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Hi, I am Rajesh. When I was growing up into a man, I was getting attracted to my own Mom. She is a dusky, tall woman, 5 feet 8 inches, and chubby, with huge boobs (38D). A big fat belly like a sack of rice and a jiggly abdomen filled with yellow stretch marks and a deep, round navel.

Every desi son plays with his Mom’s soft belly while sleeping with her, and I did the same. But I never got a chance to do naughty things with her, as she was very strict and I was afraid of her. However, I used to masturbate thinking of her suckling on her boobs and playing with her jiggly belly and navel.

My lust for my Mom continued until I got a girlfriend, who is ten years older than me, a dusky and BBW woman like my Mom and is my professor, and while having sex with her, I will often bury my face into her breasts, suckle her nipples and would call her “mommy”.

She pats my back with love, and I release my load of cum inside her pussy. However, still, sometimes my lust for my Mom triggers me. A reason for that is the events that happened between two of my friends and their Moms. Listening to those events used to make me extremely horny.

It made me think of doing such things with my own Mom – a wish that remained unfulfilled. Here I will narrate to you those events between my two friends and their Moms. It used to make me horny and jealous. There are not too many such events.

But I used to take frequent updates from my friends till we all left for college. However, as these are true events and not made-up sex stories, I cannot expand them too much. And you may not get to see everything you get in a general sex story.

Suman suckles on his Mom’s tits

Here, I will tell the events between Suman and his Mom, Chitra aunty. Suman has been my friend for a long time. His father is a sailor and stays abroad most of the time. His mother’s name is Chitra. Suman was my good friend, and so was Chitra aunty to my Mom.

We often visited teachers’ houses, spent time and played together. Chitra aunty used to love me like her own son. Suman was thin and dusky, while his Mom Chitra aunty was fair. She was a heavy-built woman. Suman had told me that her bra size is 38. She had a huge, flabby belly.

She would often wear a saree a little bit below her navel. So, whenever I would meet Chitra aunty, I would easily see her jiggling belly with her deep oval navel. At the same time, I could also see her huge boobs held tightly in her blouse, so big that they always try to jump out.

The shape of her nipple was also visible sometimes, when she is not wearing a bra inside her blouse. I often used to masturbate thinking of Chitra aunty – thinking of playing and sucking with her huge boobs and fucking her.

However, the most important part is, why would the relation between Suman and Chitra aunty make me jealous? My Mom stopped me breastfeeding many years ago. After that, she would never let me even touch her boobs. I would try sometimes while sleeping at night.

She would always give me a good scolding and take my hands off her boobs. At the same time, Suman’s mother used to breastfeed her till he left for college. Even his father knew this and never tried to intervene between the mother and the son.

Chitra aunty’s breastmilk never finished as she used to breastfeed Suman every night. Whenever Suman and I meet, he would always tell me about the previous night. I would eagerly listen to him, only to masturbate with frustration and jealousy.

Let me tell you one eventful night when he released his cum on his Mom’s belly for the first time.

In Suman’s language:

“Last night, my Mom and I went to bed. Mom removed her pallu, opened the hooks of her blouse and turned towards me. I hugged Mom tightly and put one of my legs on her to make the hug tighter. As it was very warm last night, I did not wear a vest. My chest and belly were buried under her belly.

I started playing with my Mom’s one boob and waiting for Mom to breastfeed me. Mom gently took my head in her arms and then held her other boob in her hand and brought it near my open mouth. Then she put her nipple and areola in my mouth and started to rub my head and back.

I started to suck Mom’s nipple, and my Mom’s sweet and warm breastmilk started to flow into my mouth, and I started to swallow it. You know, from the past few months, I have been getting a strong erection while my Mom breastfeeds me.

However, while I was sucking on my Mom’s boob, drinking her breastmilk, my Dad suddenly called her on a video call. I got irritated. I know that Dad knows that Mom breastfeeds me every night. He has seen me doing that many times while being present in the room or over video call.

Mom did not care. She kept on breastfeeding me, and with her other hand, she accepted the video call and started talking with Dad. I kept on sucking on Mom’s boobs and drinking her breastmilk, and while playing and squeezing with the other boob.

The other boob was continuously leaking milk as I was squeezing it. I overheard what my Mom and Dad were discussing. But neither I nor they understood everything, and neither did I care. At one point, Dad told Suman to show me.

Mom: He is drinking my breastmilk.

Dad: What’s new in that? Just show me.

Mom moved the phone screen towards me and said: Suman beta, talk to daddy.

As I was suckling on Mom’s boob with her nipple in my mouth, I only looked at the screen through the corner of my eyes and made a sound.

Dad: Hello, beta, still drinking mommy’s milk. It is tasty.

Me: Hmmm.

Dad told Mom: Move the camera to you. Seems Suman is enjoying his mommy’s milk and does not want to talk to daddy.

Mom: Ok.

Dad: Does he play with your belly and navel?

Mom: He does.

Dad: Show me.

Mom: But he is playing with my boob now. You saw that.

Dad: I want to see him playing with your belly too. If you tell him, he will do that.

Mom pulled down her saree much lower and made her whole big fat belly bare. Seeing her big, fat, and jiggly belly, my erection became stronger. Mom pulled my hand from her boon down to her belly. Without even being asked by Dad or Mom, I started to play with Mom’s fat, fleshy, and jiggly belly.

I was squeezing her belly everywhere. Especially her fleshy, soft abdomen. Sometimes, she squeezes the folds in her waist. Sometimes I would put my finger in her deep navel while squeezing hard the soft and fleshy abdomen just below her navel.

Sometimes I was brushing the stretch marks in her abdomen with the tips of my fingers. At the same time, I kept on suckling and drinking my Mom’s breastmilk and squeezing that with my other hand. Mom’s other boob was still leaking drops of breastmilk.

Dad was watching everything from the other side of the video call. I don’t know why. Seeing me suckling on my Mom’s boobs and playing with her belly and navel, he was making noises. At one point in time, I heard Dad telling Mom, “Ask him to do that thing?”

So, irritating. I am enjoying my Mom’s milk-filled breasts and her jiggly and fleshy belly. What does Dad want to see more of? Why is he disturbing me from getting nurtured by my Mom’s breastmilk and the warmth of her smooth, fleshy belly and boobs?

Mom told me: Suman beta, mommy wants Suman to love her belly in the same way he loves her boobies.

I now know what to do. In fact, this is one of the ways I play with Mom every night. I released Mom’s nipple from my mouth and sat up. Mom turned and lay on her back. I slowly crawled over Mom and sat on her huge, fat thighs. Then I grabbed Mom’s boobs with both of my hands and started leaning forward.

I ultimately dipped my face in my Mom’s belly. As my face was buried in Mom’s fleshy belly, I started moving my face here and there, licking, sucking and biting every inch of my Mom’s belly, while squeezing both of her boobs hard. Milk was now spraying from both of her nipples.

Dad was making sounds on the phone, but much louder. At one point in time, I brought my face to my Mom’s deep navel. I dipped my nose in her navel and took the intoxicating, pungent smell of Mom’s navel. I licked her fleshy, soft abdomen and played with her stretch marks with my tongue.

Then I slowly inserted my tongue into my Mom’s navel and started licking and sucking there. I squeezed my Mom’s boobs like kneading dough. Suddenly, I heard Dad make a loud noise over the phone. Mom giggled and said, “So early?”

Dad: What can I do? I could not control.

What has Dad done? What was he trying to control?

Mom told me: Come on, Suman beta. Now drink Mom’s milk from the other boob. Mommy is waiting. Enough play with mommy’s belly for tonight.

I was not in the mood to leave Mom’s belly. But I was also eager to suck Mom’s boobs and drink her breastmilk. Hence, I rose and lay down on her other side. I hugged Mom again and started to suck on her other breast and drink her breastmilk.

At the same time, I was playing with her boob and squeezing them, sometimes pulling and twisting her nipples with my fingers.

Dad said to Mom: Have you noticed that it is having a tent?

When did I own a tent? What is Dad talking about?

Mom: Yes, it has been quite a few months.

Dad: Did you help him release?

Mom: No. How can I? I am his Mom.

Dad: Well, help him, or he will get frustrated and will be able to do nothing good. You are still breastfeeding him. What is the problem with helping with the other thing?

Mom: Most of the Moms let their son play with their breasts. That is natural…it is not connected to that.

Dad: No, my Mom did not let me play with her breasts at his age.

Mom: I said most. Not all. It depends on Mom-son bonding.

Dad: Okay, it’s up to you. But it would have helped him a lot. Otherwise, he would be frustrated and would not concentrate on his studies.

Mom: Even if I do, I cannot do it in front of you.

Dad: Okay then, I am leaving the phone now. But please help him.

Mom: I will see.

Mom disconnected the phone. I do not know what they were talking about. I was rather busy sucking out and drinking my Mom’s breastmilk from her huge boob and playing with her other boob and sometimes with her belly and navel, using my hand. Mom was rubbing my back. My dick was so erect that it was painful. There was an awkward silence in the room for some time. My eyes were almost closing.

Suddenly, Mom said: Suman beta. You can take off your pants. It is very warm today.

I looked at my Mom. But I did not want to get up to take off my pants. I did not want to stop drinking breastmilk from my Mom’s breast.

Mom: Do you want mommy to take off your pants?

I nodded my head to say ‘yes’ without taking Mom’s nipple from my mouth.
Mom grabbed the elastic of my pants at my waist. Slowly, she started pulling it down until I was completely naked. I was feeling shy as my dick was fully erect, even though Mom had seen me naked many times.

I had no shame in being naked in front of my Mom. As I was naked, Mom shocked me as she started to play with my dick. She said, “Oh, my beta’s pee pee. It has turned big. My beta is growing bigger and stronger. Drink more milk from mommy’s boob –so that you can become bigger and stronger.”

Mom did not need to tell me that. I was already sucking Mom’s boob hard and squeezing the other boob harder as soon as she had started to play with my dick. She had started slowly to pull my foreskin back and forth. After some time, she took some saliva in her hand from her mouth.

She rubbed her saliva all over my dick and started jerking my dick. The experience of being jerked off by Mom while being breastfed by her is beyond any comparison. I was sucking Mom’s tits harder and drinking more and more of her milk.

At one point in time, Mom said, “Do you want mommy to release your pee pee juice? There is a juice stuck inside your pee pee. You must release it – otherwise your balls will be in pain.” I again nodded my head to say ‘yes’ while continuing to suck Mom’s boob and drink her breastmilk.

But to my disappointment, Mom took her boob out of my mouth. She sat up and bent towards my waist, bringing her mouth to my waist. She started to suck my dick and played with the head of my dick using her tongue. It was such a strong pleasure and excitement.

My dick started to throb inside my Mom’s mouth. I grabbed one of her huge boobs with both of my hands and squeezed it hard. My Mom’s breastmilk spread all over my belly.

After some time, Mom lay down beside me and again let me suckle and drink her breastmilk from her huge boobs.

Mom: My son is very strong. His juice does not release fast. But mommy knows how to tackle her naughty son. Just wait and see.

This time, I was alternatively playing with Mom’s one boob while suckling her breastmilk from the other. Mom did not let me go to the gym with one of my legs. Instead, she wrapped one of her huge, heavy legs around me. She held my dick in her hand.

She pulled back my foreskin and started rubbing my dick on her fleshy, bare belly. It was such an extremely exciting and arousing feeling for me. I stopped playing with Mom’s boobs. Instead, I latched on to one of her boobs, sucking her breastmilk, and started squeezing the other.

My whole body was shivering like a feather out of excitement. But I could not move too much as I was tightly wrapped within Mom’s strong legs. At one point in time, Mom put the head of my dick in her navel. Her navel was so deep and wide. Her big belly was so fleshy that half of my dick was no longer visible.

I felt like the warmth of my Mom’s navel was melting my dick. I felt nothing more exciting and arousing than this in my life. Mom held my dick there with her fingers so that it would not come out of her navel. My precum was releasing and making the walls of my Mom’s navel slippery.

I continued to suck strongly on Mom’s breast, drinking more and more of her breastmilk. None of us was moving, though I was shivering. But as my Mom was breathing in and out, her huge belly was expanding, thus pushing out some part of my dick outside.

My dick head was always inside her navel. Due to her breathing in and out, I felt like my dick was going inside and coming out of her navel. Gliding as it was slippery with my pre-cum. I could not hold any longer. Out of extreme excitement, I hugged Mom.

I started sucking her breast so hard that so much of her breastmilk was coming into my mouth. I was not able to swallow all of her breastmilk. It was flowing down from both ends of my mouth. My eyes were closed with arousal. The only sound that was coming from my mouth.

Mom was also holding me tightly with her legs. She could not hold me with her hand, and her hand was busy keeping my dick inside her navel. At one point in time, my whole body started jerking. I released my cum inside Mom’s navel. I released so much cum that it overflowed from her navel.

