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So far, besides my mom Sarayu, I have managed to fuck many family members.

My brother, cousin Nandini and her brother Govind.

My cousin sisters Kalpana, Kavita, Karuna, their mom Tara and Karuna’s husband, my BIL Anthony.

My cousin sister Padmashree.

This next story will be focused on my sister-in-law, Padma Bhabhi.

Part 1:

My next object of lust was my cousin Ravi’s wife, Padma. They also lived in Chennai, but Ravi was overseas in Africa. After my first time with my sister Padmashree, we were fucking almost daily. During one of these sessions, I blurted out, “I would love to fuck you along with Padma at the same time.”

Padmashree laughed and said, “You should stay at Ravi’s place for a few days. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” I was a little startled, but this planted the seed in my mind.

Later that day, I called Padma and said, “Akka (older sister), you know I’ve been staying with Padmashree and Ramesh for a couple of weeks now. I still need a couple of weeks here in Chennai. I know Ravi is away, and I wondered if I could use the spare bedroom for a few days. My new project is much closer to your place, and if it’s not inconvenient, that would be great.”

Padma hesitated at first (I would find out why later). But she agreed after a few moments. I was excited. Maybe I could find a way to seduce and fuck Padma soon. She was gorgeous and sexy. I had always fantasized about having sex with her. Now, this had a faint chance of becoming a reality.

I moved my luggage to their house in a couple of days. Promising Padmashree that I would visit regularly to keep her happy. She wished me luck with trying to seduce Padma.

After arriving, I put my luggage into the spare bedroom and had lunch with Padma. She was an excellent cook, and the food was delicious. We chit-chatted for a while, and she showed me some photos of her husband, Ravi, from his Africa visit.

She was wearing a loose nightie. But I could already sense her sensuous, curvy body and her proud breasts, even under that loose fabric. I could feel my cock harden and tingle with excitement.

That evening, we went to the club they belonged to for dinner. We had a couple of drinks and another excellent dinner. Padma said she came here daily to swim and play tennis. As we ate dinner, a few people stopped by and greeted us. A couple of them stayed for a drink.

I found out they were Padma’s swimming coach and her tennis instructor. Both were young and very good-looking, athletic men. But I didn’t make anything of it then.

We returned home, watched TV for a while and then decided to sleep. After brushing my teeth, I walked back to my bedroom when I heard Padma on the phone.

She said, “Kal mat aana. Mera bhai aaya hai. Thode din woh yahin rahega. Uske baad aa jaana. Mein tumhe bataoongie. Tab tak, apna lund mere liye bachakar rakhna.” (Don’t come tomorrow. My brother is here and will stay for a few days. Come after that. I will let you know. Until then, save your cock for me.)

That last sentence stopped me in my tracks, and I got aroused. So Padma was playing around with someone other than her husband. I strongly suspected it was either her swimming coach or her tennis instructor. Either way, this made me think more positively about my chances of fucking my sister-in-law.

From the hallway, I said, “Akka (sister), I will be away all day tomorrow and return pretty late, after dinner with a client. So please do not wait for me.” Padma acknowledged it and asked if I could join her for lunch or a swim at the club.

I said, no lunch, but maybe a swim if it’s early enough. She replied that she usually went for her swimming before 9 AM. I hung around.

Soon, she was on the phone again and said, “Theek hai, mera bhai kal pura din baahar hone wala hain. Hum tumhe kal subhe swimming pe milte hain. Uske baad, woh chala jaayega aur tum ghar aa jaana.” (OK, my brother will be out all day tomorrow. We will see you at the swimming pool tomorrow. He will leave after then, and you come home.)

So, it was almost confirmed that this was the handsome young swimming coach. I went to bed, dreaming about how I could find a way to fuck Padma in the next week or so. The moment would come sooner than I had anticipated.

We went to the club and were soon in the pool. Padma was sexy and ravishing in her bikini. I couldn’t take my eyes off her amazing body and breasts. Soon enough, the swimming coach swam up and wished us good morning. Wow, this was a delicious-looking man.

I could easily see why Padma might have become attracted to him. Hell, I was ready to have sex with this guy right there. I noticed him caressing Padma, but he was coaching her, like the other students. But I was sure that there was something else there.

Anyway, I had to go to work. But earlier, when Padma was in the shower, I had rigged two tiny, high-resolution cameras in both bedrooms. I needed to confirm if I was making up fantasies about her or if Padma was cheating on her husband, Ravi. That would dictate my next move.

I was busy all day with work. Later that evening, I opened up the web links to the cameras. The one in my room had nothing, and I was disappointed. I had thought that if Padma were indeed fucking someone, she would not do it in the bed she shared with her husband, but this was not the case.

So, I switched to the other camera. A few hours of fast-forwarding did get me some great views of my sister naked after her shower and as she was dressing. She looked glorious. However, the bikini from the morning had left little to the imagination.

Just seeing her fully naked made my cock hard and throbbed uncontrollably. And then, it happened. Padma walked out of the bedroom and reappeared in a few moments. Just behind her was the swimming coach. I was right. Padma was fucking her coach.

The camera was positioned to capture the entire bed. I could see him put her down and remove all her clothes. He also stripped, and I could see his enormous cock. It was not possible to tell, but it was easily much bigger than mine. He spread Padma’s legs and went down on her, eating my sister-in-law’s pussy.

There was no audio, unfortunately, but the visuals drove me mad with lust as I watched her pull him up and pull him closer. In seconds, she had his cock deep inside her mouth. I was stroking my cock. I saw him put on a condom, mount Padma, part her thighs again, and plunge his cock deep into her pussy.

They fucked for nearly 30 minutes. This guy had the stamina of a horse. An idea started forming in my head. Maybe I could discuss this with this guy and find a way into Padma’s bed.

After they were done fucking, I saw him drop the condom into the trashcan, and then they left the bedroom. No idea if they continued the action outside. But I had seen enough to know that this fantasy of mine could become a reality.

When I returned home that night, I hugged her and said, “Let’s swim again tomorrow. I’m very tired now. That will be good to relax both of us.” She smiled, hugged me tightly, said goodnight and went to the bathroom. I quickly slipped into her bedroom.

I found the condom still sticky and full of her swimming coach’s semen. I emptied the cum into my mouth and tossed the condom back into the trashcan, and returned to my room. I slowly savoured the taste of cum before swallowing it and falling asleep.

The next morning, after swimming, I sat next to the coach, Shubham, while Padma went into the showers to change from her bikini. I bluntly told him his cum tasted great and that I had spent hours watching him fuck my sister-in-law. At first, he became very defensive and protested loudly.

I showed him the video with his cock deep inside Padma’s cunt. At that point, he looked scared and asked, “Uske pati ko batane waale ho kya?” (Are you going to tell her husband?)

I said, “Pataa nahi. Agar tum mujhe Padma ko chodne mein madad karoge, to fir shaayad yeh raaz raaz hi rahega.” (I don’t know. If you help me fuck Padma, maybe this can remain a secret.) Of course, he immediately agreed. So I shared my plan with him, and he enthusiastically agreed.

Shubham said, “Tujhe pata hain na, Robin bhi Padma ko chod raha hai. Aksar, hum dono saath mein chodte hai usko. Use bhi laaye kya?” (You know that Robin (the tennis instructor) is also fucking Padma? Sometimes, we fuck her together. Shall we bring him into this too?)

I had already suspected this, and I agreed immediately. So, we discussed my plan involving Shubham and Robin. Just then, he asked how I knew the taste of his cum, and I told him I had drunk it out of the condom. He appeared shocked at first and then asked if I was gay.

I replied that I was bisexual and would love to have him fuck me. He grinned widely and agreed. Just then, we saw Padma returning, wearing tight jeans and a bright orange halter top. We agreed that we would execute my plan within the next 2 days.

Padma and I returned home. Today, I had the day off and spent it at home, watching her with growing lust every second. She had changed into shorts and still had the orange halter top. She was making my cock go insane.

I just wanted to grab her and rip off her clothes and force my cock into her. But I resisted, knowing we had a great plan for the next day.

More to come.

I was 22 years old. I had just finished my first year as a software engineer for a pretty decent company in Bangalore. So my friends and I went to our favourite bar near our apartment to drink, dance, and see what we could get into.

We got to the bar, and it was rather empty. But we knew we were early. Hell, it was only 9 pm, and it would get busier. However, there was an older woman, about 5’2″, very curvy, and with blue eyes that I was drawn to.

I looked at her a few times. We made eye contact and smiled, and looked away. She was with a group of 6 or 7 women, so I stayed away. I didn’t want to be ‘that’ guy.

As the night went on, the place became more and more packed. Around midnight I went up to get a drink. And guess who was right next to me? Yup, sexy blue-eyed stunner. I say hello to her, and she says hello back.

I ask her if I could buy her a drink, and she raises her glass and tells me she already has one. I smile and say, “Yup, dumbass me, sorry.” She laughs, and I get my beer. As the bar is packed, I am not able to move much. So I asked her her name, and she told me her name was Chitra.

I told her my name, and we started just shooting the shit. I found out she was there for a friend’s birthday who had too much to drink and had gone home already. It was down to her and her other friend. We finally make our way out of the bar towards the other side.

We realized her friend was talking to another stranger. So she and I started talking more, getting close, touching each other lightly. Not seeing a ring on her finger, I went to whisper in her ear and kissed her neck. (I know, stupid. But I had to test the waters, and beer helps the courage sometimes.)

