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This story is about my aunt Neelam (obviously name changed). Her age is 34 and her measurement is 36-26-38, a figure similar to that of the model Resmi Nair.

Neelam aunty is a senior officer in the forest department and is posted in Kevadiya colony (area of Gujarat). And my uncle is an officer in the Rajkot corporation. So, they both have to usually stay away. They meet once in 2-3 months and still, they don’t have a kid.

I have masturbated many times thinking of my aunt ever since she got married to my uncle.

So, this is how it started.

It was a monsoon peak in south Gujarat in August end and September. And I was planning to visit the Kevadiya colony jungle. So I called my aunt for her suggestions on where to stay and good places to visit. She guided me and ended the call. But, after 5 minutes, my aunt called me and asked me to join her, as she was alone in the quarters and my uncle was not visiting her due to the workload. Also, she would tour the whole area in her Mahindra Thar, as it was difficult for normal cars to pass in the forest area.

I agreed and made a list of things she told me to bring into the jungle.

As the date arrived, I reached my aunt’s office on time and asked the peon for Neelam aunt. He asked me to take a seat and went to her cabin. Only 2 peons and a lady officer were working there. Then the peon came out and guided me to her office.

As I went in, my hot aunt was standing in her uniform and observing the map of that region.

I dropped my bag and went to touch her feet. But she just tightly held my hand, lifted me and hugged me. Man, her boobs were just wow in a padded bra! I tightened the grip. Then she asked me –

Neelam: How was your trip, beta?

Me: It was horrible but I am feeling good after meeting you.

The forest mud road was quite horrible because of the monsoon, that was why she asked. Then she asked about my business, parents, and all. As the conversation finished, I asked why was the office empty.

Neelam: As it Ganesh Chaturthi is approaching, the staff have taken leave. So, only the very essential staff are here. Everyone else all will come after a week.

Behind her office at a certain distance was her quarter. So she asked the peon to place my luggage in her home and told me to sit in her car as it was her evening patrol time in the nearby area.

Then we left the office and suddenly, light rain had started. The weather was awesome. We were going slowly and due to the bad road, sometimes my hand would touch my aunt.

She showed me the local jungle tribe, their farms, places, where jungle animals come to drink water, etc by tapping my thighs or shoulders. Her touch was awesome Her hands were cold and she had soft white skin and polished nails. I was having a boner just by observing her.

After patrolling and on the way back, I mischievously touched her saying double-meaning sentence.

Me: Watch out, don’t miss any place to show me.

Neelam: I’ll try my best to show you everything. Don’t miss the opportunity.

I got her point and we both laughed.

As we reached her quarter, she showed me my room and asked me to freshen up, and asked what did I want to eat? (By the way, I love to cook.)

Me: What do you mean what do I want to eat? You get fresh. You too had a hectic day and we will both make something for dinner.

She smiled and looked into my eyes for 2-3 seconds and pulled my cheeks and left. We both got freshened up and started our preparation for dinner.

Me: What would you like to have for dinner, mam?

Neelam: Whatever you make today.

Me: Favorite vegetable?

Neelam: Bhindi.

Me: Great, mine also.

Then I started cutting bhindi and she started making chapati. While chopping, I accidentally cut my finger. My aunt rushed and before I could react, she pulled my finger in her mouth and sucked it. I closed my eyes watching her and feeling her tongue on my finger.

After a minute, I separated her and sucked my finger covered with her saliva. It tasted just, wow! Then she turned and started making dinner and told me to wait at the dining table. After a while, she came and helped me to eat because it was difficult for me to eat. She gave me a roti bite and with each bite, I would either lick or suck her finger.

Lust was building on both sides. I had a boner and caught her biting her lips.

After finishing dinner, we both went to sleep in our respective rooms. At night, I went to the wash area and found my aunt’s padded bra and panty. I brought the panty to my room and sniffed it. It was smelling awesome near pussy area. Then I masturbated thinking of my forest officer aunt and ejaculated on her panty and kept it back in the wash area and slept.

The next day, we got ready. She was ready in her uniform and I was in casual clothes to roam the forest. We started. It was heavily raining from the morning and we were roaming in the car till evening. While returning, we went a little off-road to explore, but the rear wheels got in a big mud hole and the car got stuck. It was raining heavily.

We tried a few times, but the wheel kept spinning only. Then she got down and saw the condition of the road and the car. Full of mud and the tire got deep in the hole. She tried contacting the office through the radio. But I think the office was closed as everyone left.

Then  I got down and saw my aunt fully wet in rain and the lower part of her uniform and shoes were full of mud and dirt.

Neelam: I think we have to find something soon before it gets darker.

Me: What about the car?

Neelam: Don’t worry, it’s dense forest from 2 km, so no tribe on this side. Take your necessary belongings and come.

She located an abandoned check post which was around 2 km from our car. So we started walking faster as it was getting darker. We reached the check post in about 45 minutes and observed the conditions. It was having one bed and a fan. It was a regular check post, but the local officer was on holiday due to the festival. So, no one was there. We both were wet and full of mud.

Then my aunt showed me the washroom located outside the checkpost and the place to bath was on top of the checkpost, meaning, on the terrace.

A tap was arranged directly from the tank on the terrace. First, I removed my clothes and went for a bath on the terrace in my underwear and later she went and washed the uniform, and spread it on the wall.

When she came down, the scene was awesome! She was in her padded bra and V-shaped panty. She also saw my boner and looked to somewhere else. We both were hungry as fuck, but after watching her in this avatar, my hunger also vanished. She was also burning with lust and saw it in my eyes. We just needed a spark now.

Neelam aunt went outside the post and observed 4-5 plants and later brought 7-8 small berry-type fruits and asked me to eat them.

Neelam: Taste these, bacha. You might be hungry. They might be sour but they are rich in vitamins.

Me: Why only me? I have to take this after driving the car the whole day and after this mess?

Her breath got a little faster after listening to this. Then I lifted one berry and placed it on her lips. She sucked the berry and licked my finger. Then I picked one and tasted it.

Me: It tastes great.

We finished eating and went to bed. I suggested her to sleep on the bed and that I would sleep on the ground. She hit me on my shoulder saying –

Neelam: How can I think of doing such a thing! We’ll both sleep on opposite sides. So, both of us can fit.

While lying down, we were talking about general topics. While talking, I suddenly licked her leg and again started talking! She paused for a while and continued talking. Her hot breaths were hitting my legs. It was dark, but I could see my aunt’s boobs and her ass.

Then she finished the conversation and said: Good night.

After about 30 minutes, I started blowing hot breath on her leg palm and started licking her leg fingers slowly. She didn’t move for around 5 minutes and later, she acted like waking up and then went outside. I saw her going to the terrace and I got assured that her pussy might have got wet.

Then I shook my boner thinking about her and removed my underwear and became nude. I was waiting near the door in the dark. As my aunt entered the room, she closed the door (it was kept open earlier). That aroused me and I held her both hands in my palms and pushed her onto the wall. She had removed her bra and panty at the terrace. My dick was rubbing my aunt’s inner thighs and her warm wet pussy lips.

Me: Aunt, I can’t control it now!

Neelam: Who has stopped you?

This was it! I started licking her neck and biting her shoulders, and pressing her boobs and pussy. My aunt’s pussy was fucking sticky and wet! I rubbed her cunt and tasted it. It was just amazing.

Neelam aunt was just moaning like a tigress waiting for the piece of meat and arousing me. I was spanking her ass harder while biting and sucking her neck and earlobes. Then I left her both hands and pressed her boobs harder while rubbing. That caused her pain. She shouted out loudly but she also loved the pain I gave her after 4 months of no sex. Just imagine, this beauty untouched for 4-5 months!

Then I turned her near the door and kissed her madly with love for 5 minutes. She started crying because of the manly touch and affection she had for me and responded to my kiss awesomely. Then I broke the kiss and asked her –

Me: Tell me how should we go further, aunt?

Neelam: Don’t say ‘aunt’, just ‘Neelam’, bacha. Fuck me as rough as you can do. Make me your whore.

Then I pulled her hair, looked into her eyes, and said –

Me: You are my queen, not my fucking whore. Never say that. Whores don’t get fucked in the middle of the jungle like this, queens do.

She had slight tears in her eyes due to the pain of pulling her hair and also due to this talk.

Me: Yes, but today I’ll be rough with you, don’t worry.

Saying this, I pulled my aunt onto the bed and made her lied down. I started licking the legs of my queen, her inner thighs, skipped her pussy, further went to her belly button, licked it for about 2 minutes, and then went to her boobs. She was moaning like, “Aaah baby..Slowly ouch! Maaa!”

Then I went to her pussy and parted her pussy lips. The sight was fucking hot man! I moved my tongue inside and felt the hotness her body was carrying for the last 5 months. I started eating my forest officer aunt’s pussy and her juices. She was getting restless and was pressing my head on her pussy and moaning loudly.

Neelam: Aaahh mummy..Feels awesome, baby.

She jerked and left her sticky juices on my lips, and I drank it all. After that, she rested for 5 minutes. Then she gained her energy, stood up and kissed me madly. I sat on the edge of the bed and she sat down to give me a blowjob.

Neelam: Your tool is quite thick compared to your uncle.

And she started blowing me.

Me: Ahh baby, slowly aaahaa..Nice, sweetheart.

Neelam: How does it feel?

Me: Just I don’t want this to end Neelam, I swear.

Neelam: It won’t (and winked).

And my aunt started sucking roughly and deep throating my dick. I could feel the hotness of her throat and cummed within 5 minutes. She drank my cum and said –

Neelam: It tasted awesome and salty (and slept spreading her legs).

I just spat on her pussy and rubbed her cunt wet.

Me: How does your husband fuck you?

Neelam: What how? He fucks straight (and she showed the posture – the missionary posture).

Me: Today, I’ll fuck some other way.

And I made her in doggy-style on the edge of the bed. Then I stood near the bed and rubbed my dick on her wet pussy for a full erection. My queen was a little nervous because it was new for her. Then I entered slowly.

Neelam: Aaa.. Slowly, fucker (this was her first reaction)!

My aunt’s pussy was fucking hot and tight and I could feel her pussy walls on my tool. I waited for 2 minutes to let her cunt settle with my tool. Once she got relaxed, this horse started riding my queen madly.

I started roughly ramming her tight pussy.

Neelam (started crying): Bacha, fuck slowly. I am going nowhere.. aaahh..

Me (ramming her hard): BC, you wanted rough, now enjoy!

Neelam: Aahaaaa bacha, be a little gentle. Your uncle also hasn’t fuck me like this ever.. aah..

Me: I’ll fuck you roughly today baby, bear this pain today.

Neelam: Aaaahh bacha, I can bear this pain my whole life, if it’s from you, bacha.

Me: I promise my queen, I’ll give you this pain whenever you want.

Then I rammed my aunt for around 15 minutes, talking this vulgar shit, and was about to cum. Then I asked her –

Me: Where to release, baby?

Neelam: I don’t want to get pregnant this soon, bacha. Release it in my mouth.

She just stood and started giving a rough blowjob and within a minute, I blew my semen in her mouth and collapsed on the bed. After some time, she too came and cuddled me.

Neelam: It was great doing rough.

Me: I also enjoyed, my queen

Neelam: Promise me it stays between us. If someone comes to know, my job and reputation are ruined.

Me: Promise. But I am not done yet.

Neelam: Fuck me as much as you want. But please be careful about this relationship.

That night, I fucked her 3 times and fucked her for 4 days till I stayed there. Now whenever I go to Surat for any work, I stay at my aunt’s home and fuck my queen till she says to stop.

I will share my further experience here in the future.

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Hi doston, ye meri pehli story hai. Ye ek reality based story hai, jo Delhi mein hui thi. Ye bilkul bhi fiction nahi hai. Bas names and places change hai Delhi ke andar waale.

Mera naam Sameer hai. Main 6 feet tall, broad, and very fair hu. Main shakal se kaafi innocent lagta hu. Ye baat hai 13 August 2022 ki hai. Us baar weekend par independence day ki wajah se 3 chuttiya thi. To maine apne 2 friends ke sath vacation ka plan banaya.

Hum teeno Taj Vivanta surajkund chale gaye. Of course hamne ek hi room liya, as hame to baatein aur maze karne the. Jaise yaaron mein hota hai. Ye property bahut hi achi thi and great facilities thi.

Kyunki long weekend tha, to hotel full booked tha. Bahut saare log aur bahut saari hassi-mazaak. Aur bahut hi khoobsurat ladkiyan bhi thi. Aapko to pata hi hai, Men will be Men.

Fir hamne kaha chalo pool mein chale. Mujhe swimming nahi aati and main thoda pool se darta hu, to mere friends pool ke andar gaye, aur main baahar ek easy chair par araam karte hue insta story bana raha tha.

Tabh meri nazar Kavya par gayi. Wo ek black long flowing dress mein akeli baithi thi. And unka husband aur kuch friends etc pool mein the.  Maine aise hi keh diya unke husband and group ko dekh kar-

Main: They are really enjoying, why don’t you go in?(wo sab bahut maza kar rahe hai. Aap andar kyun nahi jaa rahi ho?)

Wo muskura kar boli: No-no I am a bit shy, and kind not body confident. (Nahi-nahi, main thodi shy hu, aur body confident nahi hu)

Maine kaha: Aapko kisi cheez ke liye shy hone ki zaroorat nahi hai. You look amazing.

Fir wo hassi and conversation band ho gayi. Fir hum dost dinner ke liye ready hone lage, aur room mein aa gaye.

Shaam ko dinner shuru hua. Shaam ko sab log bade se restaurent mein baithe the. Maine fir waha Kavya ko dekha. Wo proper makeup karke and ek crop top aur jeans mein thi.

Wo itni sundar aur sexy lag rahi thi, ki mann kar raha tha usko wahi pakad kar izhaar kar du. Black top, blue jeans, gori si uski pink naak, koi keh hi nahi sakta tha ki wo ek 5 saal ki bachhi ki maa thi.

Wo bechari akeli apni beti ko khaana khila rahi thi. Aur uske husband bar counter par drink kar rahe the. Aisa nahi ki wo ignore kar rahe the.

But wo jitna dhyan dena chahiya apni tni sundar wife par, utna nahi de rahe the. Maine plate lekar buffet jaate waqt unhe ek wave se hi bola. To unki beti ne hi kar di.

Fir unki beti ke sath khelne bahane main 5 minute waha khada raha. Mera to mann tha wahi baat karte-karte dinner karu.

Maine unse pooch liya: Aap kyun nahi jaa rahi at bar?

Unhone kaha: Nahi, wo husband ke clients hai. Main bore ho jaungi.

Maine kaha: Aur abhi nahi ho rahi ho?

Wo thoda sa sad ho gayi and kuch nahi boli. Fir ek fake si smile di. Main bhi chup-chaap dinner karne chala gaya. Par door se hum chupke se ek-doosre ko dekhte aur sharmate rahe poore dinner time.

Fir uske hubby to ruk gaye with clients. But wo apni beti ke sath lift mein apne room mein jaa rahi thi. Ab mere dimaag ne kaam kiya, aur main dinner chhodh unke sath lift mein aa gaya. Main unke peeche tha in lift.

Jaante hue bhi main anjaan ban kar bola: Arre, aapke husband nahi aaye?

