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Hello there readers! You might have known about the story by reading the title itself. It is the story of a young lady in her 30s, born Bengali, grew up there, and has been living a married life in New Jersey, USA for the last six years with an open-minded orthodox man of her choice.

They met each other in the USA and decided to knot their ties after having their relationship. Her hubby is Harsh from Mumbai while she is Surabhi from Kolkata. They had their own past experiences in love, lust and had been living a cheerful youth life since their college days.

Starting with the story, Harsh is quite open-minded but not that open to being cuck. It was after 4 years of happy married life going on between them without any conflicts and pure love between them. They both had their own past of having bf/gf and not being virgins and both knew about that very well.

Surabhi as a wife was pretty hot. She was liberal, had modern belief and was kind of open open-minded. She was having dates with her male friends of her choice, which Harsh hadn’t have any problems with. Harsh use to flirt with his colleagues in the office. Harsha and Surabhi were having an erotic sexual life in bed and on the outside too they were showing love to each other.

Surabhi was quite western and bit of a hot one who use to expose her big cleavage and showed off her sexy outfits everywhere she went. She was always at her fullest in wearing bikinis at beaches and posting and sharing her stuff. Harsh wasn’t that photogenic compared to Surabhi, but he never failed to pose with his sexy hot slutty wife and be with his friends.

Coming to sexual fantasies, Surabhi was satisfied sexually with her hubby and she never complained of being unsatisfied. But still, she thought she lacked more in this sexual life. She was more into making friends. She had a photographer friend named Karthi who was her boyfriend. She met him from a site and he was involved in her photoshoots.

It ended as an erotic one when Karthi proposed to her for sex and she had done that unconditionally. It was like pure love for the. Karthi was from India and visited the US sometimes to meet his cousins who lived in the same city. They both met in India and the US whenever they got the opportunity. Karthi was a bachelor of 30.

It was the end of 2022 in winter. Surabhi was busy with her work as she worked as a businesswoman. She was filled with a thirst for eroticism and was desperate to have romantic sex. Her hubby was busy with work for the last week being on a business trip and she was missing him at this point to have a sexual intimacy during this winter season with chilled drinks and lots of love.

The Indo-American wife was quite disappointed when she reminded her hubby of that. But her hubby was busy and was not caring much as he was dating his colleague in the office and he wanted to spend some time with her after a long chance.

Surabhi was missing Karthi at this point. She was active in Xham and had connected to a well-known married man in his 40s. They were texting each other for the last three months and had not met in real life. That man was living in Texas. Surabhi never took this to a real meeting as she wasn’t very convinced about meeting him as he was married.

His name was Rayan – a Tamilian who was settled in Texas for more than two decades with his wife and kids. He traveled often across the states for his business purposes. As luck had in store for him, his client from New Jersey invited him for a final negotiation. After finishing the deal in favor of him, he had still half a day more for himself.

Settled back in his hotel, he started browsing randomly and opened up Xham. Surabhi was online and he pinged her to inform her about his visit to New Jersey. Surabhi was already in a high mood and leaking between her thighs. Ryan then asked her about any plans for her to meet her. She didn’t respond. Ryan said he was there in New Jersey for that evening and asked would she take time to meet her on a small coffee date?

She accepted that. Bang on time, both were in the coffee shop. They both were in heat, expecting the other one to push the boundary a bit to get cozy.

Surabhi was looking at her best in a single-piece gown that really struggled to contain her 36D Bengali boobs in place. Her massive cleavage was showing off her well-built bosoms. Her well-toned flat abs really made her super sexy even in her early 30s. Also, her shapely bubble butt which was not so wide but very firm, looked very beautiful and cladded in a saffron hot outfit.

Ryan came in casuals. A smart businessman. He was sure that he already had her confirmed for the night. He didn’t focus much on his dressing. As soon as they identified each other in the coffee shop by their dress color, they said hi very casually, trying to hide their nervousness.

As soon as they sat down in a corner, there was an awkward silence. Then Ryan broke the ice complimenting her dress. He kept looking at her cleavage often which made even Surabhi uncomfortable. Then they ordered coffee and before they could even finish it, Ryan asked her straight, “Surabhi, would you like to see my room and relax a bit?” She hesitated but agreed and she said, “Sure.”

Then they paid the bills without even finishing their coffee and started walking toward the lift. The room was on the 45th floor and once inside the lift, Ryan started moving closer to Surabhi. He placed his hands behind her back, exactly on her bum. Surabhi looked at his eyes, surprised by his audacity.

He continued to feel her hip and well-built butt till they reached the room. Once they got inside the room, he did not even ask or talk about anything. Ryan just closed the door, held the hot Indo-American woman Surabhi by her shoulders, made her stand against the wall, leaned on her pressing her boobs by his chest, held her arms, and landed his lips straight on her lips.

Surabhi was a bit startled by his bold move, as she wasn’t into that surprise before. She was like, “Please No..!”

Ryan was in a horny mood, in no position to leave this opportunity knowing it was the right one at the right time. Sensing her resistance was weak, Ryan placed his right hand on her boobs firmly and his left hand on her shoulder to remove her gown strip without removing his lips from hers. The drinks were there on the fridge for Ryan to boost both of them in winter.

He engulfed her shoulders and neck and muffled her moans. He then pulled her toward him and started sucking and licking with his tongue playing in between. Saliva was spread generously outside the lips of both of them. It was a real wet kiss. Not less of a french one.

All the while, he was grabbing her ass from behind feeling it boldly. His hand was successful in taking off the gown strip from both arms and her gown was hanging on her half boobs now.

Ryan separated from her to see how she looked with a gown hanging on her boobs. Surabhi was breathing long. Her boobs were rising and dropping from a heated-up kiss. Her hair was completely disheveled.

Ryan placed her in front of him at the back and both his hands were on her hand and the outfit, holding and pressing her boobs. The Bengali married woman was moaning and she quickly pulled down the gown and dropped it on the floor. Her tits were flourishing from the bra. It was so sexy that Ryan couldn’t control much to give a tit-job.

Now Surabhi was standing only with her bra and panty, completely black. She was facing the wall with him at her back. Ryan’s dick was getting harder and harder every second and it was stretching his trousers. Surabhi could feel it pressing on her buttocks. Then Ryan started kissing Surabhi’s wide shoulders and back slowly while moving down. He did not miss to give her small bites and licks as he moved down.

His hands were firmly holding and pressing Surabhi’s hips. He knelt, bit her butt, held her thighs, and made her turn to the front-facing him. Surabhi turned her head down in anticipation to see what was next. Ryan felt her panty on his mouth, sided her panty, and placed his mouth exactly on her clit. Surabhi was already leaking heavily. This faster and bolder move of Ryan was making her weaker and she started shivering her legs a bit, especially her thick shiny soft thighs.

Then she held Ryan’s head by his hair and leaned completely back on the wall with her head tilted up in pleasure. Ryan was sucking on her Bengali clit very tightly by creating a vacuum in his mouth. Surabhi really found it very difficult to handle this kind of onslaught and she badly wanted to lie down and enjoy being licked up just like her hubby did. But Ryan did not let her sit also.

He created more and more pressure in sucking her clit. His hands pressed her buttocks, pulling them apart with high force so that her ass hole was visible. Surabhi couldn’t hold the pleasure anymore. She screamed in pleasure while holding Ryan’s hair tight and cummed heavily on his face.

She collapsed on the bed now, lying and facing the ceiling and breathing high with her boobs raising and falling. Ryan was seeing her and turning into an animal because of her sexy body looks. Her wide shoulders, large and firm boobs, well-built shapely hips, tight thighs, and long legs made him an animal already.

He then straightaway went and sat on her stomach with his knees on both sides of her hips. His dick was placed between her hot boobs. Without any hesitation, he spat between her boobs a huge amount of saliva. Some saliva splattered on her neck and face while spitting. It was so dirty. He placed his dick now on the saliva and Surabhi understood what he wanted and got both boobs together, giving his dick a gripping feel.

Ryan had already turned into an animal and started fucking between the Indo-American lady’s boobs. Often he was slapping on her boobs hard and sharp. In between, he also held Surabhi’s neck tight to choke her. Surabhi was enjoying this kinky treatment like a slut unleashed. The room was filled with Surabhi’s moans, Ryan’s grunts, and the noise of flesh hitting each other.

Ryan pulled out his dick from her tits and lied on her fully and started eating her mouth. From the top angle, Surabhi was not at all visible because Ryan had broad shoulders and a well-built body which had hidden Surabhi very easily. Ryan was chewing off Surabhi’s lips, cheeks, and chin. His hands were constantly massaging Surabhi’s boobs very hard and squeezing them.

He could feel her boobs slippery because of the spit and precum leaked between them. He positioned his groin right on her pubic mound and tried to split her legs with his legs. Surabhi got the cue and spread her legs wide enough for him to fuck her freely.

Then Ryan placed his 7-inch dick at the entrance of the horny Bengali woman’s cunt and pushed all 7 inches in one go. Surabhi gasped in shock although this was not the first time she was taking 7 inches. But she was not wet enough now and the rough fuck drove her crazy. Ryan kept pulling out his dick and pushing in slowly at first and faster later. Surabhi moaned in a loud voice which was good enough to hear for others outside the room, but she didn’t care.

With every thrust of dick, her boobs jiggled up and down and Ryan was mercilessly pushing the entire 7-inch every time drilling hard. Her pussy wasn’t shaved much. She was moaning and enjoying herself at the same time.

After about ten minutes of fucking in that position, Ryan pulled out completely and turned Surabhi to lie on her stomach and sat on her knees. He started splitting her butt cheeks and was trying to place his dick on her butt hole. Surabhi was exhausted and trying to get out of Ryan’s control. She was pleading, “Ryan, no, please. It’s BIG”. Ryan was in no mood to listen.

Surabhi was very much determined not to allow Ryan to fuck her ass. She struggled out of his control and got out. To avoid Ryan overpowering her again, she sided toward him at the edge of the bed and straightaway started sucking his dick. She started sucking his balls hard, making them wet. She spitting on that. She was horny and kinky in blowjobs.

Ryan went crazy. He held Surabhi’s head tightly and started moving his hip to literally fuck her mouth hard and deep throat her. Surabhi’s eyes widened at his pace and saliva flowed to the side of her lips, drooling over the cock wet. She couldn’t take it anymore and her eyes were wet taking deep inside. She was exhausted.

Then she tapped on Ryan’s thighs signaling him to slow down or stop. Ryan understood and left her head. There were multiple threads of saliva hanging between Ryan’s dick and Surabhi’s mouth looking kinky. Surabhi was gasping for breath. She felt relieved, but still, she could feel her throat convulsing and trying to adjust itself to normalcy.

Ryan stood up and went behind Surabhi, who was still in a kneeling position. He lifted the lovely Bengali woman and placed her body on the bed. Her hip was at the edge of the bed. He held her hair and pulled it back till her neck became tight. Then he placed his dick on her cunt from behind and started fucking her in doggy position. He continued his assault which Surabhi made feel pleasure and pain both. It was animalistic.

He was about to reach climax now after fucking her continuously for almost 10 minutes. Then he bent forward while fucking Surabhi in a doggy position and started massaging her clit with his thumb and index finger. That was the limit and Surabhi’s dam broke! She almost screamed and was squirting. The bed edge was almost drenched.

Ryan pulled his dick out and turned Surabhi to sit on the bed and inserted his dick in her mouth fully till the end and started cumming in her throat. Surabhi couldn’t take it and started coughing. The cum splashed outside her mouth and started flowing on her chin, cheeks, and boobs. Ryan pulled out his dick and rubbed his dick all over her face and cummed loads on her.

Both were exhausted in bed. It was super kinky that both were experienced in bed.

It was almost time for Surabhi to go. She washed her face, dressed up, and went away while Ryan was still hard on the bed laying down. Surabhi missed wearing her panty and went out down to the coffee shop where she was waiting for her hubby to sip coffee.

Harsh walked into the shop and gave a warm hug to his loving wife and then tried to kiss her lips. Despite smelling the coffee, he got the smell of cum from her mouth and he understood what happened!

On the other side, Ryan was still hungry for more sex and shagging himself with Surabhi’s panties on the bed.

Wait for the next part to see how Ryan met Surabhi again.

Hello there! I am Mandar from Delhi. I am a freelance designer. I am 26 and fairly successful for a guy my age. I earn enough money to fuck a new whore every day.

The story is a couple of years back when I used to study at Delhi College of Art.

About me, I am an average-built guy with not-so-great features. I am 5.9ft In height and have a 6-inch dick like any normal guy. No girl would notice me in the crowd if I passed by.

But, I was always observant of others, like a high-functioning psychopath. I was very experimental in bed and also an expert in trapping girls into having sex with me. I used to do nasty things to them in both public and private places. And I could hold my cock from ejaculating for a lot of time.

The story I am about to narrate is an absolutely real one that happened in my college. I was in my 3rd year at that time. I had a girlfriend who I just used as a toy to fuck. Whenever my dick would get hard, I would find her and use one of her holes to dump my cum.