It started dripping on the bed, running across her huge, fat belly. I was almost out of my senses. I remember that I was still suckling on my Mom’s boobs and drinking her breastmilk. Mom was rubbing off my cum from her hand in her saree.”

From that day, each time I met Suman, he would narrate similar events happening with his mom. He never saw or fucked Chitra aunty’s pussy. But do you think hearing such events every time, especially between a Mom and a son, is not enough to make me jealous?

Especially, when my Mom did not allow me to do anything with her, other than play with her belly? I was jealous of Suman. He could suckle on his Mom’s breasts and drink her breastmilk every night. He was allowed by his Mom to fuck her belly and release his cum inside his Mom’s navel.

But there was someone whose live event not only made me more jealous. But also made Suman jealous and frustrated. He was Nandu, our batchmate. Nandu was also our old-time friend. Three of us used to play together or go fishing many times.

Whenever we would go fishing, we would have a long time to chat among ourselves. Most days, a major part of the chatting was listening eagerly to Suman on how he suckles on his Mom’s boobs and drinks her breastmilk. Later, Suman also used to describe how he made love on his Mom’s belly.

He released his come while fucking her navel. I used to get excited, but Nandu used to listen very quietly. Who knew that he was going to do something bigger? It was winter. Nandu has gone to his maternal uncle’s (mama) house for the wedding of his cousin brother.

We did not see him for a week. Nandu’s Mom, whom we call Srijita aunty, is a tall and ebony woman. She is around 5 feet 9 inches tall, taller than my mom, Suman’s Mom and even taller than Nandu’s Dad. There was no other woman in our small town as luscious and heavily built as Srijita aunty.

She was a strong woman and used to do all house chores by herself. Her boobs are huge. They should be around 40 D, I guess, as her boobs were bigger than my Mom’s (38D). She would always wear her saree deep below her navel, exposing her fat and huge dusky belly.

Yellow stretchmarks and her deep, round navel. Nandu, whose height was 5 feet 4 inches back then, used to get irritated when she went to the market. Men would try to have a look at her thick belly folds, jiggling fleshy and dusky belly and deep navel.

Their eyes will be glued to her huge boobs and cleavage. Srijita aunty would have her saree and blouse properly. But nobody dared to approach her due to her robust and heavy stature. Nandu’s father is a company manager. He had to leave Nandu and Srijita aunty at their family home while moving to a big city, to look after Nandu’s grandparents and their huge property.

Suman and I used to discuss about Srijita aunty among us, behind Nandu. We both were attracted to her body and often masturbate thinking of her in our bathrooms. However, Nandu only once told us that he also wants to have a wife like his mother.

At least we know that, like most Indian small-town and village boys, Nandu also plays with his mother’s belly and navel while sleeping at night. We would sometimes ask Nandu how that feels.

Waking up the next morning was like déjà vu from yesterday; I was clearing my vision through the fog from too much indulgence. I wondered if I was falling into the clutches of alcoholism, then shook myself to rationalise that it was my birthday yesterday, and all is well.

I was feeling great, I touched my swollen labia, which brought back a lot of flashbacks from last night and a smile to my face.

But after the initial fog dissipated, I felt good…a touch of my slightly swollen labia brought a satisfying smile to my face. Maybe I could save Adi from falling prey to my urges as long as other men are available, I thought. But again, the demon inside me whispered in my ear ..maybe not!

First time since we arrived at this resort, I felt satiated and did not find the need to hunt for sexual opportunities. I grasped this moment and decided to give my libido a rest. First, I explored the resort, then I visited the beach on the other side of the land. It was beautiful, filled with tourists of all ages, the morning sunlight, the majestic waves of the water, and the golden sand. A sense of contentment washed over me.

This wonderful feeling was interrupted as a shadow approached me. I turned around, and it was the guy from last night. I honestly did not want to see this bloke again; he had served his purpose. I was forming words to politely decline him and ask him to go back to his wife, for fucks sake, I was ready to apologise too.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I did not have to do all that. His wife arrived at the scene like a force of nature and smacked his face. She then pushed him aside, pointing her finger at me, she said, “Stay away from that whore”. Watching this drama unfold, my smile turned into laughter. Her hands were on her hips as she was shouting at her husband, making occasional eye contact with me; if eyes could kill, I would have been plant food in a heartbeat.

I had had enough with the insults, the sarcasm in me was oozing out, I raised my hand using my index finger and thumb showing a purposefully false gap to imply that her husband has a tiny dick, then turned my head in another direction. She turned red, and her face had a confused expression. In a surprising turn of events, she said (not with anger) with a humorous tone, “It may be small, but it’s mine”.

I couldn’t stop chuckling at the silliness of this conversation. I responded laughing, “Yup, all yours, don’t worry”.

Her husband was upset with how his wife behaved, or rather, upset at himself for cheating on his wife. He did what all men do, cowered himself out of the situation, saying, “I can’t deal with this right now”. Her husband’s absence or maybe her curiosity, triggered by my implying that her husband has a small dick, created an understanding between us; there was an opening of a channel for communication.

She started to walk towards me and said, “Is it really that tiny?” I wondered if I should tell her the truth or continue to make her feel insecure about her husband’s size. The fact was her husband’s dick was average, in fact bigger than my husband Dan’s, but smaller than hmm, you know who.

Me: Well…

Wife: I guess I know the answer, already being his wife. Not the first time I heard that.

I didn’t want to engage in a conversation with the person who just called me a whore, so I responded with a facial expression of pity instead of words.

Then, to my surprise, she stuck her hand out and introduced herself as Jade. I responded by shaking her hand and introducing myself as Priya.

Jade: Sorry about that rude behaviour, but I hope it will not happen with my husband again.

I nodded, and she smiled.

Jade began telling me things that I didn’t want to hear. I felt like I was a priest listening to confessions and regrets. I had my shit to deal with, and for some reason, I did not feel like listening to her, but she continued to tell me about how they came to this trip with another couple (her friend and her husband) how her intentions of coming on this trip was based on the hope that she could swap partners with her friend.

I could sense the insecurities she had when she said that her friend’s husband was not noticing her the way she wanted him to, and hung her face with a depressing look, saying, “Maybe I’m not attractive enough”.

Honestly, Jade had no reason to think like that. From my point of view, she was a lean, athletic, beautiful lady, although not blessed in the breast category; her breasts were just enough to fill her bikini top, but her face made up for it with high cheekbones, a pert nose and large black eyes.

Me: Listen, honey, I don’t think there is a single mage on this island who wouldn’t find you attractive.  mean, sexually attractive.

There was a smile on Jade’s face, and she enquired

Jade: How do you do it? I mean, last night in such a short time, you and my husband… You know what the trick to charm is?

I laughed at her question and said, “Oh, last night was the liquid courage mixed with a lot of libidos and my birthday, I’m not like that usually”.

Jade laughed and said, “Well, happy belated birthday then, consider my husband’s tiny cock a present from me”

I then told Jade about the neighbouring resort and that I was a guest member; if she wished, I could give her a tour. Jade nodded and asked, “But isn’t that a nudist resort?”

Me: Yup, but you will fit in just fine.

Jade thought for a minute and said, “Let me talk to my husband and tell him that we’ve sorted out the misunderstanding from last night. After that, can you take me there?”

ME: Ok

A few hours later, I met Jade near the pool. She was in her bikini, and I was in a robe with nothing inside. I suggested that she do the same, Jae asked me to cover her as she removed her bikini to wear the robe and my god! Youth has its virtues, I must admit. Jade was five feet two at the most and probably just under 100 pounds. Her small yet beautiful tits were “B” size at best; they were sticking, defying gravity.

We started walking towards the gate to the nudist resort, and then Jade said:

Jade: I wish I had boobs like you

Me: Aagh, not always an asset, it takes a lot of work to keep them from slipping down. But thanks, honey, I always enjoy being complimented.

As we entered the resort, there was a series of hooks for us to hang our robes. I had no problem removing my robe, but Jade was a little hesitant and nervous; she was looking around to convince herself that this was a prank and she wasn’t the odd one walking naked. Finally, off it came.

I scanned the resort and noticed a lot of new faces. The weekend was approaching, no wonder the clientele has increased, I thought, more meat, Good.

I took Jade to the reception and introduced her to Divya, who helped Jade with paperwork while I continued my scan.

There were still more women than Men, but the ratios were better compared to last time. There were some interesting couples and some not so interesting; a lot of younglings had a “Red” band. Jade was done and waved her “Green” band at me. I guess she was on her pill and looking for a wild adventure.

Jade was acting like a child in Disneyland, her head moving from side to side, like she did not want to miss a single thing. I was captivated by her wonderment. Then something happened, Jade saw something that stopped her in her tracks, with her eyes wide open and lips forming a “O”.

I followed her line of sight and realised her reaction was justified, a tall man was standing with the biggest hunk of meat I’d ever seen. It was so big and beautiful that I instinctively wanted to walk towards it and touch it; the meat was hanging, extending almost to his mid-thigh. I might have looked at that cock for a few seconds, but unfortunately, that huge cock was attached to a body that did not attract me.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s just that I’ve spent my life maintaining physical fitness, seeing a cock attached to a body with a beer belly and a round body was a massive turn off for me. Even if I worked on convincing myself that there was this thing about his age, he was at least 10 years older than me, and my desires leaned towards the opposite.

Jade, on the other hand, was drooling and elbowing me to introduce her to him, as if I knew everyone here. The gentleman was now staring at us directly; his large, round face gave a warm smile, unsure if that smile was for me, Jade or both of us. Luckily, just behind him, I noticed Sharon talking to a young lad who piqued my interest.

Taking the initiative, I grabbed Jade’s hand and started walking towards that guy and introduced ourselves, then I left Jade with him and said I needed to go. I made my way towards Sharon; I interrupted their conversation to greet Sharon and noticed the guy was not as young as he looked from a distance. He was not a local, a European, if I had to guess. He was close to my age, and for some reason, I was ok to adjust my parameter for men’s age and stretch it slightly.

He was at least 6 feet tall with not a single hair on his body. He had a nice, perfectly symmetrical cock, not huge or small, just perfect for a fuck.

Sharon: Hey Priya, I was talking to Aksel about you

Aksel’s warm smile almost melted me as I raised my hand to shake his, awaiting him to introduce himself

His Nordish accent sent a shiver down my spine, and any modesty that was left in me was given away by how my nipples reacted. Aksel then told me that he is from Denmark, and he and his wife often visit this place. He said they enjoy an open marriage, and it includes their family.

My first thought was that family meant their cousins, brothers and sisters. Mm, interesting, I said.

Just then, Sharon interjected and said, “Yeah, they got their son Aage with them this time”

Now it all made sense. Sharon had an ulterior motive. Aksel was of my age, which would put his son at 19 or 20 years old. This syncs in with Sharon’s interests. Aksel had a captivating demeanour. I barely noticed Sharon leaving us; within minutes, we were sharing a bottle of wine, talking about life, dreams and desires.

I wondered what was happening with Jade and leaned to look at her. She was holding the huge cock in both her hands with drool on her lips. Jade was completely lost and didn’t care what was happening around her. It looked like she had created a realm where only she and that huge cock existed. No point worrying about her, so much for a needle dick husband, I said to myself.

Without any thought, I looked at Aksel and said, “I know it sounds a bit forward, but I want to have sex with you”

Aksel: Me too, honestly, I wanted to introduce you to my wife first, but she has gone to the town to buy some things

Aksel stood up, extending his hand and said, “Let’s go to my room”.

Aksel’s room was a three-sided balcony exposed towards the ocean. He softly touched my back and guided me towards the round bed.

I wrapped my hands around him and leaned forward to lock our lips. His sensual and restrained urgency elevated my sensitivity, emboldening my approach. I slid my left hand down his torso only to find his smooth, slowly engorging European cock. The warm, porcelain texture kept slipping my fingertips as I carefully cupped his hairless sack and began squeezing it softly.

I felt this building desire to get closer and be more intimate by wrapping the smooth dick in my mouth. I broke my embrace, but he leaned towards me, slowly bending me back onto the bed. I was ready to surrender myself almost immediately by spreading my legs and raising my knees in anticipation of him riding me. As soon as my head touched the mattress, Aksel broke the connection of the thought I had and started to nibble at my neck with small butterfly kisses until he reached my tits, cupping them with his hands.

My nipples responded to his mouth and fingers. I could no longer stop my body from arching, helping him to take more of them inside his mouth. With my eyes closed, head rolled back, and an exquisite feeling, I enjoyed his touch, his pressure and the firmness of his body. It was perfect for my senses.

He broke away from my sensitive tits and focused his attention on my belly. My body was confused as I kept guessing where his lips would touch next. I was already wet, my cunt was leaking, and I could smell the sex in the air. Just then, his lips touched the top of my pubic mound, and I could feel his tongue flickering against the split of my pussy. It touched my clit first, sending a bolt of lightning from my cunt to the brain, and my hips were automatically raising against his mouth. I wanted to grab his head and force it against my cunt. It took a Herculean effort to restrain myself and feel the oral magic administered by the mage.