She leaned into it, so I pulled her closer and went in for the kiss. She kissed back, and it was a really good kiss. We continued to talk and kiss and touch until close to closing time. Her friend left with the stranger.

Chitra invited me to come with her back to her place anyway. So I was all on board then. She wore tight jeans, almost painted on, and a tight button-down top that showed off her curves. She was leaving and was in front of me. I just watched her body and followed her.

When we got to the car, we started making out hard. Our hands are all over each other. Then she broke it up and said let’s go. The drive to her house took about 30 minutes.

My hands are all over her legs, and her hands are over mine. We get to her house, and she parks the car. I follow her to the house and take my shoes off at the entrance. Once in the house, I turn her around and begin kissing her hard, my hands on her tits.

I undo her shirt. I cupped her tits that were encased in a lace bra. The D tits felt amazing over the lace. I began to kiss her neck, and she stopped me. She grabbed my crotch and moved me upstairs to her bedroom.

We get to her bedroom. I remove her shirt and her jeans after some struggle. The bra and panties were both lace and red. I pushed her onto the bed and caressed her pussy over the lace thong, making her squirm. I smiled and kept doing it as I kissed my way up her leg.

Then I removed the thong and kissed her pussy lips. I then slowly licked and caressed her pussy lips, opening them, slowly tasting her, and licking her. She started moving her hips to my movement. I knew I had found the right cadence of licking and playing with her clit and pussy hole.

I reached up and caressed her tits as I ate her. I ate her for the next hour or so until she finally pushed me off. I was rather annoyed as I love to eat pussy. But hey, I didn’t know her that well yet.

She then got up and removed her bra, allowing me to see her bare tits. With the smallest nipples and big areolas that I just wanted to suck and bite. She got me naked and got to my uncut cock kneeling. She stopped, and I was worried that this would be the deal breaker again, my foreskin.

But no, she smiled and kissed the head of my cock. She said she hadn’t had an uncut cock in a long time but loved it. For the next 20 minutes, she played with my cock, balls, and foreskin, exploring me. We then proceeded to fuck with her on her back.

I put on a condom and went to town on her until I cum. She then had me pull out and take the condom off me. She placed it neatly on the floor. My cock was still hard, so she asked me if I was ready to go again. I said yes, and so we did.

We then fucked with her riding me to a few orgasms. I cum again fucking her from behind, slapping her ass, and pulling her hair. I cum in her again, and once again, she placed the condom on the floor neatly after she removed it. She used a towel to clean me up and herself, and we fell asleep.

At about 5 am, I woke up with a huge hard-on and needed to piss. I get up and go to find the bathroom, and I go and take the world’s longest piss. As I walk back to the room, I hear voices.

I am not sure what the fuck to think. I get ready for the worse and get ready to either get my ass kicked or something worse. I walked into the room, and Chitra was talking to a naked man. I stop, not sure what to say.

She looked at me and said, “Don’t panic, dear, but this is my cuck husband, Sanjay.” I looked at him and began apologizing, telling him I did not know. They both started laughing. I was looking at them like, “What the fuck?!”

She asked me to sit down. I was in a daze and did as she asked. They then told me he shared her and wouldn’t fuck her until the guy left. He was sucking the condom clean, eating my cum as we talked about this.

For the next hour or so, they explained to me about cuckolds and their lifestyle. They were looking for someone to take the spot of their last bull. They talked about how she thought I would be fun and good for them. We spent another 30 minutes talking about what they expected from me.

I didn’t realize it, but my cock was hard as we talked. Her husband had grabbed it and was stroking me. I didn’t even realize it, as there was so much going on. She then kissed me and told me that I liked the idea.

She could see it from my cock. I looked down, and she and her husband were now stroking me. I came like a geyser again, and they cleaned me up. I agreed to try things out and see if I could be what they wanted.

I fell asleep between her and her husband, unsure of what had just happened but curious and intrigued.

Hello guys, this is John from Tamil Nadu. This is the story of my sister-in-law Sharmi and me.

To start with, let me give you a brief idea of me and Sharmi. I come from a well-settled family. My father is a Doctor and my mother is a Professor. Hope you guys would have got an idea of my social standing.

Being an only child, I always had a lonely feeling. Both my parents would come back home only after seven in the evening and would also leave by seven in the morning. Most of the household work would have been done even before I woke up. My lunch would have been packed and kept in my bag. All I had to do was, go to school, return, study, sleep, and repeat.

My life got even more boring when my parents transferred me to a boys’ school for high school. With only boys around me, I became the kind of person who we proudly call as ‘Morattu Single’.

At first, it seemed good, but as time passed by, I came to realize how much of a fool I was back in those days, and I was afraid to talk to girls. I would even avoid my girl cousins at marriage functions. I was too shy to talk to them.

As time passed by, my other cousins started making fun of me for this. One of my cousins, even thought that I was gay. Such was my condition! All this changed when Sharmi came into my life. Sharmi was the wife of my cousin. I used to call my cousin ‘Anna’, so I started to call Sharmi ‘Anni’.

Talking about Sharmi, she was a very beautiful-looking girl. She was four years younger than my cousin. Theirs was a love marriage, so they won’t leave each other’s side. After seeing them, I too wanted to do a love marriage, but I was too hesitant to talk to the girls.

After finishing college, I started working as a freelance content creator and graphic designer. I set up my office at my home. Now I was making a decent amount of money from my YouTube channel and freelancing. But everything came to an end when I got affected by COVID. I was admitted to Asaripallam GH.

I spent two days there which felt like hell! Then I got relieved on the third day as I saw Sharmi being admitted there. At least there was someone who I knew already. As soon as she was bought there, I rushed to her and asked how she got infected. She told me that she caught the infection from a random patient at her hospital. Since there was no one else with whom I could talk, I started to chat with her.

Then I talked to the hospital management and shifted to the same room as hers and even got the bed that was next to her. At night since we wouldn’t get sleep, we would go out for a walk inside the hospital premises.

Within a couple of days, we two got closer. We talked about our college days, favorite things, etc. We stayed there in the hospital for about a week and those days were really so precious because that’s how I got my queen.

After we were discharged, we went to our respective homes. We had exchanged our numbers so we started chatting on WhatsApp. She would even sometimes call me. This continued for a couple of months. We got even closer.

There was not a day when we both never talked. She would text me before going to work, during lunch break, and during her tea break. She would let me know as soon as she went back home from work etc. We talked like lovers, but neither of us realized it back then.

One day, I forgot my cell phone at home and went to a friend’s birthday party. I came home drunk and was too tired to check my phone. Then I woke up the next day and when I checked my phone, the notification showed around a hundred missed calls and a lot of WhatsApp messages and texts. I unlocked my screen to check who it was. I was shocked to see that it was none other than my sister-in-law Sharmi. I called her back and she picked up on the first ring. Even before I could say, ‘Hello’, she started to scold me.

Sharmi: Where were you the whole day? Why didn’t you attend my calls? Are you too busy to attend my calls? Where have you been this late?

I was shocked! I thought in my mind, “Why did she even care?”

Sharmi: Answer me, idiot! Where have you been for so long and why didn’t you pick up my call?

Me: I was at a friend’s birthday party.

Sharmi: When did you return?

Me: At night!

Sharmi: Why didn’t you text me as soon as you returned?

Me: I was drunk last night!

Sharmi: You drank alcohol?? Oh my god! How could you do this?

Me (still shocked): Why does it even matter?

Sharmi: Oh! You don’t care, right? Okay then, bye!

Me: Wait!

She hung up the phone. I recalled, but she switched off her cell phone.

At around 5 pm, I received a message on WhatsApp from Sharmi.

Sharmi: Meet me at Chunkankadai Gowri Shankar, sharp at 6:00.

I went on time as she had asked. She boarded down from the bus and walked toward me. Various thoughts were already running inside my mind. Then she came straight toward my car and sat right next to me. She asked me to take her somewhere.

I took her to the park in Veppamoodu Junction which was hardly a ten-minute drive from Chunkankadai. Those ten minutes seemed like ten hours. She didn’t talk through the drive. As soon as I parked the car, my SIL got off and walked toward a bench, and sat on it facing away from me. Then I went and sat next to her.

Me: Anni, what happened?

Sharmi was still facing away from me

Me: Anni.

Still no answer.

Me: Sharmi!

She turned back and told me that she won’t talk to me if I ever again called her, ‘Anni’.

I was getting an idea of where these things were leading.

Me: Sharmi, what’s all this about? Why are you throwing a fit over a missed call?

Sharmi: Act as if you don’t know anything! We have been talking to each other for a very long time and yet, you haven’t figured it out right?

Me: What are you talking about, Anni?

Sharmi: This is the last time I am warning you. Don’t you ever dare again to call me as ‘Anni’.

Me: But you are my Anni, right? My Anna’s wife!

Sharmi: Do you only see me as your Anna’s wife? Don’t you feel what I have for you in my heart?

Me: Are you kidding me, Sharmi? You are my Anna’s wife. How can I think of you like that?

Sharmi: So, you chatted to me only as a brother-in-law?

Me: Yes!

Then she started to cry and walked toward my car. She got inside as soon as I unlocked it and started to cry harder. I tried to console her, but she wasn’t in the mood to listen. Then I drove my car to her house and dropped her off.

