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My name is Annand and I am from West Bengal, India. I live in the district of South 14 Parganas. Currently, I am 19 years old and studying in 1st year with science as my stream.

I live with my parents, my father Bikas (50) is a government employee and my mother is a housewife. My father is a very hardworking person who is always busy with his office job during the day and too tired during the night. He is from a big joint family in the town of Diamond Harbor.

When I was a teen, my grandfather (his father) passed away, and soon there was a feud between brothers for property. My father was forced to move out with a small amount of property. But father was not much worried as he works at a somewhat middle post in his office.

My mother Sonali (40) on the other hand is a middle-aged religious Indian housewife. She is educated but compared to my father, she did not have a certificate to back up her claim. The reason behind this is that when she was in her second year of biology, her father (my maternal grandfather) passed away. With his passing my mother’s studies were put on a halt. Then the relatives and neighbors pressured my grandmother to find a groom for my mother. And thus ,she was married at the age of 20 while my father was 30. Initially, she refused to marry a guy older than her age, but my father had a government job so nobody listened to her.

After my mother’s marriage, her studies came to a full stop as her father-in-law did not allow her to go outside much, instead, he insisted that her mother take up religion as a passion and become a devotee of lord shiva. And so she became one. Offering puja to the God became her weekly activity.

Currently, my mother is 40 years old, but she has maintained her body very well. The genes she comes from are very good and healthy. Let me describe her to you. She is 5’7″ tall, she has a very voluptuous figure of 38-30-34 (I came to know this later). She is slightly brown in color, and her face is very cute. But the most enchanting part of her body is her boobs.

They were the hopes and dreams of any man she met. And the second most beautiful portion of her body was her two giant buttocks. Her ass was just amazing. They used to swing from left to right whenever she used to walk.

Kali Babu (1)

When we were kicked out of our ancestral home by my big uncle, the three of us started living in the town of Sangrampur. My father had to look for a place on short notice. But luckily, one of my father’s colleagues offered to rent his house in Sangrampur. His name was Monty. He lived in Kolkata.

My mother also wanted to live in Kolkata. But my father insisted that Kolkata was not a safe place as people didn’t care about each other, and besides that, the environment of Kolkata was very unhealthy. But in Sangrampur which was mainly a village with a small town surrounding the railway station, it was very calm and quiet.

The house was a big one. It had two floors and a relatively big open space in the front. It also had a pond by its side and there were coconut trees surrounding it. The environment was really good. The entire property was surrounded by a big wall which gave it a sense of security. My father still used to travel to Kolkata for office.

Meanwhile, I was forced to travel by train to get to my college. My college being in Diamond Harbour used to take me 1 hour 20 minutes to travel to every day. Although my father had accepted our fate, I still used to miss my play buddies. And being in a new area, it was very hard for me to make new friends. Also, the passing of my grandfather affected my personality. I used to love my grandfather.

My father had gotten accustomed to his daily life, my mother was trying her best to adapt herself and I was heartbroken. Our house was 15 minutes away from the railway station in a secluded part of the village. There were not many houses near us.

Soon after we moved in, one day our neighbor Kali Babu came to meet us. He was a man in his mid-40s, tall, fat, and dark, and he had a huge tummy. He came on a Sunday and greeted my father.

Kali Babu: So, how did you all end up here?

Father: Family feud! (chuckles)

Kali Babu: Ahh! Well, this place is not bad. It is very calm and quiet, nothing much happens here. So, rest assured there will be no feud going on here. There is nothing here worth fighting for. Hehe. So, when will you introduce me to your family?

Father: Oh right, now! Son, come here and call your mother on the way.

I was in my room upstairs, studying. Once I heard my father’s call, I hurried downstairs, went to the kitchen, and saw my mother preparing to cook. It was a hot summer day and our house didn’t have any AC. So, all the work had made my mother sweat.

I called my mother and went to the living room where I saw the man sitting up straight. My father signaled me to touch his feet to show respect. As soon as I did that, he greeted me with a big smile and said that he also had a son who was just 1 year older than me, and I should become friends with him immediately so I would not feel any loneliness.

Our neighbout also said that his son was also an introvert type like me, he never used to leave the room. He was about to say some more. But at that time, my mother entered the room and as soon as Kali Babu noticed her, he was speechless. Seeing him stop, me and my father also turned around and saw my mother.

She was in a light yellow saree. But due to her sweat, it was now almost transparent. The pallu was fully transparent and the cloth was glued with her massive cleavage. The massive cleavage was clearly visible. The saree was also stuck with her skin near her belly region and even there were droplets of sweat around her navel.

Her hair and face were also flustered due to the heat. She almost looked like a sex bomb, like a sex goddess. I had learned about porn from my college friends and they used to describe women like this only exists in fantasy. But here she was my mother in all her glory. Then my father broke the silence by introducing my mother to the man.

Father: Kali Babu, this is my wife Sonali. Sonali, this is Kali Babu, our neighbor and also a member of the panchayat. He is an important man. Listen, I want you to bring something to eat right now.

My mother nodded and went inside the house. Kali Babu was still star-stalked. I noticed his eyes. They were the eyes of a hunter who had spotted its new prey. It was the eyes of a hungry wolf who had just now spotted a rabbit.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and said that she was very pretty and that my father had good taste in women. My father laughed and asked about his family. To this question, Kali Babu became a little quiet. Once the mother came back with some sweets and a glass of sherbet, Kali Babu started.

Kali Babu: I had a wife but she suddenly passed away 3 years ago. Since then, my son has shut himself from the world. I myself am not doing so well. After my wife’s demise, I became lonely. It’s only me, my son, and our maid Mati. Mati takes care of all the house chores while I do my panchayat duties.

Mother: This is very sad. It must be so tough for you and your son. I know the pain of losing someone. Well, no fear from today, you and your son are also a part of our family.

Kali Babu laughed and said: Yes, my son will be glad to have his mother back at least to have someone’s mother figure in his life.

Mother: I was wondering what I shall do around her. But now that I know you well, I will not be bored anymore. Well Kali Babu, do you guys have any Shiva temples nearby?

Kali Babu: Yes we do have one. But it is a little far away. It is opposite to the direction to the train station, about 1.5 km from here. There is a big field and the temple resides just at the side of the field. The priest lives nearby. I will let them know of your visit, madam.

Mother: Thank you! And don’t call me ‘madam’. Call me ‘Sonali’ instead.

Kali Babu: Well, then how about this, Sonali? Why don’t you all come to our house tonight for dinner? We will get to know each other very well and your son will also make a new friend.

Mother: Sure then. 7:30 then?

Kali Babu: Fine by me, well then good day Mr. Bikas and Annand, see you tonight.

After Kali Babu left, my father congratulated my mother on her behavior.

He said: He is a member of the panchayat. So, if we keep him happy, we will also be respected around here. That means nobody will try to mess with us. Good going, Sonali.

Then he turned to me and said: I want you to be a friend of his son as well. If you are with him, then you will also have an easy time here and you will end up with a lot of friends in no time.

At around 7:30, we went to our neighbor’s house. My father and I were dressed in formals whereas my mother was dressed in a blue saree, with a blue blouse and sandals. The saree was very pretty and it really complemented her figure. We went and knocked on their door. After a few seconds, the door was opened by whom I presume was Mati.

Mati was also a beauty in her own right. She was 5’6″ tall with a figure of 32-27-32. But she had dark skin. Her boobs were also big like my mom’s, but her ass was inferior to mom’s. Mati was wearing a red saree. She greeted us and took us to the living room. She told us to sit. Very soon, Kali Babu came and joined us. He was wearing a white panjabi.

Kali Babu: Good evening and welcome to my house. Make yourselves comfortable.

Kali Babu’s house from the outside was not very spectacular. But from the inside, it clearly showed that he was not a middle-class man. He belonged to the upper middle class. I guess the saying that all politicians are corrupt still holds. My father was amazed by the house and so was my mom. They both complimented various things in the room.

While they were doing that, I noticed that Kali Babu was only looking at my mother, as if my father was not even there. After a few more talks, Mati bought beverages from the kitchen and said –

Mati: Well Mr. Bikas, let me give you a house tour. As for you Annand, you should go upstairs and meet my son, maybe you can bring him out of his room.

Soon, I saw my parents follow Mr. Bikas to the inside and I took the stairs upwards.

Alok (1)

Once upstairs, I knocked on the only door which was closed from the inside. As I waited, I heard some noise coming from the inside. It sounded like someone tussling. A moment later, the door opened and a 22-year-old girl came out of the room. She was wearing a green salwar. Her hair was all fuzzy and her breathing was heavy. She bowed to me in respect and went downstairs. Although it was for a few seconds, I managed to get a glimpse of her face. She was not exactly pretty and fair. But she had a good facial structure which was similar to Mati. I also noticed that there was a short curly hair dangling from her lips. As soon as she left, a voice came from inside, “Come in.”

Once I entered the room, I saw a young guy of my age standing in the middle of the room. He greeted me and said, “My name is Alok. Father told me about you.”

I also introduced myself.

Me: My name is Annand. Nice to meet you.

Alok: Nice to meet you. I heard from my father that you and your family were driven away from your home.

Me: Yes. It was unbelievable at first, but now I am starting to accept the fact that our relatives didn’t love us in the first place. The love they showed was superficial in reality they were only after our property.

Alok: Yes, that is the nature of the world these days. You should learn how to adapt and take whatever you want. Otherwise, you will also be left behind.

At this point, I noticed Alok’s room. It was a little bigger than my room. But most importantly, there was a computer and a big music system, and a big LED TV. It had almost everything. But the bed was a bit messy and there was an awkward smell that bothered me.

All the windows of the room were also shut. So, it was also hot inside. Alok sensed that and opened the windows and then invited me to check out his computer.

Alok: Wanna check out some games? I have my computer full of it.

Me: Sure.

For the next 15 minutes, we just browsed through his Steam and Epic game store libraries. This mesmerized me. There were games worth a lot of rupees. I also noticed that Alok even had a PS-3 and Xbox 360. His computer was also an expensive one.

Me: Your computer and games are impressive. I wish I had such things.

Alok: Consider that it is yours. My father has told me to befriend you, make you comfortable, and treat you like my own little brother.

Me: I am jealous of you Alok, you have all this luxury as well as a very understanding dad.

Alok: You are right about the first one. But the second one you got it wrong. My father only befriends people if he sees that they are of any use to him. He is a politician.

Me: What do you mean? He seems like a nice guy.

Alok: Don’t they all? Besides, I am more jealous of you, you still have a caring mother. Mine died 3 years ago.

Me: I am sorry for your loss. But yes, my mother is very caring, and I love her very much.

Alok’s room was overseeing their backyard. At this point, Kali Babu and my parents came out in the backyard, and they were talking. I noticed Kali Babu was standing very close to my mother. Alok saw that and said, “Indeed she is a good one, worth the effort”.

Me: I am sorry?

Alok: Your mom, she is very pretty with a very good body. I haven’t seen anyone like her. You are one lucky guy you get to see her all the time.

Me: What do you mean?!

Alok looked at me and said, “Are you kidding me? Bro, she is hot as fuck! Don’t tell me that you haven’t noticed it yet?”

I was a little shocked by his comment and said, “Well, don’t know about that.”

Alok: Bro, please! Do you not know about sex? Or have you not watched porn?

Me: I know about sex and I have seen some porn. But my own mother?!

Alok: Why not? Everyone knows that a mother is the first love of a guy. Besides, she is very attractive, so she will attract a lot of unwanted attention.

Me: Anyway, who was the woman who left when I entered your room?

Alok: That was Damri, Mati’s eldest daughter. She also works here like her mother. She is especially here to look after me and my needs.

Me: You even have a personal maid assigned to you?

Alok: She is not just a maid. She is more than that.

At this point, suddenly the door was knocked. I turned around and saw Damri standing. She was head bent looking at the floor. She in a very soft voice said that dinner was ready to be served and whether Alok wanted to have his dinner in his room. Alok said no and told me to go to the dining room.

Once I reached the dining hall, I was mesmerized by the amount of food on the table. The table was full of food starting from sukto to mutton. My parents along with Kali Babu also entered the room and now even they were shocked.

Dad: Kali babu, what have you done?! This is too much!

Kali Babu: This is nothing. It was on short notice, so I couldn’t arrange anything special.

Here I must mention that because of our financial condition, we have not had a feast in quite a while. Mother particularly was fond of fests. She again thanked Kali Babu for all this and we started eating.

Soon after, we were joined by Alok. Seeing him, Kali Babu was very happy. He congratulated me for saving his son and said –

Kali Babu: Now that you two are friends, you should spend more time together.

We all were having small talks and Mati and Damri were serving the food to us. Damri also introduced herself as one of the maids and Mati’s daughter to us. While eating, I noticed Kali Babu was looking at my mother from the corner of his eye. I also noticed that mom’s pallu had slightly moved to one side and because of that her cleavage line was slightly visible.

Looking at Alok, I was also shocked. Alok was sitting beside me and opposite mom. He was also looking at mom and with his left hand was gently rubbing his crotch. I noticed that there was a huge bulge in his pants. After a few moments, he stopped and rushed his food. Then he said that he was finished and went to wash his hands. The maid Damri also followed him.

Kali Babu: Please ignore my son’s manners. He still feels awkward near strangers.

My parents said: No problem.