I was already bored of her, but it was always better than jerking my cock. So while fucking her, I didn’t even use to look at her. She loves me, so she was okay with that.

Coming to the story:

We had just finished our exams. I desperately wanted to relieve my stress in a girl’s hole. But since my exam went well, I wanted a new whore to satisfy my urges. I waited in college after the exam. I was sitting on the stairs and watching the girls passing by.

I could imagine spanking their busty asses, pinching their nipples, slapping their fleshy thighs. And after a while, my eyes fell on Pratiksha. She was my classmate. She was a busty and fat, lusty body. I don’t care much about how beautiful my whore is. I just wanted someone I can manipulate and fuck.

So, a little bit about Pratiksha. She was the same year as I was but studied Fashion Design. She had huge busty boobs the size of melons. Her ass was humongous and bounced each time she put a step forth. She was cute and fair.

She was very popular in college. A good student and a teacher’s pet. She was also her class representative. She loved flaunting her busty body. That day, she was wearing tight black leggings and a loose shirt. But her boobs were clearly bursting out of the fabric through the cleavage.

My mind started imagining all the things I could do to her right here in college. I could make her my bitch without using much force. She passed down the stairs where I was sitting.

I ran to the college medical store. It was a small shop run by a local guy, Abdul, who was a pervert. I used to befriend such folks since they would do anything for money and pussy.

Me: Abdul bhai, how are you?

Abdul: All good, sir! How can I help you today?

I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a hundred rupee note. I slid it to him on the counter.

Me: Ye rakh. (Keep this.)

Abdul got the hint that I was planning something.

Abdul: Have you found a new whore this time?

Me: Don’t ask too many questions. I have managed a pussy for both of us. You can have your way with her.

Abdul was overjoyed. I could see the lust flowing in his eyes.

Me: Now go and get me the snack

Abdul sneaked into his store and pulled out a small polythene bag for me. It was a metal butt plug.

Abdul: Here it is! Let me know what else you need.

Me: Be ready with a condom. I will call you in an hour.

I went back to the college building. I knew the fashion design department very well. It was on the fourth floor. I went there and stood in the corridor in front of Pratiksha’s class.

I peeped in. She was there. She was sitting on a chair with her legs on the table.
My god! Her ass could not fit on the chair. Her boobs were going up and down as she was breathing.

She was fiddling on her phone and talking to other girls in there. There were a load of cute and sexy chicks in that class. But I don’t care. I just wanted Pratiksha for no reason.

Being a psychopath, I had a lot of patience to get what I wanted. My mouth was watering by just looking at her. Without wasting any time, I went to her. I had never interacted with her before. But I wasn’t nervous at all.

Me: Hey, Pratiksha, I need some help.

Pratiksha was slightly surprised to see me interact with her with such confidence in our first meeting.

Pratiksha: Yeah, Yeah, sure. I mean

Me: Can you come out a bit? I had written a thesis paper on 19th Century Fashion and its Contemporary effect. Can you review it?

I was good! I was very intellectual when it came to academics. There was no thesis, actually, but I knew what would get her comfortable.

Pratiksha: Wow! Didn’t know you took an interest in Fashion!

Me: Oh, it’s just a hobby. It’s a pretty fascinating area of study.

She was impressed and started walking with me. Now, we both were in the corridor. There were a lot of other students around there.

I gave her the book. She took it and opened it with fascination. It had drawings that engaged her.

Pratiksha: Where is the thesis?

Me: Oh, it’s on the subsequent pages.

She started flipping the pages. This was my chance.

Me: Hey, Pratiksha, there is something on your nose.

And quickly, I put the butt on the book.

Prariksha: Wtf Mandar!

She picked the butt plug in her hand

Me: You don’t like it?

Pratiksha: Why are you carrying this? What do I do with this?

I stepped a bit back. And quickly took a photo of her holding the butt plug.

*click click*

Pratiksha: Hey, what the hell!

Me (with an evil smirk ): SECRET OF PRATIKSHA’S BIG BUBBLY BUTT. How fun would it be to circulate this pic?

Pratiksha: Hey, listen, go fuck yourself.

Me (calmly): Or why don’t I fuck you today?

Pratiksha: Drop dead. Bye

Me: Okay then. Sending the photo

Pratiksha: Hey, dont! I am contesting the council elections this year! The photo will ruin my chances. Don’t send it, please.

I could sense she was panicking. So a little bit I have learnt. Even a small stain on the public image is fearful for a college like mine.

Me: Well, I just want a cum dump for an hour. And we would be okay.

Pratiksha: Why me? But I am sure you can get as many sluts as you want with your charm.

Me: Manipulation gives me a high and gets me hard.

Pratiksha looked at me with awe. I looked back calmly.

Pratiksha: Just one handjob. And we are done.

Me: I make the rules here, Pratiksha. Here is how it’s going to go.
1. I take you to the medical store in the basement.
2. You make me cum with your mouth first.
3. Then I cum in your ass once.
4. Then I fill your face.

Pratiksha was angry. I could clearly see. But she got no reaction from me.

Pratiksha: Let’s get it done with you moron.

Me: Oh, I missed one small detail.

Pratiksha: Now, what is it?

Me: Abdul from the medical store will have a tour of your pussy before we go down.

Pratiksha was dumbstruck.

Pratiksha: What the fuck Mandar. I am not a whore of some kind.

Me: Suit yourself. Be a whore or be the laughingstock of the college.

And I started walking away. Pratiksha became restless and shouted: Hey!

She walked towards me with a calm posture. She came extra close to me and grabbed me by my balls. Her eyes were slutty, and her grip was firm.

Pratiksha: Bring it on, baby.

I walked towards the end of the corridor to the washrooms. But with a slight push, I gently directed her to the men’s washroom.

Me: Everything is going to be alright after a while.

I closed the door of the men’s washroom behind me. I leaned her on the basin counter and took my phone out. I called Abdul.

Me: Abdul, come to the men’s washroom on the fourth floor.

Abdul: Coming in two minutes, sir.

I could feel the excitement in his voice. Meanwhile, I made Pratiksha sit on the floor. Our washrooms were super clean. She was sitting on the floor with her back leaning on the door. I sat exactly opposite her, staring directly into her eyes.

I put my hand on her thigh and started caressing it. I was looking directly into her. In a minute, there was a knock on the door. It was Abdul.

Since the Fashion department had all the girls in it, no one really used the men’s washroom on the fourth floor. It was my personal fuck-room.

I invited Abdul in. Abdul was in his thirties. Well built but dumb. I had my leash on him. He used to be drunk on syrups most of the time.

Me: Abdul, you got 11 minutes to do whatever you want with her. She will have to be my slave after that.

Abdul was mad with joy. Without even responding to me, he directly went on his knees and unzipped his pants. And became completely naked. He pulled Pratiksha towards him and made her lie on the floor on her back.

Pratiksha saw everything but couldn’t move. Abdul pulled down her leggings to her ankles. He spat heavily all over her crotch. Multiple times. He wore the condom. He lubed his fingers with his spit and pushed three fingers in her pussy.

Abdul: Bro, where find you find this whore? She is very wet and loose.

He came on top of her. Then with one hand, he placed his dick on her cunt and pushed it in with one stroke.

Pratiksha smiled: Hey, Mandar, your lapdog has a fine cock. Don’t disappoint me later.

Me: I don’t care about you. I want my dick drained.

He then placed both his hands on her boobs. And started fucking her like a mad dog. Her body was moving to and fro on the ground. Abdul was crushing her tits. Pratiksha was now completely mesmerised. The room was filled with the sound of Abdul’s crotch hitting her thighs. Thap thap thap thap

Abdul was nowhere near to cumming. He still kept fucking Pratiksha continuously without slowing down. Pratiksha uttered, “Oh yeah, just like that.” Abdul pushed his tongue down her mouth. He was completely enjoying her body.

I sat on the basin counter and started watching Abdul fucking the living hell out of Pratiksha’s pussy. I took out my phone and clicked some pictures of Abdul fucking Pratiksha.

Me: Abdul, you got 2 minutes before she wakes up.

Abdul: Almost there, dude. Her cunt is loose and used

Abdul lifted Pratiksha’s legs, took them on his shoulders and started thrusting massive strokes. He increased his speed higher and, with a loud moan, came hard in his condom. He stayed in the same position for a while.

I was getting a hard-on in my pants after this. It was my turn soon. Abdul got dressed up and left. I put her leggings back in their place and made sure Pratiksha was all dressed well.

Pratiksha had a sly smile on her face. Now, we were again standing in the crowd-filled corridor. She was adjusting her shirt and leggings. She looked here and there. There were a lot of people in the corridor.

I was walking behind her. I had a clear view of the ass. I was going to bang in a few minutes. We got out of our building and came to the medical store. We stood near the counter.

Abdul was sitting in the store on his chair.

Abdul: Hello, what can I do for you?

Me: Get out of the shop for an hour. I want to fuck this bitch in your store. Here is a hundred.

Abdul: Of course! I will go for an hour. I have kept the condoms and lubes in the fanny pack on the counter.

Pratiksha: You are insane

Me: Well, Abdul is like my pet. I let him have the taste of the snack

Pratiksha: Let’s get this done with, you asshole.

I grabbed her ass and pushed her inside the store. Abdul closed the shutter. Now, it was just me and Pratiksha in the 10 x 10 room filled with medical supplies. I sat on an old rusty chair. It creaked.

Me: Hey whore! Get down here and suck my cock.

Pratiksha had no other option. She got down on her knees. I could see her busty cleavage from my eye level. She unzipped my pants. My cock sprung up erect. Her eyes widened. She bent towards me and took my cock in her mouth. Her lips were super soft. I could feel her moist tongue on my skin.

Her head was going up and down and up and down. She was definitely an expert. I held her by her hair and pushed her on my cock. I choked her. She was not able to breathe. I was not letting her go. She started trembling. Her hands were clutching my thighs hard.

I caressed her back with my other hand. She was going wild. Her movements became brisk. She was now pushing her head harder on my cock. She started caressing my thighs. I let her head go. She got up and started coughing. She was breathing heavily. Her tits were going up and down. Her eyes were watering.

Me: Come back, bitch! Who told you to stand up?

Pratiksha (with a smirk): Oh! I thought you already came.

She was licking her lips.

Me: Oh, babe! We are just getting started.

I got up and went near her. I grabbed her tits with my bare hands and crushed them with vicious force. She screamed. I kept on crushing them. She started hitting me.

Pratiksha: You asshole, I am hurting. Do it right if we are to bang each other.

Without a warning, I ripped her shirt. The buttons came out on the floor. Her milky boobs were staring right at me. My cock was impatient now. Pratiksha was standing in awe. I went behind her and punched her ass cheeks like a punching bag. I punched very hard.

Pratiksha: What are you doing, you animal?

Me: Don’t move, you bitch. I own you for an hour.

Now punches have changed to spanks. Loud and hard spanks.

Pratiksha: Aah, Mandar!

I pulled her leggings down to her ankles. Now, she was just in her panties and bra. I started spanking her ass again. It was a big ass. My one hand could not cup one ass cheek. I spanked harder. I counted 50 in my mind. I spanked her 50 times.

She was tired. She leaned forward to the counter. Her ass was red with my handprints all over it. She was panting and sobbing. I went behind her and hugged her like a thirsty, crazy person. I started cupping and crushing her boobs from behind. My cock was rubbing on her ass.

I was licking her bare shoulders. I sucked her earlobes. She let out a moan. I knew she had started to love it. But I wanted to see her hurt. I pushed her head. And pulled her ass towards me. I ripped her panties and tore them.

I stuffed the panties in her mouth. I didn’t want her to make noises. I spat on my fingers and stuffed 3 of them in her ass directly. She clutched her butt and was trying to scream really hard. Her ass was tight, and my fingers tore it apart.

She was moaning loudly.

Me: It is just getting started, Pratiksha! Open your asshole for me.

Pratiksha removed the panty from her mouth and let out a pleasurable moan.

Pratiksha: What are you …. not in my ass…

Me: Oh, shut up. Now I want you to beg me to destroy your ass.

Pratiksha: My ass is too dry. Can you atleast get a lube or atleast Vaseline?

SLAP

I have a tight spank on her ass. The hardest till now.

Pratiksha: Aaah!

Me: Beg, you bitch

Pratiksha: Ah fuck my ass, Mandar. I want you to deflower my tight ass. Tear it apart.

Me: Now, I want you to spread your asshole for me

Pratiksha tried to part her ass hole with her fingers. I spat on her ass and rubbed it all over her ass cheeks. I lubed my cock with the fluid that Abdul had left for me. I bent Pratiksha over the counter and crushed her ass with my two hands, and parted her legs.

And without any warning, I stuffed my whole cock inside her. Pratiksha gave a wild scream. She was in a lot of pain. I started giving massive strokes. I usually count 50 strokes. This helps me last longer.

I thrust harder and harder. I squeezed her boobs from behind. Her ass was tight. She was an anal virgin.

Me: So slut, how are you doing there?

