan ke chut ke andar apna lund ghusa diya.

Roshan ke ek baar mein nind khul gayi aur chik nikale wali thi par rok liya. Tapu yaha maze se aur jor jor se Roshan ko pel raha hai. Aur bich bich mein uske gaand ko chaate maar raha hai.

Roshan: Ahh…Tapu dikra. Aise hi chodte raho. Maza aa raha hai.

Tapu: Haa Roshan Baby. Aaj teri jaan nikal ked um lunga.

Tapu fir apna speed badhata hai. 20-minute aise hi chodne ke baad Tapu Roshan ke andar Roshan ke andar jhad jata hai. Roshan lag bhag bhehosh thi. Tapu kapade pehen ke Roshan ko jagaya aur room ke bahar aa gaya.

Roshan bhi room se tyaar hoke bahar aayi. Dono ne fir milke dining table sajaya. Aur baakiyon intazar karne lage.

Roshan- Tapu dikra. Tu ne ek chij galat kiya.

Tapu- Kya?

Roshan- Tu mere andar apna maal chod diya. Main maa ban gayi toh?

Tapu- Roshan darling, don’t worry. Sab acha hoga.

Roshan- Hmm. thik che. Bharosa hai tum par.

Tapu fir uth ke jaakar usko kiss karta hai. Tabhi ghanta bajti hai. Jethalal, Daya aur Sodhi aate hai.

Sodhi- Tapu puter, kaise ho?

Tapu- Maze mein hun.

Roshan- Chalo sab dinner kar lete hai.

Fir sab dinner karte hai Gada pariwaar laut aata hai. Jetha sone ko chale jaata hai aur Tapu Daya ko gaand thapad marke aur kiss karke sojata hai.

Agili subah Jetha dukan ke liye nikal jaata hai. Tapu bhi jaagh jaata hai. Ghar pe Geeta aati hai Daya ke sath lesbian karne. (You can read their relation in part 2 story)

Tapu bhi Komal ko patane nikal jata hai ek plan ke saath. Woh pehele Dr. Hathi se milta hai. Woh abhi khana kha rahe the.

Hathi- Kya hua Tapu beta?

Tapu- Aap se thoda help chahiye tha. Thoda sa Men’s talk hai.

Hathi- Ha beta. Bolo kya help chahiye?

Tapu- Mera penis (lund) ka size thoda chota ho gaya hai. Kya aap check karke bata sakte hai ki kya problem?

Hathi (sochata hai)- Iska kitna size hoga. Koi nahi check kar lenge. (bolta hai) Thik hai chalo mere clinic.

Tapu uske clinic pe jaata hai aur ek patient’s bed par let jaata hai.

Hathi- Chalo beta aapna pant utaro.

Tapu- Mujhe thoda sharam aa rahi hai.

Hathi- Sharamao mat doctor hun, chalta hai, pant nikalo.

Tapu- Thik hai uncle.

Tapu ne apna pant nikala aur apna lamba aur mota lund khada kar diya. Woh lund dekhkar doctor sahab ke haath se plate phisal kar niche gir gaya. Komal awaaz sun ke bedroom se clinic tak aayi.

Komal- Kya hua? Yeh awaaz kaisi?

Tapu ki lund dekhkar Dr. Haathi aur Komal dono ki gaand phat gayi.

Hathi- Komal tum room mein jao.

Komal- Haa. Thik hai. (Fir Chali jati hai).

Tapu- Originally yeh aur lamba hai.

Hath- AUR LAMBA! Hmm I mean, haaa. Ab kya bolu. Yeh lo medication. Din mein do baar khane ke baad.

Tapu- Ok uncle. Thank you.

Tapu ka kaam toh ho gaya. Ab Komal bedroom mein jaake Tapu ke lund ko soch kar chut mein ungli kar rahi hai. Dr. Hathi shock mein apne clinic ke chair pe hai baithe reh gaye.

Bahar aake usne socha, “Ab bache hai Komal, Anjali, Babita, Rita, Bawri aur Sofia. Pinku ki maa toh RAW mein hai, toh unka chance zero hai. Aut abhi mera paas mummy, Geeta, Sonu, Madhavi aur Roshan hai.”

Woh pura din baaki aaurton ko kaise chode yeh sochne mein aur uska paar jo aaurat hai unhe chodne mein bita diya. Usne aise ek hafta bita diya.

Agale din woh bahar thoda ghumne gaya hota hai. Tabhi usko Sofia dikhti hai. Woh kahi jaa rahi hoti hai. Fir Sofia ek rickshaw mein baith jaati hai. Tapu uska picha karne lagta hai aur ek rickshaw mein baith ke. Tabhi usko Madhavi ka call aata hai.

Tapu- Ha Madhu darling, bolo.

Madahvi- Tapu baala, ek khus khabari hai. Main fir se maa banana wali hun, aur tum bache ke pita ho.

Tapu- Kya sach mein? Yeh bohut badi khus khabari hai.

Madhavi- Ha. Par unko pata chala toh.

Tapu- Main shambhal lunga. Tension mat lo. Abhi mujhe thoda jaruri kaam hai, toh baad mein baat karte hai.

Madhavi- Acha thik hai. Bye.

Tapu- Bye. Love you.

Fir Roshan ka call aata hai.

Tapu- Ha Roshan baby, bolo?

Roshan- Tapu baby, I LOVE YOU so much.

Tapu- Kya hua babe? Itni khush ho.

Roshan- Ha kyun ki bohut jald ham dono ko ek baby hoga.

Tapu- Sach mein? Main bohut khush hun.

Roshan- Waise tum ghar kab aa rahe ho?

Tapu- Bohut jald. Abhi mujhe thoda jaruri kaam hai, toh baad mein baat karte hai.

Roshan- Ok. Bye. Love you.

Tapu- Bye. Love you too.

Call kaatne ke baad Tapu dekhta hai ki dono ek sun san jagah pahunchte hai. Sofia andar jaati hai. Tapu dur se dekhta hai ki andar puri ek gang hai. Woh thoda paas jaata hai. Sofia us logo ko hindi mein bhashan de rahi hoti hai.

“Main ne woh Jethalal ko bewakhuf banake uske secretary ban chuki hun. Ab hum logo ko lutenge ya unke saath scam bhi karenge toh naam uska hi aayega. Toh kaam pe lag jaao.”

Tapu chauk jaata hai. Par usne yeh sab apne phone mein record kar liya hota hai. Saare gunde uske baat maante hai aur waha se nikal jaate hai. Sofia ek chair pe aaram kar rahi hoti hai. Tapu apni jagah se bahar nikalta hai.

Tapu- Toh Sofia baby, formal skirt aur shirt pehenke bohut thak gayi hogi.

Sofia- Tapu, tum yaha kya kar rahe ho?

Tapu- Tumhari methi meethi bhasan sune aaya tha.

Sofia- Toh tumne sab sun liya.

Tapu- Aur record bhi kar liya.

Sofia fir apni gun nikalti hai. Tapu na darne ki acting karke bolta hai.

Tapu- Mujhe maarogi toh tum khud phasogi.

Sofia- Woh kaise?

Tapu- Yeh video maine apne ek dost ko bhej diya hai. Agar agli subah tak main uske ek pass code nahi bola, toh woh iss video ko viral kar dega.

Sofia ab buri tarah phas chuki thi. Usne apna gun phek di aur boli.

Sofia- Bolo tumko kya chahiye?

Tapu- Haa, ab line pe aayi.

Tapu uske paas jaata hai.

To be continued.

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Hello, dear readers of ISS. This is part 1 of the 5th part of Kishen’s life-changing discovery series. It entails mild elements of cuckold and BDSM.

The time had finally come for Kishen to safely swap Neetu’s and Usha’s panties for new ones. Under the pretext of feeding Usha’s fish as she had gone to her native, Kishen entered her empty home. He sifted through Usha’s pile of dirty laundry.

To his surprise, he noticed a comparatively bigger pantie in a pile. It smelt different too. Realizing that it wasn’t Usha aunty’s or Neetu’s, he didn’t give it much thought and placed it aside.

For several minutes, he hugged and embraced the pile. It preserved the sweet smell of his Usha aunty’s sweat and perfume. He had all the time he wanted.

Kishen wasn’t keen on taking Neetu’s panties as he’s already hit the jackpot as far as fucking her was concerned. He even got a heavenly blowjob from Neetu earlier in the day before he left for his PU college.

“I could have just asked her for one of her panties. She would have given me. Why didn’t I think of it?” Kishen wondered.

Kishen took one of Usha’s pantie from the heap and left the house, fully content. Locking Usha’s main door behind him, he looked at the door opposite—the door to Manoj sir’s house.

“How would the fierce old man react to the news of Neetu and me? He sure would be red with anger,” Kishen thought and giggled.

In front of him stood the door to the house of the man who, years back, caught him and Neetu ‘exploring’ each other’s privates as children. Kishen and Neetu had even talked about that incident earlier that day in their conversations after she blew him.

Kishen looked cautiously to either side of the veranda to see if anyone was around. Seeing that the corridor was empty, some confidence and a sense of victory consumed Kishen. You know, the kind of ‘I’m an adult’ feeling after losing virginity.

Kishen stepped towards Manoj sir’s door. He took out Usha’s pantie and sniffed it while giving a challenging look at the nameplate titled “Manoj Mohan, Retd. Head Master.”

To Kishen’s utter shock, the door stood open, and there stood Manoj sir. He had been watching Kishen through the peephole of his door. Seeing Manoj sir’s inquiring demeanour, Kishen peed in his shorts out of fear. He barely had time to stuff Usha’s pantie back into his pocket.

Manoj sir stepped out, grabbed Kishen by the collar, dragged him into his house, and closed the door behind him, all in a few seconds. He pushed Kishen to the sofa in his living room.

Hearing the commotion, Deepti (Manoj sir’s obedient wifey) came out of her bedroom.

“Take that thing out of your pocket…” ordered Manoj sir, pointing at Usha’s panties sticking out of Kishen’s pocket.

“I don’t have anything, sir….” uttered Kishen, trying to cover the panties with his hands.

“How dare you lie to me!” said Manoj sir, reaching out to Kishen’s pocket. Even though the man was around 60 years old, he was as strong as a UFC fighter. Kishen’s grip on the pantie didn’t even have a chance.

“Hmm…what have we here?” said Manoj sir, holding the pantie and stretching it with both hands. He sniffed them, “So you’re lusting after Usha, huh?”

Deepti giggled, further embarrassing Kishen.

“If you don’t want the world to know about this, tell your mom that you’re in my house helping me with the PC and that you’d be here for a few hours. You have exactly 3 minutes. Now GO!” shouted Manoj sir.

Kishen ran out and did as he was told. He soon returned with Savitri. Upon hearing Savitri approach, Manoj sir quickly tossed the pantie to a corner.

“Sir, Kishen says you needed some help with the computer. He looks a little worried, is everything alright? Did he come up to some mischief?” asked Savi.

“No, Savi, everything is fine. The young man has always been scared of me. We will be good friends by the end of it,” replied Manoj sir.

“And if it gets too late, he is more than welcome to stay here, Savi,” added Deepti.

Savi nodded with a smile, leaving Kishen with Deepti and Manoj sir.

“Lock the door and take a seat,” said Manoj sir pointing to the sofa after regaining composure from laughing.

Kishen frantically did as ordered.

Despite a moderately big pot belly and grey hair, Manoj sir looked fit for a 60-year-old man. Kishen also noticed Deepti looking at him and smiling in an ‘I-wanna-sex-you’ manner. He felt awkward as he knew her as a chubby, soft-spoken and husband-worshipping woman.

Manoj sir took a chair, put it right in front of Kishen and sat on it with a forward-leaning posture. To Kishen’s eyes, he looked like a detective getting ready to interrogate. His face was inches away from Kishen’s.

“Remove your pee-soaked shorts. I don’t want you stinking up my couch,” ordered Manoj sir, rather sternly. Kishen was hesitant or rather processing what he had just heard.

“Now!” shouted Manoj sir. He began pulling down Kishen’s shorts from his legs just as Kishen’s trembling hands untied them. He tossed the piss-soaked shorts to the side, which Deepti picked up. Covering his bare groin with his hands, Kishen watched Deepti.

She disappeared into their house’s dark corridor, connecting the living room to their bedroom. He wondered what she was going to do with his pee shorts. Manoj sir looked at Kishen’s fearful eyes for a few moments and, of all things, smiled!

Kishen was utterly surprised by the sudden change in Manoj sir’s demeanour.

“Beta, I know you were scared of me when you were a boy. You are a grown man now. And we are adults…so please don’t be alarmed,” said Manoj sir.

Just then, Deepti came in with a towel and offered it to Kishen. She then picked Usha’s pantie from the corner of the room and handed it over to her husband. Leaning back, Manoj sir watched smilingly. Kishen embarrassingly stood up from the sofa to tie the towel around his waist.

“You are a very good young man! Neetu beti told me,” Manoj sir added as Kishen sat on the sofa. Deepti also sat on the sofa at a leg-length distance next to Kishen.

“Uh…Th…thank you, sir. I am sorry,” said Kishen, wondering how and when Neetu and Manoj sir started to get along.

“She also told me how much she found you to be respectful of me despite being weary of my strictness,” added Manoj sir.