Sharmi: Was that your final answer?

Me: Yes Anni, I see you as a mother figure. Not more than that.

Sharmi: Mm!

She went straight into her house and didn’t even look back. I went to my house and recalled the incidents that took place.

At night around 9, I received a message on WhatsApp. It was an image. As soon as I opened it, my body shivered. It was a topless picture of my sister-in-law Sharmi. Even though it was wrong, I liked how beautiful her body was. I was unable to take my eyes off her beautiful body. She had the perfect breasts, not too big nor too small. They sagged only a little, but that too added to her beauty.

Then came a text message.

Sharmi: Do you like this?

I didn’t reply.

Sharmi: Then, what about this one?

She sent another pic. This time, it was a full nude pic! I felt as if everything was out of hand now.

I replied: Yes.

Sharmi: Good! Come to my house, your Anna is out of town for a couple of days!

Without having a second thought, I rushed to my cousin’s wife’s house and as soon as she heard my hard horn sound, she came running out. Then I parked my car. We both looked into each other’s eyes. I took her and carried her to the bedroom. What happened next will be continued in the next part. Till then, stay tuned guys!

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Hi friends, thanks for liking my previous stories and now, I am back with new story of my life. I hope you will like this incident too. Sabse pehle main aapko ye bata du ki main pehle se meri kaafi friends ke sath casual sex karta hu, without any attachments. Just sex relationship, with full privacy and security.

Hamari ye understanding and hookup ke baare mein kisi ko kuch nahi pata chale, so we never share any detail with anyone.

Meri sister Chiki (name changed) ki shaadi kuch time pehle hi hui thi. But unfortunately wo physically khush nahi thi apne husband se. Usne mujhse share ki thi ye baat, ki kaise uska pati use wo sex and orgasm nahi de pata, jo use milna chahiye tha.

Coming to the story.

Mere mummy-papa baahar jaa rahe the medical checkups ke liye, jisme 1-2 week lagne ke chances the. Peeche main apne ghar pe hi rukne wala tha, coz main itne din sab kaam chhodh kar baahar nahi ruk sakta.

To mummy ne meri sister ko kuch din ke liye ghar aane ko kaha, jisse mujhe khaane ki koi pareshani nahi hogi, aur ghar bhi khaali nahi rahega. Jab mujhe ye pata chala, to main tension mein aa gaya. Kyunki maine bahut kuch plan kar rakha tha, ki jab mere parents baahar jayenge, tab main apni friends ko alag-alag din bula ke unke sath chudai kar paunga.

Kyunki hamare paas room ya flat nahi arrange ho pata, to hame hotel hi jana padta hai. But har baar hotel jana bhi possible nahi hai, aur risk bhi hai. Fir maine meri behan ko call karke bola ki wo naa aaye ghar pe rehne ke liye.

Maine bahana banaya ki usko problem hogi wagaira-wagaira. But jab wo nahi maani, to maine use samjhaya –

Main: Dekh maine aisa kuch plan kiya hai, and agar tu ghar aa jayegi, to main apni friends ke sath sex nahi kar paunga. Itna acha mauka main apne hath se kaise jaane du?

To meri behan thodi gussa, shocked aur surprised hui jab maine use ye bataya. Use ye pata tha ki main ladkiyon ke sath ghoomta firta tha, but use ye nahi pata tha ki maine apni bahut sari friends ke sath sex bhi kiya tha.

But fir wo normal hui and baat and situation ko samajh kar mujhse boli: Tu ek kaam karna, main ghar aa jaati hu. Tujhe jab bhi apni friends ko bulana hai bula lena. Mujhe koi problem nahi hai. Main us waqt kisi doosre room mein chhup jaungi lock karke, aur fir jab wo chali jayegi, to tu mujhe bata dena, main baahar aa jaungi.

Maine bola: Aise kaise ho sakta hai? And main tumhare rehte itna comfortable nahi ho paunga.

Lekin mummy ne sis ko kaha tha ghar pe rehne ke liye, to mummy ko kaise samjhati wo. Isliye mujhe meri behan ka ye plan maanna pada. Parents ke jaane ke baad agle din maine apni friend Radhika ko bulaya ghar pe. Maine meri behan Chiki ko bol diya, ki wo kisi room mein chali jaye and lock kar le.

As soon as Radhika came to my house, maine jhat se darwaza lock kar diya, aur use apne room mein le gaya aur kissing start kar di. Hum dono ko kaafi time ho gaya tha sex kiye, to hum dono itne desperate aur impatient the ek doosre ke sath chudai karne ke liye, ki hamne bina time waste kiye apne kapde utaar diye.

Maine uski bra utari and ab wo bas panty mein thi. Ab main bhi sirf underwear mein tha. Wo thodi healthy thi, to uske boobs kaafi bade the, approx 36″ size ke. Fir main uske boobs suck karne laga, and dheere-dheere hum dono ka mood ban gaya.

Maine bina der kiye uski panty utari, aur apna underwear bhi. And fir apne lund pe condom lagaya, and ek jhatke mein uski chut ke andar apna lund daal diya. Wo jhatpatane lagi, and fir thodi der mein wo relax ho gayi, and fir hum sex karne lag gaye. Wo zyada moan karne lagi, to maine use awaaz thodi kam karne ke liye bola, taaki aas-pados mein kisi ko awaaz na jaye.

Hum sex kar rahe the, and uska ek baar orgasm ho gaya. Lekin mera nahi hua tha, aur main abhi bhi Radhika ki chut mein apna lund andar-baahar kar raha tha. Radhika ko dard ho raha tha, aur sath mein maza bhi aa raha tha.

Hum dono chudai mein khoye hue the, aur mujhe koi idea bhi nahi tha ki hamari chudai koi dekh raha tha, aur hamari moans ki awaaze sun raha tha. Mera pani ab nikalne wala tha, and Radhika ka bhi doosra orgasm hone wala tha. Main ab bina ruke use chod raha tha, aur hum dono ka ek sath paani nikal gaya. Main thak ke Radhika ke bagal main let gaya, aur relax ho raha tha.

Achanak se meri nazar room ke gate pe gayi, and wo halka khula hua tha. Mujhe aisa lag raha tha, jaise koi waha khada tha. Ye baat sirf mujhe pata thi, ki ghar mein mere aur Radhika ke alawa meri behen Chiki bhi thi.

Main samajh gaya tha ki Chiki sab kuch dekh rahi thi, aur maze le rahi thi. Mujhe thoda ajeeb laga, lekin mujhe mere lund mein excitement feel hui aur mera lund khada ho gaya Chiki ke thought se, ki wo ye sab dekh rahi thi.

Mujhe ye samajh aa raha tha, ki wo abhi bhi gate ke baahar hi thi, aur hamari awaaz sun rahi thi. Fir maine condom change kiya, and firse Radhika ko chodne lag gaya. Usne ye expect nahi kiya tha, ki main firse itni jaldi uspe chadh jaunga and usne kaha –

Radhika: Ouch! Kya baat hai, aaj 10 minute ka break bhi nahi liya, aur 2 minute mein wapas form main aa gaye tum?

Maine bola: Aaj to itne din ki kasar sari nikaalni hai.

Lekin us time main apni behan ko imagine kar raha tha, aur usi ko fantasize karke Radhika ko chod raha tha. Mujhe pata hi nahi chala ki main itni josh mein tha aur Chiki ko fantasize kar raha tha, ki radhika ke hosh udd gaye. Use itna maza aaya ki wo bayaan nahi kar sakti thi.

Uske baad jab hamara session khatam hua, tab hamne apne kapde pehne aur wo jaane wali thi. Chiki ne sab sun liya hoga ki Radhika ab jaane wali thi. Aur wo gate se hatt ke apne room mein chali gayi, taaki main ya Radhika koi use dekh na le.

Jaise hi Radhika chali gayi, main sis ke room mein gaya usko thanks bolne ke liye, kyunki usne mujhe support kiya. Lekin maine uske face mein ek alag si chamak dekhi, aur khushi bhi dekhi.

Shayad usne masturbate kiya hoga. Normally Chiki thodi shant aur nakhush hi rehti thi shaadi ke baad jab bhi maine use dekha tha. Main bhi bahut khush tha itne din baad sex karke. Fir maine Chiki se poocha ki kya wo mere room ke baahar aayi thi and kya usne dekha. To usne mana kar diya ki nahi, wo nahi ayi thi. Lekin mujhpe gussa nahi kiya. Fir maine Chiki ko bola –

Main: Chal aaj raat ko baahar dinner karenge.

Aur fir main kuch kaam karne laga. Mujhe andesha ho raha tha jaise shayad Chiki meri taraf sexually attract ho rahi thi. And ho sakta tha, ki mujhe chudai ka maza ghar mein hi mil jaye.

Part 2 mein main aapko bataunga ki kaise Chiki ka mann hua mere paas aane ka. And jo chudai ka sukh use uska pati nahi de paya, wo use mujhse mila, and wo satisfy bhi hui.

Thank you. Ye mera real incident hai. I hope aapko ye meri sex kahani pasand aayi hogi. Part 2 mein aapko aur bhi zyada maza aane wala hai. Jab aap padhenge kaise maine Chiki ke sath bahut si fantasies poori ki.