He was an expert in the way his tongue and mouth manipulated the spots; he knew exactly what he was doing; it was beyond my capacity to resist him. He put his tongue inside my cunt, and his mouth encapsulated my clit. My body was convulsed as I started to pinch both my nipples, all my restraint gone. I was huffing and puffing as I came hard on his face.

He then worked me down by kissing my thighs as if he knew how to react to a woman’s desire, then he slowly started to build me back up by sucking on my feet and softly massaging my body. Once again, his face was on my cunt, and I wondered if he was going to cum again. I was so close, but he switched gears and was on to restarting his journey with butterfly kisses. He was agonizingly slow, while I enjoyed those romantic touches and kisses, I just wanted to push his face back to my cunt.

I think he caught on to my emotions and responded even better. I could feel the head of his cock spreading my labia and making initial contact. Before he could change his mind and play tricks with my body, I locked him by folding my legs around him and grabbed his smooth back with my hands. His dick was now deep inside my cunt, and my body was reacting to his thrusts. Every time our tempo gained speed and felt like we were Cumming Aksel would switch gears, bringing both of us down from the peak.

I was lost in the rise and fall of adrenaline. This was the first time a man had fucked me so long with both of us enjoying every second. My body was hitting its limit: I didn’t know I had this much stamina and strength. I decided to let go, a total release of emotions; it felt like I was holding a storm within me. I had a monumental orgasm, releasing a flood of liquid for the first time in my life. I came so hard.

Aksel rolled off and was breathing heavily. I guess he had a great load released, the condom was stuck in my cunt, I pulled it out, and it was quite full. Both of us lay on the bed listening to the lapping sound of the waves, which lulled me to sleep almost instantly.

Not sure how long I was sleeping, I woke up with the realisation that my cunt was orally administered by Aksel. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of a warm tongue. I instinctively placed my hand on his head to guide him towards a sweet spot. Just then, I heard a woman’s moan an inch from my shoulder.

Instantly, my eyes popped open, and I moved my head towards the moan I heard and witnessed thick dark hair spread across my shoulder. Aksel was on top of this woman fucking her right next to me. I was filled with anxiety; my hand was still grabbing the straw-like hair of the person sucking my cunt. It was one of those “what the fuck” moments for me, as much as my body enjoyed the licking, my brain was confused and overwhelmed.

I pulled my head up and stared at a young lad with his face buried in my womanhood.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I screamed. Just then, the woman next to me was moaning loudly, indicating she was close to an orgasm. I looked at Aksel, and he was grunting and about to release as well. A half-hidden kid’s face hidden below my cunt, Aksel’s eyes rolling back with a smile as he looked at me getting close to his climax, and the woman turning her head staring at me in ecstasy. Yup, this counts as the craziest, most confusing moment of my life.

Aksel was out of breath. He then smiled and said, “Allow me to introduce my family. This is my wife, Nora, and that little rascal between your legs is our son Roland”

My head was flooded with so many thoughts and questions; all I could say in return was “umm. Uh .. I’m Priya”

Roland mumbled something I could not understand. His accent then focused his mouth on my gaping cunt; I was startled a little bit. Nora noticed that and gave a little laugh, saying, “Enjoy, my boy is good at sucking and licking cunt”.

Nora was beautiful with her raven hair and gorgeous body. Aksel got up, and Nora rolled over, sliding herself towards me. Without any hesitation, he leaned over and grabbed my right tit in her mouth. I immediately wanted to jerk her away and tell her that I’m not into women, but for some reason, Roland was doing his magic down there, and I did not want that to be interrupted, so I played along.

It felt weird, the shock of another woman touching and sucking my tits. This weirdness soon turned into curiosity; my nipple stretched, telling her to suck it all up. Nora was now cupping one of my breasts with one hand and sucking the other tit. Aksel was behind Nora and licking her arse hole, I guess.

Aksel was now on his knees and started fuck Nora in her Ass. Nora, who was sucking my nipple, suddenly bit them as she felt the pain of her husband’s dick entering her butt hole. She now had her mine face and locked her lips with mine. Nora’s strong yet sensitive embrace, Roland’s magical tongue inherited from his father, Aksel fucking Nara’s arse from behind, the electrifying feeling of my fingers holding Nora’s firm tits was intoxicating.

This was a bloody freaking orgy that was not in my plan, but the strange thing is, I loved it. The fact that I was in a fucking orgy with a family boosted my desire. I felt like I’d done it all and reached the summit of perversion until Roland stopped and started fucking my cunt.

Fucking hell, this was beyond what I perceived. I was hoping Roland would dance with me like his father, taking me to the peak and getting me down, but nope! I was far too gone, my lips were still locked with Nora’s and my hands were aggressively feeling her tits, both father and son were syncing with their thrusts.

Holy Shit! I came so hard along with Roland; I felt a warm jizz deep inside me, and that’s when I realised that Roland was not wearing protection. Nora pulled back. I think she was expecting her orgasm to come close. Nora was now in a doggy position, and Aksel was pounding her hard. He then wrapped his hand around and started to rub her clit as he fucked his wife’s arse.

I was relishing every moment, and in minutes, Nora came. I knew this because she was holding my arm tightly by the pressure she applied and the squeal she let out. I just knew she was done. Aksel got his hard dick out of Nora’s arse. He was still not done, “what the hell,” I said to myself and reached towards his slippery cock, I could smell Nora’s ass all over Aksel’s dick, I rubbed it on my cheeks and took it inside my mouth.

I started to jerk it, suck it and deep throat that beautiful cock and finally was rewarded with a warm jizz in my mouth. We all took a break, and I cleaned up, then we all relaxed in the luxurious super super-large hot tub.

As we were in the tub, I observed and wondered if this was normal for this family or if this was a special one-time event for them. We spent about 20 minutes in the tub, and I noticed Nora was getting a bit excited. Before I could get involved further in Adam’s family’s incestual misadventures, I announced that I was tired and needed a break.

Nora smiled and nodded, and as soon as I was out of the tub, she pounced on her son, riding him like a whore without a shred of guilt. My body was still not accustomed to marathon sex; I bid them farewell and left the room.

The End

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I really wanted to finish this series in this chapter; unfortunately, the remaining part of the story is not long enough to qualify for a chapter, and this chapter has almost reached its word limit. So, I’ll leave the rest for your imagination.

In every village, there are women whispered about. Some for scandal. Some for sorrow. And some because their very presence feels like a story waiting to be told.

Sarala was one such woman.

She walked with the weight of silence — not out of shame, but because she had learned that words rarely did justice to grief. Her beauty was of the old kind — the kind sculpted slowly by hardship and sun. Her skin bore the gold-brown hue of fields at harvest, smooth and warm, with that dusky softness that only women from the heart of the Deccan seemed to carry.

She was curvaceous — in a way that made even her quietest movements feel like poetry. Her hips swung gently when she walked, not with pride or provocation, but with the unhurried rhythm of someone who had nothing to prove. Her breasts were full beneath her plain cotton blouse, her stomach soft, her waist low and wide — the kind of body that held stories, not just shape. She never wore jewellery beyond the thin red glass bangles she kept after widowhood, but her silence shimmered like gold.

Men turned their heads when she passed. Women lowered their voices. She didn’t need to speak — she was felt.

And then there was Mounika.

Where Sarala was dusk, Mounika was flame.

She was taller, sharper, with a spine that seemed carved from stubbornness itself. Her skin was a richer cinnamon, kissed by the sun with pride. Her eyes, large and almond-shaped, missed nothing, especially injustice. She walked like she knew the ground belonged to her, firm steps, hips that swung like the pendulum of a clock ticking toward reckoning.

Mounika’s figure was leaner, her sari always worn a little tighter around her waist, not for vanity but for readiness. She moved fast, spoke fast, and thought even faster. Her legs were long, her back straight, her shoulders unbowed. There was fire in her, the kind that didn’t seek permission before burning. Men respected her, even feared her. Women either adored her or hated her — there was no middle ground.

But when she stood beside Sarala, their two bodies in contrast: soft and sharp, dusk and flame, the village paused. Together, they were not whispers. They were thunder.
Two women — One had learned to survive quietly. The other had learned to fight back. And together, they would change everything, especially their lives.

***

It had rained all evening.
A summer downpour — warm, insistent, soaking the red earth and the tiled roofs, turning the village lanes into flowing veins of mud and leaves.

Mounika had come over late, after her husband left for a week-long trip. Her braid was loose. Her white night saree clung wet to her waist from running across the courtyard. She carried hot tea. And something restless in her eyes.

Sarala opened the door, hair uncombed, lips bitten raw from thinking too much. The rain behind her thundered like a warning. Or an invitation.

They sat on the charpai, shoulders touching. No words. Just the monsoon wind pressing against the cracked wooden windows. Mounika leaned her head on Sarala’s shoulder. And stayed there.

Sarala had closed her eyes. She could feel the warmth of Mounika’s breath on her collarbone. That breath—soft, hesitant, womanly made her belly twist with something dangerous. Something she hadn’t named.

When Mounika’s hand slid into hers, Sarala didn’t pull away.

When her thumb traced the inside of Sarala’s wrist, slow and trembling, she didn’t stop her.
The air between them rippled like heat over fire.

The rain came suddenly, slanting across the tiled roofs like a fury released. Most women ducked indoors, clutching laundry and firewood. But Sarala remained on her veranda, chin lifted to the storm, blouse dampening, the cotton clinging to her chest and stomach. She closed her eyes. The rain was loud enough to mute the world. Enough to make her feel alone.

As they sat together, Sarala’s saree drenched and Mounika’s saree got wet, pasted to her skin, hair wild, face shining from the rain. Her eyes, always too bold, held that same unreadable thing. Hunger. Defiance. Curiosity.

They looked at each other. Sarala sensed the tension and moved away from her to the verandah.

Mounika stepped forward. “You look like you want to be touched by something.”

Sarala stiffened. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why?” Mounika came closer. “Because I do want to touch you?”

The air changed. Thunder cracked behind them, but it was quiet here. The silence between them pulsed, alive with something electric.

Sarala turned away, but Mounika followed. She stepped under the awning, closer now. The scent of rainwater and soap, of jasmine oil and wet earth filled the space between them.

“You shouldn’t come here like this,” Sarala whispered. “People—”

“Let them see.”

“No.” Her voice broke. “You don’t know what it’s like. To be watched. Judged. To be a woman alone. A widow.”

Mounika didn’t reply. Just reached out and touched the edge of Sarala’s wet pallu. Slid it down her shoulder slowly, reverently, like peeling fruit.

“I’m not afraid,” she said.

Sarala stepped back. But her back met the pillar.

And Mounika was in front of her now—so close Sarala could feel the heat of her breath in the cold rain air.

“You should be,” Sarala whispered, voice shaking. “You’re still a child.”

“No,” Mounika said. “I stopped being one the day I first saw you in that white saree… and wanted to be the one to undo it.”

Sarala gasped softly. Her knees trembled.

Mounika raised her hand, slow and careful, and touched Sarala’s cheek. Her thumb brushed the corner of her lip. The touch was not innocent. It was an asking. A test.

Sarala should’ve turned away. Pushed her off. Said something about shame, about dharma, about being women in a world that didn’t forgive softness between them.
Instead, she closed her eyes.

And Mounika leaned in.

The kiss was not sweet. It was wet and desperate and clumsy—rain still dripping from their hair, their clothes sticking, mouths opening too fast. Mounika’s fingers dug into Sarala’s waist, and Sarala, god help her, pulled her closer.

When they broke apart, Sarala was breathless, her voice cracked in guilt and awe.
“This can’t happen,” she whispered.

The rain hadn’t stopped.

It had turned the village into a wet hush, the kind that wrapped houses in secrets and drowned out footsteps. No one saw them—two silhouettes slipping inside Sarala’s house, soaked to the bone, hearts louder than the thunder.

Sarala shut the door behind them, her hands shaking. She didn’t light the lamp. Moonlight filtered through the slits of the wooden window, enough to see Mounika standing in the centre of her small room—dripping, breathing, waiting.

“You should go,” Sarala whispered, not even believing herself.

But Mounika stepped out of her wet slippers. “I’m not going.”

Sarala didn’t answer. She only stood there, like a woman on the edge of a flood she could no longer stop. Her saree clung to her skin, blouse damp and translucent, the curve of her breasts visible beneath the cotton.

Mounika walked to her—slow, barefoot, eyes steady. She touched Sarala’s arm first, fingers sliding over wet skin. Then her waist. Then lower, to the curve of her hip. She didn’t ask.

Sarala closed her eyes and let out a breath that sounded like surrender.

Mounika undid her saree—not roughly, but with care. Unwinding it like a prayer. The cotton peeled off in slow spirals, falling at Sarala’s feet. She wore nothing underneath but that soaked blouse, the knots tight with time and modesty.