Kishen was taken aback. He realized what Manoj sir was referring to in the conversation that Neetu and Kishen had earlier in the day. In the conversation, Neetu badmouthed Manoj sir for scolding them years back. Kishen was, however, annoyed and surprised at Neetu’s behaviour.

He took Manoj sir’s side by reasoning that what he had done was right as an adult. He also told her that it was bad to cuss at one of the most respected persons in the building. Manoj sir was also the leader of their residents’ association.

“Why did Neetu have to tell all that to Manoj, sir? Did he hear us and confront her? Is he planning something? Was Neetu trying to save my ass? Does he know that we are having sex?” Kishen wondered, looking confused.

“It’s a mark of your honesty and integrity, Kishen,” commented Deepti.

“…and after hearing that, I was looking to commend you myself. But doing it while catching you sneaking Usha’s underwear was not the way I wanted it,” added Manoj sir, as he played with Usha’s panties.

Kishen didn’t know what to say. He just looked down, embarrassed.

“I am sorry, sir,” he begged.

Kishen heard Deepti giggling again. He noticed she was looking at him as though they were playing a prank on him. And just as Kishen turned back to Manoj sir’s direction, he was shocked to see him fully immersed in sniffing the pantie.

Opening his eyes and seeing Kishen look at him surprised, Manoj sir leaned forward and asked him, “Tell me honestly, Kishen, as a friend, what do you do with these panties?”

“I…uh… I smell them and…” Kishen responded hesitantly, turning a couple of times towards Deepti. She was looking at him and smiling as though she was watching a reaction video.

“You masturbate…. I know. But be more specific, what else? Telling the truth will bring you great benefits,” responded Manoj sir.

“Well, I just…um…do the deed and go back to sleep,” responded Kishen.

“Ok, let me make this easier for you. Just answer with a yes or no. Don’t be shy. Ok?” asked Manoj sir.

Kishen nodded.

“While sniffing at the pantie and masturbating, do you see yourself being scolded by Usha aunty?”

“No,” Kishen responded, frowning a little.

“Do you see yourself being tied, humiliated, or even hurt by Usha or whoever you fantasize about?”

“No sir…” Kishen replied with a weirded-out expression, which Deepti noticed.

“Can I count on your honesty?” asked Manoj sir.

“Yes, sir, I am telling the truth. I don’t have such BDSM fantasies,” responded Kishen.

“Ok, I believe you. If you do such fetishes as I suspected from your pantie cravings, I need to tell you how to be cautious while practising it. It is, after all, sexuality, and one should embrace it. But one should also be careful of exhibiting it to people they only truly trust.”

“Otherwise, it can cause damage to the reputation. So, I need to once again confirm with you. Do you have such fetishes? Let me know honestly, and I can help you out,” added Manoj sir.

“No sir, that is not like me,” replied Kishen.

“How would you see me if I had such fetishes?” asked Manoj sir.

Drawing from the sexo-philosophical-cum-psychological insights that Tariq gave him, Kishen replied, “Well, no one should be embarrassed about their sexuality and sexual preferences, as long as the people involved are open to it.”

“Beautifully answered, Kishen,” said Deepti. “Glad to know you are aware of BDSM. Probably from porn, right?”

She then moved to sit cross-legged on the sofa, pulling up her nightie above her knees. Kishen couldn’t help but steal glimpses of her bare foot, dusky calves, toned darker knees, and fleshy thighs. His tool began tenting the towel he wore.

“Ah, somebody is horny for your legs, Deepti,” said Manoj sir, smiling.

Kishen looked down and covered his tent in embarrassment.

“C’mon now, don’t pretend to be shy. We know you did it with Neetu,” replied Deepti, surprising Kishen.

Sitting on the sofa, Deepti turned her body towards Kishen. She placed her legs on his lap and comfortably rested her head on the sofa’s armrest. She began to playfully push away his hands, covering his groin with her feet. She then started circling his tent with the sole of her feet.

Aroused, Kishen placed his hands on her chubby legs and watched her smiling seductively at him.

“To be sure, let me test and measure how far you can go with your pantie kink,” said Deepti.

Upon hearing Deepti, Kishen looked at Manoj sir. Sitting in utter silence of arousal, Manoj sir appeared to enjoy what he saw. There was a smile of approval on Manoj sir’s face. It allowed Kishen to rid of any inhibitions.

Deepti lifted one of her feet to Kishen’s face level and asked him to kiss it. Lovingly and romantically, Kishen began kissing, sniffing and rubbing his face all over Deepti’s feet. Watching him, Manoj sir did the same with Usha’s panties.

Deepti made Kishen turn to her side and placed her feet on his shoulder. He ran his hand through the length of her legs like they were brand new veenas. He could hear Manoj sir’s heavy and aroused breathing right next to him.

Sniffing Usha’s panties Manoj sir was observing them without batting an eyelid.  He was also rubbing his dick from outside his lungi.

“Lick it,” Deepti ordered in a rather loud and authoritative tone. But she noticed that Kishen became instantly hesitant. “Probably because of my dominating tone,” she wondered. However, Manoj sir leaned forward to lick it.

Wack! Deepti kicked Manoj sir’s face so hard that he fell on the floor. Kishen was taken aback and lost all his arousal.

“Not you! You old bastard,” Deepti shouted at Manoj sir with a fierce look.

Not saying a word, Manoj sir knelt on the floor, looking down at the floor like a slave. Kishen knew at that instance that he was getting into some BDSM and cuckold action and had to play along.

“Not my kink,” he thought. He, however, wasn’t any less excited. He only wished he watched more BDSM porn to get along better.

“Kishen, my newfound young and lively love don’t pay heed to how I treat this horny bastard. He deserves it. And tonight, you, my dear, deserve all my love and affection,” said Deepti in the polar opposite friendly and loving manner from how she just treated Manoj sir.

“Come, love, bring my feet together and lift them.” As Deepti asked, Kishen saw her nightie fall to her hip level, which she pulled further up. She revealed a plain light blue pantie tucked smoothly between her chubby thighs and tummy.

Folding her legs, she removed the panties and tossed them to him, which he caught with both his hands. It looked bigger in his hands, and he noticed a wet patch, which he sniffed with deep inhalations and closed his eyes.

And much to a delight, upon opening his eyes, Deepti spread her legs and started fingering herself. The whole of her hand appeared to slide into her fleshy pussy.

“If my pantie has served you well, Kishen, please throw it at the face of my useless old husband kneeling before you,” requested Deepti. Kishen was hesitant out of his respect for Manoj sir. But looking at Manoj sir’s eyes, he could tell that he wanted it and that it aroused him.

Kishen threw the pantie right at Manoj sir’s face. I watched him grab it and stuff it in his mouth. After a few moments, he laid it down on the flow next to Usha’s pantie and began sniffing them on all fours, like a dog. Kishen was amused to see that Manoj sir even panted like a dog.

“I am sorry, Kishen, that he snatched Usha’s panties from you,” consoled Deepti. “Continue sniffing on those, you dirty dog!” she ordered Manoj sir.

Deepti got up from the sofa and got rid of her nightie and bra. Looking at Kishen lustfully and playfully, Deepti revealed her heavy-hanging assets. Seeing Manoj sir engrossed in sniffing the panties, she kicked his buttocks hard so that he fell over on the floor, squealing.

She ordered him to strip while being on all fours. She asked him to cover his face with her panties and to wear Usha’s panties. Like a strict warden standing tall, Deepti observed Manoj sir do as directed. She placed a chair behind Manoj sir’s buttocks and tenderly directed Kishen to stand on it.

She then made Kishen deliver a painful wedgie to Manoj sir. She simultaneously suffocated Manoj sir by pulling hard the portion of her panties that covered the back of his head as though it were the string of a bow. She then vigorously stroked the stretched elastic and fabric up and down.

Manoj sir’s semi-muffled gurgle filled the room. Kishen was aroused watching the merciless dominance of the nude, chubby woman who was tender towards him. He couldn’t fully involve, though. It was all new to him, and he wasn’t particularly into the fetish.

Or so he thought. He was also mildly concerned about how Manoj sir would treat him after the session. Nonetheless, Kishen continued to wedge for a good while, hoping that Manoj sir was enjoying everything.

“Come here, you dirty dog!” Deepti ordered to a panting Manoj sir as she stepped to a corner. Manoj sir followed her on all fours. She then positioned her pussy to his face level and asked him to lick it. “Like a good dog.”

Kishen was surprised to see Manoj sir do it the same way a dog would. Panting with the tongue out, flapping it between his lips in a slurpy manner, and sloppily licking and sniffing Deepti’s pussy.

“Just like that. Good boy!” Deepti encouraged Manoj sir. The sight of Deepti semi-squatting and moaning at the oral from her submissive role-playing hubby made Kishen all the more aroused and equally curious. He stood there like an ardent observer who got to witness acrobatics up close for the first time.

“Freeze,” she said to the “doggo.” It stood still like a well-trained one.

“Kishen, grab that trophy from there,” she ordered Kishen, pointing at a near dildo-like trophy from their showcase. She encouraged Kishen to ‘do the deed.’ But seeing that he was scared to do it, she grabbed it from him and thrust it mercilessly inside Manoj sir’s asshole.

Seeing Manoj sir shriek and tremble in pain, Kishen was startled. Deepti momentarily broke her dominant character. She approached Kishen and whispered, “It’s ok, Kishen, he is enjoying it. Even I was fearful at first. We don’t cross the limits, and we have a safe word.”

“I’ll be right back,” Deepti said, snapping back to her dominant character as she walked to the room.

Kishen was left alone with the doggo. With the trophy sticking out of its ass, it turned to Kishen. It started coming near his leg, and began to sniff them. It playfully followed Kishen around as much as he tried to move away from it awkwardly.

Hoping to ‘help’ the doggo, Kishen pulled out the trophy in the process. Sadly, the doggo shrieked again in pain. Deepti returned just then, holding a ball gag, collar and leash, and a flogger.

Fitting them on the doggo, Deepti made it jump onto the sofa. Having it sit back, she pinched and squeezed its nipple, penis and balls. Much to the amusement of Kishen, not one sound that came from Manoj’s sir mouth resembled that of a human.

Kishen was far from being aroused from all that Deepti was engaged in. He noticed how, through each successive pain infliction, Manoj sir was staying erect and oozing cum. It was a sign that he was enjoying it all. In turn, it got Kishen more involved in watching Deepti inflicting pain on Manoj sir.

He watched her flog Manoj sir mercilessly. She pushed down the trophy up his ass and mouth several times. She farted on his face a couple of times and made him lick her asshole.

“Just like that… ooh yeah… Good doggo,” Deepti moaned as she looked at Kishen with a ‘do-you-like-what-you-see’ look. Standing watch with his hands mildly stroking his dick, Kishen stared back with curiosity.

He was more fixated on how she looked, bending forward for the doggo to lick her clean. With her legs apart and hands supported on either knee. The smoothness of her hanging melons beamed innocence, contrasting her dominating character.

For the first time, Kishen was also experiencing a special kind of erection. One that arises from helping others indulge in their sexual fetishes. Deepti was also charging Kishen up in another manner. The tendency to push himself in and ‘take charge’ of her was building up in him.

Deep inside, he began craving to be the master to the mistress and ‘rescue’ the doggo, or perhaps ‘own’ it. Uncertain of how he would perform or how it may turn out, Kishen suppressed his urges. He chose to watch Deepti taking the time to pleasure Manoj sir with pain.

Deepti and Manoj sir, on the other hand, was expecting so much that Kishen would go dominant. Deepti hoped that at some point, he would play along and attempt to do to her what she was doing to Manoj sir. Unfortunately, they mistook Kishen’s curiosity for indifference.

Deepti decided to ‘normalize’ things for Kishen.

“It doesn’t seem to go as expected. But he is a lovely young man. After I’ve satisfied Manoj, let me give him my all in the way he is most comfortable,” Deepti thought.

Welcome back to the next exciting part of the series. Hope you have enjoyed it so far.

So going back to the story.

After Banerjee uncle left, Das uncle, aunty, and I were sitting on the sofa.

Das uncle – So Rimi, when should I send our son to you?

Aunty – What are you talking about?

Das uncle – We were discussing Rimi giving tuition classes.

Aunty – Oh, that would be great.

Me – Uncle, send him tonight after 8.

Das uncle – Great, I will tell him

Aunty – You take a rest. We should leave now.

Me – Aunty, can Das uncle stay for some time?

Aunty – Sure, don’t be too loud, or the neighbours might hear you

Aunty left, and I was with Das uncle.

Das uncle – Ok, Rimi, let’s go to your room and continue.

Me – No, uncle, I want you to help me punish someone

Das uncle – What do you mean?

Me – Don’t worry, uncle. You will get to have sex. Just follow my lead.

I took Das uncle to my room, stripped him down and gave him a good long handjob.

Me – Wait here, uncle. I will come soon. When you hear me opening the door, hide in the bathroom and wait for me to call you.

Das uncle – Ok, but what are you planning?

Me – A sweet little revenge

Das uncle – With who?

Me – Shweta!

Das uncle understood and was obliged to follow my plan. I called Shweta to my place. Shweta arrived shortly.

Shweta – What happened last night? You didn’t return for a long time.

Me – Let’s go to my room, then I will explain everything

We both came up to my room. I locked the door. We sat on the bed.