Jisne meri previous stories padhi hai, unko pata hoga ki main pussy lick karne mein expert hu. Aur pussy licking sabse zyada mazedar hota hai kisi bhi ladki ya lady ke liye. Koi bhi ladki ya aunty mere sath maze lena chaahe, to wo mujhe mere mail id pe contact kar sakti hai.

Also please share your feedback and comment if you like the story. It will motivate me to submit part 2 soon.

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Hello friends. I hope you like the last part. Kindly read it fully and give me your feedback. You can contact me through the mail, i.e. [email protected]

Shamitha’s Wedding

I’ve always been drawn to the finer things in life. From the silk sheets on my bed to the glittering diamonds that grace my neck, I crave luxury, modernity, and sexual freedom. My name is Shamitha. I am a young woman who knows what she wants and goes after it without hesitation.

“Shamitha, you’re such a tease,” they’d often say, their eyes lingering on my body as I sashayed past them. They couldn’t get enough of me, and I revelled in the attention. I knew how to use my beauty and wit to my advantage and wasn’t afraid to do so.

My dark, sultry eyes held a secret that only a select few would ever be privy to. My breasts, oh, they were something else entirely. Full and round, they swelled like ripe fruits just waiting to be plucked from the vine. As a size 34D, I was never one for modesty. I made sure my cleavage was always on display.

I loved how men’s eyes would widen when they saw me, their gaze inevitably drawn to my ample bosom. The soft, creamy skin was sensitive to the touch, sending shivers down my spine whenever someone gently brushed against me or squeezed them.

“Shamitha, you drive me crazy with those tits,” one of my lovers had whispered into my ear as he trailed kisses along my collarbone. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he continued, “I can’t resist them, babe.”

“Good,” I thought, smirking inwardly. “That’s exactly how I want you.”

And it wasn’t just my looks that attracted them – my insatiable appetite for pleasure was almost legendary among the local boys. I indulged in multiple partners, seeking new experiences and sensations with each encounter. Their money helped fuel my desires.

I enjoyed my power over them as they begged for more.

“Please, Shamitha,” they’d moan, their voices cracking with desperation. “I need you so bad.”

“Patience, darling,” I’d purr, trailing a manicured finger along their quivering lips. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.”

Yes, I was a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. My life was a never-ending parade of luxury, modernity, and unbridled sexual freedom – and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You see, dear reader, my past was filled with dark secrets that threatened to cast a shadow over my future happiness. And it didn’t just whisper behind closed doors. My actions were well-known among the people of our town.

They called me cunning, manipulative – even a harlot. But their disapproval only fueled my desire for more. Just last month, I had a rendezvous with the son of a wealthy merchant. Allowing him to taste the forbidden fruit of my body in exchange for a diamond necklace that now lay hidden beneath my bridal saree.

Before that, it was the local tailor. After spending a night tangled between my sheets, he gifted me a fine dress. I couldn’t help myself. I enjoyed the thrill of these encounters and the luxuries they provided.

These dalliances were far from secret. My family suffered the consequences of my insatiable appetite for pleasure. My father’s once-respected name was now tainted, and my mother’s eyes held a perpetual glimmer of disappointment.

Yet, despite the whispers and judgmental stares, I could not resist the allure of these forbidden trysts.

“Damn it, Shamitha!” I muttered under my breath. I caught my reflection in the mirror, adjusting my tight blouse. It was just hours before my wedding to Raghav – arranged by my family to cover up my reputation in our small town.

A flashback flooded my mind. My mother caught me in a compromising position with one of my many lovers. My sister’s horrified expression was etched into my memory. Followed by the calm conversation between my parents and the ultimatum: marry Raghav or face the consequences.

“Raghav is a good man,” they insisted, “an honest engineer from a respectable family.”

I knew what they were saying. This was my chance at redemption, to start anew and hide the shame of my sexual escapades. But deep down, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret for losing my freedom.

“Shamitha, are you ready?” my mother called from behind the door.

“Almost,” I replied, taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I felt a twinge of longing for the wild nights and passionate encounters. It would soon be a thing of the past.

“Let’s get you married,” my mother whispered, taking my arm. Little did she know what would come before I said, “I do,” to Raghav.

So my marriage with Raghav was almost a done deal. I stood in the lavishly decorated marriage hall just moments before my wedding. A sense of unease crept up. The air was filled with the scent of roses and jasmine while twinkling fairy lights adorned the walls.

My family and friends chatted excitedly, their anticipation for the ceremony palpable. Despite the joyous atmosphere, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my past was catching up to me. I barely had time to ponder my situation when I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Shamitha, you look absolutely stunning,” a voice whispered behind me as I admired my reflection in the full-length mirror.

I recognized that voice immediately – it belonged to Prakash, one of my many admirers. My heart raced with excitement. But I remained calm as a wicked smile danced on my lips. Today was my wedding day. He was, sneaking into my room with his younger brother, Sukesh.

“Prakash,” I purred, turning to face him. “What brings you here so close to the ceremony?”

His eyes travelled up and down my body, drinking in the sight of my curves accentuated by the luxurious fabric of my wedding gown. The lustful glint in his eyes betrayed his thoughts, and my body responded to the heat of his gaze.

“Darling Shamitha,” he sighed, “I couldn’t bear the thought of you marrying another man without giving me one last taste.”

“Is that so?” I teased, feeling the familiar hunger for pleasure coil within me. But this time was different; the stakes were higher. I couldn’t risk my reputation or future marriage on a whim.

“Prakash,” I said firmly, “I cannot grant your request. Not today, not with my wedding mere hours away, and especially not with Sukesh here.”

Sukesh, a shy virgin boy, shifted uncomfortably under my gaze. His cheeks flushed red. I could see his curiosity mingling with his embarrassment. The thought of corrupting such innocence made my body ache with desire.

“Please, Shamitha,” Prakash pleaded, desperation colouring his voice. “Just one last time, for old times’ sake.”

I hesitated, torn between my lust and the knowledge that I must remain faithful to my soon-to-be husband. As much as I wanted to give in to Prakash’s advances, I knew it would be my undoing. My mind raced as I weighed the options, struggling to find a way to satisfy my desires and obligations.

“Sorry, Prakash,” I whispered, my voice laced with regret. “I cannot risk everything for one last moment of pleasure. You’ll have to find solace in our memories.”

His face fell, but he nodded reluctantly, understanding the gravity of my decision. I turned away from him. My body mourned the loss of what could have been. But my mind held firm to the knowledge that I had made the right choice.

“Goodbye, Prakash,” I said softly, watching as he and Sukesh slipped out of my room and disappeared down the hallway. With a heavy heart, I returned my attention to the mirror, preparing myself for the life that awaited me beyond those doors.

My resolve from before began to wane as the quiet tension in the room grew thicker, suffocating me like a heavy fog. Prakash’s yearning gaze locked onto mine, his eyes dark and smouldering with desire. He stalked closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Shamitha, I know you crave this as much as I do,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Just one last taste, and I’ll be out of your life forever.”

The thought of succumbing to Prakash’s advances gnawed at the edges of my mind, tempting me with the sweet allure of forbidden pleasure. My body screamed out, craving the touch that only he could provide.

But the consequences weighed heavily on my conscience. If caught, it would mean disaster for my impending marriage.

“Prakash…” I murmured, hesitating. Still, my trepidation seemed to encourage him, and he pressed closer, his lips brushing against my earlobe.

“Please, Shamitha,” he begged. “Let me savour you one last time. This is our final chance.” His words wrapped around me like silken bonds, drawing me deeper into their embrace, ensnaring my willpower.

In the end, my desires won out, and I gave in to the magnetic pull of his lustful entreaties. As I knelt before him, I knew I was playing with fire. But the intoxicating thrill of danger inflamed my senses, making me reckless with desire.

“Alright, Prakash,” I acquiesced, my voice barely more than a breathy whisper. “But this truly must be the last time.”

His eyes sparkled with gratitude and excitement as I gently unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. I took him into my mouth with practised ease. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock. I savoured the taste and texture of his velvety skin.

“Ah, Shamitha,” he moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. The intensity of my desire fueled my actions, driving me to please him like never before.

Prakash’s breathing grew ragged, punctuated by sharp gasps and low groans. I knew he was close to the edge and doubled my efforts, determined to send him over the brink. Finally, with a guttural cry, he reached his climax, his hot seed filling my mouth.

I drank it all greedily, not wasting a single drop of his essence. As I wiped my lips clean, I couldn’t help but smile at the wicked carnality we had just shared. But there was no time for lingering. The ceremony drew near, and our dangerous liaison needed to remain a secret.

“Thank you, Shamitha,” Prakash whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “You’ll always hold a special place in my heart.” Saying that, he fell on the bed with satisfaction.

I turned around and locked eyes with Sukesh, a shy young virgin watching us from behind a curtain. His cheeks were flushed red, but his eyes were hungry and excited. My heart raced as I realized he’d seen everything – every lustful moan and heated touch.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I purred, sauntering towards him, my hips swaying seductively.

He swallowed hard, nodding his head so quickly that I almost laughed. “Y-yes, Shamitha.”

“Tell me, Sukesh,” I said, my voice low and sultry, “do you want to touch yourself? The way you’ve always fantasized about when you thought of me?”

His eyes widened at my question, but the bulge in his pants betrayed his desire. He nodded once more, biting his lip nervously. I leaned in close, resting one hand on his chest and feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingertips.