My mother added that she felt sorry for him. After almost 10 minutes, he returned. We were about to get up. He came back and apologized and said –

Alok: I had a great time and am looking forward to hanging out with Annand.

And then he went upstairs. Right then, Damri also entered the room and noticed that her condition was similar to the first time I met her. After dinner, we chatted for a few more minutes. Then my father declared that we must leave now. My mother said that she wanted to talk to Alok for once. So I accompanied her to Alok’s room.

Alok opened the door, saw my mom, and immediately gave her access to his room. My mother went in and asked him how he was doing and all. I got bored, got out of the room, and came to the passageway. There I saw another room with the door unlocked. It was locked previously.

The light was coming from that room. Curious, I went toward it and slightly peeked through the gap. It was also a bedroom, but instead of a bed, there was just a mattress on the ground. The walls of that room also were cushioned. I also noticed some buckets on the floor. I thought that it was a store room and came back to Alok’s room. As I was about to enter it, I heard parts of conversation between my mother and Alok.

Mother: I know that you miss your mother and I can sympathize with you. When I lost my father, I was heartbroken and then I was also married the next year. But after marriage, I met my father-in-law. And basically, he became my father figure.

Alok: That is good, aunty. But who will become my mother figure? One will say Mati, but Mati is more of a maid. Whatever she does, she does out of duty, not out of love.

Mother: Well, then I can become your mother figure. I can do things out of love for you. Tell you what you can come to our house at any time. Or if you need anything from me, just ask, and I will do it for you. But you have to promise me to be more communicative and meet more people. Otherwise, you will stay an introvert forever which is not good for you.

Alok: Ok aunty, I will do that. So, as a first request, can I call you ‘mom’? You look a lot like my mother.

Mom: Sure, you can call me ‘mom’. But not in public as it can cause confusion and gossip. But when we are alone you can call me anytime.

Alok: Then mom, can you hug me? It’s been a while since I have hugged my mother.

Mom: Sure, come here.

Hearing this, I carefully peeked into the room and saw Alok was sitting on the bed and mom was standing. He hugged mom by wrapping his arms around her waist. His face was buried in her belly and on her navel. Suddenly, I saw his hands moving downward to my mom’s ass. Mom also felt something and she gently pushed him away.

Alok was flustered, his face was all red.

Mom: Well then, I shall be going. See you soon.

Alok: Wait! Will you not give me a good night kiss?

Mom: A good night kiss?

Alok: Yes, my mother always used to kiss me to bed. Will you do this for me?

Mom: Ok a kiss, I can do that.

Then she bent down and kissed his forehead. I noticed in that brief time Alok’s hand pressed against her boobs. After the kiss, my mother turned around and came out of the room. I pretended that I had not seen or heard anything.

Mom came out and said, “Let’s go”.

I noticed her belly was shining which means it was covered in saliva. We came downstairs. Dad was waiting for us near the door with Kali Babu.

Kali Babu: Now that we are a family, boudi, you must visit us often. I want to get to know you better. And if you need any help with your household chores, just ask for Mati.

Mom: Thank you, but we can’t hire Mati or any house help for that matter.

Kali Babu: Who said about hiring? Mati will work for free. There is no money involved in a real family, isn’t it?

My parents protested a little bit.  But Kali Babu didn’t listen and called Mati and said to help mom with any chores whenever she asked.

We said our goodbyes and as we left. I looked behind and saw Kali Babu had his hand around Mati’s waist and she was standing very close to him and her face was also a little flustered.

To be continued.

Mera naam Vikas hai, aur main Sasaram, Bihar se hu. Main filhaal Noida mein rehta hu, aur ek badi company mein supervisor ki job pe hu. Meri umar 34 saal hai, aur mera lund 6 inch ka hai. Main aaj jo kahani aapke saamne rakh raha hu, wo ek sacchi kahani hai, jo maine apne ghar mein dekha hai, jab meri biwi, jiska naam Poornima hai, usne mere pita ji ke sath sambandh banaye.

Poornima 28 saal ki hai, aur uske nain-naksh bhi aise hai ki kisi ka bhi dil uspe aa jaye. Wo lagbhag 5 feet 7 inch ki hai, aur uske boobs 36 inch ke gol aur sudol hai.

Kahani aaj se do saal pehle ki hai, jab meri mata ji ka dehaant ho gaya tha. Mere pita ji ek-dum hataash, maayus aur akele se ho gaye the. Mere pita ji ki umar 62 saal ki hai aur wo is umar mein bhi kaafi kaam karte hai aur active rehte hai. Wo pehle Army mein kaam kar chuke the, aur isi wajah se unka shareer kaafi healthy hai.

Unko akela dekh ke mujhe kaafi takleef hoti thi, to maine unhe Noida mein hi hamare sath rehne ke liye kaha tha. Aur isi wajah se unhe laane ke liye maine office se do-teen din ki chhuti li aur unhe laane ke liye gaon chala gaya. Kuch din waha reh ke main pita ji ko apne sath Noida le aaya.

Raat ka waqt tha, aur mata ji ke dehant ki wajah se mere aur Poornima ke beech sex nahi hone ke kaaran hum dono hi ek-doosre se door ho rahe the. Us raat Poornima ne transparent si ek nighty pehni thi. Kaafi samay ke baad aaj wo sex karne ke mood mein thi. Par main safar ki wajah se itna thaka hua tha ki mera mann nahi kar raha tha.

Gusse mein aake wo kamre se baahar chali gayi. Kuch samay ke baad aayi to use mere pita ji ke kamre se kisi ladki ki zor-zor se moan karne ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne halke se darwaze ki daraar se jo dekha, wo dekh ke uski aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayi. Usne dekha ki mere pita ji poore nange the, aur muth maar rahe the.

Saamne se Facebook messenger pe koi ladki thi, jo 24-25 saal ki rahi hogi. Aur wo bhi poori nangi thi. Poornima ne pehli baar mere pita ji ka 7 inch ka mota lund dekha tha, aur dekhte hi uski chut wahi geeli hone lagi. Fir wo fatafat hamare kamre mein aa gayi.

Maine poocha: Kya hua?

To usne kaha: Kuch nahi, aaj mera chudwane ka bahut mann hai. Tum karo ya naa karo, mujhe tumse abhi ke abhi chudwana hi hai.

Itna bol ke usne mera pajama khol diya, aur mere 6 inch ke lund ko muh mein rakh ke choosne lagi. Usne mere lund ka topa baahar nikala aur uspe thook ke aise choosne lagi, jaise kayi janam se use us lund ki zaroorat thi. Ab mujhe bhi bahut hi tagda arousal ho gaya tha. Fir maine uske hontho ko choosna shuru kar diya.

Usne gaali deke kaha: Honth kya choos raha hai behanchod, tu let, aaj mujhe chodne de.

Ye keh ke usne mujhe dhakka diya, aur main bed pe firse let gaya. Usne apni nighty utari, aur poori nangi hoke apni chut ko mere lund pe tika diya. Uski chut itni geeli ho chuki thi, ki lund bina dhakka lagaye hue andar asaani se ghus gaya.

Fir wo mere lund pe upar-neeche karke chudwaane lagi. Josh mein aake maine bhi uth ke uske boobs dabaye, aur jee bhar ke choose. Itna choose, itna choose ki wo neeche se jhadne lagi aur zor se bol padi-

Poornima: Ohhhhh.

Itne mein maine uske muh pe hath rakh diya. Main neeche se usko uthaya and apni god mein bitha ke firse chodne laga. Chudwate-chudwate uske boobs mein se halka sa doodh bhi nikalne laga, jo mujhe beswad sa laga. Ab maine usko missionary position mein litaya, aur firse chodne laga. Chodte-chodte mera maal nikalne hi wala tha, ki usne mujhe kaha-

Poornima: Andar hi nikaal do.

Aur fir maine apna maal jaise hi andar nikala, itne mein wo bhi chhoot gayi, aur uski chut se jaise paani ka fawara nikla ho. Ye koi aadhe paune ghanta tak hamare chodne ka program hua, aur fir hum thak ke sone lage the. Poornima ne apni normal nighty pehni aur washroom gayi apni chut mein daale hue maal ko saaf karne ke liye.

Lekin tabhi usko mere pita ji ne dekh liya. Unhone Poornima se poocha-

Pita ji: Koi sar dard ki dawayi hai kya?

Poornima ne kaha: Ji hai.

Aur usne hamare kamre ke drawer se dawayi nikaal ke pita ji ko de diya. Subha-subha main office ke liye ready hua, aur chala gaya. Idhar mere pita ji bhi subha-subha morning walk liye gaye hue the. Fir wapas aake wo apne kamre mein sone gaye hue the.

Poornima ko laga ki shayad ghar pe koi nahi tha. To wo aaram se ghar mein nangi hoke nahane chali gayi. Usko nanga dekh ke mere pita ji ka lund khada ho gaya, aur wo Poornima ko bathroom mein nanga nahate hue dekh ke muth maarne lage. Itne mein Poornima andar se boli-

Poornima: Papa, akele-akele hilane se acha hai ki main hi aapka hila du. Aakhir bahu hu aapki, aur aapki sewa karna mera kaam hai.

Pita ji ko ye bilkul bhi expected nahi tha, aur isse pehle ki wo kuch sochte, Poornima ne bathroom ka darwaza khol diya. Dono ek-doosre ko dekh ke hairan the.

Usne kaha: Papa aapka lund to bahut hi bada aur mota hai. Itna bada to inka bhi nahi hai.

Papa ne apna shorts utaar diya, aur Poornima ko baahon mein lekar uske hontho ko choosne lage. Poornima ko bhi kisi fauji ke shareer ki taaqat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Dono ek-doosre ko choomte hue bed pe let gaye. Poornima ne papa ke gardan aur chest pe halka sa bite kiya, aur apni jeebh se unki chaati ke nipples pe gol-gol ghumane lagi.

Mere papa usko zor se ghuma ke uske boobs choosne lage. Wo giraft itni mazboot thi, ki wo usme se nikal nahi paa rahi thi, aur papa ne uske boobs aur zor se choosne shuru kar diye.

Poornima zor-zor se moan karne lagi: Aur kariye papa, aur kariye. Please mat rukiye.

Papa uske nipples ke sath khelne ke baad uski chikni chut pe gaye, aur waha zor-zor se choosne lage. Ab to Poornima ki chut se jharna nikalne laga, aur aisa lagne laga jaise usme koi sex ki devi ghus gayi ho.

Poornima: Ab aur mat tadpaiye papa, meri chut aapke lund ke liye tadap rahi hai. Please mujhe chodiye.

Itna hi kaha tha usne ki papa ka lund uski chut ki gehraiyon mein pahunch gaya. Aahh ahh ki aawaze poore kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Papa ji: Kya mast bahu hai meri. Raat mein mere bete se bhi aise chudwa rahi thi naa? Maine sab dekha tha. Aur main ye bhi dekh raha tha ki tum kaise chudwate hue ye dekh rahi thi, ki main tum dono ko dekh ke muth maar raha tha.

Poornima: Aap bhi to kisi ladki ko phone pe apna lund dikha rahe the. Maine to lund ka size dekh ke hi thaan liya tha, ki aap se chudwana hai.

Papa ne kaha: Saali bahut garmi hai teri chut mein. Maza aa raha hai bahu.

Poornima ne kaha: Itne bade lund ka maza mujhe pehli baar dene ke liye thank you papa aahh.

Poornima ne itna kaha hi tha ki wo doosri baar chhoot gayi. Papa ji: Chalo bahu rani, ab kutiya bano. Ab doggy style mein tumhari gaand mein daalunga.

Itna bol ke papa ne uski chut se apna lund nikaal ke uski gaand mein daal diya. Aur firse uski chudai shuru kar di. Poornima ko mere papa ke andar ghuse hue lund se zyada maza unke tatto ka uski chut pe takraane se aa raha tha. Ek hath se papa ne uske ek boob ko press kiya hua tha, and doosre hath se uski chut sehla rahe the.

Poornima: Apna maal andar nikalo papa, please.

Itne mein mere papa ka acha khaasa maal Poornima ki gaand mein nikla. Aur papa ne ab apna lund baahar nikala. Lagbhag, do-dhayi ghante tak ka sex chala unka. Aur dono thak ke ek-dum nidhal hoke ek-doosre ki baahon mein so gaye. Shaam ko maine Poornima ko call karke kaha-

Main: Aaj CEO ke sath meeting hai, aur isi wajah se mujhe aane mein late hoga. To tum log khaa pee ke so jana.

Phone rakhte hi papa ne kaha: Ek round aur ho jaye.

Papa ne itna kaha hi tha, ki Poornima papa ka lund apne muh mein leke choosne lagi, aur tab tak choosa jab tak unka gaadha maal nikal ke uske muh mein nahi chala gaya. Us din un dono ne teen round sex kiya.

To ye thi kahani mere papa aur biwi ki sex sewa ki. Kisi bhi Bhabhi ya ladki ko sex sewa chahiye to message kariye.

We had slept in each other’s arms for around two hours. After spraying out copious amounts of our bodily juices, we needed this for recovery. I opened my eyes to see my kid brother’s eyes gazing at my face with immense admiration and satisfaction.

“What are you looking at so intently?” I asked, knowing the answer. Yet I wanted to hear it again. Genuine compliments from a man are like flower bouquets for a woman.