Me – Das uncle said we have to pay for the damage. His vase and a few other things were damaged.

Shweta – Oh my god, is it expensive?

Me – I had to pay for it last night. I couldn’t come soon.

Shweta – Oh, how much did you pay?

Me – Don’t worry. You will find out soon because you have to pay too.

I signalled Das uncle to come out. He walked out naked from the bathroom.
Shweta was awestruck seeing him naked and his dick hard. She tried to run, open the door and escape. I held her when she was trying to open the door.

Shweta – (begging and pleading) Please, Rimi, let me go.

Me – You set me up last night, bitch. Today I will set you up the whole night. Just you wait.

I dragged her to the bed. And I removed her top forcefully. Das uncle came and removed her jeans. She was begging me to let her leave.

Me – Tonight is your lucky night, bitch!

Shweta – NO, NO, please, don’t…

I removed her bra and made her topless. Uncle pulled down her panty and gave it to me.

Das uncle – Why are you afraid, dear? You already did with me so many times.

Shweta – It’s so big, uncle! Please, not today!

I took all her clothes and went to another room and hid it, then came back.

Shweta – Rimi, please give me my clothes.

Me – After you get fucked properly tonight.

I also stripped naked. Went and grabbed my uncle’s dick and started to suck it. Shweta was awestruck. I grabbed Shweta and made her kneel. I put Uncle’s dick in her mouth. Shweta reluctantly sucked on it. Then alternatively, Shweta and I sucked Uncle.

Das uncle was enjoying the best time with 2 hot girls going down on him. Uncle grabbed our boobs and thrust his cock into our mouths. When uncle was about to cum, I made Shweta drink his juice. Uncle had a feeling of bliss and happiness on his face.

I told my uncle to sit down on the chair. I brought Shweta between his legs. I told her to suck and make uncle cum again in her mouth. Shweta started sucking him. I came behind Shweta and grabbed both her boobs, and fondled them. She was getting turned on.

After fondling her boobs, my hands slid between her legs and touched her pussy. She was a little wet. I rubbed her pussy for a while and then put a finger inside. She jerked her hips and started sucking uncle a bit faster. Slowly I fingered her with one hand and played with her nipples.

Her nipples were hard by now, and she was getting wet.

Me (whispering to Shweta) – Das uncle will put his dick inside and fuck you right now.

I could sense Shweta was extremely hot and horny by now. I was fingering her faster. She held my hand while sucking my uncle. Her breathing started to become heavy.

Me (in Shweta’s ear) – I will make you cum by fingering you in front of uncle

I put 2 fingers in her and started fingering her very fast. She stopped sucking uncle and held my hands, and was moaning.

Shweta – Oh, Rimi… ahh I am cumming.

She turned towards me and held me tight while I kept fingering her faster and faster. Just at the brink of cumming she grabbed my boobs and pressed them hard, and cum all over my hand. Her body twitched excitedly, and then she lay down on the floor.

She was touching her pussy and pressing her boobs with aftereffects of cumming. I pulled her up, took her to the bed, and laid her down. I signalled Das uncle. He came to the bed and started his action. He first sucked her boobs one by one, which made her moan.

Then he went up to her face and started kissing her. She held Das uncle tightly and started rubbing her pussy on his dick by moving her hips. I told uncle to give it to her hard as she was hot and ready. Uncle inserted his dick slowly and started fucking her.

Shweta gasped and held onto uncle tightly by wrapping her arms around his shoulder and her legs around his waist. I told uncle to go full throttle. She needs it hard. Uncle started giving hard and fast thrusts.

Shweta dug her nails around his shoulder and arched her head backwards. Her eyes rolled back, and saliva dripped from her mouth. She was in pure bliss and utmost pleasure. Slowly uncle became rougher. Shweta was screaming like a bitch. Her pussy was overflowing with her juice.

To stop her moaning, I put one of my boobs in her mouth. And as I went near, uncle grabbed my other boob and kissed my lips. He alternatively sucked on my boob and Shweta’s boob. His hand reached down to my pussy and rubbed it while he feasted on the boobs.

Shweta was nibbling, sucking and biting my boob hard while uncle sucked my other boob and rubbed my pussy. I was getting wet. Shweta then joined uncle in rubbing my pussy and inserted one finger inside me. I started moving my hips and riding her finger.

Uncle didn’t stop fucking Shweta for a second. The more he fucked her, the harder she sucked on my boob and fingered me. Uncle pulled out and cum on her boobs, then again continued fucking her. Shweta inserted another finger and fingered me.

With 2 fingers inside, I started moaning. Shweta bit and sucked my boob harder. It wasn’t long before I was going to cum. Just then, Shweta inserted another finger. With 3 fingers, I immediately screamed and cum hard.

Shweta didn’t stop after I had cum. She continued to finger me faster and faster. Both my boobs were sucked and fingered like crazy. I was moaning and moaning until I reached my climax again. Shweta looked happy seeing my condition after what I had done with her earlier.

Me – Don’t smile. You will regret doing that to me.

I laid down on the bed. Uncle kept fucking Shweta for around 25 minutes. Shweta’s face was red, and she cum a couple of times. Uncle was enjoying 2 hot girls that might have excited him more, and he lasted longer than usual.

Finally, uncle was about to cum. He pulled out and made Shweta drink every drop cumming in her mouth.

Me – Uncle, you can take a rest and go back home. I will have to teach her more after what she did now.

Das uncle left.

Shweta – Give my clothes back, please.

Me – The night began for you, bitch.

Saying that I jumped on her, pinned her down and instantly inserted 3 fingers in her pussy. She screamed as I continued fingering her.

Me – How does it feel now? You like 3 fingers, right? Now enjoy!

Shweta – Aah, please stop!

Shweta continued moaning and screaming

What happens next? Find out in the next part as Shweta’s punishment continues.

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I still sometimes dream of the sight, my mom being railed by two strangers in our own house. The sounds she made and the faces she showed them, begging to take it inside of her speak a whole different story.

I am new here and this is just me trying to recall the events that happened and writing a biased story from my perspective. Do tell me if there’s any feedback on my writing style! Thanks.

I was brought up in an extremely conservative middle-class family with just my mom and dad. When I say conservative, it is mainly my mom as my dad was mostly away with work. I won’t go into the specifics of their jobs, maybe in another story, but both of them work – my dad working abroad and my mom working closer to home.

Just to give some context about my family, my dad’s side of the family including him isn’t the least conservative when it comes to sex and stuff compared to my mom. I have caught peeks of them having sex when my dad is around even though my mom desperately tries to hide it.

My mom was around 40 when this happened. At a glance, you wouldn’t think she packed such a bombshell and she took care to not reveal her cards with her modest clothing. She doesn’t look a day older than 35. My mother gave off that slightly serious vibe around her which makes it even more worth it to watch her open her mouth filled with your semen before drinking it, kneeling before you, and waiting to be used as your personal sex toy.

Looking back, I am sure that it was for that moment of domination over her that many fought. Her moans fill the room like an angelic chord, her breasts, the perfect blend of firmness and elasticity, her near-perfect ass cheeks and a body almost out of a fairy tale. If you ask me, she’s the one in the wrong for not baring herself to show this wonderful creation to all of humanity.

While I recall the loud moans escaping her mouth stuffed with her drenched panties, I don’t know who or why those guys were in our house. I usually come back home around 5 pm and having recently discovered the cursed apple of adulthood I spent the majority of the days upstairs in my room browsing porn and to her, studying for my exams.

She probably knew that I was doing something else like playing games instead of studying but since she never bothered to check on me, I think she was just glad that I was at least inside the house, silently doing my own thing than making a mess in the house or just being a couch potato in front of the TV or simply wasting my time playing with others outside. For all she knew, I was upstairs doing my own thing and wouldn’t be coming down until dinner.

I did notice the unknown car parked a few houses down and our gates being opened which was unusual. Just to make sure everything was alright, I went near the stairs and took a spot from where I could see some of the living room. She was wearing her usual kurta and leggings when she greeted them and invited her inside to have tea.

The two guys were around her age may be older, they were both taller than my dad and one of them had a darker tone than the other. They both sat down and started making small talk with my mom who was running back and forth to the kitchen to get them food and drinks all while giggling at their small talk.

After getting them tea, she sat down near Sam (the tall dark one) opposite Joseph. I don’t fully remember what they were talking about but I could see Sam making small advances, touching my mom’s thighs every chance he got creeping closer to her pussy all while my mom was gently guiding his hands back to his tea and Joseph ogling her boobs with a nasty smile across his face.

I could see my mom being slightly bothered by Sam’s touching but she was acting as if it was normal and constantly kept rejecting his advances.

This went on for a bit until Sam suddenly spilled his tea on my mom’s chest, drenching her kurta and putting her boobs on full display. I knew that she sometimes doesn’t wear a bra at home but this was the first time I ever saw her boobs like that. I could see that her nipples were hard and as if something struck, Sam held her in place and pulled her kurta off her in a heartbeat.

Soon my mom was half naked in front of them, barely covering her boobs with her hand. Noticing that the front door was open, she dashed to close it and turned around behind the closed door with her face red in confusion and shame.

Mom: What were you doing?!

Sam: You could’ve gotten a burn and what’s wrong? This isn’t the first time you’re naked in front of us.

Joseph: I could never forget your boobs even if I wanted to, Rubi.

Mom: That’s in the past and I’m now married with a kid. We cannot have things escalate any further.

Joseph: Shouldn’t you say that after you put your boobs away?

Noticing that she wasn’t covering her boobs anymore, she tried to cover them with one of her hands. Sam took her down to the sofa. This time, mom didn’t try to get away.

Joseph started stripping his upper body.

“Dance for us like you did before,” he said chuckling with Joseph. I couldn’t understand what was going on there and when I was least expecting it, my mom started to undress! She was slowly taking off her leggings revealing her lightly trimmed pussy.

Mom was naked under her leggings the whole time. Did they notice this before? Is this why they did that? Questions began to race through my mind but my eyes spared no effort chasing after them. It was completely glued to my mom, stripping down to her birthday suit, letting her hair down, moving her hands along her voluptuous curves slowly embracing her body in those playful teases with her own hands.

Was this the dance? I didn’t know but she was clearly seducing everyone…including me!

“Ahh!” she let out a moan as Sam grabbed her boobs from behind, churning them in front of Joseph as he leaned in to kiss her. There was surprisingly no resistance from her as she responded positively by moving her hands into his half-opened pants.

I could see Sam moving his hand down to mom’s pussy, slowly rubbing around her, and teasing her. I could hear her light moans to his touch while her hands explored inside Joseph’s pants and her lips made love to his.

Joseph pulled her hand out and swung out his rod almost instantly pushing it in her pussy.

“AHHH SLOW DOWN” I could hear my mom almost scream but her voice sounded more in pleasure than in pain.

Sam also took out his rod without a moment’s delay and pulled her hand and placed it on his. Without a word, she started to slowly stroke him. She was still moaning and crying from Joseph’s dick sitting on his lap with Sam’s dick in hand.

Sam leaned to kiss her and she took him, locking them together, exchanging saliva for a full 3 minutes. I started to notice that she had started to take the initiative in riding Joseph by moving her hips up and down on his dick. I could see Joseph playing with her boobs along with Sam.

My mom whom I thought was the epitome of a conservative woman, who was even shy when having sex with my dad was being a slut inside our house. She opened her holes for them as if it was natural, moaned from their touch louder than she ever did for dad and willingly stripped naked for their amusement.

She was obeying their every word like a little kid, letting them do whatever they pleased with her. Her mouth produced nothing more than noises of pleasure and her eyes had tears of gratitude for devouring her.

She kissed them, hugged them and opened her legs wider than she ever did for them. The mother I once knew was no more, instead, there was a slut who finally broke free of her chains. Maybe she was holding it in for so long, I don’t know. It seemed to me like an eternity but only 5 minutes had passed.

Suddenly, Joseph pulled out and looked at her bewildered face. She didn’t say anything and quietly moved off his lap.

“Look at you being a total slut!” Joseph said slapping her. “Get down on your knees. Hands behind your back and show some respect” he yelled.

She followed without a word, gently placing herself on her knees before his dick with her hands behind her. Without a warning, Joseph pushed mom’s face on his dick and my mom let out a wail.

“Suck this dick like you mean it bitch!” he yelled again.

My mom obeyed. She moved her head back and forth his shaft with his hands grabbing a chunk of her hair and guiding her. His hands started to move her head faster and faster, taking her the full length of his rod, choking her.

I could hear sounds coming from her mouth as his dick hit inside her before he shot his seed deep inside and made her swallow it all.

“You’re a stupid slut!

After him, it was Sam’s turn. He had a massive grin as he positioned himself before her.

Sam: Finally, after all this time, I get to bang this bitch! Speak something you slut!

Mom: What do you want me to say?

Sam: You were asking for it to happen by giving us a glimpse of your boobs when serving us tea. Showing your pussy through your leggings! It was all you! You slut!

Joseph: I gotta say I agree with him. Look at who’s begging for our dicks now. Your house is still filled with all your screams and moans.

Sam then shoved his piece in her mouth. His hands took hold of her head and started to violently move her head back and forth. My mom’s moan hit new volumes. Sam pulled one of his hands out and started to pinch and pull on her erect nipples. His movements with her head didn’t slow down but kept going faster and faster as he was almost reaching his climax.

