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It was a great erotic journey till now. I and Pranati both sat on the sofa, discussing how to evoke them. I got a great idea. It is easy to generate new ideas to seduce anyone. She was busy cutting her nails while listening to my plan.

Me: Mom, is Keshavi fucked by dad?

Pranati: I told you already she does not want to hang out with men. She is a lesbian. Better leave her.

Chaap! I slapped my bitch mom. She threw the nail cutter aside.

Me: I did not ask for your suggestion, mom. You told me your husband and another child are bisexual, right?

Pranati: Please call me by my name.

Me: Ok, Pranati. Answer me.

Pranati: Yeah, they are.

Me: How come your other son has not fucked you till now?

Pranati: Oh, actually, he tried. I did not want to make over with him.

Me: Why?

Pranati: Because he is not having a dick like yours (she chuckled).

Me: Then come and sit on your master’s dick, bitch.

I held her by the boobs and pulled her towards me. She came fast and hit me with her milky boobs. My mom sat on my lap, facing me. One of my hands automatically searched for the boobs. I put my left hand back on her and held her left boob through her left shoulder. I kept on squeezing my slave’s boobs.

Pranati: Aaahh. Squeeze them firmly. Those are yours.

Me: Then open your blouse. I want your bloody boobs in my mouth.

What choice does she have? She took her pallu off her with her right hand and put both her hands on her blouse buttons. She intentionally wants to lag in this situation. She held her blouse and covered her boobs. She wants to play with this situation.

Me: Please, mom, I can not wait to suck your bloody nipples. It is better to open it yourself. Or else you may need to buy a new blouse.

Pranati: Is it? What are you going to do?

And she took the hands on her blouse and looked at me hungrily.

Pranati: Your mom bitch needs you to tear the bloody blouse.

I held her by the hands and locked her in my grip. I took both her hands back of her and held them with my left hand. I took the nail cutter beside us on the sofa. I opened one of the sharpest nail files and placed it on my mom’s blouse.

Me: (while making a circular motion with nail cutter around her areola) Bloody nipples. Look how big they got.

Pranati: What to do, son? Your presence is making me feel horny. Tear it soon.

I put the edge on her top button and pulled aside, the top pin was cut. I can barely see my mom’s big boobs. I put the nail cutter on her second button.

Me: What the heaven you covered with your blouse, mom?

Pranati: The heaven awaits you. Bury yourself in that heaven.

I held her hands very tightly from the back. I am getting a heavenly feeling opening her blouse. For a second I put the nail cutter down and put my right hand on her neck under her hair.

I pulled my mom’s bitch toward my lips. I was kissing my bitch till my heart desires. She wants to free herself and grab my head while kissing. I did not give her that chance. She broke the kiss and told

Pranati: Bloody fucking mother fucker, free me.

Me: let me enjoy you, mom. Anyway, I should leave in three days. My HR has kept on calling me since last night. They want me in the office.

Pranati: (she came close to my lips) Then take me with you. I will come anywhere with you.

Me: Oh, is it? I need to poo. Clean my ass after it. Let’s go.

Then both of us went to the bathroom. I sat on the commode. I was about to poo, and my mom came on top of me. She sat facing me by laying both of her legs beside me. She was in a riding position, and my dick rose to its fullest. My black cock was touching her saree under her buttocks.

Pranati: This is my first sex in the bathroom.

Me: Then I am going to make it memorable.

Pranati: You want me to undress, sir?

Me: Only after I tear your blouse.

I put both my hands on my mom bitch’s blouse. With a smooth motion, I tore the bloody blouse for which her blouse pins hit the glass mirror beside us. Now she is free of her blouse. Chap! I slapped my mom bitch very hard on her right cheek and told

Me: Fucking bitch. Why do you want to wear your bra at home? From now on you should be free from the blouse also. That is your punishment.

Pranati: Ok, sir. (she put her hands on her big boobs and bitting her lips looking at me) How are you going to punish me tonight sir?