Mounika’s hands went there next. Untied them one by one, baring Sarala’s chest to the cool air and her hot mouth.

“Mounika…” Sarala’s voice cracked. “Don’t do things you’ll regret.”

“I’ll only regret stopping,” Mounika said, and knelt.

She kissed Sarala’s stomach first—low, reverent, a wet mouth on trembling flesh. Her tongue traced circles, slow and cruel, until Sarala’s knees weakened. She kissed upward, over ribs, over nipple, over throat. Her hands firmed on Sarala’s thighs, pulling her close, pinning her gently to the mud wall.

Sarala moaned—quiet, desperate, like a sound that had been trapped inside her for years.
Mounika didn’t let her fall. She guided her to the mat, lowered her down onto the floor that still smelled faintly of firewood and turmeric. She spread her out like an offering. Hair splayed, legs parted, body caught between fear and wild desire.

Then Mounika took her time.

She did not rush, did not fumble. She moved with the calm boldness of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to claim it. She knelt over Sarala like a storm ready to break, but withheld the thunder.

First, she looked.
Sarala lay before her, half-naked, rain-drenched cotton peeled away, breath shallow, limbs trembling. Her chest rose and fell, her nipples already taut from cold and anticipation. Her skin glowed in the half-light, slick with heat and rain. Mounika drank in the sight, hungry, reverent.

She leaned down and kissed Sarala’s collarbone—soft, slow, lips lingering.

Then her jaw.

Then her throat.

Her tongue trailed over Sarala’s pulse, slow enough to feel it flutter. She kissed her way down to the valley between her breasts, nuzzled there, breathed warm and slow.

Sarala gasped.

“I haven’t been touched in years,” she whispered, voice shaking.

Mounika raised her head. “That ends tonight.”

She cupped Sarala’s breasts—both hands full, gentle at first. Then firmer. Her thumbs grazed the nipples, and Sarala arched—sharp, involuntary, a soft moan tearing from her lips.

“You’re sensitive here,” Mounika murmured, lips brushing against a nipple. “Good.”

Then she closed her mouth over it—wet, slow, her tongue circling, flicking, teasing until Sarala whimpered. Her fingers worked the other breast, firm and rhythmic, as if orchestrating a music only Sarala’s body could hear.

Sarala writhed beneath her, hands gripping the mat, head tossing side to side.

Mounika climbed up, their bodies now flush, warm skin to warm skin, breasts pressing, stomachs sliding. She cradled Sarala’s face and kissed her, slow at first, lips brushing, tasting.

Then deeper.

Their mouths opened.

Tongues met curious, hungry, wet. They kissed like they were starving for something only the other could offer. Lips locking, tongues tangling, mouths breathing into mouths. It wasn’t delicate, it was fire. Wet, open, honest. A claiming.

Mounika bit Sarala’s lower lip, just enough to make her moan.

“You taste like rain and sin,” she whispered.

She moved downward again, trailing her tongue over Sarala’s stomach, dipping into the hollow of her navel, biting the softness just above the pelvis. Her hands slid under Sarala’s waist, lifting her, parting her thighs with quiet command.

And then Mounika looked up.

Sarala’s eyes were wide, glazed with heat and fear and surrender. Her thighs quivered.
“You can stop me,” Mounika said, voice hushed but unyielding.

Sarala didn’t move. Her voice was a whisper. “I don’t want to.”

That was enough.

Mounika slid her fingers between Sarala’s thighs slowly, possessively. She found her pussy. Soaked. Aching. Her touch was gentle, then deliberate. She circled her with fingers soft as silk, but steady, as if learning her pulse.

Sarala gasped and clutched the mat.

Then Mounika leaned in.

She kissed her pussy delicately first, like a prayer.

Then opened her mouth and devoured.

Her tongue worked in slow, tormenting circles, pressing where it mattered, teasing where it burned. She licked and sucked and stayed there, not stopping even when Sarala cried out—her thighs shaking, her hips lifting off the mat, her hands in Mounika’s hair.

She focused on that sensitive spot, her clit, slow strokes, then faster, then stopping again just to hear Sarala plead: “Please… please don’t stop… it’s too much…” That night, Sarala wasn’t a widow. She was a woman. Fire. Hunger. Flood.

Mounika moaned against her, letting her feel the vibration.

She slipped a finger inside slowly, carefully—then another, her mouth never leaving her clit, her tongue relentless. Sarala shattered, soft cries turning to guttural sounds. Her body pulsed, bowed, and gave in completely.

She came like rain—sudden, unstoppable, everywhere.

Mounika didn’t stop until Sarala was limp, her body glistening, her eyes dazed.

Then she climbed up again, kissed her lips, letting her taste herself and lay beside her, curling her arm over Sarala’s bare waist.

They lay two women, tangled in sin and softness, naked in a house that had forgotten touch, wet from rain and sweat, drenched in something dangerously close to love.

Sarala turned, pressing her face into Mounika’s neck.

And whispered, half-broken: “What have you done to me…”

Mounika only kissed her forehead.

“Set you free.”

***

The night had thinned.

Rain no longer fell, but droplets still clung to the windows, to the silence. A rooster cried somewhere far off, too early. The world outside remained asleep.

Inside, they hadn’t spoken. Only breathed—entwined, bare, warm from the fire they’d lit inside each other.

Sarala lay awake.

Mounika slept, or pretended to, her face turned toward the mud wall, her bare back rising and falling slowly beneath the soft cotton of the thrown sheet. One leg curled over Sarala’s thigh like instinct. Possessive, even in sleep.

But Sarala couldn’t close her eyes.

She watched her. Watched the lines of her back, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. She had never looked at another woman like this—not with hunger, not with longing, not with the urge to worship.

Mounika stirred, stretching faintly, and then turned.

Her face, young and open in the moonlight, blinked once—twice. And then her hand found Sarala’s arm.

“You’re staring,” she murmured.

Sarala swallowed. “I’ve never seen someone like you. Never touched a woman. Never wanted to.”
Mounika smiled, sleep-warm. “Then touch me again.”

Sarala sat up, pulled the sheet from Mounika’s body gently. Her saree, hastily thrown back on after the first storm of their love, now lay loose over her curves. Wet in places, twisted in others.

Sarala hesitated.

Then, with shaking hands, he began to undo it.

Not like Mounika had undone her—this was slower. Careful. Almost sacred. She unwrapped the saree from around Mounika’s waist, unlooped it from her chest, revealing what was hidden, inch by inch.

And then she saw her.

Mounika’s body was young and taut. Breasts full, high, nipples dark and soft. Her stomach is smooth, untouched by age or child. Her thighs are firm, skin unmarked.

So different.

Sarala looked down at herself—breasts fuller, a soft belly, stretched along her hips. Her nipples were darker, her waist was not what it once was, but almost as slim as Mounika’s.

And yet—
Mounika looked up at her like she had never seen anything more beautiful.

Sarala leaned in.

She kissed Mounika’s chest—slowly. Not just her breasts, but the space between. Her tongue brushed the top curve, tasting salt and skin. Then she took one nipple in her mouth, carefully, unsure at first. Her lips parted, tongue circling, learning its shape.

Mounika gasped softly. Her fingers slid into Sarala’s hair.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

That emboldened her.

Sarala suckled her with more purpose now—pulling her into her mouth, tongue flattening, lips wet and greedy. Her hand moved to the other breast, cupping it, squeezing gently. She looked up, eyes dark.

“So full,” she murmured. “So soft. You’ve never been taken like this, have you?”

Mounika bit her lip. “No one’s ever cared… to slow down.”

Sarala kissed lower, down her navel, between her thighs, until she spread her gently—without demand, but with reverence.

And there—Mounika opened to her like a flower.

Wet. Glimmering. Waiting pussy.

Sarala took a breath.

And then, slowly, she bent down and kissed her pussy.

Mounika cried out—sharp and startled.

Sarala smiled against her pussy.

She licked slowly, testing, then deeper. Her tongue moved with purpose now—circling Mounika’s clit, pressing just enough, retreating, returning. Her hands gripped her thighs, spreading her further, holding her still. Her tongue was thorough. Unhurried.

She devoured her with the devotion of a woman with years of silence to offer.
Mounika arched, fingers clenching the mat, moaning openly now.

“God… Sarala… I’m…”

Sarala didn’t stop.

She changed rhythm, then pressure. She sucked gently. Her fingers found her as well—inside now, slow, firm, deeper with every push. Her tongue never left that sensitive bud.

And then—
Mounika broke.
She didn’t just climax—she shattered.

Her cry wasn’t quiet—it tore from her throat like a storm that had been waiting for years. Her hips rose uncontrollably, chasing Sarala’s tongue, desperate to stay filled, wet, taken. Her legs clamped around Sarala’s shoulders, not to push her away but to hold her in, as if afraid the pleasure would vanish if she let go.

“Sarala… oh god… don’t stop… don’t you dare…” she sobbed, her fingers buried in Sarala’s hair, tugging, anchoring herself to the only thing real—that mouth between her thighs.

And Sarala held her there, through it all, tongue firm and slow, fingers inside her still curling just right, drawing out wave after wave. Not hurried. Not shy. She had found the exact spot that made Mounika scream, her clit and inner vaginal spot. And she stayed there. Controlled. Devoted.
Mounika thrashed, trembling, crying into the dark.

Her entire body was wet, rain, sweat, arousal, every inch of her slick, glowing, sacred. Her thighs quivered. Her nipples were hard against the air, aching to be touched again. Her hair spread wildly across the mat, a halo of undone womanhood.

When the storm inside her finally stilled, she collapsed back into the mat, panting, her lips parted, chest heaving, tears at the corners of her eyes—not from sorrow, but from the sheer violence of being seen… and claimed.

Sarala rose slowly from between her thighs, her mouth wet, her lips glistening with Mounika’s taste.
She looked radiant. Fierce. Like an older goddess who had remembered her power.

Without a word, she leaned down and kissed Mounika—mouth open, tongue deep, letting her taste herself. It wasn’t gentle, it was wet, raunchy, and raw. Their tongues met again, tangled, slid—slow and hot and slick. Their mouths made small, hungry sounds, like they couldn’t get enough of each other, like they were trying to swallow the fire they’d lit.

“You taste like rain,” Sarala whispered against her lips. “Wet. Sweet. Raw.”

“And you,” Mounika gasped, pulling her closer, “are harder than I imagined.”

Sarala smiled—a slow, knowing smile. “Years of silence. Of need. I had to become fire to survive.”
She cupped Mounika’s breasts now—both hands full of soft, young flesh. The nipples were still firm, begging. Sarala brushed her thumbs over them slowly.

“So soft,” she murmured, “yet they beg to be bitten.”

Mounika arched, shameless, needy. “Then bite them.”

Sarala lowered her head and did—lips parted, tongue flicking, then teeth grazing just enough to make Mounika moan again. Her mouth was all over her—wet kisses on the underside, tongue trailing saliva that cooled in the air and made her shiver.

“I could suck these all night,” Sarala growled softly. “Taste you until you cry again.”

“I want to cry again,” Mounika gasped, her nails now raking lightly down Sarala’s back. “Do it. Make me.”

They rolled, tangled, skin on skin.

Hands slipped between thighs again—slippery and bold. The room filled with wet sounds, ragged breath, soft curses in Telugu.

The mat was soaked—rain, sweat, spit, wetness. Their bodies slid against each other, skin clinging to skin, breasts brushing in rhythm, bellies grinding, thighs parted wide. Fingers moved where tongues had been. Mouths sucked where breath had just passed.

The room pulsed with sound—not just moans, but words. Words they’d never dare speak in daylight.

“Chee…” Mounika gasped, her voice breaking as Sarala’s mouth latched back onto her breast. But it wasn’t fear. It was laughter in lust. That mocking, shameless joy that burns through shame.

Sarala chuckled, her lips wet on Mounika’s nipple. Then Mounika’s hand was between Sarala’s thighs again. Bold. Two fingers, slick, moving. Sarala threw her head back.

“We got in a trap, haven’t we?” she whispered through gritted teeth.

Mounika smirked. “Your madness is crashing onto me.”

They laughed into each other’s mouths—then kissed again, open, teeth clashing, tongues wet and tangled.

“I’ll claim the kingdom between your thighs”, Sarala gasped as she slid down again.

“Don’t stop! Grind like a stone into me,” Mounika whimpered, her nails digging into Sarala’s shoulders. Hard. Steady. Breaking her.

Their language turned to gasps, curses of pleasure,” you’ve made me insane… again… just like that…”

Sarala’s voice grew husky, dominant.

“Don’t lift your head. Lie down. I’ll do everything.”

She pinned Mounika’s wrists gently to the mat. Climbed over her again, her breasts dragging down Mounika’s body, her mouth wet on her neck.

“Now, I am going to devour you”, she growled into her ear.

And she did.