“Yeah! that’s it, bitch!” I could hear him yell all of that as he finally pulled her deep into his dick and blasted his load into her, making her gulp down everything. After that, he also moved, giving her some space to breathe. She almost collapsed onto the floor, completely drenched in sweat but that wasn’t the end.

Just when she slightly regained her strength, she was grabbed by Joseph and carried to her bedroom followed by Sam. I couldn’t get a view into what happened in there because I was too afraid to go down and check. But not soon after they went in, I could hear my mom moaning at top of her lungs. She was yelling their name, asking for more. She was screaming, crying and moving her body to their every command.

I could hear multiple sounds of flesh banging each other but it didn’t last long. After about 15 minutes of my mom moaning and screaming like never before, they emerged from the room, took their clothes and left.

I waited until they passed the gate to see if my mom would come out but there was no sign of her. I went down to take a peek.

I found my mom, lying on the bed, face up, completely drenched and covered in semen. She had semen on her boobs, oozing out of her holes and she was sleeping.

Hi friends, indru tamil kama kathiyil chithi udan nadantha kama kathaiyin thodarchiyai ungal idam pagirugiren. Thayavu koorunth muthal pagathai padithu vitu intha pagathai padikavum, chithi mulaiyai sappiikonde aval kuthiyil kaiyai vaithen. Chithi kuthi eeramaaga irunthathu, ena da un sunniku en pundai poruthamaaga irukuma endru paarkiraaya endru ketal?

Udane naan aval karupu mulai kamabai oru kadi kadithen, ssss endru munarinaal. Dei pal padamal sappu da endraal. Pinbu unaku thagamaga irukiratha endru ketal? Amam chithi thagamaaga than irukirathu endru solinen. Sari va chithi pundaiyai naku da athil neer varum athai kudi chelam endru solinaal.

Naan udane sexy chithi kuthiyai kutha vaithu aval pundaiyai naka aarabithen. Vaai vaikum pozhuthu suvaigaaga thaan irunthathu, appozhuthu than ninaithu paarthen ival kanavan evalavu koduthu vaithavan endru. Pundai suvai niraiya angaluku theriyathu, yen enake theriyamal than irunthathu muthal muriayaaga chithi kuthiyai nakum pozhuthu than suvai enaku therinthathu.

Chithi aval saree matrum pavadaiyai thuki pidithu irunthaal, naan kutha vaithu aval kuthiyai nakikondu irunthen. Nakum pozhuthu chithi nakai pundaikul vidu da endru solinaal, nanum nakai pundai ootaikul vitu vitu eduthu urinthu kuthiyai nakikonde irunthen. Chithi en thalai mudiyai pidithu pisainthukonde irunthaal.

Aval sema moodil irukiraal enbathai aval en thalai mudiyai pisaivathai vaithe therinthu kolalam endru ninaithen. Nakikonde irunthen apozhuthu chithi vegama vegama naku da endraal, naakai ulle vitu vitu eduthu nandraaga naku potu sugam koduthen. Appozhuthu chithi pundaiyil irunthu niraiya paal vanthathu.

Chithi kuthiyil vaaiyai poruthi muzhu pundai paalaiyum urinthu kudithu irunthen, pundai kanjai muzhuvathum kudithu vitu vidamal nakikonde irunthen, chithi pothum da chelam endru soli ennai ezhupinaal. Ennai kiss seithu vitu sari enaku nee thagathirku ethuvum thara matiya endru ketal. Sari nee vetkap padugiraai naane kudithukolugiren endru soli en sunniyil kaiyai vaithaal.

Haa haa antha tharunathai naan ennalum marakave maten, sunniyil kaiyai vaithu thadavi pantil irunthu veliyil eduthaal. Chithi kutha vaithu amarnthu en sunniyai kiss seithu vizhungi sappa aarambithaal, haa haa ena oru sugam ithu pondru oru sugathai naan anuba vaithathe kidaiyaathu. Chithi sunniyai munaiyai naakal naki vitu enaku intha idam thaan athigamaaga pidikum endru solinaal.

Haaaaaa haaaaaaaa sema moodu eariyathu, sunniyai nandraaga oombikonde irunthaal. En kotaiyaiyum naakal naki vizhungi sappinaal, kotaiyai sapum pozhuthu sirithu neram sunniku ooivu kidaithathu pola irunthathu. Kotaiyai sappi vitu sunniyai muzhuvathum naakal naki echu seithu pinbu sunniyai oomba arambithaal. Haa haa sugathil ena seivathu endru kuda theriya villai avalavu moodaga irunthathu.

Sunniyai seerana vegathil oombikonde irunthaal, naan bike meethu apadiye saanthu amarnthu chithi thalai meethu kai vaithukondu irunthen. Chithi nandraaga sunniyai oombikonde irunthaal konjam konjamaaga sunniyil sugam earikonde sendrathu. Appozhuthu sexiyaaga sunni sugam thalaiku eari sunniyil velai vinthu chithi vaaikul sendrathu.

Chithi en sunni vinthai muzhuvathum vaaikul vara vaithu kanjai muzhuvathum urinthu kudithu sirithu neram sunniyai oombi sugam koduthaal. Haa haa ena oru arumaiyaaga kama inbam, pinbu chithi ena da happy ha endru ketal? Naanum happy chithi endru solinen. Hey ena da itharku melaiyum ennai chithi nu azhaikirai va di po di nu solu da endraal.

Sari di chelam aduthu ena, itharku mele ingu irunthaal prachanai aagi vidum yaravathu paarthaal periya problem aagi vidum athanaal naam ingu irunthu kilambalam endru solinaal. Naanum chithiyum angu irunthu kilambinom, chithi appozhuthum suma vida vilai en sunni meethu kai vaithukonde thaan vanthaal.

En sunni meendum viraika aarambithathu, en vayathu aanglauku sunniyil vinthu vanthaalum mendum udane sunni viraika aarambithu vidum. Enakum sunni viraithu thaan irunthathu, pinbu chithi amma veetirku sendrom. Angu sendral oru vayathana pati matrum thatha irunthaargal, naan ule sendrathum ennai arimugam seithu vaithu vitu avargal udan pesikondu irunthaal.

Pinbu chithi neram aagi vitathu indru oru naal nee ingaiye thangi vitu poo endru solinaal, chithi apadi soliyathil oru artham irunthathu. Aanal enaku thaan antha artham apozhuthu theriya vilai, naan udane ilai chithi veetil theduvargale naan poi aga vendum endru solinen. Udane chithi amma appa ennai ingaiye iru paa nalai kalai sendru kolalam nee veetirku oru phone sei endru solinaargal.

En idam phone ilaiye endren, udane angu oru landline irunthathu athil irunthu naan phone eduthu veetil pesinen. Pinbu chithi vangi en amma idam pesi soli puriya vaithaal, piragu thatha paati chithi naan anaivarum sapitom. Chithi udane enaku oru glass niraiya paal kondu vanthaal, antha paalai urinthu kudithathum paal nala irunthucha endru ketal?

Semaya irunthathu chithi endren, sari ingu veliye ac ethum ilai athanaal nee  en roomile padu endru solinaal. Appozhuthu aval appa amma angu irunthaargal, naan udane manathil sirithen aanal veliyil nadika vendiya katayam irunthathu. Ilai chithi paravailai naan veliyile padukiren endru solinen, udane chithi appa amma enai nee ulle poi padu pa endru solinaargal.

Pinbu iruvarum roomkule sendru kathavai saathi thapal potu thirumbi ennai udane chithi kiss seithu lip lock seithaal. Naanum chithiayi kati piodithu aval soothil kai vaithu pisainthukonde jollyaaga kiss seithen, en sunni udane viraithu vitathu. Oru periya glass muzhuvathum paal kudithen alava athan udane energy eari vitathu.

Chithi sema happyaga irunthaal, iruvaum padukaiyil paduthu kati pidithom, pinbu naan chithi mulai meethu kai vaithu kondu irunthen. Pinbu iruvarum dress kayata aarambithom, chithi aval saree matrum jakit kayatinaal. Ulee aninthu iruntha bravaiyum kayatinaal, pavadaiyaiyum kayati nudedaaga paduthaal. Naanum en dress muzhuvathum kayati nudedaaga aval meethu paduthen.

Pinbu chithi en sunniyai pidithu aval kuthi ootaikul vital, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa ithu ena innum inbamaaga irukirathu. Sexiyaaga chithi kuthiyil poolai adi varai iraki matter poda aarambithen, chithi en sothil kaiyai vaithu sunniyai kuthikul irakinaal. Iru periya mulai meethu paduthukondu jollyaga chithiyai matter poten.

Avalai ookum pozhuthu moodu thanga mudiyaamal haa haa endru satham kanbikamal munarinal. Naan ivalavu sexyaana chithiyai oopen endru kanavil kuda ninaithu paarkave ilai. Ipozhuthu santhoshamaagavum sema moodagavaum chithi kuthiyil poolai vitu oothukondu irukiren. Konja neram thaan kuthiyil oothen atharkul enaku vinthu varum sugam vanthu vitathu.

Udane sunniyai veliyil eduthu sirithu neram chithi mulaiyai sappinen, chithi ena da seira seikirama sunniyai kuthikul vidu da endru solinaal. Naan mendum sunniyai kuthikul vitu oothen, apozhuthu chithi vegama sei da endraal. Naanum vegama chithi kuthiyil othu aval pundaiyil vinthu vara vaithen, pinbu en suniyilum ore nerathil vinthu muzhuvathum chithi kuthikul sendrathu.

Pinbu chithi idam iyo kanjai kuthikul iraki vitene endru keten? Athalam onum prachanai ilai enaku kudumba katupadu seithu vitargal endru solinaal. Sari apo adutha muraiyum kanjai kuthikule irakugiren endru soli thamash seithu sirithu sirithu neram ooivu eduthu vitu mendum moondu murai kanju vara angu iravu muzhuvathum chithiyai oothu anuba vaithen. Enathu kama kathaiyai padithu raithatharku nandri, vanakam.

Narrated by Rahul

Hi dosto, main Rahul, pichle baar episode 83 mein padhe ke maine maa aur aunty ke sath bathroom mein kya kiya. Uske baad kareeb 5:30 baje tak maa aur aunty ne milkar mujhse achche se saza katwaayi. Saza mein mere bhi maze the kyu ki zasa ye thi ki unhe poori tarah se sex ka maza dun.

Iske baad yun hi waqt kata. Main living mein TV dekhta baitha aur raat ke liye taakat bhi to sametna tha. Waise aaj raat kya hona tha woh to ab tak tay nahi hua tha. Maa aur aunty apne kamre mein the. Naa jaane in aurato ko kya hota hai itna baat karne ko.

Kareeb 6 baje ke aas-paas darwaze ki ghanti baji. Main samajh gaya ki ye zaroor Bharti hi hogi. Jakar darwaaza khola to woh mujhe upar se neeche dekh andar aane lagi. Maano pooch rahi ho ki kaisa raha.

Yakeenan woh to jaanti hi hogi ki uske naa hone par yaha ghar mein kya hua hoga. Woh andar living mein jaakar baithi apne bandhe baal kholne lagi. Main bhi uske samne wale sofe par ja baitha.

Woh poochi: Aunty aur maa kidhar hai?

Main: Woh dono kamre mein hai.

Bharti tirchi aankho se mujhe dekh muskurakar boli: Kyu, halat kharab kar di kya unn dono ki?

Main hasta hua bola: Hahaha shayad. Tumhe dekhna chahiye tha aaj maine kya kiya undono ke sath!

Bharti: Mmmm, dekhana maine kitchen mein kya kiye aunty ke sath. Usse zyada kya karna?

Main ab use kaise samjhata ki maa aur aunty ke gand ke sath maine konsa khel khela.

Main bola: Hahaha, usse bhi mazedaar.

Bharti: Kya?

Itne mein maa ke kamre ka darwaza khula. Main palat kar dekha to sirf maa aa rahi thi apni usi pardarshi choti si besharmi bhari nighty mein. Par aunty nahi dikhi.

To Bharti se bola: Mom se hi poochlo kya kiya maine.

Maa turant mere kaan pakad dheeme awaaz mein boli: Shhh, Kavita andar hai, sunn sakti hai.

Bharti maa ko dekh halki muskaan de rahi thi. Maano woh mann hi mann maa se pooch rahi ho ki maa bete ne achche se maze liye ya nahi.

Main maa se poocha: Mom, aunty kya kar rahi hai andar?

Maa palat kar apne kamre ke taraf dekh boli: Hahaha! Badi sharma rahi hai bahar aane ke liye.

Maa itne zor se boli. Maano woh mujhe jawaab mein nahi balki kamre ke andar aunty ko sunane ke liye bol rahi ho.

Bharti: Kyu? Kya hua, aunty?

Main: Haan, woh kyu sharma rahi hai.

Itne mein andar kamre se Kavita aunty bhi zor se boli: Tu zyada bol mat Saru. Yaha mujhe phasake tu waha jake zyada na bol.

Maa: Offo, Kavita ab bahar bhi aa, aise kya sharmana? Kam se kam bina kapde ki to nahi ho na, hahaha!

Pata nahi maa aur aunty ke beech kya chal rahi thi. Na hi mujhe aur na hi Bharti ko kuch samajh aa rahi thi.