“Didi, you look so much more beautiful when you sleep on my chest without any worries. Ah, your eyelids with those natural eyelashes. I feel like I am with the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

“Jotto shob gul. Je magikei chudish takei ei dialogue dish mone hoy. Tor moton handsome mal ke Bengaluru sohorer magira chere kotha bolbe? Ar tui oder agrajyo kore puro tin mash na chude thakte parish?”

(All lies. You must have given these dialogues to whomever you’ve fucked. Can the sluts of Bengaluru left alone a handsome hunk like you? I don’t believe you’ve abstained for three months.)

“Bishash kor Didi jobe theke toke chudechi ar kono meyer dike chokh jay na. Janina tor gud e bara diye oshojyo sukh, naki tor marattok choshon, naki tor soundorjyo, ami bodhoy tor preme habdubu khachchi.”

(Trust me, Didi, except for one accident, I’ve even stopped looking at girls since the day I’ve fucked you. I don’t know whether your pussy feels damn good, or your incomparable sucking, or your beauty. I think I’m head over heels in love with you.)

My heart filled up with a deluge of emotions, but I chose to underplay it. “E ma loke shunle bolbe ki? Nijer mayer peter didir sathe prem? Se amake chude shob sukh ne na, tai bole prem?”

(What will the world say if they get to know about this? Falling in love with your elder sister born from the same womb as you? You can get all the pleasure by fucking me, but falling in love?)

He drew my face with his manly, strong arm and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. Looking deep into my eyes, he spoke with intense earnestness, “I love you, Didi.”

I kissed him back with equal intensity and told him my feelings. “Sotyi bolte ki tor moto poritripti amake kono purush dite pareni. Jobe theke tor bara gud e niyechi, sudhu tokei kamona kori. Mone hoy toke emon sukh di ja toke duniyar meye dite parbe na. Bhai re amio ki tor preme por gechi naki?”

(To be honest, no man has gratified me like you. Since the day I had your cock in my pussy, I crave for you only. I feel like giving you extreme pleasure, which no other girl ever can. Oh bro, have I fallen in love with you?)

“Yes, Didi, you have. We’re lovers now.”

“Erokom bolish na chup kor bhai.” (Bro, don’t speak like that.)

A feminine coyness crept up in me, and I hid my face in his hairy chest, with my face blushing like a teenager. We kept on petting each other and whispering sweet nothings as we reconstructed that historic Bhai Phonta (BhaiDuj) day that changed everything.

Instead of as we recollected, I will give a first-person narrative so as to maintain continuity.

The sexual tension between us had escalated to an extreme level. We were eagerly awaiting a signal from each other, mentally and physically, to pounce on each other. It was Bhai Phonta day, yet my lust overpowered my sisterly self. I had to make him totally blind with lust so that he could make a move.

For over a week, I had given a decent cleavage show. I had seen him roaming around in boxers without underwear. Was he showing it on purpose? I reasoned that he was used to my bare thighs and legs as, at home, I usually wear short pants.

If he viewed me as a sexual object, I needed to make him wilder, lose all control and grab me fiercely. How much I wanted to be taken by him in a primitive caveman style. I reasoned that there is one displayable part of my body he hasn’t got a view of properly. My sexy abdomen and my navel.

I did wear a saree for the office but without exposing those provocatively. The seven hundred years of Mughal rule and subsequent prude Victorian British rule had ruined the natural dressing of Indian women. The Mughals brought the veils/ghunghat culture, and the British reinforced it.

Yet the exposure of the navel and stomach, especially in a saree, was never frowned upon by Indian society. I finalised the attire for the day. First was the heavy deep neck, sleeveless scanty blouse, which exposed my boobs and shaven armpits gloriously.

Then, I chose my highly erotic translucent chiffon saree. It would act as an ineffective curtain to my bodily assets. I expected my kid brother to get a good view of my navel and stomach when he would be bending down to touch my feet for blessings after administering the tilak on his forehead.

When he saw me in that attire, he found it difficult to conceal his admiration. “Wow, Didi, are you going to some party later on?” I gloated from inside as his jaws had literally dropped, and his eyes glistened with unmistakable lust.

I replied most casually, though. “Keno re party keno jabo? Aj Bhai Phonta na. Toke bhalomondo redhe khwabo, tor thee upohar nebo, tor sathe saradin katabo.” (Why should I go out on a Bhai Phonta day? I will cook your favourite items and spend the whole day with you.)

“Amar sathe saradin! Na mane ajker saj onyorokom to tai vabchilam kono date ba party jabi hoyto.” (Whole day with me! You have dressed up as if you’re going to a party or on a date.)

“Onnyorokom bolte ki bolte chash? Sareei to porechi.” (What do you exactly mean by different? It’s just a saree.” I was enjoying the way things had started.

“Yes, it’s a saree, but you look different.” I could feel that he was trying to say ‘sexy’ but could not muster the courage to say so. I decided to push the gear. This waiting game was becoming torturous.

“Different? Now, don’t say I look like a model or something like that.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to say. Didi, you’re looking like a hot model.”

I feigned an artificial ignorance while I gloated from inside. “Babah, hot model! Oto na tyalalo cholbe, na tel dileo bhalo khabar pabi ar gift to toke ditei hobe.” (You need not flatter me for good food, and don’t think I’ll excuse the gift from you.) Then I shifted to fifth gear.

“Khatirer thalay abar sexy model bolbi naki vabchish?” (Are you thinking of flattering further by calling me a sexy model?)

My heart beat loud and fast, wondering whether it would ruin everything, but fortune favours the brave.

“Sottyi bolte ki, toke dekhachche sexy bote. Ei saje baire gele sob chele pule pagol hoye jabe.” (To be honest, you’re looking sexy indeed. If you go out in this attire, all the guys will go mad.)

It was immensely pleasing to hear the word ‘sexy’ from his mouth, but I spoke calmly. “Thak bapu tahle ar baire giye cheleder pagal kore labh nei. Ay, toke Phonta di.” (Then there’s no use going outside and driving the guys mad. Come, let me give you the tilak.)

In my heart, I was saying to myself, “All I need is for you to go mad, and it appears the medicine is working well.”

At this juncture, it will be more relishing if I depict the actual conversation we had to convey the unsaid feelings between us.

Hrik exclaimed as he fondled my boobs. “So you wore it for me. You were out to seduce me?”

“Absolutely. Tor mukh choher obosta dekhe mone hochillo tui bejay heat kheye gechish.” (From the looks on your face, I could tell you were feeling the heat.)

“Heat mane heat. Didi bhaggyish ami pyjama Punjabi porechilam tao long. Na hole dekhtish pajamar tolay ekta Qutub minar dariye ache.”

(I can’t explain why you literally sizzled my mind and body. Didi, thank God I wore the traditional pyjama and long kurta. Otherwise, you would have found a Qutub Minar in my pyjamas.)

“Aha re, ki chagranitai na kheyechilish. Ta amar kon byaparta toke sob theke beshi chagrechilo bolto?” (You must have felt the heat really bad. What turned you on the most?) I was eager to know whether my plans had worked right that day. The gentle fondling of my boobs felt more soothing.

“Uff patla chiffon saree modhdhe tor oi bra fathano thasha dodo, tor chokchoke kamano bogol ar tor cherry lipstick. Ha sedin tui chultao khola rekhechilish. Sob miliye toke jeno kono swarger opsora lagchilo. Tao Vishamitra munir moton Menaka ke dekheyo prathomik niyontron rakhte perechilam.”

(Your bra-bursting boobs were clearly visible through your chiffon saree. The clean-shaven armpits, the cherry shade lipstick. You had also let down your hair. Overall, you were a stunning nymph from the heavens. I was like sage Vishwamitra trying to exercise restraint on seeing Menaka.)

“Tui ki tokhoni thik kore felli je aj amake chudei charbi?” (Did you decide to fuck me that day at that very point?” I was inquisitive to know what broke his restraint.

“Thik tokhuni noy karon tui amake Bhai Phnta te boshali. Phontar seshe amar sob sonjom bhenge gelo. Emon kichu dekhlam jar por kono purush ar nijeke dhore rakhte pare na. Thik kore fellam ei dainik nirjatan ar sojjyo korbo na. Aj toke je vabei hok chudboi chudbo.”

(Not at that point, as we sat down for the rituals. After the rituals, I saw something which would shatter all control of any man. I decided to get enough of the daily torture. I will fuck you today, by all means.)

I let out a victorious smile. “Jak amar porikolpona kaj korechilo. Tui ki amar pet ar nabhi dekhe lagam chara hoyegechili?” (Seems my plan worked. Did my stomach and navel make you a reinless horse?)

“Ekdum thik dorechish. Tui uthe darali ar ami tor pa chuye pronam kolam. Mukhta unchu kortei seki ashirvad pelam. Offff tor pet ar nabhi amar chokh mukf theke thik ek inchi dure. Saree tae eto niche porechilish jeno tor gud er beditai dekha jachchilo. Bishash korbi na Didi amar shara deho mon chaityannye jeno kamer jowar boilo. Pajamar bhitore dhon ta emon kore lafalo bhoy holo khulei na pore jay.”

(You’ve guessed right. You stood up, and I bent down to touch your feet for blessings. As I looked up, your stomach and navel were just an inch from my eyes and mouth. A great, priceless blessing indeed. You wore the saree so low that the plateau of your pussy was visible. Didi, my entire body, mind and consciousness were overtaken by a tidal wave of raw, all-consuming lust. My cock sprang up so hard that I feared it might fall off.)

I clapped in joy. “Seems it had much more effect than I desired. I knew my stomach and navel would break all your shackles. But you rose quite composed and had breakfast normally. Tor mathay ki plan ghurchilo bolto?” (What plans were you making?)

“Normal na chai, shorire, mone dabanol jwolchilo. Ichcha korchilo tor pe ar nabhite muh dubiye toke chepe dhori. Tarpor ektu bhoy holo hite biporit na hoye jay. Ami thik korlam dupure luncher por tui jokhon shuye thakbi toke chepe dhorbo. Se jai hoye jak na keno.”

(It was far from normal. A forest fire was burning in me. I wanted to sink my mouth in your stomach and hold you tightly. But I decided to hold back from the fear of misreading the signals. I decided to take my chances during the post-lunch siesta you generally take on holidays. I would pin you down on the bed, come what may.)

“But fate brought us together in a different manner,” I reflected.

“It was much better, Didi. I didn’t have to use any force on you. It was nothing short of divine.”

After the customary meal, Hrik sat on the TV couch and switched on a cricket channel. His eyes kept following me more than the game. I deliberately moved a few times in front of him, providing him with an abundant view of my tantalising stomach and navel.

Then, an idea developed in my mind. The closest I could get to his cock was by putting my head on his lap for a head massage. He would also have an unhindered view of my boobs and cleavage. I hoped it would get things started, though I was not very confident.

Well, I had his cock to gain. I decided to give it a try. I spoke innocuously. “Bhai amar mathay ektu massage kore dibi?” (Can you give me a head massage, bro?)

“Why not? Can a brother refuse a sister, especially on Bhai Phonta? Pass me the hair oil, and where will you sit?”

“No need for oil. I had shampooed in the morning. Just give a dry massage and remain where you are.”

I went to the couch, faced him and loosened my hair, laying bare my stomach and navel for him. At this point, he confessed that it was the point he became confident that I was inviting him. He readily agreed to massage because he would at least relish the touch of my air over his cock.

I couldn’t help asking him. “Sekire eto charge giyeo sudhu amar chuler choyatei sontushto hoye jeti?” (That’s strange; with so much excitement, only the touch of my hair would have satisfied you?)

“Asomvob, tor oi lobhoniyo peti ar nabhi dekhe amar toke chodar ichcha poripokko hoye gelo. Ami sthir kore fellam toke chudei charbo. Sudhu opekhkha korchilam uttom muhurter.”

(Far from it. Your sizzling tummy and navel had broken down all restraint. It only fortified my earlier decision to fuck you that day. I was awaiting an opportune moment.)

“Aha re ki jontronatai na bhog korchili!” (Oh dear, that must have been torturous.)

“Not only that day, Didi, I wanted to fuck you every day. That’s the resolution I made.”

“Eesh, nijer didir proti ei durnibar akorshon! Ekbaro mone badha aseni je bhai boner pobitro somporker onusthaner din e didike chodar sidhdhanto nili? Ekbaro mone hoyni je amake chudle tui ekta banchod hoye jabi?”

(Oh my God, so much attraction towards your sister! Didn’t it bother you even once that you made the final decision to fuck your sister on the very day that celebrates the sacred relationship of a brother and sister? Did it occur to you that if you fuck me, you’ll become a sister fucker?)

“Oi bhaibon byaparta to ami prothom hoptatei katiye felechilam. Sedin mon ar dhon dutoi bolchilo ei rojkar jontrona soibar dekhe baki jibonta bancod hoyei katano onek bhalo.” (I had overcome the initial guilt feelings by the first week itself. That day my mind and cock told me that it’s preferable to spend the rest of my life as a sister fucker, instead of enduring the daily agony.)

“By the way, did you choose to seduce me deliberately as it was Bhai Phonta day?”

“My decision to fuck you had been made the very day I saw you fucking Avantika. Any day would be good to fuck. It was a predestined coincidence. Yes, the fact that it was Bhai Phonta added to my excitement. Otherwise, I knew no other way to unravel my stomach and navel for you.”

As we recollected that life-changing day, he started squeezing my boobs, and I started caressing his cock. I will narrate that day with relevant present-day conversations.