I put my right hand on her right bra strip and pulled her toward me. And I let it loose. Thip! was the sound after hitting her shoulder. I held her hands holding with my hands along with her bra

Me: By fucking you in front of your husband. And I will make sure you cry in front of him. He needs to know how his offspring got developed to this stage.

And I tore her bra too. As soon as I did, her big boobs stretched out vigorously. Now my slave is free.

Me: Undress, mommy.

She did. Now both of us are naked. Like the day we were born. My stomach wants to poo, but my dick wants to fuck. I thought how about doing both at a time, meanwhile I told my mom to get a candle and a matchbox along with my cigarette. She did exactly like a servant.

Me: Ride me, fatty.

As soon as I told her she came on top of me and guided my dirty black cock into her vagina. She put her left hand on my right shoulder and kept on moaning while guiding my cock into her clit. Her fluffy boobs were touching my bare chest while she was guiding me.

It was our first bathroom sex. She did. One-third of my cock went into her pussy. Still, 5 inches left. I need to poo very badly at the same time.

Me: Get ready to scream.

I put my hands on the bitch’s waist. I rammed my dick straight into her tight wet pussy over her soft boobs touching my chest, at the same time stool left my ass and water droplets in the commode fell on my balls. She moaned, “Aaaahh.”

Pranati: Oh my god. I feel your dick got increased this time.

Me: Thanks to you, mom. It is because of your bloody sucking. I think I can satisfy my future wife.

She held my head and rode me while my stool left my ass and fell in the commode.

Pranati: I won’t let you marry. I am your wife. And this black dick is mine. Aahh.

I put my right hand on her head and pulled her toward me.

Me: Ok. I will fucking marry you. That is my fantasy from now on. I want my fantasy becomes a reality.

I took one cigarette and lit it. I was smoking, fucking, pooing, and squeezing her boobs at the same time. While I was multi-tasking, my bloody bitch mom kept on moaning.

Me: (she kept on thumping me) How ( kept my hands in her hair) is it, bitch?

Pranati: (while riding me) Fucking awesome (aaah) dip-shit.

I took a deep drag and let it out on bitch’s boobs. In the meantime, I took one of her nipples and kept sucking. I smoked at the same time I sucked her nipple. My cigarette is about to get to finish. I was about to throw it and my mom told me.

Pranati: Pass me, put the cigarette in my mouth. My hands are busy.

I did. She took and deep drag and passed the smoke into my lungs while kissing me roughly.

Me: Suck my dick, bitch (I flushed the commode).

As soon as I told her, she got down on her knees and knelt lowering her bloody pink lips mouth towards my dirty black dick. She put my dick in her mouth. I felt her uvula touching my black dick head stretching her throat and entering deep down in her throat.

I held her head tight and rammed my dick forcedly into her fucking mouth, as I did that, the last waste from my ass fell in the commode and water droplets hit her chin. I pinned my bitch towards my dick while draping her soft and silky hair.

I kept on face fucking my slave pushing her hair deep down towards the commode. The best feeling in the world is a mom giving a blowjob to her son. Bloody bitches.

Me: I love you, mom. Please be my mother in the next lives also. (pushed her head) So that I can fuck you in every life.

She spat my black dick and told me.

Pranati: I wish god to wish me the same. I want you in every life. Except I can not wait till you are born. Instead, I will wish you to my husband. I can fuck you on the first night itself.

Chap! I slapped the bitch hard.

Me: I want you as my mom only. Because a man can feel more pleasure when he fuck his mom. And so do now. All mothers are gold diggers.

I took the water gun and cleaned my ass. I flushed the commode and looked at my slave. She wants torture, she wants pain, I can see it in her lustful eyes. I took the candle and lit it. I waited for a minute and told

Me: Sleep on the floor.

Pranati: What?

I demonstrated to her, what I am going to do. I tilted the candle aside and kept my hand under it. The hot wax fell on my hands. My mother rose and checked my hand.

Pranati: Are you nuts?

Me:(I showed her the dried wax) It is nothing. I want to put this wax on your breast. What do you say?

Pranati: I asked you for pain. But not this. I do not want this.

Me: it is up to you, mom. If you do not like it, neither am I.

Pranati: (she kissed me) Thank you.