“Go ahead then,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his earlobe. “Touch yourself for me.”

With trembling hands, Sukesh unzipped his pants and began to stroke himself. His breaths come in short, shallow gasps. It was thrilling to watch him. This innocent boy had never known a woman’s touch. Now pleasuring himself to the memory of my carnal passion with Prakash.

“Imagine it’s my hand stroking you,” I urged him, watching his grip tighten around his arousal. “Feel my soft skin, my nimble fingers caressing your most sensitive spots.”

Sukesh let out a small whimper, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself to the fantasy. I could see him straining, fighting to hold back his impending release. It was all so deliciously wicked. I couldn’t help but bask in my power over him.

“Remember this moment, Sukesh,” I murmured, stepping away from him as he touched himself. “Because this is the closest you’ll ever get to me.”

I watched Sukesh, the virgin boy, stroking himself at seeing my lewd acts with Prakash. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal and curiosity. My wicked heart beat faster. I gave him a taste of the forbidden fruit he had never experienced.

“Stop, Sukesh,” I commanded, my voice dripping with sultry authority. He froze, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “I have a better idea.”

I sashayed toward him, my hips swaying seductively. His breathing hitched as I knelt before him, my fingers grazing the hardness straining against his pants. I looked up at him, full of lust and mischief. I whispered, “Let me show you what it’s like to be touched by a woman.”

“Shamitha, are you sure?” he stammered, clearly conflicted between fear and desire. I silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips, a knowing smile on my face.

“Relax, Sukesh. Trust me.”

With deliberate slowness, I unzipped his pants, exposing his throbbing erection. I wrapped my soft hand around it. He gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. He was so innocent, so pure; it was intoxicating.

“Imagine how much better this will feel,” I murmured, leaning forward to take him into my warm, wet mouth. His moans echoed through the room, filling my ears with sinful satisfaction.

“God… Shamitha, you’re amazing,” he groaned, his hands grasping my hair as I bobbed my head, sucking him deeper. Each movement elicited desperate whimpers from him, feeding my insatiable hunger for control and pleasure.

“Are you ready, Sukesh?” I asked, looking up at him with dark, seductive eyes. He nodded eagerly, his entire body trembling with anticipation. I quickened my pace, feeling him grow even harder in my mouth.

“Shamitha… I’m… I’m going to—” he gasped, a blissful cry escaping his lips as he released into my eager mouth. I swallowed every last drop, savouring the taste of this sweet surrender.

“Remember this moment, Sukesh,” I whispered, standing up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’ll never experience it again.”

Lying in bed, I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and lingering desire. The taste of Prakash’s and Sukesh’s semen still lingered on my tongue, a deliciously forbidden treat. I ran my fingers over my lips, savouring the memory of their moans and the feel of their hardness in my mouth.

My body hummed with pleasure, but a gnawing thought was at the back of my mind.

“Shit!” I exclaimed suddenly, sitting up. “My wedding! It’s happening soon!”

The brothers exchanged nervous glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. I glanced at the clock, anxiety racing as I realized how close we were cutting it.

“Come on, we need to get dressed,” I ordered, hurriedly pulling on my clothes. “You two need to get out of here before anyone notices.”

As they scrambled to put their clothes back on, I couldn’t help but admire their still-erect members. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I called them back.

“Wait,” I said, beckoning them closer. “One last thing.”

Curiosity mixed with apprehension in their eyes, but they approached me nonetheless. With a mischievous grin, I unzipped their pants again and gently grasped their cocks.

“Consider this a final goodbye,” I whispered, pressing my lips to each of their throbbing heads. The taste of their arousal sent shivers down my spine. I knew I’d remember this moment for the rest of my life.

“Thank you,” I murmured, releasing them from my grasp and zipping up their pants. “Now go before we’re caught.”

As they slipped out of the room, I took a deep breath, attempting to centre myself. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. I knew I needed to change my clothes before anyone noticed.

I carefully picked a new outfit, concealing the small stain of Sukesh’s semen on my previous attire. As I changed, I couldn’t resist bringing the soiled fabric to my lips and tasting the remnants of our illicit encounter. The wicked smile that spread across my face was one I knew would stay with me forever.

The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch, though my mind remained preoccupied with the memories of Prakash and Sukesh. I stood beside Raghav, exchanging vows and promising to love and cherish him for the rest of our lives. I wondered if he could sense the sinful secret I carried with me.

“Shamitha,” Raghav whispered as the ceremony concluded, pulling me from my thoughts. “You look so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I’m happy to be your wife.”

And we embraced, celebrating the beginning of our life together. I knew that no matter what the future held, the memory of the brothers’ cocks in my mouth would remain etched in my mind – a testament to the wild, passionate woman I once was.

Hello everyone. I’ll pick up just where I left off. I kissed my mother, Krupanidhi, on the lips, out of the blue. She had just finished her dip in the sacred Kaveri River.

I had purposely dirtied all her clothes, and she was just in her leggings and a towel on top. I feel her moist lips leave mine.

“Beta, what are you doing?”

I heard her voice. She says it in a very confused tone. Her hands are now crossed over her huge breasts. They seem to be waiting to get out of the towel’s grasp.

“Maa, I am completely in love with you,” I repeat.

“Beta, I love you too, but that’s now you kiss your mother.”

She’s not comprehending what I’m saying.

“Maa, I know you have been lonely after Dad passed away. I know you use a vibrator every day to satisfy your needs.”

Her face turns red. “Beta, have you been spying on me?”

“No, Maa, your moans are too loud at night.”

Her confusion now turns to shame.

“Beta, that’s….”

Everything is going so fast that I do not know what to do next. I don’t know how to convince my mother since I came out clean. It was now almost dark outside, and we were still standing next to the river.

I blurted out, “Maa, I can satisfy your sexual needs,” without thinking.

Her face looks fully confused now. She tells, “Beta, what are you saying? Stop being a child. I’m your mother.”

“But Maa…”

She holds me by my ear now. She has turned a bit angry. She finally understood what I was saying.

“Beta, have you gone mad? After visiting all those temples, you are saying such nonsense?”

She holds my ear with her left hand and now goes to slap me with her right hand. I feel I’ll never get to fuck met mother if she feels like this. I would need to do something drastic to get her to reciprocate.

Since both her hands are off the towel, I take my change and tug. It falls off easily. For the first time, I get a view of my mother’s watermelon-sized breasts. They are saggy with old age but are massive with dark nipples. She has a visible potbelly with fat laters on her sides, under her breasts and waist.

She quickly takes notice of what happened and tries to cover her chest. Her breasts jiggle with her own aggressive touch.

“BETA WHAT…?” she yells.

I yell back now, “CHUP!”

“I’ve been listening to you moan every day. Now you have made me your driver and servant. You keep bossing me around like a bitch”

She’s fully taken aback that I yelled.

“But Beta, this is….”

I now take my chance to make her like me. I start undoing my pants. My erect dick was now pointing at my mom. I take two steps towards my mother and hold her by her hair bun.

She’s toppled in her peach leggings now. In the dark, it feels like she’s fully naked.

“See Maa. My dick is much bigger than that vibrator. Now since you have made me drive for hours together for this trip of yours, I demand payment.”

“Beta….” she squeaks.

I tell, “Now suck it, you whore!”

“Beta, this is not right. We cannot do this.”

I push her down, and she kneels. She looks at my dick. I think I finally got there. She knows that there is nobody for her now.

I say, “Come on, Maa, you can have it now. We can satisfy ourselves. You won’t be lonely again, and nobody will know. We can have all the fun we want.”

She looks emotional, and I’m almost about to break her.

“Beta, this…let us not….”

I take one of her hands and rest it on my dick. She tries moving it away, but I hold it in place and gently stroke it.

“Ok, Beta. Just this once, don’t tell anyone,” she tells in a low voice helplessly.

Done, finally done. I think. My strict mom is about to suck my dick. I have convinced her. She puts my dick in her mouth.

“Now give me a rim job, Maa.”

She gags and nods. “You dirty whore, you know what a rim job is?” I laugh. She nods.

She starts going around my mushroom tip. I give a sudden push, and she gags. “You like that, Maa?”

She nods and uses her hands now. It feels so refreshing. Her breasts dance with every movement of hers. I bend down and cup each of them. I squish them hard. She lets out an “Ahh.”

I climax even though it has just been 5 minutes. My load falls on her tongue. I now pull back her messy bun. “Swallow that, bitch.” She gulps.

Now my mother has become a bit docile. I pull her back up into a standing position and go to remove her leggings. I move my hand into her panties and touch her pussy. It feels unshaven. She resists and pulls my hand out.

She stops me and says, “Beta, that’s enough. We’ve already crossed the limits. I don’t want to do anything else now.”

She looks tired. I don’t know what to say. I’ve already gotten what I want. “Did you enjoy my dick, Maa? Try it in other holes now. Why wait?”

“Beta, no. This is just a one-time mistake. Let’s not make another. You are not even wearing a condom,” she says firmly.

I think that three more days of the trip are left. Since she is already submissive, I have more time.

“Ok, whore. Let’s continue later, then. Now wear the dirty chudidar just like the dirty pig you are.”

I grab her nipples one more time and pinch hard. She yelps, “Aaaahhh.”

“I enjoyed this, Maa. Now I’ll make you also enjoy it tomorrow by licking your pussy.”

