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In the morning, Mohsin came to pick me up, and we reached to college. When we reached, Anirban saw us and gave me a naughty smile. After 3rd lecture, I called Anirban to the department and requested him not to tell about yesterday’s incident to anyone.

Anirban smiled, pulled my cheeks and said, “I won’t tell that to anyone, Ma’am.” I was relieved now. Anirban turned to walk back.

But he turned towards me and said, “I want to know more about you and Mohsin sir. But, Ma’am, college is not the right place to talk about that. We can complete this meeting at your house in the evening.” I nodded my head in okay.

He then came close to me and whispered, “Ma’am, you were looking very sexy in yesterday’s dress. But I couldn’t see enough of you. So I would love to see you in the same way in the evening.” He gave me a lusty look and left.

In the evening, I dressed in the same dress and was waiting for Anirban. Soon, the bell rang. I opened the door, and Anirban entered. Unlike other days, he hugged me tight. I asked him to sit and told him that I was going to prepare tea.

Anirban held my hand and stopped me. “Ma’am, I am excited to know about your affair with Mohsin sir. Tell about that first.” He made me sit on the sofa. After he repeatedly insisted, I told him about when we were in relation and how we came close. But I didn’t give him details.

After that, Anirban asked, “Ma’am, please tell me what happened after I left yesterday evening.” I said, “We went to the bedroom, and you are old enough to know what followed.” The bulge in his pants was visible to me. I said, “Okay, I should prepare tea now.”

I went to the kitchen and placed a pan with water over the gas. As I was opening the tea jar, I found my dress lifted and a light slap on my booty. Soon, my thong went down. I knew today it was Anirban. I said, “Ani, behave yourself. What are you doing.” Anirban, “Ma’am, the close-up view is better than yesterday.”

I turned toward him. He placed his lips over mine and was sucking my lips. I was unable to say a word. His left hand was holding my back tight, and his right hand was pressing my buttock cheeks. I tried to free myself but couldn’t do it.

I realised that even a medium-built young guy can be too strong for an average-strength lady like me. He can easily overpower me. After playing for a while with me, he broke the lip lock. Though I was enjoying all this and wanted him to carry on, I tried to be a dignified teacher.

I said, “Ani, please stop.” He looked into my eyes, “Please, Ma’am, it’s not new for you. You told me that you have been doing this with Mohsin sir for quite a few years. I think you can do it with me also.” I said, “No. It’s wrong.”

Anirban, “Ma’am, I don’t think your husband has consent over your relationship with Mohsin sir.” I first gave him an angry look and said, “Consent? He doesn’t know anything about this.”

Anirban, “I always knew it. If taken by our cultural norm, it’s always wrong to have an extra-marital affair. But a woman desires to have sex outside her marriage. Logically, it’s not wrong at all, and no married woman wants her husband to know this.”

I was amazed by all his tricks and kept quiet as if I was on the back foot. As soon as he saw me getting defensive, he unzipped his trousers. He took his dick out and guided my hands to hold it. He said, “Ma’am, I bet you won’t regret it.”

I swallowed my saliva. The movement in my throat was enough to tell him that I was nervous. My body relaxed. He knew his Asha Ma’am had withdrawn the opposing. He knew his trick worked. He loosened the grip. I tried to show him that I was uncomfortable.

He felt my hair with his fingers and said, “You know, I thought you would not revive our classes after our biking and trekking trip.” I gave him a confused look. Anirban, “Don’t give that look, Ma’am. I saw you watching all of us banging Suparna.”

My face became red. Anirban, “Don’t feel so panicked. As Suparna told you, we never share secrets outside our group.” I was shocked, and my mind was like, ‘How can Suparna share all our conversations with them?’ In that status, not a single word was coming out.

Anirban again kissed my lips gently and said, “Ma’am, you know, I always had a crush on you.” I was like, ‘Oh, the one unknown crush told by Suparna was me!’ I felt like a teenage girl who just found out that the most eligible boy in the class had a crush on her.

Anirban (while kissing me) said, “When you accepted that sexy dress and dressed for us, I knew you were open towards sex.” I said, “Please don’t do it. My marital relation can ruin.”

He again kissed me gently and said, “For the past few years, you have been in a regular sexual relationship with Mohsin sir. Your husband doesn’t know anything about it. That means you are too good to maintain secrets. I said, “You are my student.”

Anirban, “Does it really matter? I am a 22-year-old man, not a kid or teen. I know I can fuck a woman as good as Mohsin sir.” I kept silent for a while. Anirban, “I want to ask you something, Ma’am, can I?” I looked at him with a question mark on my face.

Anirban, “Before yesterday, I never knew that you were in an intimate relationship with Mohsin sir. But there is a strong wave in college that you are the Director’s mistress. As you were my crush from day one, I didn’t give any importance to that and took it as a false rumour before yesterday.”

“Despite being told by some accurate informers. But now I feel that those were not rumours but truth. Am I right, Ma’am?” This was totally unexpected, and I was speechless in shock. Looking at my pale face, Anirban knew that every word from his mouth was true.

Anirban, “I got my reply. You are a really talented woman. If you can handle your 2 sexual relations outside marriage with so much comfort, then 3rd is also easy.” I knew it was the perfect time to fulfil my one more fantasy. I said, “Please don’t tell this ever to my husband.”

Anirban smiled, “Never. But I think you can do something better.” He pushed my shoulder down to make me sit on the kitchen floor on my knees. I knew what he wanted. I sat on my knees, took his dick in his mouth and started sucking.

After a few minutes, Anirban said, “Now I know why the Director chose you. You are an awesome cock sucker.” Anirban held my head tight and started fucking my mouth. As I started choking, I pushed him back and started coughing. Seeing me coughing, he pulled back and gave me a glass of water.

Anirban, “Oh, sorry, Ma’am, it was unintentional.” I said, “No, no, I am fine.” Anirban lifted me in his arms, “Ma’am, can you guide me to your bedroom?” I pointed my finger towards the bedroom. He took me to my bedroom and removed my dress and thong.

I was feeling shy, naked in the bed in front of my student. Anirban, “Wow! You have a very sexy figure, Ma’am, more than I have thought. Within seconds, Anirban also got rid of his every bit of cloth. He jumped over me and started licking my body and sucking my butt cheeks and boobs.

Then he placed his lips over my pussy lips, kissed them for a while and then licked it for the next few minutes. My body was getting out of control. I was curling and twisting on the bed. Anirban, “Ma’am, you are absolutely sexy in bed. Your movement is driving me crazy.”

I smiled, “Suparna is also very pretty.” Anirban, “Yes, she is, but like a common Bengali girl, she is a bit heavier in the lower half. But you are just perfectly curvy, with a nice firm booty and not-so-meaty waistline. Your figure is as sexy as Sunny Leone.”

Hearing this, I was blushing like hell. Ani, “I think you are loving this compliment. I am not saying it just like that. It’s from my heart, but your boobs are not as firm as Sunny.” I said, “These are not silicon.” Ani laughed, grabbed both of my boobs.

He said, “I love these natural juicy melons more than those big fake silicon boobs.” His words were making me blush red, and I was feeling shy. Anirban, “Oh god, I love this shy, blushing, typical Indian woman inside you, Ma’am. I can’t control it now.”

He pulled a pillow and placed it under my buttock. He pushed his fully erect dick inside my pussy slowly. He bent slowly over me, combed my hair backwards, and kissed my lips.

He said, “You are so beautiful, Ma’am. I was in love with you from the moment I saw you, and see what? Today, after waiting for 3 long years, every barrier of age and professional gap has vanished. I am making love with you, Ma’am.” His licking and kissing had already made my nipples erect and hard.

Hearing those words, I felt proud of my beauty so much. I couldn’t hide my inner happiness from reflecting on my face. This was enough for Anirban to know that he now owns his Asha Ma’am and it’s time to go. Anirban started giving gentle thrusts inside my pussy.

After 5-7 minutes of slow fucking, he increased his speed a bit and then more. Finally, it was like a quick shaft. His meat was rubbing my pussy walls real fast. With a huge forceful thrust, he released his love juices inside my pussy. Anirban slept over my body.

After 1 minute, I said, “Please leave now. My husband can return any time now.” He lifted his head, looked in my eyes and said, “It was wonderful, Ma’am, it was a dream come true.” Then he kissed me on the lips, withdrew his dick from my cum filled pussy.

He came down from bed and dressed himself. I also wore my clothes. We moved towards the entry door. Anirban, “Okay, Ma’am, bye, see you soon.” I said, “Please don’t tell about this to anyone.” Anirban, “Okay, I promise you I won’t tell anyone about whatever happened between us today.”

I was surprised, as I wasn’t expecting this from Ani. I said, “Thanks.” Ani, “Except Indranil, Tapan and Pranav.” I said, “Please don’t do that. What if they share this with others.”

Ani, “Ma’am, don’t worry. We keep no secrets from each other and don’t tell anyone outside our group. So it is not possible that I will not share this with them.”

Ani opened the door, then turned towards me and said, “You know, Ma’am, Suparna is Indranil’s girlfriend. You have already seen that we all enjoy her together, and you know what I mean.” Suparna had already told me all that but wasn’t expecting Ani to speak out with so much ease.

His words made me speech less and by the time I wanted to say something to him, he left. After thinking for a few minutes, I called him on his phone and told him to please not tell to his friends. At least till the exams were on. I didn’t want them to distract and effect there studies negatively.

Hearing this, Ani replied, “Sure, Ma’am, I love you and always wanted to fuck you. But you are also the most amazing and caring teacher.” I said, “Okay, bye.” Ani, “Ma’am…” I said, “What?” Ani, “But I will not be able to focus on my studies without meeting you for the next month.”

I said, “Hmmm, I can understand. I don’t want my most brilliant student to go down. So you can come to me whenever you feel you are unable to focus on your studies.” Ani, “Thanks Ma’am, love you, bye.” I said, “Bye, Ani.”

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Part 4 narrates the incidents of the first night home when I heard Bhabhi calling for me in panic in the middle of the night.

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I put my shorts on and rushed to my bhabhi’s room. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs closed tight, rocking back and forth.

Me: What happened, bhabhi?

Bhabhi: I need to use the toilet badly Sonu. I’ve been holding it in for a long time as I didn’t want to wake you up. But I can’t hold it in any longer.

Bhabhi got up and I followed her to the toilet, noticing her heavy hanging braless tits jiggle under her loose shirt as she walked. She got in front of the toilet bowl and turned around looking at me with shame. But she didn’t say anything.

Then I got close in front of bhabhi and knelt down, coming at eye level with her hips. I clutched the waistband of her pajama and nudged them down over her big round buttocks, letting them fall to the ground before removing them. Her white cotton panties looked very old and worn out. The hospital staff must have put them on Bhabhi yesterday morning.

My face was now inches away from bhabhi’s panty-covered privates, so close that I could smell her sweet musky aroma. I had often fantasized about taking a woman’s panties off someday. But not in a million years did I think I would one day get the chance to take off my homely virtuous bhabhi’s panties, who was not only six years older than me but also someone I always looked up to with respect.

I wondered if I was possibly the first man to take off my sister-in-law’s bra. But was I also about to become the first man to take her panties off? Would there be others after me? Then bhabhi looked down at me and said, “Sonu, I can’t hold it anymore.”

I grasped the elastic of bhabhi’s panties and pulled them down over her round milky white buttocks until they were bunched up around her ankles. Then I looked up and staring at me was bhabhi’s faithful devoted pink pussy, covered with jet-black long curly pubes, thick and dense, like a jungle.

My mouth was agape in disbelief at seeing bhabhi’s magnificent private pussy completely exposed and inches away from my face. Before bhabhi’s accident, if someone told me this moment would come one day, I would have slapped them for such an outrageously indecent thought. But here I was, seeing our private family pussy in all its glory while others who knew her could only imagine what was hidden under her proper attire and jerk off.

I was about to raise my brother’s wife’s feet to remove her panties off her ankles. But she had to pee so badly, she couldn’t wait any longer. She immediately sat her plump butt down on the toilet seat, spread her legs wide, stretching her worn-out panties still on her ankles as wide as they could stretch.

Her pussy lips separated, and a jet stream of urine rushed out from her hairy pussy, making a hissing sound as it hit the toilet water! Bhabhi also made a loud “Aahh” sound in relief. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed.

It happened so quickly. I didn’t get a chance to look away. My face was still inches away from my SIL’s now exposed pussy, violently gushing out urine and my mouth agape in shock and awe. Her pubic hairs were glistening with droplets of urine, resembling the dew that forms on early morning grass.

As bhabhi continued to pee, I heard her say, “Oh no, not now!” Then I looked up to see that bhabhi’s blue shirt had started to form wet marks around her nipples which were poking through her shirt just above her navel. She had started leaking milk again and to make the matter worse, she didn’t have a bra on.

Bhabhi panicked and to keep her shirt from getting further wetter, she raised her shirt slightly, exposing her cherry-colored wet elongated nipples pointing down.

Milk escaped her nipples, drip by drip, some landing on her thick white thighs and some down her navel, disappearing into her hairy pussy, joining the steady stream of urine.

Then I looked up to see tears rolling down bhabhi’s face and sweat beads forming on her forehead.

My poor Bhabhi. I cursed myself because even her tears did nothing to make my erection go away. Then I raised my hands to wipe away her tears and sweat as she continued to pee. Suddenly, my phone started ringing, startling us both. It was bhaiya!

Bhaiya: Sonu, how is Sheetal doing now?

How could I tell him that his wife was sitting on the toilet seat with her legs spread wide? That his younger brother was the one who pulled down her panties and with a raging erection was now watching his wife pee gushing from her hairy pussy, milk dripping from her heavy braless tits and tears leaking from her sad tired eyes.

Me: Bhabhi is doing better now, bhaiya.

Bhaiya was silent for a few seconds. He must have heard bhabhi’s pee hitting the toilet water, but he didn’t say anything. Then Bhaiya asked to speak to bhabhi. Bhabhi was still peeing, so I looked at her and she just nodded. I came close to bhabhi, knelt down between her wide-open legs so that the phone was close to her face, and put the phone on speaker. In doing so, my feet were just below and touching her panties, stretched around her ankles.

As bhabhi leaned forward to talk, her heavy braless jugs hung down freely under her shirt, above her panties that were still stretched wide around her ankles. Milk was now dripping down rapidly from her elongated nipples directly down to her outstretched panties.

Even her tears and sweat were rolling down her cheeks and dripping on her panties which were now completely drenched. After a few seconds, bhabhi had finished peeing. But was still talking to bhaiya. She asked him to hold, motioned for me to put the phone on mute, and said she wanted to talk to him privately in her room.

As she stood up, a few drops of pee trickled down her milky white thick thighs, landing on her milk and tear-soaked panties. Then I reached down to pull her panties up, but just as I got them up past her knees, she felt its wetness on her thighs.

Bhabhi: Sonu, these are completely soaked. I can’t wear them. I’m going to my room to finish talking to your bhaiya. Can you keep the phone in my room and give me two minutes before you come in, please?

Then I pulled her wet panties back down to her ankles and off her feet. I remembered that I had forgotten to clean her pussy after she finished peeing. As I turned to get toilet paper, bhabhi had already started walking to her room, unmindful of how sloppy and damp her pussy and pubes had become with pee and milk.

Then I followed my sister-in-law. Below her blue shirt that reached her waist, she was completely nude. My eyes refused to shift focus from her now fully exposed big milky white ass cheeks, jiggling with every step, daring me to grab and mistreat them. I wanted to kiss her buns, knead them, worship them, and bury my face deep in her enormous soft pillows. Unfortunately for me, they were not meant for me to enjoy, they belonged to my brother to play with.

Bhabhi: Keep the phone on the dresser, Sonu. Please unmute it and close the door. Just give me a few minutes.

I closed the door and waited outside her room. But I was so aroused that my penis was ready to explode. I remembered bhabhi’s wet panties were still in the toilet, so I rushed in there, picked up her soaking wet panties, sniffing and taking in the intoxicating aroma of her pussy mixed with the milk, tears, and sweat that had soaked them.

Then I sat on the toilet seat before putting the crotch area of the panty into my mouth. I vigorously stroked my penis as her panty hung from my mouth. Just as I was about to cum, I took her panty out of my mouth and wrapped it tight around my penis, and came violently in them. I sat there for a bit with her panties hanging from my penis which was wet from the mixture of juices on Bhabhi’s panty.

Suddenly, I heard her calling for me in panic. I pulled my shorts up and rushed to her room. She was standing by the bed facing me with her thick bush and plump ass exposed, looking a bit annoyed.

Bhabhi: Where were you, Sonu!? I have been calling for you for five minutes.

Me: Sorry, bhabhi. Are you ok?

She looked down at her shirt, the lower part of which was completely drenched with her leaking milk.

Bhabhi: Sonu, please hurry and bring my breast pump. Can you also get fresh panties from my drawer on the bottom left?

I opened the drawer but there was nothing in there. Then I remembered that when the original plan was for bhabhi to stay at her parents’ house, her mother had come and packed most of bhabhi’s clothes and taken them to her house. I told her about that and that only increased her frustration.

Bhabhi: Sonu, then just bring me my panties you took off in the toilet.

I started panicking. Not only had I put the crotch of bhabhi’s panties in my mouth, but I had also just cum in them! How could I put those back on her? What would happen when she realizes what I did?

Me: But bhabhi, those panties are soaking wet.

Bhabhi: Sonu, I am not going to just stay here without any panties on. Please, just hurry up and bring my panties and breast pump.

I stood there frozen with fear. She couldn’t understand why I had gone silent, but she was getting annoyed and couldn’t wait any longer. She started walking to the toilet and asked me to follow her, which I reluctantly did. Then she stood next to her crumpled cum-soaked panties next to the toilet bowl and said, “Sonu, please.”