Slowly, purposefully, she licked her again, drew shapes on her, made her tremble, moan, beg. Her mouth worked with rhythm. Her fingers kept her hips steady.

Mounika writhed, cursing in low, panting: “My husband never did this like you do…”

And when Mounika came—again—her cries were full of thunder and tears:
“Sarala… you’re enough… I won’t be able to let you go…”

Sarala lifted her face—lips glistening with the taste of a woman’s fire—and smiled, voice trembling with power and release, “I’m yours now too.”

They whispered filth like it was poetry. Words like: “Push deeper…”

“I want to drown in your mouth…”

“I want to feel you all over me—like this rain.”

Mounika writhed under Sarala, her breasts jiggling with every thrust of fingers, her moans now uninhibited, deliciously filthy.

“You burn,” she gasped. “You’re fire wrapped in soft skin…”

“And you,” Sarala moaned into her neck, “are rain that never puts me out…”

Their bodies moved in rhythm—wet, sticky, raw.

They were women.

Full. Hungry. Givers and takers. One older, broken open. One younger, awakened. Their sweat mingled. Their moans echoed off the clay walls. Their thighs clashed, hips bucked, bellies slid against bellies. The fire between them had no shape now—just heat. Just hunger.

They came in waves—crying out, hips rising, body shaking in each other’s arms. Mounika sobbed her name, legs locking around Sarala’s shoulders, pulling her close, not letting her go.
Sarala held her through it all.

Only when she softened, breathless and undone, did Sarala finally rise, kiss her lips—wet, full, shared now with the taste of her surrender.

They held each other in silence.

And for the first time in years, Sarala smiled.

When it ended again, they lay in a heap—legs tangled, breasts against breasts, mouths open but too breathless to speak.

Mounika curled into Sarala’s arms like a girl folding into a woman. And Sarala, who had forgotten what it meant to be touched like this, held her like she’d never let go.

Outside, the moon dipped behind the clouds. Inside, two women burned quietly—one young and wrecked, one older and resurrected—both drunk on what it meant to finally take, to give, to be devoured and still rise.

“I never knew I could love a woman like this,” she whispered.

Mounika, still dazed, nuzzled into her neck.

“And I never knew anyone could love me like this.”

Hello Guys and sexy ladies,

Sorry for the delay, guys. I got really busy. Anyway, let us begin the next part –

Nisha wore her panties again and entered the washroom. Unfortunately, there were no cameras inside that washroom, and I was getting frustrated without being able to see them. I waited for a while, but could not wait for longer than 5 minutes.

I closed the webcam app and quickly reached the massage room upstairs. As I entered the room, they were both still inside the washroom. Suddenly, Sameer came out of the washroom.

He was taken aback seeing me there, but quickly collected himself and said to me- Thank god, Prashant. You came at the right time.

I asked him in a little worried tone- What’s going on, Sameer?

Sameer said- I don’t know, bro. She seems to be very upset about something.

I said- why? What happened?

Sameer- I don’t know, man. She was all fine. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly started crying. I tried to calm her down, but she kept crying.

I said- ok. Let me check

Sameer- yeah, bro. Go and talk to her. I will be out for a while. Give me a call when it’s ok to bring me back.

Sameer stepped out, and I stepped inside the washroom. It was a big washroom. Near the door, there were some wooden shelves on the wall, and there was a wooden bench. Nisha was sitting on it. Her face was down, and both her hands were on her head, as if she were regretting doing something very wrong. She was sobbing heavily.

I was shocked to see her that way.

I called her- “Nisha …”

Nisha looked up and burst into tears, seeing me standing there. She stood up, hugged me and started crying. I also hugged her and started caressing her hair and back.

As she was crying, I asked her, “What happened, jaan? Why are you crying?”.

She didn’t say anything. Just kept hugging me and crying.

I kept asking her and tried to calm her down. We stood there for 5 minutes like that. Though her crying was stopped, she was still sobbing.

I held both her arms in my hands and looked at her face. She was looking down, and her face was full of tears.

I asked her, jaan, please tell me what happened. Did Sameer hurt you, or did he do anything wrong?

Nisha shook her head negatively.

I took her both hands in mine and made her sit on the bench. I also sat near her and tried to calm her down. I asked her what had happened that made her upset. After around 10-15 minutes of persuasion, Nisha finally broke her silence.

She said- “jaanu …. ”

I asked- yes, jaan. Tell me, please.

Nisha said- Jaanu .. i .. i .. i have betrayed you !!

Saying that she covered her face with her hands and started crying again.

I again tried to calm her down and asked her- Why are you saying this, jaan … no please.

Nisha- Yes, I have. I got close to him while you were away. I cheated on you.

I said- no, jaan, plz don’t say that. So what if you got close to her? It’s not your fault that I was away.

Nisha- but still, I should not have been carried away. I should have controlled myself until your return.

I asked- but jaan, at least tell me what happened?

Nisha- Jaanu, when he gave me a massage, I kept getting more and more horny with time.

I said- it’s only natural, jaan. Why are you upset about it?

Nisha- Jaanu .. I did something naughty that I should not have.

I asked- what, jaan?

Nisha- He was going mad seeing my ass. So I…

I asked- what, jaan?

Nisha- I removed my panties and gifted my ass to him. He made love to my ass so badly that I had one of the strongest and pleasurable orgasms of my life …

I exclaimed- oh my god, jaan ..

Nisha- hmmmmm …

I said- that’s amazing, jaan, but why are you upset about it?

Nisha- because I did it in your absence. Moreover..

I asked- moreover, what, jaan?

Nisha- jaanu .. I got so carried away that I called him “jaanu” when he called me darling.

I said- jaan, it’s fine. You were horny, naa, that time.

Nisha- hmmmm .. I was… very very much.

I said- it’s perfectly fine, jaan. I have brought you here for this only, so that you get extreme pleasure. Why did you start crying?

Nisha- Well, I was enjoying it like hell until I entered the washroom behind him.

I said- why jaan? What happened inside there? Did he do anything bad?

Nisha- No jaanu. He was washing his face in the wash basin. I just got inside and stood behind him.

I said- and .. what happened then?

Nisha- My eyes fell on the mirror and I saw something that shook my soul.

I- what? What did you see, jaan?

Nisha- Jaanu … I saw that sindoor from my hair had almost vanished .. as it has been washed away

I saw towards her forehead, and indeed it looked like sindoor had faded away. One had to look closely to see any signs of it.

Nisha- Did you see jaanu? Hasn’t it disappeared altogether?

I replied- yes, jaan, it has. But maybe it got faded away while he gave you a massage due to massage oil or something.

Nisha- I am not sure, jaanu. But when I saw it vanishing from my hair, it shook me to the core. I felt like it was a divine sign for me that I had cheated on you.

I smiled and said- Come on, jaan. Don’t be silly. There is no divine sign, and there is no cheating.

Nisha wanted to say something, but I stopped her.

I said- jaan, please don’t stress yourself unnecessarily. It would have been cheating if I had felt cheated, which I am not. In fact, I am happy that you tried to have some fun in my absence.

Nisha smiled- you have become such a cuck jaanu. You don’t feel jealous of me at all.

I said- why not? I do feel but … but the thrill I got from seeing you, or knowing that you are experiencing the extreme pleasure of forbidden intimacy, that thrill overcomes all my possessiveness and jealousy.

Nisha smiled, and I again said to her- Listen, jaan. Why are we here? Because you were missing the pleasure of our first meeting with Sameer, and I wanted to see you having that pleasure again. That is why we are here. Whether you get it in my presence or absence is secondary.

Nisha- no jaanu no. I can’t do this in your absence anymore. You have to be near me all the time. We are going home if not.

I smiled- ok, jaan. I won’t go away from you.

Nisha- not even for a second.

I said- ok, jaan. Not even for a second.

She smiled, and we hugged and kissed.

I asked- Shall we go out?

Nisha- hmmmm …

I was about to go out when an idea clicked in my mind.

I asked Nisha-jaan.. you gave him a gift naa

Nisha turned red with shame- please don’t talk about that, jaanu.

I said- jaan, I am not talking about that. I am just asking if I could also get a gift from you?

Nisha- what do you want, jaanu? I am all yours.

I said- jaan. I want you to take a bath with Sameer under this shower, please.

Nisha blushed with shyness and said- Shall I tell you something, jaanu?

I said- yes, jaan. Say…

Nisha- I was feeling a dire need for a bath to get rid of all the oil on my body.

I said- shall I then call Sameer in?

Nisha- hmmmm .. but you will be here naa.

I said- of course, jaan. I will be sitting on this bench. Ok??

Nisha smiled- hmmmm. ok

I dialled Sameer’s number and asked him to come inside.

Sameer came inside the room and knocked on the washroom door. I asked him to come inside.

Sameer came in and asked me- Hope everything is fine.

I said- yeah .. don’t worry. Everything is fine.

He looked at Nisha and said- You scared hell out of me !!

Nisha just smiled, held his hand, and brought him under the shower.

Sameer was still wondering what she was up to. But Nisha was looking at him with a naughty smile. She turned on the shower, and water started to rain over both of them.

Sameer looked at me and saw me smiling. Now he understood that Nisha wanted to have a bath with him. He got relaxed and came closer to Nisha. Soon, both were fully wet with water. Although the water was mildly cold, a hidden fire soon got ignited between them. Sameer held her hand and pulled her towards him. Nisha was also excited now. She came into his arms as Sameer hugged her. They looked into each other’s eyes for a second and then locked their lips. Under that cold stream of water, their hot bodies were sizzling, steamy hot. Nisha was in her tiny undergarments, and more than 90% of her hot, sexy body was naked, while Sameer was wearing just his shorts with nothing on his upper body.

They were standing in each other’s arms in a tight hug, and their lips were still locked. In no time, their bodies got fully wet under the raining shower.

Suddenly, Sameer put his hand on Nisha’s panty, just over her choot.

Nisha screamed- Ahhhhh Sameer noooo. Please wait.

She removed Sameer’s hand from there. Sameer then put both his hands on her huge bare hips.

She removed his hands from there, too. Sameer looked at her with questioning eyes.

Nisha smiled and with her eyes, she pointed his attention towards her huge boobs.

She said- Sometimes you say I have got the most beautiful, sexy and huge pair of tits. And now see .. you are completely ignoring them. How bad of you.

Sameer- Oh, Nisha, what are you saying? How can I ignore these 2 big, beautiful, natural melons? It’s just that when I see the big curves of your huge hips, I go crazy.

Nisha, you already gave a lot of attention to them. Now it’s the turn of these 2.

Sameer smiled and had a good look at Nisha’s huge boobs.

He asked- Can I see those 2 cute nipples as well, please?

Nisha smiled and untied the strings of her bra.

As she removed her bra, Sameer exclaimed- ufffff. Your cute, dark black nipples look so lovely on your huge white boobs.

He was having an uninterrupted view of those huge melons and kept looking at them with hungry eyes for a while.

He exclaimed- You know what’s the most beautiful thing about your lovely boobs?

Nisha asked- what?

Sameer- Such a big cleavage made by these 2 huge melons. It’s out of this world.

Nisha smiled and stood still, letting him look at her boobs to his heart’s content.

Nisha finally took action and lifted both his hands into her own hands and put them on her boobs.

Sameer got thrilled and excited as hell. He started playing with her boobs, fondling them hard. Nisha was liking every bit of it. In a while, Sameer started squeezing them hard with both his hands, and Nisha exclaimed with pleasure and with a little pain- ohhhh Sameer aaram se (Sameer …easy please).

Sameer looked into her eyes and pushed her to the washroom wall, and then brought his face down. He put both his hands below her boobs and pushed and lifted them upwards. He then took one of the boobs into his mouth and started sucking hard on it.

Nisha moaned- Aaaahhhhh .. ufff ufff .. aaahhh

Sameer started to switch between her huge melons, taking each one in his mouth and sucking them hard alternatively, while continuing to squeeze both of them upwards with full force. Suddenly, he started to bite her nipples while sucking hard on them.

Nisha moaned loudly again- Aaahhhh .. Aaahhh ..ohhhh Sameer ..what are you doing …ufffff .. plzz dont bite ..plz go easy on them ..plzzzzz

Sameer eased his bite a bit and looked at her. Nisha too looked into his eyes with love, and pushed him towards herself, filling her boobs even more into his mouth. Suddenly, Sameer held her boobs hard and pressed both of them close to each other, making their nipples touch each other, and then took both nipples simultaneously in his mouth.

Nisha screamed with pleasure- Aaaahhhhhhh … ohhh Sameer .. you are the god of love .. Aaaahhhhhh … I am going mad with pleasure .. keep sucking them like this. Aaaaaaahhhhhhh …

Nisha closed her eyes and threw her head and face backwards in joy. While she was completely enjoying her boobs being loved so hard, she inserted her right hand inside her panties, put it on her wet choot, and started rubbing her clit hard. Sameer kept squeezing and sucking her boobs more and more wildly, and she was on the 7th sky of pleasure in no time.