Pratiksha: Aaah, it hurts. I wont be able to walk after this.

Me: So crawl, bitch

I was counting 24, 25, 26, 27…

She was now completely weak and was leaning on the counter for support. She stopped reacting. Her asshole was turning red. It was swollen. I kept fucking it. I held her throat from behind. She collapsed on the counter.

I pulled my dick out. It was oozing fluids. She was now lying on the floor naked with her panties on her heels.

Pratiksha: Aaah, make me sloppy daddy.

I turned her and made her lie on her stomach. I gave her 20 spanks to wake her up.

Me: Time to sow my seed in your hole, babe

I parted her pussy lips. And came on top of her. I placed my cock on her pussy and punched it inside her cunt. I started thrusting hard strokes. One after the other. I kept fucking her for 20 minutes without any break. In the same position.

I was about to cum. I turned her over and rubbed my cock on her face. I let a huge cumshot on her mouth and nose. I filled her nostrils and mouth with my juice. I lay on top of her busty body for warmth.

I called Abdul in.

Me: Abdul, do you have any wishes?

Abdul: Sir, a last blowjob from her would be good.

Pratiksha winked at him slyly. She was in no state to stand up and do the mouthful, but her eyes lit up like a rabid dog.

Me: Of course! Let’s get this bitch up.

We both got her on her knees. I held her hair, and Adbul shoved his cock inside her mouth. I kept fucking her mouth. After 5 minutes, she took a load of juices in her mouth. We let her lie down for 5 minutes.

Me: Pratiksha, get out of here, or I will start your photoshoot again.

Pratiksha looked for her clothes and started wearing them. She was out of undergarments. Her face looked like that of a cheap street whore, with her eyeliner flowing down her cheeks.

Pratiksha: Hey, Mandar, next time, just ask, lol.

She went out of the door and left. I could see her limping. She was barely able to walk. And she forgot to wipe my cum from her leggings.

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This story is the sequel to the series ‘Ashok fucks Mom again.’

After Dad and Ashok departed to Qatar, Mom started her job at Rajesh’s House as an assistant. She didn’t have much to do than arrange his files and meetings. Also, Rajesh seemed to be a decent man.

They had a spare room for me where I could watch movies and play video games on the large monitor. The monitor was also linked to the CCTV camera of the office where Rajesh and his Mom used to sit.

Out of curiosity, I used to peek into the screens when Mom and Rajesh were alone. I could see Rajesh making futile attempts to get close to Mom, but she wouldn’t budge. Rajesh was not as cunning as Ashok, and hence, he gave up after some time.

On Ashok’s advice, Rajesh asked me to ask when Mom can be coerced into lovemaking. I told him she was very orthodox and gullible. I shared an incident. Ashok had told her not to wear a bra as it’s bad for women after their thirties. He would suck her tits when he would come home in his office breaks.

The next day, I saw that the office furniture was moved to a different room. A small temple with an idol I could barely recognize. Rajesh’s Mom came hugging my Mom, saying, “You have brought good luck. Rajesh has good clients now, and his success is all because of you joining.”

She said that they believe in a tantrik pooja. The Guru has asked that the woman who is responsible for Rajesh’s success should do a special ritual for ten days.

“You need to do this pooja without clothes in the early morning and evening. You will need to do that alone or with your husband or the man in your life you love. If you two can spend a night in the pooja room for a night, it will bring good luck for both of you. But as Sreedhar is in Qatar, I can understand. I have asked Rajesh if he can join you. Only if you are comfortable.”

Mom was elated about how they appreciated her for bringing good luck. She seemed happy but also confused. I could understand what was conspired. But I was also sure it was difficult to execute as Rajesh and Mom are still not close.

Mom was helping Rajesh’s Mom, Nattiamma, to put brass lamps, lights and white sheets to cover the office walls and corners around the temple. Nattiamma was also trying to persuade Mom to allow Rajesh in the room during the pooja. I saw Nattiamma leave the room, and Rajesh entered.

I knew Rajesh was plotting something. Mom was trying to put decor in the corner of the room where a bed was placed. I left the room to check if I could peek into the CCTV camera screens. To my surprise, there were two cameras set in the room, one near the temple and one near the bed.

Rajesh hugged Mom from behind and tried to plant kisses on her neck. She seemed not comfortable. But something that Nattiamma said had convinced Mom. Rajesh pulled her pallu off her bosom and started removing the buttons of her blouse. She was not wearing a bra as usual.

Rajesh pinned her to the bed and uncased her sweaty tits. Her nipples were not firm yet. They would be when Ashok used to make out with her. But she allowed Rajesh to access each of them. He relished chafing the brown skin of her nipple in his mouth.

Rajesh proceeded towards her lips to kiss. To my shock, I could see a car approaching the other CCTV screen. When I looked at the number plate, it was Ashok. Mom had moved her face away initially when Rajesh was trying to kiss her but gave away after his frequent attempts.

My heart was racing as Ashok was almost at the door. Mom was alerted as Ashok opened the door. Rajesh didn’t notice a third person’s presence. But lost grip of her lips as she started to put her blouse on.

“Rajesh!” Ashok called out his name so he could notice his presence. Somehow, Ashok felt threatened and wanted to show this prowess and control over Mom. He kept his luggage aside and started removing his blazer. He hurriedly dropped his pants and underwear and proceeded towards Rajesh and Mom.

Rajesh was a bit petrified to see Ashok heading half naked. Mom could barely wake up when Ashok pushed her back to the bed. He stood close to her face on the bed as she looked at him upward, to his hanging penis and balls. He was erect, and his balls had assumed the smallest size.

Without thinking a second, he started rubbing his dick head on her lips. She knew she was being punished for making love with Rajesh. I felt a bit degrading of her as she started licking his pee hole and then sucking his shaft. His buttock muscles compressed as he started to gag her with his huge, monstrous gun.

I couldn’t see if he really ejaculated. But he settled down to kiss her lips to calm her down as he could see her crying out of shock. Rajesh was too embarrassed by what he witnessed. He left the room and closed the door behind him. I was not shocked.

Ashok always loved to take control of Mom in another man’s presence. He just couldn’t do that with Dad but have fucked Mom secretly when Dad was home. After a while, Ashok kissed her mouth, making love and chit-chatting. He stood up as Mom lay flat with her eyes closed, her head on the pillow.

He rose and turned around to the other side, his ass facing her face and legs spread wide over her chest. His butt crack settled on her nose, and his balls on her mouth. Mom slowly started to let his hot sack sink into her partly open lips. Ashok swivelled and ground his ass cheeks on her nose and mouth.

He adjusted his anus and shaft in intervals to feed her both equally. Her face was engulfed in his pubic hair. He was obediently using her tongue to wipe his butt and balls clean. I knew she was going to feed his piss. It is something I had seen them doing in the bathroom.

But this time, he went right in her mouth. He started with a huge jet that overflowed from her jaw. He controlled his flow as she gulped down the hot liquid down her throat. I could see them proceed to wash each other in the bathroom. As they exited, I could see Mom in Ashok’s arms butt naked.

He might have returned the favours in the bathroom, and I was curious how. I swapped the CCTV screen channel before Mom entered the room. “Saajan, I am going to do the pooja in the morning. So we will not be going home today.” Curiosity has crowded my mind about what is going to happen tomorrow.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I could hear Ashok and Rajesh chatting. They were having drinks and laughing.

“You had three months, and all you could do was kiss? You are even worse than Shreedhar,” I heard Ashok breaking into laughter. He said this to Rajesh. “You just watch me tomorrow. Who all are coming for morning pooja?” asked Ashok.

“Morning will be just me, Saajan and my mother,” Rajesh replied

“Is your Mom aware of the plan?”Ashok, lighting up the cigarette, looked at Rajesh. “Yeah. She believed what Pandit said. He said, “Revathi needs to sleep with the man she loves after pooja, and it will bring good luck.” Rajesh was a bit shocked.

“Sounds like a plan. Need to see the expiry of my condoms? It has been a while, haha!” Ashok winked. Rajesh’s face had dropped by then. Someone else was executing his master plan.

The next morning, at 6 a.m., I saw Ashok and Rajesh wearing white dhotis and Rajesh’s mother wearing a saree. Mom was in the pooja room. The door was closed, and I could see the room was lit up with lamps. As I was forced to attend the pooja, I could barely see what was happening.

The pooja song played, and I could see Mom humming inside the office room. This continued for 30 minutes. Rajesh’s Mom moved forward and knocked on the door.

“Revathi, just keep the door open. Only I will come inside to help you wear the saree,” she said from outside.

“Nattiamma, you need good luck for Rajesh? Let me go in.” Ashok stopped her from entering. Rajesh’s Mom was a bit perplexed. But before she could say anything, Ashok pushed the door open.

We could see a beautiful black idol and two big lamps. Mom was fully naked, with just golden ornaments on her ears, hands and waist, and held a pooja thali in her hand. Ashok bowed down to the cult god and then to Mom. She was shocked because she didn’t expect him to come inside in everyone’s presence.

She tried to cover her boobs with a pooja cloth as she kept the thali aside and hid her pussy with her left palm. Ashok took a ladoo from the prasad bowl and offered her to eat. She coyly took and bite, and Ashok interjected her mouth with a kiss.

His tongue darted inside her lips, along with the half-eaten ladoo. His huge mouth started swallowing her tender lips. He grabbed her voluptuous butt as he continued to kiss. He gave soft bites to her nose as he tilted his head to grip her lips again. They devoured the sweet laddu and each other at that moment.

I was right there, watching my Mom getting kissed, naked. The ritual seemed ominous, if not for me but for Rajesh, who wished he could get a chance.

What do you think will be Ashok’s next move?

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“So you guys have run away from your wives and are here peddling drugs to young girls?” I asked jokingly.

He was very appreciative of my beauty and was fawning over my attire. I did add by accentuating my breasts by bringing my arms closer to the sides.

“Nothing like that. We came out to party after closing a recent deal in town. Well, you looked really nice, so I approached. But yes, I am married and have a kid back in Bangalore, while Ilyas here is a divorcee,” said Prakash. He spoke after snapping out of the trance my cleavage had on him.

“So you’re here hitting on girls for him then as a wingman?” I asked with a wink to Ilyas.

“Areh nahi, I was showing him how to talk to girls and get out there. Didn’t realize it would work so fast,” Prakash laughed while downing his drink. He asked me if I wanted something as he ordered at the bar.

“So you showed him, and considering it was successful. What were you going to do? Hand me over to him, or continue with me?” I asked in a flirtatious tone

“Well, I would have introduced him, but now I’m interested also,” Prakash, looking at me, said. I could see his eye hovering over my cleavage again. I made sure to keep propped up.

“So then what would happen to poor Ilyas here?” I asked.

“He’s not so poor considering how well he gets women. Don’t go by his calm demeanour. He’s what I call the silent Casanova,” Prakash commented, pointing at Ilyas.

“Anyway, you would have come with friends, right? You would have then introduced him to one of them, and it would be a win-win,” continued Prakash, with no intention of allowing Ilyas to join the conversation.

Ilyas just kept quiet while he looked me up and down, pretty much undressing me with his eyes. He was tall like Prakash with greying hair and was clean-shaven. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans with a blazer and would have looked out of place. But he was carrying the style well.

I walked over to Ilyas and got in the middle of them. I faced the bar and said, “So with all this hypothesis, we’re still not on the main topic then. I may have a friend, but the question is, who should I introduce her to? Who should I continue flirting with.”

“You can continue flirting with both of us. We don’t mind. Who do you want to flirt with if your friend comes and you have to choose?” said Ilyas, showing his sharp wit.

I almost blushed, but I replied, “I don’t mind if my friend doesn’t come, and I get both of their attention.”

We laughed together and continued chit-chatting. Prakash kept his hand on my waist to check the waters, which I allowed.

Sunaina came after some time, and I introduced her to them. We both excused ourselves for the washroom. I had to fill her in on the men I was talking to while I had to know what she was up to.

“Arre, he was boring after he came, and I left him there. What are you planning to do with these oldies or what?” she asked

“They seem fun, experienced and have fun stuff with them,” I advocated

“Tere na ye daddy wale fetish na bohut zyada ho raha hai.” (Your daddy figure fetishes getting out of hand?) she said with a laugh. We walked back to the table with the men.

“Tereko kaunsa chalega?” (Which one works for you?) I asked as we decided.

“I’ll take the blazer guy, as I’m not into the whole balding thing. I leave uncle to you,” she said in a whisper as we reached the table.

“So Ilyas, Sunaina is really interested in your take on food choices. Maybe you can guide her to order better for us,” I laughed as it was like an indirect nudge to who focuses on whom.

I got closer to Prakash, who was observing Sunaina and Ilyas talk while he looked at me. He said, “I need a wingman like you in my life.”

“Aren’t you married?” I giggled. He looked at me and replied that he likes to explore women who are open to it outside of marriage.

We ordered some food and drinks as the party continued. You could feel the sexual tension in the room. Some couples decided to get closer and start heading out slowly. You could see the nervous glances of the boys. Maybe they succeeded in fishing a good girl to experience sex finally.