Me: First, let me fuck you, I stopped in between.

I threw the candle aside, held my mom’s fluffy boobs, and pulled her onto me. I hugged her very tightly and kissed the bitch on her big pink lips. I took her lower lip and yanked it aside. Wild sex with the mom. I was damm horny.

Me: Mom, turn.

She did. And her back was facing me. I pushed her upper body down holding her hair wrapped around my right hand. I took her near the commode and put her head in the commode. Then slowly I inserted my dirty cock into her clit.

I held her waist with my left hand. I pulled her hair with my right hand and rammed the wet pussy in and out roughly. She kept on moaning in the commode. I slapped her ass cheeks, they turned red.

Me: Fuck you, bitch.

I flushed the commode again. Her face was hit by the water over which I was fucking her badly. With a jolt in my balls, I came into her pussy. She turned and cleaned my dirty black dick.

In the meantime, we heard the doorbell sound. My mom shivered and rushed to wear some clothes. I held her by the hair and threw her on the floor.

Pranati: What the hell do you want now?

Me: I want to pee in your mouth.

She knows that she can not convince her master. She held my dick with her right hand and aimed my dick straight at her mouth.

Pranati: Please do not pee on me. I should open the door. I know you won’t open it anyway. Please pee in my mouth only.

Me: Of course (one more doorbell ring), you should open the door.

Pranati: As you order, master, start peeing.

I slowly opened my piss portal and started peeing in my mom’s mouth. She happily took it and drank. I held my dick and turned its direction. It directly fell on her breast, face, thighs, and hair. She was smelling pee.

Pranati: What the hell did you do?

Me: It is my wish. You are mine. Only mine. Now go and open the door naked. And convince your daughter and husband, and son.

Pranati: What the fuck?

Me: They do not have a chance anyway. They will accept it. Because it is easy for them.

She turned and went to open the door. She did. And my beloved family members were shocked to see her like that. She somehow convinced all my family members and especially my lesbian bitch sister. Then later, I fucked her in front of my dad and brother. I had a threesome with my mom and sister too.

And in front of my fucking father, I fucked his wife’s pussy and throat. She kept on moaning while I fuck her in front of her husband. What can she do? Finally, my fantasy became reality.

Now my brother joined me and fucked his crush, my sister, and his sister too. My father was happy, I was happy, and my mother was happy too.

The end

I saw all these in my mother’s diary and wrote this story. Yes, this was my Mother’s Diaries. Hope you guys like it. See you with a new different story.

Hi guys, this is Manish back to share with you my next real episode. In the first part, I told you about the intense oral sex in 69 position of mom and me. I then masturbated seeing and rubbing her pussy with my penis. My cum spread all over her pussy to her breast. I was exhausted and we started getting dressed.

I was tired and sat on the chair and saw mom dressing. She cleaned the sperm on her breast and then she started wrapping her breast back in the bra. It was a wonderful sight to watch.

My mom then took some tissue paper and cleaned her pussy partly. She was back in the sari, I just said thank you to her. She ignored me and went out of the room.

Then the situation between my mom and me was a bit hard. I was still hesitant to talk to her freely. But frankly, I was enjoying it too.

Days passed, and I was waiting for an opportunity to have it again. I.E., eating mom’s pussy. She was quite normal these days with me. I was taking more care of my dad, taking him to the hospital, getting his medicines on time, and so on.

It was a Saturday, a holiday for me and I was in full mood to fuck my mom. But I was not getting a chance to interact with her. I was trying to touch her boobs but could not complete it fully because my wife was in the house only.

As my wife had gone to the bathroom that morning, I quickly entered the kitchen where my mom was cooking. I then grabbed her boobs and fondled them. Mom was a bit shocked and pushed me and warned me not to do anything wrong as my wife was still at home.

I was waiting for my wife to go to her job as she joined the boutique of her friend last month. It was around 9:30 am, she asked me to drop her at her job. I then quickly took my bike and dropped her at her boutique which was 5 km from my house.

I came back to my house, I was feeling the heat in my body. I looked for my mom in the kitchen, but she was not there. I then spotted her in dad’s room. She was talking to dad. I too talked to daddy and asked my mom to serve tiffin.