I put my head carefully on his lap, deliberately maintaining a distance from his crotch. If he moved his cock and balls closer, that would be my glaring green signal. He massaged my head with a firm circular motion. After a minute, surged his cock a bit closer to my head.

I felt the heat of his balls and cock on the scalp and the back of my neck and shivered from within. I had to feel that cock somehow. I was getting hot and wet. He massaged me with skilled hands, which enhanced my excitement. I decided to step on the accelerator.

I balanced myself with my palms over his thighs, saying, “Dara ar ektu jut kore boshi.” (Let me sit more comfortably). My soft palms on his thighs scorched his skin and made him harder. I adjusted my head position and let it gently recline over his raging boner, making it lie down below my head.
I felt the scalp burn with his pronounced heat and somehow suppressed a loud moan with supreme control. But he let out an audible sigh, which pleased me. My operation was on its way to a success. Ah, the heat of a solid cock scorching my scalp, even with the barrier of cotton fabric, set me boiling with lust.

He, too, realised my intentions, as no grown-up girl rests her head on a raging boner, in ignorance or by accident. He was thinking of multiple options. The first was to hold my head back and kiss my lips. The second was to let his hands slide from my head to my boobs in a careless manner.

Third was to start nudging my head with his cock. However, before he could finalise and act upon it, I made it easier for him.

“Are dhur koler opor remote ta ache keno, sora ota.” (Why have you kept the damn remote on your lap? Move it quick.” I spoke matter-of-factly, sounding genuinely irritated.

He didn’t respond except for growing harder. Any other man, if not sexually experienced, would have cum by now. He displayed courage by moving closer to my head. He was testing my responses to be certain. I eased it out by pushing my head further back to feel more male heat scalding my scalp.

My palms itched to hold his shaft. My mouth tingled to stuff my mouth till the throat with his meat pole. I rubbed my head sideways over his massive, hot erection, feigning ignorance and innocence.

“Toke bollam na mathar theke remote ta sorate, alser dheki kothakar.” (Didn’t I tell you to remove the remote, you lazy sloth.)

In retrospect, now I know that he saw through my charade of innocence. He replied robotically with a signal that I could check out if he were speaking the truth.

“That’s not a remote.”

I read him well. This was a clear signal to find out what else it could be. All my senses told me, “ Go for it, Hritika. This is the golden opportunity you have been waiting for. Don’t let all the effort drown the drain. You are just a move away from your dream cock. Go girl, go.”

I went for the jugular with the feigned ignorance act. “Remote noyto ar ki? Tui jokhon etoi alshe amii sorachchi.” (What else can it be? If you’re so lazy, I’ll remove it.”

I moved my right hand to the back of my head and grabbed his cock over the pyjama. I acted as if it was the remote and intended to move it. Ah, there was this cotton fabric between his throbbing cock and my palm. The masculine heat and the raging rigidity scorched my palm and seeped into my very heart.

He feebly whispered in a trembling voice. “Didi, Didi.”

My voice also shook as I uttered. “This is not a remote.”

His thighs shook. The cock pulsated in my palm. He tried to say something, but all he could utter was “Didi.” As if he was trying to say, “Are you doing the right thing?” His fingers trembled in my open hair.

I turned back swiftly, facing him and looked at my right hand clasped over his cotton-covered cock. There was a mixed expression on his face. He was glad that his tool was in my hand. Yet pleading that I take full control of the situation.

So, I went ahead with my sense of humour and my characteristic confidence. A man can never turn back once a woman has his cock in her hands. I moved my hand over the entire length of the fabric and smiled as he let out a helpless sigh. I spoke with genuine astonishment.

“Tai to, eta to remote noy, remoter thekeo bodo sodo kichu mone hochche. Ta eta khule na dekhle sondeho to royei jabe konta beshi boro.” (This is definitely not a remote. It’s something bigger. So if I don’t take a better look, the doubt as to which is bigger will persist in the mind.)

My left hand went to the pyjama chords and untangled the knot with practised ease. I had hardly undid a man’s traditional pyjama, but the daily or frequent habit of tying and untying the petticoat came in handy. He was more than glad at my initiative.

He gave no resistance as I undid the pyjamas and pulled them down to his ankles. Finally, the object of my obsessive desire was revealed. My eyes opened wide. My face filled with wonder and amazement to see the most glorious cock I’ve ever seen in my life.

Devleena was so right. An impressive eight inches of male virility, with a massive girth which my entire palm could not encompass. The dick head was so heavy and shaped like a perfect swan egg. The thick veins pulsated in my palm. The naked heat was seeping into my very soul.

I clasped the marvellous meat pole with both my hands and stroked the entire length up and down in a gentle, teasing manner. No man can remain silent at this point, and a deep moan of pleasure escaped his mouth with a concocted protest.

“Oho Didi, tui ei shob ki korchish ah ah ah?” (Oh, Didi, what are you doing?)

“Sondeho dur korchi sothik map niye je eta beshi boro na remote ta.” (Dispelling doubts with accurate measurement to ascertain whether this is bigger than the remote.)

The mock seriousness and humour in my voice were the reassurance he required. He replied in the same tone. “Sondeho dur holo? Naki aro porikhkha nirikhkkha korte hobe?” (So are your doubts dispelled, or do you need to conduct a few more tests?”

“Sondeho ayoton niye to dur hoye geche, tobe etake niye aro bhalo gobeshona na korle onek proshner uttor ajanai thke jabe je.” (Doubts as to the size have been dispelled. But intensive research is essential to many other questions arising in the mind.)

I spoke with the tone of a scientist who has come upon an interesting specimen to focus on.

“Tai bujhi? Jinishta tor khub mone dhoreche mone hochche.’ (Is that so? Seems the specimen has made a good impression on you.”) His tone had become relaxed and playful.

“Mone dhorar moton jinish to baniyechish. Uff ki size. Babah bhabteo parchi na amar adorer choto bhai kobe eto boro hoye gelo.” (That size will impress one and all. I can’t believe that my little kid brother has become so big.”)

Hrittika and Hrittik will be back for their first fuck.

Hi, this is Sirisha Reddy Hise. I am a housewife. I’m rich enough, educated and well-mannered. I’m here to share my story through my friend Prathap’s ID due to privacy issues.

I love paintings. So, I frequently check different paintings at different art exhibitions and stalls. And I buy them if I like them. This is the only happiness in my life. I don’t say that I have nothing. I have everything but happiness.

In the meanwhile, I got news about an art exhibition in Hyderabad. So, I went there to check. I had gone through a lot of paintings with different artists. I got my eyes stuck on one painting, which is named Art by Prathap.

This portrait was as accurate as that artist read my whole life till now. It is about a man who has everything, but he has nothing!

I said, “What a painting!” Unknowingly.

“Do you like it?” a man from behind asked me. I turned around and found a man about 5 feet 8 inches tall with a smile on his face.

I replied, “Yes,” with a smile. “But sorry, it is not for sale, madam,” he said. “I love to have it at any price. Can I have the artist’s contact number? I will contact them,” I said. He smiled at me and gave me a visiting card. That evening, I returned home and started to think about how to grab that painting.

On the very next day, I called the number given. I got switched off on the other side, so I contacted them through email. After about an hour, I got a reply with an address to reach.

I reached this thinking this would be an office. But it is a house with a good garden around. I rang the doorbell, and “Come in” was all I heard from inside. When I went in, I saw a good-looking man with shorts and loose tees drawing a picture with concentration. He wore nothing underneath his tees and shorts.

He looked at me from top to bottom. His eyes got a spark like they were enjoying my presence. I usually wear sarees that are plain and transparent with sleeveless deep-cut blouses as I can display some cleavage.

You guys haven’t seen me, right? I will describe myself. I’m 5 feet 2 inches tall with 34dd-32 -36 as my measurements with an Indian dusky complexion. I know that I’m hot and can make any guy’s dick hard just with my looks. But here he is, eating me with his eyes.

“Hello,” I greeted him. “Hi,” he replied. He pointed me to sit on a couch nearby and started finishing his painting. After a while, he attended to me. “Tell me, why are you here?” he asked me.

“I like the painting you displayed at the exhibition yesterday. I want to buy it,” I replied.

“OK, buy, why are you buying it?” he asked me.

“That painting is reflecting my life,” I replied. “Oh really? How?” he asked. I first thought that I wouldn’t tell, but after asking another question. I started saying my life as well as the meaning of the painting.

“I got married into a conservative family. My hubby is a good-looking guy with a decent size of dick. But he is very reluctant about having regular sex. I sometimes tried to seduce him. But you know… ”

“So, how long ago did you have your last sex?” he inquired. “Maybe about 45 days,” I replied.

He came and sat by my side and gave me a side hug. I felt his hug a little hot. I Don’t know what made me hug him tightly. His fingers were moving on my back. I started feeling hot. I don’t know whether my wait for sex made me weak or his fingers. I started feeling him.

“Do you want to feel better now?” he asked me, and I nodded my head, saying yes. He took my lips between his lips, sucking. I couldn’t hold myself back, so I just went with the flow. I kissed his lips. We both were getting hornier.

But somewhere in my mind, I felt it was a betrayal. So I just interrupted myself and said are we doing non-loyal for that, he nodded with his head no. I was confused, and I couldn’t control my desire. I’m kissing his every inch and sucking it without hesitation while he is also doing the same.

I don’t know when my pallu went off from my body. He didn’t know when his tees went off from his body in no time. I am in my blouse and petticoat and he with his shorts. I sucked his chest and pinched his nipples. I sometimes bite them.

He is like pulling me in his chest. He made me lay on the bed and started kissing over my belly and navel. He was biting me. “Ah oh, shh,” are the words coming from my mouth now. He came onto me and started pressing my tits while sucking my lips.

He was pressing my tits and releasing my blouse hooks one after another and kissing between my tits. I was trying to control my moans, but I couldn’t. Every pressing of my boobs was loosening every hook of my blouse he finally removed all of them.

By that time, my panty was wet, and my pussy was dripping. He turned me and pulled the blouse off me. I think now he will unhook my bra, too. But he slid his hand into my panty and started feeling my pussy while he was kissing my back. Moaning sounds were coming out of my mouth.

All of a sudden, my petticoat left me. Now I was in a bra and panties, and one of my boobs was in his hand. The other was getting crushed against the bed. He started fingering me. He pulled my bra hooks with his teeth, and my bra fell, disclosing my sexy hot 34 hot tits.

He inserted a note there into my pussy and started ramming it. His fingers were going in and out while my moans were filling the room. My hands were showing the fingering intensity over his chest. He pushed another finger into my pussy.

“Oh my God, now I feel like getting fucked with a huge dick,” I screamed. After about five minutes of fingering, he released my pussy. It was like a heavenly feeling then he pulled my panties off and adjusted me to the edge of the bed. He laid on me in 69 position.

He started sucking the juices of my pussy, taking one after the other lips of my pussy. I thought of sucking his dick, too. So I pulled his shorts down, and a 7.5-inch hardened rod came out and hit my face. Before saying anything to him, he put his dick into my mouth.

My mouth could not hold it fully. It was a fully erect dick with a 3-inch girth. It went into my mouth and touched my throat. That made my breath choke, and I started tapping his thighs. He was slowly removing and re-pushing. It made me better than before. He started moving it in and out.

That was hard, and I didn’t ever find that hard dick with my hubby. He is eating those at my pussy, and as a result of intense lust, I am sucking his dick. After a while, he suddenly stood up with his dick in my mouth. His dick went directly into my throat.

He started dancing and jumping with my pussy lips between his teeth. He fucked me like a bitch in 69 position. Then he made me bend like a bitch and fucked me in front of a mirror. My pair of bouncing boobs with screams and echos are the best match ever.

He was pulling my hair and pinching my nipples while fucking me in doggy style. We made love like this for about 10 minutes. Then we shifted to cowgirl, in which I danced like crazy over his dick. That was the best pleasure. I cum 3 times in this fucking.

He then pulled me by my hair and made me sit on my knees. As his dick reached my face, he slapped my nose with his dick and cum on my face. That was the thickest cum.

I went into the bathroom to clean myself and sucked his dick to clean it. I wore my clothes on. He gave me that portrait.

“Thanks, you got my stress off and satisfied my lust. Thank you,” I said. “You are hot. My black dick will always wait for you,” he smiled. He was still nude, so I kissed his dick and returned.

Firstly, I was hesitant to think non-loyal, but now I don’t know how to name it. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

Hi guys, This is Prakash. I hope everyone is doing well and enjoyed my previous story, ‘Fucking a Kannada aunty.’ This is my new experience with a hot reader hope you guys enjoy this one also.

I’m Prakash, a 28-year-old good-looking guy from Karnataka. After my previous story, I got emails from a few girls and started texting for a few days.
I went to Bangalore for a function and was free for a day. I texted the girls,

All were busy, but Sakshi (name changed) was free. I texted her that we could catch up today if you are free. But I didn’t get any response from her. I thought it was not happening. But after 30 minutes, I got a text from her mentioning the time and location.

To my surprise, she booked an OYO as her wish and comfort. I got freshened up and went to the location. As she opened the room door, she was looking hot in her white top and blue skirt. She is in her early 30s brown skin tone and has open hair.

Her stats are 34-32-34. I entered the room and greeted her with a hug. We sat in bed for some time and had some conversations. I placed my hand on her cheek and rubbed her cheek and neck. Slowly moved towards her and locked her lips.