It definitely was rubbing off on me. I was still wet from all the pent-up sexual tension and drinks. I was allowing Prakash to have one hand rub all around my exposed navel as I sat next to him.

Ilyas and Sunaina were also busy in conversation. I moved my hand under the table to Prakash’s crouch to find a nice hard tent as I checked. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to come with us to our Hotel? We can continue our party there. I have some nice recreational treats you can try.”

I agreed and signalled Sunaina. I said, “I think Prakash has a nice surprise for us at his hotel, so would you both like to join us?”

Sunaina eyeballed me, knowing full well what I meant and looked over at Ilyas. We got up, and our men led us to the valet parking. Ilyas went to cover the bill. Prakash had his hand on both Sunaina’s and my hip, and he led us out. I slid his hand lower so he was now holding my butt over the ghaghra.

As the valet bought the SUV, we realized both these men would be pounding us tonight in some fancy 5-star hotel room. If we both weren’t such sluts we would have scared been scared. But we were prepared and needed this.

Since Ilyas doesn’t drink, he was driving. I nudged Sunaina to sit in the front while Prakash and I got in the back seat. The harrier has very large seats in the back. But I made sure I was pushing myself more towards Prakash. He was sitting behind Sunaina’s seat.

As we got on our way, I slowly turned to Prakash and bit his ears. He flinched and looked at me with lust. He put his arms around my waist to draw me closer. His other hand fondled my breasts over my blouse. I moved our bags to the other side of the seat.

I slowly lifted my leg on the seat with my white heels on to lift my ghaghra a little. I raised my body to start removing my thong panties. Prakash’s eyes were focused on the legs and upper thighs. I slowly slid my white lace thong off over my heels and handed it to him.

He looked at the panties like a child with a new toy. I smelled them as he moved his hand to my blouse back and one to my waist. He whispered that my panties felt wet. He hoped he could flood my juice out of my pussy tonight. Ilyas and Sunaina were busy talking, and the radio was playing.

I put my hand into his pants by loosening his strap and slid into his underwear to feel his hard rod. He kissed my cheeks, and we kissed. My blouse had a nice design feature to untie from the front. He quickly found it and pulled before I could say anything.

The blouse separated to reveal my 34c brown nipples and milk jugs. Thankfully, we were behind Sunaina, who was unaware of what had happened. But Ilyas saw us suddenly with a rearview mirror. Mine and his eyes met while Prakash was busy fondling my breasts. I winked and turned for him to see my breasts.

He gulped and was trying to focus on the road. But I knew he wanted to see the show. Prakash had now lifted me onto his lap as he wanted to suck my breasts. Sunaina felt the sudden movements. She turned to find my leg spread over Prakash’s lap, my blouse open.

I held the back seat headrest while Prakash had his face in my breasts. She yelled, saying, “Arre, hotel tak to ruk jatte! Yahan raste mein hi shuru kar diya!” (You guys should have waited to reach the Hotel! You started here on the streets only!)

Ilyas quickly turned the car into a side lane to find a dark spot to avoid people seeing anything. He found some dark alley parked and turned around, saying, “You’ll get us caught, Prakash! Take this to the room!”

Prakash looked from the side of my arms and said, “Ilyas, I couldn’t control she’s too hot! Can you give us 15 minutes? Take a quick walk, both of you and come back, please.” He looked at Sunaina and said, “Do you want to step out? Maybe get a smoke?”

She agreed, and both stepped out of the car. The door closed to turn off the cabin lights, and Prakash went into action. I was kneeling on the seat on his lap with my legs across his body. He lifted my ghagra from the front as he faced me to find my pussy.

He slid his pants along with his underwear. He revealed his cock of fat girth with little pubic hair at the bottom of the shaft. He quickly took out a condom from his pocket. He put it on his cock with my help as he sat me down on his thick desi married cock.

I was wet, but I felt him go into my pussy, stretching my hole to the sides. I settled on him. His hand went from the front under my ghagra to around my butt cheeks. He used them to grip me and start his pelvis thrust. I had his cock inside me, and I started moaning loudly due to its girth.

I asked quickly, “I know it’s too late now to ask, but how old are you?” He paused and looked at me. He started to move his cock in and out while saying.

“Old enough to be your father, bitch! You like that, don’t you? A man double your age is fucking you in his car and taking you to hotels like the good slut you are! I’m 47, and I’ll fuck you like  an older man and you will enjoy it completely!”

His aggression grew as he started thrusting his cock inside my wet pussy. I moaned and said, “Yes, I like to be a slut to older men! Do you want to be my daddy and fuck me?” He started grunting. I allowed him to thrust his cock into me faster while he started sucking on one of my breasts.

“Aah!” is all I could say as we both started moving in a rhythm. His hand was on my butt cheeks. He spread them and pushed his finger into my butthole. Ilyas forgot to keep the engine on, so the closed car became a hot sex chamber. We kissed and were sweating.

His tongue explored my entire mouth as his cock went deep into my pussy. The smell of sex, the motion of the thrusting and the taste of alcohol filled my mind and body. The thrusting became faster. He pushed two fingers from each hand into the butthole.

He used the remaining to grab my butt cheeks and spread them as he pulled me onto his cock. I was in bliss. I pushed him away and arched backwards. My head was going backwards between the two front seats. He grunted in an animalistic way to get my pussy to bounce faster on his cock.

I held the headrests of the front seat as I moaned, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” My pussy was welling with pleasure. The panoramic roof of the harrier was open to show the glass. I could see the stars in the sky. My lower body was in control of Prakash.

He was grunting and not even saying anything understandable as he was about to cum.  “Aah!” was what he grunted as he came into the condom. It turned warm inside, and I could feel a warm bladder in my pussy. As he finished, he pulled me closer to him. My face levelled with him, and he kissed me.

As I got off him, his cock came out to reveal the white cream in the top part of the condom. I started removing the condom as soon as he let me. As I slipped it off with some layer of cum on his cock I bent over and licked his cock shaft from top to bottom to get the layer in my mouth as he moaned.

I then showed him the condom with his cum and raised it over my mouth as I slowly drained it into my mouth. The dense white cum threaded into my mouth. He looked at me with a mesmerizing gulp. I poured his salty love juices into my mouth.

I discarded the condom outside the window and turned to show him his cum in my mouth. I then proceeded to swallow it.  “Thanks for the dessert,” I said seductively. He was trying to snap out of the enigma of seeing a cumslut like me consume his cum.

He grabbed me by my waist to start sucking my breasts again. “What an amazing cumslut you are? Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” I pushed him away and said, “It’s enough for now, as people are waiting for us outside.” I pushed him outside the car, telling him to check on Sunaina and Ilyas.

I tied up my blouse front and fixed my makeup. He got out while getting his pants up and his kurta fixed. While I got my makeup fixed, he walked ahead to look for them. I caught my breath and realized how hot the car cabin had become. The smell of sex and sweat was apparent.

I still was not satisfied, but I was not taking a chance of getting caught in the car. I’d rather go to a hotel room with them than get arrested. I fixed my ghagra. I stepped out of the car with my heels in my hand as I tried to put them on. I looked to the right.

I saw Sunaina walking towards me, smiling and saying, “Hotel tak nahi ruk payi tu? Idhar hi lund lena tha tereko?” (Couldn’t you wait to reach the Hotel? You wanted a cock here only?) She handed me a bottle of water.

I straightened up and drank it to wash down the taste of cum and said, “Kya karu garmi bohut hai.” (What to do as I’m in heat). I winked at her the same way she had at the Hotel.

Prakash and Ilyas started walking towards the car. Ilyas looked at me, “I hope there’s no more planned session while I start driving again.” I winked at him, saying, “I can’t promise anything. But I do know you enjoyed the show.”

He told Prakash to sit in the front seat while sending Sunaina to the back to avoid any other shenanigans. As he started the car, both I and Sunaina were trying to get some of the stuff at the back arranged to find my white lace thong.

She giggled. I whispered in her ear to take her off also as we drove towards the Hotel. She obliged as I took it and put one each of our panties through the leg holes onto the gear shift module. Both Ilyas and Prakash were taken aback. Prakash took both and smelt them, saying, “Sweet fragrances of pussy.”

The car made its way to the Hotel. Prakash was put up there. It was apparent it was going to be a long night of adventures, beauty, passion and laughter (Hasya).

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This series is a sequel to ‘Anita’s Family Incest Treasures.’ In this series, Deepa’s husband’s cousin Anita seduces Deepa’s brother Rohit and plans Deepa and Rohit’s fucking.

After women had completed feeding men, it was the turn of men to feed women. Women were seated, and men stood up and took plates and filled them with dishes.

Rohit remained seated and asked Sushma, “Aunty, can I feed you while seated?” He was scared to stand up. He had a massive hard-on, which was apparent in his tight shorts. All attempts to make it go down were futile. He tried to divert his mind by thinking about the boring lectures of college.

The sight of Sushma’s ripe melons made it ineffective. Sushma laughed, “You are so young? You can’t stand for a short time? See, I am your mom’s age, and I fed you, standing.”

Reluctantly, he stood up and took the plate. Sushma’s eyes were riveted on the bulge in his shorts. She acted as if she didn’t notice. Rohit’s torture continued. Sushma’s face was in front of his crotch, and her ample cleavage was visible from a good vantage point.

Even the mole on the right tit was clearly visible. His cock stretched to the maximum. Sushma commented to Deepa, “Deepa, your brother is no longer a small boy. It is time to get him married.” Everyone laughed.

Deepa also laughed and said, “No, aunty, even after he becomes a granddad, he will remain my kid brother.”

Finally, dinner was over. Dessert was Gulab jamun. They sat for a while, talked and bid good night. Atul waited for his mom to go upstairs and whispered in Rohit’s ear, “Keep it ready. Anita will join you as soon as my mom falls asleep.”
Rohit waited naked and with an erect cock, impatiently.

After five minutes, Anita came in. Rohit jumped like a hungry lion, ripped off her clothes and said, “I am too horny, can’t wait for licking, sucking, I want to fuck.”

Anita pushed him onto the bed and said, “I am ten times hornier than you. My pussy is pouring juices and crying for your cock.” He impaled her pussy on his cock and started riding fast.

Rohit started mauling her tits and asked, “You bolted the door?”

Anita replied, “It has a self-lock. No one can open it from outside.”

Next second, Deepa came in with two glasses of fruit juice. She had the bedroom key. Rohit shouted and tried to throw Anita away. But she pushed him down and started jumping even faster.

Rohit moaned and covered his face with his hands. This time, his cock didn’t become soft but became harder.

Deepa asked, “How is my brother?”

Anita said, without stopping, “Can’t you see? He is amazing, all the time ready and horny.”

Deepa said, “I brought fruit juice, drink it,” and gave a glass to Anita. Anita thanked her, sat on Rohit with his cock fully inside and drank and gave her the glass and resumed riding. Deepa bent, ruffled Rohit’s hair, kissed his brow and told him,” Enjoy, dear. Drink juice after the session,” and left.

Rohit pushed Anita away and bent her. He started fucking her in doggy and slapping her buttocks hard, saying, “Akka, I am angry. Why did you continue fucking? What will Deepa think about me?”

Anita said, her voice breaking, “I protected you. She didn’t see your cock.”

At that moment, the door opened again, and Atul entered. Rohit stopped in midway, he was slapping Anita’s buttocks and fucking hard. Her right buttock was pink.

Rohit gasped, removed his cock and covered cock with Anita’s nighty. He stood behind Anita, who was rubbing her buttocks. Rohit’s cock went down instantly like a bulb switched off. He was scared of Atul’s reaction.

Atul laughed, hugged and kissed Anita and said, “Darling, I am so happy you are enjoying.”

Rohit was shocked and said, ” Are you not angry? I was slapping Akka?” Atul kissed Anita and fondled her tits, “Sometimes she wants rough fucking. I cannot hurt her. I love her so much. You are giving her what she wants and enjoys.”

Anita also laughed and said,” Love you, Darling. Why did you barge in?”
Atul gave chocolate bars and said,” I know how hungry you are after each fuck,” she opened the wrapper and put it in her mouth. She took a bite, and he asked her to feed chocolate to Rohit from her mouth.

Anita turned, hugged Rohit and pushed chocolate into his mouth. Atul bent, kissed Anita’s buttocks and left, saying,” Good night, enjoy, keep the door unlocked. We can come and see if you need anything.”

Rohit fucked Anta two times and went to sleep, sucking her tit. He woke up groggily when Deepa was slapping him. Suddenly, he remembered where he was and was relieved to see Anita cover him with a bed sheet before leaving.

Still, Deepa could see the tent in his bed sheet. She told him to get ready and come for breakfast. All were waiting for him. They all received him well. Breakfast was a repeat of the dinner tradition. Sushma fed him, but this time. Rohit put on his normal dress, a long, loose T-shirt and loose shorts.

After breakfast, they went shopping, did window shopping in malls, had lunch in a restaurant and returned. Sushma went upstairs to rest, and Anita and Rohit resumed fucking as if they didn’t stop.