As Sameer saw her playing with herself, he got excited as hell and started making love to her boobs even harder. Nisha was also rubbing her clit faster and harder now, and her moans were getting louder.

Nisha exclaimed- ohhhhh Sameer… go a little easy .. I am going mad with pleasure … Aaaaaaahhhhhhh ..Aaaaaaahhhhhhh !!

But Sameer didn’t slow down, and within a couple of minutes, she came very hard in Sameer’s arms.

I sat on the bench, rubbing my dick from outside my trousers, and watching that heavenly sight of Nisha having a strong and heavenly orgasm again within an hour. Her cheeks turned red, and she kept enjoying that orgasm with intense facial expressions, for like 5 minutes. She was silently moaning and breathing heavily, and her boobs were going up and down with every breath.

Finally, she looked at me and said- Ohhhhhhh jaanu main jhad gayi .. main phir se jhad gayi. Aaahhhhhhhh .. ( I came jaanu .. I came again).

Sameer and I both froze, still at our places, watching the heavenly sight of her face while she came hard. She kept hugging Sameer until she became a little normal again.

To be continued …

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Hi, I am Sanjay. Back with a new assumption story, which was assumed by my cousin. Adding some spices to her assumption to make it more romantic and erotic.

You all know about my cousin Hamshika-Hamshu, whom I trapped and took her virginity with manipulation when she caught me while fucking her mother.

She assumed romantic scenes in films were real. One day she came to my home for a regular visit, we ordered food and drinks and planned to watch a movie. “I dash you” a Kannada movie starring Super Star hero and Dimple Queen, was playing by that time. In that movie, one romantic song is there, in that song Hero has sexual things with the heroine and imagines fucking her.

By watching those scenes, Hamshu got aroused and started to kiss me. We removed our dress and got naked. I made Hamshu sit on my lap. Inserted my cock into her pussy and started to fuck her by pressing her soft melons while watching hero-heroine hot scenes. After our sex, we had food, and by that time, the movie was also completed.

Later, Hamshu asked me how they do sex in every movie like this, she asked me innocently. I understand she assumed they do real. So, I spice up the things to her assumption. To increase the spiciness, I narrate the story as if it happened in real life.

As we know, Super Star Umesh has a naughty character and shows an actress very bold in his movie if the scenes demand. And “Dimple Queen”, is a bold and dedicated actress who can do anything if the director demands. During the shoot of the “I dash you” movie. Hero told Chandu, who is the director and producer of the movie, to include a very hot scene, in which he can enjoy the Heroine.

Super Star Umesh told the Director that he will direct the songs how he wants, as he is senior, and everybody agrees. Umesh is explaining the scene to Dimple Queen.

Umesh: Dimple, you have a sexy figure of 36-32-38. These curves are not shown properly, I guess. So, I will expose your body to the audience with today’s scene.

Dimple: Ok, sir, you can show me or use me however you want, I will obey your words, she winked.

Umesh: Good Dimple, he kissed her lips by complimenting. Dimple shied. See, Dimpu, you already knew about the scene. I will tell you what to do. Our team will give you a shiny saree and a backless blouse. Wear that saree without a bra and panties (he whispered in her ears). I have to feel your body. She nodded but had a question mark on her face. Don’t worry, only the cameraman and director will be there for this shoot, as it’s an interior shoot.

(Dimple came with a saree as Umesh directed and he was in a blazer)

Umesh: First, you came running to me, so that your boobs will bounce, it gives boner to the audience, and flaunt your buttocks sexily. You move your body and expose your hips, boobs, and buttocks erotically so that the Audience should think of rubbing their cock. I will start to rub your body, you reacted to that and came and sat on my lap when I was in a chair. Then will cut to this, ok.

Dimple: Ready, sir. You will be astonished by the moves. Hero Umesh nodded, That’s why I selected you.

Dimple came running to Umesh, her boobs bouncing and showing her ample, beautiful boobs. She is showing her curves and bends to show her buttocks. Umesh came behind and touched her body and spanked her ass. She moaned and bit her lips sexily. Umesh was in a chair, Dimple was moving her body, turning and went to sit on Umesh’s lap. She felt his erect cock. She asked, Sir you didn’t wear underwear?, I will taste your body today, Umesh said.

Scene cut to that, Dimple spanked on Umesh’s erect Cock and winked. You’re naughty, Umesh said. Director Chandu and the Cameraman are getting jealous of this drama. Scene continues as like.

Dimple moved to the hall area and flaunted her sexy body with sexy moves. Umesh came behind, hugged her and pinched her hips with his left hand and pressed her right buttocks slowly. Umesh rubbed his erect cock on Dimple’s buttocks. Dimple gave a sexy expression as she felt.

Umesh made a Dimple with her pallu in her hand. She is moving her hips while holding lamps in both hands. Umesh is walking behind Dimple while hugging her. He is rubbing his erect cock against her buttocks. It wasn’t covered in the scene, Dimple was feeling his hard cock. Both move to the bedroom while dancing. Scene cuts.

Umesh removed Dimple’s saree. She was in a petticoat and blouse. He pushed Dimple onto the bed and pulled her, holding her petticoat near her navel. He runs his hands on her body from her thighs to her boobs and presses her soft boobs while pressing his erect cock over her petticoat.

He rolls her and starts to kiss her bare back and inserts his hand till her buttocks crack. He removed her blouse lace with his teeth and took her to the hall table. Scene Cuts.

He made her lie on the table so that her neck would hang in the air. Umesh came behind her and started to remove her ornament from her neck, making her boobs visible to the audience. He licked her cleavage and moved his face from her boobs to her navel. He kisses her navel while lifting her petticoat to her thighs. The audience will get erect with this scene. Scene cuts.

Chandu and the Cameraman are pressing their cocks. Umesh directed them to shoot the next scene from the hall itself with a zooming lens as it will be a bathroom scene. He and Dimple will come out once the scene cuts. They nodded with a sad face.

Dimple pulled Umesh towards the bathroom by holding his cock (it looks like she’s holding his pants in the camera) while swaying her buttocks. Umesh stops Dimple at the bathroom door and turns her back towards the camera. The cameraman zoomed in on her buttocks. Umesh kneeled and unzipped her petticoat side zip, and they entered. As two steps ahead Dimple’s petticoat fell down.

Chandu and the Cameraman were shocked by watching Dimple’s naked buttocks as they didn’t expect Dimple to be without her underclothes (In the movie it’s edited). Her broad buttocks made Chandu and the cameraman precum.

Dimple removed Umesh’s dress and made him stand in his shorts. Umesh took Dimple under the shower and hugged her tightly, removed her bra, made it fall and pressed her back. The Camera Zoomed in on her bare back. Scene cuts. Now Dimple stands naked in Umesh’s Hand.

Umesh closed the door. Chandu and the cameraman cursed their luck. Inside the bathroom, Dimple removed Umesh’s shorts and his cock sprang out. Dimple was excited by watching his 8-inch cock. She held his hot cock in her hand. Now both are in a nude state.

Umesh started to suck Rucchu’s huge boobs while pressing his hard cock over Dimple’s Pussy. He inserts his finger into her pussy and starts fingering. Dimple starts moaning, and by hearing her moans Chandu and the Cameraman couldn’t control themselves. They called Umesh.

Sir, it’s getting late, we have to complete this song today itself. These beggars won’t leave us peacefully, Umesh said. He spanked Dimple’s ass. We will finish this song shoot and will continue later. Dimple nodded. Umesh opened the shower door, We are coming, be ready with the camera rolling, he said. Chandu and the Cameraman got a glimpse of Umesh’s naked cock touching Dimple’s naked pussy area and his hands on her ass.

Dimple and Umesh came out of the bathroom with white satin cloth hugging their bodies. They went to the bedroom with dancing moves by exploring each other’s bodies under their clothes. Uppi made Racchu fall on the bed. He rolled over her body and hugged her. He pressed his cock on Racchu’s buttocks. She felt his hot cock through satin cloth. Scene cuts.

Umesh sat near Cot’s head holding a rose in his mouth. Dimple came near him, flaunting her moves, and sat on his lap. They both started to explore their bodies. The Camera zooms to Umesh’s hand while taking a condom packet from the nearby table. Scene cuts and Song ends there.

Umesh directed Chandu and the Cameraman to go out. Chandu signalled the cameraman to keep his camera rolling on the nearby table while going outside. The camera kept rolling to cover the entire bed.

Umesh removed the satin clothes and threw them away. Dimple, you have a sexy body. What is your body count? He asked. Sir, not more than 4 in the film industry, outside around 3, Dimple replied. That’s why you have a ripe body. I can’t control myself anymore, Dimple, by looking at your naked body. Who told you to control, sir? Fuck me as you wish, Dimple said. She took a condom and rolled it over 8-inch Umesh’s cock. Priya mam is so lucky sir, to enjoy your cock regularly, she added by holding his dick.

Umesh dragged Dimple and bit her erect nipples and sucked her boobs roughly. She lay on her back. Umesh inserted his huge cock inside Dimple’s pussy in one shot. Dimple gasps for air. He started to press both her boobs roughly and sucked alternately.

Umesh started to ram her pussy, Dimple’s boobs are shaking with his hard strokes. Dimple started to moan loudly. He kissed her lips while pressing her boobs. Cot is making sound due to rocking hardcore sex. Dimple is sweating from the hard pushes. She felt Uppi’s cock till her womb whenever he fucks deep.

Dimple released her juice, and she bit her lips. Did u get fucked in the ass? Umesh asked. Dimple, Sir, I didn’t, it pains a lot, it’s risky, she added. He turned her by saying, Don’t worry, pleasure will come behind pain.

He made her in doggy style. Dimple’s hot buttocks are tempting him. He spanked her ass a few times, she moaned, Sir fuck me hard, she pleaded. He splits her buttocks and licks her buttocks for a few seconds. She started to moan. He pushed his cock slowly inside her ass hole.

He pushed his entire cock inside her. Dimple moaned with pleasure and pain. Umesh started to fuck slowly, Racchu’s hot, huge boobs jiggling with the speed. Uppi spanked her ass while fucking. She started to moan loudly as he increased the speed. Umesh released his hot cum inside the condom after a few minutes, while Dimple also released her juice.

Dimple removed the condom from Uppi, and they took a rest for a while. Both went to the Shower. Umesh pushed Dimple to the shower wall and hugged her from behind. He started to rub her buttocks with cock while mauling her boobs from behind. He kisses her bare back, neck and her earlobes. What an exotic scene it was.

Umesh turned her and started to suck her boobs while pulling her nipples with his teeth. Dimple is enjoying his act with pain and pleasure. He told Dimple to give a blowjob. She kneeled and started to lick his cock. Dimple rolled her tongue over his dick and took Umesh’s cock inside her mouth and started sucking with a slurping sound. After a few moments, he released his cum in her mouth and on her boobs.

In return for favour, Umesh lifted Dimple and put her legs on his shoulder by taking wall support. He started to lick her pussy, he was licking her pussy side walls. Dimple held his curly hair in his left hand and turned the shower tap on with heavy moans.

Dimple’s body is shivering from his magical licking act. Umesh speeds his action deep inside her labia. Dimple couldn’t control herself, she released her juice in loads. He drinks her juices along with water. Umesh released her from his top, kissed her lips, and made her taste her own juice.

By that time, Umesh’s cock was erect again. He made her bend and rubbed his cock on her backside. He spanked her ass while inserting his bare cock in her pussy. Sir, you didn’t wear a condom, she said. Take a tablet tomorrow. This is the first time I’m taking a nude cock inside me, ” Dimple said. Umesh pushed his cock deeply, She felt his entire cock inside her.

He started to fuck her pussy while spanking her right ass. Her huge boobs are shaking vigorously with his fucking speed. He increased his speed and released his hot cum inside her pussy while pressing her hot boobs. After a while, both got a bath and came out naked.

Chandu and the Cameraman were waiting for them with a camera. They were stunned by watching the Hot and sexy body of Dimple. They touched their erect cock and said, We want to fuck Dimple. She looked at Umesh and smiled. She signalled them to come. Both got excited. They said that by showing the camera, if she didn’t agree to sex, they would release the sex clip of her with Umesh.

Umesh said, You dumbest fellow. I already deleted what you guys recorded. She agreed to sex with her consent, not because of your blackmail techniques. Go and enjoy her now, he added. Both are Shocked.

Anyhow they both got naked and went to her. They started to explore Racchu’s body. She holds the cameraman cock while he presses her boobs from behind. Chandu rubbed his cock on her pussy while kissing her juicy lips. Dimple was enjoying their act and started to moan.

Dimple told them to wear Condoms as they started to drip. Both threw the Dimple on the bed. The cameraman went behind her and rubbed his cock on her ass while Chandu inserted his cock into pussy slowly in one shot. Racchu started to enjoy a threesome for the first time. The sex saga continues.