We started smooching while my hand was feeling her body over the dress. She pushed me and took out my dress. I was only in my trunk. She started licking my body, kissing my nipples. My dick was ready to come out of my trunk. She was hitting it slowly over the trunk and kissing my upper body.

I pushed her down and took out her top and skirt. She was looking stunning in her white bra and black panty. I started licking her face, neck, and earlobes she started moaning slowly. I turned her and started kissing and licking her back, removing her bra strap.

I started squeezing her boobs, sucking her nipples and squeezing others simultaneously. Kissed her navel and played for some time with it. Slowly, I moved to the toe and started kissing from the bottom, moving to the panty. I kissed her pussy over the panty, which was wet already.

I removed her panty. It was clean-shaven. I planted a kiss on her pussy lips and kissed her ass cheeks. She pushed me away, took out my trunk, and took my dick in her mouth. I was on cloud 9. I was feeling her warm lips on my dick.

She was doing it fast and playing with it for some time. Kissing, licking, feeling it on her face. She played with it until I cum. She slept beside me. I started kissing her brown lips. I slowly moved to her pussy lips and started licking her pussy.

She started moaning. I licked for some time and gave a lip lock again. I placed my dick on her pussy and was hitting on her pussy with my dick. She took out a condom, placed it and told me to insert dick fast.

But I was seducing her by not inserting. After some time, I slowly inserted my dick. Her pussy was tight. She started screaming but controlled sound with a pillow. I started stroking her slowly and then increased the speed. I fucked for some time.

I sat on the chair and asked her to ride me. She came happily and started riding me. I was playing with her boobs while she was riding. After some time again, we changed the place. I made her sit on the table and started stroking her. She was moaning.

It was giving me more pleasure. I made her stand, lifted her one leg and fucked for some time. In between, we were kissing heavily. Her lips were juicy and soft. We fell into bed and wanted to rest for some time.

Sakshi slept in my arms, placing her thighs on my dick and giving it a heat, kissing each other and talking for some time. She came on me, placed my dick in her pussy, and started riding me. What a view that was to see her bouncing boobs. I held them with my hand.

She was in no mood to leave. She continued riding. After some time, she fell on me, keeping my dick in pussy and liplocked me. I turned her down and started fucking in missionary. I was kissing her fucked her for a few minutes in missionary.

It was already more than an hour before our play. We were hungry. We ordered some food, and both took baths and freshened up to have food. We finished our food.

I bent her and lifted her skirt, inserted my dick in a doggy position. I was spanking her ass while fucking, kissing her ass cheeks. After doggy style, we tried a few more positions with small breaks. We enjoyed every minute of it for almost 3 hours. We slept in that position, only naked, hugging each other.

I felt like something was wet on my body. When I opened my eyes, she was giving a blowjob for my early morning boner. She took all cum in her mouth and gave me a slutty look with a wink. She washed her mouth and came back and started smooching me.

I pushed her and started licking her pussy and inserted my fingers in her pussy and finger fucked her. I made her sit in a doggy position, and I wanted to do anal. But she requested me not to do anal. I pushed my dick into her pussy again fucked her for some time.

As it was Monday, she needed to go to her office. We stopped in the room and moved to the bathroom to freshen up. We had a few sessions in the bathroom for almost 30 minutes. We got ready and planted a goodbye kiss.

I hope you guys enjoyed the story. Please give me feedback on how you feel about the story. Boys, please don’t ask for contact with a woman as it’s a privacy and trust thing.

For any unsatisfied women, feel free to contact me at [email protected] with full privacy and satisfaction.

Hi and hello to everyone, this is your eroticandnorny back with a fantastic imaginary story. This is the second part of the college series. To get clarity, please read the first part first (link on top).

In the previous part, the principal mam Chandrika explained all the rules and regulations on how to be on campus.

The next day 6:00 am –

Throughout the campus, the wake-up bell rang and all students woke up and started doing morning tasks. The staff were coming naked to every room. The naked staff were collecting all the clothes from the students and providing menstrual cups to every lady.

7:00 am –

After the staff collected the clothes, they organized the clothes of students in a locked room. Then, throughout the campus, the breakfast bell rang once. Due to no clothes, some students were shy and stayed in their rooms. The principal ordered the peon to play the alarm once again and also gave an announcement, “All students are ordered to attend to the mess within 5 minutes.”

The students with reddened faces came to mess by covering their bodies with plates and hands. They had to remove their hands while they had to take their mess.

7:30 am –

All of a sudden, 20-30 hot nude ladies along with Chandrika (Principal) entered the mess. The principal started to announce the names of ladies, and subjects.

Principal mam’s (Chandrika) speech –

Morning my dear students, as announced yesterday, we will have nude classes from now on. Each student has to follow rules and regulations. From today, anyone can seek sex with anyone with their permission. These ladies are the most experienced and qualified lecturers.

1) Ramya – Teaches Biology (Zoology) – (36-30-38)

2) Akanksha – Teaches Biology (Botany) – (38-34-38)

3) Supriya- Teaches Chemistry – (34-28-38)

4) Urmila – Teaches English – (34-30-34)

5) Surekha – Teaches Physics – (34-34-36)

The remaining teachers will introduce themselves in your classes.

8:00 am –

An announcement instructed students to go to the notice board and follow everything mentioned in it. All students gathered at the notice board. Initially, everyone maintained a few inches of distance to ensure no touching. Some of the students pushed everyone from behind. Unintentionally many girls got penetrated and there was a huge group of moans! In the meantime, some boys were having a feast of getting crushed between soft and hot breasts.

Followed by unintentional penetration, some used the chance and penetrate intentionally. As most of the students were virgins, the floor was covered with drops of blood. Girls at the beginning was reluctant. But soon they liked it and almost every girl was almost getting fucked.

On the other hand, Vinod penetrated Aadhya (34D-26-32), and Sarayu was looking at Vinod without even blinking. When Vinod noticed Sarayu’s hourglass shape (36-28-36), he drained his semen into Aadhya. After a while when Vinod removed his penis from Aadhya, Sarayu was shocked by looking at his 6.5 inches long and 3 inches thick penis.

Slowly, Sarayu got attracted to Vinod’s penis and headed toward him. When she came near Vinod, he caught her breast and inserted his penis into her vagina. They had sex of half an hour in standing missionary and finally, he ejaculated.

By the time senior students arrived, all juniors were involved in an orgy. They informed the principal about the ongoing orgy near the notice board. As soon as she came to know about the ongoing orgy near the notice board, she rushed toward the notice board. While the principal was running, her assets were swinging up and down.

As a student of section A, Vinod reached her, caught her breast, and started to fondle her. The principal stood still with shock by seeing the action of Vinod. He slowly started to suck her breasts. Watching Vinod, almost every student was scared horribly.

After a few minutes, he proceeded to have sex with the principal, pinning her hands to the wall and bending her. She was almost having sex in a doggy style, but standing.

After 15 minutes, he drained for the third time in the day and was the first student of the year to fuck the principal.

Everyone started to head toward the classes as per orders of the Principal. Almost every girl was dripping cum including the principal. By the time girls reached classes one of their legs had a slow stream of cum dripping from the pussy.

9:25 am-

All students sat in their respective places and all teachers entered the classes as per timetable. For each section, there was a female professor and a male professor.

In Section A, it was Zoology class, in Section B it was Botany class, in Section C it was Physics, in Section D it was Chemistry, in Section E it was English, and in Section F it was Telugu class. In each section, every teacher was accompanied by 9 vaginas and 8 dicks.

9:30 am- Section A

Sarayu: Excuse me, mam! Can I go to the restroom?

Ramya: Why?

Sarayu: Need to pee! (blushing)

Ramya: But you can do it here in any one of the men accompanying me.

Sarayu: Mam, but isn’t he a teacher?

Ramya: As a student of section A, you can use any teacher.

Sarayu: Mam, can I get fingered?

Ramya: Why not? Even if you want, you can have a dick in you.

Sarayu: It’s my first time.

Ramya: Then the man has to be experienced.

Sarayu: Ok mam, please continue the class and can you send a dick?

Ramya: Ok. Dick no 4, please give her pleasure gently.

Sarayu: Thank you, mam.

No 4: Dear Sarayu, do you want fingering or vaginal or oral or anal?

Sarayu: No 4, please finger me first, then oral, and then we may proceed to vaginal if I like.

No 4: Ok Sarayu, how do you want me to be in position? Me between your legs and you in a chair or on the desk. You can sit on my lap and do your work. I’ll complete my task.

Sarayu: I’ll sit on your lap.

Sarayu spread her legs and sat on No. 4’s lap. Whereas on the other side, Ramya was continuing her class. After a couple of minutes, Sarayu moaned and let her first orgasm in the hands of No 4. Due to the moans of Sarayu, a student named Arjun got horny resulting in erecting his dick.

Arjun: Excuse me, mam! Can I go to the restroom?

Ramya: Why?

Arjun: Need to pee! (blushing)

Ramya: Anything else?

Arjun: Mam, I have to shake a thing which I may shag in you after a couple of days.

Ramya: But for now, you can do it here in any one of the women who accompanied me.

Arjun: Mam, but isn’t she a teacher?

Ramya: As a student of section A, you can use any teacher.

Arjun: Mam, can I get blowjob?

Ramya: Why not? Even if you want you can have your dick in her.

Arjun: It’s my first time.

Ramya: Then the woman has to be experienced.

Arjun: Mam, can I use your ass?

Ramya: My boy, you have time to enter me. For now, continue with No. 13.

No 13 is a beautiful woman around 30 years old, but looks 20-24. She was almost similar to Pavitra Lokesh (actress). Her boobs looked filled with milk. She had a tattoo on her boobs in Bangla, asking to fondle her. She had piercings on her pussy and tongue.

No 13: How can I help you, Arjun?

Arjun: Mam, I’m feeling horny and I want to have a handjob.

No 13: Don’t call me ‘teacher’, You can call me ‘cow’.

Arjun: Why?

No 13: Because I have the highest milk capacity on the whole campus.

Arjun: Ok dear, please give a handjob.

No 13: Do you want me to give you a handjob while sitting on the floor, or sitting on you, or else standing?

Arjun: Place your ass on my thigh and give me a hot and pleasurable handjob.

No 13: My pleasure.

Arjun: (Moaning like hell, and fingering her).

No 13 started giving Arjun a handjob. Due to the handjob, he started moaning hard. Ramya wasn’t bothered at all with the meanings. Nobody was bothering about the ongoing sex drives. Arjun ejaculated on No 13’s breasts and a few drops on the girl in front of him. Everyone including Sarayu and Arjun was attentively listening to class.

-End of Part 2-

Hope you like the story of “The College” and get your pleasure by applying pressure. For suggestions, you can contact me by mail. [email protected]

Hello friends, let me write my story in Hinglish. Main 34 years old male from Chandigarh. Story ki heroine Priyanka (name changed) 48 years old. Jab main Priyanka ko mila tab meri age 26 saal thi, aur uski 48 years.

Main Priyanka ko peddlers mein mila, jaha par main beer ki promotion karne aaya hua tha. Priyanka apni 3 aur friends ke sath bar mein drink karne aayi hui thi. Main normally Priyanka ke paas gaya aur usko beer ke baare mein bataya, aur then usse ek game play karwayi, jo ki company ki side se thi.

Game mein Priyanka kuch jeeti hi nahi, but maine apni taraf se usko gift provide kar diya. And after that maine Priyanka ka number le liya form fill karne ke bahane. Jaise hi mujhe number mila, maine wo page faad diya, taaki number kisi aur ko na mile. Fir raat ko maine Priyanka ko text kiya.

Thodi der baat-cheet hone ke baad mujhe pata chala ki she was married and uske 2 bachhe bhi the. Maine dheere-dheere uski life ke baare mein poocha. Then mujhe pata chala ki Priyanka M.A. english thi. And khud ki company chalati thi. Mera interest aur bana ki chalo apna luck try karte hai, agar wo sexy lady girlfriend ban jaye to.

Raat 2 baje tak maine uske sath baat ki, aur baaton-baaton mein mujhe pata chala ki uski uske husband se banti nahi thi. Is baat ko confirm karne ke liye maine sone se pehle usko kiss ke liye bola, and to my surprise, she sent me a kiss.

Bas fir mera loda uske naam ke liye 90° stand ho gaya, aur maine milne ke liye next day hi plan bana liya. Mujhe Priyanka ne sec-17 se pick kiya, jaha hamne milne ka plan kiya tha. After then main Priyanka ki car mein baitha, aur hum chal pade lake ki taraf.

Lake jaate-jaate maine raat ki kiss ke baare mein poocha. To wo thoda sharma gayi. Doston lady sharma gayi thi. Ab main kaha is laddu ko chhodhne wala tha. Bas fir maine bhi Priyanka ka hath pakda. Usne ispe koi objection nahi kiya. Just coz ki usko khud ko sex ki bhookh thi kaafi saalon se.

Fir lake side car park karwane ke baad maine thoda usko apni taraf kheencha, aur lip kiss karne lag gaya. Thodi der struggle ke baad Priyanka bhi mood mein aa gayi, aur mujhe bhookhi kutiya ke jaise choosne lag gayi.

Bas fir kya tha, maine Priyanka ke boobs press karne start kar diye, aur uske garam lips ko ache se choosna start kar diya. Nazar baahar bhi thi, kyunki police ki car kabhi bhi patrolling karne aa jati hai. To kiss and boobs press karne ke sath-sath maine Priyanka ki chut par hath ferna start kar diya.