When Rohit was licking Anita, Deepa entered with a honey bottle and poured honey on her pussy mound. She Rohit to move away and poured a little honey in her pussy also, as Anita spread open her pussy with her fingers.

Deepa smiled and said, “Now enjoy,” and left. Rohit lapped up the honey, and later, when he was fucking her, Atul came in. He told Rohit not to stop or slow down as he sat next to his wife. I wiped the sweat from her brow, kissed her and sucked her tit for a few minutes.

He said, “I love you, Darling. Enjoy and be happy.”

Anita also smiled, hugged him back and said, “I love you so much, Darling. You are the best hubby in the world.”

Rohit also thought the same as he pounded Anita. Atul left, and after the session, Anita also left, saying it was tea time for her mother-in-law, Sushma. Rohit pinged Raj and told him everything.

Raj: My god. Your sister and Bava are so open-minded. I think your bava wants you to fuck your sister, Deepa.

Rohit: What nonsense. She is my sister. How can we fuck?

Raj: Why not? Maybe she also read Sujata, Ankita, and Anita’s stories.

Rohit: What rubbish? Deepa’s marriage will be ruined.

Raj: Not necessarily. Anita’s hubby loves to see his wife enjoying it.

Rohit: But not with her brother.

Raj: You love Anita a lot. Will you do something to make her happy?

Rohit: Anything.

Raj: Did it occur to you that Anita doesn’t fuck for five days a week? She is very passionate and horny and loves fucking.

Rohit: What are you hinting?

Raj: Make it happen, Anita, Rahul fucking.

Rohit: Are you mad? Why will I ruin my sister’s marriage?

Raj: Why will it be ruined if all four are okay with it? You talk to all and see.

Rohit: They will kill me.

Raj: I don’t think so. Anita, Deepa love you a lot. Atul wants his wife to be happy. Rahul would love to fuck a hot woman like Anita. He is scared of Deepa.

Rohit: Hmm, I will try. If it backfires, I will blame you.

Raj: Sure.

After tea and snacks, Rohit found Atul alone watching TV. He sat beside him and asked,” May I say something?” Atul smiled and said sure.

Rohit asked, “Do you read Raj’s stories?”

Atul said, “Yes. I am a big fan. Why?”

Rohit said, “Anita Akka is fun-loving. She stays without fucking for so many days. How will it be if she has fun with Rahul?”

Atul said, “I also sometimes thought about it. But what will your sister feel? If she is okay with it, why not?”

Rohit found Deepa alone in the kitchen. Both were feeling shy and avoiding each other after Deepa saw them fucking.

Rohit asked, “Akka, can you be broad-minded and liberal like Atul?”

Deepa asked, “What do you mean?”

Rohit said, “Atul loves to see his wife enjoying life and having fun. Can you be like him? Feel happy if Rahul enjoys?”

Deepa said firmly, “No. I will not forgive him if he has fun with other women.”

Rohit said, “Not with any other woman. Anita akka.”

Deepa said thoughtfully,” Hmm. If Anita Akka and Rahul want it, it may not be a bad idea. She wants so much fun, but she is unable to get it. She has to wait for you until the weekend.”

Rohit found Anita in the garden. Anita said that she loved Rahul like a brother but confessed she was aroused when she hugged him and felt his hard-on. She also had some reservations that it may ruin his marriage. When Rohit told her that Deepa was okay with it, she hugged and thanked Rohit.

Rahul was the easiest to talk to. He told Rohit that he was always horny and wanted to fuck Anita but was scared of her and Deepa. He admitted that sometimes he had fantasies about Anita when fucking Deepa.

In the evening, Atul and Sushma left for their town to attend to business. All were feeling shy and not seeing each other in the eyes.

Rahul said, “I think we can change into comfortable clothes.”

Anita put on a strapless short gown, which was well above her knees. Deepa’s dress was a tight T-shirt and a short skirt. When all were seated in the hall, Rahul was sipping whisky and was watching cricket.

Deepa said, “Shall we play a game?”

Rahul said, “Sure. What is it?”

Deepa said, “I will roll a bottle. When it stops and points to one person, he or she has to do what others instruct.”

All said yes and were enthusiastic. Initially, it was all regular tasks, like singing a song or telling a joke. Rahul downed two pegs, and the women had wine. Things became naughtier.

Rahul asked Anita to dance to an item number. Anita’s dance was very erotic. Anita asked Deepa to hug and kiss men. Deepa hugged her hubby tight and kissed passionately but lightly hugged Rohit and gave a peck on his cheek.
Anita said, “It is cheating. You didn’t kiss Rohit on the lips.”

Deepa blushed and said, “Come on, he is my brother. Will you kiss Rahul like that? I will give you the task when your turn comes.”

Next was Anita’s turn. Deepa gave her the same task.

Anita asked Deepa, “Are you sure? Don’t blame me later.”

Deepa said, “Go ahead. You will know how difficult it is.”

Anita first kissed Rohit and approached Rahul, and hesitated. Rahul and Anita acted as if they were uncomfortable. Rohit clapped and said,” Akka, go ahead. You can do it.”

As Anita hugged and kissed Rahul, Rahul hugged her back. They started kissing passionately, Anita started moaning, and Rahul’s hand landed on Anita’s boob. He started squeezing.

After a few minutes, Anita pushed Rahul away and acted embarrassed to look at Deepa and Rohit. Both were stunned and excited.

The next turn was Rahul’s. He wanted close dance to slow music. Rahul and Anita started slowly, and within seconds, both were kissing wildly. Rahul was mauling Anita’s tits.

Deepa and Rohit were dancing and stopped and watched, fascinated. When the song ended, Anita and Rahul were panting, faces flushed.

Rahul asked Deepa,” Darling, I can’t control. If Anita Akka is okay, I will take her to the bedroom.” Deepa nodded. She could not speak.

Anita said,” I am okay, only if Deepa and Rahul also do it. I will feel guilty otherwise.”

Rohit protested, “Come on, you are cousins. We are brother and sister.”

Anita said,” Then, sorry, Rahul. No.”

Rahul looked pleadingly at Deepa. Deepa said, “Okay, we will do it. You go to your bedroom.”

Rohit was shocked beyond words and was in a trance as he watched Rahul and Anita go to a bedroom. Deepa and Rohit went to another bedroom. Now, Rohit was fired up. Deepa was also quite excited.

Rohit removed Deepa’s T-shirt and pulled down her skirt. He removed his shirt and shorts. He was about to pull down his underwear when Deepa said, “Wait, I am not ready.”

Rohit asked, surprised, “What? You said we will do it?”

Deepa hugged her brother and kissed him on the cheek, and said, “If I didn’t say that, Anita Akka was not going to allow my hubby to fuck her. Let us tell a lie to them that we fucked.”

Rohit felt guilty, he was so excited to fuck her.

He said, “Okay, Akka, but they will doubt if we sleep separately.”

Deepa said, “Hmm. You are right. Let us sleep in our underclothing. You can hug and sleep.”

When they hugged and slept, Rohit could not control himself. He had a massive hard-on which was poking Deepa. Deepa was also very wet, but she controlled. She kissed him on the cheek, said good night, and they slept.

Anita and Rahul fucked as they always did, and before going to sleep. Rahul asked Anita, “Do you think they fucked?” Anita shook her head, “No. Deepa will not allow it. But they have taken the first step.”

When they woke up, Anita said, “Let us quietly go and see what they are doing.” Anita and Rahul went quietly, opened the door and went in. Deepa and Rohitl were fast asleep. They were in their underclothing.

Rohit hugged Deepa from behind, cupping Deepa’s tit in one hand, and his cock was between her buttocks. As they watched, Rohit kissed Deepa’s neck and murmured, “Anita Akka, I love you so much.”

Deepa purred in sleep and said groggily, “Darling, I love you too.”

Anita smiled. They were so deep in sleep that they assumed they were with their lovers. She silently lowered Rohit’s underwear, pulled his cock out and pulled Deepa’s panty down and arranged Rohit’s cock between Deepa’s buttocks. Very gently.

Anita dislodged Deepa’s bra also and placed Rohit’s hand on Deepa’s tit.
Anita came back on tip-toe and whispered to Rahul. “Start recording.”

It was quite erotic. Rohit started squeezing Deepa’s tit and was rubbing cock in her buttock’s valley. Deepa turned and faced him and hugged, saying sleepily, “Rahul, let me sleep.” Deepa lifted her left leg and placed it on his hip, opening up her pussy to allow Rohit’s cock to enter.

Suddenly, they both woke up. It took them a few seconds to realize where they were. Deepa screamed and got up, quickly grabbed her dress and ran out.
She didn’t see Anita and Rahul, who hid behind a curtain.

Rohit clutched his head in both hands and groaned,” My God, what have I done?” When he went to the bathroom, Anita and Rahul went out and found Deepa in the kitchen.

Deepa smiled and said,” Good morning. Did you enjoy it?”

Rahul hugged and asked, “Good morning darling, you know we always enjoy. Did you enjoy it?”

Deepa lied, “Yes, it was fantastic.”

Anita whistled excitedly. “Wonderful, I will ask Rohit for details,” and left.
Rohit also told her the same. Rohit had time for a fast fuck before he left for his hostel. Rohit was busy for two days with project work. On the third day, he pinged Raj.

Rohit: Raj, some good news and some not-so-good news.

Raj: Okay, great. Tell me.

Rohit narrated all the events.

Raj: My God, why Deepa didn’t allow you to fuck?

Rohit: I don’t know. But, keep it a secret. Don’t tell Anita Akka we didn’t fuck. They are thinking we fucked.

Raj: It is strange. I will talk to Deepa.

Raj pinged Anita and asked her to let Deepa chat with him.

Deepa: Hi, Raj.

Raj: Hi, I won’t tell Anita. But why didn’t you fuck Rohit? Were you not excited when you slept naked with him in bed?

Deepa: Of course, I was super excited.

Raj: Then, why you didn’t fuck? Anita, Rahul, Atul, and Sushma planned so well.

Deepa: Hmm, I am concerned about his studies. He is in his final year.

Raj: This frustration will affect him.

Deepa: I will feel guilty if his grades go down.

Raj: Then put a condition to Rohit, he can fuck only if he promises his grades will improve.

Deepa: How can I tell him?

Raj: Okay, I will tell him. But are you sure? Don’t fuck unless you want to. Anita and Rahul won’t force you.

Deepa: After that day, when he was about to enter me before we woke up, I imagined Rahul was fucking me. I want him.

Raj: Good.

Rohit was over the moon when Raj told him the news. He assured Raj that his grades would shoot up like rockets. Next three days, he worked quite hard on the project and other subjects. He did not ping or call Anita or Deepa.

On Saturday, when he was on the train, he called Anita.

Anita asked anxiously, “Are you okay? Raj told us not to call or ping you.”

Rohit laughed and said, “Yes, I have to fulfil a promise. I will tell you when I reach.”

Anita said, “Then, tell that to your sister. We are going to Atul’s town. Enjoy,” and cut the call. When Rohit pressed the buzzer, there was no response. He pressed again; his phone rang. It was Deepa.

She asked, “Are you alone? No one is behind you?”

Rohit said, puzzled, “No. Why?”

Deepa said, “Come in quickly and close the door.”

Rohit entered, expecting his sister to give him a hug and kiss. No one was there. When he closed the door, Deepa was standing behind the door. Rohit’s jaw dropped. Deepa wore a very sexy dress.

A transparent light blue short nightgown, just covering the pussy. A spaghetti strap push-up bra, just covering nipples and showing her splendid boobs and cleavage. A postage stamp covering type bikini, covering her pussy crack. It drove Rohit crazy.

She smiled and said nervously, “Did you like it? It was Anita’s idea.”

Rohit said. “Yes, I love it.” He hugged her tight and kissed him, she also responded. They went to the bedroom without breaking a hug or kiss. Rohit pushed Deepa on the bed and tore her dress, ignoring her protests.

He quickly undressed and said,” Akka, I can’t wait. Waited too long.” He spread her legs and pushed his steaming hot cock into her very wet and inviting pussy.

Deepa moaned deeply as Rohit’s cock entered full. He started fucking hard and fast.

Deepa orgasmed two times before Rohit pumped hot lava in her pussy. Once the bridge was crossed, both smiled and kissed. That was the beginning. They fucked many times in all positions, in all places, until Sunday afternoon.

When Anita and Rahul returned, they were happy to see them fucking.

Rahul asked, “How did you manage?”

Anita smiled and said, “Secret. I did not give them time to think and have second thoughts. Her dress did the job.”

Later when Rohit fucked Anita and when they were relaxing, Anita asked Rohit, “What made you overcome fear?”

Rohit hesitated, “You will dislike me if I tell you.”

Anita said, “I won’t. I promise. You can tell me.”

Rohit said, “A few years back, my mom thought I was fast asleep and changed her dress. She tried her best to cover. She held pallu in her teeth and changed bra and blouse. But I saw her boobs and nipples. I have been masturbating imagining her until you entered my life.”