She says, “But beta, we agreed this is a one-time mistake.” I slap her and say, “You’ll obey what I say, Maa.” I spank her ass.

That’s the end of part 4. Leave your thoughts at [email protected].

Hey Everyone. This is Mahi Sharma back with another story. This story is possibly the one that many of you might be waiting for, so let’s get started.

As we were sitting across from each other, I started to notice Rahul. How much he has changed, how well he has worked on his body and kept himself in really good shape. Plus, all the sex talks have slowly worked their way to me. I was getting attracted towards him as well as getting wet.

We were both silent for a moment, looking at each other. Rahul closed the gap between us and sat almost next to me. I could smell his perfume, and I liked it.

Rahul: If I can be honest, you are the only girl I have ever wished for. But I don’t think it’s possible due to all the circumstances.

I didn’t reply. Maybe it was a sign for him to take a step further. He placed his hands on my thighs; I wore shorts, so it became direct skin contact.

Rahul: Mahi, I hope we can forget everything and maybe have something of our own.

Saying this, he was caressing my thighs. I was nodding at his words. In my head, I felt I was getting drawn towards him. The feelings that I thought had gone away were burning inside me again. He kept his other hand on my face. Although I should have resisted it, my body gave in.

He slowly leaned forward, and our lips met. He pecked on my lips a couple of times. I had my eyes closed. I wasn’t resisting or reciprocating. After pecking my lips, he took my lower lips between his mouth and started sucking on them. He slowly bit my lips. It was too hard to resist as I started kissing him back.

We started kissing, and soon it kept getting more and more passionate. He was biting my lower lips. We were using our tongues and doing a French kiss, which I had never experienced before. He held my face with one hand while the other explored my waist. His hand was inside my top and bare body.

I couldn’t control it anymore, and I was too far gone. He broke the kiss and lifted my top, and I let him do it. I was in my bra and shorts in front of him. I started unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed him on his chest as he pushed me onto the bed and came on top of me.

We started kissing again. My arms wrapped around him as one of his hands worked his charm over my shorts. I was wet and leaking. I don’t know how, but he quickly had his hands inside my panties and rubbed my pussy. In no time, his finger was inside me, and it glided inside easily.

I moaned, breaking the kiss, and he started kissing my neck and fingering. He had his two fingers inside me while slowly moving down my body. He kissed my nipples over the bra and then sucked them like that. I was moaning and closing in on orgasm.

He pulled out the bra as much as possible and started sucking on my left tit. I was moaning his name, and I had an orgasm. He pulled out his fingers from my pussy. I could see they were covered in my juices. He shoved it into my mouth, and I licked my juices clean from his fingers.

After doing that, he focused on my tits as he took off my bra and sucked them one by one, and softly bit them. He spent quite some time on my tits before he moved down and kissed my navel. While kissing, he stripped down my shorts along with my panties. He slowly kissed from my navel to pussy.

I was moaning and wet. He took out his tongue and licked my pussy lips from bottom to top and kept doing it for a few minutes. I had spread my legs for him inviting him to anything he wanted. I wanted to cum again. I tried to finger myself while he was licking.

But he flicked my hand away and then probed his tongue inside me. At that same moment, he also slid his finger inside me. He continued sucking and fingering at the same time. I was holding my bedsheet hard and moaning as I got my second orgasm, my body convulsed, and I moaned hard.

He stood up and removed his jeans and underwear as his dick sprung up. He was around 6.5 inches. He walked close to my face, and I started sucking it. He bent down a bit and again started to finger my pussy and slapped on my pussy. I moaned at his dick.

I couldn’t take the whole thing inside me. But it was wet more than half from my saliva. I kept sucking on it while he fingered me, and then he pulled out and came on top of me. He rubbed his dick on my pussy entrance as I closed my eyes in anticipation.

He didn’t waste a moment as he started to penetrate me. My eyes were wide open, and I felt pain as my pussy got stretched by his dick. I moaned hard, but he liplocked me. I again had my arms around him as I tried to bear that pain. I could feel more and more of his dick as he broke my hymen and went past it.

I felt some pain, but I couldn’t scream or anything. But my nails were dug on his back. He thrust hard once as a whole of his dick was now inside me. He waited a few seconds as my pussy accommodated his dick. Then he started fucking me slowly. He broke the kiss.

I moaned as his dick went in and out of me. I was feeling out of this world when he was fucking me. He saw my expression change, and he picked up some pace. I moaned and begged him to go harder, and he did. I got another orgasm while being fucked like that.

He kept fucking hard while I was cumming, triggering a harder orgasm. He didn’t slow down as he kept fucking me simultaneously. In the next few minutes, he grunted and came inside me. It was an incredible feeling getting creampied.

He slowly kissed me, pulled out his dick, and lay beside me. I could feel his cum leaking. I can see his semi-hard cock covered in our cum. We lay there for a few minutes without exchanging words as Rahul finally spoke.

Rahul: Mahi, would you like to be my girlfriend again?

After hearing his words, it struck me hard what I had done. I got up instantly, “Shit shit shit, what the fuck did I do. I shouldn’t have done this,” saying this, I broke into tears.

Rahul: Mahi, what happened?

Mahi: I’m in a relationship, Rahul. I just cheated on him with you

I was sobbing as I told Rahul about this. Rahul touched my shoulder to console me. But I flicked away his hand and told him not to touch me. I was panicking and didn’t know what to do, “Rahul, please leave,” I said. He tried to speak up, but I told him to leave me alone.

He got up from bed and searched for his phone. He played a recording of my moans and then forwarded it to the moment I said I cheated my bf with him. My tears dried out as I was furious now.

Mahi: Rahul, What the fuck is this?

Rahul: Well, Babe, I had no idea that some of my habits could become a lucky charm for me. You see, I usually record audio of the girls I sleep with. Today I had it on before I came inside the room, thinking I’ll get to fuck Ana and record her moans. But instead, I got to take your virginity. Now I have all of your beautiful moans recorded here.

I tried to argue with him to delete the recording. But he denied it so I tried to take the phone from his hand.

Rahul: Na Na, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, don’t even think of it. It’s already uploaded to the cloud. Here, take it. Break my phone. I’ll still have the recording.

Mahi: Rahul, Please try to understand. This was all a mistake. It should have never happened. Please delete that audio and leave.

Rahul: Shut up, Mahi. You made so many promises to be with me and then dumped me. You have no idea what I’ve been through. When I saw you today, I wanted you to be my gf again. But you forgot everything about me and started dating. Now you will face the consequences of dumping me.

Mahi: Rahul, I’m really sorry for what you went through

Rahul: Ssshh! Stop yapping and listen. You’ll do whatever I ask you to from this moment forth. Else I’ll share this recording with your bf and everyone here in college.

Mahi: Please don’t do that. We can work something out.

Rahul: I don’t want your words. I want to see you in action. Bring your mouth here and suck my dick.

Mahi: I can’t do that. Please try to understand, Rahul.

Rahul: You either comply with what I say else I’m doing what I just said.

Mahi: Okay, I will do it. Please don’t share that audio.

I hesitantly walked up to him and stood right in front.

Rahul: What? I didn’t ask you to stand in front of me.

I was still standing there, thinking about how this turned out. “Turn around,” Rahul ordered me. He quickly grabbed my hands behind me and then tied them behind my bra. He turned me around again and, with full force, pushed me on the floor.

His dick was right in front of me, and he ordered me to suck it. The tip of his dick touched my lips as he tried to push it in. But I was resisting as much as I could. Without a second of delay, he swung his hand and slapped me hard. I was almost thrown aside.

But he grabbed me by the hair, pulled me back, and commanded me to suck him now. I didn’t want to be slapped. So I started to take his dick in my mouth. Since my hands were tied up, it was difficult to move. I wasn’t taking his dick whole. My motion was lacking, so he took matters into his own hands.

He held my head and started fucking my mouth, shoving his cock till his balls hit my chin. I was gagging, and thick saliva covered his whole dick. I was experiencing this for the first time. It was very difficult and painful for me to accommodate his dick.

Somehow he couldn’t last long as he started moaning and grunting. I thought he’d pull out his dick, but he didn’t seem to slow down. I was making noises trying to get his attention as our eyes met. He knew I hated the idea of swallowing cum.

But he had that grin which told me he would make me do it right now. He came to the back of my throat. I felt the warm cum fill my mouth, He came a lot, and I was trying to pull myself away. But he held me tight. He told me that the only way I’m getting free from this is that I swallow his cum.

I had no choice but to do the unthinkable. I started swallowing, I wanted to vomit out, but I swallowed everything. He finally pulled out his dick. He smeared his dick on my face rubbing all the saliva and remaining cum on my face. I was feeling disgusted, but it wasn’t over yet.

He made me face up and commanded me to open my mouth. He spat on my face and mouth and asked me to swallow it. At that point, I just did what he said.

He started wearing his clothes and told me he would be back for more. Just before leaving, he untied me and left me on the floor.

That’s all for today, folks. I’ll be back with the next part as soon as possible. You can share your feedback at [email protected]. I’ll be happy if you write and share your experiences with me. Goodbye.

Hi, this is Jackie.I am from Tamilnadu. I was single till I joined an engineering college. I was a very spoiled guy in college and was involved in all types of booze. I wasn’t that good with girls. Eventually, I liked a girl and she liked me too. We hung out a bit and got committed.