Is wajah se Priyanka ka trouser chut ke paas se wet ho gaya, and Priyanka tadapna start ho gayi. Time ki shortage hone ki wajah se maine usko relief provide karne ke liye fatt se uski seat ko neeche ki taraf kiya. Fir uske trouser ke button and zip open ki, aur panty ke upar se hi chut choosna start ho gaya.

Priyanka aise tadapna start ho gayi jaise ki pata nahi maine kon si dukhti rag ko touch kar diya ho. Uske baad Priyanka ki chut mein andar tak apni jeebh ko le-jana start kar diya.

Wo pagal ho rahi thi, aur aah ahh karne lag gayi. Usne mere sar par apne hath rakh liya, aur usko apni chut mein dabane lagi. Uski chut ka rass bahut swaad tha. Ek-dum nadi ki tarah beh raha tha paani uski chut se, jisko main saara pee raha tha.

Main chut choosne ke sath-sath uski jaanghen bhi daba raha tha. Wo gaand utha-utha kar chut chuswane ka maza le rahi thi. Fir maine uski shirt ke button khol diye, aur bra ka hook khol kar boobs baahar nikaal liye.

Kya shandaar kasse hue boobs the uske, ek-dum zabardast. Main boobs dekhte hi unke nipples par toot pada. Uske nipples bilkul akde hue the. Maine nipples ko muh mein daal kar choosna shuru kar diye. Aur wo mujhe apni aagosh mein leke boobs mein dabane lagi.

Wo aurat bahut kamuk thi, aur usme chudai ki pyaas bhi bahut thi. Kuch der boobs choosne ke baad main apni seat par baith gaya, aur apni pant khol kar pant aur underwear dono utaar diye.

Underwear nikalte hi mera lund spring ki tarah uchal kar baahar aa gaya. Usne mera lund dekha, to mujhe uski aankhon mein ek chamak si nazar aayi. Fir wo meri taraf dekhne lagi. Maine usko aankhon se lund ko muh mein daalne ka ishara kiya. Uske baal khule hue the. Usne dashboard se ek hairband liya, aur apne baal baandh liye.

Fir wo aage jhuki, aur mere lund ko apne hath mein liya. Usne lund ko thoda hilaya, jisse precum ki boond tope se baahar aa gayi. Fir usne mere lund ke tope par kiss kiya, aur precum chaat liya. Uske baad wo apni jeebh ko neeche ki taraf le-jaane lagi.

Wo upar se neeche mere lund ko chaat rahi thi. Mujhe uski jeebh ka ye sparsh acha lag raha tha, aur thodi gudgudi bhi ho rahi thi. Fir usne mere tope ki chuski bhari, aur dheere-dheere poora lund apne muh mein daal liya.

Wo itni ache se ye sab kar rahi thi, jaise koi professional randi ho. Jo bhi ho mujhe usse lund chuswane mein maza aa raha tha. Uske muh ki garmahat mere lund ko sukoon de rahi thi. Ab mera lund uske muh mein andar-baahar ho raha tha.

Main “ahh ahh” karne laga, aur usne lund choosne ki speed badha di. Wo poora gale tak lund leke jaa rahi thi. Ab wo zor-zor se lund choos rahi thi, aur mujhe lagne laga tha ki mera nikal jayega. Tabhi maine usko roka, kyunki abhi to mujhe usko chodna tha.

Lund uske muh se nikaal kar maine usko lund ko chut mein lene ke liye bola. Wo usi waqt apni seat se uth kar meri god mein aa gayi. Fir usne lund apni chut ke muh par set kiya, aur dheere-dheere ahh ahh karte hue us par baith gayi.

Aahh kya garmi thi uski chut mein. Chut tight bhi kaafi thi. Aisa lag hi nahi raha tha, ki wo chut kisi 2 bachho ki maa ki chut thi. Jab chut ko achi service nahi milti, to wo wapas se tight hone lagti hai.

Ab hum dono us sexy moment ko poori tarah enjoy kar rahe the. Hame police ke aane ki bhi tension nahi thi. Maine uske boobs choosne shuru kiye, aur wo mere lund par upar-neeche hone lagi. Bada maza aa raha tha. Aisa lag raha tha ki main car mein nahi balki jannat mein tha.

Dheere-dheere usne apni speed tez ki. Maine apne dono hath uske chootadon par rakh liye, aur usko upar-neeche hone mein help karne laga. Kuch hi der mein wo zor-zor se mere lund par uchal rahi thi. Wo upar hoti, aur fir zor se neeche baithti. Isse mera lund uski bachhe-dani ko touch ho raha tha.

Is process mein hum dono ko bada maza aa raha tha. Tabhi wo aah ahh karne lagi. Main samajh gaya tha ki wo jhadne wali thi. Lekin maine usko wait karne ke liye bola. Fir maine usko baahon mein kass liya, aur neeche se dhakke maarne laga.

Wo ahh ahh kar rahi thi. Ab ek sailaab aaya, aur hum dono ka paani nikal gaya. Dheere-dheere fir mera lund tight se soft ho gaya, aur uski chut mein se padup ki awaaz karte hue baahar aa gaya.

Ab uski chut mein se mera aur uska maal mix hokar baahar aa raha tha. Maine dashboard se tissue nikala, aur usko diya. Usne apni chut saaf ki, aur hum dono ne apne kapde theek kiye.

Baaki ki story ke liye update rahe aur mujhe text karna na bhoole. Chandigarh, Punjab Haryana aur Delhi tak ki ladies agar mujhse dosti karna chaahti ho, then email kare at [email protected]

Ladies dosti kare aur aanand paye. Time waste nahi karta main, because sab jaante hai ki kyun dosti karni hai. To dosti kare aur sex life enjoy kare, aur mujhe bhi khush rakhe.

Hearing the words that Prateek uttered, Kishen’s senses abruptly came to a silencing halt.

“Did that guy just ask me if I enjoyed sniffing his mother’s panty?”

Kishen glanced at everyone around him – Neetu, her husband Prateek bhai, his mother Geeta (whom everyone called GeetaMa), Manoj sir, and his wife Deepti.

In the slow motion-like numbness, Kishen noticed Prateek and GeetaMa smiling at him and looking at each other. They were pranking him for his reaction. His eyes began to focus on GeetaMa, filtering out everything and everyone else.

She sat in front of him like a goddess personifying aged wine. It wasn’t until then that he got the chance to notice her appearance. Kishen hadn’t seen her that many times. Yet, images of how she looked about 4 years back—around the time of Prateek’s and Neetu’s marriage—flashed in his mind.

She was a slim elder who had to assume responsibility for heading her family. Her husband had become wheelchair-ridden. He remembered how she was conservatively clothed in thick and heavy cotton to amplify her maturity and boldness.

She barely gave importance to make-up and outward appearance of any sort. She looked driven yet corroded by visible signs of ageing as a result of stress. It was from years of single-handedly running and raising a household comprising two sons and a disabled husband.

In stark contrast, the GeetaMa sat smiling in front of Kishen—with one leg over the other-sported glossy lipstick, mascara, and pink cheeks. Her layered make-up paralleled that of women 30-40 years younger than her. Kishen then noticed the purple-coloured semi-transparent silk saree she wore.

A distinctly lined sleeve-less deep-cut blouse that left no room for any bra underneath amplified her sexiness. Did she appear to be too cosmetic? Absolutely not! GeetaMa had aptly grown into her avatar. Her appearance never concealed her ageing but rather exhibited it gorgeously.

Her wrinkles adorned her face in just the right amount. Her flesh sagged just right. Her skin and face sported a certain kind of glow. Her smile had a flavour of carefree wisdom that only an older age could unlock.

“What a transformation! This is another dimension of a sexy goddess. I’ll explode if she even touches me,” Kishen realized in awe. The Goddess was quick to recognize the new devotee in Kishen. She acknowledged his devotion with a subtly different all-knowing smile.

Kishen was tempted to rub his face onto the skin that her saree revealed—her arms, elbows, wrists, hands, navel, neck, chest, cleavage. Even her toes and the soles of her feet dangling in the air. He desperately wished he had in his hand her panty that he had taken from Deepti the other day.

The thought of her panty tugged Kishen back to his senses. He soon became aware that everyone was watching him with just as much interest as the Goddess. But from being embarrassed, his mind was jolted into another obvious realization.

“GeetaMa, too, is in their circle. How else did her panty end up in that box? How did she transform? I have a feeling Neetu played a big role in her transformation. Who else is in the circle? How is her son cool with it all? God! I have a lot of questions. I can’t take it any more.” Kishen was feeling totally lost.

Kishen felt like a little lad who’d been lost in a growing maze. Just hours before, he felt like James Bond—ready to raid into a secret meeting—with a false sense of control. The ensuing action sequence didn’t turn out as he’d expected.

The courage he thought he had drained out on more than one occasion. He’d opened the shutters to the reservoir of love-lust he had for Usha aunty, Neetu’s mom. He re-discovered his bestial sexual self as he mouth-fucked his mom like a maniac.

He used both hands to bounce her head across the length of his young and throbbing medium-sized cock. Later, as karma would have preferred to have it, he’d inconveniently enjoyed being at the bitter-sweet receiving end of feminine fury in all its sexual might.

And just as he’d thought he’d seen (and heard) it all, he’d been subject to yet another spicy revelation. It appeared to unbox more questions than answers.

Overwhelmed, Kishen began to feel dizzy. He began to sweat. They noticed. Deepti got up in a hurry to fetch him a glass of water. He saw Neetu look at him, rather concerned. She leaned forward, kept her hand on his thighs and asked if he was alright.

“Go and sit on the sofa, Kishen. Be the witness, not the judge. Settle your mind, son,” spoke GeetaMa. Her finger pointed to the space next to Manoj sir on the adjacent sofa where Deepti had been sitting.

“Sure! But only after I’ve had a chance to suck on that lovely finger…” Kishen thought.

Like a ‘tube-light’ robot, Kishen did as the Goddess instructed. Just as he went and sat next to Manoj sir, Deepti came with a glass of water.

“Drink, Kishen! Small sips, take it slow,” GeetaMa said, looking at him with a wise smile. Emptying the glass in slow but continuous gulps, Kishen relaxed on the sofa. Seeing GeetaMa’s lusty elegance, he was smitten and horny.

But his dick wasn’t hard. He had just cummed a while back and has been cumming many times. Even his young dick needed time off. Leaning back on the sofa, Kishen stared at the empty ceiling for a while before closing his eyes.

“Kishen? Are you all right?” asked a concerned Deepti aunty.

“I am fine. I need to rest and process things. I prefer to be left here idle and nap for a while, please.” Kishen spoke, eyes closed.

“You really need to rest, beta,” said Manoj sir, breaking a laugh and patting on his thigh.

“Let me know if you need anything, Kishen,” responded Deepti. Kishen could hear her walking away.

He wondered what she was going to do, but he didn’t bother asking. He just wanted to lay there on the sofa with his eyes closed. Kishen continues to hear the sounds and conversations around him and makes sense of what’s happening.

“Prateek, will Abhay (baby) be safe with his badi dadi?” Kishen heard Neetu ask.

“Of course, dear, she will take good care of him,” responded GeetaMa.

“Then come, my love. Let’s go to my room. I need you along and all to myself. Ever since I delivered our son, I’ve been made to wait soo damn fucking long to be fucked. I’ve had to reclaim what I’ve been denied. And it means nothing without you. That’s why I called you here. I couldn’t wait for you to come home. I didn’t think you’d bring ma (Geeta).” Neetu says to Prateek.

“Go on, my son. Don’t keep your wife waiting.” GeetaMa says. Kishen could hear the couple getting up. While heading to Neetu’s room, they saw Deepti cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to, Deepti aunty!”

“Arrey, it is fine, Neetu. I am a bit hungry, and I am sure everyone will be.”

“Shall I help?”

“What? I am not going to make you wait even one second longer to be with your husband. God will punish me,” Deepti jokingly responds.

Breaking a laugh, Neetu responds, “After you’re done with cooking and eating, come to my room. We can feast on him together…”

“Deepti, do you need any help?” Kishen hears GeetaMa calling out from the sofa.

“No GeetaMa, I will manage.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure GeetaMa. Besides, there is one man here who hasn’t fucked anyone yet.”

“That would be me…” Manoj sir interjects before GeetaMa can ask who it is.

“Is it, Manoj sir?” GeetaMa asks, turning to Manoj sir, who was sitting next to Kishen on the adjacent sofa.

“Yes, Geeta. I like to take my own time.”

Hearing Manoj sir address her as ‘Geeta’ and not GeetaMa makes Kishen realize he’s probably older than her.

“He can’t be elder to her by many years, max-to-max a few years.” Kishen thought to himself.

Kishen heard Manoj sir and Geeta talking. Their conversations morphed from initially being formal in tonality to being friendly to flirtatious. They conversed about each other’s sexual adventures and preferences.

Overhearing their conversations, Kishen was sure they hadn’t yet had the chance to indulge with each other or together. They couldn’t get the timings or occasion right. Both the adults formally acknowledged how the time, setting, and mood for sex—especially for group sex or even threesomes—can be hard to align.

GeetaMa talked highly of her DIL Neetu for introducing her to a ‘boundless world of sex.’ It was something she never imagined she’d ever get after her husband’s accident. Manoj sir, in response, shared how his family had been indulging with Neetu’s and Kishen’s for years. Kishen was the latest addition.