Anita asked, puzzled, “What has that to do with your overcoming fear of Deepa?”

Rohit hid his face in her boobs and said in a small voice, “Didn’t you notice, Deepa looks like my mom? When I saw Deepa in that dress, her boobs and shapes reminded me of my mom, and I lost control.”

Anita smiled, “Hmm, this is interesting. It opens up other avenues.”

To be continued.

Hi friends, main hu Ankush. Main aapke saamne hazir hu apni TMKOC kahani ka agla part leke. Umeed hai ki aap sab ne pichla part padha hoga. Agar nahi padha, to abhi jaake padhiye. Tabhi aapko ye wala part samajh mein aayega.

Pichle parts mein aap sab ne padha tha, ki kaise Daya aur Babita free ke passes pe club jati hai. Waha jaake nuksan karne par unko 1 lakh rupay dene padte hai. Fir woh paise ikatthe karne ke liye randiyan ban kar khule aam naachti hai. Unke paas kaafi paise ikatthe ho jate hai, aur fir club band ho jata hai. Ab aage-

Club band hone ke baad Babita bina panty ke, aur Daya bina bra ke wahi khadi rehti hai. Fir Balraj apne bete ke sath neeche aata hai. Babita aur Daya ke hath noto se bhare hote hai. Woh apne aadmiyon ko noto ki ginti karne ko kehta hai. Babita aur Daya apne saare note uske aadmiyon ko de dete hai.

Fir woh 2-minute mein saare note gin lete hai. Babita aur Daya khush ho rahi hoti hai, ki ab woh ghar jaa sakengi. Lekin saare note mila kar 75000 hote hai. Matlab 25000 abhi bhi kam hote hai. Fir Daya bolti hai-

Daya: Sir, ab to 25000 reh gaye hai. Woh aap baad mein le lena.

Balraj: Madam, deal is a deal. Aapko paise abhi dene padenge.

Babita: Lekin aapne club band kar diya hai. Ab hum paise kaise ikatthe kare?

Tabhi Balraj apna lund nikaalta hai, aur kehta hai: Baaki mard chale gaye to kya. Hum to hai.

Balraj ka lund 8-inch ka tha. Babita uska lund dekh kar hairan ho gayi, aur uske muh mein paani aa gaya.

Fir woh bola: Main ek baar chodne ke 10000 doonga. Tum dono mein se jo chaaho aa jao.

Babita Daya ki taraf dekhti hai, aur ishara karti hai, ki main jaungi. Daya waise hi khadi rehti hai. Fir Babita Balraj ke saamne jaake ghutno ke bal baith jati hai.

Woh Balraj ke lund ko hath mein leti hai, to uska lund lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht hota hai. Fir woh upar Balraj ko dekhti hai, aur smile pass karti hai. Balraj apna lund hath mein leke uske hontho par ragadne lagta hai.

Fir Babita muh kholti hai, aur Balraj apna lund uske muh mein de deta hai. Babita uska lund choosna shuru kar deti hai. Uska lund kaafi bada tha. Babita ke muh mein nahi aa raha tha. Isliye woh apne hath se upari part ko sehlati hai.

Baaki lund muh mein leke choos rahi hoti hai. Jaldi hi woh Balraj ke lund ko ek-dum chikna kar deti hai. Fir Balraj Babita ke sar pe hath rakh kar uske baal pakadta hai, aur kamar aage-peeche karke lund uske muh ke andar-baahar karne lagta hai.

Dheere-dheere woh speed badhata hai, aur zor-zor se uske muh ko chodne lagta hai. Woh Babita ke muh mein poora lund daalne lagta hai. Woh uske gale tak fass jata hai, aur Babita choke hone lagti hai.

Woh lund poora andar daalta hai, aur wahi ruk jata hai. Jab Babita ki saans poori ruk jati hai, tab woh lund baahar nikaalta hai. Isse Babita khaansi karne lagti hai, aur uske muh se thook behne lagti hai.

Kuch der aise hi karne ke baad woh apna lund uske muh se baahar nikaal leta hai, aur baalon se kheench kar usko khada karta hai. Fir woh usko waise hi baalon se pakad kar paas ki table par lita deta hai.

Ab Babita uske saamne sirf bra mein hoti hai. Woh uske upar aata hai, aur uske honth choosne lagta hai. Neeche uska lund Babita ki chut ke muh par takra raha hota hai.

Kuch der honth choosne ke baad woh neeche aata hai, aur uski bra faad kar uske boobs se alag kar deta hai. Ab Babita ke soft and sexy boobs Balraj ke saamne the. Boobs dekhte hi woh unhe hatho mein leta hai, aur masalna shuru kar deta hai.

Woh itni zor se uske boobs masalta hai, ki Babita siskariyan lene lagti hai. Fir woh uske nipples ko ek-ek karke choosna shuru karta hai. Woh zor-zor se uske nipples ko choos raha tha, aur beech-beech mein kaat raha hota hai.

Isse Babita ko bohut maza aur dard mil raha tha, aur uski chut geeli ho rahi thi. Balraj ke guards aur Daya ye sab dekh rahe hote hai. Uska beta Vicky club se jaa chuka tha.

Babita ki aisi haalat dekh kar Daya ki bhi panty geeli hone lagti hai. Kuch der Babita ke boobs choosne ke baad Balraj neeche uski chut par aata hai, aur apna muh uski chut par laga deta hai.

Babita ki clean-shaved chut bade swaad se woh chaatne lagta hai. Isse Babita pagal ho jati hai, aur kehti hai-

Babita: Ab bas bhi kijiye Balraj ji tang karna. Ab daal dijiye apna lund meri chut mein.

Balraj: 10000 diye hai, poore maze leke chodunga.

Ye bol kar woh wapas apna muh uski chut par laga deta hai. Woh chut ki deewaron ko khol kar jeebh andar daal leta hai, aur uske daane ko choosne lagta hai. Isse Babita kaabu se baahar hone lagti hai, aur table par apne hath peetne lagti hai.

Udhar Daya ki panty bhi geeli hui padi thi. Fir Balraj apne hath mein apna lund pakadta hai, aur Babita ki chut par ragadne lagta hai. Jaise hi woh Babita ki chut par lund upar se neeche ragadta hai.

Babita ki gaand uchal kar usko andar lene ki koshish karti hai. Isi tarah jab Babita lund ki bheekh maangne lagti hai, tab Balraj ek hi jhatke mein poora lund Babita ki geeli chut mein daal deta hai.

Lund andar chala to jata hai, chut geeli hone ki wajah se. Lekin itna bada lund andar jaane se, woh bhi ek hi baar mein, Babita ki aankhen baahar aa jati hai. Woh chillane lagti hai, lekin uske chillane ka Balraj par koi asar nahi hota.

Fir Balraj apna ek hath Babita ke muh par rakhta hai, aur taabad-tod dhakke dete hue uski chut faad kar poora lund andar ghusa deta hai. Babita ki aankhon se aansu nikalne lagte hai, aur taange kaampne lagti hai.

Par Balraj kisi race ke ghode ki tarah uski thukayi karta jata hai. Kuch der mein jab Babita ke chehre par maze ke bhaav aate hai, to Balraj uske muh se hath hata leta hai.

Ab woh apne honth Babita ke hontho se mila leta hai, aur neeche se chudai ki speed badha deta hai. Babita bhi gaand utha-utha kar uska sath de rahi thi. Chudai se chap-chap ki awaaze aani shuru ho jati hai.

Babita ki chut paani chhodh deti hai. Fir Balraj apna lund uski chut se nikaal leta hai, aur usko ghodi banne ke liye kehta hai. Udhar Daya poori garam hui hoti hai, aur guards ke lund bhi khade hote hai.

Balraj ke 2 guards hote hai, jinhone black uniform pehni hoti hai. Unke khade lund dekh kar Daya ke muh mein paani aa jata hai. Woh un dono ke paas jati hai, aur kehti hai-

Daya: Tum bhi maza karna chaahte ho?

Pehla guard kehta hai: Haa, hum dono maza karna chaahte hai.

Daya: 15000 lagenge. Main tum dono ko jannat dikha doongi.

Udhar Babita kutiya ban jati hai, aur Balraj uski chut ko tissue se ponchta hai. Fir woh peeche se uski chut mein lund daalta hai, aur chodne lagta hai. Woh uske chootad par thappad maarne lagta hai, aur laal kar deta hai.

Aadha ghanta aur chodne ke baad woh uski chut mein apna paani nikaal deta hai. Fir woh jeb se 10000 nikaalta hai, aur Babita ke upar fenk kar wapas apne cabin mein chala jata hai.

Iske aage kya hota hai, ye aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Doston agar kahani ka maza aa raha ho, to isko like aur comment zaroor kare.

Anu is here with another story about her. Being an explorer, I’m fond of both men and women. The cafe spark led me to experience lesbian seduction. The well-known wave cafe in Bangalore

As it was less busy in the cafe, I craved mocha, so I ordered and sat facing the window. The rainy day made me feel sensual about myself; I smelled like roses. The cool breeze of AC, the rain-splattering sound, and the soul-soothing song in the background aroused my adrenaline.

While I was relaxing, I suddenly heard wet footsteps turn slowly to see a stunning woman in her 27, 5 ‘5″. Her hips and boobs were equally covered in a saree, and the waist chain split her navel visibility.

Barista: Welcome, ma’am. What would you like?

She said, “Cappuccino, Chip and Dip.”

Barista: Your name?

She: Avni.

She was doing her office work, and I got my mocha. Her voice was sweet, her hair was slightly wet, and the white saree showed her blouse. As her boobs were pushed up, her navel made me burn my tongue. Her feet were pink, and I started to imagine her complexion beneath.

She sensed I was peeking at her; she had a smirk on her face. I got a call from a client discussing his trading equity and returns. I saw Avni listening to my conversations. She received her order. The sip of cappuccino left marks on the lips. She moved her tongue over the lips and cleaned them.

I stuttered on call. She approached me after my call and introduced herself, “Hello, I’m Avni. I heard your conversation about trading, and I’m curious about it.” I offered my handshake, wearing a slit dress that exposed my right thigh. She took a brief look. Her hands were soft.

I sensually pressed them as she came beside me and sat. The discussion went on as our thighs touched. I gave her my visiting card, taking back my hand, wholly touched by her fingers. We were set to leave as the rain was heavy, and she offered to drop me off at her car.

I did accept it and moved to our seats. I felt her hand brushing my thigh, and I moved myself from the gearbox. Rain made traffic worse, and I was getting horny. My nipples made it obvious. We were continuously talkin’; further, we missed the road to my location and stalled to check the shortcut.

We both kept our hands on the screen at the same time, and she grabbed mine. Let me find it; I didn’t control an inch, and I kissed her lips. She undid her seat belt and jumped upon me. I grabbed her hair and kissed her. Five minutes later, fog formed on her car glasses, and we jumped to the back seat.

I kissed her navel. The waist chain slipped around her curve, licking her neck, kissing her lips, and biting them. She hissed, and we both were aroused. She dug me into her boobs. I removed her pallu. The babies were calling me to taste them, and she pulled my lace panty and smelled it.

I undid her blouse, removed it from her bra, and blew soft air on it. The pink nipples made me worry about sucking them; the boobs were 38B. She pushed me to my nipple. I sucked spit on them, pinched them gently, and again sucked them. The tattoo beneath her breast paused me.

Each tattoo was a phase of the moon, from waxing to waning, centred on the full moon. Avni recognized my attention, shifting from thrust to her tattoo.

“Like my tattoo?” she giggled.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos. This moon, it is so you.”

She was calm the whole time, and I vigorously stated, It’s so her.

I touched those moon phases, and she replied, “Want to see my other tattoo?”

“Another one?”

“Yes,” she said, lowering her saree. There was no tattoo to be seen.

“I can’t see any tattoos here.”

She loosened her petticoat. The cool weather made her shiver. The tiny hairs on her slightly bulged belly were straight. She shivered, which made her nipple harden as the bikes passed by. The yellow light made her look like the goddess of tattoos.

My mouth was watering. Avni said,  “Touch me, and I’ll let you know!”

I drew a finger around her waist and said, “Cold,” still, she said. I reached her abdomen and exclaimed, “Warm.” She moved left as my fingers reached her hips.

“Am I warm there”? asked Avni,

“Yes, you are.”

Her ass was 38 and jiggled as she moved. I stopped her, took a good look at her, and gave her a hickey. And she struggled, but I pinned her down.

“This is what I wanted,” I said softly. I snapped her back, inserted my hand into the front of her legs, and lifted her by her neck. I was naked down there. My pussy juice had a strong smell that made her say, “So, you’re ready to be…”

I rolled her over and sat on her face, lifting my dress. I didn’t give her a chance to utter words; she was giving me the pleasure I deserved. I pressed myself down by pushing my pussy, cutting off the air. Her tongue was doing a great job beneath there. She licked the exact nerve endings and disturbed the pee hole.