With no other choice, I accepted my fate and picked up her panties. Globs of my semen were puddled in the center of her panty which she clearly had not noticed. She raised her feet so I could put them on her. As I slid them up her legs, over her ass and pussy, I meekly looked up at her face, expecting her to feel my sticky cum on her pussy and lash out at me. But there was no reaction. Either she couldn’t feel my cum or she didn’t want to embarrass me.

Bhabhi just walked back to her room waiting for me to bring her breast pump. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked god for saving me from utter humiliation and disgrace. My poor disabled bhabhi didn’t deserve this after all the hardships she endured. But my penis stood erect at the thought of her sitting on her bed, with my cum in her panties, her pussy slathered and coated with my semen.

Then I giddily went to fetch her pump. But as I walked back to her room, I accidentally stumbled and dropped it, dislodging the handle from the pump.

Shit! How I was going to face bhabhi now. Her heavy milk engorged boobs were causing her unbearable discomfort and she desperately needed her milk pumped out.

Me: Sorry bhabhi, I accidentally stumbled and dropped the pump.

I showed bhabhi the broken pump and waited for her to yell at me. But she just closed her eyes in despair and pain.

Me: Bhabhi, I’ll go find one from a medical store.

Bhabhi: Sonu, it’s the middle of the night. Nothing is open right now and I won’t survive like this till morning (tears started rolling down bhabhi’s cheeks).

Then I walked to the side of the bed where she was sitting, knelt down close to her, and wiped the tears from her face. I held her face with my hands, turning it towards me, and asked her to look at me.

Me: Bhabhi, do you trust me? Since you came into our lives, you have always treated me like I am your own child. You are not just my bhabhi, but also a mother to me. I promise never to do anything to betray your trust in me.

Bhabhi nodded her head. With this simple nod, she had placed her complete trust in me. She must have realized that not only had I already seen her nude, but had also seen her urinating and I had not done anything indecent (except masturbating in her dirty panties which she didn’t know about, and all things considered was quite harmless).

Either that or in despair, bhabhi accepted her fate and gave up on shame and decorum, realizing that until her hands healed, she would have no choice but to be dependent on others who would get to see and touch her in various states of indecency.

Then I asked bhabhi to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs touching the ground. She moved into a sitting position by moving her legs and butt.

Me: Bhabhi, I’ll be right back.

I returned with a bottle and rolled bhabhi’s shirt all the way up to her armpits to expose her huge heavy tits. Then I asked her to lean forward and as she did, her massive jugs hung straight down with milk leaking drop by drop.

I placed a towel on the floor to absorb the breast milk and knelt down between her legs, clutched her left glistening elongated nipple between my thumb and index finger, and attempted to pull and squeeze down on her nipple to expel her milk down into the bottle that I was holding with my other hand. I had never milked a cow before. But here I was milking our very own family cow.

However, it was in vain. Milk sprayed everywhere including on my face, instead of just into the bottle. Her eyes were closed. I couldn’t be sure if it was to avoid eye contact with me or because she was in pain. Then I put the bottle down and now with both hands freed, I grabbed her left heavy hanger with one hand and brought it up to my face. I latched on to her large, rugged nipple with my lips and felt my sister-in-law shudder and exclaim a loud “Aah” in surprise!

I looked up and seeing her eyes still closed, I started sucking. Sweet warm milk gushed into my mouth in bursts as I gulped it all down. To keep the flow steady, I started kneading and massaging bhabhi’s big breasts with both hands.

After about 20 minutes, her left breast was completely drained. As I picked up her right breast and brought the nipple into my mouth, my eyes were drawn to what was directly in front of me, between her spread legs.

Bhabhi’s dirty white panties, which by now had dried up, had started to get wet again. My poor bhabhi, her heart and pussy had always been loyal to bhaiya, but her partially disabled body was not able to resist the pleasure of a mouth pulling and sucking on her nipple even if that mouth belonged to her younger brother-in-law.

My penis was already standing erect. But as I saw bhabhi’s panties getting wetter, as if possessed, my hold on her breast tightened and my gentle kneading turned rough, my fingers digging into her breast flesh and mouth opened wide to take in more than just her nipple.

Hoping she would attribute this to my inexperience, I aggressively forced as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, completely taking her wide bumpy areolas into my mouth, sucking on them with passion and vigor. I remember feeling so sorry for bhabhi. She could not even use her hands to pleasure herself later and bhaiya was not here to help her.

I wanted to reach between her thighs, tear her dirty panties off and help relieve the pent-up frustration in her wet hungry pussy. But I couldn’t.

I was so lost in conflicting emotions, I didn’t realize that my brother’s wife’s breast milk flow had stopped and continued sucking. But now also playing with her nipple in my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue, gently biting on them like a dog with a chew toy. I only came back to my senses as I heard bhabhi repeatedly calling my name. Then I looked up at her face with her breast still in my mouth.

Bhabhi: Sonu, please, you can stop now. No more milk is there.

Bhabhi’s saliva-coated abused nipple slipped out as I opened my mouth. I was waiting for her to scold me, but she didn’t say a word. She herself must have felt guilty for involuntarily getting wet and thought it was best not to speak about it.

Then I got up and rolled her shirt back down to cover her braless boobs. There was silence for a few seconds. Bhabhi’s face was still troubled as if she wanted to say something but was hesitating.

Me: Are you ok now, bhabhi?

Bhabhi: Sonu, I need to use the toilet again.

Me: Sure bhabhi, I’ll help you.

Bhabhi: No, not that Sonu. I have to go number 2.

Me: Oh I see! Doesn’t matter, bhabhi. Let’s go.

Then she got up and walked to the toilet as I followed behind her.

She stood in front of the toilet bowl. I knelt down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. I was staring at her wet hairy pussy.

Bhabhi sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs wide. I turned around to leave to give her privacy until I heard her make animal-like grunting sounds while applying pressure. Even her grunts were irresistible to me!

I turned around and, in that instant, I saw what looked like a long banana-sized log emerged from under bhabhi’s butt and plunk into the toilet water. Thinking she was done, I approached her only to see her grunt again and release another banana-sized log.

“I am done, Sonu”, said Bhabhi with a sweaty tired face.

Then I asked her to scoot forward on the toilet seat just a bit so I could reach behind her and clean her with toilet paper and hand-held bidet spray. I was proud that I was able to take care of my sweet bhabhi in this difficult time, no matter what the ask was.

Then she got up from the toilet seat and I knelt down to pull her panties up. Her panties had become so overused and worn out that as I was pulling them up, I heard a ripping sound. Her panty had a large torn slit in the middle. She heard it too.

Not knowing what to do, I pulled them up all the way up. But it was pointless and even she knew the torn panties did nothing to cover her modesty. Her pubic hair and labia were poking through the torn slit. Then I pulled bhabhi’s panties back down and off her feet.

Me: Bhabhi, why don’t I shower you first, and then I’ll try to find fresh panties to put on you?

Bhabhi: Ok, Sonu.

Then I turned on the shower and took off my SIL’s shirt. For the first time, she stood completely nude in front of me. Her huge boobs, hairy pussy, and round ass were completely exposed. She stepped under the shower and let the warm water fall down her body for a bit. I then turned off the shower and stepped in with her, standing in front of her. I took off my shirt, not wanting to get it wet. She didn’t say anything as she understood.

Then I shampooed bhabhi’s long wavy hair, my bare chest touching her milk bags occasionally. I pumped body soap into my palms and took a moment to decide where to start. There were so many options. I was like a kid at a festival who couldn’t wait to try out all the rides but had to start somewhere.

I washed bhabhi’s face first and rinsed it off. Then I lathered her neck, hands, and back. I lifted her arms to lather her armpits which by now had considerable wavy curls on them as she had not shaved since the accident.

Then I pumped more soap into my palms and lathered her heavy-hanging melons. Her body shuddered as I held and scrubbed them. I knelt down and lathered her feet working my way up her calves to her thick thunder thighs.

Now staring me in the face was her hairy pussy. I had never touched bhabhi there before and was not sure if I should clean her pussy as well. I was afraid she would react negatively and yell at me. Then I thought about asking her first but decided we were past that point and cupped her pussy in my hand, moving my hand up and down her pussy to lather it up.

She almost fell down as she felt the first human touch on her starved pussy in a long time. I had to stand up and hold her with one hand while the other hand aggressively scrubbed and cleaned her hairy pussy. As much as I wanted to, it was only bhaiya and bhabhi’s trust in me that kept me from inserting my fingers inside bhabhi’s sopping wet hairy pussy.

Lastly, I knelt down behind bhabhi. Now inches away from my face were two big perfectly round white ass cheeks, soft like pillows that any man would want to bury their face in. My erect penis was telling me to lean forward and kiss her soft jiggly cheeks. But my brain knew better.

Then I grabbed each ass cheek one at a time and lathered and scrubbed them. Then I asked her to spread her legs and lean forward a bit so I could clean her ass crack.

As I scrubbed up and down her ass crack, my fingers brushed past her asshole and bhabhi lost her footing and stumbled back on me! We both fell down backward, me landing flat on my back and she landing in a squatting position on my bare chest. The feeling of her soft plump ass cheeks and hairy pussy on my smooth bare chest and the view of her enormous round jiggly buttocks and hanging titties from behind felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I did not want this moment to end.

Bhabhi looked down and must have noticed my erection forming a tent in my shorts. In a panic, she tried to get up using just her legs. But it was too slippery and only resulted in her sliding her juicy butt and hairy pussy back and forth on my bare chest, almost sliding up to my face.

I waited anxiously for her behemoth ass to slide up and completely engulf my face. Unfortunately for me that didn’t happen, as she gave up and stopped.

Bhabhi: Help me get up, Sonu!

Reluctantly, I got us both backup, rinsed the soap off her body, and dried her with a towel. Bhabhi told me to once again go and carefully look for her underwear in her drawers and bring new pajamas as well. I found a nursing bra, which I brought to her along with her pajamas, but I couldn’t find any panties.

Then I grabbed and lifted her boobs and tucked them in the nursing bra cup and put her button-down pajama top on. Standing there half nude, with her thick bush and buttocks exposed, Bhabhi said, “Sonu, what about my panties?”

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Hello dosto mera naam Rahul hai. Meri umar 24 saal hai. Aur main Delhi ka rehne wala hu. Waise to aap sabhi mujhe jante hi hai. Main Indian sex story par kahani likhta hu. Jise aap sabhi bahut pasand karte hai.

Magar mujhe nahi malum tha ki meri story ko padhne wala mera bhi ek dost hoga. Meri ye kahani meri hi dost aur meri hai. Jiski maine madad ki aur meri madad se woh apni mummy ko chod paya. Aur uske baad uski aur meri zindagi badal gayi.

Mere dost ka naam Abhishek hai. Aur woh meri hi umar ka hai. Abhishek competition ki tayari kar raha hai. Aur sath sath hum dono online kaam karke paise kamate hai. Isi wajah se hum dono ka milna lagbhag roj hi hota hai.

Main hamesha uske ghar jata rehta hu. Hum dono hi kafi time sath mein bitate hai. Aur har tarah ki baate karte hai. Abhishek ki mummy ka naam Sudha hai. Aur unka figure 38-40-44 hai.

Figure jankar aap samajh hi gaye honge ki unhe dekhkar logo ka kya haal hota hoga. Aunty government job karti hai. Aur subha jaake shaam ko hi aati hai. Aunty jayadatar salwar suit aur saree pehnti hai.

Aur dono mein hi unka badan samne walo ka lund khada kar deta hai. Aunty ki chuchiya aur gaand ek dum ubhri hui dikhai deti hai. Jise dekhkar mera lund bhi unhe salami deta hai. Hum sab ki life theek chal rahi thi.

Magar fir woh din aaya. Jiske baad sab badal gaya. Ye baat 7 mahine pehle ki hai. Jab meri kahani (holiday trip par mummy ki chudai) aayi thi. Jise logo ne bahut pasand kiya tha.

Mujhe bahut se mails aa rahe the. Aur main sare mails ka jawab bhi de raha tha. Tabhi mujhe ek mail aaya. Jismein ladke ka naam Abhishek tha. Magar tab main ye nahi janta tha ki ye mera real friend nikalega.

Abhi – Hello Rahul main aapka bahut bada fan hu. Maine abhi aapki kahani (holiday trip par mummy chudai) padi. Sach mein aapki kahani bahut mast hai. Waise aap kaha ke rehne wale ho bhai.

Main – Thank you so much bhai. Meri kahani ko pasand karne ke liye. Main Delhi ka rehne wala hu. Aur aap kaha se ho.

Abhi – Bhai, mera naam Abhishek hai. Aur main bhi Delhi ka hi rehne wala hu. Bhai aap ye jo mummy bete ki chudai kahani likhte ho. Kya ye sach hoti hai?

Main – Bhai, meri kahani logo ki fantasy hoti hai. Jo ladke apni mummy ki chudai karna chahte hai. Magar real mein kar nahi pate hai. Woh mujhe apni ye sab baate batate hai. Aur main us par kahani likh deta hu.

Abhi – Wah, bhai matlab log aapse apni apni mummy ke bare mein baate karte hai. Aur aap unki sari baate sunke. Unke upar kahani likh dete ho. Waise kya aapne kabhi aise kisi se baat ki hai. Jo apni mummy ko chod chuka ho.

Main – Bhai, apni mummy ke bare mein aise baat aap kisi jaankar se nahi kar skate ho. Isiliye log kisi anjaan se kar lete hai. Jo unhi ki tarah sochta ho. Waise apni mummy ko chodne ka dava bahut karte hai.

Magar mujhe kisi ki baat par yakin nahi hota hai. Waise kya aap bhi mummy ke liye incest ho?

Abhi – Ha bhai mujhe bhi meri mummy bahut aachi lagti hai. Jab bhi main unhe dekhta hu. To mera lund khada ho jata hai. Aur mera man karta hai. Unhe pakad ke chod du. Magar aap bhi jante ho. Ye asan nahi hai. Magar ha unhe dekh dekhkar lund jarur hila leta hu.

Main – Bhai, ye bilkul normal hai kyuki kabhi na kabhi har ladke ne apni mummy ko nanga dekha hai. Kuch log ise bhool ke aage badh jate hai. Magar kuch apni mummy ke husan ke deewane ho jate hai. Waise aapko meri konsi story sabse jayada pasand aayi.

Abhi – Bhai, maine aaj hi aapki latest story padi thi. Aur use padne ke baad maine baaki bhi story padi. Sab ki sab bahut aachi hai. Magar ye jo aapki latest story hai. Ye meri favorite hai. Waise ye story aapne kiske liye likhi hai.

Main – Bhai, mera dost hai jiska naam bhi Abhishek hai. Maine ye story use aur uski mummy ko dhayan mein rakhkar likhi hai.

Abhi – Bhai, kya aapka dost bhi incest hai. Jo apni mummy ko chodna chahta hai.

Main – Bhai, is baat ka mujhe pata nahi hai. Magar hum dono hi badi umar ki aurto ko pasand karte hai. Isiliye bas uske bare socha aur story likh di. Waise kya tumhe bhi story likhwani hai.

Abhi – Bhai, meri story to aap pehle hi likh chuke ho.

Main – Ye kya keh rahi bhai? Maine kab likhi aapki story.

Abhi – Bhai, ye jo aapki latest story hai. Jo aapne apne dost ke bare mein likhi hai. Ye bilkul same meri story hai kyuki mera naam bhi Abhishek hai. Bas us kahani mein mummy ka naam alag hai. Meri mummy ka naam Sudha hai.

Main – Oh, aacha wahi main kahu. Maine kab story likh di aapki. Waise kya aap sach mein apni mummy ko chodna chahate hai. Ya ye sirf ek fantasy hai.

Abhi – Bhai, chodna to chahta hu. Magar aap bhi jante ho. Ye itna asan nahi hota hai. Isiliye abhi sirf upar upar se maze le leta hu.

Main – Aise konse maze le lete ho bhai. Jisse aunty ko kuch kehti bhi nahi hai.

Abhi – Bas bhai kabhi mummy ki gaand par hath laga deta hu. To kabhi unhe peeche se pakad leta hu. Jisse mera pura lund unki gaand mein lag jata hai. Aur jab unhe job par chhodne jata hu. To bilkul chipakkar bethta hu. Jisse unki chuchiya ek dum dab jati hai.

Main – Wahh bhai matlab pure maze le rahe ho. Aur aunty kuch kehti bhi nahi hai.

Abhi – Ha bhai mummy kuch nahi kehti hai. Shayad unhe pata hi nahi hai ki main unke liye kya sochta hu. Yaha tak ki jab main unke pair ki malish karta hu. Tab bhi woh mexi mein hoti hai. Aur maine aise kai bar unki chut bhi dekhi hai.

Main – Wahh bhai matlab tum to jannat dekhe bethe ho. Waise yaar mujhe lagta hai. Unhe mehsus to sab hota hoga. Magar tum unke bete ho. Isiliye woh shayad kuch galat nahi samjhati hai.

Waise tumse baat karke bahut aacha laga. Chalo bhai ab main kuch kaam kar lu. Fir baat karte hai.

Abhi – Mujhe bhi bahut aacha laga aapse baat karke bhai. Warna jisse bhi baat karo. To woh bas yahi kehte hai ki mom ki photo dikha do. Ye dikha do woh dikha do. Magar aapne aisa kuch nahi kaha. Jab aap free ho to message kar dena.

Main – Theek hai bhai. Free ho jaunga to message kar dunga.

Abhishek se baat karke main ghar se nikal gaya. Aur fir main aapne real dost Abhishek ke ghar pauch gaya. Aur bell bajane ke baad Abhishek ka intezar karne laga. Tabhi Abhishek ke pados mein rehni wali aunty bahar aayi. Aur jhadu maarne lagne lagi. Aur aunty ko dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya.

Aunty ka muh dusri taraf tha. Aur woh jhuk kar jhadu laga rahi thi. Aunty ki moti gaand ek dum uthi hui dikhayi de rahi thi. Aur mera lund unhe salami de raha tha. Tabhi Abhishek ne darwaja khola. Magar mera dhayan to aunty ki gaand par tha.