Jis par unhone koi reply nahi diya. Maine thoda kareeb aa kar kaan mein bola.

Main: Main aisa kabhi nahi hone deta.

Ye sun kar wo aankhen badi karke mudi thoda sa. Beti hone ki wajah se wo kuch nahi boli. Maine fir ek bada sahi patta khela unke sath baat karne ke liye, kyunki unka 4th floor aa raha tha. Maine ek fake call mila kar us par bola: Haa mujhe telegram par message karo, jo bhi poochna hai. Aur maine apni id bhi bol di. Ab ye to total betting tha. But aur kya kar sakta tha. Ye koi film to thi nahi. Agar badtameezi karta, to seedha kuch panga ho jata.

Ab main wapas dinner karne doston ke pass aa gaya. Hamne thodi mazaak masti kari, aur fir khaa pee kar apne room mein aa kar teen patti and poker khelne lag gaye.

Raat ke 1 baje mujhe telegram par “Hi, is this Sam aaya?”. Id par name KV tha. Main samjha nahi kyunki mujhe Kavya ka abhi naam nahi pata tha.

Maine kaha: Hi, yes I am Sam. Who is this?

Main 90 % sure tha ki wo Kavya thi.

Usne likha: Suna hai aaj kal Vivanta mein ho.

Me: Haa hu to, aapko kya kaam hai ji?

Kavya:  Acha, ab maskhari chhodho. Hi, I am Kavya. We met at the pool.

Me: Oh hi! how did you get my id?

Kavya: Bano mat, I know mujhe hi de rahe the in lift.

Me: Oh acha. fir yaad kaise kiya ji?

Kavya:  Tumhara kya matlab tha ki akele nahi jaane deta.

Me: Arre aise hi, I was praising your beauty.

kavya: Acha ji. Lag to raha tha ki flirt kar rahe ho.

Me: Hahahaha! Ab pakad hi liya hai to haa kar to raha tha. Acha aapke hubby kaha hai?

She: Arre abhi aa gaye the, but wo aur beti so gaye.

Me: Oo, ab chhupke se message kara jaa raha hai mujhe?

She: Main kyun chhupu. Maine kuch galat thodi kiya hai.

Me: Par aage to kar sakti ho na?

Aab aage ki story next part mein. Usme jaaniye kaise ek-dum se cheeze fast track ho gayi, aur kaise ek-dum se hamare beech ki dooriya gaayab ho gayi.

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Hello everyone, this is Varun with a new story. Thank you for all the responses to my previous story about a homeless man.

This is a new incident that happened in a gym. My sister, Kavya and I go to the gym 2-3 days a week to gain strength after all the cardio sessions at home. The gym is very close to our apartment. We can reach the gym in less than 10 minutes on walking.

I normally wear loose shorts and a t-shirt to the gym, and my sister wears tight shorts and loose intimate tops. Sis also doesn’t wear a bra and panties to the gym. But she would keep a bra handy just in case. We go to the gym late at night as we like our privacy while working out.

Usually, only the receptionist will be there at the front desk. He looks at my sister like a hungry dog who hasn’t eaten anything long. Also, Kavya likes to flirt with him. She keeps him close by giving him a nice view of her bare boobs. She also lets him play with them from time to time.

In return, he tells us when we go in if anyone else is working out. He tells us if anyone comes to the gym after we go in. So Kavya can wear a bra and turn off the video recordings in the gym.

He sometimes bumps up the temperature in the gym. Because of so much heat and sweat, we remove our tops during the workout. The receptionist takes the most advantage. He also collects our jackets when we get in and returns them to us only when we leave.

In the first 2 years, we did not notice anyone regularly coming at that time. Occasionally, one or two people would come to work out, but we would not see them again.

One day after we started working out, I saw the receptionist go to use the restroom. We continued our exercises and didn’t notice that one more guy came to the gym as we were doing push-ups. Sis was wearing just shorts and a lace cami top.

Once we finished, we sat down and noticed this guy standing behind us. Due to the cool air inside the gym and sweat, her left nipple was poking on her top. The right boob slipped out of the top. This guy noticed it. Sis had kept the bra inside her bag, which was next to her.

Instead of taking the whole bag, she took the bra out and went to the locker room to put it on. This guy kept staring at her once she came out of the locker room. We continued with our workout for that day. Before leaving, Kavya went to the locker room to remove her bra and asked the receptionist to sneak inside.

I waited for 2 minutes, and my sister didn’t come out. So I went in and saw her blowing the receptionist half-naked. Her top was on the floor. He was rubbing her bra on his face like he was caressing her and was having the time of his life. Sis was licking his 7 inch dick, getting deep-throated, and rolling her tongue.

He unloaded while she was deep-throating him. She had to swallow most of it, and some fell on her boobs. She slowly wiped off the cum on her boob using her forefinger and licked all of it. After that, he kept the bra, my sister wore the top, and we left.

The next day she was wearing a deep V-neck lace top and shorts. The top was so deep that her nipples would be seen even when she stood upright. As usual, there was no one other than the receptionist when we went to the gym. We started working out.

After 5 minutes, the same guy from yesterday came, and the receptionist informed us the same. Sis tried to find the bra in the bag. She realized that the emergency bra had been given to him yesterday. She asked him if he still had the bra, and he said he had left it home.

I thought of giving her my shirt to cover herself, but the devil inside told me not to. The guy saw us, came near us and complimented her boobs. We didn’t know what to do. Kavya just smiled at him by covering her boobs with her hands and went to the locker room.

He started small talk with me, but I didn’t respond to him properly. So he continued his workout and went out when he got a phone call. Sis then came out, and we continued our workout, and he did not return until we were almost done. Kavya was working on her glutes on the hip extension machine.

I was in the locker room freshening up. Sis had closed her eyes while on this machine. Even the receptionist didn’t say anything when this guy returned. He just came from behind and cupped her boobs. Sis didn’t react, thinking it was me, and he started massaging her boobs.

I saw him massaging her boobs when I came out. He just pulled his hands back and walked away after seeing me. Evil things started running through my mind, and I wanted to tease him a little. So I told my sister to do some burpees to see how that guy would react.

Sis told me she was uncomfortable with her boobs exposed, but I insisted. Sis started, and her 34-size boobs had completely come off the top and bounced. This guy was staring at her with an erection. He was continuously rubbing his dick and was fucking her with his eyes.

After finishing this exercise, she adjusted her boobs and told me she would sit in the sauna for 15 minutes. She asked me to join her, and she went. While gathering our things, the guy asked me how I would join her as there are different saunas for men and women.

I asked him whether he enjoyed the boob show, to which he said he did. Then I told him I would join my sister in the men’s sauna room. We both would be sitting naked there. He could watch my sister if interested, but I told him not to enter the room.

I joined my sister. After 2 minutes, he entered the sauna room and undressed before us. We were surprised to see his monster dick. Sis stared at his dick like her eyes popped out and said, “Wow.” Seeing this, we came out, got dressed and left.

After seeing his dick, I wanted him to fuck my sister. I started thinking of different scenarios of how he would fuck her. That night I fucked her like a mad dog.

This guy didn’t come to the gym for the next 2 times we went. Sis became more relaxed, and we continued our regular workouts. After 2 weeks, the receptionist increased the temperature again. We removed our tops because of the high heat. It was 15 minutes into our workout, and the receptionist stepped outside.

We just continued with our workout. Sis was exercising shoulder press. I was spotting her when we heard someone come in. We thought it was the receptionist, but it was that guy. Sis was topless with her hands in the air, holding dumbbells with closed eyes. I was busy looking at her boobs.

When she finished her reps and opened her eyes, we realized that this guy was standing and staring at her boobs. Sis then let go of the dumbbells and covered her boobs with her hands. She started running towards the locker room. But I stopped her and told her to show him her bare boobs.

I asked him what he would do to her. He straight away grabbed her boobs and squeezed them. His grip was so strong that my sister’s boobs turned red when he let go of them. After seeing his humongous dick and his ferociousness, I wanted to see my sister get fucked by him.

I told my sister not to wear anything and continue the workout. But she insisted on wearing the top. Sis tried to wear the bra first, but he snatched it from her and threw it away. So she wore only the top. It was a loose crop top that ended right below her boobs.

Every time she lifted her hands, her complete boobs would be seen. I saw an evil smile on that guy and also noticed his erection. He then started rudely commenting on my sister’s body. Like how he would fuck her and trash her pussy and ass and bite her boobs and spank her and make her his whore.

Listening to his nasty comments, I had an erection. I was lost in imagining how he would fuck her like a whore. I snapped out of it and told him to move on, and we continued our workout. He was passing nasty comments like whore, bitch, slut and how he would fuck her.

The entire time I imagined these scenarios in my head. We then completed our workout and left. On the way to our apartment, I told my sister I imagined different scenarios of him fucking her. I wanted to see her get fucked by him. Sis said she could try once.

The next time we went to the gym, I told Kavya not to wear the bra even if he came, and she did exactly that. Sis was wearing a white spaghetti tube top and thin white shorts. As usual, the guy came after a few minutes and started behaving lewdly. Sis and I were getting turned on by this.

But I told her not to do anything with him for 2 weeks. Also, do not have sex with anyone for 2 weeks to make this more enjoyable. Sis was drinking water. I knocked the bottle to tease him, and water fell on her boobs. I spilt some water on her shorts as well.

Her dress was so thin that it looked like she was naked after I spilt water on her. My sister and I couldn’t believe he did not fuck my sister after that. 4 more days passed. Sis was showing more and more boobs, and he was turning us on even more.

The next time we went to the gym, sister was wearing a deep neck lace top which didn’t cover anything and thin white shorts. We saw this guy was already there. This was a perfect opportunity. No matter what my sister did, her boobs couldn’t be covered by the top.

I told her we would do only cardio, like running and jumping jacks. We started our workout, and as usual, he started his comments. I asked him whether he was all talk and no fuck to which he got offended. Sis was on the treadmill running.

He pulled the treadmill plug and carried her to the Smith machine. He threw her on the floor, got a bench, and placed it there. He held his hands on the deep neck area and tore her top in one go like a monster. He made sister lie on the bench and tied her hands using the torn top.

Then he removed his shorts, and his 9-inch circumcised ripped monster dick popped out. I gave him my top and asked him to tie her legs, and he tied her legs. Without wasting time, he held her by the waist and tried to insert his dick inside her.

But he failed as my sister’s pussy had become tight, and she had her shorts on. The receptionist and I were confused. He asked me if she was still a virgin. I, the receptionist, and my sister started laughing. He got furious, and I helped him guide the tip of his dick.

Sis back started to arch, and in one go, he tore her shorts and thrust his entire dick inside her pussy. Sis arched her back completely, eyes rolled back because of the pain and gasped for air. He did not stop there and continued to fuck her in that position for a few minutes.

He had gripped one hand on her lower stomach and the other on her boob. He stopped after a few strokes. We were confused about whether he had already cummed, but he had not. He told me to place my hand on her lower stomach where he had gripped her.

He gripped his hand on my hand and continued his strokes. I could feel his dick ramming my sister’s pussy. I knew my sister was in heaven with these strokes.
He then stopped and looked at the receptionist and me. I told him to continue and finish what he had started.

The receptionist had locked the doors. He got set to watch my sister in action. This guy then untied my sister and made her rest on her back. Twisted her hips such that both her legs were on one side, and he fucked her like a mad dog in that position. We could hear a loud thap-thap sound with every stroke.

On the one hand, he positioned himself by gripping her hips. His other hand, he was squeezing her right boob and occasionally spanking her. My sister left boob was jumping up and down in sync with the strokes. He was spanking her so hard that her ass turned red quickly.

With every stroke, he would insert his dick completely and take it out to the tip. He was fucking her at a very high speed. His speed was so intense that we could hear thap thap thap in one second. He was fucking her so hard that the bench started moving. Sis was screaming ahh!

Finally, her body started shivering, and her eyes were completely rolled. She was in heaven. We knew she was cumming. Just then, he gave her a tight slap and told my sister, “Bitch, shut up. I am not done with you.” He continued to ram her pussy.

I then had to hold the bench, so my sister could feel the full thrust of his dick inside her. He fucked her in that position for a few minutes. Anytime my sister made a sound or opened her mouth, he would slap her very hard. With great difficulty, she had her mouth closed.

I could feel her as. She was tearing her eyes. He then pulled his dick out and spread her legs. My sister’s juices started flowing out of her pussy like a river. Kavya let out a loud moan, and she had a very big pleased smile and gave a thumbs up.

Sis told me that his every stroke made her feel like she was losing her virginity. She wanted more of him. He then sat on a bench and made my sister sit on him, and he held her by her ass in the air and fucked her in that position. His speed had slowed down in this position.

My sister’s boobs were bouncing like anything. I told my sister to squeeze her boobs together to give him more pleasure. I held her back and pushed his face into her boobs. To get more pleasure, sister started syncing her motion to his strokes. Then he told me to stop after some time.

Then he threw Kavya on the floor and got on top of her. He started fucking her in a missionary position. He had one hand on the floor and the other on her boob. He was squeezing the shit out of her boob. He was fucking my sister so hard that she slid on the floor with every thrust.

His dick was slipping out from time to time because of this. I helped him guide his dick back into my sister’s pussy. He appreciated it and continued to fuck her. This was happening a lot, so he lifted my sister and took her near a wall. He told her to stay in one place.

My sister placed her hands against the wall, and he continued to ram her pussy. He then gripped both hands on her waist, and his body stiffened. I knew he was going to cum. So I disturbed his rhythm, and he asked me why I stopped him. I wanted him to fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

For this, he told me he could fuck her for only a few more minutes as he had already fucked her for nearly 30 minutes. Then I told him to fuck her harder, so hard my sister should feel the pain and pleasure for a few days. He then spread her legs as wide as he could and asked my sister to hold her legs there.

He lifted her lower body and placed a small block underneath. He gripped himself on my sister’s lower stomach using both his hands and started ramming my sister’s pussy like there was tomorrow. Sis could not control his rage and started screaming, crying, and shouting.

He was reaching the deepest places inside her. The receptionist and I got so turned on that we both started shagging. He was ramming my sister’s pussy so hard that she came again. Her juices started spraying through the gaps. Sis was very tired now.

She was fucked to the fullest for almost 35 minutes now. He removed his dick, held my sister’s hair, and lifted her head. He gave me a tight slap, and my sister opened her mouth. He shoved his monster dick deep inside her throat. We could see her throat widen. My sister’s eyes opened fully, and she started gagging.

He did not care for it, and he mouth-fucked her. My sister’s face was fully red, and she was in tears and gagging continuously. Sis was about to pass out when he started unloading his cum deep inside her throat. Because of the gagging reflex, her head moved back.

His dick came out of her mouth, and he aimed at her face. Sis spilt some cum, and it started dripping on her neck. He was cumming so hard that his cum flew over my sister’s head. He was guiding the spray onto her face. By this time, I held his dick and pointed it to the floor.

His cum was sprayed on almost all parts of my sister’s body. There was some cum on the floor. He was disappointed and asked why I did it. I told him my sister had been trained to take cum directly in her mouth or pussy or lick it off the floor. There was a massive load of cum on my sister’s body.

Sis started collecting all the cum on her body. The receptionist gave her a plastic cup, and Kavya collected all the cum inside the plastic cup. We couldn’t believe that his cum filled almost half of the cup.