Maa firse kamre ke taraf dekh boli: Kavita, aa na bahar. Kaonsa yaha koi bahar se mehmaan aaye hue hai?

Main aur Bharti dono jigyasa ke sath maa ke kamre ke taraf dekh rahe the. Jab aunty kamre se jhoota gussa dikhati hui bahar aayi. Aunty maa ki robe pehni hui thi jo unke jangho tak thi.

Waise to mere liye ab unme kuch naya tha nahi lekin fir bhi janghe dikhati hui woh sexy lag rahi thi.

Bharti: Aap robe kyu pehni hui ho?

Kavita aunty maa ko kosti hui boli: Apni aunty se pooch, bewakoof kahi ki.

Maa hasne lagi aur boli: Hahaha! Woh… hahaha! Woh maine iske sare kapde dhone daal diye ek sath.

Kavita aunty: Mujhse pooch to li hoti, kamse kam ek maxi to rakh deti, hadd hi hai.

Main: Are to kya hua aunty. Aap kyu tension le rahi ho?

Bharti kuch nahi bol rahi thi. Bas baith kar apni maa ko janghe dikhati hui dekh rahi thi.

Maa: Haan wahi to. Main bhi boli isko ki yaha Bharti aur tumhare alawa koi nahi. To kya dikkat hai?

Kavita aunty: Dikkat ki baat mat kar Saru, bas besharmi si lagti hai.

Bharti: Offo maa, jaha bhi jaogi aap kuch na kuch bahas karogi hi. Kapde dhulne ke baad pehan lena. Usme kya hai?

Maa: Bharti, iske sade unn nightiyo se achchi cheez di hai ise maine. Par isse dikhani nahi, kahti hai bachche kya kahenge?

Bharti: Aisa kya diya aapne?

Main ab tak soch raha tha ki aunty robe ke andar kuch nahi pehni hai. Par ab mujhe bhi jigyasa hone lagi ki andar kya hai.

Maa: Kavita, ye tera apna ghar hai. Aise kyu bartaaw karti ho jaise ki kisi aur ke ghar aayi ho?

Main: Haan aunty, akhir yaha ham hi to hai. Main to aapke bete jaysa hi hun na.

Ye kahte waqt main aankh ke kone se Bharti ko ek nazar dekha. Woh ajeeb tareeke se mujhe ghoor rahi thi.

Maa: Haan, wahi to, chal khol ye robe.

Kavita aunty: Ehh, nahi-nahi, kapde dhul jane de fir de dungi teri robe.

Maa: Mujhe robe nahi chahiye. Bharti ko dikhao tum kya pehni ho. Zara woh bataye kharab hai ya achchi hai.

Main: Haan aunty dikhaona, kya pehne ho aap.

Maa aur maine to kah diya. Lekin Bharti apne taraf se chup thi to main Bharti se bola: Bharti, bolna aunty se tu bhi.

Bharti apni maa aur fir meri maa ko dekhne lagi to maa boli: Haan beta bolo apni mummy ko. Aise sharmati hai jaise 60 saal ki budhi ho.

Kavita aunty: Tu…tu Saru pagal hai.

Maa tab apni paar darshi choti wali kali nighty ko chor pakad ham sabke samne lahlahati hui.

Boli: Ab dekh mujhe, main ye pehni hun, mujhe kyu sharam aayegi. Bharti meri beti jaisi hai aur Rahul mera apna beta. Tu kyu sabko itna paraay maanti hai?

Maa fir aage badi aur aunty ke robe ke naade ko pakad kheechti hui boli: Kholo isse, warna tujhse aaj koi baat nahi karega yaha.

Kavita aunty maa ki kalaayi pakad boli: Saru nahi, ruk, mat kar Saru.

Par maa kaha sunne wali thi. Meri aur Bharti ki nazar aunty ke robe ke khulne par tikk gayi. Fir aunty ke haato ko hatati hui maa robe ko kholti hui samne se unke peeche gayi. Aur robe ko unke jism se kheech nikali.

Aunty kitni sexy lag rahi thi. Mann kiya ki unpar kood kar bass wahi sabke samne chodhna shuru kar dun. Gulabi rang ki unki itni choti si ek nighty mano naam bhar kapde ke liye.

Nichla chor unki choot se bass thodi neeche khatm hokar unki poori madmast jaangh dikhati hui. Upar boobs ke paas kasi hui jo unke boobs ka poora akaar ubhar ke dikha deti.

Woh itni choti kapde mein bazaar ki koi sasti randi ke tarah lag rahi thi. Badan mein besharmi aur muh par sharam unko kaafi maadak bana rahi thi. Mere short ke andar mera thaka soya lund unko dekh dubara hichkole khane laga.

Aunty sabse pahle mujhe hi dekhi ki meri kya pratikriya hai. Fir muh mein sharam lekar apni beti Bharti ko dekhi. Main turant Bharti ko dekha ki uski kya pratikriya hai. Woh waha apni aankhe phaad apni is naayi maa ko dekh rahi thi.

Maa turant Bharti se poochi: Bharti beta, bolo zara kya ye buri dikh rahi hai.

Bharti: Mmm…main…main kya bolu?

Maa: Offo, Bharti, tumhare karan hi ye aisi hai. Tumhe apni maa ko thodi to fashion ke bare mein sikhani chahiye na. tum khud aise chup rahogi to Kavita to apne armaano ko chupaaye rakhegi na?

Kavita aunty turant maa ko boli: Mere koi armaan nahi aise sab kapde pehanne ke. Tu hi zabardasti pehnaayi mujhe.

Maa unki kuch na suni aur Bharti se firse poochi: Bolo beta, kya kahogi tum ab Kavita ke liye. Kya ye boori dikh rahi hai?

Bharti gale se thook utaar mujhe dekhi aur fir apni maa ko dekh boli: Buri to nahi lag rahi.

Maa: To, achchi lag rahi hai?

Bharti: Hmmm, theek hi hai.

Maa: Offo, saaf-saaf kaho, kya ye sexy nahi lag rahi?

Bharti muskura gayi aur fir boli: Hmmm lag to rahi hai.

Main dekhta raha ye apas mein hi baat kar rahe the. Mano main hun hi nahi to main bola: Mujhse bhi poocho.

Maa hass padi aur boli: Hahaha! Haan-haan batao Rahul, kaisi lag rahi hai Kavita aunty?

Kavita aunty: Offo, ab usse kyu pooch rahe ho?

Aunty ko meri hi raay chahiye thi. Par shayad Bharti ke waha hone ke karan woh aise bol rahi thi. Ye dekh Bharti apni bag ke sath uthi aur waha se nikalti hui boli: Main fresh hokar aati hun.

Shayad Bharti chahti thi ki woh waha se jaaye aur ham sab araam se bina kisi sharam ke baat kar paaye. Khaas kar uski maa Kavita aunty. Bharti apne kamre mein gayi.

Darwaza band hua aur fir Kavita aunty maa ke baah par maar boli: Nalayak, pata nahi Bharti kya sochi hogi mere bare mein.

Maa unki maar par apni baah sahlakar hasti hui boli: Hahaha, chalo ab Rahul se poocho to tum kaisi lag rahi ho?

Kavita aunty mujhe dekh muskurayi. Aur bhawro se aise ishara ki mano pooch rahi ho ki batao kaisi lag rahi hun.

Main turant bola: Ek number sexy lag rahi ho aunty, sachme, looking bomb.

Kavita aunty muh par haat rakh hass padi aur maa boli: Bomb! Pataka lag rahi hai tu. Dekh 19 saal ka ladka tujhe pataka kah raha hai Kavi.

Kavita aunty: Offo ab bass bhi karo tum dono.

Main: Sachme aunty, mann to ho raha hai ki aapko wapas kamre mein le chalu.

Aunty mere sar ke baal sawaarti hui boli: Badmash, itna kiye aaj jee nahi bhara?

Main: Aapka bhara?

Aunty maa ko dekh muskurane lagi to maa boli: Na iski na meri aur naa hi tumhara jee bhara hai sab pata hai sabko.

Main: Woh to hai mom, bass jaldi se sham dhale aur raat wapas aa jaye.

Aunty: Uff, pata nahi iss ladke ki shadi ke baad ye apni biwi ka kya karega.

Maa aur aunty hasne lagi to main bola: Aap dono ho to mujhe shadi karni hi nahi kabhi.

Maa: Chalo-chalo, main chai bana deti hun sabke liye.

Kavita aunty: Haan main bhi aati hun, iss ladke se bohut khatra hai ab mujhe.

Main: Main bhi aata hun na.

Tabhi maa haat dikha kar mujhe rukne ka ishara kar boli: Offo Rahul, yahi raho, hamesha mat chipke raho na. Ab sari masti raat ko.

Ye kahti hui woh dono kitchen ko chale gaye. Main kuch der living mein baitha aunty ke madmast sexy nazare ko dekh raat ke sapne sajane laga. Kuch hi der mein Bharti ke kamre ka darwaza khula.

Waha se jab Bharti nikli to mere lund ne jhatka de diya. Main samajh gaya ki ab maa ke sath beti bhi apni sharam kisi dabbe mein band kar samundar mein phek aayi hai.

Bharti apne kamre se sirf ek full sleave kale rang ki shirt pehan kar aa rahi thi. Shirt lambi to thi par uski janghe aadhe se bhi zyada dikha rahi thi. Mujhe dekh woh jaan gayi ki main use kaise nihaar raha hun.

Woh muskaan deti hui mere paas chalkar aane lagi. Use dekh english filmo ki ladkiya yaad aa rahi thi jo sex ke baad shirt pehan kar subah uthti hai. Woh mere samne ke sofe par aakar baith bhawro se aisa ishara kardi ki kya hua.

Main uski chikni jangho ke pradarshan ko dekh dheemi awaaz mein bola: Sexy lag rahi ho yaar.

Bharti bhi dheemi awaaz mein boli: Shhh! Chup.

Main aage kuch na bola kyu ki paas hi kitchen mein maa aur aunty the. Maa se to koi dikkat nahi. Lekin aunty agar hamari baat sunnli to kafi dikkat hoti. Kuch der baad maa aur aunty kitchen se chai lekar aane lagi.

Jaise hi aunty Bharti ko dekhi woh bhadak uthi.

Kavita aunty: Bharti! Kya pehanke baithi hai tu?

Maa Bharti ko dekhi aur main aunty ko. Bharti apni shirt ke nichle sire ko neeche kheech boli: Kya hua, shirt hi to hai?

Kavita aunty: Haan to neeche kya pant ya payjama pehanna bhool gayi?

Maa chai table par rakh Bharti ke bagal baith gayi. Bharti sofe se cushion lekar apni god mein rakh boli: To kya hua shirt pehni hun na, nangi to nahi baithi hun.

Maa: Kavita tu baith udhar pahle. Aise chilla ke mat baat karo na bachchi se.

Aunty mere bagal sofe par jaa baithi aur maa se boli: Sarika tu ab iska sath mat le. Subah swim suit pehani woh maani mein par ye bhi koi tareeka hai?

Bharti: Aap khud kya pehni ho woh dekhona. Mujhe kyu kah rahi ho?

Kavita aunty: Dekha Saru, issi liye main ye nahi pehanna chahti thi. Ab ye apni besharmi ka ilzaam mujhpar lagayegi.

Maa mujhe dekhi aur fir Kavita aunty se boli: Offo Kavita, Bharti ghar pe hi to hai. Yaha koi aur thodi aaya hai ya ayega.

Kavita aunty mujhe dekhi aur fir maa se boli: To kya hua, Rahul hai yaha? Kya ise bilkul sharam nahi?

Maa: Kavita, bas kar ab tu, aur waise bhi Rahul iska bhai hai. Behan ko bhai se kya sharam aur waise bhi ye bina kapdo ke to nahi baithi haina. Tange hi to dikh rahi hai.

Kavita aunty: Haan to tange aise koi…

Bharti aunty ko tokti hui boli: Aap khud apni tange dikha kar baithi hai to koi dikkat nahi. Rahul hai to bhi koi dikkat nahi. Main kuch pehnu ya na pehnu to aape pahad toot girti hai.

Maa: Kavita, tu chai pee.

Aunty gusse ke sath chai ki cup leti hui boli: Teri beti Teena aise kare to yahi kahna tu.

Maa aunty ke gusse par hass padi aur boli: Hahaha, tubhi na, Bharti bhi meri beti jaisi hi hai. Ye agar galat karegi to main khud daantugi. Par abhi mujhe kuch galat nahi dikh rahi.

Kavita aunty: Haan to rakhle ise apne hi paas, nalayak ladki.

Maa Bharti ke haat mein chai deti hui aunty se boli: Haan haan, kyu nahi, rakhlungi ise.

Maa fir mujhe dekh mazaak banati hui aunty se boli: Aur tu iss nalayak ko rakh lo.

Kavita aunty: Dekh Saru tu mazaak na bana.

Shayad maa chahti thi ki aunty ka gussa kaise bhi khatm kar de. Issi liye woh mazaak bana rahi thi aur aage boli: Mazaak kaha karr rahi hun, aaj se ye gadha tumhara, ja rakhle.

Iss baat par Bharti hass padi. Maa mazaak bana rahi thi par khamakha mujhe hi nalayak gadha sab kah rahi thi. Main chup-chap sochta raha ki bolu to kya bolu?