Abhi – Ab ander bhi aa waha kya dekh raha hai?

Main – Abe wahi dekh raha hu. Jiske deewane hum dono hai.

Meri baat sunke Abhishek bahar nikal ke dekhne laga. Aur uski nazar bhi aunty ki gaand par gayi. Aur fir Abhishek ka hath bhi aapne lund par chala gaya. Aur ab hum dono aunty ki gaand ko dekhne lage.

Abhi – Bhai, ye aunty apni gaand dikha dikha ke pagal kar deti hai. Ek bar mil jaye to faad ke rakh dunga.

Main – Are bhai hame kaha se milegi. Waise iske pati ki to moj hai. Roj iski gaand marta hai. Tabhi to itni moti gaand ho gayi hai.

Kuch der hum dono aunty ki gaand ko dekhte rahe. Aur fir woh jhaadu lagake ander chali gayi. Aur fir hum dono bhi ander aa gaye.

Main – Bhai, ye aunty to roj lund khada kar deti hai. Aapni gaand dikha dikha ke.

Abhi – Ha bhai sala iski gaand dekhkar jayada dimag kharab hota hai. Man karta hai ek din pakad ke chod du.

Main – Bhai, tu pata le is aunty ko. Kasam se bhai tere maze ho jayenge.

Abhi – Abe pagal ho gaya hai kya? Ye aunty bahut ladaku hai. Sare mohalle mein tamasha ho jayega. Aur fir meri mummy meri gaand tod dengi.

Main – Chal bhai chhod ise. Waise tune kal new project join kiya ya nahi.

Abhi – Bas bhai wahi video dekh raha tha. Chal tu bhi sath mein kar le.

Fir Abhishek aur main kaam mein lag gaye. Hum dono crypto chain ke project join karte hai. Aur usi se paise kamate hai. Kafi der tak kaam karne ke baad main aapna mobile chala raha tha.

Aur Abhishek bhi aapne mobile mein laga hua tha. Mujhe abhi tak ye malum nahi tha ki jis online fan Abhishek se main baat kar raha hu. Woh mera yahi dost nikalega.

Meri kahani (holiday trip par mummy chudai) maine Abhishek ki mummy ko dhayan mein rahkar hi likhi thi kyuki Abhishek ki mummy ko dekhkar. Mera lund bhi unhe salami dene lagta hai.

Abhishek ki mummy ki badi badi chuchiya aur uthi gaand mera dimag kharab kar deti hai. Magar mujhe nahi pata thi ki mera dost bhi apni mummy ko chodna chahta hai. Magar mujhe ye baat jaldi hi pata chalne wali thi.

Main mobile chala hi raha tha ki tabhi mujhe online wale Abhishek ka mail aaya.

Abhi – Aur bhai free ho gaye kya aap?

Main – Ha bas free hi hu. Thoda kaam kar raha tha. Aap batao kya ho raha hai?

Abhi – Bas bhai betha hua tha. To socha aapse baat kar lu. Waise aapke sath mummy ki baat karne mein maza aata hai.

Main – Ha bhai hum dono hi incest hai. Isiliye hame mummy ke bare mein baat karne mein maza aata hai. Waise bhai aapko apni mummy ki konsi cheej sabse jayada pasand hai.

Abhi – Bhai, mujhe mummy ki gaand bahut pasand hai. Aur unki moti moti dudh jaise janghe. Agar mummy ek bar mouka de de. To din bhar chaat ta rahu. Waise bhai aapne jo kahani aapne dost ki mummy ki likhi hai. Uski mummy kaise hai.

Main – Bhai, woh bhut hi sexy hai. Unki uthi hui gaand aur chuchiya mujhe bahut pasand hai.

Abhi – Bhai, agar woh itni hi sexy hai. To kya aapka dost unhe chodna nahi chahta hai.

Main – Bhai, maine kabhi usse ye pucha nahi. Waise bhi aise baat koi aapne real friend ko thodi batata hai. Aap batao aapne kis kis ko ye baat batayi hai.

Abhi – Sahi kaha bhai. Ye baat sabko batane ki nahi hoti hai. Waise bhai kya sach mein koi mummy aapne bete se chudwa sakti hai.

Main – Bhai, mummy bhi ek aurat hi hoti hai. Jiski baki aurto ki tarah icchaye hoti hai. Bas ghar ke kaam kaaj mein woh itna busy ho jati hai ki khud par dhayan nahi de pati hai. Agar unke ander ki aurat jag jaye. To woh bhi chudai karke maze le sakti hai.

Abhi – Sahi kaha bhai. Isiliye main mummy ke sath ye sab harkate karta rehta hu. Taaki woh mujhpe dhayan de. Magar thoda darr bhi lagta hai. Isiliye puri tarah se aage nahi badh paya hu.

Main – Waise bhai aapke papa ghar par sath rehte hai. Ya kahi bahar job karte hai.

Abhi – Bhai, mere papa aate jaate rehte hai. Aur unhi ki wajah se to main mummy par jayada dhayan deta hu.

Main – Aisa kya kiya aapke papa ne bhai?

Abhi – Bhai, papa bahar aate jaate rehte hai. Isiliye unka affair ho gaya. Aur mummy ko ye baat pata chal gayi. Tab dono mein bahut ladayi hui thi. Mummy ne papa ko maaf to kar diya. Magar uske baad se mujhe nahi lagta hai ki mummy ne papa ko chodne diya hoga.

Main – Wahh bhai matlab tumhari mummy bhi ander se tadap rahi hai. Tabhi tum choti moti harkate karte rehte ho.

Abhi – Ha bhai magar abhi tak baat nahi bani hai. Ek bar mummy maan jaye. To unki saalo ki garmi nikal dunga. Bhai mujhe ek kaam aa gaya. Woh karke aapko massage karta hu.

Main – Theek hai bhai. Main bhi aapna kaam kar leta hu.

Jaise hi online wale Abhishek ne mujhe rukne ko kaha. Tabhi mere samne betha Abhishek bola.

Abhi – Kya dekh raha hai bhai?

Main – Are kuch nahi yaar bas kuch video download kar raha tha.

Abhi – Sale kitni video download karega. Jab dekho to porn hi download karta rehta hai.

Main – Are yaar bas jab ghar par free hota hu. To dekh leta hu. Tere pass to wifi hai. Jitni marzi utni download karo.

Abhishek se baat karke main ghar ki taraf nikal pada. Aur mere nikalte hi online wale Abhishek ka massage aa gaya. Main pure raste baat karta hua ghar pauch gaya. Aur fir thodi der baat karke mein so gaya.

Fir main shaam ko aapne real friend Abhishek se mila. Hum dono fir ghumne nikal gaye. Raste mein hum dono hi auntiyon ko aur unki gaand ko taad rahe the.

Abhi – Bhai, yaar ye auntiyon ko kaise pataya jaye yaar. Bahut man karta hai. Auntiyon ki chudai karne ka.

Main – Bhai, agar mujhe pata hota. To main khud nahi pata leta. Kab se bas hilaye hi ja rahe hai. Aur ladki pata lo. To uske alag drame hote hai.

Abhi – Sahi keh raha hai bhai. Maine bhi swati se break up kar liya hai. Sali ke drama bahut the.

Main – Matlab ab tu bhi meri tarah hi hilane wala hai.

Abhishek meri baat sunke hasne laga. Aur fir main aur Abhishek uske ghar aa gaye. Abhishek ne bell bajayi. To kuch der baad aunty ne darwaja khola. Aunty ne tab mexi pehni hui thi.

Aur bra mein kaid unki chuchiya ek dum phaad jaise khadi hui thi. Mera lund to unhe dekhti hi khada ho gaya tha. Darwaja khulte hi hum dono ander aa gaye. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Namaste aunty, kaise ho aap.

Abhi ki Mummy – Main theek hu beta. Aur tum kaise ho. Aur tayari kaise chal rahi hai.

Main – Sab theek hai aunty. Aur tayari bhi theek chal rahi hai. Waise uncle nahi dikh rahe hai.

Abhi ki mummy – Beta woh to kaam se bahar hi rehte hai. Shayad kal aayenge. Abhi tu saman le aaya. Jo maine kaha tha.

Abhi – Ha mummy le aaya. Hum dono chhat par ja rahe hai.

Abhi ki mummy – Theek hai beta.

Abhishek ki mummy saman leke kitchen mein jaane lagi. Aur meri nazar unki moti gaand par thehar gayi. Aunty ki gaand dekhkar saaf pata chal raha tha ki unhone ander aaj penty nahi pehni hai.

Fir hum dono chhat par aa gaye. Aur kafi der tak baat karte rahe. Abhishek aur main roj uski chhat par bethe kai ghanto tak baate karte hai. Kuch der Abhishek se baat karke main aapne ghar aa gaya. Aur fir main apni agli story likhne laga. Aur kuch der baad so gaya.

Agle din fir subha meri online wale Abhishek se baat hui. Hum dono lagbhag roj baat karne lage. Aur woh mujhe apni mummy ki baate batata. Aur mujhse idea mangta ki woh kaise apni mummy ko chudai ke liye raazi kare.

Main bhi use woh sab batata. Jisse uski mummy pat sakti thi. Waise idea sunna asan hai. Magar use istemal karna muskil. Par hum dono ki baate roj hoti. Bas jab main aapne real dost Abhishek ke sath hota.

Tab main use koi message nahi karta tha. Aur na hi woh mujhe message karta tha kyuki mujhe to malum hi nahi tha ki mera real dost hi online wala Abhishek hai. Online wale Abhishek se baat karte hue.

Mujhe lagbhag 1 mahina ho gaya tha. Hum dono kaafi aache dost ban gaye the. Hum dono ab mail ki jagah Instagram par baate karte the. Hum dono ka hi Instagram fake tha. Jisse hum dono bas baate hi karte the.

Hum dono main sirf text se hi baate hoti thi. Abhi tak hum dono ne ek dusre audio call nahi ki thi kyuki hamari dosti sirf online thi. Hum dono ne hi ek dusre ko apni shakal nahi dikhayi thi. Par ab Abhishek mujhpe bharosha karta tha.

Aur woh mujhe apni sari baate batata tha. Aur woh din aaya. Jis din mujhe ye pata chal gaya ki main jisse baat karta hu. Woh aur koi nahi mera real dost Abhishek hi hai. Us din hum sex ki baate kar rahe the. Tabhi Abhishek bola.

Abhi – Bhai, jab se aapse ye sari baate karne laga. Mujhe sach mein bahut aacha lagta hai.

Main – Mujhe bhi bahut aacha lagta hai bhai. Warna mostly log mujhse bas photo dikha do. Ya us ladke ka contect de do. Jiski story aapne likhi hai. Aise baate karte hai.

Abhi – Bhai, aapki yahi cheej sabse aachi hai. Hum dono itne time se baat kar rahe hai. Magar aaj tak aapne kabhi mujhse galat baat nahi ki, aur nahi photo maangi. Yata tak aapki kahani mein bhi aap mummy ko gali nahi niklate ho.

Warna log to apni kahani mein mummy ko randi bol bol ke chodte hai. Aur unhe ismein maza aata hai. Jab se maine aapki kahani padna shuru kiya hai. Tab se mujhe kisi aur ki kahani aachi hi nahi lagti hai.

Main – Bhai, mummy kisi ki bhi unke liye gande shabd nahi bolne chahiye. Mummy ke sath chudai enjoy karo. Magar unhe ganda bolna mujhe pasand nahi hai. Isiliye meri kahani simple hoti hai.

Abhi – Waise bhai kya aap meri mummy ko dekhna chahoge?

Main – Bhai, waise iski jarurat nahi hai. Hum dono baat karte hai yahi bahut hai.

Maine ye baat boli hi thi ki usse pehle Abhishek ne mujhe photo bhej di. Jismein ek aurat leti hui thi. Aur uske ghutne mude hue the. Jiski wajah se ukki chut dikh rahi thi. Jise dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya tha.

Abhi – Kaise lagi bhai meri mummy ki chut.

Main – Bahut hi sexy hai yaar. Ab mujhe pata chala ki tum kyu apni mummy ki chudai karna chahte ho.

Abhi – Ha bhai dekho na kitni fuli hui chut hai. Mera papa to pagal hai. Jo bahar muh marte hai. Jabki unke pass to mummy jaise aurat hai.

Main – Bhai, mardo ko dusri ki biwi jayada pasand hoti hai. Waise ye photo aapne le kaise li.

Abhi – Bhai, jab papa nahi hote hai. To main mummy ke sath hi sota hu. Aur mummy ke pairo ki malish bhi karta hu. Tab hamesha mujhe mummy ki chut aur janghe dekhne ka mouka milta hai.

Main – Bhai, kabhi mummy ki chut par hath nahi lagaya aapne.

Abhi – Nahi bhai aisa sochne bhar se gaand fatne lagti hai. Waise mummy ki jangho ko jarur sehlaya. Magar unhone mera hath hata diya tha.

Main – Ha bhai ye to hona hi tha. Koi bhi mummy aapne bete ko aisa thodi karne dengi.

Abhi – Ruko bhai aapko mummy ki gaand dikhata hu.

Abhishek ne agle hi pal ek photo bhej di. Jise dekhkar main hil gaya. Aur mujhe pata chal gaya ki ye mera hi dost hai. Abhishek ne jo photo bheji thi. Usmein uski mummy mexi pehne leti hui thi.

Unki shakal nahi dikh rahi thi. Magar unki gaand ke peeche ka pura hissa dikh raha tha. Jo bilkul Abhishek ki mummy jaisa lag raha tha. Aur us photo mein jo bed tha. Use main kaise bhool sakta hu.

Kyuki woh bed mere real dost Abhishek ke drawing room mein rakha hua hai. Jo main lagbhag roj hi dekhta hu. Photo dekhne ke baad kuch der tak to mujhe samajh hi nahi aaya ki main kya bolu.

Magar main ye baat samajh gaya tha ki ye mera hi dost Abhishek hai. Bas mujhe ek aur proof chahiye tha. Jisse mera dought sahi sabit ho jaye.

Abhi – Bhai, kaise lagi mummy ki gaand. Pakka aapka lund khada ho gaya hoga.

Main – Ha bhai bahut mast gaand hai aunty ki. Bhai ek baat kahu.

Abhi – Ha bhai bolo.

Main – Bhai, yaha text message karne mein time lagta hai. Kyu na hum dono audio call par baat kar le. Waise bhi iske liye number bhi nahi dena padega.

Abhishek ko ye baat bolke main uske message ka intezar karne laga. Tabhi uska direct Instagram par call aa gaya. Aur call aate hi maine use utha liya. Aur samne se awaaj aayi.

Abhi – Hello bhai kaise ho aap.

Ye awaaj sunke mujhe koi dought nahi raha ki ye mera hi dost hai. Aur maine kuch bolne se pehle call kaat diya. Aur ek message kar diya.

Main – Sorry bhai kuch kaam aa gaya. Jaise hi free hota hu. Tab baat karte hai.

Abhi – Theek hai bhai baad mein baat karte hai.

Abhishek ko message karne ke baad main beth gaya. Aur yahi sochen laga ki main jisse abhi tak baat kar raha tha. Woh mera hi dost nikla. Mujhe aaj tak kabhi Abhishek par shak nahi hua ki woh apni mummy ko chodna chahta hai.

Main jis kahani ko imagine karke likha tha. Abhishek use real mein jeeta hai. Ab Abhishek ki ki hui har baat meri aankho ke samne ghumne lagi. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki mera story ka fan mera hi dost nikalega.

Us din main kahi nahi gaya. Main bas yahi sochta raha ki Abhishek ko samne se ye baat kaise puchu. Pure din sochne ke baad maine faisla kar liya ki main Abhishek se direct baat karunga.

Kyuki ab main uska raaz janta hu. Aur Abhishek ek aacha insan hai. Woh mera raaz bhi kisi ko nahi batayega. Aur agle din 10 baje main Abhishek ke ghar pauch gaya. Abhishek bilkul normal tha. Aur woh laptop par kuch kaam kar raha tha.

Main bar bar darr raha tha ki kahi is baat se Abhishek aur mere beech ladayi na ho jaye. Magar kehte hai na ki shak ka keeda jab tak dimag mein rehta hai. Jab tak uska ilaaj na kiye jaye. Isiliye maine bhi faisla kar liya ki main Abhishek se ye baat puch ke rahunga.

Main – Bhai, tujhse ek baat puchu agar bura na mane to.

Abhi – Ha ha bhai puch kya bat hai?

Main – Bhai, mujhe tere bare mein kuch pata chala hai. Pehle mummy ki kasam kha naraj nahi hoga.

Abhi – Ha ha bhai maa kasam. Ab bol.

Maine aapna mobile nikala. Aur apni incest Rahul wali Instagram id login karke. Mobile Abhishek ke hath mein de diya. Abhishek ne jaise hi messages aur apni mummy ki photo dekhi. Uski aankhe fati ki fati reh gayi.

Abhishek ka halak sukh gaya. Aur woh mujhse najare churane laga. Maine bhi apni nazar neeche kar li. Kuch der hum dono chup bethe rahe. Fir jaise hi main bolne laga. Tabhi Abhishek bola.

Hi Readers, Kartik again. I hope you like my previous story. It is about how I managed to fuck my married ex-girlfriend, Princy and made her my slut. Let me continue the story!

The next morning, we woke up naked in bed. I wanted to have sex, but she refused. Princy was too tired of the adventure we had last night. So we got up and dressed in normal daily clothes.

Me: You are quiet. Are you angry with me for yesterday? You looked very satisfied yesterday.

Princy: Not sure, Kartik, Im so confused. I have mixed feelings about yesterday.

Me: It is alright to feel that way! But for sure, that beggar enjoyed you a lot.

Princy: Wait! Did that beggar fuck me while I was blindfolded yesterday? Tell me the truth.

Me: No! he just got to see us fuck, and in between, he touched your body. Later, you gave him a blowjob yourself. Nothing more. (I lied to her)

Princy: Okay, I believe you! (saying this, she kissed me)

Me: Why are you disappointed that he did not fuck you?