Come to reality, I was explaining this fictional story to Hamshu while fucking her ass. She was listening seriously while enjoying the fuck. I was imagining the Dimple in my mind and fucked Hamshu’s ass hard. My balls are touching her ass and making sounds in the room.

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Geetha reached her floor and called her husband, as it was a missed call. He asks her about the day’s events and routinely explains what went on with him. Geetha, while listening to Ramu, is still awestruck by what she saw. Abbas, his chiselled nude body absolutely dry humping the girl without mercy.

Geetha was both aroused and disgusted by what she saw. Her conservative side was mad that a single guy could so easily bring girls and have awesome sex without anyone noticing, while her wild side focused on the awesome sex that she so obviously doesn’t have.

Amidst these inner thoughts, Ramu kept on blabbering about his day and finally let out something interesting.

“There’s a building association meeting day after tomorrow”
“Hmm”
“You need to attend, as I won’t be able to come”
“As if you would come”
“Oh, come on, darling, I need to work”
“Ha, always work!”
“You don’t worry. You remember the guy who came in recently?”
Geetha suddenly pays attention to her husband’s words.
“Great guy, he is! Abbas helped me out in fixing the car on Sunday”
“Oh… okay.”
“You know what, he was a little shy as the building is new to him. So I told you that we could help him out”
“Whattt? You mean I have to help Abbas?”
“Only for the association meeting, darling! He would be of great help in the future”
“Okay”

Geetha quickly wound up the conversation and had her dinner before reaching her bedroom. She started watching a movie on her laptop. She came across a hot song in the film (“Pada pada prema” from a Telugu film), and she remembered what had happened so far.

Her fingers slowly moved across the length and breadth of her body. She slowly started touching her breasts. “Uhh” was the slow moaning sound she made.

She now slowly slipped her fingers into her pussy. She started to watch adult videos recently out of boredom, but lately she has understood how to masturbate and be happy. She performed the same technique. Initially, she closed her eyes and imagined her husband, Ramu.

“Ramu, my darling… uhhh, ahhh”
“Ram, ahhhh, yess… that’s it”
“It’s so good, baby”

But slowly her thoughts took a more exciting turn as she started remembering Aravind’s body, and this intensified her body even more. She said her husband’s name but imagined Abbas instead.

“Ahhh, Ramu… ahhh, Ramu
Ramu, fuck me husband”… “Fuck your baby”

“Ramu..Ramu…Ram.. Abbas ahhhhhhhhhh”
“Abbas, fuck me hard”
That’s it, she finally imagined someone else instead of her husband. She started thinking that she had betrayed Ramu, but she was secretly aroused. She didn’t stop.

“Abbas, fuck… fuck… so deep”
“Fuck me, my new boyfriend”
“Ahhhhhhhh….. Abbbbasss”
She cummed finally and that was the best orgasm she had in quite a while…
After the self fuck session, Geetha sat up feeling guilty but slowly drifted into sleep.

Meanwhile, in the corners of the last floor, Abbas was giving it to Neha for the 4th consecutive time despite cumming inside her 3 times.
Neha: “Yesss, fuck meeee”
“Fuck me, Daddyyyyy”
“Ahhhhh…. make me pregnant”
“Make me pregnant, daddy. Make me pregnnnnnant, Dad….. ahhhhhhhhhhhh…..yy”

She cummed again, and just a few seconds later, it was Abbas’s turn to cum and fill up Neha again.

Neha: “Oh, that was wild”
Abbas: “What was that, ‘make me pregnant’?”
“Just like that!”
“You know you are getting married in a few weeks, right?”
“Yes, to a stupid virgin guy who doesn’t even know how to talk”
“So I know how to talk?”
Abbas looked straight into Neha’s eyes and laid his lips on her, and they immersed in passionate kissing for 2-3 minutes.
“Hopefully, we will continue after your marriage as well”
“Of course, that Virgin will forever be my cuck husband… hahaha!”
“I do love your dirty talk, but I also love a married pussy”
“Especially married women who have useless husbands”
“Hahaha”
“Aren’t you already planning for that aunty?”
“Of course, Geetha is her name, and within a week, she’ll be in my bed forgetting her husband and sons”

Next day morning, Geetha woke up a little late and once she did, the reality hit different. She felt she betrayed her husband’s trust. For the first time ever, she was thinking about someone other than Ramu. Was it purely because of Deepika’s talk or was there something else that might’ve affected her?

Just as she was thinking, her phone rang and it was her son, Abhi. After a bit of talk, she kept it aside. Geetha always wanted her sons to be as successful as her husband. She wanted to marry them to two loyal girls who will take care of home. She always believed in the ideal. The phone buzzed with a message.

It was Ramu who put a message that he was going to be busy for the day as there were a few appointments and meetings to attend. The message was followed by another reminding Geetha of the apartment meeting accompanied by lunch.

She remembered then that her husband asked her to help Aravind for whom she masturbated the previous night. However, she was determined to avoid any such things today and dismissed concerns from her mind. “Everything will be fine” she thought.

After the morning chorus, the bell rang and it was Sudha. Sudha was Geetha’s neighbour. She was also a housewife but much younger than Geetha. Her husband is a teacher and stays in a different town so she goes to see him atleast 3 days a week.

She just returned and came straight to Geetha. After the usual talk, Sudha changed the discussion to the meeting.

“Geethu, it must be really boring downstairs. The last meeting ended up giving everyone sleep”. They both laughed. However, Geetha knew inside of herself that this was going to be anything but boring, especially for her.

Geetha reached downstairs and was greeted by everyone. While she was busy mingling, she kept an eye on her surroundings to see Abbas. He was nowhere. Just then…

“Waiting for someone?” A voice came from behind her

She turned to see it was him. He was in a formal suit and his heavy built upperbody was visible.

“Yeah… no” Geetha said. Talking of her. She wore an orange coloured Saree and was like a typical south Indian housewife. Once she saw Abbas, she was awestruck. She felt she should’ve atleast put some makeup on

“Nice gathering” he said
“Yeah, it happens every three months”
“So we need to talk about problems?”
“Not really! We can just be here and speak to friends”
“I’m doing just that” (he smiled)
“So are we friends?” He said as Geetha didn’t say anything.
“I mean, we share the same apartment. So….” she said
“I think we can share much more than that…” (he gave a wink)

Geetha was taken aback by that remark but kept her calm. Abbas quickly turned it around with his, “I mean, the hobbies”.
“I don’t have many, actually”
“I think you would love the gym”
“Nah, I don’t think it’s for me”
“Comeon, gyms are not age limited”
“Still, I probably don’t think I will join”
“Atleast think about it”
“Sure!” She said.

Just then, Sudha came in and Geetha left the place. After the meeting, the lunch began and Abbas came up to Geetha who was standing alone.
“Hey, can I call you Geetha?”
“Ha… sure”
“I mean, I hope I’m not too informal”
“No, that’s fine”
“So Geetha, I want to ask you about my new gas connection. Can you help me out?”
“Sure…” before she completed, Abbas took out his phone seemingly asking for her number. She couldn’t say no so she gave him, rather reluctantly!

The lunch was over and Geetha was back in her flat. The afternoon was calm and the maid has come and gone. Sudha too came and left. Geetha now laid back on bed to check her phone. She saw a message saying “Hi, Abbas here”

She didn’t expect him to put a message that day itself.
“Yeah, hi”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing much! I was watching a movie”
He suggested a movie which was known for its explicit love making
“It’s actually very good”
“Ha, okay. I will check it out”
“Can I tell you something, Geetha?”
“Yes!”
“You looked so beautiful today”
That’s it! Geetha was absolutely stunned as she never gets praised by her husband.
“Like a moon on full moon day”
“Oh, thanks for the compliment”. She tried to keep it normal.

As they drifted further, he talked about his life and how he struggled through. Geetha felt a soft corner for him now. Just as she ended the conversation, she saw the WA status of his which showed him doing dead lifts while wearing a sleeveless.

She now started to feel what she felt yesterday. Aravind had this in my mind so he put a couple more videos as status which showed him at gym without a shirt.

Once Geetha saw that, she was now overwhelmed. “No, no…” she thought to herself but her fingers gradually drifted towards her boobs and then she pulled her nighty up and started doing what she did yesterday.

“Abbas… ahhh”
“Yes, baby… uhhhh”
“Fuck me….”
“Make me yourssssss…. Abbbaaassss”
“Yes, fucccckk”
She now did without any care in the world.

Just then, as per the plan he hatched, Abbas quickly got downstairs and slowly looked around to see if any door is open on Geetha’s floor. None were. He slowly knocked the door.

Geetha who was in her bed masturbating to another man right next to her wedding photo was startled by the knock. She was so close and so she was disappointed. She just came and opened the door. It was him. She thought she was dreaming but she wasn’t.

He came in and asked for the plumber’s number. It was a ruse. He wanted to see her expression. He knew she would be turned on by his body just as all the married women he fucked but he didn’t know she was masturbating to him.

Geetha was turned on heavily. She wanted to release it and thought of waiting it out. She closed the door and started looking for the plumber’s number. Just then her phone fell near Abbas’s leg. Both quickly went down to pick it and hit each other in the head.

Geetha looked up to apologize but she was mesmerised by the body she saw earlier and now again, he was in his sleeveless shirt. She couldn’t control it and her wild side came through and she at once took his head and started to kiss (“her new boyfriend, she thought in her head”)

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Hello dosto, aapne sabne meri last story padh ke jo jo emails mujhe bheje, mujhe bohat pasand aaye. Sabka reply maine kiya hain. Aage bhi aap logo ki fantasies and suggestions ke liye mujhe emails bhejte rahiye.

Ab main aata hu meri dusri kahani par. Ye baat last Sunday ki hain. Main apne gaon gaya tha apne papa ki car lekar. Mera gaon mere ghar se lagbhag 150 km dur hain. Mujhe gaon mein kuch samaan chhodna tha. Isliye gaadi full bhar gayi thi aur main akela hi nikal gaya.

Samaan chhodke jab main wapas aa raha tha, tab highway par mere gaon se lagbhag 15-16 km ek chowk tha jaha ek 23-24 saal ka ladka khada tha aur usne lift mangne ke liye haath uthaya. Kyuki main akela tha aur bore bhi ho jata raste mein, maine car side mein roki aur usko ishara kiya.

Wo daudta hua aaya aur bola, “Bhaiya, Rajpura tak jaoge?” Rajpura waha se lagbhag 55 km tha.

Maine bola, “Main uske aage ja raha hu. Aa jao.”

Wo bohat khush hua. Bola, “Thank you, bhaiya. Aaj buses ki strike ho gayi hain aur main yaha pe 2 ghante se khada hu.”

Maine kaha, “Koi baat nahi. Main akele hi ja raha tha toh lift de di.”

Wo smile karne laga. Maine usse uske baare mein pucha. Wo bataya ki wo apni sister ko hostel chhodne aaya tha yaha aur wo khud ek civil services ki coaching mein padhta hain. Usne mujhe pucha toh maine apne MBA college, gaon aur family ke baare mein bataya. Fir idhar udhar ki baate huyi.

Fir usne pucha, “Bhaiya, apki age kitni hain?”

Maine bataya, “Main 30 ka hu.”

Usne pucha, “Apki shadi nahi hui abhi tak?”

Main hasne laga aur bola, “Nahi yaar. Abhi tak nahi hui.”

Wo bola, “Kyu? Apne gaon mein toh sab jaldi karte hain.”

Maine kaha, “Mera reason alag hain.”

Wo bola, “Kya reason hain?”

Main hasne laga aur usey upar se niche tak dekha. Wo ek slim athletic body ka ladka tha. Uske halki halki dadhi thi aur sawla chehra but sweet face.

Usne fir pucha, “Kya reason hain jo apne abhi tak shadi nahi ki?”

Maine muskurakar kaha ki, “Mujhe ladkiya nahi, ladke pasand hain. Aur do ladko ki shadi toh apna gaon allow nahi karta.”

Wo kuch bola nahi. Maine kaha, “Kya hua?”

Wo bola, “Kuch nahi. Maine kabhi aisa suna nahi kisi ko bolte huye.”

Maine kaha, “Koi baat nahi. It’s normal.” Wo relax ho gaya.

Thodi der hum chupchaap chalte rahe. Fir wo bola, “Bhaiya, fir aap ladke ladke kaise karte ho?”

Maine kaha, “Tum porn nahi dekhte?”

Wo bola, “Nahi, bhaiya. Kabhi dekha nahi.”

Main usey batane laga ki, “Main dosto ka lund chusta hu. Unke body ko kiss karta hu. Boobs aur nipple chusta hu. Gaand chaat ke gaand mein ungli daalta hu. Gaand maarta hu. Aur yahi sab mere dost mere sath bhi karte hain. Aise ho jata hain.”