The cold weather made me leak a bit of drip in her mouth. She vigorously started to lick like a bitch who was crazy for a woman’s body. I came in her mouth; it was dripping to my asshole. She cleaned it with her tongue. We saw the fog was getting lighter, and the rain was quiet.

The car was approached by a boy who peeked inside and saw me. I got out of the car, and he was standing with his phone on. I saw that there were fewer people, but they were away from the car. I opened the back door, pushed him inside, and sat on him, facing his face.

He was 20 years old. His ID hung up around his neck, stated it. I checked his phone while Avni held his hand and inserted my panty into his mouth. He captured nothing. The poor guy got caught up with us.

I asked him if he’d be interested in any of us. He nodded and pointed at her. Avni, being lesbian, was not interested in him. But she was kind to him and dropped her pallu for him to suck her. I threw his phone on the front seat.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked

“No,” he shook his head. I removed the panty from his mouth and asked for his details and name.

“‘Danush,”‘ he answered.

It was my ex-name. I was still on him. I got the spark to fuck him. I unbuttoned his pants, and he didn’t resist my action. The perfume reminded me of him. I pulled out his pants and underwear and made Avni smell them. Certainly, she disliked it.

He was 6 and 3 inches thick. I signalled him to slip a bit. Avni’s saliva was not enough to push the dick inside me. I grabbed a condom from my bag and placed it on him. I sat, and a bit of struggle made me take it inside.

He was now getting licked by me, her boobs getting pressed and pinched. He was breathing heavily, which made me increase my phase. He took control of me, pushing me back and forth. He kissed me, and he tasted like ‘Magnum’. Getting drunk and getting fucked go hand in hand.

“Oh, daddy, harder. Your bitch isn’t going to let you down, the bastard. I’m going to give you a hard time.” I choked his neck as I increased the speed, and the friction made me cum hard on the condom.

He removed my dress, lifting his ass to the point where he touched my G-spot. It was hurting brutally. I was finished, but the young blood never disappoints. I tried to scream, and she stopped me.

Avni was enjoying the show we were giving her. She twisted my nipples and spanked them. The dry nipples were burning to the extent that it made me bite Danush’s ear. He slapped me, which I enjoyed.

The speed increased, and he was nearing his climax. I got up and moved to the side. The disappointment in his eyes and his anger grabbed my neck. I released his hand, quickly grabbed his balls, and squeezed them individually.

He moaned, biting his lips. While I signalled Avni to remove the condom, holding Dick’s tip tight. He was in tears. I kissed him softly, and now Avni grabbed him vertically and laid him on the seat.

She sat on his face while I was giving him a hard time with his balls. My phone was buzzing. I picked it up and took it near his balls. The vibration made him shiver. The look of ecstasy on my face could be seen through a blank screen. I again started a handjob.

Within 3 minutes, he busted out. He was taken as a dog by Avni as she grabbed him by choked him. His balls were half-size, and his cum didn’t smell great. I took a bit of cum and applied it to her shoulder. She wasn’t aware.

I took a fingerful and applied it to her ass. It was glowing. I wiped the remaining cum from his underwear. Avni gave her a tough time, and as well, he made her cum shortly.

We kissed each other triangularly. Our tongues going into each other’s mouths was the best part of the whole night.

“I’m in disbelief. I want a token of tonight,” he said.

“And what would it be?” – Avni

He beheld our panty and asked, “Would this be, ma’am?”

“Yes, baby.”

He startled us. “It would be my token, but it’s lacking something.” Suddenly, he widened her legs and inserted my panty into her vagina to collect all the cum. His eyes were on me now, as well as hers.

They both spread my legs. The clean-shaven pussy made it easy for him to get the clitoris easily. He licked, and a sudden bite made me roll my eyes. Avni played with Clit when he fingered me. I was on cloud 9. I cum a generous amount, and he inserted her panty and wiped them fully.

We dressed up; I was without panty and a bra, just a single A-line slit dress. Avni wore her petticoat and blouse, excluding her bra. He now bids us bye and pecks at our lips.

After taking a deep breath and lowering the windows, it was decided I would drive to her house. As I stayed in a shared house, it was not a good idea to see me worn out.

Our sensual foreplay was ongoing; I’ll let you know what happened when I reached her house and in between.

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Main hu Yash. Main 19 saal ka hu, aur IIT JEE ki preparation kar raha hu. Aur meri didi Ritu, jo 25  saal ki hai, unhone MBA kar rakha hai aur wo corporate mein job kar rahi hai pichle 1 saal se. Chalo to ab story par aate hai.

Didi 1 saal se job kar rahi thi. Unhe bahut saare shaadi ke rishte aa rahe the. Lekin unhe abhi shaadi nahi karni thi. 2 maheene gaye. Fir didi ne bataya ki unhe promotion mila tha. Hum sab khush ho gaye. Fir didi ne bataya ki ab unhe wapas jaana padega aage continue karne ke liye. Fir 1 maheene mein didi wapas shift ho gayi, aur main meri studies mein lag gaya.

Around 8 maheene baad mere exams over ho gaye the. Ab khali result ka wait tha. Main bahut bore ho gaya tha, tab mujhe didi ke waha jaane ka idea aaya. To maine ghar par baat ki. Papa-mummy maan gaye. Fir didi se poocha to unhe bhi koi problem nahi thi.

Fir main kuch 10-12 din ke kapde pack karke didi ke paas chala aaya. Yaha unhe company ne 1 flat diya hua tha 2BHK. Kaafi acha tha.

Starting ke 2 din weekend tha to hamne kaafi maze kiye. Hum idhar-udhar ghoome, baahar khaana khaaya. Sunday jab hum ghar aaye, to mera mobile didi ke purse mein tha. Main apna mobile nikaal raha tha, to maine didi ke purse mein thode condom ke packs dekhe.

Ye dekh ke main hairan hi reh gaya. 2 minute tak main kuch nahi soch paaya. Utne mein didi aa gayi to maine mera mobile wapas wahi rakh diya taaki unko doubt na ho. Agle din didi ka office tha, to hum jaldi so gaye. Main aur didi alag-alag room mein soye the.

Mujhe bilkul neend nahi aa rahi thi. Kya pata kya hua tha mujhe, ki main didi ko nangi imagine karne laga. Meri didi gori hai. Unke boobs mast hai, aur gaand thodi badi hai. Mera lauda khada ho gaya tha, to maine bathroom mein jaake meri didi ko chudte imagine karte-karte hila liya, aur fir main so gaya.

Agle din didi ke office jaane ke baad maine ghar ko ache se dekha. Par mujhe thode condom ke packets ke sivaye kuch nahi mila. Fir main sochne laga didi kiske sath kar sakti thi. Mujhe itna pata tha ki unka boyfriend nahi tha, kyunki maine unka mobile subah hi check kar liya tha.

Fir mujhe laga kahi ye office ka promotion, itna badhiya flat, ye sab kahi didi ne chud ke to nahi liya. Mere doubt clear karne ko maine mera mission bana liya. Shaam ko didi wapas aayi. Fir hamne thodi aise hi baatein ki, aur baad mein didi ne bataya ki kal unhe meeting mein jana tha office ke baad, to unhe time lag sakta tha.

Tab mujhe poora doubt hone laga. Maine soch liya ki kal main office ke baad didi ko follow karunga aur pata lagaunga sab.

Didi ka office 6 baje around khatam hota tha. To main 5:30 unke office pahunch gaya. Thodi der wait ki. Utne mein watchman dikha to main usse baat karne laga.

Fir maine usse Ritu ke baare mein poocha, par wo nahi maana. Lekin maine use 500 rs diye, tab wo bola, “Ritu madam to randi hai yaha ki”. Main to shock hi ho gaya. Fir maine usse poocha ki usko kaise pata. To usne bataya ki uska dost Ritu ke manager ka driver tha.

Watchman: Wo week mein 1-2 baar to farmhouse par jaate hi hai, aur waha kaafi kuch hota hai. 1-2 baar to mere dost ne bhi us rand ko choda hai. Bada hi kadak maal hai. Sab ko office mein nahi pata, par kuch upar waale logon ko pata hai. Wo sab bhi jaate hai kabhi-kabhi us rand ko chodne. Uske jaisi 2 madam aur hai.

Mujhe ye sab sun ke gussa badhne ki jagah hawas badh rahi thi. Ab mujhe pata tha didi aaj bhi chudne jaa rahi thi, to ab to mujhe unhe dekhna hi tha. Mera to ye sab soch kar hi khada ho gaya tha.

Fir main didi ki wait kar raha tha. Mujhe unki car pata thi, to main wahi chhup ke wait kar raha tha. Jaise hi didi aayi, mujhe didi ka call aaya. Main to ek-dum ghabra gaya, ki kahi watchman ne unhe bata to nahi diya.

Fir maine call uthaya to didi boli ki aaj unhe meeting mein der ho gayi to wo unki ek colleague Khushbu ke yaha rukengi. Mujhe raahat ki saans aayi. Fir ok karke call rakh diya. Fir main ek auto mein didi ka peecha karke farmhouse tak pahuncha. Maine ek acha spot dekha, jaha se mujhe kuch khaas sunayi to nahi de raha tha, par dikh sab raha tha.

Waha already ek car padi hui thi. I guess wo uske manager ki thi. Gate par driver aur watchman the. Wo didi ko buri nazro se dekh rahe the, jaise abhi hi kood ke chodne lagenge. Garden mein table lage hue the, aur ek aunty jo thodi dark, moti, aur desi lag rahi thi, waha khadi thi. Didi ne aunty se saree li aur andar chali gayi.

Mujhe laga ki ab sab khatam, aur ab kaise dekhunga. Utne mein manager baahar aa kar baitha, aur aunty ne use drink bana kar di. Thodi hi der mein didi baahar aayi ek normal si saree mein. Par unhone andar blouse ya petticoat nahi pehna tha. Naa hi bra aur panty pehni thi.

Fir manager ne kuch bola, aur wo naachne lagi. Thodi der mein manager ne didi ko bra nikaal kar naachne ko bola, to didi ne bra nikaal kar side fenki, aur fir naachne lagi. Ye sab watchman, driver, aur aunty bhi enjoy kar rahe the. Fir saree bhi nikalwa di gayi. Ab main didi ke bade-bade boobs clearly dekh sakta tha.

Dance karte-karte didi ke paon mein kuch laga, to wo ruk gayi. Ispe manager gussa hua, aur didi ko thappad maar diya, but zyada zor se nahi. Fir manager ne didi ki panty kheench kar faad di. Maine didi ki halke-halke baalon wali chut bhi dekh li thi ab. Fir usne aunty ko kuch bola. Aunty fir ek chair leke didi ke paas gayi, waha baithi, aur didi ko unki thighs par ulta letne ko bola.

Didi let gayi. Fir wo didi ki badi gaand par zor-zor se maarne lagi. Didi ki cheekhe nikal rahi thi, par wo nahi ruki. Unki gaand laal ho gayi thi. Didi shayad thoda rone bhi lagi thi. Manager ne fir rukne ko bola. Fir didi khadi hui.

Ye sab dekhte-dekhte mera lund khada ho gaya tha. To main bhi meri pant neeche utaar kar dekhne laga. Utne mein manager ne bhi apni pant utari, aur didi ko ishara kiya. Didi kutte ke tarah chal kar gayi, aur uska lund chaat rahi thi, aur muh mein le rahi thi.

Thodi der mein usne didi ko peeche dhakela, aur didi ki chut mein apna lund daal diya. Didi ki aaahh nikal gayi. Fir manager didi ko chodne laga. Thodi der mein watchman aur driver bhi apne lund baahar nikaal ke hilane lage. Aunty khaali khadi ho kar dekh rahi thi.

Fir manager ne sab ko nanga hone ka bola, to sab ne apne poore kapde utaar diye. Aunty ne bhi sab utaar diya tha. Aunty ke boobs bahut bade the, aur unki chut kaafi baalon wali thi, aur thodi baahar nikli hui thi. Fir thodi der didi aur manager chairs par baithe, aur aaram karne lage. Fir manager ne baaki teeno ko ek-doosre ke sath chodne ka bola.

Ye sab normal tha sabke liye. Kisi ko problem nahi ho rahi thi. Driver aunty ke boobs choosne laga, aur watchman aunty ko chodne laga. Ye sab dekhte-dekhte manager bhi didi ko boobs daba raha tha. Manager shayad jhad chuka tha, to wo nahi kar raha tha.

Fir manager ne didi ko bhi jaane ko bola. Didi gayi aur driver ka lund choosne lagi. Ye karte-karte didi aunty ke muh par baith gayi thi, to aunty didi ki chut bhi chaat rahi thi. Fir watchman ne apna loda aunty ki chut mein se nikala, aur didi ke paas uske boobs dabane aaya, aur lund didi ke hath mein de diya.

Thodi der mein manager ne kuch bola, aur didi thoda darr gayi. Mujhe aisa laga, par mujhe to yaha ye sab dekhte-dekhte bahut maza aa raha tha. Main mera lund bhi hila raha tha. Aage ki story next part mein, jisme aisa kya hota hai ki didi bhi darr gayi thi, uska pata chalega.