Princy: What! No. (With a shy face)

Me: But a blowjob to a beggar was a turn-on. Lucky beggar.

Princy: Shut up! I was too horny. I had no sense at that moment (while blushing).

Me: You’re a total slut! You have to obey whatever I say.

Agreeing to this, Princy started kissing me. I played with her boobs a little. She then released herself and walked towards the sofa, booking for a taxi. Then she left my place.

It was regular weekdays we were on our usual routine. We were supposed to meet on Saturday. But due to some urgent reason, I had to go to Mumbai for a few days. Princy was a little upset as I was leaving without meeting her.

Saturday morning, I got a video call while driving to Mumbai. It was Princy. She was in the bathroom, totally naked.

Princy: Hey, sexy! Come near me. (while pressing her boobs)

Me: Are you trying to make me jealous?

Princy: Shut up! Come take care of me.

Me: I will take care of you once I’m back. Till then, you can visit the garden to get fucked by the beggar you gave a blowjob last week. (Jokingly)

Princy: What! Oh, okay yeah, I will go and get fucked (angry face). You don’t have to worry about me anymore. That beggar will take care of me from now on.

She ended the call. I tried calling her, but she did not answer. After reaching Mumbai, I sent her a message to forgive me. I asked her if she could come to Goa with me next weekend. After 30 minutes, I got a call from her. She was still angry, but she agreed to come to Goa.

I had some naughty plans for our trip. So, in Mumbai, I visited the electronics market to purchase a small micro camera. Their recording connects to my cell phone.

On Thursday afternoon, while I was driving back to Pune. I called Princy to remind her about the Goa plan! I asked her to take some sexy revealing dresses and come to my place around 7 pm tomorrow. I reached my Pune flat around 8 pm.

As I opened the main door, I saw Princy in my flat to surprise me. She was wearing her office dress (light pink shirt tucked in black knee-length skirt body fit). She was looking dam hot. I kept my luggage aside. Without a thought, I lifted her holding her ass and started kissing.

I was too horny seeing her after so many days. I then placed her on the sofa and pulled her skirt away from her body. To my surprise, she was not wearing underwear. I then removed my jeans and underwear. Without wasting time, I inserted my hard dick inside her pussy and started to fuck.

I slowly moved my hand near her boobs and pressed them over her shirt. She was moaning out loud. I then changed her to a doggy position and started fucking. After a good time, I realised my cum inside her pussy. We both collapse on the sofa, kissing each other.

She then suggested I take a shower as I travelled. After showering, I came out of the bathroom wet and naked. Princy was in my room talking to her husband on the phone while adjusting her skirt. I quickly held her from behind. I spread her legs, taking her skirt up above her ass and inserted my dick in her pussy.

I then slowly pushed her to bed with my wet, naked body. I was fucking her in the doggy position while she was talking to her husband. After some fucking I released my cum inside her.

She then ended her call by saying, “I love you,” to her husband. She cleaned herself and kissed me goodbye. She went home by cab.

It was Friday. Princy arrived at my place at 7 pm with her luggage. She was wearing a white body-fit shirt and tight, full-length black leggings. Looking at her thighs, I had a quick boner. We then had a quick fuck session.

While we were getting dressed, I said.

Me: Don’t wear bra and panties, just wear shirts and leggings.

Princy: Okay, baba! But my boobs will be visible. It’s a very thin shirt.

Me: It night nighttime anyway. No one will see. It will be just me and you in the car.

Agreeing to this, she wears only a shirt and leggings. I held her from behind, looking at the mirror. I then started rubbing her pussy over her leggings. Her pussy area was getting wet over the leggings.

Princy: Let’s go now! Are we not getting late?

I then let her go off my arms. We started our road trip to Goa around 8:30 pm.

Princy: Kartik! You were saying you have some plans for me on this trip. Tell me.

Me: Yes! But you need to have patience, my dear. I have some plans, trust me.

Princy: Okay, fine! But I’m curious to know.

She smiled, and then we continued our journey. Around 11 pm, we stopped at the local dhaba to have food. Princy was a little uncomfortable looking at dhaba. It was all crowded with truck drivers. Around 30/40 trucks were parked in dhaba parking.

I suggest Princy not to come out if she is not comfortable. I will get the food in the car. Saying this, I went out and got food for both of us.

Princy: Please tell me your plan! I’m very curious.

Me: Okay! After dinner, pack one pair of your dress in your handbag.

Princy: Sure! But why?

Me: Goa is just 4 hours from here. Our hotel check-in is at noon tomorrow. We have a lot of time.

Princy: Okay, I’m confused! Then why did we start the journey at night?

Me: That’s the catch! We will take a rest here and I will be sleeping in the car. But you will not be staying in my car tonight.

Princy: What! Then where should I go this late at night if not in the car?

Me: That’s your dare! You go to any of these trucks and ask for help to allow you to sleep inside their truck for the night.

Princy: Are you kidding me? So this is what you were planning. Have you lost it?

Me: Tell me you did not enjoy our little adventure with a beggar! This will be even more adventurous. Just have to go with the flow.

Princy: I liked the idea, but is it safe? I’m a bit scared.

Me: Trust me! You will be safe. I will be watching you all the time. Take this.

I gave her the mini camera. I also gave her some rules/instructions on what to say and do. The rules were simple.

Rule 1: Wear one ear Airpod and hide it behind hairs. You need to obey whatever I tell you to do over call.

Rule 2: You have to go with the flow on whatever they (Driver and Cleaner) say or do to you.

Rule 3: If you get scared and want to stop, shout “Help” three times. I will come and stop everything. Any other words, I will assume you are okay with whatever you are doing.

Rule 4: Once you get inside the truck, whenever you get the opportunity, place this camera on top so that I can see you all the time.

Rule 5: Most important rule! Once they (the Driver and Cleaner) sleep, you quietly get out of the truck, taking back the camera, and then we can go.

Princy: Okay! I will try, but this is very scary. How can I sleep there wearing these clothes? Oh, Shit, I’m not even wearing bra and panties!

Me: Who said you would be sleeping there tonight? They will keep you awake all night don’t worry hahaha. Just go!

She understood what she was signing for tonight. We finished our dinner and parked our car in between trucks. We then started looking for a truck she could approach. There was one big truck which was parked in front of our car. We could see 2 men inside. I guess they were drinking alcohol.

Let me describe to you the 2 men inside the truck. The driver was a dark man, he was in his late 50’s. The cleaner was brown and short. He was around 30, maybe. Both were wearing dirty old sleeves (baniyan) and lungis.

I gave Princy her handbag, then asked her to get out and approach them to let her in. She was all set and ready to go. Taking a deep breath, she got out of the car and headed towards the truck. While she was walking, I could see her ass. It was tight and hot.

Once she reached the truck, while looking toward me, she knocked on the passenger seat door. After 2 knocks cleaner opens the door,

Cleaner: What are you doing here, madam? (With surprised face)

Princy: I need help. Can I sleep inside your truck tonight? I was travelling to Goa, and my bus left without me. I didn’t know what to do, all my luggage was on the bus.

Cleaner: Sure, madam! There is very little space to sleep. Will you be comfortable among us both?

Princy: Yes! I have to adjust. I am very grateful to you! Now, can I come in?

To which the cleaner asked for her hand and pulled her up inside the truck. He got a good view of her boobs from above. Driver was a little shy, and he just looked at her with surprise.

Cleaner: Madam, you can go behind and sit. There is a small bed behind where we usually sleep.

Princy: Sure! Can I get some space to go behind?

As she was struggling to reach back, the cleaner held her ass. He pushed her so that she could reach to bed. He then winked at the driver, to which the driver smiled at him, too. As they were distracted, Princy got the opportunity to attach a camera inside the truck. I could now see the entire scene on my phone.

Cleaner: Madam! You can sleep here tonight with us, and tomorrow, we will drop you to Goa.

Princy: Thank you so much for your help!

After some time talking to each other, the cleaner offered Princy a glass of drink. She refused at first as it was very cheap whisky. But due to my instruction on call, she agreed to drink. After one drink, he made one more peg, and she drank it in one go.

Cleaner was looking at her boobs with lust while she was drinking. The driver was in his world. I then asked Princy to request water, to, which she did. The cleaner then passed her a plastic jug. I then instructed her, while she drank water, to pour half of it over her shirt.

She obeyed while drinking. She suddenly poured most of the water over her shirt. She made it look like an accident. It was a view to watch. Her entire boob was clearly visible over her shirt. Due to water, her white shirt became transparent.

The cleaner and driver were looking at her lustfully. Princy, while looking at her condition, got shocked and realised her boobs were clearly visible.

Princy: Oh shit! Can anyone pass me a dry cloth?

Driver: Take this, beta.

The driver offered a towel rolled over his head to Princy. She quickly took it and placed it over her boobs. She started apologising to them for the mess she had created. She was all confused about what to do. Suddenly, the cleaner was unable to control himself.

He moved from his seat towards the back. He pushed Princy over the bed on which she was sitting. He then leaned himself on Princy and started kissing her forcefully. They were in missionary position with clothes on.

Due to a push, AirPod fell off her ear and fell somewhere inside the truck. Now I was not able to instruct Princy anymore. She was on her own now. I could now only see and hear what was happening in the truck.

Princy: Please stop this. What are you doing? This is not right. Leave me!

Driver: Lalla (Cleaner name), what are you doing? Leave her alone.

Cleaner: Sab ji, she is slut! I understood her behaviour and dress! Let’s enjoy her tonight.

Princy: Please stop! Leave me alone.

Cleaner: (slapped her) Shut up, you slut! We will take care of you tonight. I know you came here for the same reason. (Again slapped her twice)

Princy: (scared) No, please! Don’t hit me.

He then started to press her boobs over her wet shirt and took the towel off her hand, tied her both hands together. Later, looking at this driver started to close all the curtains on the side doors and switch to dim lights. I could see everything clearly on my phone.

He then removed his lungi in one go, and he was completely naked below. He had a 5-inch dick. He then moved his hands below her waist and tore the pussy area of her leggings, to which her pussy was completely visible. She was trying to push him, but he was firm.

He then pushed his dick inside her pussy and started to fuck her. He was fucking her in a missionary position. While pressing her boobs over her wet shirt and kissing her lips and neck in between. The driver was watching them both while drinking his whiskey.

He was acting so calm as nothing was happening. I thought Princy would shout for “help” so that I could stop everything. But she did not, to my surprise.

Princy: Driver sab! Please stop him.

Cleaner: Randi, shut up!

The driver was still quiet. He did not help her and let it continue. Cleaner after fucking her for just 5 minutes, he cum inside her pussy. He kept his dick inside for a minute, relaxing on her body. Then he took it out and sat on the other side of the bed.

Princy then quickly rushed to the other side of the bed. Scared and ashamed, she then starts crying. She then realised her pussy and boobs were still visible. So she untied herself and took that towel to roll it on her. She even wiped the cum which was dripping from her pussy.

For a moment, I thought I should go and stop everything. But even if she was crying, she did not say “Help” as instructed. So I decided to let it continue.

Cleaner: Driver sab! You should fuck her too. Why are you wasting your time drinking? Get up and do whatever you want to do with this slut.

Driver: 2 minutes! Let me finish my drink.

Princy: Please! Stop this. This is not appropriate. (She was all scared)

The driver then drank his entire glass in one go. He wiped his lip with his lungi and slid towards the bed. As he’s is little built body it was difficult for him to reach bed. The cleaner then shifted to passenger sit so that they could get good space.

Driver was sitting on his knees, and Princy was in the front sitting on her ass, holding her knees.

Driver: Come on, beta, don’t make me force you. Take my lungi off.

Princy: Driver sab, I did not think you too would. Please don’t do this.

Driver: Beta! I will never have such beauty again! So I am going to do whatever I wish to do with you. It is my only opportunity.

Princy: Please don’t hurt me! I am like your daughter.

Driver: You made it even hornier! Come, remove my lungi with your hand, my daughter.

She, by then understood she had no other option but to obey them. So she bent towards the driver and removed his lungi. He had a big/thick 7 inch hard dick facing Princy. I could see the shock on her face after looking at his dick. She was staring at it with lust. I then realised she was a slut.

What I saw next was a complete surprise. She then wiped her tears with a towel and placed it on the driver’s seat. Then she moved a little forward in the seating position, keeping her legs open. She then bent down, to which the driver raised himself a bit up, and she started sucking his big dick slowly.

Cleaner: See, I told you she is a slut!

Driver: You were right!

Princy: See, you can do whatever you want to do with me! But don’t hurt me physically. That is my only request.

Driver: Beta, don’t get distracted. Take this dick back in your mouth.

Saying this, he held her hair and put his entire dick inside her mouth. She was getting choked. Saliva was dripping off her mouth. After a few minutes, the cleaner moved and sat behind Princy.

It was a view to watch. She was sitting between both of them with her boobs/pussy visible over her shirt and torn leggings. It was a small space behind seats (single bed size area). The driver was in front, and the cleaner was sitting behind her. There was no more space for anyone.

While she was sucking the driver’s dick, the cleaner started to press her boobs from behind. He started to remove her wet shirt buttons. He was struggling to remove even a single button. He got frustrated and ripped her entire shirt off her body from behind. Her upper body was now naked.

Princy: What are you doing? I could have removed my shirt if you had asked. Why do you have to be so aggressive?

Driver: (slapped her) I told you don’t get distracted. Let him do whatever he wants to.

Cleaner: Driver sab! I want to fuck her again! Hey “Randi” come sit on my dick!

Driver: Wait! It is my turn now. I want to fuck her! Once I’m done, you can. Come on, daughter, it’s time to fuck you!

I could see Princy’s face. She was a little worried, but she was also taking part in what was going on with her. The driver then asked the cleaner to make a little space so that she could lean on her back over the bed. He then took his 7 inch dick and pushed it inside her pussy in one go.

He started to fuck her in a missionary position. I could hear a loud noise on my phone recording. He was brutally fucking her. Due to his body size, I could not see Princy below him. I could only see his back and her lower legs on both sides of his body. I could hear her loud moaning.

Princy: Slow down, Driver sab, it’s too painful!

He did not show any mercy. He continued fucking her at the same speed. On the other side, the cleaner was pressing her boobs, waiting for his turn. After continuously fucking her for 20 minutes, he realised his load in her pussy. He then got off her and moved behind to take a rest.

I could see Princy now. She was breathing heavily. She reached her hand to the towel and wiped the entire cum dripping through her pussy. After that, the cleaner switched her to a doggy position and started to fuck her from behind.

Cleaner: (while fucking her) Driver sab, how was it? Isn’t she great?

Driver: It is just beginning. I will have more rounds! I will fuck her brains out.

Then the cleaner slapped her ass and continued fucking her. He was increasing his speed every second. But his dick was small, so she was able to manage. She was still in the pleasure of fuck and was now completely surrendered herself to them.

After 10 minutes driver came close to Princy’s face with his dick and asked her to suck it. She obeyed and started to suck his non erected dick. The cleaner was still fucking her pulling her one leg up. Driver’s dick was again getting hard due to a blowjob.

Princy: Fuck me hard! I am going to cum.

Driver: Fucking whore! I see the real slut inside you came out finally. Lalla, fuck her hard.

Cleaner: Yes, sab! I will fuck her so hard she will not be able to walk tomorrow. Hahaha.

Princy: Shut up! Just fuck me deep.

After listening and watching this, I took my dick out and started masturbating in the car. The cleaner was still going on in full force. After 10 minutes of fucking he realised his cum inside. The driver then asked her to turn around, which she did. He then held her ass from behind and pushed his dick inside her pussy.

He then lifted one of her legs and placed it on top of the seat so that her legs were wide open. After he tore more of her leggings so her complete ass was visible, he started to stroke her hard. Loud noises were coming. She was at her highest pleasure.

Cleaner then pushed his post-cum dick in her mouth from the front and asked her to suck it clean. The driver was in no mood to stop. He was fucking her from behind and trying to press her boobs with one hand. After watching them fucking for 10 minutes, I cum.

I then cleaned myself with tissues available in my car and started to watch them again. The driver was still going at full speed. Princy was moaning out loud. The driver then fucked her for another 10 minutes before he cum inside her.

What I saw next was shocking. Princy then realised his dick from her pussy and turned around on her knees. She started kissing the driver’s lips for the first time. She kissed him, and then she fell on that small bed with a satisfied smile. The cleaner got sad as she did not get a kiss from her.

Driver: Let’s sleep now. We have to get up early tomorrow. You, my daughter, will sleep with me.

He then commanded the cleaner to sleep on the passenger seat. In a few minutes, Driver and Princy were sleeping on a single-size bed, touching each other due to lack of space. They were sleeping half-naked and sweaty. The only piece of cloth left on her body was her half-torn legging.

I was surprised and worried at the same time. Princy forgot our 5th rule. She was supposed to come out of the truck once the Driver and Cleaner fell asleep. But due to tiredness, she fell asleep along with them. I waited for 45 minutes, and then I, too, slept off in the car.

To be continued.

Hi friends, I am Ravi Shankar working in Software support as an assistant manager for the training and development department. I am 40 and I am 5. 5 ft tall with an average physique. Nothing more about me, and let’s get back to the story.

This is a real story that happened in my life that I wanted to share. It is a big story, so you should have a lot of patience to read through and enjoy each and every moment that I experienced.

This is an incident that happened between me and my office friend from the ex-office. I left the organization but still, we were continuing as good friends, very close friends. Let me introduce her. Her name is Fareeda, a woman of age 35. She was a charming woman but unfortunately, her marriage life was not good. She was separated and living alone. Tragically, they didn’t have any kids either and so her career was supporting her to be a good saleswoman.

She was into sales and marketing in our previous office and did a great job in her work. I changed the job and still maintained a good relationship with her as her dear friend. She always wore a pardha in black above her dress, so that only her face and sometimes only her eyes were visible. But whenever she was with me, she usually removes her hijab, leaves the fair freestyle, and stays cool when we both chill out together.