My sister, being a bitch, drank all the cum without leaving a single drop in the cup. Like a bitch she licked all the cum off the floor. He then dragged my sister into the restroom. I told her he needed to pee and told my sister to hold his dick while he peed. Sis held his dick while he peed.

Then he told my sister to clean his dick with her mouth. She started licking and sucking his dick and cleaning it with her mouth. He then wore his clothes and left. Sis was very tired and lay on the floor. I told her to wait there and went to our apartment and got spare clothes for her.

She had gained some strength by then and went to take a quick shower. I went and helped her. While showering, she told me it was one of the best sex she had had. I asked her how she felt. She told me it was like having sex for the first time, feeling every inch of his dick, tearing every inch of her pussy.

She had a very satisfied smile on her face. Sis also told me that from now on, the only dicks she would take would be mine and 9 inches or bigger dicks. Sis struggled to walk properly for a couple of days. Then we started going to the gym after 1 week.

We didn’t see this guy again. I went and asked the receptionist how he knew that guy. He told me that he was his friend and he wanted to fuck my sister. So he helped him by giving him our information. I thanked and hugged him and told him to thank his friend for giving such good pleasure to my sister.

We still go to the gym dressed the same way, hoping to find more encounters like this. I hope you all liked my story. All feedback is appreciated. Please reach out to me via email or hangouts at [email protected].

Hi friends, I am penning down my memories after a very long time. I hope you like this story too, as in my earlier stories.

I am a 52-year-old man presently living in Bangalore. This particular incident happened in Mysore. During summer vacations, I had been to my dad’s younger cousin sister, Padma Aunty’s place. I was studying Engineering and was about 19 years old.

I sat on the sofa, and Babita looked at Padma Aunty for instructions. Padma Aunty signalled her to sit on my lap. Babita walked towards me, and her pussy lips parted as she walked. Her B-cup breasts didn’t move even a bit. She knew she had firm ones and had not yet sucked or mauled properly.

Babita sat on my thighs facing me, placing her legs across my legs. Her firm buttocks were sending heat waves to my thighs. My cock was stuck between our bodies. I freed my cock, and it sprang out.

Babita laughing, said, “You have a deadly weapon, Rajesh. Handle it with care, or it may shoot anyone.” This was the first she spoke to me in the evening. I said, “Don’t worry, Babita, it doesn’t harm anyone. It gives pleasure to ladies who are devoid of sex. You will see yourself in a few minutes.”

“Is it? Till now, how many ladies has it given pleasure?” Babita asked, smiling.

“Four, including Padma Aunty this week and you fifth,” I replied.

“Do I know the other three ladies,” Babita asked

“You know one, and I will not tell you. My lips are sealed,” I said. The one she knew was her mother, who got fucked by me in the bathroom.

“Are you guys keep on talking or start fucking,” Padma Aunty chided us and, sitting beside me, said, “Babita, lift your ass and hold his cock like you did while sucking him, baby.”

Nodding, Babita held my cock at the base, raised her buttocks, placing her foot on the floor. She rubbed my cockhead on her pussy. Her lips opened up, showing her pinkish inners. Her mom had done the same in the morning. Maybe some horny blood, I thought.

“Are you liking it, Rajesh?” Babita asked, looking at me and smearing my head with her juices, and I nodded.

“Are you ready to invade me, Rajesh?” Babita asked again, and I nodded.

Placing my cockhead at her opening Babita said, “Grab my breasts while I take you inside me. Be gentle with my boobies. They are extra sensitive. Here we go.”

Saying Babita lowered her buttocks down, taking my thick mushroom head in her young pussy. I grabbed her breasts as told and found them firm as a rock. Until now, I had experienced old ladies spongy boobs, which was a new experience for me. Looking into my eyes, Babita lowered her ass, taking half of my cock in her pussy.

She breathed with relief as the initial penetration was complete. Padma Aunty stared at Babita, who took my thick cock like an experienced woman. Even I was surprised, she sucked cock like a pro, and now she was fucking me easily.

“Where did you learn to fuck like this, Babita? I almost died taking his monster inside me for the first time,” Padma Aunty asked Babita with disbelief in her eyes.

Blushing, Babita said, “I am not that experienced, Aunty. My boyfriends were lousy fuckers. The moment I took them in, they would cum. I learned this from my friends who have enjoyed sex with their relatives.”

“Didn’t you think of getting fucked by your uncle, Babita?” Padma Aunty asked.

“You know my mother. She is a conservative woman. She will die if she comes to know that I get fucked in my relative circle. Someone may boast of conquering me, and I didn’t want to take chances,” Babita said.

“You are bravely fucking Rajesh now. Are you not afraid of your mother now?” Padma Aunty asked.

“Either you or Rajesh should tell my mom, and I know you guys won’t get me in trouble. Should I keep talking, or can I fuck Rajesh? I can’t control anymore, Aunty,” Babita said in desperation.

“No, dear, carry on and enjoy yourself. Your secret will be safe with us,” Padma Aunty said.

Babita, beaming, started to move her ass up and down and started fucking 4 inches of my cock. I was testing the firmness of her small tits, rolling my thumb over her sharp nipples. Padma Aunty bending, resting her breasts on my thighs, was flickering Babita’s clit and caressing her soft bottom lips.

Babita rode me for a few minutes, holding my shoulders and said,” Rajesh, don’t you have manners? Hasn’t your sex teacher taught you to first kiss and romance before fucking a girl? You should be a good lover first and a good fucker later.”’

Padma Aunty and I looked at Babita wide-eyed. I thought she was far more mature than her age. Releasing her breasts, holding her head, kissing her lips. Babita opened her lips and sucked my lips, smearing them with her saliva. Taking my tongue into her mouth and sucked it hard.

I was taken aback by her brutal kiss but kissed her back. She mauled my lips and tongue like a tigress feasting on its prey. After kissing me, she pushed me and said, “Are you ready to explore me fully fucker boy?” I didn’t understand what she meant, and I nodded.

Babita took her hand off my cock and pressed down onto it cock taking all of it inside her. She didn’t even flinch even a bit, her pussy was too tight, and it was gripping my cock like a vice. Her pussy lips were stretched wide, and my cock was lodged deep in her.

Babita said, “Suck my nipples while I fuck you, Rajesh.” Turning to Padma Aunty said, “You suck my other nipple Aunty and don’t stop playing with my clitoris. I love when my clit is fingered or sucked.”

Padma Aunty said,” You are far more experienced than me, Babita. Let me see what more I can learn from you.” She took Babita’s left nipple and began to suck it. I latched onto the small nipple and started to suck.

Babita was riding my cock confidently and thumping her buttocks on my thighs when she landed down, taking me deep in her. She was sweating heavily, and I could feel her body shivering while pleasuring herself with my cock.

Padma Aunty and I had coated her chest with our saliva. Her breasts and flesh had turned red due to our sucking. Babita fucked me for about 10 minutes, and she was feeling tired. She had two orgasms when riding me coating my cock with her juices.

Babita asked, “Are you close, Rajesh?.”

“You tell me when I should finish. Do you want me to cum in you or pull out,” I said.

Babita, surprised, said, “My Goodness, no wonder Aunty fell for your withholding capacity. My BF would have finished in a minute. Give me a break, and we will fuck again. I want to see how long it will take to cum. I don’t mind you cumming in me but I want to swallow your cum.”

Saying she pushed Padma Aunty from her nipple, lifted her ass up taking my cock out from her tight pussy and got up from my lap.

My cock was up in the air, fully glistening and moistened with her juices. Padma Aunty sat back and stared at Babita’s pussy which was dripping juices. Babita pulled Padma Aunty up and said, “What, Aunty, you are still wearing a petticoat. Let me see your pussy. I didn’t see it properly in the kitchen.”

She removed the petticoat cord, let it fall to the floor. Seeing Padma Aunt’s clean shaved pussy exclaimed, “Wow, you have shaved it. Is it for your lover boy to feast on your pussy, Aunty?”

“Not only for him, but my friend Indu also likes to eat me. So I keep it clean,” Padma Aunty said.

“You tasted good when I sucked you. Will you give me again,” Babita asked.

“Of course, baby. You can eat me whenever you want to. Come, I will get you something to drink. You should be thirsty,” Said Padma Aunty and took Babita to the kitchen.

I saw two naked ladies walking and wriggling their asses at me. Padma Aunt’s ass was bigger and had no gap between her ass cheeks. Babita’s ass was average, maybe 34, and it was stood up and had no ounce of extra flesh. I saw a small gap between her ass cheeks.

After a few minutes, I saw the ladies returning carrying Mazaa soft drink bottles. While Padma Aunty walked, her thighs brushed each other, and her breasts swayed wildly to her movements. Babita’s small tits and the gap between her thighs stood proudly as she walked.

Even though she had not shaved, her pussy lips were visible, as there were only a few strands of pubic hairs on her mound. “Naughty boy, are you comparing our bodies,” Padma Aunty said, giving me a mazaa bottle.

Taking a sip, I said, “I was watching how sexy you both are. I am lucky to have you both.”

“You said the same when you were with me, my sister-in-law, and my friend Indira. You just want breasts, ass and pussy.” Padma Aunty said, laughing.

Babita said, “So he has fucked your co-sister and friend Aunty. Has he left any ladies in your relative circle and neighbourhood?”

Remembering Babita’s mom, Padma Aunty changed the subject and said, “Are you ready to take him again? Look how his little brother is throbbing to invade you again.”

“Yes, I am, aunty. How do you want us to fuck now,” Babita asked.

Padma Aunty went and sat on the sofa backrest with her feet on the sofa. Babita and I were watching her while she spoke, “Come, Babita, you wanted to eat me. Suck and eat my pussy while Rajesh will take you from back in the doggy style.”

Babita looking nervous, said, “I won’t have any control over his penetration depth Aunty. What ‘IF’ he enters the wrong hole.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I will kick him in his balls if he tries to hurt you. You can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable. Sex is for pleasure. It should be given and taken,” Padma Aunty convinced her.

Babita bending and placing her hands on Padma Aunt’s thighs, started licking her pussy. Standing behind Babita prodded her to widen her legs with my knees, which she acknowledged and spread wider. Her ass cheeks parted, showing her wrinkled ass hole, and she parted pussy lips.

But her love hole was below, and difficult for me to penetrate her. Placing my hand on her back, I pressed her down, and her ass rose. Now her pussy hole was in the correct position to enter her. I prodded her lips with my cockhead, sliding it from top to bottom, getting lubricated with her juices.

Placing my dick’s head at her opening, I penetrated her slowly, inch by inch. Of all the ladies I fucked, Babita had a tight pussy. It was gripping my cock tightly and allowing me to enter her freely. I pushed hard and entered her fully, and Babita gasped, taking her mouth off Padma Aunt’s pussy.

“This is what I feared, Aunty. Rajesh will tear my pussy with his monster,” Babita said, close to crying.

Padma Aunty caressing Babita’s hair, said, “The initial entry will always be tough, baby. Once your pussy gets accustomed to his cock, you will feel pleasure.”

Turning towards me said, “She is still a small girl. Go easy on her, Rajesh. You can show your powers on my pussy tonight, along with your uncle. Now fuck Babita gently.”

“What? Are you going to have a threesome with Uncle and Rajesh tonight?” Babita asked.

“I am still wondering if I want to do it, Babita. Now concentrate on getting your pleasure. Suck my pussy while Rajesh enjoys yours,” Padma Aunty said.

Dropping my hands down, caught Babita’s hanging tits, pulled out my cock a bit and thrust back inside her again. Padma Aunty had pressed Babita’s face to her pussy, not allowing the young girl to scream.

I began to fuck Babita in slow strokes. Her firm ass was hitting my abdomen while I was plunging inside her. She had another orgasm drenching my cock with her cum making it easy for me to plunder her pussy harder. Her small tits were crushed in my big palms.

Padma Aunty was watching me getting her pussy sucked and gave me a flying kiss. Winking at her, I increased my fucking speed. Babita’s body was shaking, and she raised her lips to Padma Aunt’s pussy and began screaming, “Ohh, my god, I am cumming. Fuck me hard, Rajesh.”

Padma Aunty quickly pressed Babita’s head onto her pussy and muffled her screams. Our neighbours could have heard her, especially her mother, Mamata Aunty. Babita sobered down after her orgasm flushing her juices and wetting my cock, and was eating pussy silently.

Padma Aunty indicated I finished off soon, and I increased my speed. Babita was receiving my deep thrusts like a good sport without any complaints, and without giving any warning, I started shooting my cum inside her flooded pussy.

I emptied my balls, bending down, turned Babita and kissed her lips, tasting Aunt’s cum. Babita’s pussy overflowed, and juices trickled down and fell on my feet. I pulled my cock out and sat on the sofa. Padma Aunty came down to sit beside me and, holding Babita’s ass-mouthed her pussy.

She sucked our combined juices from Babita’s pussy and licked her clean. Padma Aunty stood up, said, “Taste your juices, baby,” and kissed Babita.

Continued in the next part. Readers can mail me your comment at [email protected]. Horny girls and unsatisfied Aunties are free to chat, talk, and tell me about your wild desires. Horny boys can mail me your comments.

Agle din main jaldi uth gayi thi. Prakash aur main poori tarah nanga lete hue the. Maine Prakash ka soya hua lund dekha, aur mera hath apne aap uspe gaya aur use sehlane laga. Fir maine khudbakhud use mooh mein le liye.

Prakash neend mein hi aahe bhar raha tha. Kuch der lund chusai ke baad mera mooh mein dard hone laga. Fir maine thodi der handjob diya aur Prakash ka cum mere hathon main nikla. Main waha se uthkar bathroom main nahane chali gayi.

Maine apne aapko bathroom main dekha. Chehre eain bikhra hua kajal aur lipstick, hathon main aur boobs pe mehendi ki design. Main ek pakka randi lag rahi thi. Fir maine naha liya aur nanga hi bahar aa gaya.

Main fir Dressing Table wale room pe kuch kapde uthane gayi. Mujhe ek T-shirt aur shorts mila. Fir main room se nikalne se pahele waha pe pada hua makeup kit dekha. Fir maine youtube khola aur light makeup kar liya.

Waha maine ek mehendi ki cone dekha. Maine use uthaya. Aur apne lund pe Alisha likh liya. Fir thodi der main kitchen main coffee banane lag gayi. Tab tak mere lund ka mehendi sukh chuka tha.

Main fir dressing table ka almairah khola. Usme se ek white saari with red sleeveless uthakar pahen liya. Aur jasmine wala perfume laga liya. Fir main Mug main coffee bhar kar Prakash ke pass le gaya. Main bedroom main gayi aur Prakash ko jaga liya

Me: Janu uth jao.

Prakash: (neend mein) Are waah! Subah subah chinal raand ka darshan hua.

Me: Kyu acha nahi laga?

Prakash: (muskurate hue) Idhar aaja gandu.

Main thumke lagate hue bed par baith gayi aur Prakash ko coffee pakda diya. Woh bed pe seedha baith gaya aur mere boob daba diya.

Prakash: Kya hua meri Jaan? Aise thumke laga kar aayi ho, dard ho raha hai kya tere gand main.

Me: Ha mere chut main dard ho raha hai aapki kripa se.