I was waiting at the dining table, and mom came and started serving food.

Me: Mom, I want once again today.

Mom: What?

Me: I want to taste your pussy juices.

Mom (after a small pause): Ok, but don’t misuse the chance.

Me: I will promise you that I won’t enter the pussy.

Mom: I will serve tiffin to dad and then I will come.

Me: I want to touch your boobs.

Mom: No, eat the tiffin.

I then got up and held mom’s boobs with my hand and started pressing them. I slipped my hand into jacked and touched her nipples.

It has gone for the next few minutes. I then started touching her pussy over her sari. I started feeling her pussy shape. Then I lifted her sari and touched pussy directly and started fingering. I could feel some moisture over my fingers.

She then quickly got away from there, and I sucked my fingers which got dipped in her honey pussy. I completed my breakfast and was waiting in my bedroom. Mom too completed her work and I could sense that she is free now.

She entered my room. I quickly hugged her and pushed myself over her body against the wall. I started fondling her boobs over her jacket. She quickly gripped my penis and touched my tip. I opened her jacket, I could see her cleavage. I took her right breast in my hand and started sucking her nipple. She moaned and we both were enjoying each other’s bodies.

Mom opened her bra and both boobs came out of the cage like roaring lions. I pushed my face between her boobs. I slowly whispered in her ear, “How are your boobs still stiff at this age?”

She told me with a naughty smile that it was unused for a long time and it had become stiff. I then took her sari. She was on her petticoat now. I took off my pants and I too was in my innerwear. I pushed my penis over her petticoat deeply. Then I sat in front of her and opened her petticoat.

Now my mother was fully nude in front of me. I spread her legs as her pussy opened in front of me. I started sucking her and this went on for the next 10-12 minutes. She then took the same position and took my penis in her mouth. She sucked it like a vacuum sucker.

At that time, my mom was very aggressive than before. She did for the next 15 months. I then made myself nude taking all my clothes off. I pushed my mom onto the bed and slept on her.

Two nude bodies were colliding against each other and a lot of heat was generated between them. I took time to suck her both boobs as if no one was going to come now.

We had 69 position and my mom was moaning a lot while in that position. I then got up and spread her legs and inserted my finger.

Mom’s pussy was now fully oozing liquids. I took my penis in my hand and rubbed over her pussy cleavage. I could sense mom was at the next level. She spread her legs more wide and wide. I slowly tried to enter her pussy, my penis tip just entered her pussy. My body was shivering and mom felt it too.

She was saying something to me in a low voice because of joy. I was unable to hear her. I went to her mouth and she pleaded and said not to enter pussy. As I bent, my penis already slipped inside her.

I then slowly started moving. She tried to resist a bit but later, she too entered the battlefield. I started stroking her more vigorously.

Mom’s boobs were floating on her body, and she was moaning. I increased my speed and in between, I even inserted my finger too in the pussy hole along with my penis. I was enjoying the fuck. I was fondling and sucking her breast. She was kissing me and told me in my ears to complete satisfying pussy.

With these words, I got an energy boost. My mom got an orgasm as I could feel it and I too cummed in no time. I took off my penis out from her pussy and I could see my sperm oozing out from the hole.

I gave her tissue papers and she wiped her pussy. She smiled and told me that she enjoyed it a lot. I then helped her to wear her bra, jacket, and petticoat.

In my next story, I will explain our adventures in the house.

Hi everyone again, I am back with the second part of the story! Thank you all for a good overwhelming response to my first story. Coming back to the second part of it. Do read the last part to know the back story.

Just to catch you all up with the story till now, Rahul and Anju went on a cruise where they entered their cabin and had steamy sex in their balcony. Anju went for a safety drill demo without a bra and only in a gown and then was back to the room to change and hit the bar. Now ahead..

Rahul saw Anju and was very excited. She was wearing a purple translucent shirt which revealed her black bra inside and denim shorts that finished just above her knees. She had a high ponytail and was looking ravishing. Rahul sees her and says, “Let’s go to the bar.” And they both close their cabin door behind and hit the bar on the 6th floor where there was a live music performance going on.