We used to talk about a lot of things and share our life stories whenever we used to be in touch. She lived in Bangalore and I was living in Vellore, so we used to meet in person sometimes.

One day, I was very upset about an incident that happened in my life and I was not talking to her much. She kept on asking me what happened, but I couldn’t share it with her.

One day she asked me to come to Bangalore and we met at a client’s place to complete her sales formalities. I took a leave that day and went to her place. I waited in her car at the client’s place where she was closing a deal with the client. After an hour of waiting in the car, she came out of the client’s office and entered the car. She knocked on my head (as she always does) and said, “Hey sweetheart, what happened? Are you alright da?” I smiled at her and said, “Yeah I am fine, dear.”

Then she asked me to drive the car and I got into the driver seat and started driving. She broke the silence and asked me, “Hey, what happened, are you alright? Why are you not talking and seem to be upset?” I said, “Nothing dear, just like that”. She found out that something was wrong with me, and I was upset about the incident that happened to me.

We were almost on the outskirts of Bangalore near Electronic City Road. Then she asked me to stop the car on the shady side of the road, took out a bottle of juice that she had, and asked me to drink. I had a sip and gave it to her which she also drank and asked, “Now, tell me what happened to you? You are not okay, you seem to be disturbed a lot.”

I said, “I cannot share that with you, because it is very personal.” But she didn’t leave me. She insisted I say it and said, “Don’t worry no matter how personal it is. We are best friends and it will always be within me only.” She also said, “We have shared many issues and personal things about life. So why do you hesitate so much?”

She kept on waiting for me to open, looking at her mobile phone messages. After 5 minutes, I broke the silence. I started sharing that issue with her.

Me: Hey Fari, I got into serious trouble, very personal, and dirty.

Fareeda: That’s okay da. Whatever personal it is, share it. I will listen to it.

Me: I happened to get into a dirty affair with one of my office bosses. She is using me like her slave, FEMDOM slave. She used me on an opportunity and now she is continuously using me as her slave. (I will share about this incident in the next episode)

Far: Hey, what are you saying da?

She was dumb and stuck with what I had shared with her. She was shocked about what I shared with her. Then she saw my face and I was too shy to look at her. She broke out laughing and started laughing loudly in the car and started teasing me. I was hesitant to share with her openly about that incident.

(Just a glimpse of what happened with my boss, she made me her femdom slave and used me, to lick, suck and eat her pussy and ass. Will talk in detail about this experience in the next episode.)

She kept on laughing and I tapped on her head to stop it. She still kept laughing and teased me calling ‘pussy eater’ and continued laughing. I was so terrible and I told her to stop teasing. But she won’t and kept calling me, ‘Pussy Eater!’ Then I said –

Me: Hey, I trusted and shared with you about my upset, but you are teasing me now.

Far: Okay baba, don’t worry, leave it, it’s just an experience with a gorgeous woman (and laughed again).

Me: That’s why I don’t want to share.

Far: Ok-ok, let it go and leave it. Now, tell me about that pussy-eating experience.

I was shocked to hear this from her, that she wanted to know how much happened with that woman.

Me: No, that’s enough, leave it.

Far: No-no da… it’s really interesting, tell me.

Me: One day my lady boss caught me red-handed when my cock was erect and laughed, and teased me to go home with her (just sharing the outline of the story of what happened, I will share it fully in my next story). She made me lick her pussy the hardest and made me drink her pussy juices. Then lick her ass and legs, hairy legs and pussy and ass.

So now I was telling her everything in detail. I noticed Fareeda blushing and listening very silently to my talking. It took almost 35 minutes for me to share everything in detail and she was also listening very keenly and interestingly. I noticed her blushing and moving her body quite often to make herself comfortable as I could sense she was becoming hot and uncomfortable about my sharing.

I asked her, “What happened, are you okay?”

She said, “Hmm hmm, okay da, I am just thinking how you would have experienced that. Very hot da, OMG!”

And she was just smiling at me.

Far: Okay, now that is done, let’s go for a drive. I have one more client visit and then we can go for lunch. Is that okay for you?

Me: Okay, but please have this always between us, I trust you.

Far: Okay sweetheart, don’t worry. Sure sure.

And she pinched my cheeks. I was surprised because she pinched my cheeks and said this. We then left to meet another client. I was sitting in the driver’s seat and waiting for her to come back. After that client’s visit, she came back, sat on the front seat, and closed the car door. Sighed and drank water.

Far: Let’s go to Saravana Bhavan and have a nice lunch. It’s almost 2 pm.

Me: Hey, I have to leave at least start by 7 pm to reach my home. So, drop me back here on the electronic city road so that I can take some bus that passes by.

Then I drove the car straight to Saravana Bhavan on the highway. We went to a corner seat and ordered a veg meal. While eating, she was smiling at me and winking saying, “Pussy eater! Pussy eater!” and kept laughing. I was embarrassed by her teasing but still smiled and kept quiet. Now she took that curd cup and put her tongue inside the cup like licking it and winked at me. I got what she was saying and laughing.

Me: Hey, don’t do that and tease me.

Laughing continuously reminding me, she again kept licking the cup of curd and licking its rim, putting her tongue inside the cup like licking the pussy, teasing me with what I shared with her. I just smiled because I was thinking why I had told her about it. But she was a good friend of mine, so I kept quiet and laughed with her.

We left the hotel and moved to another place for a quick client’s call and almost by 5 pm, it started becoming dark because it was a winter season. You know how cold and dark it would become in Bangalore during the winter season.

We parked the car at a highway coffee shop and had a strong coffee. I was just relaxing and enjoying the drive with her though she had all client’s visits. After the coffee, she asked me to drive to a place (name not mentioned) which was slightly at the outskirts of Electronic City Highway. That place was a bit isolated area and I drove the car almost for 30 minutes, and we reached a client’s office where she had to drop a package. Now it was almost 6 pm and it was too dark when we started to return to Bangalore Electronic City.

She sat in the car and I started driving it. We bought some yogurt bottles to have them later. Now she removed her hijab and started drinking the yogurt. She gave me one also and when I opened it and started putting it on my lips, she tapped me and again teased me putting her tongue inside the bottle and started laughing, saying Pussy eater!

I became furious and she kept laughing and continued to act licking the bottle and putting her tongue inside to tease me. I just laughed along with her and she asked me this, which surprised me.

Far: Hey, tell me one thing da, how was the taste of your Lady Boss’s pussy, you didn’t describe that.

Me (I saw her surprisingly, and blushingly): Yeah, it was good, tasty, and salty, and what else? Nice and full of hair.

And I went on.

Far: So, she was not shaved?

Me: No, bushy, hairy, and sweaty when I did eat her the first time.

Far: Wow… so it was sweaty and salty, Is it? (she asked curiously)

Me: Yeah.

Far: But how? Did you like that taste, and did you eat it fully?

Me: Yeah dear, I did, I don’t know I got used now and it has been happening quite for some time now.

Far: OMG… Wow, da…

Me: Now why are you asking about this so much? I have already shared you enough, right?

Far: No da, just curious to know your experience. But how did you eat that pussy when it was sweaty and salty. (She asked this openly to my surprise.)

Me: I said, I got used to it di (I used to call her ‘Di’ or ‘dear’). It was almost more than 8 times that we are in this and I am used to it. Nowadays, I always get this desire to eat her pussy quite often and so she also uses this chance and takes advantage of me to do these femdom acts.

Far: Nowadays you get it quite often? How about now, you… get… it… now.. also… (she dragged).

I was surprised by the way she said and asked her, “What do you mean di? ‘Now’ means?”

She showed the yogurt bottle licked, put the tongue inside it, and asked again.

Far: You get it quite often, now also you get it?

Me (I just smiled and stared at her and asked): So, you mean..?

Far: I don’t know da, I am getting nervous and wet down. I don’t know what to say if you want now. You can take, mine.

I just stared at her. She smiled blushingly and pointed at her pussy. I was surprised she said this. But my desire started burning to eat this woman’s pussy also. I had no idea, what was ringing, but my desire burst out. Then I stopped the car at the side of the road, where there was no one on the road and it got dark also.

This was a kind of remote village highway full of trees that made the place very dark. I parked the car at a dark tree side of the road where no one could see our car from the rear or front. Only a few vehicles passed by rarely every 10 minutes and sometimes nothing at all.

Far: Sorry da, If I said anything wrong. But after we were discussing this since morning, my pussy started to get wet and burning itchy. You know I have not been having any sexual pleasure since my separation. Today, you triggered my desires.

Me: I don’t mind di, I know you are my dearest friend and we can share anything. I want it now if you wish.

Immediately, Fareeda touched my hand and placed it in her thighs. She pulled her seat fully back, turned slightly towards me, and gave me full control to do what I and she liked. I missed telling you about Fareeda. She was an average heighted, age approx 35, slightly padded physique, bit fair complexion, long hair that hides in her pardha and hijab scarf all the time.

Now she had removed the pardha and hijab scarf also because we were sitting inside the car at a remote place. Her boobs might be somewhat 34″-36″ because it was always hidden inside the pardha, but the big ass and nice thighs were clearly visible even in the pardha.

Now she slightly turned and opened up her legs and invited me with her eyes to take it up. I touched her nice muscular thighs and started going near it. She saw me nearing her thighs and closed her eyes. After hearing about the incident that I shared, she now wanted her desires to be fulfilled.

Then I touched her thighs, rubbed it, and slowly went near the pussy. I touched her pussy and she started shivering. I rubbed the pussy on her clothes and she started moaning. She closed her eyes and started enjoying not leaving a choice to miss out on anything. She closed her eyes but she was experiencing each and everything in-depth that I could feel.

I bent down to reach her thighs and started kissing them and giving them soft love bites. She moaned and pulled my head close to her pussy. Then I started kissing and moved to her pussy and kissed it hard on the top of the clothes, for more than 5 minutes. I could feel her pussy getting hot and wet, and the smell of the juices aroused me.

Then I hurriedly pulled her legs and made her half lay in the seat so that I could have full access to her pussy. She also slid back and stretched and spread her legs, eyes still closed. Then I lifted her pardha, and to my surprise, she was only wearing loose pants and nothing else. I didn’t know if she wore a panty. I loosened and pulled the pants in one pull. She was bare naked bottom and she knew that she was going to have the hottest time with me. She got nervous, and shy, covered her face, slid down in the seat fully spreading her legs, and gave it to me.

Now it was my turn, I could see her fair bright shaved thighs in the dim car light. Then I started licking her legs and then her thighs. She tasted so nice and salty because it was almost the end of the day and we had not freshened up till then right from the morning. It was very sweaty and hot inside the pardha and clearly, that made the taste of her thighs salty. Now I was curious how her pussy would taste.

I lifted the pardha full till her stomach and in the dim light, her bright thighs aroused me. I could see the bushy hairy pussy. Wow, what a sight it was, again a bushy hairy pussy.

Fareeda slowly lowered my head toward her pussy to eat it. I bent down and slowly rubbed the pussy with my fingers. It was already wet and I could see the beads of sweat and pussy juices on her bushy hair.

I smelled it right away and gulped it in one mouth. She jumped by this because she couldn’t take it. I started swallowing the juice drops from her hairy pussy fully in my mouth. I could feel the full bushy hair filling in my mouth, but my tongue reached out to her clit and started triggering it.

As she was asking me again and again about that incident, her pussy also was no different, a bushy hair with a taste of sweat and salty urine. I could sense the taste of urine for she had passed urine and now washed before leaving the restroom in that client’s place.

Now, her full pussy was in my mouthful and I started eating it like a hungry dog. I kept on ticking her clit, sucking her cunt lips moving the hairs with my lips. My tongue was playing and licking her clit faster and faster when I heard her moaning loudly.

We were left with no one and no disturbances because that place was so alone, with no vehicles passing by or anyone walking that way. Luckily our car got hidden in the tree side and that big banyan tree covered us from outside the road view also, and the bushed couldn’t have any clue that a car was parked there.

I continued to lick her clit and sucked her labia, cunt lips hard. She still closed her eyes and thoroughly enjoyed not leaving my head and pushing it hard to her pussy, moaning loudly. She kept on pushing my head so hard to her pussy and not sparing me to breathe sometimes. I also kept on licking, dipping my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her juices.

A lot of juices started to ooze out from her pussy, covering my lips with her juices. Some juices even flowed down her cunt and dripped on the seat, but I didn’t stop and kept on eating it. From the lower lips of the pussy, I dragged it with my tongue and reached the top clit, sucking the clitoris. Her clit was a little big and cunt lips extra to suck nicely. Her juices still kept on dripping and I licked it every time.

I didn’t know but she still slid on the seat and I now understood her intentions. Then I reached out my tongue to her ass hole and tickled it. She moaned loudly, “Yes da! Yes da! there only..” I knew what she wanted, and started licking her ass. Her ass was clean with no hair and tasted like yogurt. She had gone for shit in the hotel and so it smelled more of what we had in the afternoon, smelly and sticky. I didn’t mind but kept licking it along the vertical movements from the ass to the top to the clit.

Now she straightened her legs and grew more hot. I could sense something more pussy juices were coming out from her pussy. She also pressed my head so hard and close to her pussy, that she was reaching for her orgasm. Her legs shivered and her hands pressed my head tightly to her pussy.

After a long drag, she squirted on my mouth and all her pussy juices were in my mouth full of her pussy juices. I didn’t leave a drop-down because I wanted that and also not dirty her car. She squirted burst out all her pussy juices in my mouth and filled it fully with juices and relaxed with a loud moan. She said, “Sorry da, I couldn’t control it. I had squirt all my pussy juices in your mouth.” The pussy juices tasted all like that yogurt that she had and urine, she had gone for a piss at the client’s place and not washed her pussy, so it smelled of urine and pussy juices.

I couldn’t talk because my mouth was full of her juices and loose hair pulled and sticking to my lips and around my mouth. Then she lifted my face, looked at my eyes, and smiled lovingly. I saw her face and opened my mouth to show her pussy juices, fill my mouth, and close at once to stop dripping in the car seat. She blushed and kissed my forehead when I was still having the juices my mouth full.

Then she pulled out the hair that was stuck in her lips and outer mouth and asked smilingly, “What are you going to do now? Spit it out, honey!”

I just smiled and gulped the full juices that were in my mouth, swallowed it, and closed my eyes. She was shocked and said, “Hey, what are you doing?! Go and spit it”, but then I had already swallowed the mouthful juice that was in my mouth.

Fareeda was dumbstruck and looked at me so surprised when I swallowed her whole mouthful of pussy juice. Her juice had a salty and metallic taste with a tint of salty urine taste also. She had not washed her pussy and so it was sticky and wet all over her pelvic area and I had to lick it all to make it clean. I liked all of it and made it clean with my tongue and she loved it. Then I spat the excess liquid in my mouth and looked at her smiling.

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Hello doston, umeed karta hu aap sab theek honge, aur din raat ladke muth aur ladkiyan fingering kar rahe honge. Main ISS ka regular reader hu, aur yaha pe aake bahut sari stories padhta hu. Yaha pe bahut log apni life ke kisse share karte hai, to maine socha mujhe bhi apni life ke kisse thode aap logon se share karne chahiye. Aur aap logon ko bhi thoda sukh dena chahiye.

Mera naam Akshit hai. 5’7″ meri height hai. Rang gora hai, and main sports person hu, to thodi sporty body hai. Aur rahi baat hathiyar ki, to 7 inch ka lund meri taango ke beech latakta rehta hai.

Waise to meri girlfriend hai. Uska naam Ankita hai. Dekhne mein itni hot and sexy figure hai, ki mera mann karta tha chodne ko, bas kahi pe bhi mujhe bas bistar dedo. Uska figure 32-30-34 hai, lekin ab uski bra ka size thoda bada ho gaya hai. Aur uska saara credit main khud hi lena chaahunga.

Waise to Ankita sexy hone ke sath-sath wife material bhi hai. Wo caring hai, and concerning nature hai uska, jo mujhe acha lagta hai. But in sab mein ek mard ko chut bhi chahiye hoti hai.chudai ke liye. Itna sexy figure hone ke bawjood wo thodi purane khayalaat ki thi, aur use sex before marriage karna nahi pasand tha. But haa, upar-upar se kabhi usne mana nahi kiya.

Mujhe jab bhi kabhi mauka milta, aur mere ghar koi nahi hota, to main use apne ghar pe bulata, aur jam kar uski chusayi karta. Main usse lund bhi chuswata. Shuru-shuru mein to sab acha chal raha tha. Lekin baad mein mujhe aur talab lagne lagi, aur lagte-lagte chut ki pyaas badne lagi.

Ab mera lund chusayi ke sath sath chut ko bhi chodna chaahta tha. But Ankita ne kabhi sehmati nahi bhari, aur maine bhi force nahi kiya.

Yaha pe entry hoti hai Rashmi ki. Rashmi ke baare mein bata du. Wo saawle rang ki ladki hai, jiska figure 32-30-34 hai.

Uski height chhoti si hai, aur Rashmi ko zyada koi bhaav nahi deta. Uski kam sundarta ki wajah se. Rashmi filhaal committed thi ek ladke ke sath, jo zyada padhaku type tha, aur Rashmi ke sath itna ghulta-milta nahi tha.

Ab story pe aate hai. Ankita aksar college jaldi aati thi, aur main bhi jaldi hi pahunch jata tha. Kyunki subah-subah jaldi college mein koi nahi hota tha, aur main is mauke ka faida utha ke class ke last bench pe use bahut choosta tha. Hum dono kiss aur smooch karte, aur main uske top ke upar se hath daal ke khoob uske doodh dabata tha, aur nipples ko pinch karta tha.

Isse wo thoda dard ke maare siskiyan leti thi. But mana nahi karti thi. Thodi der baad main apna lund nikaal leta tha, aur wo use masalte-masalte neeche jhuk jati thi desk ke. Fir wo lund muh mein lekar choosne lagti thi. Us time to main saatve aasman pe pahunch jata tha, aur uske sar par hath rakh ke use taango ki taraf dhakka deta tha.