Prakash: Kuch nahi hota ab se roz mera lund lena. Ek baar aadat pad gayi toh tujhe bhi maza aayega.

Maine ek smile diya aur apna coffee pee liya.

Kuch der mein doorbell baj gaya aur waha ka care taker aa gaya. Prakash ne mujhe darwaja kholne ko kaha. Maine kaha mujhe sharm aa rahi hai. Prakash ka kehna tha ki randiyon ko sharam nahi hota.

Aur apne patidev ko aise nanga kisi ke samne lekar jaana achi baat nahi hai. Ye sunkar main darwaja kholne gayi. Darwaje kholte hi maine dekha ek 6ft ke lambe kad wala aadmi, jinke lambe lambe daadhi hai.

55-60 saal ke umar ka mard khada hai. Unka naam hai Abdul Salim. Prakash unhe Abdul chacha bhi bulate hai. Abdul chacha ne jaise hi mujhe dekha thoda shock ho gaye.

Fir unhone zara mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha aur ek shaitani muskurahat dekar pucha, “Beti, Prakash kidhar hai?” Tabhi Prakash ek lungi pehenkar bedroom se bahar aa gaya.

Prakash aur Abdul chacha ghar ki saaf safai aur subah ka nashte ke baare mein baat kar rahe the. Fir chacha ne mere baare main pucha.

Chacha: Beti, aapka naam kya hai?

Me (thoda ghabrate hue): Alisha.

Chacha: Aap Prakash ke kon lagte ho?

Me: Unki patni.

Chacha: Prakash, Mast maal mila hai tujhe.

Prakash: Ji chacha, ye meri personal Randi hai. (Aur Prakash ne mere kandhe pe hath rakhkar mere left boob ko daba diya) Are Alisha, tumhe zara bhi tameez nahi hai, bade buzurg aaye toh unka pair choote hai.

Me: Ji…

Main Abdul chacha ke pair chu liya. Jaise hi main waha se uthne lagi tab Chacha ne mere sar pe hath rakh diya jaise aashirwad de rahe ho. Tab mera mooh bilkul Chacha ke lund ke pass tha.

Fir chacha ne apne dono hath mere chhati par rakhke uthaya aur dono hath se mere boob daba diya. Unhone kaha ki woh baad main aayenge aur fir woh chale gaye.

Maine Prakash se pucha ki ye sab kya tha toh usne kaha ki baad main bata dunga. Aur darwaja band karke mujhe ek lamba smooch diya aur mere boobs dabane laga.

Fir usne mujhe nanga kar diya aur woh khud bhi nanga ho gaya aur maine use blowjob diya. Fir usne mujhe doggy position main kar diya aur apna lund mere gand main daal diya aur dhakke dene laga. Main ‘Aah!’ ki aawaze nikal raha tha.

Main bohut hi garam ho chuka tha. Tab Prakash ne kaha, “Saali raand ab se main jisse bhi bolu tu usse chudwayegi.” Main itni garam thi ki ha mein ha milata gaya.

Fir thodi der meri mast chudai ke baad Prakash ne mere gaand se bahar lund nikal diya. Mujhe mere ghutno pe bitha diya aur mere mooh ke andar jhad diya aur maine uska saara cum pee liya.

Prakash ne fir mujhse kaha ki mujhe Abdul chacha se chudwana padega. Mujhe ab aise randi banne mein maza aa raha tha. Isliye maine josh mein keh diya tum jisse bhi bologe unse chudwane ko tayyar hoon.

Thodi der mein breakfast aa gaya Zomato se. Prakash ne mujhe dekha main samajh gayi. Main nanga hi darwaja khol diya aur khana utha liya. Delivery boy mujhe bas dekhta raha.

Maine pucha kitne hue toh usne kaha 177. Main waise hi andar gayi aur 500 ka note lekar wapas aa gaya. Aur delivery boy ko de diya. Woh change nikal raha tha aur dheere dheere apna time le raha tha.

Main bhi ek kaatilana smile dekar darwaje par khada tha. Fir usne mujhe change return kiya aur bina kuch bole waha se jaa raha tha. Maine use rok liya aur kaha aapne 20 rupaye zyada diye hai woh wapas aa gaye 20 rupaye lene.

Toh iss baar main bhi use dheere dheere paise dene laga. Usne kaha ki, “Aapke nails bohut ache lag rahe hai mehendi ke sath.” Maine use 20 rupaye diya aur uske gaal par apna nails feirathe hua pucha, “Acha laga?”

Usne kaha ha. Aur jaate jaate usne mera nipple nichod ke gaya. Mujhe thoda dard hua fir maine use bye kiya. Prakash ye sab dekhke muskura raha tha. Fir hum dono ne aise hi nange breakfast kiya.

Agar aapko kahani pasand aaye toh like aur comment karo. Kahani abhi tak khatam nahi hua hai. Thoda lamba kahani hai, ye toh bas shuruwat hai.

I and my wife Gayathri definitely had an open-minded discussion last week. And to my luck, she was well-behaved and patient during the entire process of finding my issue with erections. I was able to convince Gayathri to an extent where at least she was ready to listen to my confessions and agreed to do some relatively safe flaunts and not too shady ones.

At this point, even I was not sure what were safe and yet erotic things that I might ask her to do. Time would tell how things might turn out. Honestly, my wife’s demonstration to me fooling and parading around the milkman without panties underneath and unbuttoned nighty, was the epic scene that a male pervert would ever imagine from a traditional wife. I should be either a very lucky person or a very bad loser for this erotic finding.

Diagnosing my sloppy wiener’s (penis) crazy behavior would be a great pain if we consulted a doctor. It would have taken forever and I might have ended up using pills for the rest of my sexual life.

All this happened over two weeks. In these two weeks, I was able to perform thrice compared to the once-in-a-month sex we had, that too, with enhancing pills I secretly bought. I blamed myself for this issue I was facing. Let me give my background on why I ended up losing erections. Like every other man, I did masturbate from my teenage. I got addicted to it.

To give you a perspective of the frequency, you won’t believe, I would empty my balls for every chance I get to spend some time alone.

Did I stop doing it now, no? Even after the marriage, it was the same case long hours shagging in the bathrooms and being unable to get erections while I needed it in bed.

All those times while shagging, I would imagine my neighbors’ and friends’ hot moms exposing upon my request to show their cleavage and showing ass to me. It was because I saw them cleaning the front yards of their homes in night dresses, showing cleavages and ass views.

Now, there was a catch to this. I would only imagine one person at a time obeying my requests – one shag for cleavage, another for striptease, allowing groping and eventually sex.

Each request required some private place. Let it be my bedroom where I sleep alone or during bath time. Like this, I shagged four times a day for each imaginative MILFS I came across.

This was happening without any practical experience in bed for years. My penis got used to the imagination and different persons, although I occasionally masturbate now because of the lack of privacy at home while married. I still do it. But I would imagine my friends’ wives now.

This was the reason I lost interest during the actual act with Gayathri because of the complicated assumptions I made in my mind. But the last two weeks were different. My erections were at full scale, but the main character in my imagination during sex was my lovely wife Gayathri Iyer doing all sorts of naughty things around strangers.

I was hundred percent sure any young stud or old boomer uncle would have an urge to at least try to make eye contact with Gayathri while she was out for some work. Some of my friends, shop keepers, and helper boys were always ready to help her with all sorts of unnecessary things such as carrying groceries or bringing some heavy items from the market even if she didn’t need help. You know why they do all these despite Gayathri always saying big ‘NO’ to their requests. They were doing it just to make conversation with her and get to know more about her.

Luckily, I was glad she never encouraged any of them because she was loyal to me and in the same way I was loyal to her. But I shagged for all her friends too later in the night, imagining all sorts of my naughty requests in mind because my mind was an imaginative pervert.

After the two weeks of exotic frenzy I and Gayathri had, whenever colleagues at work asked me how are you and how is your wife doing, I answered, “Yes, we are good.” But in my mind, I was like, “Yes, I am fantastic and my wife is sexier and bolder than usual from the last time you saw her.” But I couldn’t open up like that not yet at least.

Let me tell you why they ask how my wife is doing even though they had hardly met her once at our marriage reception. They were leering at her right in front of me and trying to give a handshake to her as part of their congratulations.

Why they would do all these is because she was very beautiful. Gayathri is 5 feet 5 inches tall and is around 58 kg. She is very attractive in either sarees or salwar kameez. Her bust is very attractive with a 36D size. But she prefers 36C size bras to hold the boobs firm and high. She has a sculpted ass just like a ripen peach fruit. She always does her waxing to keep everything smooth and moist in her skin very well which will bring a glow to her fair skin.

If she blushes or feels shy, her cheeks would become rosy pink and her eyes are always pleasing. Her face is oval and had beautiful lips always with the appropriate lipstick color which stands out. Also, she always puts a bindi on her forehead which would look sexier as fuck. Overall, she is a traditional spotless beauty.

Anything she carries on her body is just for enhancing her beauty. Believe me, since I know if she stands butt naked in front of a lady, they can’t stand a chance. They will have a wet patch on their panty too. I am trying to say that they will be jealous of her perfect body. By the way, she does have a nose piercing with a shiny diamond stud that I presented to her.

She is in this toned shape because she does all the housework and also had a treadmill at home which she uses occasionally. I know it’s hard to believe the perfect sizes and beauty I explained here. But why can’t an Iyer family boy working in an MNC and hailing from an upper-middle-class family marry such beauty around Iyer families?

It’s not like Gayathri’s family is poor that they had to marry her to me. We met through a common friend of my dad’s and FIL’s family gathering and the alliance was set there she agreed to marry me because I am also handsome and flirty.

While I was coming back from office on Monday, I doubted in my mind did she answer the milkman’s call the same as she did before or if she did not. The only way I could find was to reach home and ask her.

I quickly reached home and rang the doorbell. Gayathri was now in a different nightly. But all buttons were intact and to my curiosity, I hugged her and felt the boobs by giving a grab to them just to see if she had a bra or not. She didn’t have it. And I didn’t check panties though since she said –

Gayathri: Hello husband, please calm down. I do have it, don’t worry.

She noticed my anxiety and said: Look dear, how could you expect me to do the same I did last week without your presence?

And she also said she was not that self-stimulated to do exposing to strangers.

I kissed and said: I was only hugging you nothing else (I pretended).

She was clever and won’t believe my words.

Gayathri: Please dear, no more games of that sort.

And she said she informed the milkman not to bring milk anymore. I was shocked to learn that she was just backing off from our deal which we made a day back.

Then I left the conversation with a huge disappointment. I had my bath and went on to watch TV. She bought me food and was trying to feed me. I was not in the mood to eat after all my excitement was turned into ashes that she won’t co-operate any further.

My behavior was erratic. I won’t yell yet her or show signs of anger at her. But I was feeling lost all the time. This happened for two days.

On Thursday morning for the first time to help her understand my situation, I said: Ok let’s get inside the bedroom and have fun.

Even though I was getting late for office. We went inside the bedroom and stripped off each other’s clothes. Yes, I did get an erection, but as usual, it was sloppy in a minute.

Then I asked Gayathri to do something to make it harder. She said: As a female, I am in my most vulnerable state just fully naked in front of you. And you know I am very well-built and good-looking. If this does not make it harder what else I can do?

Me: Ok Gayathri just answer one thing. Why did you tell the milkman to stop coming? After a long time, I had my fullest erections. I was happy and thought my sex life is getting better. You just ruined the harmless fun I am having. Can you explain why you did that even though we had a deal to have fun with strangers?

Gayathri: Krish(na) baby you are right. I had to do it because I was scared. I mean when you left for the office the milkman arrived as usual. But he also brought one more person with him on the bike. And for a while milkman was standing at the doorstep trying to get a peek at my neckline.

Gayathri: All the time another person on the bike was checking on me by moving side to side so that he might get some glance. At that moment, I was not at all trying to fool the milkman. But still, they were expecting something from me. That was when I decided not to do it anymore.

Me: Oh my poor wife, come here. Sorry for not asking why would you suddenly behave like this that makes sense. Please tell all these things to me as they happen. These are the ones that make me hornier.

Gayathri: Wait a minute Krish, all this time while I am explaining my experience, you are imagining something else right? Why is your penis erect now?

Me: See Gayathri that’s the catch here, even though you didn’t do any move. The milkman was eager to have a second good look at you and also bringing his buddy along with him is an exotic feeling for me. I mean look at this raging boner, won’t this excite you?

Gayathri: Yes it does, but it’s creepy to think that boner is for an imaginative feeling instead of me actually causing it.

Me: Gayathri I know this is weird. But look at the positive side to this, small efforts make huge differences in our lives.

Gayathri: You sound very comfortable parading me around strangers while I am scared to death thinking of backfiring.

Me: What is the worry about dear? What you said is right we have to think through the situations and make our move just to avoid embarrassment. Are you still in the game Gayathri?

She said she was not sure and asked what would happen if someone knew that she was willingly exposing for others to see and came back again and again since they knew our place.

Me: Oh wait, Gayathri, who asked you to willingly expose? We have to make them accidental. After all who is asking you to do all this? Your husband. And why would you worry about it? I am the one who needs to be more careful after what I ask you to do. If you love me and really believe in me, make a promise that you will help me get my erections back for the erotic stuff I ask for.

Gayathri thought for a while and said, She would do things that bring no harm. And she should have the last saying whether she would do it or not in certain situations. All the outcomes of such situations should be well planned without causing disturbance to their normal life.

Me: Oh Gayathri, finally thank you. With those words, I am relieved.

And had a beautiful time having sex with her that morning and left for the office. Now that the game is on, I quickly needed to come up with ideas. In the office, I hardly worked for an hour or two and spent the rest of the time carefully designing the situations I wanted Gayathri to do.

After so many crazy thoughts which might be level 4 exhibitionism and a definite no from her, I had one level 1 idea which would just put men in an uneasy state. But still would look genuine without raising doubts.

It was a birthday party for a friend’s son. I wanted to return a favor to my friend because his wife gave me multiple boners while I attended some of their parties.

Then I went home and told Gayathri about this Saturday’s birthday party plan.

I said: I am excited about this party.

I told her to open her wardrobe and put all sarees out on the bed and their blouses too.

Almost all the sarees had matching blouses and all had good thick fabric linings in the blouses.

Then  I asked Gayathri: Do you have any little transparent blouse?

She asked: Why?

This was the first ask from me since our conversation from yesterday and I was only getting a few ideas to do things secretly not putting us in the spotlight. She said she didn’t have one and she might not do it because my ask was to wear a transparent blouse.

I said: Don’t worry, the transparency will be only for the blouse and you can still wear a bra and saree that covers it most of the time.

And when the time would be right she would have to slide the saree a bit and adjust it again.

Gayathri gave it a thought and agreed with one condition that she would only slide the saree pallu(thin wrapped edge covering the upper portion of the body on one side) twice when the time would be right and I should be around her all the time.

I said: Ok. Now show me the blouse. Let me take a look at it. Gayathri left it to my decision for color choice. None of them was transparent.

Then I asked: Should we buy ready-made ones (since the party was only one day from then)?

She said: It will be hard for us to find a tailor who will stitch it, and don’t ask any questions about transparency.

Me: Ok then what else we can do?

Gayathri said: I can do the alterations needed tomorrow. But it will take a while to slowly remove stitches to remove the lining. And I will not be able to use it anymore around family functions once done.