Kavita aunty chidti hui boli: Haan-haan rakh lungi, agar tu sachme dede to Rahul ko rakh hi lungi iss kambakt ke badle.

Maa: Hahaha! Theek hai to rakhlo. Jab apne ghar jaogi to le jana ise.

Aunty mujhe dekh muskura gayi aur fir wapas gambbheer hokar boli: Beta Rahul. Tu na apne kamre mein hi so. Iss nalayak ladki ke liye tu kyu sofe par sota hai. chahiye to woh soyegi yaha, ya fir jaaye ghar wapas.

Maa: Are are Kavita, kya bol rahi ho. Bharti ladki hai, woh kaise sofe par soyegi.

Kavita aunty: Kyu iski kamar akad jayegi kya? Rahul abse apne kamre mein hi rahega. Use sofe par sone ki zarurat nahi.

Maa: Theek hai to aisa hua to Kavita tu hi sofe par so aaj. Bharti mere sath mere kamre mein rahegi.

Main ek tak maa ko to kabhi aunty ko dekhta raha ki inki baate kaha jaa rahi hai.

Tabhi Bharti boli: Haan aunty main to aaj aapke kamre mein rahungi. Maa hi rahe sofe par, unko Rahul ki badi chinta hai na.

Maa Bharti ke kandhe par haat rakh boli: Haan beta tum abse mere kamre mein raho. Apne samaan tum mere kamre mein le aao Rahul ke kamre se.

Main sochta raha ki ye kya ho gaya. Agar maa Bharti ke sath rahi to kahi aisa to nahi ki maa mujhe aur Bharti ko ek sath maze lene ka maoka bana ke de rahi hai? Ye soch main chup raha.

Par tabhi aunty boli: Haan to ja, main Rahul ke sath uske kamre mein rah lungi, badi aayi.

Bharti chai peekar khatm ki. Fir apne kamre ko jaati hui boli: To fir main apna samaan Rahul ke kamre se aunty ke kamre mein rakh deti hun.

Ye kah kar woh tirchi nazar se mujhe dekh jaane lagi. Main aunty ke samne Bharti ko ghoorna nahi chahta tha. Issi liye palat kar dekhne nahi gaya. Yaha maa aur aunty apas mein kit-pit baate karne lag gayi.

Kuch 5-minute baad Bharti mere kamre se apni kitaab aur bag lekar nikli. Main mud kar dekha to waha se woh bhi mujhe dekhti hui maa ke kamre mein chali gayi.

Main yahi sochta raha ki aaj raat ab kya hoga. Aunty ke sath hone par maa se pooch bhi nahi sakta tha ki unke mann mein kya hai. Fir kuch der baad maa aur aunty kitchen chale gaye aur sab apne apne kaam mein lag gaye.

To be continued. Apne rai vimarsh aur kahani jaldi milne ke liye mujhe mail kare [email protected] par.

Hello, my dear readers of ISS. This is the immediate continuation of the previous part.

“It doesn’t seem to go as expected. But he is a lovely young man. After I’ve satisfied Manoj, let me give him my all in the way he is most comfortable,” Deepti thought.

A good half hour entailed spanking, intense flogging, insults, spitting, kicking, pinching, and slapping. Deepti dragged the doggo by the leash while pulling Kishen by his dick.

She brought them to the bedroom where Kishen’s shorts lay in a corner. The doggo immediately sniffed it for a while and then sat up on all fours. “Stay! and don’t be a bad dog…” Deepti ordered. The doggo seemed to understand and wagged its ‘tail’ before sitting down.

Deepti then turned to Kishen and winked with a smile. From her looks he understood that she was now all his. Taking their sweet time as the doggo watched, they smooched, and fondled each other’s privates. They felt one other in entirety and fell on the bed—like long lost lovers.

Deepti changed her demeanor to allow Kishen to make love to her in the only way he knew how to. On all fours on the bed with her bottom facing the doggo, she began blowing Kishen.

Kishen could see utmost arousal in the doggo’s eyes. The most respected and highly regarded member of his building was sitting like a horny dog. He was watching his supremely obedient wife getting pounded by a young lad.

“What could be the pleasure in that?” Kishen wondered. He still found it hard to look authoritatively at the eyes of Manoj sir.

“Neetu may have taken your virginity, but your little hole is all mine,” said Deepti.

She then turned Kishen around, made him sit on all fours and began licking his asshole. The hairs on his skin stoop up in jolt as her wet tongue touched his hole for the first time ever.

Sitting on her knees, she began to tongue-fuck him. Kishen learned that his butthole is more responsive to slimy tongues than a touch-me-not plant’s sensitivity to human touch. He could barely contain the feeling.

“No wonder dad enjoys it so much,” he thought. Reflecting on when he peeked to Sunil being fingered by Usha aunty and Savitri.

“Finger me too,” Kishen said trying hard to speak from the pleasure of being licked.

“Too?!? Who else am I fingering?” asked Deepti.

“I…ah…I meant… just me,” clarified Kishen.

“With pleasure. Kishen. Get up and step forward,” responded Deepti.

She had him bend over with his hands on the headboard of the bed for support. Spreading his ass cheeks with with the fingers of her left hand, she licked the middle and point fingers of her right hand and began pressing his hole. Each of her presses was firmer than the last.

In the process, her lips pouted mildly, blowing on and around his crack. Sending cold shivers throughout his bottom, and hips.

“Relax your thighs, it might feel weird at first, and I may not put it all the way in unless I’m sure your bowel is empty,” said Deepti.

Kishen nodded in agreement.

“Don’t be too concerned, just take pleasure in your asshole being stretched, nothing more nothing less. Don’t expect anything else. Agree?” she added.

Kishen nodded, breathing heavily in anticipation. He could also hear the heavy breathing of Manoj sir. He dared not to look back. Deepti slowly slid her middle finger in and began wiggling it. Kishen felt numb vibrations originating from the periphery of his hole’s hole.

Although he felt nothing more, for some reason, he didn’t want Deepti to stop either. He liked the way his lower bottom felt and vibrated. His right hand automatically began stroking his dick. He could feel more of Deepti’s middle finger slide inside him.

The ‘weird’ pleasurable sensation amped correspondingly.

“Its pleasurable, but not the way I imagined it would feel,” he thought.

Deepti began wiggling her finger finger rigorously.

“Slow down, please,” Kishen asked instantly. Deepti obliged. She knew he was zoning in and out of prostrate stimulation, trying to get to the perfect pace and pressure. Kishen couldn’t get enough of it. He had her finger wiggle in him until her hand ached.

“That felt weird but insanely pleasurable,” Kishen said after a goof while, as he turned back and knelt in front of Deepti,

“Lucky there was no poop involved. I was a bit scared about it. I didn’t go all the way in though,” said Deepti as she giggled and licked her finger.

“I need to go to the loo,” said Kishen.

“Its just a sensation, your butthole nerves are confused,” said Deepti. “It will go after a while, Kishen.”

Deepti proceeded to kiss Kishen on his lips. She could sense gratitude in the way he intimately reciprocated her kiss. After all, she introduced him to a special kind of sensation. Deepti and Kishen transitioned from smooching to the 69 position.

She went on to embrace his body through a series of cuddles and positions that assured maximum skin-to-skin contact. They curled like snakes, teased and tongue-explored each other’s genitalia like monkeys. They rolled over each other like bears, forgetting that they were being watched by the doggo.

Deepti sat on Kishen’s face, almost burying it between her plump thighs and fleshy pussy. His fingers explored her asshole, much like how she had done it to him. She oozed her liquids like a leaking tap. The juices overload even choked Kishen.

Manoj the doggo sat at the corner watching them in action and pleasured itself. Letting Kishen know that she came to know from Neetu that he is yet to experience anal. She proudly, honourably and ritualistically made herself the owner of the first butthole that Kishen would ever fuck.

But little did she know, she was awakening a beast within Kishen. Hearing Deepti yell, “Destroy that butthole,” snapped something in him. He could no longer hold his urges to go into beast mode. Something which he himself never knew was part of his sexuality until a while back.

Deepti began hearing bestial grunts that deepened in sync with hard thrusts on her asshole and tighter grips on her hips. The couple’s plans didn’t appear to falter after all! Even the doggo wiggled in excitement.

“Bitch..bitch…bitch…”

Deepti heard Kishen utter, trying his best to suppress the voice.

“I am a degenerate, Kishen! Treat me as such. I don’t deserve your tender love,” yelled Deepti.

“Shut the fuck up, Bitch!” shouted Kishen at the top of his voice. As though his voice was breaking free of something that suppressed it.

“AAAWOOOO,” the doggo howled in excitement just then.

“Watch me decimate your mistress,” Kishen shouted at the doggo while still pumping Deepti hard.

The observer part of Kishen wanted to break off and break down laughing after hearing the howl. But that part was far too weak with the transcendental insurgence of his new avatar.

That moment on, Kishen was fully carried away in testing his limits in inflicting pleasurable pain and in getting down and dirty. Holding Deepti by the neck, he kissed her deep and hard that her lips started to swell.

He head-fucked her on the bed like a maniac. With the affirmation that he wouldn’t stop even if her neck sprained. He thrust his tool deep in her mouth and held it there while he kept her nose pinched from breathing.

“Femdom Whore,” “Slut Cunt.” “Sadistic Horny Bitch,” Kishen hurled at Deepti throughout their long session. She couldn’t get enough it, just like Manoj sir.

Kishen somehow couldn’t stop himself from biting harder. Deepti’s lips, earlobes, nipples and even her clit. He aggressively licked her pussy clean like the wrapper of melted chocolate candy. His tongue didn’t even spare a millimetre of her gaping butthole.

Like a horny beast, he tried to widen her asshole by stretching it with the ‘claws’ of his hands and voraciously tongue fucking it. He fist fucked her vagina like his hands were the shaft of a motor. Kishen’s uninhibited flogging was hard.

At the end of the session, red lines crisis-crossed her dusky, smooth breasts, butt cheeks, bareback, plump thighs, and abdomen. It took quite a few ejaculations—some even without a drop of cum–and exhaustion for Kishen to return to his normal self.

Manoj sir and Deepti witnessed Kishen evolve from the tender and innocent love-maker, who just surrendered his virginity the other day, to a ruthless lust monger. They knew that he would later come to his senses and be guilty and ashamed of his newfound aggressive sexual potential.

They hoped he would learn to tame it in time and with enough experience. Enough to match with the tolerance- and tenderness-factor of his partners. They were aware of the possibility that he might also balance out his tendencies with a craving to be on the submissive end of BDSM, like Manoj sir.

They weren’t sure how things would turn out. No one can be sure, for that matter. But they knew that he was also embarking on a journey similar to what they’d been through.

The session ended with Manoj sir being freed of his physical bondage. But not his character, yet. He was made to lick Kishen’s cum off Deepti’s face and body. Under Deepti’s command, he was even made to drink the water that a ‘tired’ Kishen poured into Deepti’s butthole with a straw.

Manoj sir then followed her to the bathroom. She peed on his face while stroking and blowing him in the 69 position. Kishen watched Manoj sir shiver from cumming explosively.

“You see that, Kishen? That’s the beauty of edging,” said Deepti.

Kishen found it all the more arousing. He began wondering what it would feel like to be at the receiving end like Manoj sir. Manoj sir came out of his submissive character and got his piss-drenched body up from the bathroom tiles.

“Whew, that was a unique experience. Thank you so so much, Kishen beta. We need to talk a bit before you can finish,” said Manoj sir.

As a token of gratitude, the two males worked together to finger Deepti on the bathroom floor until she cum again. The three of them then proceed to shower.

The time was nearing midnight.

Deepti went back to being the soft-spoken, husband-respecting being. So did Manoj sir, sporting his de-facto natural personality that commanded everyone’s respect. On the other hand, Kishen gained newfound knowledge of his sexuality.

“What the fuck was I doing?” Kishen wondered.

Deepti and Manoj sir noticed that. Having come ‘down to earth’, Kishen was becoming embarrassingly aware of his aggressive sexual tendencies. He had seen all over Deepti’s body, the marks of the flogging he inflicted on her like a maniac.

Seeing him apologetic, they advised him on the importance of ‘taming’ his tendencies. They conveyed how it is something that’s not to be ashamed of.

“I have been so pleasurably worn and torn that nothing can probably hurt me anymore, Kishen. I may be wrong, though. It would be good to be considerate of everyone’s safety, especially if you are not aware of the sexual wavelength of your partner. Let’s see how you perform next time,” said Deepti.

“The way we on-boarded you was also abrupt. I was winging in. It usually involves a lot of intimacy, normal sex, and discussion. There ought to have been a safe word communicated to you,” said Manoj sir. “Like how we on-boarded Neetu.”

Kishen learned that the younger the person fucking Deepti or BDSM-ing Manoj sir, the more aroused he becomes. He learned how Deepti worked to pique Neetu’s interest in being a dominatrix to Manoj sir soon after she turned 19. Neetu honoured it as recently as the day she took Kishen’s virginity.

“There is something special about how her pointy high-heels penetrate my bottom,” remarked Manoj sir. Reminiscing his BDSM sessions with Neetu.

“Would you have expected me to dominate you, Manoj?” asked Kishen.

“Please address him as sir, as you used to call him, Kishen. Nothing changes once we are out of the session” interrupted Deepti.