Uske neeche hone ka kaaran kisi ko pata nahi lagta tha ki class mein mere alawa koi aur bhi hota tha ki nahi. Ankita zoro se mera lund choosti thi, aur main aankhen band karke bas maza leta tha, aur kayi baar saara maal uske muh mein hi chhodh deta tha.

Wo bahut gussa karti thi is baat par. Lekin main pyar se fusla ke muh mein hi chod deta tha har baar.

Ankita: Yaar ye tumhara har baar ka hai. Tum mere muh mein hi saara maal chhodh dete ho. Kitni baar kaha hai mujhe nahi pasand ye sab.

Me: Arre Ankita dear, ye to pyar hai mera tumhare muh mein. Ab chut mein to tum leti nahi ho, to muh mein hi de sakta hu.

Ankita thoda gussa hui, aur shant ho gayi. Pata to mujhe bhi tha ki use lund choosna pasand tha. To jitna marzi gussa kar le, maal to uske muh mein hi jayega. Ye sab hamara roz ka ho gaya tha. Ek din jab Ankita lund choos rahi thi, to main ankhen band karke aaram se baitha tha, aur suddenly mere saamne Rashmi aake khadi ho gayi.

Kyunki wo us din kisi kaam se college se jaldi aa gayi thi. Jaise hi maine usko saamne dekha, main darr sa gaya, aur meri aankhen badi ho gayi. Par use nahi pata tha ki desk ke neeche Ankita thi, aur mera lund uske muh mein tha, aur wo maze se choos rahi thi.

Jaise hi usne mujhe dekha, wo poochne lagi: Kya ho gaya? Tere chehre ka rang kyun udd gaya. Aur tu akela kyun baitha hai? Teri Ankita kaha hai?

To mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya ki main kya karu. Maine bol diya ki wo late ayegi. Aur idhar Ankita ne lund chusayi ki speed badha di thi, aur meri aankhen band se hone lagi. Is baar Ankita ne mere tatto ko pakad liya, aur fir mera maal nikla, aur orgasm face ban gaya Rashmi ke saamne.

Rashmi samajh to gayi thi ki chal kya raha tha. Usne thodi der meri aankhon mein dekha, aur maine aankhen neeche kar li, aur fir wo chali gayi. Wo darwaze ke baahar khadi hoke mujhe dekhne lagi. Tabhi Ankita desk ke neeche se upar ho gayi.

Ankita ka muh ek-dum mere maal se bhara hua tha. Thoda uske lips ke around laga hua tha, aur baal ek-dum bikhre hue the. Rashmi ne ye sab dekh liya, aur waha se chali gayi. Ab Rashmi ki chut mein khujli si hone lagi thi. Ye mujhe baad mein pata chala.

Rashmi ne jo dekha wo use andekha nahi kar sakti thi. Aakhir thi to wo bhi ek ladki, aur chut uske paas bhi thi. To college mein lecture ke dauran mere right pe Ankita baithi thi, aur left pe Rashmi.

Rashmi ne In the middle of the lecture neeche se hath nikala, aur mere lund pe rakh diya. Maine ise casually liya. Mujhe laga Ankita ne kiya hoga. Kyunki boring lecture mein use kabhi fun karne ki iccha hoti hai, to wo aisa kar deti hai.

Main bina neeche dekhe maze lene lag gaya. Fir dheere-dheere meri pant ki zip khuli, aur hath andar daal ke usne mera lund baahar nikaal liya. Main thoda shak mein tha kyunki Ankita ne kabhi lund baahar nahi nikala tha lecture ke beech mein. Fir dheere-dheere Rashmi mere lund ko sehlane lagi.

Maine jab neeche dekha to hairan ho gaya. Ye hath Ankita ka nahi tha, balki Rashmi ka tha. Ab mujhe darr lag raha tha kyunki Ankita sath mein baithi thi, aur kahi Ankita bhi mera lund na pakad le, aur inke hath na takra jaye. But Ankita khadi hui, aur toilet ka keh kar teacher se permission lekar chali gayi.

Maine turant Rashmi ki taraf dekha. Kyunki main bol nahi sakta Lecture mein, warna teacher khada karke sawaal karti, aur main apna lund baahar nikaal ke khada nahi ho sakta tha.

Fir jaise maine Rashmi ki taraf dekha, usne halki si smile di, aur pen neeche gira diya, aur uthane ke liye jhuk gayi. Pen to bahana tha. Wo jaise hi desk ke neeche gayi, usne seedha mera lund pe attack kiya. Usne mere lund ke supade ko peeche kiya, aur jaldi se muh mein le liya, aur zor-zor se choosne lagi.

Main hairan reh gaya ki ye kya ho raha tha mere sath. Upar se itna maza aa raha tha, ki kya batau. Rashmi lund ko bina daant lagaye choosne lag gayi, kissi professional ki tarah. Main saatve asmaan pe tha, aur zor-zor se Rashmi se lund chuswa raha tha.

Wo lips ke sath-sath apni tongue ko mere poore lund pe fira rahi thi, aur fir baahar nikaalti, aur fir use thodi der dekhti. Uske baad wo lund firse muh mein daal leti. Itne mein mera paani nikalne wala ho gaya, aur maine uske sir pe hath rakh ke use neeche daba diya.

Rashmi ne seedha deepthroat kiya, aur saara maal uske muh mein. Usne bina kuch bole saara maal pee liya, aur chaat-chaat ke mere lund ko saaf kiya. Fir wapas mera lund usne izzat ke sath wapas rakh diya. Wo meri life ka best blowjob tha, aur main bayaan nahi kar sakta ki kitna maza aaya tha.

Uske baad mere Rashmi ko leke saare thoughts hi badal gaye. Fir usne mere kaan mein dheere se kaha-

Rashmi: Bahut tasty tha, kal main aur piyungi.

Ye sun ke mera mann aur kharaab ho gaya, aur main pagal sa hone laga. Uske baad saara din mera dhyan Ankita pe nahi tha balki Rashmi mein tha. Kabhi main uske doodh dekhta, kabhi uski gaand dekhta. Bas aise hi saara din nikal gaya.

Ye tha meri story ka pehla part. Baaki ki story part 2 mein aapke saamne aayegi, ki kaise maine Rashmi ki chut maari, aur fir uske naa kehne pe bhi uski gaand ko chaat-chaat ke choda. Agar aapko ye story pasand aaye to please apni feedback is Email address pe zaroor dijiye. Ye story poori sach hai mere college time ki, aur bahut saari stories on the way hai.

Abhi – Bhai, iska matlab tu incest Rahul hai? Jo ye kahaniya likhta hai?

Main – Ha, bhai, main hi hu incest Rahul. Jo ye kahaniya likhta hai. Aur itne din se tu hi mujhse hi baat kar raha tha.

Abhishek hadbada gaya tha. Woh jis insan se apni mummy ki baate kar raha tha, woh aur koi nahi balki Rahul hai. Abhishek kuch der tak kuch nahi bola. Fir jaise hi main bolne wala tha. Woh bol pada.

Abhi – Jab tu mujhse itne din se baat kar raha tha to tujhe mujhe batana nahi chahiye tha.

Main – Bhai, mujhe kya pata tha ki main jis Abhishek se baat ka raha hu. Woh aur koi nahi balki tu hoga. Woh to tune aaj aunty ki photo bheji to mujhe samajh aaya ki woh tu hai.

Apni mummy ki baat sunke Abhishek sharam mehsus karne laga.

Main – Dekh bhai jo ho gaya so ho gaya. Ab hum dono hi jante hai ki hum dono incest hai. Aur jo hamare beech baate hui hai, woh humare beech hi rahegi. Main vaada karta hu. Ye baat marte dum tak kisi se nahi kahunga.

Meri baat sunke Abhishek ki thodi jaan mein jaan aayi. Kyuki woh bhi janta tha ki main ye baat kisi se nahi kahunga.

Abhi – Bhai, tune mujhe pehle kyu nahi bataya ki tu ye sab bhi karta hai?

Main – Yaar kaise batata tujhe ki ye maa bete ki chudai kahani main likhta hu.? Pata nahi tu kya sochta mere bare mein.

Abhi – Are bhai hum dono dost hai. Aur hum dono to har tarah ki baate karte hai to ismein konsi badi baat ho gayi.

Main – Yaar baat to karte hai. Magar tune bhi to mujhe ye nahi bataya tha ki tu apni mummy ko pasand karta hai. Kahi na kahi hum dono ko hi darr tha. Isiliye hum dono ne hi aapne raaz chupa rakhe the.

Abhi – Tu sahi keh raha hai bhai. Main ye baat kabhi kisi se nahi kar pata. Yaha tak ki tu mera best friend hai. Tujhse bhi nahi keh sakta tha. Waise ek baat bata tune woh kahani mere aur mummy ke upar likhi hai.

Main – Ha, bhai, main bas imagine kar raha tha ki agar tu incest hoga to tere upar kahani kaise banegi. Aur woh kahani meri ab tak ki best kahani bani hai. Waise maine socha nahi tha ki tu bhi incest hoga.

Abhi – Ha, bhai, woh kahani to sach mein kamal hai. Mujhe hamesha yahi lagta tha ki woh Abhishek main hi hu. Aur ab tujhse pata chal raha hai ki woh sach mein main hi tha.

Main – Waise main tujhse ek baat puchu. Sach sach bolega. Kyuki main ye baat janta hu. Bas ek bar tere muh se sunna chahta hu.

Abhi – Bhai, ab hamare beech aisa reh bhi kya gaya hai? Jiske liye hum jhoot bole. Puch kya puchna chahata hai?

Main – Bhai, tune mujhe bataya tha ki tu apni mummy ki chudai karna chahta hai. Kyuki woh akeli hai. Aur uncle ka bahar chakkar chal raha hai. Kya ye sab sach bola tha? Ya sirf aise hi bol diya tha. Josh josh mein.

Meri baat sunke Abhishek mujhe dekhne laga. Aur fir bola.

Abhi – Bhai, maine jitna bhi tujhe online bataya tha woh sab sach hai. Papa ka bahar chakkar chal raha tha. Jisse mummy papa ki ladayi hui thi. Aur tab se woh unse alag hi rehti hai.

Yaha tak unmein chudai bhi nahi hoti hai. Aur tab se main mummy ko aur bhi jayada pasand karne laga hu. Par Abhi tak kuch kar nahi paya.

Main – Bhai, uncle bhi pagal hai. Unke pass itni khoobsurat biwi hai. Aur woh bahar muh maar rahe hai. Waise tera sochna galat nahi hai. Mostly mummy is umar mein akeli ho jati hai. Aur apni icchao ko daba deti hai.

Abhi – Bhai, tu to the great incest Rahul hai. Kya tune aise kisi se baat ki hai. Jisne apni mummy ko choda ho.

Main – Bhai, mostly log jhoot hi bolte hai. Magar tu aur main ye baat jante hai ki kahi na kahi ye baat puri tarah jhoot nahi hai. Kai ladko ne aisa kiya hai. Kuch safal bhi hue honge.

Abhi – Bhai, mujhe bhi aisa hi lagta hai. Tabhi to auntiyon ki nahate hue, kapde badalte hue video aati hai.

Main – Ha, bhai, aur mummy bhi to ek aurat hi hai. Bas ek bar agar unka man badal jaye to woh khud apni taange tumhare samne faila dengi. Waise tu mujhe online bata raha tha ki tu bhi bahut kuch karta hai bhai.

Meri baat sunke Abhishek hasne laga.

Abhi – Ha, bhai, mummy ki chut dekhi hai. Unki gaand bhi dekhi hai. Aur jab unke pair dabate hu to unki jhange bhi sehla deta hu. Aur kai bar sote hue. Unki gaand par lund bhi lagaya hai.

Main – Bhai, tune itna sab kuch kiya hai. Aur fir bhi aunty ne kuch bhi nahi kaha.

Abhi – Ha, bhai, magar maine ye sab bahut aaram se kiya tha. Unhe shayad pata nahi chala. Isiliye shayad unhone kuch nahi kaha. Ek bar to sote hue maine unki chut ko bhi chu liya tha. Bahut garam chut thi.

Main – Are bhai ye sirf kehne ki baat hai. Aurte to samne wale ko dekhkar ye bhi bata sakti hai ki usne konse rang ka kaccha pehna hai. Tu unka beta hai. Isiliye woh ye sab jankar bhi anjaan bani rehti hai.

Mujhe lagta hai unhe thoda bahut andaza to hai ki tu unke sath kya karta hai? Waise kya tu sach mummy ko chodna chahta hai. Ya sirf upar upar se maze leke khus hai.

Abhi – Bhai, main sach mein mummy ki chudai karna chahta hu. Har roj unhi ke sapne dekhta hu. Waise tu bata kya ye ho sakta hai?

Main – Bhai, is duniya mein kuch bhi ho sakta hai. Aakhir hai to woh bhi ek aurat. Jinke ander wahi sab chahate hai. Jo ek aurat ke ander hoti hai. Bas pati se dhoka milne ke baad unhone apni iccha ko daba diya hai.

Bas agar tu unke ander ki aurat ko jaga de to woh bhi tere sath apni zindgi khul ke jiyenge.

Abhi – Bhai, man to mera bhi bahut karta hai. Magar darr bhi lagta hai.

Main – Bhai, bas ye maar ka darr aapne ander se nikal de. Maar tujhe jarur padegi. Magar tu unhe bas aapna pyaar dikhate rehna. Jisse unhe ye ahsas hoga ki tu unhe kitna pyaar karta hai.

Abhi – Bhai, keh tu sach raha hai. Bas mujhe darr ye hai ki kahi woh ye sab papa ko na keh de.

Main – Bhai, agar woh aisa karne ko kahe to unse maafi maang lena. Waise jaha tak main janta hu. Woh ye baat kisi se nahi kahegi.

Abhi – Bhai, tu sach mein bahut kamal hai. Jitne asani se tune ye sab samjhaya hai. Use dekhkar lagta hai ki mummy maan jayenge.

Main – Bhai, tu pehle se hi unke sath bahut kuch karta aa raha hai. Mujhe lagta hai. Unhe is baat ka thoda bahut andaza hai. Bas ab tujhe is sab se thoda aage badna hai. Taaki woh tujhse khud iske bare mein baate kare.

Aur jab woh ye sab baate bolengi. Tab tu unhe apni sari baate batana ki tu kyu unke sath kar raha tha to woh bhi tere bare mein sochengi. Bas koshish karte rehna uske baad dekh. Tu khud mujhe apni mummy ke chudai ke kisse sunayega.

Meri baat sunke Abhishek hasne laga. Aur Abhishek se aise khul ke baat karne se mujhe bhi aacha lag raha tha. Aaj hum dono hi bahut jayada khul ke baat kar raha the. Aur ab Abhishek apni mummy ko patane ke liye tayari kar raha tha.

Abhishek se baat karke main ghar aa gaya. Aur apni agli story par kaam karne laga. Fir shaam ko 6 baje main Abhishek ke ghar gaya. Abhishek 5 baje tak apni mummy ko le aata hai.

Aur main janta tha. Usne kuch harkate jarur ki hogi. Jab maine bell bajayi to kuch der baad Abhishek ne gate khola. Tab Abhishek sirf kacche aur t shirt mein tha. Aur uska khada hua lund saaf dikh raha tha.

Abhishek aur main uske kamre mein aa gaye. Mujhe aunty kahi dikhi nahi to maine Abhishek se pucha.

Main – Bhai, aunty kaha hai. Dikh nahi rahi hai.

Abhi – Yaar woh aapne kamre mein leti hui hai.

Main – Bhai, tu kuch kar raha tha kya? Tera loda khada hua tha.

Abhi – Bhai, mummy ke sath jab bhi hota hu to ye khada hi rehta hai. Abhi jab unhe lene gaya tha to woh bike par mere sath chipak ke bethi hui thi. Fir woh boli.

Abhi ki mummy – Beta woh sabji wale ke pass rokna.

Main aur mummy sabji lene lage. Tab maine dekha kai log mummy ki gaand ko hi dekh rahe the. Aur bhai main unhe kya dosh du. Main khud mummy ki gaand ko dekh raha tha. Sabji lene ke baad hum dono ghar aa gaye.

Fir mummy sabji rakhkar aapne kamre mein chali gayi. Main janta tha. Woh kapde badal rahi thi. Isiliye lagbhag 5-minute baad main bhi unke kamre mein ghus gaya. Bhai mummy sirf bra mein khadi hui thi.

Jaise hi gate kholne ki awaaj hui woh peeche mud gayi. Magar tab tak main unhe dekh chuka tha. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Sorry sorry mummy.

Main mummy ko sorry bolke nikal aaya. Magar bhai kya mummy ki gaand mere dimag se nikal hi nahi rahi hai.

Main – Chinta mat kar bhai bahut hi jald. Tu aunty ki chudai karega. Aur woh khud tera sath dengi. Waise bhai kya tune kabhi aunty ko aapna lund dikhaya hai?

Abhi – Ha, bhai, kai bar dikhaya hai. Magar sirf kacche ke upar se. Jab unke sath sota hu to aapne lund ko jhatka deta hu.

Main – Iska matlab bhai aunty ne tera lund dekha jarur hoga.

Abhi – Ha, bhai, dekha hai. Maine khud unhe mera lund dekhte hue dekha hai.

Main – Bhai, iska matlab tune loha pehle se hi garam kar diya hai. Bas tu darr ki wajah se aage nahi badh pa raha hai. Aur aunty ne bhi tera lund dekha hai. Aur woh bas tera lund dekhkar sharma rahi hai. Waise bhai aaj bhi tu aunty ke sath hi soyega kya?

Abhi – Nahi, bhai, aaj papa ghar par hai. Isiliye aapne kamre mein sone padega.

Main – Chal koi bat nahi bhai. Waise ek idea hai mere dimag mein.

Abhi – Bata kya idea hai?