I said: It’s fine. You can buy new blouses later. But please do make this pink blouse transparent.

And we slept tight.

The next morning, it was Friday. she smiled and kissed me on the forehead to see my anxiety. I reached the office and made a video call to see the progress of lining removal.

I asked Gayathri: Where are we with the blouse?

She said she just removed the back portion of the lining and she would start the front side after lunch.

I asked her: Do it quickly, and call me when done.

She said: Don’t worry, there is a whole evening left before tomorrow.

In the meanwhile, I was plotting an alternate plan just in case level 1 of revealing did not cause any erections to me. It was almost evening.

Gayathri called me and said: Dear hubby, your ask is finished and now I am feeling very shy to wear this one at home only. How can I wear it outside?

Me: Can you show me how it looks?

Gayathri: Come home, I will show you.

Then I left the office early. Once I reached home Gayathri was already wearing the blouse with a white slip inside. She was in a pink short-sleeved blouse I knew this one from our 1st anniversary.

It was a good fit on her and the sleeves were silver lined with thread designs the same went for the back portion of the blouse. It had a front opening and the removed lining would almost show 75 percent skin clearly. But she had this slip which was ruining the fun.

She said: How does it look? Will it be ugly to wear or should we back off from the plan?

I said: This is fine, but I will make a small adjustment tomorrow before the party and you should not say no to it.

She said she would do it as long as the adjustment would be a small change from what she already wore.

Gayathri was feeling a bit confident because of the slip kind of bra she wore while she was showing. The blouse was almost like another lining underneath covering 90 percent of blossoms and for a regular man it would not make any statement. But I knew giving the right bra to it would make the trick.

Finally, the weekend came. In the evening time as planned, she wore the blouse we planned and a pink saree with similar stitches with silver threads at the borders. And she put on adequate jewelry and little makeup.

As she sat on the bed while I was getting ready. I asked her to slide the saree on the right side which she did with a cheeky smile and asked if was it helping him.

I said: Look Gayathri, for all the planning we did you were wearing a white slip kind of bra inside which is almost like full lining. Now the reason I asked you yesterday for a small adjustment is the slip itself.

Then I kept my hands in my pocket and handed her one of her old white bras and asked her to wear that.

Gayathri said: No way I will wear it.

Because it was one size smaller and also had a silver floral design that would easily pop through the blouse and it had thin straps all around and not covering much of her cleavage.

Me: Yes exactly, wasn’t this our plan for transparency, baby? I am not asking for your opinion here, you already made a promise.

She was silent for a while with her head down. I sat beside her and asked her what was the problem.

She said: I will look like a whore at the party.

And she did not want to come.

I consoled her and said: Look baby, you are doing this for me and why do you care about others thinking of you as some whore?

I further added: Sometimes celebrities will have wardrobe malfunction that does not make them whore. They are still actors and more gossiped ever than before.

Me: Anyway, I am asking you small favor, right? Because all the time you will be covered with a saree at the party and when I signal, you will lose the saree a little to reveal the blouse. It’s as simple as that.

She stood up with a grin on her face and went into the bathroom and asked me for the old floral bra. I gave it and after a minute, she threw a white slip on my face and started blabbering from inside with one edge of the saree in her mouth.

In her muffled voice, my wife said she was doing this only for me to get erections. By chance if I didn’t get one, she would never do it again. Also, she said she should not be the center of attraction at parties or for gossip around party guests.

If I made sure of these things, she would do the saree slides twice. But anything seemed to fall apart she would only do it once. I said ok.

Then she came out and said: Let’s go.

I asked her to show it once.

She said: Come and see it yourself.

Then I went near her and slid the saree to see the right side of the boob. Yes, this was exactly what I was looking for – more than I wanted at this point for level 1. It would show most of her side boobs and cleavage was on spot.

The back of the blouse showed all of the back straps. On shoulders, it was transparent. Overall, if anyone noticed this blouse and bra, they would definitely get hard boners.

We started to party and throughout the way she was covering her blouse with a saree wrapped around. I told her thanks in advance for doing this and that I would definitely repay this. She had a worried face and a small smile too to cover up the anxiety.

We reached the party. Find out what happened at the party in the next part.

To be continued.

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Hello guys mera naam Suraj hai. Main Dehradun ka rehne wala hu. Ye wakiya meri zindagi mein bahut pehle hi shuru ho gaya tha, jab main 10th standard mein tha.

To mere school mein ek ma’am thi. Wo mujhe nahi padhati thi, par wo mujhe bahut hot lagti thi. Aur wo mujhe pasand thi. Unki height 6 feet 10 inch thi, aur sexy boobs and ass. Unki ass to aisi thi ki dekhne bhar se koi bhi jhad jayega.

Maine bahut baar canteen mein bheed mein se unki gaand par hath bhi rakha tha. Mujhe laga bheed mein pata nahi chelega. Par ma’am aksar mujhe dekh kar muskurati thi. Fir aise hi chalta raha, aur main college mein aa gaya.

Ab to main bhool bhi chuka tha ma’am ke baare mein. Bas unki ass yaad thi mujhe. Aur haa doston, mujhe femdom, mistress aur slave ke baare mein kuch nahi pata tha us waqt.

Mujhe shock tab laga, jab second year 1st sem mein wo ma’am hame digital electronics padhane ke liye aaye. Ma’am to ab pehle se bhi zyada hot lag rahi thi. Mere college ke dost bhi ma’am ki gaand ke deewane ho gaye the. Mujhe aaj bhi wo din yaad hai. Mere sabhi subjects mein ache marks the, bas ma’am ke subject ko chhodh kar. Sirf mere hi nahi, sabhi ladkon ke kam the, kyunki kyunki koi bhi ladka padhayi nahi karta tha, aur sab ma’am ki ass par hi dyan rakhte the.

2 months ho gaye the ma’am ko college mein aaye. Main assignment submit karne ma’am ke cabin mein gaya. Ma’am laptop chala rahi thi. Fir ma’am ne poocha mere se-

Ma’am: Tumhe mera padhaya hua samajh mein nahi aata kya? Mere subject mein hi kyun kam hai marks?

Maine kaha: Ma’am wo baat nahi hai.

Ma’am ne kaha: To kya hai batao?

Fir maine ma’am ko kaha: Ma’am aap gussa karogi, aur meri Dean ko report bhi kar dogi (maine haste hue kaha).

Ma’am ne kaha: Kuch bhi ho, main kisi ko nahi bataungi.

To maine bataya: Ma’am aap bahut sexy ho, to class mein kisi ka dhyan padhayi mein nahi lagta. Aapke tight kapdo ki wajah se aapka figure poora dekhte hai sab.

To ma’am 10 seconds tak kuch nahi boli. Maine socha tu to gaya beta. Par ma’am ne mujhe daantne ki bajaye mujhe kaha-

Ma’am: Tu pehla hai jisne mujhe bataya hai. Mujhe to phele se hi pata tha kya problem thi.

Maine kaha: Ma’am aap thode loose kapde pehna karo.

Ma’am boli: Kyu, tum logon ka dimaag ganda hai to isme mere kapdo ki kya galti?

Aur fir ma’am ne kaha: Ye camera dekh raha hai? Teri saari baatein record kar li hai maine. Ab Dean ke cabin mein milna tu. Mujhe kapde change karne ko bol raha hai sala.

Main samaj gaya ki maine ma’am ki baat par zyada vishwas kar liya tha, aur kuch zyada hi bol gaya tha. Main bahut darr gaya, aur meri to gotiya muh mein aa gayi thi.

Mere muh se bas sorry ma’am, sorry ma’am hi nikal raha tha. 5-10 minute sorry bolta raha main, ma’am fir baahar jaane lagi. Maine ma’am ke pair pakad liye. Ma’am ke pair pakde to ma’am thoda sa muskurayi. Par jaise hi maine ma’am ke face par dekha, to ma’am ne ek thappad mere gaal par mara.

Unhone kaha: Chhodh, par abhi nahi bataungi dean ko. Sochne de mujhe phele, kya karna hai tere sath.

Aur ma’am chali gayi. Mujhe raat mein need bhi nahi aayi us raat. Agle din ma’am ne mujhe cabin mein bulaya aur kaha-

Ma’am: Teri video main Dean ke office mein de doongi aaj, aur tujhe college se baahar karati hu.

Meri rone wali shakal ho gayi thi.

Maine kaha: Ma’am please aisa mat karo.

Ma’am ne kaha: Kyun na karu? Koi ek wajah to bata, ki main dean ke office mein teri report kyun na karu?

Maine kaha: Ma’am maaf kar do please, sorry ma’amm

Ma’am ne mere ek thappad mara aur boli: Saale tujhe to main barbaad kar doongi.

Maine kaha: Ma’am aap mere se paise lelo. Maaf kar do please.

Ma’am ne mere ek aur thappad mara, aur kaha: Saale tujhe main kya lagti hu?

Maine kaha: Ma’am aap hi batao main aapke liya kya karu? Taaki aap mujhe maaf kar do. Please ma’am.

Ma’am ne kaha: Kuch bhi karega tu?

Maine kaha: Haa ma’am, meri zindagi ka sawaal hai.

Ma’am ne kaha: Tujhe mera gulaam banna hoga.

Maine kaha: Ma’am gulaam! Kya karna hoga ma’am mujhe?

Doston jaise ki maine aapko bataya hi hai, mujhe us samay femdom ke baare mein kuch pata nahi tha.

Ma’am ne kaha: Saale tujhe femdom slave ke baare mein nahi pata kya?

Maine kaha: No ma’am.

Fir ma’am ne mera number le liya, aur kaha: Raat 1 baje online rehna.

Fir main ghar aa kar so gaya, taaki raat ko jaag saku. Raat theek 1 baje ma’am ka message aaya. Message mein bahut saare links the.

Ma’am ne kaha: Saale ye saare video dekh, agar nahi dekhi, to apna haal soch lena. Kal poochungi har video ke baare mein.

Lagbhag 5 ghante ki videos thi sari. Maine video dekhna shuru kiya. Porn to maine pehle dekh hi rakhi thi. Mujhe laga gulaam wo hota hai, jab ma’am ka mood hoga to mujhse chudengi. Meri khushi ka koi thikana nahi tha, par jaise hi link par click kara to meri sari khushi gam mein badal gayi.

Pehle 1 ghante mein sari foot slave aur armpit slave ki videos thi. Maine socha ye kya bawaal tha. Fir doosre ghante mein bdsm and slapping, aur ball kicking ki videos thi. Ab to main pagal sa ho raha tha. Thappad khaane se mujhe kabhi maza nahi aaya, par wo videos dekhte hue

Mujhe bas wo ma’am ka hath hi yaad aa raha tha, jab unhone mere thappad maare the. Aisa lag raha tha jaise ki mere andar ka slave/gulaam baahar aa raha ho.

Fir 3 ghante wali video femdom hypnosis jisme chut aur gaand ki photo flash ho rahi thi, aur background mein women are superior wali brainwashing audio chal rahi thi dekh raha tha.

Mujhe usme aisa kuch khaas nahi laga, par mujhe nangi chut aur gaand ki images dekh-dekh kar mera lund poora tight ho rakha tha. Maine us video ko dekhte hue hi muth maar li, aur mera maal kuch zyada hi nikla.

Pata nahi kyu mujhe bas chut ya gaand chaatni thi us waqt, jab ki mujhe chut aur gaand ko chaatna pasand nahi tha. Meri gf ki bhi hamesha oil laga ke hi chut maari thi maine.

Main so gaya 3 ghante ki video dekh ke. Subha utha to socha yaar, ye kya kar diya maine? Ab ma’am nahi chhodhengi mujhe.

College gaya to pata chala ki ma’am to aaj aayi nahi thi. Main khush ho gaya, aur socha aaj baaki ki video bhi dekh loonga.

Aur ab mujhe femdom ke baare mein pata chala tha. Maine aur bhi video dekhi femdom par, aur mujhe dominant women se pyar sa hone laga. Fir socha ma’am wali videos dekh leta hu.

4 ghante wali video mein slave life thi. Usme mistress ki chut aur gaand chaatne waale slave, unki armpit chaatne aur unki panty muh mein lene waale slave par thi. Wo video mujhe bahut achi lagi.

Jab video dekh raha tha, to bas mann mein ek hi khayaal tha, ki kaash main hota uski jagah par. Fir main femdom ki duniya mein kho gaya, aur 1-2 ghante related videos mein se hi femdom videos dekhta raha. Aur fir main muth maar ke so gaya.

Subha socha 1 ghanta reh gaya hai yaar kahi ma’am kuch kahengi to nahi. Fir main college gaya. Lunch mein ma’am ne cabin mein bulaya aur kaha-

Ma’am: Kyu kutte, dekh li sari videos?

Maine kaha: Haa ma’am.

Ma’am ne thappad mara aur kaha: Saale maadarchod, maalkin bol.

Maine kaha: Ji maalkin.

Maalkin ne cabin lock kiya, aur kaha: Chal kutte, pair chaat.

Maine maalkin ke pair ko smell kiya. Doston aisi mehak se main to pagal ho gaya. Bas pata hi nahi chala ki kab main unke talve chaatne laga, aur lunch over bhi ho gaya.

Maalkin ne kaha: Kal fir aana. Muh khol kutte.

Maine kaha: Ji maalkin.

Aur maalkin ne mere muh mein thook bhar di. Main rass samajh kar sara pee gaya. Ghar jaake last ghante ki video dekhni shuru kari. To bas mera sar chakra gaya.

Last video toilet slave aur scat slave pe thi. Us video mein slave mistress ka shit khaa rahe the, aur moot pee rahe the. Maine socha ye kya, inko ulti nahi aati. Mere dimaag mein shit eating slave ki picture chhap gayi.

Mujhe darr lagne laga kahi ma’am mujhe shit khaane ko naa blackmail kare. Maine socha peshaab to pee sakta hu, tatti nahi khaunga. Fir kya tha, ma’am mujhe bahut baar cabin mein bula kar gulaami karwati thi.

Par zyada kuch nahi bas thappad maarti thi. Aur ab maalkin mere muh mein thook diya karti.

Doston main maalkin ki khushbu ka deewana hone gaya tha. Aur dheere-dheere poora maalkin ka kutta banne ki chaah badhti jaa rahi thi.

Ek din maine maalkin ko kaha: Maalkin aapki chut chaatni hai mujhe.

Maalkin ne thappad maar ke kaha: Kutte tu meri chut ke laayak nahi hai kutte.

Maine kaha: Please maalkin.

Fir maalkin ne bataya ki unki fantasy thi toilet slave rakhne ki.

Maalkin: Tujhe chut aur gaand tabhi chaatne ko milegi, agar tu mera toilet slave bane.

Maine kaha: Maalkin main aapka toilet slave ban sakta hu, par aapka moot pee sakta hu. Aapki tatti nahi khaa sakta main maalkin.

Maalkin ne kaha: Theek hai kutte. Sunday ko tujhe call karti hu.

Main to besabri se Sunday ka intezaar karne laga.

Fir subha 8 baje ma’am ki call aayi. Ma’am ne apne ghar ka address bataya, aur bola ki aa jaa.

Meri maalkin akele rehti thi, aur house rent par le rakha tha college mein padhane ke liye. Main ghar keh kar gaya ki dost ke ghar padhne jaa raha hu, aur khaana bhi waahi khaa loonga.