To be continued.

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Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my story, Stranger at the Wedding Reception.

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I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.

Even though my pussy continued to remain tight and untorn, I(Ashwini) did enjoy my first intimate private moments with my boyfriend Harsha. Does Harsha fulfil my expectations and crazy thoughts? I would say, “No, he didn’t.”

Are sex and pleasure only this much? Am I overimagining? I don’t know. I slept with these questions in my head. My hunger for a thick rod piercing my pussy only grew much stronger. Harsha was thrilled when he successfully broke my virginity on our third meet. At least, he believed so.

In reality, After two failed attempts. I couldn’t control my urge, which was at its peak. I allowed a stranger to break my virginity, which was a one-time mistake and a closely guarded secret of mine alone. The stranger fucked me like an animal. My pussy was sore for two days. That story is for a different time.

I smiled, resting my head on Harsha’s tired, heaving chest, giving the impression that he took my virginity. I wanted him to fuck me more and more, but he couldn’t. I was happy though his cock entered my pussy.

Was it due to the loosening of pussy walls when the stranger fucked me like an animal? I don’t know at that time.

I graduated and joined an IT start-up firm in Bangalore. Harsha, too, joined and became an accounts officer at a firm. Our meetings continued, and we no longer needed to save pocket money.

We started making out at luxury hotels, resorts, and villas with the money from our salaries. I did feel sexually fulfilled with every progressive fucks of Harsha. We tried new things and explored different positions, and they were more pleasureful.

After this long, Harsha continues to devote himself to me. Harsha knew about my best friend, Akash. We (me, Akash, and Harsha) went to theatres together. I was much closer to Akash than Harsha. Akash knew my phone’s lock passcode, which I would never share with my boyfriend.

I, too, knew the lock passcode of my bestie Akash. There was nothing secretive between me and Akash. Harsha had no concerns about me being with my bestie Akash. Anyway, there was nothing fishy between me and my best friend until then.

Harsha wasn’t aware that I was sharing every small detail of our relationship with Akash. Akash and I were not shy to say swear words, too. Akash, too, was in a love relationship with a girl. But recently, Akash broke up with his girl.

What happened next?

After the breakup, Akash went through a phase of depression. Akash kept himself busy with work and locked away in his room. For a few days, I had to drag Akash out to movies and pubs. Like in movies, the chubby, heavy guy Akash started to hit gyms.

In no time, he transformed himself into a fit, handsome hunk. Girls and aunties were all stares for Akash now. The girl who ditched Akash returned to his life. Akash told me that he fucked her and asked her to get lost from his life, dumping her and feeling happy about it.

Akash kind of became emotionless and was hitting on any pretty girl he liked. I wanted Akash to settle down with one girl and never liked his affairs with ladies. Akash never listened to me.

It’s been 5 years of my love story with Harsha. In these five years of love and lots of intimate sex, I realized that I am a very wild horny girl. I loved and enjoyed the pleasures of sex. I read a lot of erotic novels and stories.

One day, while in Akash’s room. Things took a sharp turn when I noticed something on Akash’s phone. A pic in one of his chats. The pic gave chills running through my body. My pussy quivered with never-before excitement.

I couldn’t see much further since Akash was nearby.

What did I see?

I found a pic of a lady in her 40s. It was a nude picture from neck to thighs, but there was no face. Hefty sagging white boobs, wide dark nipples, clean shaved pussy touched by her long-nailed finger peeking through her spread heavy thighs.

The thing that created goosebumps in me was that I had seen this design of gold chains before. It was hung among her mangalsutra and another chain. It belonged to an aunt on the same street. She was the mother of one of our core group of friends.

I was shocked, stunned, horrified, and thrilled too. Akash, being my bestie, had shared every secret, including all his affairs and flings, But not even a single clue about this one.

Is it my imagination or the truth? I started fantasizing about Akash and this aunty about the wild things they might have done. I couldn’t digest some of the earlier incidents where this aunty came across Akash.

They projected an unlikeable relationship in the public. That aunty was very strict around kids. Her husband was a govt school teacher. Her husband was a normal-looking man with a big belly. Her husband was introverted and weak.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was hornier milking/squeezing my boobs. I was wet in no time. Rigorously fingered my pussy, imagining Akash with his ripped shoulder tearing away the clothes of this aunty. After a very long time, I had a blast of orgasm. I did finger all night.

I slept late till the afternoon, skipping work. The next time I continued to feel warm and horny, I started a sex chat with my boyfriend, which ended in a nude video call. But I couldn’t reach the orgasm.

I couldn’t see Akash like before. I became very conscious of his normal touches and stares. Akash knew nothing of this. He behaved normally. I started enjoying his warm touches over my shoulder, and his teasing pinches made me wet.

What will I do next?

I didn’t want Harsha and Akash facing each other. I stopped meeting them together. Without my conscious, I was losing interest in Harsha and was magnetically pulled toward Akash.

Even after five years of our relationship, Harsha continues to surprise me with gifts and trips.  I no longer feel excited, but I act excited for Harsha.

After this incident, I avoided meeting Harsha for our usual sex sessions, telling him that I was busy with work. I was very curious to know more about Akash and the aunty. I needed time with his phone, but Akash never left his phone away.

It took days before I finally scanned through his chats. But to my disappointment, the chats were cleared. There were some sex chats with some girls which didn’t interest me. For all I know about Akash, I scan through apps before finding one with screenshots of the chats saved safely and securely.

I quickly swipe through, searching for the chat with the aunty. I stood numb with my motionless eyes reading the chats that dated back to before his transformation. My hard, erect nipples were tearing out of my shirt.

My heart skipped a beat. My pussy oozed in juices with a new kind of excitement seeing his thick nervy cock, which he had shared with the aunty. I was sweating. I left the phone and ran home. Did I make a mistake reading the chats?

Fuck I am going crazy with another sleepless night. God, his chats never left my thoughts. The aunty was crazy for him. Akash’s first fuck was with that aunty.

One particular message from the aunty, “Aavattu neenu nanna mancha muriyo haage haakdalla yuppa life nal naan mariyalla. Manchada saddhu nenskondre nann tull neeragutte.” (I won’t forget that day, bed-breaking level banging, The creaking sound of the bed with your huge thrusts. I go wet remembering that)

One more message, “Hey, just missu nan maglu might have caught us.” (Hey, I just missed my daughter would have caught us.)

Another message was, “Yuppa nan tullu eradu dina novittu. Yaako hang keidhe nanna? Naanu andre ninge astondu istana?” (For 2 days, my pussy was sore. Why did you drill me so harshly. Do you like me so much?)

Akash message, “Nin mola tara yarahatrnu illa.” (Nobody has a boobs like you)

One more message, “Hey, neenu Ashwini na maadbittya?” (Hey, Have you fucked Ashwini?)

“Chi, illa avlna yavattu aa tara nodilla.” (Hey, No, I haven’t seen her in that intention.)

“Neen yella hudgirna nododhe onde intention nalli” (You watch all girls with only one intention)

“Avala thika chennage ide” (Her ass is nice)

“Haa Harsha anta boyfriend iddane keidu keidu ivl thika dappa aagtha ide.” (She has a boyfriend named Harsha. He had banged her many occasions shaping her ass)

Instead of feeling happy that Akash didn’t have any bad intentions for me, I felt eager to come onto his radar.

The story continues.

15.07.2022

6:24 pm

Knock, knock.

Guess they are here already. Okay, deep breathe, go.

“Haha, happy birthday! You didn’t expect us to be here, did you?”

“Whoa! Dad, Mom, Diya, what a sudden surprise! I-I didn’t exp-”

Okay, okay, fine. I know my excitement sounds so fake. But I tried my best to make it seem as real as possible.

Yes. “I really tried my-”

“You didn’t, you bastard, you’re such a terrible actor.” It’s Diya. My sister.

My parents planned a surprise visit for my birthday, and Diya was so excited. She was so excited that she even leaked it to me a few weeks ago. But the intention behind the excitement is a secret, a secret that is only between us.

Diya has a true hourglass figure with mouthwatering, hottest curves. She’s got sexy lips that are perfect for kissing. In short, she’s dead gorgeous. I lust for her, and she, too, does so in return.

When I was in college, that’s when we both started exploring each other’s bodies. It was so fucking fun. The moment our parents were out, the next moment, we were fucking like hell!

But it all stopped when I graduated from college and moved to Hyderabad. But now, we are meeting again after a long time. My parents will return to their home after staying a day. And, Diya, she will be here. That’s what she is so excited about.

And also, this was a part of the surprise. “Arjun, we got to return tomorrow. Diya will be here for a month, so take good care of her.”

“Dad? What? No way, it’s impossible-” Hmm. I guess I rocked it this time. Great work, Arjun!

So we got to wait another day to witness the pleasure again. That night, she was teasing me so badly. I was in my room she came from the back and hugged me so tight that I could feel her round, perfect tits pressing me.

And she didn’t stop there. She started stroking my cock slowly. When in shorts, she did it for a few seconds and ran away giggling. Man! I missed this feeling for so long. I can’t wait for my parents to leave so we can continue it.

But I thought of returning it first. My mom was cooking, and my dad was sitting on the sofa. She was in the shower, and I was waiting for her to be out so that I could go next. Finally, she’s out with a towel around.

I went inside the bathroom and took her panties, which she had just removed. It was so wet with her fluids and stains all over. I took the panty in one hand and turned towards her. I stuffed that panty in my shorts, right on my dick when she was looking.

I winked at her and closed the door. Man! The way she looked at me then. That naughty horny smile was so damn hot. I thought of jerking off. But man, who jerks off when there is a woman so fucking hot waiting for you to cum all over her body?

That night, after dinner, we were going to bed. Diya whispered in my ear, “Jerking off to your sister’s panties, huh? So, so naughty.”

“Just wait for tomorrow. The warmth of your brother’s cum over your tits tells you everything,” I replied.

She giggled and went to the bedroom, blushing.

16.07.2022

The next day morning, it was the same teasing. She was cleaning the floor, and she bent in front of me in such a way that I could see her ass cheeks in her tight leggings. She turned front this side, and I could see her boobs through her t-shirt cleavage.

Man! They were so round and perfect. They’ve grown so much since the last time I’ve seen them. And it’s time.

“Arjun, Diya, bye. We’ll call you when we’re home.” My mom and dad left, and we closed the door. Locked it. I pushed her against the wall and started kissing her sexy lips passionately. “Arjun, Arjun, What are you doing?”

We exchanged our tongues and saliva and made love. She slid her hands into my shorts while our lips were still in contact. Diya started stroking my dick slowly. Man, it was so good. I fucking loved this moment.

I pushed her onto the bed and started kissing her neck, her waist, and her thighs while she was holding me with her legs. I quickly removed her t-shirt and started sucking her smooth, soft melons. “F-fuck… Mmmhh,” she moaned, holding my head with her hand and her fingers through my hair.

Her nipples were so fucking hard, so fucking pink. She was moaning like hell. I pulled her leggings down and kissed her panties. She was screaming in pleasure, “Oh god, it feels so fucking good.”

I removed her panties. Man, it was the cutest fucking pussy you’ll ever see in your life. So pink. Completely shaven. I quickly started licking her pussy. Her nectar tastes so good,

“Ah! I am going to cum, fuck!” Her legs were trembling with chills all over her body. I made her experience her first orgasm. She was crying in pleasure. It took her a few minutes to catch her breath.

She said, “I know you must be so fucking hard, Arjun. I want so badly to wrap my fingers around your cock and my lips around it. And watch your face as I bring unlimited fucking pleasure to your body.”

She slowly crawled towards me, pulled my shorts down, and started stroking it up and down, up and down. Man! It was so freaking awesome. She is spitting in her hand and rubbing it all over my cock and stroking it.

And soon, she started kissing the tip of my dick and wrapped her lips around my dick. She took it in her mouth and started sucking it slowly. She made the movements grow faster and faster.

She gagged, moaned, and at last, I came in her mouth, and she swallowed it. She licked all over my dick and made sure no extra drop was being wasted. And we both started kissing again.

This time slowly, enjoying every milli second of this erotic moment. She directed me to penetrate her, “I’ve got no condom.” She bounced her tits with her hands and winked at me. I slowly inserted it inside her pink pussy.

She moaned louder and asked me to continue it slowly. And I began increasing my pace, and she was moaning so fucking loud. “Oh my god, bro! I feel like I am cumming again! Ugh, oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, good! Bro!”

She cum again, “Aah, fuck me! Bro, I love you!” Her orgasm was wonderful. She took another few minutes and sucked my dick as fast as possible. She was gagging so loudly.

Yet she continued, and I came all over her tits. We cuddled that night, naked. And we did this every day.

08.08.2022

10:36 am

Knock, knock.

I opened the door, and I saw someone, a girl. She was a perfect hourglass, just like Diya. She is so fucking hot, man. But who is she?

“Ahem, hey, Arjun! I’m Aditi, Diya’s friend. Is she in?”