Maine Abhi ko aapna idea bata diya. Fir hum dono baate karne lage. Aur tabhi aunty ki awaaj aayi.

Abhi ki mummy – Abhi le chai le ja apni.

Aunty ki awaaj sunke hum dono bahar aa gaye. Aur fir Abhi kitchen mein gaya. Aur bahar se chupke dekhne laga. Abhishek ne jaate hi apni mummy ko peeche se pakad liya. Aur aapne khade lund ka ahsas unhe dene laga.

Abhi ki mummy – Chhod beta warna chai gir jayegi.

Magar Abhi ne unhe thodi der aise hi pakde rakha. Aur fir unhe chhod ke chai leke bahar aa gaya kitchen se bahar aate hi usne mujhe dekha. Aur hum dono sofe par bethkar chai peene lage. Tabhi aunty aayi.

Main – Namaste aunty.

Abhi ki mummy – Namaste beta, betho, chai piyo.

Aunty humare samne hi beth gayi. Aur hum sabhi chai peene lage. Thodi chai peene ke baad hi Abhishek ne bachi hui hui chai. Aapne kacche ke upar gira liya. Chai girte hi Abhishek chila pada. Hum sab khade ho gaye. Tabhi aunty boli.

Abhi ki mummy – Dhayan kaha hai tera beta. Ja jaldi se ise dho le.

Abhishek jaldi se bathroom mein gaya. Aur pani se saaf karne ke baad naya kaccha pehen ke aa gaya.

Abhi ki mummy – Theek to hai na tu beta. Jayada jala to nahi.

Abhi – Are nahi mummy jayada nahi chala. Bas thodi jalan so ho rahi hai. Raat mein cream laga lunga.

Abhishek ne waisa hi kiya. Jaisa maine usse kaha tha. Fir fir hum dono kaafi der tak baate karte rahe. Aur fir raat ko main aapne ghar aa gaya. Main bas leta leta yahi soch raha tha ki ab Abhishek kya kar raha hoga.

Mujhe Abhi se Abhishek apni mummy ki chudai karta hua dikh raha tha. Yahi sab sochte sochte mujhe neend aa gayi. Aur subha theek 10 baje main Abhishek ke ghar pahuch gaya.

Tab tak uncle aunty ja chuke the. Aur aaj Abhishek ke chere par ek alag hi muskaan thi.

Main – Kya baat hai bhai? Aaj bada khus dikh raha tu.

Abhi – Bhai, tera idea kaam aa gaya.

Main – Sach mein bhai. Kya hua sab bata mujhe.

Abhi – Bhai, jab raat ko tu gaya to uske baad main mummy ki godi mein sir rakhkar let gaya. Aur mummy mere baalo mein hath firane lagi. Mera sir mummy ki chuchiyo se takra raha tha. Aur mujhe bada hi maza aa raha tha. Tabhi mummy boli.

Abhi ki mummy – Beta ab tu theek to hai na. Jalan to nahi rahi hai.

Abhi – Thodi si ho rahi hai mummy. Magar aap tension mat lo. Subha tak theek ho jayegi.

Fir hum log khana khake so gaye. Aur fir jaisa tune mujhe kaha tha. Maine waisa hi kiya. Main raat mein pura nanga hoke so gaya. Aur subha subha to tu janta hi har ladke ka lund khada hota hai.

Maine aapne lund ko hila hila ke aur jayada tight kar liya. Aur bhai papa ke jaane baad mummy mujhe jagane aayi. Woh hamesha bina kisi jhijhak ke sidha kamre mein aa jati hai. Aur is bar bhi waisa hi hua.

Mummy – Abhi, oh Abhi uth ja beta.

Mummy mera naam le leke kamre ke ander aa gayi. Aur jaise hi unhone mere kamre ki light jalayi. Unki aankhe fati ki fati reh gayi. Mummy ki nazar mere khade sade 6-inch ke lund par tehar gayi.

Maine aapne lund ka supada bhi khula hua rakha tha. Aur main bar bar aapne lund ko jhatke de raha tha. Bhai kuch der tak to mummy mere lund ko hi dekhti rahi. Unhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh kya kare.

Tabhi maine ek dum se apni aankhe kholi. Aur mummy ko dekhne laga ki nazar jaise hi mujhse mili. Main uthke beth gaya. Aur tabhi mummy mujhe dekhkar kamre ke bahar nikal gayi.

Fir jab main kapde pehen ke bahar aaya to mummy mujhe hi chupi chupi nazar se dekh rahi thi. Fir main fresh ho gaya. Aur jab hum dono naste karne bethe to mummy mujhe chup chup dekh rahi thi. Tabhi main bola.

Abhi – Kya hua, mummy? Aaj aap bade chup chup se ho.

Abhi ki mummy – Nahi beta aise koi baat nahi hai. Chal jaldi se nasta kar le. Aur mujhe chhod aa.

Abhi – Mummy main janta hu. Aaj jo mere kamre mein hua. Aap uski wajah se aise bartav kar rahe ho. Kal jab mere upar chai gir gayi thi to raat mein mujhe jalan ho rahi thi. Isiliye main nanga ho gaya tha. Magar main gate band karna bhool gaya tha. Aur subha subha aapne mera…

Main apni baat puri karta karta ruk gaya. Aur fir mummy boli.

Mummy – Koi baat nahi beta. Aisa kabhi kabhi ho jata hai. Waise bhi tu mera beta hai. Maine pehle bhi tujhe nanga dekha hai.

Mummy ki baat sunke main sharmane laga. Aur mummy mujhe dekh kar hasne lagi.

Main – Ha, mummy dekha hai. Magar tab main chota tha.

Mummy – Beta tu kitna bhi bada ho jaye. Rahega mera beta hi. Chal ab jaldi se nasta kar le. Warna main late ho jaungi.

Fir main mummy ko job par chhodne chala gaya. Aur pure raste unki chuchiya meri peeth par lagi rahi. Maine kai bar jor se break maare. Jisse mummy bilkul mujhse chipak gayi thi. Waise bhai tujhe kya lagta hai? Mummy ko meri is sab harkate mehsus hoti hai ya nahi.

Main – Bhai, jarur hoti hai. Aurto har cheek jaldi mehsus kar leti hai. Tu bas unka beta hai. Isiliye woh kuch kehti nahi hai. Agar yahi harkat kisi anjaan ne ki hoti to aunty uski gaand tod deti. Waise aaj mummy ke sath hi soyega ya nahi.

Abhi – Ha, bhai, aaj papa bahar hai to aaj mummy ke sath hi sone wala hu. Aur jaisa tune bataya hai. Wahi sab karunga.

Main – Bhai, bas maar kahane se mat darna. Uske baad dekhna kaise aunty tere pass khud aati hai.

Abhi se baat karke. Hum dono kaam mein lag gaye. Aur fir main ghar jaake apni kahani likhne laga. Aaj sham ko mujhe kuch kaam pad gaya. Isiliye main Abhishek ke ghar nahi gaya. Aur fir agle din 10 baje main Abhishek ke ghar pahuch gaya.

Aaj bhi Abhishek khus dikh raha tha. Ghar ke ander jaate hi maine usse pucha.

Main – Bhai, baat bani aunty ke sath ya nahi?

Abhi – Bhai, kal mummy ke sath bahut maza aaya.

Main – Bhai, kya kya hua? Mujhe bhi to bata.

Abhi – Kal shaam ko to tu aaya nahi. Isiliye main aapna kaam kar raha tha. Aur fir jab mummy khana banane lagi to maine unhe peeche se pakad liya. Aur aapna lund unki gaand mein lagane laga.

Aur shayad mummy ne bhi mere lund ki chuban mehsus kar li thi. Isiliye unhone mujhe jaldi se hata diya.

Abhi ki mummy – Kya kar raha hai beta? Chhod mujhe garmi ho rahi hai.

Mummy ki baat sunke maine unhe chhod diya. Magar mera lund to khada ho chuka tha. Jiska ubhar saaf saaf mere kacche mein dikh raha tha. Aur jab main mummy se side hoke khada hua to unki nazar bhi mere kacche par gayi.

Jaha mere lund ka ubhar dikh raha tha. Aur mummy bhi mera lund dekhne lagi. Aur maine bhi aapna lund chupaya nahi balki use ander se jhatke dene laga. Jisse mere kaache ke upar lund hilta hua mehsus ho raha tha.

Mummy ki nazar mere lund par hi thi. Tabhi unhone apni nazar hata li. Aur fir meri taraf dekhne lagi. Tabhi main bola.

Abhi – Mummy kya bana rahi ho aap?

Abhi ki mummy – Tera favorite baigan ka barta
bana rahi hu.

Abhi – Are wahh mera bhi wahi khane ka man kar raha tha.

Abhi ki mummy – Chal ab tu bahar jaake beth yaha bahut garmi hai.

Mummy ki baat sunke main bahar aa gaya. Aur time pass karne laga. Fir raat ke 9 baje hum dono ne khana kha liya. Aur fir main kacche aur baniyan mein mummy ke kamre mein jaake let gaya.

Kuch der baad mummy bhi aa gayi. Aur woh aapne serial dekhne lagi. Main pass main leta mobile chala raha tha. Tabhi mummy tel ki bottle leke. Aapne pair par tel laga ke malish karne lagi.

Pure din kaam ki wajah se mummy ke pairo mein dard rehta hai. Jiski wajah se woh roj pair main tel lagati hai. Aur jab papa nahi hote hai to main khud mummy ke pairo mein tel lagata hu.

Mummy aapne pairo mein tel laga rahi thi. Tabhi main uthke beth gaya. Aur mummy ke hath se tel ki bottle lekar. Unke pair mein tel lagane laga.

Abhi ki mummy – Are beta tu rehne de. Main khud laga lungi. Tu aaram se let.

Abhi – Mummy aap sara din kaam karti ho. Kam se kam aapke pair mein tel to main laga hi sakta hu. Ab aap aaram se letke tv dekho. Main aapke pair mein tel laga deta hu.

Mummy bed par aaram se let gayi. Aur main hatho mein tel leke. Mummy ke pairo mein lagane laga. Mummy ne apni maxi ghutno tak ki hui thi. Aur main bade hi pyaar se mummy ke pairo ki malish kar raha tha.

Beach beech mein mummy meri taraf dekhti. Aur unke chere par ek smile aa jati. Main bhi unhe dekhkar smile kar deta. Aur mere hath kabhi kabhi ghutno ke thoda upar bhi chale jate. Jisse mujhe bhi maza aa jata.

Mera lund mummy ko hath lagate hi khada ho chuka tha. Aur woh mere kacche ke ander uchal raha tha. Mummy ki maxi ghutno ke upar tak thi. Tabhi maine unka pair pakad ke unka ghutna mod diya.

Ghutno ke mudte hi mummy ki maxi samne se khul gayi. Aur mujhe mummy ki chut ku jhalak dikh gayi. Tabhi mummy ne apni maxi ko khuli wali jagah se theek kar liya. Mummy ko laga maine kuch dekha nahi hai.

Balki main to pehle hi unki chut ke darshan kar chuka tha. Mujhe mummy ki malish karte hue 10-minute ho chuke the. Tabhi mummy boli.

Abhi ki mummy – Beta, ab bas kar. Aur tu bhi aake let ja ab.

Mummy ki baat sunke main ruk gaya. Fir main aapna hath dhone chala gaya. Aur wapas aake mummy ke sath let gaya. Aaj mere dimag mein bas teri hi baat ghum rahi thi ki mummy ko ye ahsas dilane hai.

Ki main unke bare mein kya sochta hu. Main aapna mobile chalata raha. Fir raat ke 11 baje mummy bhi tv band karke let gayi. Aur jaise hi woh leti. Tabhi main bola.

Abhi – Mummy papa itna bahar kyu rehte hai. Kya unhe hum log ke sath aacha nahi lagta hai?

Abhi ki mummy – Aisa kyu keh rahe ho beta? Woh to aapne kaam ki wajah se bahar rehte hai.

Abhi – Mummy aapko lagta hai ki main chota hu. Aur kuch samajhta nahi hu. Magar main sab janta hu ki papa bahar kyu rehte hai?

Mummy meri baat sunke chup gayi. Aur woh kuch nahi boli.

Abhi – Mummy main janta hu. Ab papa aur aapka rishta pehle jaisa nahi hai. Kyuki papa bahar kisi aur aurat ke sath.

Main apni baat puri karne hi wala tha ki tabhi mummy bol padi.

Abhi ki mummy – Bas beta iske aage mat bolna. Main us bare mein kuch nahi sunna chahti hu. Chal ab so ja mujhe bhi bahut neend aa rahi hai.

Mummy sone ki baat bolke dusri taraf muh karke let gayi. Aur maine is mouke ka faayda uthaya. Main bhi turant mummy ke pass pauch gaya. Aur unki kamar mein hath daalke. Unse peeche se chipak gaya.

Abhi – Mummy, agar maine aapka dil dukhaya ho to mujhe maaf kar dena. Ye baat sirf hum dono ke beach hi hai. Bas kabhi kabhi mujhe bahut gussa aata hai ki aap itni aachi ho khoobsurat ho. Magar fir papa ne aapke sath aisa kiya.

Abhi ki mummy – Beta jo hona tha. Woh ho chuka hai. Use main ya tu badal nahi sakte hai to soch soch ke hum log aapna mood kyu kharab kare.

Main mummy se bilkul chipak gaya tha. Aur mera lund unki gaand ki darar mein ragad raha tha. Aur shayad mummy ko bhi mere lund ki puri garmi mehsus ho rahi thi. Tabhi mere ne lete lete hi mere gaal par hath fera. Aur boli.

Abhi ki mummy – Chal beta ab so ja. Subha kaam par bhi jana hai.

Maine mummy ke gaal ke gaal ko chum liya. Aur unse alag ho gaya. Fir main mummy ke sone ka intezar karne laga. Taaki aaj main thoda aage badh saku. Bhai tune sahi kaha tha. Ye choti moti harkate mummy nazar andaj kar rahi thi.

Shayad woh mujhe Abhi bhi baccha hi samajh rahi thi. Magar main to unhe pyaar karne ke liye mara ja raha tha. Maine pure 2 ghante intezar kiya. Aur jab mujhe laga mummy so gayi to main unke pass pahuch gaya.

Hi, this is Jack. This is a story between stepdad, stepdaughter and her mother, how it started and how it is going to turn. I always compare the women in my story to actresses. So, think of someone when reading the story.

First introductions: I am Jack, 44, male. I didn’t get married till now. I work as a professor and do some programming stuff for an IT company from home. I live alone. When I need sex, I bring a prostitute to my home and fuck. I never had thoughts of getting married. It all changed because of a student.

A new batch of students came all good students except one naughty girl. It was Raveena, age 18. She was not good at her studies as well. One day phone call came that Raveena’s mother was ill and admitted to hospital. So Raveena left.

After college, I usually go straight home, but sometimes I go to the beach. That day, I went to the beach to get some fresh air. I saw Raveena walking with a boy. I think this boy called college lied about her mother’s hospitalisation. I followed them. They went to a boat and sat near it.

I was sitting a little away, but I could see them clearly. At first, they were talking. But after a while, the boy started to touch her boobs and started kissing. After ten minutes of smooching, Raveena did something unexpected. She opened his zip and took his dick out, and started sucking it in public.

I was shocked by her action, but it also made me horny. I took my phone and recorded a video of her sucking her boyfriend. I left the beach because I needed sex, and on the way home, I called a broker.

Broker: Hello, sir. What are you looking for today?

Me: Do you have a young piece?

Broker: Yes, we have, sir. I will send some photos, choose whoever you like.

He WhatsApped me three photos. I chose one.

Me: How much rate?

Broker: 1500 per hour. You can get her for 3 hours it’s offer price 4000.

Me: OK, send her for three hours.

I came home and freshened up. At about 7, the bell rang. I opened the door young girl was standing there.

Me: Come in, sit down

She sat down on the sofa.

Me: My name is Jack, what’s yours?

Her: Yasika.

Me: Age.

Her: 21.

Me: Do you drink?

Her: Sure!

I poured a cup of vodka for myself and her. We both cheered and drank.

Yasika: Shall we start? Your time has started.

Me: OK.

I told her to remove her clothes except her bra and panty. She removed her clothes and stood in her bra panty. I was wearing only trousers and sitting on the sofa watching her strip.

Me: Suck my dick.

She came down on her knees and lowered my trouser, and took my dick in her mouth. It started to grow inside her mouth with her move. I laid back, thinking of Raveena sucking her boyfriend’s cock.

I wished I could make Raveena suck my dick like this while enjoying a blowjob from Yasika. After some time, I told Yasika to get up and lean on the tea table. I lowered her panty and spread her leg. I inserted my middle finger inside her pussy to see if it was wet.

She was fully wet. I grabbed a condom and put it on my dick. I grabbed her hip and pulled her towards my lap. I positioned my dick so that it entered her pussy while sitting. She screamed a little.

She started to move up and down on her lap. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them as much as I could. In the moment of heat she was making noise.

Yasika: Ah, ah…

Her voice made me want to fuck her even more. I told her to get up. Turned her around and kissed her on the lips. I squeezed her big ass rubbing my dick in her belly button. I lifted her in my hand, pushed into the wall and fucked her in the air.

Yasika: Oh my god, you are a strong old man.

Me: Who are you calling old?

I rammed her even harder. Then placed her on the sofa and started fucking her in a missionary postion. After a few minutes, I cum. I got up, removed the condom, and put it in the dustbin. Then took my phone, which was recording the whole session, and paused the recording.

I always record my session with the prostitute and later watch it. Yasika got up and drank some water. I took a cigarette, lit it up and started smoking. It was 8.10 pm. I poured a drink for her and me. She took it and gulped it.

Yasika: Wow, you awesome, dude, nobody fucked me like this before.

Me: Thanks for the appreciation.

I took the vodka shot I gave to her and told her to pour it above your boobs. I am going to drink in your nipple. I drank the vodka flowing on her nipple. She started to get into a mood.