“What? Neetu took Kishen’s virginity? Hai Bhagwan! My DIL poaches everyone…” Kishen heard GeetaMa respond to Manoj sir.

“‘Everyone’? Who else?” Kishen wondered.

Manoj sir soon got up and headed to Usha’s room to fetch drinks. He surprised his wife—who was busy cooking in the kitchen with a drink. He then came back to the living room to GeetaMa. He thought Kishen was asleep, sitting on the couch.

Handing the drink to Geeta, Manoj sir took the opportunity to sit next to her. He continued sipping, talking, and flirting. There was something which surprised Kishen. Manoj sir’s demeanour.

There wasn’t even a trace of a ‘cuckold’ in the way he spoke and carried himself around GeetaMa. Neither were there any strict-man vibes that could be off-putting to any woman. Kishen could sense in Manoj sir the aura of a confident man who’s mastered the art of pleasing any woman.

It was as if the moment they began to speak, the man knew the woman would be begging him for more. The woman knew that with every word they exchanged, she was being drawn into his charm. It was a kind of charm that even his dad or Ramesh Uncle could not exhibit as well as Manoj sir did.

Manoj sir confessed to Geeta that ever since he got to sniff her panty through the circle’s mystery-panty-in-a-box game, he couldn’t wait to be with her. Through their conversations, Kishen came to know how the ladies had devised the game.

It was to give horny men a sense of variety while they masturbated or had one-on-one sexual indulgences. It was actually Savi’s (his mother’s) idea—a simple and erotically fun scheme. The ladies in the circle put their used panties in a box and passed it around.

But there was something else which Kishen wanted to know. The story behind how Neetu brought her hubby and his mother into the circle. With a beating heart, he longed for their flirtatious conversation to steer in that direction. The very idea and the possibilities in which it could have materialized aroused him.

Kishen heard GeetaMa laugh as if she suddenly noticed something funny. Manoj sir’s laugh followed. Kishen wondered what they were laughing at.

“Looks like somebody is sleeping with a throbbing bulge in their pants,” GeetaMa announced.

Kishen had unknowingly become hard, and his dick was pushing to be free. Caught red-handed eavesdropping on their conversation, Kishen had no choice but to break an embarrassed smile and look at them. That was when he saw how ‘different’ GeetaMa appeared.

She looked bloomed and smitten just by how Manoj sir flirted with her. As though talking with him made her blood rush to her face and skin, making her horny.

“I was not sleeping, just resting…”

“It’s ok, beta. No need to struggle to explain. So, you had a wild ride after beti (Neetu) poached you?”

“Ye…yes…GeetaMa, it was amazing.”

“He has a good dick and fucks vigorously,” Manoj sir chimed in.

“Is it, Manoj sir? I have to see it then. Kishen, beta, would you please show me?” GeetaMa says, leaning forward from the sofa.

“Remove your pants and come quick, Kishen,” Manoj sir said in an assertive by friendly way.

In seconds, Kishen had his dick presented before the Goddess’s face for her scrutiny and evaluation. Holding it gently with the tips of her thumb and fingers, she examined his cock. Her playfully exaggerated expression of admiration made Kishen proud.

“Young, throbbing dick, isn’t it, Manoj sir?”

“That’s what I told you, Geeta.”

“Beautiful. Today is my lucky day. Beti (Neetu) always manages to surprise me.”

Kishen begins to pant as GeetaMa continues with her teasing scrutiny of his cock. Kishen looks at Manoj sir, sitting next to her. Their eyes communicate.

“I’m sorry, Manoj sir, if I am being a cock blocker. I didn’t think I’d come this far so soon. She was supposed to fall for you,” Kishen’s eyes pleaded to Manoj sir.

“No worries, Kishen beta. No matter how hard the man may try, the choice is often the woman’s. The earlier you learn it and accept it, the better,” responds Manoj sir’s subtle facial expressions.

The sound of the pressure cooker whistle from the kitchen fills the intense silence in the room.

Kishen notices that Manoj sir, too, is very horny from flirting. He is now watching GeetaMa lift Kishen’s shaft and fondle the balls while playfully looking at him. She examines how far back his foreskin goes.

Even with the minimal pressure with which she’s holding Kishen’s shaft, a dew of pre-cum pops up at his cock hole.

Distracting everyone, Deepti comes from the kitchen with a bowl and spoon. In it is the curry she made just a while back (in the pressure cooker.)

“Ah, some people can’t wait to get fucked,” Deepti remarks sarcastically at the hornified-looking Manoj sir and Kishen. GeetaMa breaks a naughty laugh.

“You’re a lucky woman to have a very charming, very masculine husband like Manoj sir, Deepti,” GeetaMa compliments.

Deepti gives her a you-have-seen-nothing smile. “Here, taste this curry I made while you two were flirting endlessly,” she says jokingly. “Tell me how it is. And Manoj sir, tell me if the salt is enough.”

“Aha, my husband is also my salt checker,” GeetaMa adds, smiling at Deepti and Manoj sir. Her face was just centimetres away from Kishen’s cock.

Blowing into the bowl, she pours a spoonful of curry into the palms of Kishen, GeetaMa and Manoj sir, which they taste.

“Mmm, very nice,” says GeetaMa. Kishen nods in agreement. Just as Manoj sir was going to speak, the sound of heavy humping and moaning emanated from Deepti’s room.

“They are about to reach their climax,” Kishen says.

“Thank you for the brilliant deduction Sherlock. That’s the cue for me to eat and join them soon. Tell me, Manoj sir, how is the curry?” says Deepti.

“My palm was already pretty salty,” says Manoj sir with a naughty smile. “Can you give me to taste in your hand?”

Deepti makes Kishen hold the bowl, takes a spoonful of curry, blows on onto it, pours it onto her palm, and extends it towards Manoj sir. He seductively pulls her hand to his mouth with both hands. He then proceeds to slowly and erotically scoop up the curry with his tongue while glancing at GeetaMa.

“Deepti, I’m officially jealous of you now,” GeetaMa says. “The man is still erotically naughty.”

“Come on, GeetaMa, you know he is doing this to seduce you and not me,” Deepti responds with an isn’t-it-obvious tonality. “But I agree, the man may be many years older than me, but he is my age in the heart, or even younger,” she adds, running her hand over his face in adoration.

“Because of our age difference, people gossip about how loveless our marriage may be and how unhappy she, in particular, may be. If only those conservative, sex-starved humans could see our love and, more importantly, see me fuck her brains out and how well she supports me in my kink,” adds Manoj sir.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” GeetaMa adds in, completely forgetting about Kishen’s cock.

“Hey, now, Manoj sir, shouldn’t you be trying to butter GeetaMa instead of me?” Deepti jokes.

“I think I already placed my horny self in the palm of her hands. The choice is hers,” responds Manoj sir as he takes Geeta’s hand and extends it palm-side-up towards Deepti.

“Deepti, my dear wife, please pour a spoon of curry.”

After Deepti does as requested, Manoj sir brings GeetaMa’s hands towards his face and slowly licks the curry off her palm. He playfully licks it a few more times. “That tastes better. No need to add salt, dear.”

“You sure know how to make a woman feel right, Manoj sir. I’m impressed,” GeetaMa says to Manoj sir, with a craving in her eyes, which Kishen notices.

“True,” Manoj sir responds. “But now, can you make this young man feel right?” he adds, looking at Kishen.

GeetaMa looks at Kishen, waiting with his dick out and then back to Manoj sir. “Is this a test? Or a tease?” she asks.

“Whatever you perceive it to be,” responds Manoj sir.

With a naughty smile, she turns her face towards Kishen’s cock. “Watch, Manoj sir,” she says. She begins stroking Kishen’s tool back to a throbbing erection. “Deepti, can you drip some curry onto this lovely cock?” she requests. “It’s hot but tolerable, Kishen beta.”

All Kishen could do was nod in anticipation. Deepti dripped a drop of the warming viscous curry onto his tool—like how one would put sauce over a hot dog sausage. Kishen’s cock registered the harmless burn of the curry and sensed the engulfing warmth and wetness of GeetaMa’s mouth.

Kishen, Deepti and Manoj sir were impressed by how GeetaMa could deep-throat his entire tool in one go. She stood still for a few seconds with her forehead stuck to Kishen’s lower abdomen. She then pulled his dick out of her mouth in one go while her lips wrapped around it tightly.

“How did I do?” she asks, turning to Manoj sir and smacking her lips.

They eagerly wait for Manoj sir to deliver yet another response. Then, the sound of Neetu’s rhythmic moans transforms into an orgasmic scream.

“Splendid, Geeta. I’ll reward you by making you scream louder than how your son just made your daughter-in-law scream,” says Manoj sir.

GeetaMa blushes and breaks an elegant laugh. Deepti and Kishen exchange with each other the “I’m impressed” facial expression.

Kishen begins to feel the afterburn of the curry on his dick. He noticed some remnants of the spicy curry in the crevice between the foreskin fold and the head of his dick.

Recognizing his concern, GeetaMa wastes no time in pulling back his foreskin. Licking clean his dick tip, letting go only after a thorough visual inspection.

“Deepti aunty! We’re ready for you,” Neetu calls out from her room.

“Coming!”Deepti responds. “I’ve eaten the three chapattis I made. The dough is ready. Just make and eat. I have to go now.”

“Thank you, Deepti,” GeetaMa responds.

Deepti leaves the living room with the bowl and spoon and joins Neetu.

“Thank you, beta. You have a nice manhood. You can put on your pants now.” GeetaMa tells him with a wide smile, looking straight into his eyes. Then focuses her attention on Manoj sir. Kishen saw in her the intent to indulge with him without any ‘distractions.’

It took a while for Kishen to realize he’d been sidelined. “You look tired. Go eat the chapati and curry.” Manoj sir added before giving all his smiling attention to GeetaMa.

Kishen put on his pants quickly and left the living room. He wasn’t sure where to head. Behind him were two mature souls who would, at any moment, start fucking. In the closed room were Neetu, her husband Prateek, and Deepti aunty in a threesome.

In the room at the end of the passage slept his mother, his dad, the busty Goddess and former tuition teacher Usha aunty, and her husband.

Feeling rather left out, Kishen decided to head to Usha’s room and pour himself a couple of drinks. He subconsciously felt that downing a couple of pegs would make him an adult on par with the rest of the adults.

Entering Usha’s room, he saw Savi (his mother) and Usha aunty had gotten up. They were sitting on the floor naked, and legs stretched with drinks and cigarettes in their hands. The sound of their husbands snoring sound asleep filled the room.

The ladies smiled at Kishen and signalled him to come over. Closing the door behind him and heading over to them, Kishen felt silly for feeling alone moments back. Kishen sat respectfully next to them, cross-legged.

“Who came?” asked Savi as she began pouring Kishen a drink.

“GeetaMa and Prateek Bhai”

“What are they doing?” asked Usha aunty.

“GeetaMa is talking with Manoj sir in the living room. And Prateek bhai is with Neetu and Deepti in Neetu’s room.”

“Ha ha, they are already at it?”

Kishen nods with a shy-naughty smile while simultaneously admiring their naked busty bodies.

“I must go and see GeetaMa. Kishen, can you get the maxi I wore from the adjacent room?” asks Usha.

“I think they still think you’re sleeping. So let it be. Let’s have some chit-chat with my son.” suggests Savi.

“Yes, I long to be alone with you two,” Kishen adds, taking a sip from his drink.

Smiling, Savi offers him her smoke, which he takes, pretending to be reluctant.

“We need to do this more often,” Kishen says.

“Easier said than done, son. We’re all busy adults,” responds Savi.

“It may be hard to bring everyone together at once, but you can have me anytime if your mom is too busy for you,” jokes Usha.

Kishen smiles and looks at his mother, who gives him an authoritative-yet-shy smile.

“Is the party over for today?” Kishen asks.

“Well, I guess so. I’m assuming you’re all flushed out, and so are your dad and Ramesh Uncle. I’m sure GeetaMa, Deepti, and Neetu will suck the last drop of cum from Prateek and Manoj sir. So, we’ll be wrapping up very soon,” says Savi.

Kishen wanted so much to convey that he’s been left hanging by GeetaMa. He’s got one or two more shots left in him. But he was hesitant to speak up. He felt the two ladies may have had enough. But then Usha says, “I wish we had more cocks.”

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

Hi, this is Pratap. I am here with another story after Sirisha Reddy’s seduction. Let’s get into the story directly without wasting time.

On the morning of a beautiful day, I got a call from my friend Sam. I received his call, and he said, “Pratap, today my wife is coming to your company for an interview.”

“What! Sirisha is coming here?” I said with joy.

“Oh, wait for a little. I know that you have your eye on my wife,” he said with his intense voice.

Yes, what he said is right. My dick stands to salute her beauty. I love fucking her.

“Hello, hello…” Sam is shouting in the call

“Yes, yes,” I said

“Pratap, I want you to play with her and I want to watch that whole play. By the way, she doesn’t know that you have eyes on her assets. She doesn’t know that you are the boss there,” Sam said firmly.

“OK, Sam, while playing, if you feel anything uncomfortable. Please let me know, OK?” I said. “Sure, Pratap!” he replied.

Our HR Nisha already conducted a written test for them. I freshened up and went to my company in time. I checked all the details about the interviews. And I found Sirisha’s name on my personal assistant candidate’s list. So, I wanted to test her sluttiness.