“I’m sorry. ‘Manoj sir’?” Kishen corrected himself.

“Appreciate it, Kishen. And to answer your question, no. I would not have wanted that. Male-on-male domination is not my thing. But I love to see my dominating mistress being dominated over. Do you get what I mean? You did just the right thing.” answered Manoj sir.

“Yes, sir,” Kishen added.

“You don’t need to call me sir all the time. Just make sure you exhibit respect, like before. That would be more than enough,” responded Manoj sir.

Deepti also told Kishen how Manoj sir equally enjoys the normal kind of sex. She is very selective in ‘involving’ people with the right mentality and integrity in their BDSM session. Kishen understood that she would in no way risk Manoj sir being judged for his very natural tendencies.

“I planned to have Neetu deliberately bad-mouth Manoj earlier today to test your character,” added Deepti.

Deepti also expressed to Kishen the idea of a BDSM foursome involving Neetu.

Kishen wondered if they knew his and Neetu’s parents were fucking. He didn’t care to ask. The subject no longer qualified to be the sensation until a couple of days before when he was a sex-starved virgin. He had his sexual indulgences and secrets now.

He felt he should uncover his parents’ secrets rather than involve anyone. He knew that they’d planned something for Saturday, the next day. Besides, he also understood from Deepti and Manoj sir how sexual indulgences ought to have certain discretion.

Kishen decided not to reveal anything about Manoj sir and Deepti to Tariq or his friends until he was sure it would not harm them remotely.

Kishen couldn’t wait to meet Neetu and thank her for everything she did for him. But she had already gone to her in-laws, and he hadn’t the slightest clue as to when she would come back.

Kishen stayed back at Manoj sir’s home for the night. He slept on the sofa, wearing a lungi that Manoj sir lent him. As he was leaving, he asked Deepti if she could return Usha’s used pantie that he flicked.

“That has already been made impure by my hubby. I will give you another one,” said Deepti. She returned to her room with a shoebox containing a few used panties.

“Take one pantie, but don’t look,” Deepti instructed playfully.

Deepti’s panties would serve him equally well in his alone time. He picked one and stuffed in his pocket.

“I am guessing you’d return Usha aunty’s pantie to Neetu. Please don’t tell that I stole it or that I have feelings for her mom,” replied Kishen.

“I don’t think she would mind. I don’t know. But don’t worry. I wont tell. I will manage. And we’ll return your shorts after washing,” assured Deepti as she and Manoj sir sent Kishen off.

Walking back to his house and recollecting the events that transpired, Kishen was struck by a few surprising realizations.

“That was Deepti’s panties in Usha aunty’s heap of dirty laundry, wasn’t it? How did it get there? How had Manoj sir recognized the smell of Usha aunty’s panties?!? Why didn’t these occur to me earlier?

To be continued. Reach me at [email protected] for feedback and casual messaging.

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Coming to the story, Rashmi is the heroine of this story. Rashmi was born and brought up in Bangalore. She belonged to one of the wealthiest families with loads of ancestral properties. The family wealth made Rashmi grow as an attitude girl.

She spent lavishly enjoying her teenage to the fullest. She found no interest in her studies. Rashmi was one of the naughty girls in her college. She switched her boyfriends with the moody wishes of her mind.

Rashmi’s father was a very rigid, old-fashioned, and righteous man. Rashmi had to hide her college affairs from her parents. Lots of relatives surrounded Rashmi’s family as they were rich.

One of her relatives had brought Rashmi’s affairs to the notice of her father. Her father became furious and whipped her up. Rashmi had promised her father she won’t be roaming with any boys.

Instead of keeping up with the promise Rashmi went a step ahead by losing her virginity. Rashmi’s boyfriends belonged to elite families. Even after changing multiple boyfriends, she always felt something a miss. She started getting attracted to rusty, dark, manly rugged boys (Especially slum boys)

She controlled this urge out of the scare of her dad. By mistake, at the age of 22, she became pregnant. She quickly went for an abortion without the knowledge of her parents. Her father was a very big man in society. A few days after the abortion, he came to know about it.

He immediately stopped her college. He confiscated her phone to cut off all her social media access, and house arrested her. Her father told Rashmi about his decision to marry her off. Her father urgently discussed with many individuals in his community and found a guy.

The guy was around 12 years older than Rashmi. He was managing a huge farm at Kanakapura in Bangalore. Rashmi fought against the decision of her dad. Rashmi agreed when her father started crying in front of her. She married Puneet as per her dad’s wishes.

Puneet was successful in satisfying his sexual urges of Rashmi. Rashmi was a very beautiful girl. Puneet felt very lucky to have her in his life. Rashmi being a college slut knew how to make Puneet her pet dog.

Puneet fell for the deep love and beauty of Rashmi. Rashmi was indeed a hot girl. Puneet banged her in all the positions and exotic locations. Rashmi started living a satisfied family life with Puneet.

Puneet renovated the house, adding an independent floor for Rashmi. He appointed workers for all the household chores. Rashmi lived a luxurious satisfied life.

After 5 years of marriage, Rashmi is a mother of two kids. Puneet was not able to fuck her as madly as was at the beginning days of her marriage. These days Puneet’s dick hardly stays hard for more than a minute. Rashmi opted for Puneet’s love over sexual hunger.

One night, Rashmi was feeling very horny. She told her husband to come home early. Puneet’s cock did not cooperate to fulfil Rashmi. Puneet was very poor in foreplay too. Rashmi was so horny that she pushed Puneet’s head between her heavy thighs to lick her pussy and clitoris.

Puneet licked for some time but did not make Rashmi cum. She was very unsatisfied. She smiled at Puneet, not to disappoint him. She checked the clock, and the time was 11 at night.

She was very upset and frustrated. She wore a jacket and strolled out onto the dark agricultural field. The weather was very cold, with a cool breeze. She walked slowly, shivering. After walking for a while, she stopped dead on hearing the sounds of the moans of a lady.

Her subconscious recognized the sounds of the moan. But she couldn’t believe it without seeing. Rashmi thought for a second and decided to return home. As she turned to go home, her horny mind stopped her.

She removed her sandals and walked barefoot silently towards the source of the moan. She froze on seeing a tall man pumping a lady in the doggy vigorously. Oh god! Her pussy instantly became wet, and her mouth became dry.

She could not recognize the tall, dark man pumping none other than her maid Ratnamma. Rashmi stares with popped-out eyes and an open mouth. The dark man was not Ratnamma’s husband because Rashmi knew him, and he looked in his early 30s. Ratnamma, on the other hand, was around 47 years of age.

The dark man had pulled Ratnamma’s hair forcefully in one hand and pumped his cock harder with a sound of a thump. Rashmi had her heartbeat rise seeing the hard pumps of the dark man.

Rashmi continued to see the hard fuck in doggy style. After a few thrusts, the dark man pulled out his gigantic cock. Rashmi had her mouth open, seeing the thick nervy cock. Rashmi’s hands involuntarily travel down between her legs towards her pussy.

The dark man turned Ratnamma around, and his big hands started squeezing the huge saggy boobs of Ratnamma. Ratnamma was enjoying the fuck with loud, pleasured moans. Rashmi saw that the dark man had spread Ratnamma’s saree over the muddy ground.

Ratnamma opened her legs wide apart. The dark man held the legs and lifted them. Rashmi started caressing her wet, flared pussy lips. The dark man positioned his cock and drove the cock into her slowly. He then started drilling harder and harder to loud pleasure moans.

Rashmi, in no time, had her pussy slimy with cum, hearing the moans and huge breaths of the dark man. After a long drill, the dark man pulled out his cock. The man grabbed Ratnamma’s boobs and squeezed them. His other hand shook his cock to cum.

Ratnamma caught the dick of the dark man, and she started sucking the hairy dark cock. Rashmi stood in the dark, watching this wild encounter. She started imagining getting drilled like a slut in an unkempt location like the one in front of her.

Rashmi squeezed her huge tits with one hand, and her other hand massaged her pussy. Seeing the housemaid suck the cock of a younger man made Rashmi slutty. Rashmi started fingering her warm pussy. Ratnamma’s blowjob made the cock harder again.

The dark man made the maid kneel and spread her legs wide apart. He grabbed the sides of her thighs and pushed his hard cock with a huge thrust again. Ratnamma gave a pleasured moan. Hearing the moan of Ratnamma made Rashmi shoot her cum.

The dark man had a huge erection and was much thicker than her husband. Rashmi’s heartbeat was racing as the dark man continued pumping her maid harder and harder. Rashmi did not feel right and walked back home.

Rashmi’s eyes could doze off the whole night. She tried to hug and play with her hubby’s cock. The memory of the dark man’s cock was running through her head. Her husband’s cock did not bulge while she played.

She felt very disappointed and went to shower. She poured chilling cold water to reduce the body heat generated by the incident between her maid and the dark man. She dried herself and returned to bed. She covered herself in the thick blanket but had no sleep yet.

She then fingered herself, relishing the moments in the field, and cum, drenching her underpants. Sleep came to her in the early hours of the morning. The next day she explained the incident to her closest Bangalore Tamil friend Priyanka.

Priyanka suggested Rashmi on exploring getting banged by the dark man. Rashmi could not go out of the house because her husband catered to all her needs. She was unsure of the secrecy the dark man could hold. Cheating with the dark man would only end up breaking her marriage.

Priyanka then suggested to Rashmi that she could return to her old boyfriends. They will go crazy to satisfy her. But Rashmi was not interested in having sex with any of her old boyfriends. Rashmi was aroused and horny that she needed someone to fuck her madly and satisfy her sexual urges.

But she needed all this safe and secret. Priyanka introduced Rashmi to me through telegram. Priyanka was a regular reader friend of mine. But I have not got a chance to fuck and taste Priyanka. Priyanka being a married lady, was a chat friend of mine.

She loved chatting about her fantasies, like cuckold sex and sex with a stranger in her husband’s next room (adventure sex). Rashmi read some of my stories and agreed to meet. We exchanged pictures before meeting through the telegram app in self-destruct.

Rashmi was a hot Indian Milf with hefty assets. She was a very fair-skinned lady with huge tits and a wide shaky ass. I had an instant boner seeing her picture. I immediately replied to her that I was interested in her. She, too, liked my picture and agreed to meet.

Rashmi was staying at Kanakapura, which is around 70 km from my place, a one-and-a-half-hour drive. Rashmi’s husband was into politics, a famous personality I was unaware of. Rashmi explained the plan.

Rashmi was part of a huge family staying in a Bungalow surrounded by agricultural land with a ragi plantation.

In the next part: Reach the location with full plantation green lands. Hurried breathless wild kissing inside and around Banana plantations. Milky huge breasts squeezed to a pulp and thumped her hard over the mud to shouts of moans. Eating her fair-toned body every bit.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

Hi all, myself Bala an IT engineer currently working in NJ, USA. I am a normal built person with a 6-inch long and 3-inch thick dick.

Without any delay, let’s get into the story that happened recently. After submitting my last story, I was not expecting any feedback or calls for sex. One day, I got a chat request from Naina. We had a very slow interaction in the beginning. I wasn’t sure if she want to have sex with me or just writing for feedback or just a fake person pretending to be a lady.

Anyways, I took a chance and we chatted for a few days like normal stuff and got to know each other. One day, I asked for a pic of her and waited for half a day and didn’t get any reply. I thought it was a fake person and tried to ignore the chat.

The next day when I was at work and had some free time, I just went to Google chat without any expectations. I had a message waiting along with a picture. In the picture, this beautiful 37-year-old desi housewife was wearing a black saree with loose curly hair and some light makeup.

From looking at the pic, I realized the woman in the pic was a classy lady. But I still had doubts as it could just be a picture downloaded from the internet. With that suspicion in the back of my mind, I continued to chat. But I couldn’t resist and asked if the pic was real and asked for a video call. She agreed to it.

It was a Saturday morning around 11. I was sitting in my car and started video-calling her. I was like, no, she is not going to answer. But she answered it and there was a beautiful woman in pajamas sitting on a couch and drinking coffee. I couldn’t believe my eyes, she was even more beautiful without any make-up and even skinnier than in the saree.

I praised her beauty and got along well and chatted for a few minutes and hung up. Our chats became regular and one day, I asked her, “What is it that you seek from these conversations?”

She didn’t answer and kept skipping the topic every time I brought it up. So I assumed this sexy desi housewife might be interested in having sex with me but feeling shy to tell to me.

Then I openly said, “I want to fuck you hard and rough in all holes.” She didn’t say anything, so I took that as a passive yes and went talking dirty boldly.

After a while, she agreed to meet me but not without giving me some trouble. I suggested a place near me as I couldn’t host at my place for some reason. She suggested an even better hotel in NYC with the Hudson River view in midtown.

So I booked the room for the date and we agreed to meet. After making the reservations, I suggested Tamana to bring a friend or her husband if she was comfortable with it. She showed me another picture of her friend Naina. Naina was a friend of her same age with beautiful curves. Her lips were so sexy and like a bow. I was really attracted to Naina’s lips. Man, they were such beautiful soft lips anyone would like to kiss and suck those lips forever and ever.

I suggested that Tania bring Naina along with her. She said she will try and I persuaded her to create a group chat with Naina. Soon, we became good friends and were getting along well.