Yasika: You still have almost 2 hours. Can you fuck, or you booked me just for a show like everyone?

I got up and showed my erect dick

Me: What do you think?

She was shocked to see I was erect already.

Me: Give me one more shot, then let fuck again.

She poured vodka on her boob again. I drank it, sucking her nipple. Squeezing her boobs. Then we both went to my bedroom. I fucked her for another 1 hour. I don’t know what came to me. Watching Raveena’s action on the beach made me into a beast.

The time was 9.30 pm we both were lying down exhausted. We both got up after a while, it was 9.40.

Yasika: You still have 20 minutes. Do you need anything, or shall I go?

Me: If you can, give me a blowjob, and I like to cum on your face.

Yasika: Sure, for this dick, I will do it anytime.

She started to suck my dick. I took my phone and started recording it. But this time, I cum within 10 minutes all over her face. I gave her 4000rs, and she left. Before leaving, she gave me her number to call her if I needed her.

Afterwards, I was so tired I slept. The next morning, as usual, I came to college. Raveena also came to college. When I saw her, the thought of fucking her came into my mind.

At first, I thought of blackmailing her showing the video. Then I was scared I couldn’t spoil my name. After class, I called Raveena to my room. She came.

Me: How’s your mom?

Raveena: She is fine, just a low BP. She usually gets it.

Me: Don’t lie to me, your mother was not sick, you were on the beach yesterday.

She was shocked.

Me: Tell me your father’s phone number. I like to speak to him.

Raveena: He is not with us.

Me: What happened?

Raveena: Dad divorced mom and left us.

Me: Then give me your mom’s number.

Raveena: Sir, please, sir, don’t call my mom.

Me: You should have thought about that before making a mistake.

Raveena gave her mother’s number. I called her.

Me: Hello, good morning, madam, is this Raveena’s mother?

Her: Yes.

Me: I am her computer professor. Can you please come to the college? It is very urgent.

Her: Is there any problem, sir?

Me: Please come, we need to discuss your daughter.

Her: OK, I will come in half an hour.

Me: Raveena, wait outside the room.

After about 40 minutes, her mother came. I was shocked to see her. She looked gorgeous in the saree. Raveena came along with her.

Me: Wait outside. I will speak to your mother.

Her: Hello, I am Poonam, Raveena’s mother.

I can’t explain her beauty. She was 10 times more beautiful than Raveena. That moment I planned to fuck both of them by any means.

Poonam: What happened, sir?

Me: Hello, I am Raveena’s computer professor. I am in charge of her class. Yesterday a phone call came that you got sick and admitted to hospital.

Poonam: What?

Me: Saying this, Raveena cut the class. I don’t know where she went, but in the evening, I spotted her on the beach. This is the reason I have called you madam.

Poonam: Call me Poonam. I am very sorry, I apologise for her behaviour.

Me: Not only that, her performance in all the subjects is very poor. Usually, some students may need extra care. But in this module exam, she is the only one who failed in all subjects.

Poonam: I am sorry, sir.

Me: Don’t be sorry, Poonam, it happens.

I maintained pure eye contact so that she could trust me.

Me: I am thinking of giving her an extra class after college if you allow us. I need your cooperation as well.

Poonam: Sure, sir, you can contact me anytime.

Me: I don’t need to scold her. Maybe she needed some time to think.

Poonam: Thanks for your concern, sir.

Me: Call me Jack.

Poonam: Sure.

After that, Poonam left, and Raveena came inside.

Me: I didn’t tell your mom about you with a boy.

Raveena was shocked. She thought I hadn’t seen her boyfriend.

Raveena: Sorry, sir, please don’t tell Mom.

Me: Don’t worry. I’ll keep that in mind and study well.

Raveena: OK, sir, thank you.

I wanted Raveena first. Now I want her mother also.

The next day, I started teaching Raveena after college as an extra class. She hated it but couldn’t do anything about it. I was in contact with Poonam every day, strictly on a professional level.

At the end of the year, Raveena passed in every subject and scored the highest marks. The student with the highest mark student gets a medal. So Raveena got it in front of her mother, Poonam. Poonam was so happy seeing her daughter getting a medal.

Poonam: it’s all because of you, sir. Thank you so much.

Me: It’s my duty.

Poonam was very moved.

Poonam: I’d like to give you a treat, dinner at our home.

Me: No need for that, it is my job, that’s all.

Poonam: Please, I insist.

Me: OK, if you insist.

Poonam: Then it is settled. You are coming on Saturday for dinner at my home.

Me: OK then.

I was waiting for this kind of opportunity, I was so thrilled. I devised a plan immediately. I brought some sex chocolates and swapped them in a normal chocolate box.

I will continue the story in the next part. Hope you guys liked the story.

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I (Sneha) blinked my eyes open and quickly squeezed them shut again. Knowing I’d been caught, I fluttered my eyelids as though I was not about to feign sleep. My husband stood over me, watching.

Avoiding his stare, I focused blankly on the ceiling fan. “It’s nine,” Rakesh said gently. “Better get a move on, Honey.” I rolled over and faced the wall with a small sigh, unable to handle his innocent face.

I mumble absently, “I’m not coming.”

“Sneha…,” he started again.

Me: I have a very important meeting today.

“Meeting. Today?” he asked.

“New client, it’s crazy at work,” I say, staring at the blank wall with a frame of our picture. A picture of our honeymoon at Manali.

“It’s Sunday, Sneha. I have been telling you about this all week long, I have confirmed the broker also. Can’t the work wait till Monday?” Rakesh speaks in a calm tone. Will he never get upset with me? There was no hint of anger in his voice.

I absentmindedly shook my head, “I’m hosting this meeting. I can’t skip.” I couldn’t meet his eyes. I lied, not wanting to go anywhere after that incident.

“If you like the plot, we will go to finalize. Call my boss if you don’t believe me.”

I knew Rakesh wouldn’t go to the extent of doubting and calling my boss.

There was a difference in sentiment between us about our dream home. I wanted a luxury villa or apartment inside the city. Rakesh, on the other hand, wanted a site on the outskirts and construct a dream home.

Rakesh climbs onto the bed. His cold hands wrapped around me inside the comforter, hugging me from behind. He ushers, “Honey, I believe you. Nowadays you are working too much. You stay longer than usual and work on weekends too. It’s been two months. You need to move out of that incident.”

Guys, hold on. My husband was not referring to my parting ways with Rocky at the marriage function. Rocky, ufff, his memories never leave me, even after two months.

Rakesh continued, “Your grandmother wouldn’t like to see you like this, mourning. I know how close you two were. But you need to move on, honey,” he kissed my shoulder gently.

I almost laughed out loud, but I didn’t. I didn’t deserve to move on. I’d used the grief of the death of my grandmother as an excuse. But the reality was the stranger, Rocky. Thinking of the stranger, I detach from the clasps of my husband and hustle to the washroom.

Rakesh calls behind me, “Baby, as per your wish, today the broker is taking us to show apartments. But you are busy!”

I could sense the disappointment in his voice. Why doesn’t my husband scold and order me to go with him? Why doesn’t he force and fuck me?

After the cold shower, I stood watching the reflection of my naked body in the mirror. Even after two months, the wedding day was still fresh in my thoughts, like it happened yesterday.

On the wedding day, my hands froze as I couldn’t twist the key to start the engine. I forced my fingers to bring the engine of my car to life. Rocky stood his ground unmoved at the exact spot where we ended the conversation. I remember his intense stare.

I looked at his well-maintained silhouette from the wing mirror of the car mirror. With gritted teeth, I slowly drove my car away from him. I lost all sense of my surroundings as the figure of Rocky slowly vanished from view. My heart wished that he would follow me.

His last words were indigestible, “Don’t walk away, Honey. If you walk away. . .” He didn’t complete the sentence.

After reaching home, I realized that I had insulted Rocky too badly. A knock on the washroom door brought me back to my reflection. Water droplets on my sensitive skin.

“How much longer, Sneha?” Shaking my head, I reply, “Five minutes, Raki.” This was all my doing. I, too, longed for the stranger Rocky to fuck me. Not just fuck me but eat me as his feast.

For the first time, I was feeling guilty. Rakesh is my husband. I don’t have any right to stop him from fucking me or cuddling me. Am I a cheat? I hadn’t allowed my husband inside me from the wedding day, not even a cuddle.

I have been using the death of my grandmother to keep him away. Like a sweetheart, my husband continues to shower more love. I am such a horny lady. Why did I stop my husband from fucking me? Am I worthy of his innocent love?

This was the longest untouched time of our married life. My eyes linger over the unshaven hairy bush between my thighs, densely covering my pussy. The guilt melted away when Rocky appeared in my thoughts.

I am confused. Rocky was so strong-willed that he never returned to me after that day. I shook my head and called out, “Hey Raki, I will come with you. Can we go slightly late?” I could sense joy in Rakesh’s response, “Hey, sweetheart. Anytime.” I quickly shuffle through the washroom drawer to grab the shaver.

Scolding for keeping myself dirty, which I never do. I shave the mess, unveiling my shiny, soft cherry, ready to be munched. Brushing fingers over my neatly shaved pussy I speak to my reflection, “I am all yours. This is for you, Rakesh.”

I took a second shower. After shaving, my body felt extremely sensitive. A sudden desperation with my appetite at its peak. I wrap my wet body with the towel covering my boobs to my upper thigh. With a smile, I shout, “Raki.”

Rakesh rushes to the washroom door, “Hey, What happened? Open the door.” I slowly fanned the door open. My nipples are rock hard, poking through the towel. Raki watches me with an unsurprising look, not realizing my intentions.

Dumbo asks, “What happened? Why did you shout?” Fuck, At the exact moment, his phone rings. He answers, “Coming down in 5 minutes. Hey, the broker has arrived, Sneha.” I look into his eyes, conveying his long-awaited ticket to bang me. Bang me here and now.

But my idiot husband doesn’t notice my intention. I claw his T-shirt collar and drag him clumsily into the washroom. Rakesh leaps onto me like a tiger over its prey. He cupped my face and locked his lips.

Oh, dirty, his unwashed mouth dirtily kissed my mint-brushed fresh mouth. His lips hungrily tasted my lips and drank my mouth. Oh shit, My mind was telling me why the hell I kept my husband starving for so long.

My lips, too, hungrily allowed his lips and tongue to enter me. His hands were all over my drenched body, feeling every bit of me. He is moaning into my mouth. My hands, in no time, reached the bulge in his pyjama. I rub my hand, feeling the erection through its length.

As a punishment for keeping him starving, I decided to give him a blowjob. His phone continues ringing again. Ignoring the ring, Rakesh busily ate my lips as his lips left my lips. They moved suddenly to suck all over my soft face.

Apart from hard nipples and hungry lips, my pussy remains dry. I pull his pyjama and underwear low to the knee. Rakesh pulls the towel away from my body. I yearn for his fingers over my just-cleaned pussy.

I grab Rakesh’s erect dick, the stranger, and his well-built silhouette flashes through my head. Oh fuck, Rocky. What have you done to me? I was dry so far, but a mere thought of you made my pussy oozing wet. My hands remained stuck and unmoved over Rakesh’s dick. Rakesh, “What?”

“Nothing.” I shake away the lingering thought of Rocky. I caressed Rakesh’s dick head with my thumb. It made him breathe and moan with pleasure. Rakesh’s phone continues to ring for the third time, unanswered. With the phone ringing, Rakesh continues to suck my neck busily.

I don’t want to think of you, Rocky, repeating this line in my mind. I want my husband to drive huge thrusts into me, erasing any hint of Rocky. Pushing Rakesh’s pyjamas away, I drag him under the shower. My fresh cherry pussy was eager for his hands.

I kneel on the wet floor to give him a deep blowjob. The rings spoil his mood. I watch his thick nervy cock losing its girth and returning to a flaccid state.

Rakesh asks, “Honey, Shall we do it in the night?.” I smile, hiding my craving, lust, and hunger for a deep thrust, “Yaa, sure, baby. Let’s go.” My pussy remains untouched and flaringly awake.

The broker travelled with us, guiding us from the back seat. With no intent for the past two months, I suddenly felt largely desperate. I needed Rakesh’s thick cock inside me. I wanted to be pounded hard.

I repeat myself in my head, “I left Rakesh dry for two months. Why can’t I wait for the day to end?” I smile and glance at my husband who looks much happier, especially for accompanying him today.

Parking the car in the basement of the newly under-construction apartment. We climb concrete stairs to reach the 4th floor. The broker shows three kinds of flats, explaining with pictures of finished models.

As we step down to the basement, the broker ushers, “Sir, wait 2 minutes.” He runs into the parking lot. My eyes follow the broker to a man standing with his back, conversing on the phone. That wide upright back posture ripped shoulder in the white shirt, and the wavy hair.

I dart around with my eyes scanning around the parking lot before they latched on the bullet. I was shocked. I observed that the broker was waiting for the stranger to finish the call. Contrasting thoughts ran wild in my head.

My thoughts were, “Fuck, I should have denied coming here. It’s a great decision coming here.”

The stranger ended his call and was now talking to the broker. As the broker calls my husband to them, the stranger tilts his head. A sudden chill rushes through my body. As his cold eyes met mine, I was shipped back to the wedding day.

I stood stunned, and it became hard to break his sharp gaze. Around 15m apart, my husband walked to him. The stranger shifts around, facing me with my husband and the broker conversing with their back to me.

Ufff, his eyes scan me from my head to toe. I suddenly became conscious by watching myself. What was I wearing?

I was wearing a Patiala-style dress. My lips go dry. I watch him in detail. His crisp, ripped body in the white shirt. His uncrackble expressions. Fuck I am wet in no time in his presence. I pull a string of hair behind my ear with a blush unavoidably on my lips.

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Hi readers, it is my first story. And I hope, I will give you a good experience of time, while you go through my story.

My mother is the lead character in this story. Her name is “Divya”. She is 39 years old, a school teacher, a good mother, and a beautiful attractive woman with a beautiful attractive face. She has a good height compared to many women. Her height is 5.7 feet, with a good ass. I don’t know the size, but seems attractive. I have noticed many people staring at my mom’s ass. My mom was a modern Indian woman, who wore tight jeans and tight leggings.

Let’s move to the real story.

We are a middle-class Indian family and stay on rent in Delhi. My father is a government teacher, and my mother is a teacher at a private school. Some years back, due to some reason, we had to shift our flat. And now, we are living in another house which was near my sister’s college.

The place where we had shifted to, was good. The manager of that building was Kishan Lal. He was over 44-50 years old. After a few days of shifting, I made some good friends there. I was 18 years old, and my sister was 19 years old. She was in college.

After a few days, I went to my friends and the information I received from them was that the manager was a pervy person, and he secretly enjoyed many beautiful women in our colony.

A neighbor friend (Sakshit bhaiya) told me that Kishan Lal had banged only the beautiful women in the colony. And all women were innocent too. I took it as a warning as I believed my mother was the most beautiful woman. But I was not quite serious, as I believed my mother wouldn’t fall in his trap. Only whore women could give pleasure to such men.

But, after two months, I noticed that Kishan Lal having a long good conversation with my mom. It was resembling a flirt.

After a few months, the building manager informed my mom about the increased rent. And trust me guys, that increment was too much in comparison to earlier rent.

My mother tried to convince him to accept that it was an inappropriate increment. On this, he asked my mom if she wanted to go out with him for a movie. My mother did not accept his offer and paid him increased rent for once.

After one month, he again asked my mom if she could go out with him sometime and then he would not increase the rent. He also told her that he would never ask for rent in the future.

My mother was taking it as a joke and did not react much. He finally offered to my mom that if she flirted back with him, then she would not have to pay that much rent. Surprisingly, my mom started flirting with him sometimes! But then that idiot started pushing the limits.

After one month, he asked my mom to kiss him and she would not have to pay rent.

As a middle-class family woman, my mom took it as a big concession and started kissing him! The limits began crossing the boundaries from that day. And from month to month, my mom started doing the building manager more favors.

Around July 2016, he told my mom that for living rent-free, she had to let him see her boobs. Then my mom took off her top and her bra for him! The pervy manager grabbed my mom’s boobs and sucked them.

In August of 2016, he asked my mom to show him her pussy as he wanted to jerk off seeing her pussy. Then in September 2016, my mother got naked in front of him and gave him a blowjob!

In December, I realized he was inside a blanket in my parents bedroom with my mom. And my mom was moaning! My mom’s undergarments were scattered on the floor. Slowly and slowly, my mom had become the building manager’s slut. Gradually, she had a amount of good savings from the rent.

My mom was giving him these favors only once a month. So, trust me, it was very difficult for me to exactly trace when some mischief was going to happen between my mom and him.

After many months of watching it, I realized that was wrong. Sometimes, I was not able to know what happened that month and whether Kishan Lal took rent from my mom. If he took the rent, then how did he take it? Was it by cash or by opening my mom’s legs? Or was it that my mom paid rent to him with her mouth?!

I deserved to know how the rent was being paid but there was no way. I did not have a mobile phone at that time. I wished to record it and wanna watch it over and over again. But I was not lucky that time. (By the way, now I have a camera of good quality on my phone. Now I record videos of my mom bathing, etc.)

After a long time, we shifted again from that flat into another flat in another colony. So many things changed. Only my father fucked my mom.

One day with dirty intentions, I texted my mom from a new contact number which I had recently purchased. I pretended to be that old building manager, Kishan Lal. And I started sex chatting with my mom.

I made her to have a sex chat with me and also asked her for her nudes. Damn, it was really surprising that my mom had enough trust in Kishan Lal. My mom shared her nudes with him (me).

After sharing the nude pics, my mom tried to call me on that new contact number. Of course, I couldn’t talk to her on call. So I never picked up the call, and never talked to her back.

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Guys, it’s my first story. I hope I did not disappoint you. I am thankful to you if you read my story this far. And I am thankful for the ISS, for providing me such a platform.

Thank you guys, thank you ISS. Kindly contact me at [email protected] if you ever wanna talk to me.