She is very good at written tests. And she passed the test. I said, “Nisha! Keep Sirisha as the last name to come for the interview.” She nodded yes with her head.

I did the interviews with all the remaining candidates. Then I called Nisha and said, “The interview for this woman must be dick-hardening. I want to watch her live.”

Nisha went to Sirisha and said, “Sirisha, you are the final one to attend the interview. You have already passed the written test, so you need to hear and remember the instructions carefully. Now we will blindfold you, and some of us will remove your dress and make you nude.”

“What?” Sirisha shouted. Nasha caressed her and said, “All of the remaining members also went through the same tests. Personnel assistant is an asset for a company as well as your boss. So, they will check all the aspects before recruiting you.”

Test 2

“You will enter a room in which many people will be there nude as you. Some of them are male, and some are not. But everyone is blindfolded, roaming around. They may do anything to you, like they may touch you, kiss you and even fuck you. But you have to participate like a slut. And you can do anything to them. You will be blindfolded with a VR headset. The only thing is you should not do anything that will hurt them physically or cause bleeding.” Are you ready?” Nisha asked Sirisha.

Sirisha nodded his head in OK. Meanwhile, I prepared a video call for Sam. “Now, some of our people will come to you and undress you. Wear this headset now.” Nisha informed Sirisha.

Nisha wore a headset and stood in front of the room door. Nisha signalled me to take charge. I opened the room doors and switched on her headset as she could see many people sitting there nude (VR video). I pushed her from behind to move and closed the door.

In actuality, there is no one inside the room. But I want to make her feel like she is getting undressed in front of many people. Sam is looking at us in excitement. I started undressing her, kissing her shoulder. Firstly, she moved away, but I feel like she is trying to be normal.

So I pulled her again onto me and kissed her neck. I slid my hands into her pallu and started squeezing her tits. I started sucking her ear lobes, and Nisha removed her earrings. I came sucking her shoulder, and I unpinned her pallu. Her pallu fell, disclosing her 36c-sized fleshy cleavage.

That made my dick so hard. She turned herself towards me and tried to kiss me. But the headset made her fail to take my lips. Then I sat on my knees and started kissing her belly and her navel area. Then she is pulling me onto her navel by sliding her fingers into my hair.

I kissed her navel and pulled her saree folds. At once, her whole saree fell on the floor. I started kissing her navel area, holding her petticoat by sliding both my hands into the petticoat. They went directly into her panty. “Aah, ooh,” were the moans coming out of her mouth with a loud noise.

Sam took his dick out and was rubbing it with his own hands. I turned her around towards the camera through which her hubby was looking at her. And pulled her petticoat nada. Her petticoat fell on the floor. Then I made her sit on her knees and placed my dick at her lips.

She immediately took my dick into her mouth and started sucking. Sam started stroking his dick as she was moving her lips over my dick. I slid my fingers into her hair and started moving it, looking at Sam’s eyes. His eyes are asking me to choke her breath.

I pushed my dick to her throat and started choking her breath. She got choked and taped over my thigh. I release her to get some breath and push her. I made her suck my dick.

Meanwhile, Nisha came behind her and slid her finger into Sirisha’s panty and started fingering her pussy. “Uff, aah,” Sirisha is screaming like hell. Sam is stroking his dick more and more hard, looking at his slutty wife sucking my dick.

I held her by her hair and made her stand. Nisha pulled Sirisha’s panty and started fingering with her two fingers. I was pressing Sirisha’s tits over her blouse. I turned her towards the camera and was unhooking every hook, pressing her tits. Sirisha is moaning like hell.

“Have you ever tasted your pussy?” I asked Sirisha. She replied with “No.” I signalled Nisha to make her taste. Nisha got some of Sirisha’s pussy juice with her fingers and placed them on Sirisha’s lips. She sucked them as well.

Then she started saying, “Fuck me. I don’t know who you are, but fuck me!” I pulled her blouse off and made her sit over my dick, holding her in my hands and started fucking. It’s hard to push my dick fully into her pussy in one go, as it is just right enough.

I started pushing slowly in one go, then a second. After about 8 times, my unsuccessful pushing went in. Every time I push it in, she jumps up as a jerk because she couldn’t take that whole black dick in.

After the 10th push of my dick into her pussy Sam sprayed a layer of cum over his cam. We could not see his face. I started with the slow phase and increased after every push of my dick. Her sounds also. She started like moans, and they slowly became screams.

The whole room was filled with her moans. I fucked her holding in that position for about 15 mins. Meanwhile, Nisha unhooked Sirisha’s bra. Then I made her lie on the couch as a bitch. I pushed my dick again into her pussy to fuck her in a doggy position.

First, I started fucking holding her hair, then her navel. Her ass looks like an inverted love symbol. That made my dick more and harder. Then, I started controlling her by holding her pointed nipples. I love them. As I said earlier, she has a handful of melons.

And those are bouncing like hell. After fucking her for about 7 minutes in doggy. She cum over my dick. And then she stopped enjoying it. Nisha came there and started sucking my dick. After about 3 minutes, she made me enter Sirisha again and fuck her.

I lifted her onto me and sat on a stool just in front of a mirror. I made her up and down over my dick. For about 5 minutes, I cum in her pussy. I left her there nude and informed Nisha to make her available over the lunch table as a guest was coming. She smiled at me and said OK.

Test 3

Nisha said, “You will be served as food to your boss and his guest.”

“Oh god, now? Sirisha replied. “Yes,” Nisha said.

Nisha made Sirisha lie over the dining table and placed all varieties of food over Sirisha’s bare body. Like her pussy filled with chocolate and her navel with ice cream. Her tits were covered with vada filled with coconut chutney over her nipples.

She invited me as well as my guest. My guest is none other than Sam. Sam and I came into the dining hall, where we had Sirisha over the dining table. Sam was surprised, looking at her wife nude with food over her body. Then Nisha slowly removed Sirisha’s VR headset.

Then I held her by her shoulders and pulled her towards me. I said, “Sam if you suck that chocolate fully out of her pussy, I will appoint her as my PA. And after that, she will be my asset.”

After listening to the word Sam, she opened her eyes and tried to see who it was. But to her surprise, my hardened dick readily went into her mouth. My mouth was eating these wadas over her tits, sucking and biting.

Sam started sucking all the chocolate along with my cum in her pussy. I must say he is not a pro at sucking, but he tried his best. He just made her moan a little. I placed Nisha to eat ice cream over her body. After about 15 minutes of eating, the items were fully empty.

Nisha made Sirisha sit and said to get cleaned. Sirisha was looking at her hubby. She felt fear and anger. Nisha helped her to clean Sirisha herself. I handed over her clothes and made her wear them in front of us. I welcomed my PA with a long kiss.

Sirisha looked confused. “Your hubby is my friend. Would you like to join?” She accepted my offer by kissing me in return.

“Buddy, she is your slut from today onwards,” Sam said. Looking at his wife.

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Hello friends, my name is Ritu. This is a fictional story where a well-behaved girl turns into a slave of a loan shark due to her brother’s large debts. So now, without wasting time, let’s get to the story.

I am 23 years old, and my brother is 26 years old. I live with my brother in a flat which is on rent. Our father and mother passed away in an accident a few years back.

My brother’s name is Yash. He had tried a few businesses in the past, but they also failed this time. But this time, he took a loan of 5 lakh rupees from a loan shark.

Now, he was threatening my brother for the money he owed to a loan shark. We were tense about the whole situation and were thinking now what to do. The next day, Ramesh (a loan shark) came to our house asking for money.

My brother and I pleaded with him to give us some more time. Then my brother sent me to another room. Ramesh and their brother were discussing something about loans. After some time, Ramesh left, and I asked my brother what happened. But he was not looking well.

After some time, he called me and asked me to sit and listen calmly. I was getting a little nervous about the situation. Then he said to me that Ramesh had proposed to him something by which we could pay the whole loan. He would also give us the rent for the house.

I was very happy. But it was very short-lived, as my brother told me about the proposal that Ramesh made to him. I was in shock. The proposal was that I had to become his slave for a month. I was very angry at my brother. I was shouting at him about how he was even considering this.

But then my brother said, “We had no other way. We don’t even have money left to pay the rent of the house. If we don’t pay Ramesh back by the end of this week, he will sue us, and I can go to jail.”

I was almost crying. My brother said, “It is only a month, and it will pass by. Please accept this time. We have no option left.” I accepted that I would be a slave of Ramesh for one month. I was preparing myself for what was coming now.

I will have sex with Ramesh for one month now. But who knew that it could be worse?

My brother informed Ramesh that we have accepted the proposal. He informed me to pack my bags for one month and come to the given address the next morning. I reached the address with my bag. I knocked on the door, and Ramesh’s wife opened the door.

I was a bit surprised that she also knew about the slave proposal. Her name was Jiya. Jiya showed me my room. She seriously asked me that am I was okay with being a slave for one month.

She added, “It would not be as easy as you are thinking it could be painful at several times. You will also have to drink piss as a substitute for water for a day and many more such things.”

I was shocked after hearing all this. But as for my situation, I know that I cannot reject it. I said to Jiya that I was okay with that. She asked me a final time if I wanted to leave. “This time, you can still leave. After this, you will not be able to leave for one month and will have to obey their every order.”

I agreed, and she told me to get changed and then come to the hall. I changed and came to the hall, where both Ramesh and Jiya were sitting on the sofa discussing something. They saw me.

Ramesh said, “From now on, for one month, we will be your masters. You have to obey everything that we say. If you don’t obey our commands, then we will punish you or increase the duration.”

Then, immediately, as a first command, Jiya told me to undress. I knew it was coming. I removed all my clothes, tops, jeans, bra, and panties. I was covering my pussy with one hand and my boobs with the other. She told me to stand straight as they wanted to see me properly.

Ramesh, after looking at my boobs and pussy said, “So the slut is not a virgin Someone has already enjoyed her.” Jiya stood up and came near me, and started pressing my boobs. She inserted one of her fingers in my pussy and said to Ramesh, “The slut has not had sex for a long time.”

Then Jiya told me to unbutton Ramesh’s pants and start sucking his dick. I hesitated a bit, and then she shouted fast. So I unbuttoned the pants and removed his dick from his underwear, and started licking it a bit. Ramesh was enjoying it.

I started sucking his dick, some of it, not the whole. Suddenly Jiya grabbed my hair and pushed his whole dick in my mouth. For a moment, I was not able to breathe. Then she made me suck the whole dick until Ramesh came in my mouth.

I was about to spit it out, but then Ramesh said not to spit it out and swallow it. So I drank it all. Jiya gave me a collar and said to wear it around the neck. I knew it was for the dog, but I had to wear it.

She told me to go and have some rest in the room. I started to pick up my clothes and wear them. But Jiya said, “Who permitted you to wear clothes? You have to wear only that collar until we tell you to wear something.” I took my clothes and had some rest in my room.

Jiya called me for lunch. We had lunch together, then Jiya asked me to wash dishes and then come to her in the hall. I did the dishes and then went to the hall where Jiya was watching TV. She told me to be on my knees and start licking her pussy.

She was wearing pyjamas, so I pulled them, and she was not wearing any panties. She had a clean-shaven pussy, not a single hair on her pussy. Even I, who is younger than her, didn’t have that clean pussy. I started licking it, and I did it for some time.

Then Ramesh came into the hall, saw me licking Jiya’s pussy, and smiled. Ramesh pulled down his pants, and his dick was out now. He started to rub his dick around my pussy. I was getting more and more horny because it was after a long time I would be having sex.

Then he pushed his dick into my pussy in one go, and I cried, “Aah.” Jiya grabbed my hair and pushed my head into her pussy.

Ramesh was about to cum, so he pulled his dick out of my pussy and cum on the floor Jiya also came earlier. Now Jiya ordered me to lick cum of Ramesh and clear the floor. I started licking the floor, and it was clean in 3-4 minutes.

Then Ramesh told me to come to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Ramesh told me to sit down, so I sat down. Then he said, “You should take a shower.” I agreed with him, but then he started pissing on me. He pissed all over me. This was the reason he told me to come to the bathroom.

I was feeling gross since I was pissed all over. Jiya, who saw all of this, laughed and said, “This is just the beginning, darling.” She told me to have a bath and have some rest since it was new for me. Later on, there will be no time for resting.

After a while, Jiya came to my room with a dildo in her hand and immediately asked me to spread my legs. I did as she said. She inserted it in my pussy, pulling the dildo in and out very roughly. I asked her to please be gentle. Instead, she slapped me on my ass until it was red.

I came in a few minutes, and my ass was red and hurting. Then she left. I rested, and then Jiya called me to help for preparation for dinner. Then I helped her in the kitchen for dinner. We talked. She was friendly, and she also told me that I should enjoy this instead of resisting. Otherwise, it would be painful.

After having dinner, all of was were naked and watching TV. Jiya’s boobs were bigger than mine. Then Ramesh started fucking Jiya. I was so horny even watching it that I started fingering myself. Then Ramesh switched from Jiya to me and started fucking me.

I was enjoying this very much Jiya slapped me a few times on my ass. Ramesh cum on my body. Then Jiya started to lick the cum which was on my body, and then we kissed. For the first time, I kissed a girl. I responded, and then we sat down since everyone was exhausted after this session.

Then we headed to our rooms and slept. This was the end of the first day, and I was enjoying it.

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