Let me tell you about her. Her name was Savitha. She was not thin or fat, and she had medium flesh in the right amount of area. She was dusky and had 34d boobs and a slim waist and a good curvy ass. Compared to the awesome ones in class, she was not very good-looking. But she was good. She had a boyfriend before but broke up with him. I don’t think he enjoyed her. I will tell you how I found it. For example, she used to look like Suhana Khan on Instagram.

In college, some guys were trying their luck on her. She also allowed them to talk. But after I put my hands on her, no one dared to. I even heard my friends talk about her like she had a good ass and they wanted to smash that. I enjoyed it. Later when I got committed, they stopped saying those things, at least in front of me.

After we got committed, we used to hang out on the bike. And my girlfriend never stopped me from doing anything naughty. In the beginning, I was shy to do it, but later I was free. I used to kiss her lips an uncountable time. I have eaten those sweet lips.

After becoming comfortable, I started pressing my girlfriend’s boobs while driving and hugged her tightly so that it was crossing on me. All fun started when I started bringing her to my room. I just used to play with her body, and that was also above the dress. She used to sit on my lap and I used to kiss her lips and press her boobs. Once when I took her to my room, I pulled her boobs out of her chudi and pressed and licked them. I was eating her boobs like a mad dog.

Eventually, I took my hand down near her pussy. But as soon as my hands went down, she closed her legs so hard. I tried but she didn’t allow it. This went on for some days. I even started writing my name on her boobs.

One day, as usual I was playing with Savitha’s boobs and I was hard. Her legs were closed. I was just trying my luck. Then I took my hands down. As I went down, my gf opened her legs wide open for me like a slut. I just got hornier and untied her chudidar and went inside her panty and started rubbing it.

The best thing was her moaning. Oh man, I’ll cum for her voice and moaning. She went like-

She: Baby.. uh..ouch.. mmm.. porumaya da ammu (slowly, baby).

I just finger fucked Savitha. She cummed very loudly. Till then, we weren’t completely naked, but even this was amazing. I became so shameless and horny that I started to kiss her and press her body wherever I got a chance. We used to stand at the roadside dark places and I used to play with her boobs. One of her boobs had a mole on it. I loved her boobs. (Currently, those boobs have been seen by a lot of men, but still gives me boner!)

As days passed, I made her do everything, and she had no hesitation in removing clothes for me. She was my bitch. I started fucking my college girlfriend every day and did roleplay to avoid boredom. I literally licked and ate her pussy and her loads. She was surprised as I did that.

During the college functions, the girls of our college used to wear saree. On one of those occasions, Savitha came to college in a saree. I don’t know whether she knew how to put on a saree, because her side boobs were totally visible from the saree. Then when she hugged me, it got more visible.

In a few minutes, I saw a lot of eyes on that boob. And I enjoyed that. That was when I realized that I like this kind of kinky stuff.

Then I asked her to wear various dresses and walk like in a fashion show. Once I got her my sleeveless t-shirt and shorts and asked her to wear them and I went to piss. As I came, she was wearing another smaller t-shirt and another boxer-type shorts. She said that one was very big. But she had no idea it wasn’t mine. It was of my roommate’s. But I didn’t say a word so that she might go out of the mood. But I couldn’t stop thinking of it. I felt like he was hugging her naked body. It was very tempting.

Savitha then introduced me to her friends. They used to call me ‘Anna’. I used to help them because maybe I would get a chance to take advantage! I had a bike, so I dropped them sometimes.

One girl named Ragavi had big boobs, maybe 36″. She was my favorite. She always used to bump me with her boobs playfully, thinking I was innocent. But inside, I wanted to tear her t-shirt and eat those melons.

Coming back to my GF Savitha. All used to call her ‘Savi’. With time, she became a little chubby and her boobs’ growth was noticeable. All credit to me! I even convinced her to do nude video calls and gave her dares to send nude pics like that. She hesitated but she did it all. I always thought she looked innocent, but a slut was always hiding inside her.

After some time, I got bored so I decided to have fun. Then I started imagining kinky ways to get pleasure. I showed her boobs pics to my roommate casually like it was someone else’s and heard their comments. One of the guys even licked the image and I got really hard seeing this. I didn’t even know she enjoys this.

Later, I will mention how it got spiced up and I fucked her, and how I let someone taste her pussy without her knowledge.

Thanks for reading. Reach out to me through mail at [email protected]

This is my first story. If there are any mistakes, please comment. I will improve it. Love you all.

Hello everyone, myself Vishal. Since my previous account is not accessible, so I’ve to post it from this account. So coming to the story. Mera elder brother 32 saal ka hai aur ek MNC  mein kaam karta hai.

Wo ek achi position par hai, so unhe bahut baar out of the town branches mein bhi jana padta hai. Bhabhi 29 saal ki hai, aur unki body poori shape mein hai, jaise kisi model ki hoti hai.

Maine unko bahut baar nange dekha hai, jab wo apna room bina band kiye change karti hai. Unki choochiyan bilkul gol hai. Mujhe bahut baar feel hua ki bhabhi ki chut hamesha garam rehti thi. Kyunki maine aksar unhe porn dekhte dekha tha chupke se. Aur bahut baar maine unhe khud hi se chut mein ungli daal kar garmi shant karte hue bhi dekha tha.

Aur isliye main hamesha unhe kaam karte waqt peeche se surprise hug karta tha, aur lund ragadta tha. Hug karte waqt main apne hatho se unki kamar pakad leta. Unhe shayad acha lagta tha, mera bada sa lund jab peeche lagta tha unke.

Unhone mujhe mana nahi kiya kabhi. Main bhi ab samajh gaya tha, ki unki chut ki chudai karni padegi, aur garmi tabhi shant hogi jab mera mota aur lamba sa lund unki chut ko faad kar andar jayega.

Main hamesha se bhaiya ke na rehne par apni bhabhi ki chudai karne ke mauke khojta tha. Meri bhabhi ko unke aadhar aur pan card ki details mein update karni thi, to unko thodi help chahiye thi documents arrange karke upload karne ke liye.

Hamare ghar mein ek chhota sa space tha jisme hamne computer setup kiya hua tha. Main bathroom mein unke utare hue kapde mein se unki bra ki khusbu le raha tha, aur use apne lund se ragad raha tha. Fir main unki panties ko lund ke sath pakad kar hilane laga.

Tabhi unhone mujhe awaaz lagayi unki help karne ke liye. To mujhe apne khade hue jaanwar ko chhodh kar baahar nikalna pada. Unhone computer se kuch help maangi, par unhe chalana nahi aata tha theek se. To hum dono computer par kaam karne baith gaye.

But room mein space zyada nahi thi, to bas ek hi jan baith sakta tha. Isliye main baith gaya, aur bhabhi ke according kaam karne laga.

Kaam karte-karte bhabhi screen dekh nahi paa rahi thi, to wo jhuk jati hai thoda sa, aur mere muh ke just neeche saamne unke bade-bade boobs latakte dikhne lage. Unhone loose salwar pehni thi.

Unka gora badan aur boobs dekh kar main madhosh ho gaya. Mera unko choone ko mann karne laga. Fir itne mein mera lund khada ho gaya ek-dum. Maine shorts bhi pehni thi, to bhabhi dekhti usse pehle maine apna hath lund par rakh diya, aur chhupa liya.

Bhabhi khadi thi bahut der, to jhuk kar dekhne mein problem ho rahi thi. Isliye unhone apna left hand meri jaangh par rakh kar support liya. Aur ab mera lund jaise meri shorts faad kar baahar aana chaahta tha.

Tabhi screen par mujhe ek galti dikhi. Maine galti ko sahi karne ke liye hath hataya shorts se, aur usi waqt bhabhi halki se khadi hui aur mera khada lund bilkul unke neeche tha. Wo mere lund ko ghoorne lagi. But unhone aisa pretend kiya jaise kuch nahi dekha aur wapas screen ki taraf dekhne lagi.

Is baar jab wo jhuki, to unhone firse support ke liye apna hath meri jaangh par rakha. But shayad unhone dekha nahi, aur achanak se unhone mere lund par hath rakh diya, aur pakad liya.

Bhabhi bilkul freeze ho gayi thi. Unhe samajh nahi aaya, ki kya karna tha. Fir unhone jaise hi hath hatana chaaha, maine unke hath ke upar apna hath rakh diya, aur apne lund ko sehlane laga. Bhabhi ne kuch nahi bola, to shayad ye mere liye green signal tha.

Fir maine bhi ab dheere se unke peeche se shirt ke andar hath dala, aur unke boobs ko zor se pakad kar dabane laga. Ab bhabhi ne siskiyan lena shuru kar diya. Itne mein maine computer mein porn chala diya.

Ab maine unko apni god mein bithaya, aur unki aankhon mein aankhen daal kar zor se kiss karne laga. Bhabhi bhi mere shorts ko hata kar, mere lund ko pakad kar zor se hilane lagi thi.

Itne mein maine unki shirt ko utaar diya, aur unki bra ko khol kar unke boobs ko dono hatho se pakad kar unka doodh peene laga. Maine itni zor se dabaya, ki bhabhi chilla padi, aur maine fir ek randi ke tarah unhe thappad maar kar chup karwaya, aur neeche bitha kar unke muh mein apna lund de diya.