The bartender offers Anju and Rahul drinks and they both start with Teachers on the rocks. With 4 drinks down, Anju gets excited and asks Rahul to dance to the romantic hit which was being played by the musician. Rahul joins her and Anju forgets all and was deep in song and dance.

After a while, they leave the club and go for dinner. Rahul notices everyone on the side was clicking photos and making videos of their dance.

After dinner, Anju wanted to hit the deck on the 9th floor for some cool breeze. They then go to the deck and spend some time there. Rahul notices that the drinks they had was now hitting hard. Anju was going crazy in the cool breeze.

Before Rahul could just gather his thoughts, he sees his wife opens her shirt and jumps in the pool in her bra and shorts. He rushes to her and sees that she was enjoying in the water. She opens her ponytail and starts to put her face in the pool and swim. Rahul was in some sense and was watching his wife in the pool.

After two minutes, she starts to come out of the pool. The pool lights were shining on her wet body. Anju was in a bra and putting her hair behind. She was looking damn sexy. It gave a hard-on to Rahul who was her husband, so god knows what other people on the deck would have got. She was still drunk and comes and sits on a chair beside Rahul. Rahul stands up to fetch a towel for her.

When Rahul comes back, he sees that his wife was at the pool bar sitting and having drinks. Rahul rushes to the bar and asks the bartender, “How much has madam drunk?”

The bartender with a wicked smile replies, “3 large teachers.” Rahul then wraps Anju and takes her to the room. When they reached their deck room, Rahul sees that the room was arranged and a champagne bottle in the middle of the bed, and a note, “Welcome aboard, lovely couple.”

Rahul takes off all the wet clothes of Anju and makes her sit on the chair. He then keeps wet clothes in the bathroom and comes back to clear the bed. He sees his wife sitting on the balcony on the chair. He then starts to clear his bed. He too being drunk keeps stuff here and there and just clears the bed to fuck and sleep.

It was already 12:30 am and was the first of the five nights of the cruise. Rahul then looks in the balcony to find his wife standing all naked on the balcony and looking at the sea. He again gets an immediate hard-on. He removes his clothes and catches Anju and throws her on the bed.

Anju being totally out on drinks and horny acts to call him onto the bed. Rahul jumps onto the bed and pulls Anju by her legs wide open. He goes up licking from her thighs and starts to rub and lick Anju’s pussy. Within seconds, she was all filled with water in her pussy.

He continues to lick her pussy and Anju holds his hair and pushes his head hard inside her pussy. She starts to moan, “Fuck!! Fuckk!! Don’t stop!! Ahhh ahh yeahhhh!!!” the sound of her moan filled the room.

“Come on, my husband. It’s time for you to get the devil inside me. I am dining for it!!” saying this, Anju pulls Rahul holding his 7-inch erect dick and puts it in her pussy. Rahul then fucks her hard for 15 minutes in all possible positions. Anju had orgasms twice and then she was tired.

She says, “Now the real party starts. Many more fucks to come,” to which Rahul with his kinky smile says with a wink, “World-class experience is planned for you.”

Anju kisses Rahul in happiness and sleeps holding Rahul.

At night Anju feels a hand on her naked tummy. She in love and drunk mode holds the hand and kisses it. She feels the hand going up to her boobs and grabs it. He pinches her nipples and makes them erect. She could feel an erect dick on her bum.

She says, “Baby, you are again exciting me. I will eat you.” Saying this, she holds his dick and starts to stroke. Now the hand goes down to her pussy and finds that it was wet. He starts to rub it smoothly. The second hand comes from below her head to hold her boob and pinch her nipples. Anju starts to stroke his dick hard. Anju realizes the dick is a bit smaller than usual. But then she thinks it’s her drunk mode which is making her feel this. And she continues stroking the dick!!

Excited to read what will happen next? Want to know whose dick was that? Wait for the next part. But don’t forget to give your love to this part of the story!

And to my readers, all boys stay erect and all girls keep getting wet! See you all soon!

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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