Fir main hotel pahuncha kareeb 8:40 pe. Maalkin ne leather black suit pehan rakha tha, jo maine bahut sari femdom videos mein dekha tha. Mera lund poora tight ho gaya maalkin ko dekte hi.

Maalkin ne kaha: Kutte, door lock kar. Aur kutte kapde nahi pehante. Chal saare kapde utaar de.

Fir maalkin ne kaha: Chal talve chaat mere kutte.

Maine maalkin ke talve chaat ke saaf kar diye. Fir maalkin ne apni dirty panty mere sar pe pehna di. Main panty ki khushbu mein kho gaya. Time ka pata hi nahi chala, aur mujhe bhookh lag gayi.

Maalkin ne kaha: Pyaas bhi lagi hogi?

Maalkin ke paas ek custom built toilet slave box sa tha. Usme hand lock, head lock tha.

Fir maalkin ne kaha: Apna sar isme laga.

Maine kaha: Ji maalkin.

Us waqt tak main maalkin ka poora kutta ban chuka tha. Maalkin ki panty ki smell meri naak mein jaa rahi thi, aur main maalkin ki chut ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta tha.

Fir maalkin ne mere hand lock kar diye. Mera sar lock kar diya, aur mere pair baandh diye. Aur fir wo toilet seat close karke chali gayi. Main soch raha tha kab aayengi maalkin. Fir 10 minute baad maalkin aayi, aur toilet seat uthayi. Fir unhone kaha: Kutte ek bhi drop waste nahi honi chahiye. Teri gaand faad doongi saale.

Maalkin ne kaha: Chal ab muh khol kutte.

Aur mera muh apne aap khul gaya, aur itna bada muh pehle to kabhi nahi khola hoga maine.

Fir kya tha, maalkin ne apne moot ki dhaar seedhi mere muh ke andar mari. Maalkin ka moot mere muh mein tha, ye soch kar to mujhe kuch alag sa hi feel hua.

Main maalkin ka sara moot pee gaya. Thoda salty tha, par tasty laga mujhe. Aisa laga pehli baar pyaas bujhi thi meri.

Fir meri maalkin ne kaha: Kaisa laga kutte?

Maine kaha: Ye to amrit hai maalkin amrit.

Fir maalkin toilet seat neeche karke chali gayi. Main toilet mein lock hi raha. Lagbhag 2 baje ke aas-paas meri bhookh bardaasht ke baahar jaane lagi. Main bhookh ki wajah se maalkin-maalkin chillane laga.

Fir pata chala ki maalkin to so gayi thi. Main bhi so gaya wahi pade-pade. 4 baje meri neend khuli to toilet seat ke neeche se dekha ki pizza aur burger rakhe the. Maine socha maalkin ne mangwaye honge. Fir maalkin aayi, aur kuch nahi boli. Unhone toilet seat upar ki, aur seedha mootne lagi. Mera muh bhi automatically khul gaya, aur mujhe ek baar aur amrit peene ka mauka mila.

Maine kaha: Maalkin bhookh lagi hai bahut zor se. Kuch khaane ko de do.

Maalkin ne kaha: Ye sara tere liye hi hai.

Main khush ho gaya.

Fir maalkin ne kaha: 3 ghante aur rukna padega mere toilet mein.

Maine kaha: Theek hai maalkin.

Main samajh chuka tha, ki ye sab pehle maalkin ki body se hote hue meri body mein aayega.

Main itna bhookha tha. Mere ko bas maalkin ka shit hi milega bas. 6:40 par aakhir-kaar mujhe khaana mila.

Maalkin ne kuch nahi bola. Unhone toilet seat uthayi, aur apni gaand mere muh se chipka di. Maine socha itni sundar maalkin ka shit ganda kaise ho sakta hai, aur maalkin ki gaand ki mehak mujhe deewana bana rahi thi. Fir kya tha, maalkin ne kaha-

Maalkin: Apne hontho ko gaand ke chhed se chipka le. Tujhe dekhna nahi padega kutte.

Maalkin ki shit mere muh mein aa gayi. Swaad acha nahi tha, par maalkin ke kaha-

Maalkin: Thoda chaba, tujhe nigalne ke liye amrit bhi deti hu.

Fir maine hontho ko maalkin ki chut se chipka liya, aur maalkin ke amrit ke sath poora shit nigal gaya. Fir maalkin ne aur amrit diya.

Thoda muh mein hila kar poora shit jo daanto par laga tha, sab nigal gaya. Tab jaa kar meri bhookh miti.

Fir 7 baje maalkin ne mujhe khola, aur kaha-

Maalkin: Kutte, kapde utaar mere.

Maine maalkin ko nangi kar diya.

Maalkin ne kaha: Chal kutte gaand chaat kar saaf kar.

15 minute gaand chaatne ke baad maalkin mere muh par baith gayi, aur brutal facial-sitting karne lagi.

Maalkin ne meri nak ko gaand mein aur jeebh ko chut mein daal kar rakha tha. 25 minute mere face pe ride karne ke baad maalkin ne mere muh mein hi jhaad diya.

Maalkin ka jhaad wala paani piya to main sochne laga ki iske liye to main roz shit khaa  sakta tha. Unki jhaad ke aage rass-malayi bhi fail thi.

Maalkin ne bhi lagbhag aadha glass mere muh mein jhaada. Main to usko bahut dheere-dheere se pee raha tha, jaise poora swaad le saku. Fir lagbhag 8 baje wo bathroom mein shower lene gayi. Wo mujhe bhi ek kutte ki tarah nehla rahi thi.

Fir shower mein meri muth bhi mari maalkin ne, aur kaha: Tu aaj acha kutta banke raha, isliye ye tera inaam hai.

Maalkin ne jab lund pakda to lund jaise khaal se baahar nikalna chaahta ho. 5 minute mein maine bahut sara jhaad diya. Jhadne ke baad mujhe realise hua, ki aaj maine sari hadde paar kar di thi. Par maalkin ko nangi dekh ke shower mein sab bhool gaya.

Maine kaha: Maalkin aapka doodh pee sakta hu?

Maalkin ne kaha: Aaj main tujhse khush hu, to pee le kutte.

Fir main maalkin soft bade boobs ko hontho se dabane laga. Par dood nahi tha. Fir maalkin ne mere muh mein thook kar pyaas bujhayi meri.

Fir main jaldi-jaldi kapde pehan kar ghar chala gaya.

Next Sunday ko kya-kya hua, ye agli baar bataunga. Like karo meri story ko.

Aur kisi maalkin ko toilet slave chahiye Dehradun Haridwar Roorkee mein, to [email protected] par mail kare.

As we reached the party, my wife was reluctant to get down from the car. This was beyond my comfort level and I was tensed, “Please don’t make me do this”, said my wife Gayathri.

I said: Look dear, I understand your problem of back-bitched once someone notices your blouse. Now, carefully watch the guests as they arrive. I will show you to what extent our fellow guests expose.

One couple arrived as we spoke and once they got down from the car, I showed Gayathri a lady with her sleeveless blouse making adjustments to her saree. I asked Gayathri what in the world would this lady do to correct the saree.

Gayathri said she would correct the saree in such a way that it would not show her boobs.

I told her: Not only this lady, but you can also observe some others too. If anyone wearing the sleeveless and transparent saree tries to cover them up appropriately, I will take you home directly without further compulsion.

Me: But if that is not the case, you should get out of the car confidently, not covering your top with a wrapped saree.

She gave it a thought for a bit and agreed to my condition. I was in a tense tone saying to myself in a low voice, “Please please please ladies, please show off your boobs to make my day.”

In this 21st century, modern women are never conservative if they are already into t-shirts, jeans, and sleeveless. All they need is a perfect excuse to attend exclusive parties with same-age group friends.

Today, my luck was bad, I guess. I mean, some were revealing and some were still traditional. But our condition was, all ladies with sleeveless doing did show off their boobd. So I failed. Then in a pleasing tone, I asked her –

Me: Do you feel somewhat confident now? Some are ladies showing off intentionally.

She said, ‘NO’ and said: Listen, dear, all the ladies arriving are wearing revealing sarees and some are not, I understand. And god knows why they are intentionally showing their assets like that. You are not asking the same from me as they do.

She: I would have probably agreed to wear sleeveless or do a milkman’s episode without this much hesitation. But you asked to show my bra from this transparent blouse at a friend’s party. Isn’t that a big ask from you? And which I am not completely comfortable with.

Now I felt sorry for my wife. Probably, I should have taken this a little slowly. But I got an idea since she mentioned about milkman episode.

Me: Dear wife, you should have probably understood by now that I am listening to your excuses even though we had agreements and discussions. Will you be my good wife and at least do me a favor by repeating the milkman’s episode here at the party?

She was shocked to hear this.

I said: I know this is a big ask. But look at the positive side of the new ask. It is simple to execute because you have done it already without any second thoughts to demonstrate my problem. And further, you are allowed to keep yourself covered in a saree all the time. Then we’ll go inside casually and wish the boy and eat some cake and return home.

I could hear only silence in the car. Probably she was giving it a thought. I was not sure at this point what would be her answer. This idea itself was so erotic and I had the boner already. I could have shown it to her. But didn’t want to disturb her thought process.

After 5 minutes, Gayathri spoke with a commanding voice.

She: Krish, I am very concerned about our family prestige. Previously I was worried about someone noticing my slutty blouse. I hated the idea but had to agree with your erections or urges. Since you are liberal on altering the ask even after promises. I am considering your new plan. And listen, don’t even dare to ask anything else at least for a month.

Hurray! Finally, she agreed. It felt like an HR interview with salary negotiations.

Me: Ok Gayathri, please go ahead and remove your floral bra (I said by winking my eye at her).

She said: Hold your horses. I don’t want to remove my bra here and get caught bare-breasted while changing. First, let’s go inside and I will find a washroom to remove the bra.

I said ‘ok’ and we got down from the car. I was on cloud nine, probably most happy person at the moment. As we entered the party from the entrance the hosts received us warmly.

I got a shaking hand from my friend and Gayathri got a tight hug from my friend’s wife. I could notice the anxiety on her face. She was nervous and tightly holding the covered saree even while giving hugs.

As we went down to the hall Gayathri secured a corner spot and we stood there. With one hand she was holding her saree and with the other hand holding my arm tightly.

It was almost cake-cutting time.

I told Gayathri: It is the right time. Everyone is present in the hall and the washrooms area might be empty now. Can you please get rid of your bra (I whispered slowly in her ears)?

She looked into my eyes and her nose was turning red with heavy breaths with a sad surprised expression. I took off my arm and showed her way to the washroom. She kept her head down and stood there moving her torso side to side in tension.

I told her: If you don’t go now, I will deliberately drag your saree at any point without any caution.

Whew! That was rude of me to threaten her. She started walking after my scary pep talk of pantsing threat.

Gayathri missed the cake cutting and it was almost 10 minutes since she left for the washroom. The rest of the couples were taking pictures with the birthday boy and eating cake. I searched for her and knocked on the washroom door.

Me: Hello, Gayathri are you in there?

She replied: Yes.

Me: What is taking you so long? Please open the door.

She: I don’t want to come out. I feel shy as if I am parading for an FTV fashion show.

Shit again! I couldn’t believe my wife was doing this to me. I knew it would take a small push to get started.

Me: It’s ok, don’t be scared. Have you already removed your bra or not?

She: I did and it’s fully transparent now.

Me: Can you let me in for a second?

With that, she opened the washroom door. As I entered inside, I saw the floral bra on the cabinet and the tension on Gayathri’s face.

She was asking: Can we not do this now?

I quickly grabbed the bra, kept it in my pocket, and left the washroom. Now, from the outside of the door, I said –

Me: Dear, you have no choice now, but to come out like that.

Saying that, I walked toward the hall where everyone was busy in various conversations.

I intentionally went to have a chat with a couple of friends and told each one of them that I came here along with my wife Gayathri and she was feeling sick and was in the washroom. A couple of ladies were worried for her and went near the washroom asking Gayathri to open the door so that they could help her feel better.

Finally, she came out. She had to, right? My wife told the ladies that she was fine, and it was just a minor headache that caused nausea and now it was cleared after vomiting.

Ladies were walking toward us and I noticed probably others might notice too that my wife’s beautiful tits were shaking with every step she was taking. And it was a wonderful
motion art to watch!

Now Gayathri suddenly became the center of attraction for men. Everyone was asking if she was feeling well. This was the moment I was waiting for.

Gayathri was in the middle of everyone only wearing a transparent blouse and no bra. Although she was covering her upper body with a saree, I knew she was hiding her melons only in thin material. Just to ease her into her comfort zone, I said to them –

Me: I’ll take care of her from here. If she’ll have dinner, she’ll feel better.

And I took her to the open backyard where the dining tables were arranged.

We were the first to dine and it was a buffet. We had to serve ourselves. Gayathri looked into my eyes and asked if was happy now.

I said: I need more from this wonderful evening. But I amsatisfied to some extent. Can you do something which excites me? Like, a demo?

I asked with a naughty smile on my face. No way she would agree to anything else, but I took my chance to ask.

She said: What else I can do? This itself is an exhilarating experience for me and I am scared to death.

I told her: The backyard has less ambient light to notice your transparency. Can you be my supportive wife and just wear the saree as it should be instead of wrapping around?

She was hesitant for a while and asked me to prove that it was not as transparent as it would be under proper lighting.

I told her: Slide the saree before someone comes out

She quickly took a kneeling position hiding away from people beside table cloth and posed for a picture without flash. For the naked eye, it would not raise any suspicion because I edited the pic such a way as to make it appear as a low-light photo. But I could notice her areolas from the blouse. After Gayathri felt safe in the backyard lighting, she eased off her saree to normal position and smiled at me asking me to enjoy my evening while it lasts.

Guests arrived for dinner from the hall and we were to follow the pack and at this moment, Gayathri had no idea how much show she was putting on for them. She felt it was not that noticeable because I manipulated her with an edited photo.

I could see whoever was standing behind her was taking a good look at her see-through back. We filled our plates with food and settled down to eat. The seating position was in the such way she was feeling confident because no one could notice her side view. I took the first seat right around Gayathri’s seat. All of a sudden, the photographer was taking pictures with a high-end camera. Once he reached our table, I signaled him to come to the other corner and take picture of us as a couple.

He came to the diagonal edge of the table, not giving any caution to get a candid shot. Then he clicked a pic. That flash from the camera would almost show my wife’s side boob clearly to whoever noticed it, they definitely got a view of her naked breasts from the blouse.

My wife tried to adjust the saree to cover her left boob. I quickly held her left hand and her right hand was buried in the food plate. Seizing the opportunity, I asked the photographer to click a couple more. Gayathri was struggling to let her hand go free. While the struggle was happening and during one click, the saree fell and the flash gave a perfect boudoir-style photo.

Some guests noticed my wife’s braless blouse which was too transparent and they were awestruck. They might have enjoyed the view. I realized this was more than what she could take in a day. Then I asked my wife if she was feeling alright.

She quietly said: You idiot, you have done enough, and dared to ask if I am okay as if nothing has happened. Your wife’s private parts are on camera now. Do you realize it? What if they will circulate among others?

She: Go, get them deleted before that photographer leaves the party. If you delete them successfully, I won’t scold you for what you just did or else I will kill you.