Fir maine unko zor-zor se lund choosne ko kaha. Mera lund itna bada tha, ki unke muh mein jaa nahi raha tha. Mera lund bilkul ab khada ho gaya. Kuch der chuswane ke baad maine bhabhi ko uthaya.

Fir maine khud khada ho kar unki taango ko failaya, aur ek taang utha kar table par chadha diya. Main ab neeche baith kar unki chut ko choosne laga, aur unki chut garam ho chuki thi.

Fir maine jaldi se us par apna lund rakha, aur ek zor se dhakka diya, aur ek baar mein apna mota aur bada lund andar ghusa diya.

Isse bhabhi ki jaan jaise nikal gayi ho, wo itni zor se chillayi. Fir maine unhe shant karaya, aur thoda ruk kar wapas se zor ka dhakka lagaya, aur ek hi baar mein dobara dhakke maarna shuru kar diya. Ab bhabhi bhi dard mein maze se siskiya lene lagi thi.

Maine aur zor se dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Bhabhi ne mujhe kass kar pakad liya. Ab maine unki 10 minute chudai ki.

Fir unhone dheere se mujhe bola: Baahar nikaal lund.

Kyunki wo jhadne wali thi. But ye sun ke maine aur zor se pelna shuru kiya, aur ab kuch der baad hum dono ek sath jhad gaye. Maine bhi apna sara maal unki chut mein jhaad diya.

Fir kuch der maine kiss kiya unko, aur unhone fir kaha: Itna maza tere bhaiya ne bhi nahi diya aaj tak.

Us din ke baad se main aksar bhaiya ke nahi rehne par unko apni randi bana kar unki jam kar chudai karta hu. Story achi lage, to please share and write suggestions at mail- [email protected]

Hello friends, I am Varun, a 19-year-old guy from Kerala. I am currently pursuing my engineering degree from a local college.

This story is about my fantasies about my Mathematics teacher Rubeena Begum and how I got my hijabi teacher for my uncut dick. Rubeena Begum was a married Muslim housewife of age 27. She was very fair and perfect in the figure. She always wears a saree in college.

Whenever she turns and writes on the blackboard while teaching, I can’t take my eyes off her back. That much more attractive was her back view. She was very careful in her dress. Every part was covered perfectly. The only skinny parts outside were her face and palm.

But her whitish skin colour and perfect sexy shape made me a big fan of hers. I always regularly sat in front of the bench in her lectures and passed all exams with good marks. That made me my teacher’s favourite student. But that was not enough for me.

Rubeena’s husband worked abroad, and she had a child. Her husband’s name is Imran. She was living with her child in a rented house. Unexpectedly, her house owner instructed her to leave within one week. I learned about it from our college professor.

My house is multi-story, and one floor is vacant for new tenants. I directly contacted my teacher and informed her about my home. I gave her my mother’s phone number for further procedures. She was very happy about the fact that my home was very near her child’s school and also near our college.

Within 3 days, she became our neighbour, and I became a regular visitor there. As her child was taken to her husband’s home, she became alone there. After college, she always came to my home and talked with Mom for a long time.

As the days passed, her dress also became relaxed. She visited our home in hijab (not perfect; just a shawl partially covers the head). But still. Not much is visible.

One night, she called Mom’s phone. She said there was no electricity in her home and asked for help. Mom asked me to help her and make it right. It was easy for me, and I did it. She became very happy, and she made a special Tea for me.

After that, we became more friendly and started playing carrom and video games from home. I was very happy about that. One day, our water pumping motor got damaged. As her house was on the second floor, the water connection was completely lost. So mom called her to our home to get fresh.

While she came home, I was bathing. The lock on the door was not good. So. Sometimes, when we push, it opens. Unaware of me inside, she pushed the door open and came inside while I was bathing. I was nude, and she saw me naked. She was shocked to see me nude.

She stared at my erect, uncut dick. And suddenly went out of the bathroom. After some time, I went out of the bathroom. At that time, she was talking with my mom. After seeing me come out of the bathroom, Mom told me Rubeena wanted to use the bathroom.

I said OK to Mom. She quickly got into the bathroom without looking at me. Mom went out to buy milk. It will take her 10 minutes to return. I took some risk and pushed the door. The door opened, and she was perfectly nude, waiting for me inside.

With courage, I said, “I love you, Rubeena.”

Rubeena: I am a married Muslim housewife, and you are a Hindu boy and my student too. I can’t consider you in that sense.

Me: How beautiful you are; don’t say no to me. Don’t stop me, please.

And I removed my dress too.

Rubeena: It is wrong.

Without wasting any time, I kissed her lips, and she continued saying, “It was wrong.” Without listening, I continued and felt her breast and kissed her for a long time. Slowly, she stopped saying, “It’s wrong,” and started enjoying. That was the time I was waiting for.

My hijabi Muslim teacher surrendered In front of her Hindu student. I lifted Rubeena to the wall and kissed her all around her neck. It’s the first time she has experienced such a level of arousal, even though she married eight years ago. She was sensing a wild sensation in her body.

I started finger-fucking Rubeena. She was forcing my head into her divine pussy and making me struggle to breathe. But I didn’t stop and continued to lick her for the next 5 minutes. She had an orgasm from it. I turned around Rubeena in doggy style.

I started fucking my hijabi wonder from behind with my uncut tool with slow jerks. This continued for another 5 minutes.

Suddenly, my mother returned after buying milk and called me. I replied, “I will come. Please wait.” And she asked whether Rubeena had returned. I said, “Yes,” while she was sucking my dick. Wow, what a moment! I tried my last 2 years of college life to see at least her navel, boob’s cleavage, or without hijab.

But now she was sucking his uncut dick without anything covering her body. She was teaching me how to go to heaven from this bathroom. Mom again called me. That stopped Rubeena. And asked her to stay in the bathroom. After Mom went to the kitchen, Rubeena escaped from the bathroom.

She was begging me to come home and fuck her. I rejected her request and said I wanted to reach college at some point. She said, “I am ready to get fucked on the college campus. Please don’t let me be unsatisfied.”

I felt like a king at that moment. I asked her to wear a transparent saree, expose her navel, and not fix her saree with a safety pin. I know if she does, the whole class will heat up.

Rubeen said, “Please don’t do that. It’s against our religious custom.”

I replied, “OK, then leave me.”

Rubeena: I’m ready; please don’t leave me.”

Me: Then come to college, as I said.

She returned to her home. I went to college and booked a seat in the first row. She arrived in the classroom exactly as I had requested. The whole class got aroused by seeing her like that. She understood that continuing in class may cause something dangerous.

So she returned to the staff room and called me for relaxation in my demands. I said OK. “You can dress as you wish. I just tried to make you understand how beautiful you are. Even a navel show of you can arouse everyone.” She was silent and asked me to go with her on an outing.

After 12.30 pm, we started our journey from college. First, we went to a cinema. An adult-only movie. She got a ticket for us. Everyone was staring at her as she used a mask with a hijab. Her face was not clear. But everyone wondered about seeing a Muslim hijab girl in a theatre for an adult movie.

She quickly found a seat in the back corner of the theatre, where she is safe. Only I can touch her there. The theatre was not lit enough and did not have proper CCTV cameras. We thought we were safe. Just after the movie started, I said, “I want to do whatever is showing on the screen.”

She said, “As you like.” I kissed her boobs over her dress, pulled down her saree below the navel, and sucked her navel. At that time, her husband called her on the phone. She attended the call, as did I. I continued sucking and unhooked her bra.

She tried to stop me without making a disturbance to her husband. I continued unhooking. The sexy sounds and scenes from the theatre made her hornier and hornier. I started squeezing her nude, milky, soft boobs, and she moaned. She even forgot to disconnect the telephone call with her husband.

She said she was in the prayer room and would call him later. She switched off her phone. And she kissed me. I told her to remove her bra and pants. She did it. She bent, unhooked, put down my pants, removed my underwear, and made my dick free. And kissed in it.

How can a Hindu dick stay low when a Muslim woman badly needs it? My dick jumped up and stayed like an iron rod. She slowly fixed my dick in her pussy, sat on my legs, and started up and down and moaning. It feels a little tense for me. If we are caught, that may jeopardise our lives.

Especially Rubeena’s, as I’m Hindu and she is Muslim. But I can’t find any tension in her. She was enjoying it. Before the interval, she dressed up between the movies and asked me to get out of the theatre. Next, we went to the theatre toilet, where she removed all her dresses.

I also removed all my dresses, and she started sucking my dick. It felt like heaven. My dream Muslim girl sucked my uncut dick with full pleasure and enjoyment. She was sucking like ice cream. I started leaking, and her hijab was soaked with my sperm.

I suddenly stopped her, quickly turned her around, and started anal. She started moaning as I accelerated my thrusts. I removed her hijab and put it in her mouth to reduce her moaning sound. And I started kissing her pussy and then put my tongue on it and sucked for a short while.

She was crying with pleasure. I kissed her whole body, and she asked me to fuck. “Insert your dick. My pussy is waiting. Please do.” I inserted it and stroked it slowly at first. She asked me to make it fast. I did it, and she caught my head and put her boobs into my mouth.

I sucked it, she held my hair, and she cried with pleasure. We did it for three trips. As we have tired, we have stopped. And dressed up and returned home.

I’m hoping all of you enjoyed the story. Thank you all.