The planned day came and the plan was to meet at the hotel. Tamana and Naina were coming from Seattle to NYC. I went to the hotel and checked in afternoon as I requested an early check-in.

I was waiting for them to show up. My heart started beating fast with all the excitement. After some 30 minutes, I received a call from Tamana and I went to receive and bring them to the room.

We met in the lobby, I was really shocked to see these two beauties. Tamana and Naina were two beautiful women. They were waiting in the lobby, sitting on the couch. They were very classy and elegant.

We greeted each other and started to walk to our suite room. Let me tell you about the suite room, it comes with a mini-bar and jacuzzi but was very pricy. But it was worth it to pay for these beautiful women.

Soon after we entered the room, we started talking about how the journey was and other stuff. I checked the minibar and poured 3 glasses of whiskey for all 3 of us. We gulped it bottoms up. Naina wanted to take a shower badly and excused herself to take shower.

I and Tamana were facing each other. I slowly started moving close to her to keep the conversation going. Tamana kept talking but it was not getting into my head because I was really horny after seeing those desi women and my dick had become hard.

I stepped away and fixed another glass for each of us. We did bottoms up again, this time a small drop of whiskey got away from her mouth and was stuck at the corner in between her lips. I went close to her and licked it. She was surprised by it. I was not sure what came over me. She was shocked and asked for another pour of whiskey. I fixed a glass and handed it over to her. She drank it again in one go but this time, there was no drop left.

I wanted to kiss her so I took advantage like the last time and went close to lick it again. But she stopped me and said, “What are you doing?”

I said I don’t want to let the sweetest whiskey drop fall from your mouth and started kissing her lips slowly and sucking them. After a couple of minutes, she started responding too and before we knew it, we were fighting with our tongues and exchanging saliva.

Then I moved my hands to her boobs and measured them, they were big 34D. I started pressing her boobs and slowly moved my hand inside her top over the bra. She was wearing a lace bra from the touch of it.

I kept kissing her and put my hand inside her bra and moved toward her nipples. I felt her nipple getting hard. I pinched it with my two fingers and she moaned in my mouth. I took it as a sign and kept pressing her boobs hard. Every time I squeezed her nipples, the hot desi Indian housewife moaned in my mouth.

I finally broke the kiss and asked her to remove the top, which she removed. As soon as she removed her top, my eyes glued to her cleavage which was very white. It was like a valley between two mountains.

I went straight to her cleavage and kissed there. Slowly, I moved to her nipples and started giving small bites over the lace bra, making it wet with my saliva.

I did not bother to ask her and removed the shoulder straps and moved her bra down and started sucking those nipples and giving small bites in between. Every time I bit her nipple, she made a small noise as if she was breathing through her mouth and pressing my head more toward her boobs. All this time, we were doing it while standing.

Then I made her sit on the bed and kneeled down to suck her boobs directly. I was sucking and kneading her breasts like dough. I made her lie down and went back to her lips and smooched again. Now I was kissing all over her face and I was on her right side lying on the bed and kissing all over her face. I slowly went to her ears. My hot breath over her ears made her horny and I also liked to kiss and suck her ears and earlobes. It always worked like a magic on sensitive women.

I was sucking her ears and making her even hornier than she was. While doing all this, I was pressing her boobs and pinching her nipples. Then I moved my hand over her leggings, right over the pussy, and kind of sensed that it became bet. I said to her, “You are really horny, and seems like you want a rough pounding.”

She didn’t respond but kept quiet. I didn’t bother or care to ask and inserted my hand in her leggings and started to rub over her panties and feel the pussy. After a few seconds, I really felt a wet patch on her panty. I moved her panty from the side and touched it with my fingers and she jerked a bit.

I continued sucking her ears, earlobes, and neckline from right to left and left to right while playing with her pussy and rubbing my fingers over her pussy. I was running my middle finger along the length of her pussy and felt the warmth.

Now I understood the desi housewife was in a lot of heat and inserted one finger in her pussy and started doing to-and-fro motion at the entrance of her hole. Slowly, I inserted one finger in her pussy and fucked her with my fingers and went back to kissing her lips.

She held my head and started kissing me back. I increased my pace of finger penetration and also did tongue fighting with a kiss. I inserted my pointing finger along with my middle finger and it went in smoothly because her pussy was already wet. She didn’t feel any discomfort. I took it as a sign and finger-fucked her while playing with her tongue.

Our tongues kept overlapping and touching each other for dominance. I increased my finger penetration speed without telling her and now she started to moan loudly in my mouth. I broke the kiss and finger fucked her fast and rough without any mercy. I could feel her G-spot with my middle finger. Every time I touched her G-spot, she was arching back and moaned loudly.

I kept finger fucking her and pressing her boobs hard until she released a huge load of white discharge in her pussy while holding the sheets really hard with her hands and making my fingers look as if they were taken from inside a maida just mixed with water.

I removed my fingers and started licking my fingers. They were a bit salty. I let her catch her breath and then went on my knees again to check her pussy. A small white discharge was coming out of her pulsating pussy hole. I couldn’t resist anymore and started licking her discharge with my tongue and then into my mouth.

After cleaning out all that was coming out of her pussy hole, I kept kissing her pussy and started eating her pussy while she was resting on the bed with her feet over my shoulders. I kept licking, eating and giving small bites in between, and finally, I inserted my tongue in her pussy and started tongue-fucking the desi housewife.

She had just released a huge load but I also wanted to hear her moan loudly and release in my mouth directly this time. So I went back to licking the pussy along the vertical lips and made my way down to the bottom of her pussy.

I gave a kiss between her pussy and ass hole and noticed she jerked a bit. Slowly, I started sucking her pussy from top to bottom right before her ass hole. Sometimes in between, I even go further down to her ass hole.

After a few seconds, I spread her ass cheeks and inserted my tongue in her ass hole. She gave a small moan and jerked. I took it as a positive sign and kept doing it until she got into the mood again. She fucked my mouth while she held my head almost as if she was pushing a vibrator in her ass hole herself.

Now she started moaning loudly and I went back to her pussy hole by spreading her lips and licking her pussy interior. She held my head and did it herself and came inside my mouth directly with a huge moan.

After that, I stood up as my knees were paining from the continuous licking. I could also use a drink because she released a huge load directly in my mouth and I swallowed it. A minor discomfort in my throat, so I fixed a drink for myself and poured another for Tamana. But she refused to drink anymore and stated that she might fall asleep because of the drinks and the feeling to relax after cumming so much.

So I suggested her give me a blowjob to not fall asleep. She got on her knees quickly and started pulling my pants and undies together. (As I mentioned earlier, I have a 6-inch dick. I would not say I have a large dick or fuck for hours like some people. I will keep the story real and narrate how it happened.)

She looked at my semi-erect penis and said, “It is not that big.”

I told her it will be hard once she start to suck and asked her to suck it slowly. She started with kisses and was doing it as if she was giving a handjob. She was sucking the head sometimes.

I quickly grabbed my phone and put on a blowjob porn video to show her how I wanted it. She asked me not to cum in her mouth and I agreed to that.

The slutty Indian housewife started doing it just like in the video, licking along the length of the dick and giving kisses in a circular motion around the dick. As she started doing it, my dick became hard and my foreskin started to release my penis head as if it was a mushroom growing out of the land.

I held her head and kept fucking her mouth. The warmth in her mouth made me excited and I was close to climax. It had always been my fantasy to release in the mouth while fucking the mouth. I was doing it so fast as if I was masturbating myself but deep-throat fucking her.

I almost reached climax and still kept doing it. When I was really close to ejaculating, I inserted deep for one last time and cum started coming out. I shot 2 or 3 drops in her throat but then I removed it quickly and gave a cum-facial to Tamana.

Will the desi housewife Tamana get mad or what did she do after that? How did I fuck the two beauties in the shower and anal fucked Naina in the shower! That is a story for next time.

Please note that except for names, everything else is true in my story. I would really appreciate feedback and possible couples, or unsatisfied females looking for a bull experience. Please reach out to me at [email protected]

I want to introduce you to the main characters of this story first.

My mom, Padma is a 45-year-old housewife living in Idukki District in Kerala. She is 5 foot 2 inches, big boobed, nice ass, and wears nighties at home and sarees when she goes out. Her measurements would be 36DD-32-36. She takes good care of herself.

My mom does yoga and maintains a healthy routine to stay fit. Even after two C-sections, she has a nice tummy someone would like to grab. She has a good sexual relationship with her husband. They have sex at least twice a week. They were high school sweethearts, and she hadn’t been with another man.

Her husband does only missionary sex and that is all that she knew and liked. She hasn’t tried any kinky stuff yet.

Padma is the eldest daughter-in-law at her in-law’s place and was highly regarded by everyone in the family. Everyone respected her very much. She was married to the eldest son in the family, and there are a total of 6 brothers and 5 sisters in the family.

The younger brothers love to ogle at her whenever they got a chance. They were very scared of their elder brother and usually stayed away. Padma noticed it and caught a few of them staring at her assets but never reacted and acted as if nothing happened.

Her husband’s younger siblings were at least 20 years younger than him. That means at least 10-15 years younger than her. She only saw them as young men and thought it was normal for them to ogle. She also loved the attention.

She also noticed that her son was growing up and was interested in girls of his age. He will always have a few girlfriends to talk about all the time. She knew he was sexually active as she had noticed cum-stained bed sheets from his bed and also got a glimpse of his morning wood at least a few times a week when she had to wake him for college. She knew he was well-hung like her husband from the tent he would make with the blanket before he woke up. She was happy that he would be able to satisfy his partners well.

Ajay (me) – The son – I am 19 years old, 5 feet 10 inches, and lean. I love the opposite gender. I loved and respected my sister and mother a lot.

My dad’s younger brother showed me my first porno movie. I felt like it was chosen for me. In the video, a mother, son, and daughter were having sex. The mother was seen grabbing the boy’s cock and stroking it while the boy squeezed her boobs and later sucked them. The mother later sucked her son’s cock and taught her daughter to suck him.

I could feel my head go numb and cock get hard. I replaced the characters in the video with my mom and sister. I imagined my mom and sister naked, playing with my cock and sucking it, and I later took turns to fuck them.

I used the restroom and masturbated violently, almost calling out my mother’s name! It was the first time I had masturbated. Streams of cum flew from my cock. I couldn’t handle the jerk. I felt weak on my knees. I now had created a mental image of my naked mother. Her big boobs and fleshy thighs and hairy pussy. I imagined her having a slutty smile inviting me to fuck her pussy.

I remained hard for a long time before I slept that night. After that, I watched many porn videos that night, but this video stayed with me. I started masturbating to my mother, Padma’s naked body. Even though I imagined my sister naked, I was turned on by my sexy mother.

After coming home the next day, I started noticing my mother – her features, lips, face, eyes, and big boobs that were pushing through her nightie. I realized that Padma wasn’t wearing any bra, like every other Indian housewife at home. I could see mom’s boobs sway when she bent down while doing housework.

I noticed my mother like a woman. I was checking out her ass and imagining how she would look if she bent over and spread her ass. I so badly wanted to see her naked. I didn’t know what I wanted to do next. Maybe all I wanted to do was see if my voluptuous mother would match up to the naked image I had built in my head.

I peeped and even saw my mom taking a bath. She was completely naked. Her melons looked beautiful, swaying as she was bathing. They weren’t sagging. They were a perfect 10, just like my mother.

She had a flat stomach and a trimmed pussy. She didn’t have a big butt, but it looked perfect. I was happy to see her naked. She closely resembled the naked image I built about her.

After watching her bathe a few times, I stopped it. I didn’t know what I wanted from her. Right then, she was just easy access to a mature woman I could see naked, nothing more.

One day, while studying for my exams, I overheard what sounded like my parents having sex. I was so excited that I wanted to hear them clearly and maybe see them. I rushed to the adjacent room and tried to peep. I couldn’t see much, the lights were off.

From the light outside the house, I could see my father, Girish arching over my mother. Her legs were on his shoulder and he was fucking her nice and hard. My mother was moaning in a very low tone. That was when Girish started grabbing her boob and sucking them very hard and maybe even bit her nipple. Padma let out a loud moan filled with pain and pleasure.

I stood there with a rock-hard cock while hearing my father sucking my mother’s big boobs most sloppily and hungrily. I imagined my mother’s boobs wet from all the saliva from my father.

Over the years, my interest in Padma changed. I kept watching porn movies and started replacing porn actresses with my sex goddess of a mother, Padma. I started masturbating to her more, imagining her in those porn scenes. I started watching more and more videos of mature women with young guys.

I didn’t like other mature women, I only liked to see young men with mature older women. I was slowly thinking of myself with my mother. I hadn’t told myself that. I was fine seeing my father fucking her. I would watch porn with rough sex and imagine my sext mother being fucked like that and masturbate hard.

The thought of my mother being fucked that hard was exciting for me. I wanted to hear her moan and scream with pleasure. I was yet to see myself behind my mother, pulling her hair and fucking her like a bitch. Thinking of her naked and being fucked like a slut was enough. Who was fucking her was immaterial.

She just had to be fucked, maybe even degraded and humiliated. I loved the idea. I also wanted my mom to know that I was growing up. I would show Padma my morning wood when she would come to wake me up. I had seen my mother stand near me and admire the tent my cock made for a moment before calling my name and waking me up.