Wasting no time, I went looking for the photographer. I found him and told him I would like to take a look at the pics that he clicked. The photographer without any thought said he had left the SD card in his car since it was full already with the pics and video from the party.

He asked: Give him a minute or two so that I can bring it back.

Then he went to his car. A minute later, I went outside to look for him. I was behind his car and could see he was transferring our pics to his laptop and at the same time, he was deleting Gayathri’s inappropriate pics from the SD card. I knew these bastards won’t leave such valuable pics. I would have done the same.

After a moment, he opened the new folder and selected the gorgeous saree drop pictures. He opened and zoomed into it and started touching his crotch. Oh wow, it was visible. Gayathri’s boobs were in HD quality and her face was embarrassed as fuck with a wide open mouth. What the hell!

He started jerking off. I knocked on the car door in the middle of his action. I caught him red-handed.

Then I told him: Hey pervert, what are you doing? Let me call the police.

He was in shock, he kept his cock inside, and was pleading with me not to complain as his reputation would be gone.

He said: Sir, I haven’t seen such a nice pair of boobs in a while, so I couldn’t control myself.

I told him if he didn’t want to be jailed, he had to delete the pic from his laptop.

Me: When I bring my wife here, you should open your laptop, show the pics to my wife, and delete whatever she asks to delete. This way, she will feel relieved that you’ve deleted the photos.

He agreed to my proposal and requested with a pleading voice, “Please understand my situation. My wife is not in town, so I work for myself. Can I finish what I have started?”

I said ‘ok’ because that was a reasonable demand.

He said: Please come within 5 minutes.

By that time, he would be done and cleaned. While I went inside to bring Gayathri, she was already giving goodbyes to the hosts and also enquiring me about the photos while dragging me out.

I said: I’ve taken care of it. You can see it yourself. But we have to wait here at least 5 minutes as the photographer in that car has to attend to an urgent call from his wife.

Gayathri said: Oh no, this can’t be happening. That fellow might save the pics to some other device and he is just buying time for that. Why can’t we wait near his car and check what he is doing?

Then my wife walked in a hurry toward his car and she was surprised to see the photographer was jerking off to her picture with nipples zoomed in. She quickly closed her eyes with one hand and knocked on the car window.

She: Hello mister, what are you doing?! Open the door.

Poor fellow, he was disturbed in the middle of masturbation again. He worriedly looked at me while Gayathri closed her eyes. I gave him a signal like, “Don’t worry, finish what you have started.”

Then Gayathri asked me: Please help me open the door. This fellow is not responding, please do something.

I told Gayathri: Please be patient. Let him finish what he is doing. After all, you gave him quite a show to enjoy.

She came toward me and started hitting my chest and repeatedly saying: It is all because of you. If my photo gives him chills, why can’t you get the same erections?

I laughed and showed my boner to her. She calmed down once I placed my dick in her hand. On one side, my dick was hung out open in Gayathri’s hand and that fellow was jerking hard from his car seat for Gayathri.

Me: This is a memorable moment.

She: OMG, how long this idiot will take to finish?

And my wife again started knocking on the door. But now, she was not closing her eyes. While he was stroking, Gayathri shook the door’s handle which inturn dropped her saree to the side.

Wow, that was epic! My wife’s boobs were displayed right in front of the photographer with only a car window glass separating them and he was enjoying it for sure. What else could I have asked for, this evening?!

With a live boob display for him, he released his cum on my wife’s picture on his laptop screen.

Gayathri was like: Yuck! He cummed on my face! (coming towards me and adjusting her saree).

The photographer cleaned himself and rolled down the window saying: Sorry, it was intense. I never was this hard before. Please take the laptop now and delete the pics as you wish.

Gayathri had no expression on her face. A lot had happened in a short time. Then she went near the door, took the laptop, and gave it to me to delete the pics.

She slapped him saying: You pervert. Go fuck your wife! Why waste your energy on another person’s wife?

She also suggested to him: Use your erections wisely while they last.

Of course, she was preaching to him and scolding me with one statement. Then I deleted her pictures and also made sure they would not recoverable.

I told Gayathri: I’ve done it. Please check once.

My wife took the laptop and broke it in one shot by hitting it hard against the wall. From the broken pieces, the hard disk fell out which she took and flipped in fountain water to make sure nothing could be recovered again. She also asked for the memory card from the cameraman which he gave without saying anything because she might break the camera too.

Gayathri took it and gave it to me. I kept it in my pocket.

Then I asked Gayathri: Shall we go home to put my raging boner to sleep?

My wife scolded me: You dumb fuck! This is all because of you. A stranger has seen my boobs now, not only that he jerked off to them, and some even stared at them at the party. You have to deal with the back bitchings.

She was not ready to face them again ever and asked: Can you give me one good fuck session today? Will you be able to? After all, you might have enjoyed every bit of moment back at the party and things that were unplanned made me horny.

I said: At your service, please get in the car.

While in the car, I gave her bra back to her. I was laughing and she had an angry and horny face which was so sexy.

She said: What will I do with it now? Shove it up in your ass.

It amazed me how openly she was scolding me. Level 2 of exposure was a great success. Then we reached home and had a great fuck twice after a while.

The story will continue.

I hope you enjoyed this part. Many more parts to come. Please leave your feedback at [email protected]

Your comments and feedback are much appreciated. Thank you. See you in the next part.

Hi readers, this is Hamid, 24 years old boy from Hyderabad, Telangana. I am back with the second part of my experience. Actually, I was busy with my daily life, so I couldn’t find time to write about my experience and time well spent with Safiya. I got a very good response and good encouragement from readers which made me motivated to narrate the whole incident again.

Thank you readers for all your support, love, and feedback in the comments sections and also wonderful proposals too. I will narrate that incident later too, so stay tuned.

Yeah, let’s get back into our story.

If you have not read my previous part, let me give you a short recap of part 1. This incident happened between me and a married muslim milf woman (Safiya) who was 5’6″ tall and 60 kg weight with 36-28-38 size assets, to whom I lost my virginity on the first day of our meeting. I stayed in Ajmer for almost a week. So, let me narrate how I had fun with her.

After having an encounter with Safiya and after filling my loads of sperm in her pussy, I was very much happy and was feeling like being in heaven with the pleasure and relief I got from her beauty. I forgot all my stress, and sorrow and was feeling like I was in heaven.

We were lying on the bed like husband and wife. (What an awesome feeling it is when a mature married woman, the mother of two children sleeping naked on my hand, lying her head on my chest! I could still feel her boobs on my chest and her warm body.)

I was on could nine. You all must know how it feels when your dream comes true. It was my dream to lose my virginity to a married milf. And I could not control myself and then I was hugging her tightly.

I was pushing her toward me with my left hand toward my chest, and caressing her big boobs, pinching nipples. Also, I was caressing her back and ass with my right hand. Meanwhile, I caressing her back and feeling her ass was like a rubber cushion, uffff! How wonderful feeling it was touching her butts and ass. Then I began to press them and spank them and Safiya was enjoying it. I was senselessly lost in her beauty.

After playing with her, we were watching into each other’s eyes. I don’t know what happened, I became too emotional as if we had met before. Even though I didn’t feel I was meeting her for the first time, I said to her –

Hamid: I don’t know why I feel like we know each other from before. I was so frustrated with life and career but your company has given me hope for life.

Safiya: Is this your first time?

Hamid: Yes. How do you know?

Safiya: The way you speak and the way you came quickly inside me, I came to know you were a virgin. Ah, whatever it is, Hamid, you bought me my golden days back.

Hamid: Safiya, you’re making my life heaven. I was as depressed as you, but your beauty and your body made me forget all the problems. I am in love with married MILFs a lot from now onward.

Safiya: Oh really, do you like married women and how do you wanna see me?

Hamid: Yes, I love married women, especially the Marwari and Rajasthani women in Ajmer and especially their dressing sense. I would love to see you in a sleeveless blouse, exposing your armpits and navel and wearing a black bra and panty inside and a red colored saree and blouse. I wanna feel you like a hot new wedding bride.

Safiya: Hmm, not bad! You have good taste. But, now I have to go. It has been a long time since my kids and husband must be waiting for me.

Hamid: Okay fine, then when are we meeting again?

Safiya: Hmm! Maybe tomorrow morning after 8. I will be alone in my room. You can text me before knocking.

Hamid: Ok fine, but I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Safiya: Be patient, I have a surprise for you.

Hamid: Okay, fine.

Then the muslim milf left and I had my bath and waited for tomorrow morning eagerly. As it was difficult for me to pass every moment, I was thinking of her all day and night.

Finally, the sun rose and I woke up early morning at 5 am. I got myself ready and was eagerly waiting for 8. Finally, it was 8. I texted her and she said she was waiting for me. I knocked on the door. She opened the door, and I was shocked to see her. She was wearing a sky-blue color sleeveless saree. Ufff, I instantly said –

Hamid: Is this your surprise?

And she replied: Yes.

I lost my sense after watching her beauty in her saree. Those 36-sized boobs, that slim navel, milky white arms and armpits, and especially that aroma of her perfume. I hadn’t uttered a single word as I got inside the room and locked the door. I instantly bumped into her and hugged her tightly. The way she was dressed, the perfume aroma, and the sexiness of married women had driven me so crazy. I was very high and I was in no mood to listen to her.

Then I started hugging her, caressing her back, pressing her butt, and caressing her navel like a wild animal. She was also responding to me very well by hugging me tightly and kissing my neck holding my hair and making me kiss her neck and grabbing me towards her. This continued for a few minutes.

I held her face and kissed her lips and sucked her lips and tongue exchanging each other’s saliva. As I was sucking her tongue and caressing her boobs, I had bitten her lips and she moaned in pain. I was in no mood to listen to her. I had become a wild wounded tiger, nor do she was stopping me. Her perfume aroma was making me mad.

Then I started to kiss her neck. Ufffff! It was the turning point. I was kissing and licking it with my tongue so passionately that she was enjoying it and was moaning, “Shhhh ufffff ummmmm..” Those sounds were making me hornier and I had given love bites on her neck.

We both were enjoying each other’s company. But I was becoming a wild beast. Then I removed my t-shirt and track. After that, I removed her saree and I was kissing her passionately as if there was no tomorrow. We both were kissing and licking each other’s tongues and hugging each other tightly.

Slowly, I lifted her in my arms, took her to the bed, made her sit on the bed, and started removing her blouse (sleeveless sky blue colored). I was struggling to unhook that blouse because it was my first time. Safiya was smiling watching me struggle to unhook her blouse, and I was getting mad.

Then I tore her blouse by pulling it down with my hand with all my power. She smiled at this. Then I removed her torn blouse completely. She was in a blue color bra.

Slowly, I removed her lehenga. The milf was in a matching blue colored bra and panty in front of me. Ufff! Trusts me readers, she was looking like an angel from heaven!

Those huge milky boob, slim navel, and plummy ass like actress Malaika Arora, uff! Those cleaned milky white armpits and I couldn’t find a single hair on a whole body. I was caressing her body, feeling her hand, kissing her, touching her cleavage, kissing them, sniffing her armpits, pressing her boobs. Then I made her stand and turned her back toward my chest.

I hugged her tightly from the back and was kissing her neck and biting her earlobes. Then I played with her boobs, pressed them and caressed them from the top of her bra. She was moaning louder. Her voice and her moans were making me horny.

Suddenly, I placed my hands inside her panty. The muslim milf was already wet and her juices were flowing out. What a pleasant feeling it was touching her pussy. I was feeling as if I was having a tender cooked chicken. Within no time, I started fingering Safiya. She was shivering, feeling my sensual fingering, and was hugging me with that immense pleasure. Then she put her hands inside my underwear and started stroking my semi-erect dick. Ahh! I was on cloud nine!

Safiya was stroking my dick so passionately, as I was fingering her so harder. I was lost and was feeling as if my dick had become an iron rod while she was moaning, “Ahhh ahhhmmm mmm mmm..”

Gradually, I increased my fingering pace. Safiya was so high that I could see her biting her lips and moaning. I was fingering her so faster. Her body heat rose and she became red hot.

Then I removed my fingers from her pussy, removed her panty, unhooked her bra, and made her turn toward me. Omg, she was nude and looking like a sex bomb. I was unable to control myself watching her boobs and nipples. I instantly pushed her onto the bed. Quickly, I got on top of her and began to press her boobs and started to suck them and was licking the nipples and areolas. She was moaning loudly.

As I was licking her nipples, I gave a small bite. She shouted, “Ahhhhh..” louder. She was feeling like she was in heaven. Then I took her two hands on top of her head and held her two hands with my left hand on the bed. What a lusty view of her armpits! It was smelling like sweet perfume.

I started licking the muslim milf’s armpits, kissing her hand above her pits and started to circle her pits with my tongue. I was doing this to both armpits, one after the other.

Then I came down to her navel, kissing and licking her areola, inserting my tongue in her tummy hole. She was shivering with extreme pleasure. I could feel her hands on my head as she was grabbing my hair with the pleasure she was getting while I was licking it.

Then I came down to her pussy and I could smell salty pussy as it was wet. She was loaded with precum. I got down from the bed, kept her legs on my shoulders, spread her legs, and started kissing her clit.

As I kissed her clit, Safiya jumped on the bed with joy. I slowly started licking her clit and inserted my tongue deeper. She was feeling so good. She was pressing my head inside her pussy. I was doing it faster and faster in and out. Then she came suddenly and I felt her juices on my tongue.

She said to me: I need your dick badly. Screw me, I can’t wait.

I got up and moved her on top of the bed. Then I came on top of her. My dick was hard and ready to drill the muslim milf. I put my dick on her pussy and rubbed her clit.

She said: Hamid, don’t tease me, fuck me, fuck me harder. I need it badly.

Hearing this made me erotic. I inserted my dick inside her. She jumped a bit and I controlled her. My dick went easily as her pussy was wet. She was enjoying the pleasure of my dick and started to stroke in and out. I held her hand and kissed her and was fucking her pussy.

As our kiss went deeper, the strokes were getting harder and she was moaning louder. The moans, the aroma, and the beauty of her body were making me the wild beast!

And she was saying: Fuck me harder! Tear my pussy!

I got horny and increased my pace. I paced my hands around her shoulders, placing my body weight on her in a missionary position. Then I started fucking the horny muslim milf harder. She was moaning louder as I was fucking her in and out. The bed was moving in the flow to the chap pach sound of bed and her moans, “Hhhh uffff.. harder.”

I was getting mad and increased my pace of fucking. After a few moments of rigorously drilling her pussy, I lifted her and took her in my arms, and made her sit on top of me. Her boobs were pressing against my chest.

Then I placed my dick on her pussy. I started to pound her harder and was placing my hands on her shoulders from her back, hugging her, and making her hump on my dick.

Ahhhh, what a feeling it was! We both were drenched in each other’s sweat. I was kissing her, making her hump with full force. She was lost in pleasure and was shivering.

Then finally, she made loud moans as she got a huge orgasm. She came very heavily. I could feel her warm fluids passing through my dick. But I was in no mood to stop. I increased my pace and I was on the extreme edge of pleasure. After a few hard strokes, my huge load of sperm was discharged into her pussy.

What a flamboyant moment it was for me and Safiya. My mind was at total peace and I could see Safiya’s tears in her eyes as she had the extreme pleasure.

After a few minutes, we both cleaned ourselves. Then we lay on the bed hugging each other. I was still feeling horny, so I was kissing Safiya and played with her boobs.

Then I told her: Safiya, I have never done anal. I want to fuck your ass.

She said her ass was a virgin. She had never tried anal and oral. Oh, I got turned on hearing it. Then I began to kiss her, finger her pussy, suck her boobs, and bite her nipples rigorously. I was kissing and licking her neck and armpits. She got turned on. Then slowly I asked her to blow me. She was hesitating to give me a blow job.

I convinced her and guided my dick into her mouth. She took it inside and was sucking it. But her tooth was disturbing my dick. I asked her to suck it with her lips. She was doing as I guided her. “Ahhhh” I was feeling like I was in heaven. As it was my first blowjob and within no time, I got hard.

Then I took some oil and applied it to my dick. Then I made her lay in the doggy style. I was fingering her ass. It was so tight. Then after a few minutes, I kept my dick head on her ass and was trying to push it in. She was moaning and shouting literally in pain.

Then I held her waist tightly and began to stroke harder. My dick head went inside. She was crying in pain. Then I put in some extra effort and pushed my whole dick inside.

I went completely in and she shouted, “Ahhhh.”

Then I removed my dick and began to fuck her ass in and out. After a few strokes, she was sodomized and was enjoying the moments.

I began to increase the pace and due to the tightness of her ass and her moans, I came in her ass quickly. She showed me heaven. We both were exhausted from an intense session.

Then we slept there in each other’s arms and talked a lot. Then we went to the bathroom, took shower, cleaned ourselves, enjoyed bathing to gather, and I left for my room.

So, this is how my routine was for a week and we had lots of fun and memories. We had sex in different positions and different styles. We enjoyed it a lot. It was so hard for me to say goodbye to her.

After this incident, I have gained confidence and hope in life. And now I find easy to get married to women than girls nowadays. Then I had a few encounters with married women and my female story readers and I will share my experience in the next stories.

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Hi friends, I am penning down my memories after a very long time. I hope you like this story too, as in my earlier stories.

I am a 52-year-old man presently living in Bangalore. This particular incident happened in Mysore. During summer vacations, I had been to my dad’s younger cousin sister, Padma Aunty’s place. I was studying Engineering and was about 19 years old.

On Saturday, my classes were over by 1 pm. I came back home and found the door locked. Thinking Padma Aunty might have gone to Mamta Aunt’s place, I went to her home. I found the main door open and went inside. I saw Mamta Aunty cooking in the kitchen and her back towards the door.

Her daughter Babita was still at college. I went behind her and hugged the plump lady from the back. She was dressed in a loose salwar and kurta. Shocked and terrified, she tried to scream. I immediately closed her mouth. Mamta Aunty turned back with fear in her eyes and calmed down to see me.

I released her mouth, and she said, “Mera Shaitaan beta, itna darate ho kya mummy ko?” (My devil son, why do you want to scare mummy?)

“Your son is hungry, Aunty,” I said.

“Accha, I will bring you roti. Go sit, beta,” Mamta Aunty said with motherly affection.

Catching her fleshy breasts and pressing my crotch against her soft fleshy buttocks said, “I want you, Aunty.”

“No, Beta, Babita will come anytime. I will come to Padma’s house in the evening and you can fuck mummy how much you want,” Mamta Aunty said.

Pressing her boobs hard, I said, “No, I want to fuck you now. Babita is still at college and will return in the evening. There’s enough time for us.”

My right hand untied her salwar cord and pulled the salwar and panties down. I quickly unhooked my pant, dropped it, and pushed my briefs down my ass. My erect cock jumped at the freedom and started poking Mamta Aunt’s ass cheeks.

“Tum shaitaan bangeya. Chalo bistar pe chodna mummy ko.” (You have become a devil, come, you can fuck mummy in bed.) Mamta Aunty surrendered meekly.

Without replying, I pushed Mamta Aunty back onto the cooking platform, lifted her kurta and tucked it at her neck. Unhooking her bra, she pushed the straps up and freed the breasts hanging like mangoes. Mamta Aunty was almost naked.

Her panties were at her knees, obstructing her from widening her legs.  I pushed the panties down with my toes and forced her to spread her legs.

“Beta, not here. We will go to the room,” Mamta Aunty pleaded.

But I was not in a position to hear her. Mamta Aunty was ready to be taken in the doggy style and waited as a submissive whore to get fucked like a bitch. Holding my cock, I prodded her pussy lips with my cockhead to open up and moisten her.

Placing the tip at her vaginal opening, I penetrated her in one big stroke and entered her fully. Mamta Aunty screamed at my rough entry but didn’t complain. She co-operated by thrusting her ass back. Holding her hair in my right hand and squeezing her left breast, I fucked her hard.

I was horny from the morning, and I needed a pussy to calm down my cock. Mamta Aunt’s buttocks were getting a good beating as I fucked her deep. She had closed her mouth with her fist, trying to muffle her screams and moaning. She had her first orgasm of the day.

The house was silent except for the sound emitting from her moist pussy when my cock was drilling it. I heard footsteps, turned and saw a stunned Babita standing at the kitchen door, seeing her mother getting fucked. I didn’t know what to do.

But I didn’t stop fucking Mamta Aunty, who was unware of her daughter’s presence. Smiling at the daughter, I fucked the mummy.

“So it was my mummy that you said I knew of the four ladies you conquered,” Babita said, glaring at me.

“I wanted to tell you, Babita, but Padma Aunty told me not to. She thought you would feel bad about your mother,” I said, still fucking her mom.

Hearing us, Mamta Aunty turned. Seeing her daughter, her face fell, panic written on her face. She tried to push me off, but I didn’t pull my cock out and pressed it down firmly. Mamta Aunty pulled her kurta on her back, covering her hanging mangoes.

She pulled up her salwar, trying to hide her legs from her daughter’s eyes. I felt pity for Mamta Aunty, who was dying in shame. No mother wants her daughter to see her getting fucked. That too by a young boy like me, who is young enough to be her son.

Both mother and daughter were staring at each other. Finally, Mamta Aunty spoke, “Maaf karo (Forgive me). It’s not Rajesh’s fault. I forced him to. Please forgive your mummy, beti.”

I saw Babita thinking for a while and said, “Are you finished with my mom Rajesh?”

I showed my cock lodged in her mom’s pussy and nodded NO.

Babita shrugged and said, “So you are interested in fucking my mom now.”

“It’s not like that, Babita. I aroused her and can’t leave her midway,” I replied.

“How long will you take to finish her off?” Babita asked.

I knew she was horny seeing her mother getting fucked. Maybe she wanted me, or else she had some wicked ideas. Mamta Aunty was staring at her daughter with guilt. I was right. I saw her unhooking her pant, pushing her pant and panties down her ass, revealing her pussy.

Mamta Aunty looked at her daughter in disbelief and said with a trembling voice, “Kya kar rahe ho, Babita?” (What are you doing, Babita?)

“Are you shocked, mummy? You want to get fucked by a boy of your son’s age at this age. I, too, want to get fucked, but he says he is busy with you. Now, what will I do until he fucks you?” Babita said to her mom with authority.

Mamta Aunty looked at her daughter in disbelief and said, “It’s wrong, beti. You still have a long way to go in your life. You are still a child, baby.”

“When you do, it’s right. If I do it, it’s wrong. Why these double standards, mummy?” Babita asked her mother angrily.

Seeing her daughter’s pussy dripping juices, Mamta Aunty said meekly, “Sorry, Babita. You can have him if you want. Pull out and take care of Babita, Rajesh.”

“Nahi, tum meri choot chaato, maa,” (No, you lick my pussy, mom.) Babita said pulling her mother’s head from the platform and trying to bring Mamta Aunt’s face to her crotch.

Mamta Aunty and I were stunned to see Babita’s aggressiveness. Mamta Aunty held onto her daughter’s hips as she had no support for her upper body. Babita was trying to push her mom’s face down to her pussy. I saw tears falling from Mamta’s Aunt’s eyes.

I felt bad as I was responsible for this Mom-Daughter confrontation. I saw Babita winking at me. Her mom’s face slid down, trying to mouth her daughter’s young pussy. Mamta Aunty was licking her daughter’s pussy with teary eyes.

Babita triumphantly said, “Thanks, Rajesh, for making it easy. Now I can enjoy my sex life as I wish. Now fuck my mummy as you wish. I don’t know how she controlled her desires for so long. I don’t mind her enjoying the sex.”

I was lazily fucking Mamta Aunty in doggy style listening to her scheming daughter. Mamta Aunty had gripped Babita’s buttocks and sucked her pussy. She was kneeling and sandwiched between her daughter and me. I saw her pulling her daughter’s pants down to make room for her mouth.

Babita’s pants and panties were at her knees now. Her mom was licking all over her crotch, inner thighs and tummy. Babita instantly removed her shirt and bra, baring her small firm tits. Pushing her mom’s mouth on her lips, “Mera choot chatna maa. Mera paani peelo.” (Suck my pussy, mom. Drink my juices.)

Mamta Aunty, without speaking, stretched her tongue and began licking her daughter’s pussy. I felt bad for the widow. Babita bent a bit and kissed me on the lips. I knew her mom was sucking her pussy nicely. I went hard on Mamta Aunt’s pussy, kissing her young daughter’s lips.

To my surprise, she came again and wetted my cock. My cock slid in and out of her pussy effortlessly due to lubrication. Mamta Aunty was kneeling for almost half an hour and felt her ass sliding down as I fucked her. Mamta Aunt’s knees gave away, and she slumped on the floor.

My cock was pulled out from the confines of the wet pussy, and it was dancing up and down. Seeing her mother crouched on the kitchen floor, Babita stopped kissing me and tried to lift her mom. Mamta Aunty was sobbing and was looking weak to get up.

Holding her arms, I pulled her up and made her stand up. Looking at her daughter’s upper body nude, she cried, placing her head on Babita’s shoulders. She was crushing her big breasts on her daughter’s small boobs.

Babita tried to console her mother, saying, “Rona bandh karo maa. (Stop crying, mom). I don’t blame you for having a good time and enjoying yourself. I know you have controlled your desires all these years. It’s time for you to let your hair down and enjoy the sexual desires which you missed. I want to enjoy mine too. Is that ok with you?”

Mamta Aunty stopped crying, straightened up, looked at Babita said, “So you have forgiven me, beti?”

Babita nodded and said, “If you are finished, can I have a good time with Rajesh now?”

Mamta Aunty looked at her daughter and me and said,” Have you both had sex before?” We both nodded, and Babita removed her pants and panties from her legs.

Seeing her daughter nude, Mamta Aunty said, “Achha hua, lekin idaar nahi. Tumara kapda uttaro beta. Mere kamre mein chalo tum dono.” (Good, but not here. Remove your clothes, son, and you both come to my room.)

I quickly undressed and stood nude before the widow mother and horny daughter. Mamta Aunty too removed her clothes, and both the ladies were eyeing my throbbing cock. I was ready for both and didn’t mind which pussy I was fucking.

Mamta Aunty taking my arm, led me to her room. Babita, surprised, asked her mom, “Do you want to join us, maa?”

“No, I will just watch. I know Rajesh’s way of taking women. I don’t want to see you suffer. You are still a young girl, and he is an animal when he fucks,” Mamta Aunty said with concern.

Babita holding my cock said, “This monster plundered my pussy for an hour in different positions, and I enjoyed it. Don’t worry, maa.”

“He ravaged me for the first time, and I had difficulty walking for a few hours. Let me see how he takes you, beti,” Mamta Aunty said, leading me.

Babita jerking my cock, slowly whispered, “Don’t try to show your heroics in front of my mom, Rajesh. Just go with the flow, and you can have me as you like when we fuck in your Aunt’s place.” And I nodded at her.

Opening her bedroom door, Mamta Aunty said, “Go and lie on the bed, beti, and you get on top of her beta.” So it’s going to be a missionary position, I thought. Babita eagerly jumped and got laid on the bed spreading her legs wide.

Seeing her daughter opened pussy lips said, “Chalo beta. Please don’t hurt my daughter. If you want it rough, my pussy will be here for you.” I got on the bed, kneeling between Babita’s thighs, and placed my cock tip at her love hole.

When I was about to penetrate Babita’s pussy, Mamta Aunty asked me to stop and come onto the bed. Bring her head down and sucked my cock for a few seconds wetting with her saliva.

After my cock was glistening, Mamta Aunty removed my cock from her mouth and said, “It will be easier if it’s well-lubricated beta.” She placed my cockhead at her daughter’s opening and said, “Now go inside her slowly, Rajesh.”

Laughing, I said,” Babita’s pussy is dripping, Aunty. Don’t worry. I will take good care of your daughter. You relax and see your daughter getting pleasure, not pain.”

Babita was smiling, seeing her mother tense up and signalling me to enter her. I pushed my cock into her and found her hot pussy engulfing my cock tightly. I pressed hardBabita pushed her hips down to help me penetrate her fully.

I laid on Babita’s body, lodging my cock firmly in her. Turning at Mamta, Aunty said, “Look, Aunty, I am fully inside your daughter, and she is smiling. Are you ok now?” I observed a hint of jealousy in Mamta Aunt’s eyes.

Babita pulled my face and said, “Now fuck me, Rajesh. She is a mom, and be worried if I can take your monster.” Saying she kissed me and urged me to start fucking her.

Raising my hips and pulling my cock out to the head, I plunged inside Babita’s young tight pussy. Babita shrieked out loudly, taking her lips off mine. I was busy plundering Babita’s tight pussy while she screamed. I saw Mamta Aunty run towards her daughter and sit beside her head.

Mamta Aunty was trying to pacify her daughter, saying, “Shall I ask Rajesh to pull out, baby?”

“No, don’t stop him. I want him to fuck me hard. Yes, fuck me, bastard. Harder. Mother fucker,” Babita screamed. Mamta Aunty was taken aback hearing her daughter using vulgar words. But being a mother, she was trying to console Babita by caressing her small tits and trying to kiss her cheeks.

Babita was shivering and taking my thrusts, not looking at her mom. I was going strong on her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my back, trying to hug me while I fucked her. I saw Mamta Aunty licking Babita’s sharp nipples, arousing Babita more.

She pressed her mom’s face to her chest, urging her to suck more. Mamta Aunty took her daughter’s small tit in her mouth and sucked her to cool her down. And she moved her bosom a bit so that her right breast was near her daughter’s mouth.

Babita took her mom’s nipple in her mouth and sucked it while her mom sucked hers. I enjoyed the lesbian show between Mom and daughter, getting their nipples sucked in the 69 position. I was glad to see them bonding together. I was the one for whom they had been fighting a few minutes back.

I fucked Babita for almost half an hour while she was busy sucking and kissing her mother. As I had fucked Mamta Aunty in the kitchen and now Babita, I was close and said, “I am close, Babita. Shall I pull out?”

“No, cum in, Rajesh. I want my mummy to suck our juices from my pussy,” Babita yelled, taking her mouth from her mom’s lips. I started discharging my cum in Babita’s pussy while her mom watched in disbelief.

Mamta Aunty should wonder why her daughter wanted her to suck her well fucked up pussy. Such a horny daughter for a sex-starved widow mother.

Continued in the next part.

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