Wo surprise hua aur kayi sawal puchne laga. Maine uske sab sawal ke jawab usko diye. Usey laga ab wo thoda samajh gaya hain.

Fir maine usey pucha, “Tumhari gf hain?”

Wo bola, “Nahi, bhaiya. Koi nahi hain.”

Maine kaha, “Fir tum sex bhi nahi kiye ho kabhi?”

Wo sharmane laga aur bola, “Nahi, bhaiya.”

Maine kaha, “Koi baat nahi… mil jayegi.”

Wo bola, “Haan, bhaiya… main wahi intezar kar raha hu.”

Maine mazak karte huye kaha ki, “Ladki na mile toh ladke toh kam nahi hain.” Aur hasne laga.

Wo bhi hasne laga aur kaha, “Bhaiya, aaj se pehle toh kabhi mujhe ye sab pata bhi nahi tha. Abhi tak toh main ladki ka hi wait kar raha hu.”

Maine kaha, “Kabhi kisi ladke ko mauka dena. Shayad tumhara irada badal jaye.”

Wo bola, “Main toh aise kisi ko janta bhi nahi.”

Maine kaha, “Main hu na?”

Wo bola, “Aap mere sath karoge?”

Maine kaha, “Kyu nahi? Itne sexy dikhte ho… koi bhi pighal jaye.”

Wo sharma gaya aur maine dekha uska pant mein lund khada hone laga. Maine car chalte chalte ek haath uske pant pe rakha. Usne aankhe baandh kar li.

Main pant ke upar se uska lund sehlane laga. Uska lund ekdam tight ho gaya aur wo thoda uthkar usey adjust karne laga.

Maine uski pant ki chain khol di aur kaha, “Pant khol lo. Relax karo isko.”

Usney pant khol di aur maine uske underwear ko side karke uska lund bahar nikala. Uska lund lagbhag 6 inch lamba aur 1 inch mota tha. Gulabi rang ka lund aur baingni rang ka top.

Maine usko sehlana shuru kiya. Wo ‘si si’ karne laga. Maine apna haath pe jeebh laga ke thoda thuk lagaya aur gila haath se uske lund ko pakda. Main uski skin ko upar niche karne laga.

Wo ‘si si’ ki awaz kar raha tha. Aur uski body ek dam tight hone lagi thi.

Achanak uske lund ne jhatka diya aur uska maal nikalne laga. Ek badi pichkari nikal ke samne dashboard pe gayi aur chhote chhote jhatke se uska bohat sara maal seat pe aur side mein girne laga.

Wo ghabra gaya aur bola, “Sorry, bhaiya. Mujhe pata hi nahi chala. Ye achanak se ho gaya.”

Maine usey, “Kaha koi baat nahi. Maza aaya tumhe?”

Wo bola, “Haan bhaiya… bohat! Par apki gaadi gandi kar di.”

Maine ek kapda usey diya aur bola, “Issey saaf ho jayegi.”

Usne apna lund pant mein dala aur kapda lekar gaadi aur seat saaf kiya.

Thoda aage jakar road ke paas mein ek jagah thi jaha per gaadi khadi karne ki jagah mili. Maine waha pe gaadi rok di aur usey kaha, “Lund nikalo. Aur bhi maza deta hu.”

Wo jhat se pant khol kar taiyar ho gaya. Maine uske lund ki skin ko thoda upar niche kiya aur uske balls ko sehlane laga. Ek minute mein hi uska lund fir se khada ho gaya.

Abki baar maine thoda jhuk kar uske lund ko muh mein le liya. Wo gaand utha kar ‘hmmm hmmm’ ki awaz nikalne laga. Bola, “Ahhh… bhaiya, bohat accha lag raha hain.”

Maine lund muh se nikal kar kaha, “Abhi toh chusna shuru bhi nahi kiya meri jaan.”

Main uske gaal par ek kiss kar diya aur wo sharma gaya. Maine fir se uske lund ko muh mein liya aur chatne laga. Usne apna haath mere baalo pe rakh liya. Main maza lekar uska lund chusne laga. Uske lund se pasine ki smell aa rahi thi jo mujhe achi lagi. Aur main chuste chuste uske balls bhi daba raha tha.

Thodi der mein uski body tight hone lagi aur usne achanak se kaha, “Bhaiya… bhaiya…”

Main samajh gaya uska maal nikalne wala hain. Maine uske lund ko pura gale tak andar liya aur jor se chusa. Uska garam garam maal mere gale mein nikalne laga. Wo kayi jhatke lete lete maal nikaalne laga. Uski body kaanpne lagi aur uski aankein khushi ke maare baandh ho gayi. Maine uska sara maal pii liya aur chatkar lund saaf kiya.

Usne lund pant mein dala aur meri taraf dekh kar bola, “Bhaiya, mujhe nahi pata tha itna maza aata hain. Aur hum boys boys bhi aise kar sakte hain. Bahut maza aaya bhaiya.”

Maine kaha, “Mujhe bhi bohat maza aaya.” Wo muskurane laga.

Fir maine usey pucha, “Tum loge mera lund muh mein?” Wo thoda sharmane laga.

Maine kaha, “Agar comfortable nahi ho toh koi baat nahi.”

Wo bola, “Haa, bhaiya… thoda ghabrahat ho rahi hain. Main haath se karu jo apne kiya tha?”

Maine apna lower niche sarka kar lund bahar nikal diya aur kaha, “Jaise tumko pasand ho.”

Usne dhire se mera lund haath mein liya aur upar niche karne laga. Wo dhyan se mere lund ko dekh raha tha. Upar niche karte karte usne meri taraf dekha. Maine sar hila kar usko ishara kiya ki wo sahi kar raha hain. Wo khush ho gaya aur mera lund pyar se hilaane laga. Maine apni aankh baandh ki aur maza lene laga.

Uske soft haath mere lund ko pyar se sehla rahe the. Mujhe bhi bohat maza aa raha tha. Main ‘hmm hmm’ ki awaz karne laga jisse usey vishwas ho jaye ki wo sahi kar raha hain.

Thodi der mein mujhe mehsus hua ki wo thoda ruka. Aur jaise hi maine aankhe kholi toh dekha wo jhuk kar mere lund ko muh me le raha hain. Maine kuch nahi kaha aur chupchaap lund uske muh me de diya. Usne thoda chusa aur jeebh se chatne laga. Usey chusna nahi aa raha tha. Par mujhe uski jeebh ka touch bohat accha lag raha tha.

Fir achanak wo lund muh se nikalkar fir se haath se upar niche karne laga. Maine uski taraf dekha. Wo mere lund ko dekh raha tha. Usne fir meri taraf dekha. Uska face mere face ke paas hi tha. Main thoda aage hua toh usne aankhe baandh kar li. Maine apne hoth uske hoth pe rakh diye. Usne mere lund ko tight pakad liya aur apne hoth halke se khol diye. Main uske lips ko chusne laga aur deep kiss karne laga.

Main kiss karne mein expert hu. Ye kaafi logo ne mujhe bola hain.

Wo aankhe baandh karke mere kiss ko enjoy karne laga. Maine apni jeebh uske muh mein daali aur uski jeebh ko chusne laga. Uske haath mere lund par jor jor se chalne lage. Main uske hotho ko jor jor se chusne laga.

Thodi der mein mujhe mehsus hua ki mera maal nikalne wala hain. Maine uske haath aur apne lund ke upar kapda dala and kiss karna chalu rakha. Achanak mere lund ne ek jor ka jhatka liya aur mera maal kapde ke andar nikalne laga.

Main usey kiss karta raha aur wo apna haath hilate raha. Jab saara maal nikal gaya, maine uske hoth par ek lambi kiss ki aur uske gaal par ek kiss kiya.

Usne aankhe kholi aur sharmane laga. Wo bola, “Bhaiya, itna maza mujhe life mein kabhi nahi aaya.”

Main bhi muskurane laga aur kaha, “Mujhe bhi bohat maza aaya.”

Iske baad maine kaha, “Kaafi der ho gayi hain… ab chalte hain.”

Wo bola, “Theek hain bhaiya.”

Hum wapas road par aaye aur ghar ki taraf chal pade. Thodi der mein Rajpura pahuche.

Usne mujhe hug kiya aur maine uske gaal par ek kiss kiya. Usne mujhe apna number diya aur bola, “Kabhi aap idhar se jaoge toh call karna bhaiya.”

Maine kaha, “Jarur karunga.” Aur wo muskurate huye utar gaya.

Main wapas apne ghar ki taraf chal pada ye sochte huye ki, “Kisi ne sach hi kaha hain… kisi ki help karoge toh tumhari bhi help khud ho jayegi…” Maine sirf usko lift di aur sab kuch apne aap hota gaya and dono ki help ho gayi.

Dosto, aap sabko ye wali story kaisi lagi, mujhe email jarur karna. Aap sabke emails ka main jawab deta hu. Aur apke suggestions ko dhyan mein rakhta hu.

Mera naam hain Amrit Bagga aur mera email hain [email protected]

Love you dosto.

Hello All Sharing my real incident. For privacy purposes, I used fake names. The rest of everything is real.
I am Ritima from Chhattisgarh, living in Bangalore. I am 28 years old and will getting married in the next three months. I work in an IT company. My office is in RMZ Eco space, Bellandur, Bangalore.
I stay in a single bedroom with my roommate of the same age. Her name is Ritu and she is about to get married too. Ritu works in RMZ, and we have both been living in the same flat for the past 2.5 years. We both are HR, and we both had a breakup with our respective boyfriends.
My boyfriend was very kind until I offered my virginity to him. After that, I didn’t see any kindness from him. Always wants my boobs and cunt. I didn’t feel secure, and mostly, I was not happy with him in bed.
He left me unsatisfied, but he wants me to undress for the whole day without any action. I became frustrated and broke up with him. Ritu had a similar story with his boyfriend, and she broke up with him.
Later, we both decided to focus on health and Job. We both started to visit the gym and cut down on junk food. We started to read books and focus on our job. My body count is 34, 29 and 30 and my roommate body count is 34B,27 and 32.
Post-breakup, life is good and focus on mental health. Things got better for us as we both stayed away from sex for close to two years. But from the bottom of our hearts, we both need sex. We both wear a deep-cut dress and open the little cleavage.
We both love the men’s attention around us. But we both were afraid and talked with the men for friendship. We were both not strong enough to start over for a physical relationship. One day, while I was in the office, my boss told me that three employees were on emergency leave, and due to that, I have been asked to onboard the new joiners.
Obviously, it’s quite an important task, and that day we have only 7 employees. It takes about two hours of work. Out of 7, one employee is joining at a senior level, and the rest are all junior. Junior new joiners were reported on time, and I started the process. Later, the Senior person joined the room.
But I was impressed with his first sight. He dressed formally in a Green shirt and khaki pants. His perfume fragrance was good, and he looked strong. He deeply looked into my eyes and gave me a good handshake. I felt his strong arm, and that raised the heat to my pussy. I like his physique.
Not a bulky and skinny person, but something special that attracts me. His name is Madhan and his age is 37. We had a good conversation between us, and finally, I handed him over to the respective manager. At night, I had a conversation with Ritu, and I told her that my pants were wet after I shook hands with him.

Ritu teased me and said that it’s a filmy style incident. After a couple of days, Ritu and I were both having lunch at RMZ food court, and I spotted Madhan at the Food court. I introduced Ritu to Madhan, and Ritu had a handshake with him.
We had our lunch and departed for the office. Later that night, Ritu was asking more about Madhan. I answered her with my knowledge. This was continued for two nights. Later, Ritu told me that her panties were wet after the handshake with him, and she wants to meet him again.
Even I shared the same expression with Ritu. After a couple of weeks, I understand from him that he is from Hyderabad and staying at a PG alone. His family is in Hyderabad, and he travels to Hyderabad whenever it’s possible.

He is planning to bring his family next year to Bangalore, considering his kid’s education in Hyderabad. He is alone, and it’s good news for me and Ritu. It was a Friday night, and I told Ritu that I wanted to go for lunch or dinner with him. Ritu expressed that she wants to come with me for lunch or dinner.
She shared our laughs and teased each other. The next day, it was a rainy morning and I took the courage and messaged him for lunch or Dinner. He politely declined the offer, stating that he doesn’t want to have the food in the restaurant. His message hurts us, but later, after 45 minutes, he messaged me stating that he doesn’t like to eat at a restaurant and is looking to have home-cooked food.

He requested me where he can find a cooked meal near Bellandur. I was thinking about what to respond to him, but Ritu took my mobile and messaged him to visit our place for home-cooked food. We were waiting for his message, and after a few minutes, he shared a smiley message.
Then Ritu messaged him stating that he will pick you up in 15 minutes at your stay. Ritu asked me to pick him up as we have a scooter, and in the meantime, she told me that she will order vegetables and other provisions from Zepto.
We both were nervous, and the rain had stopped. We both wanted him and were ready to take a risk. We don’t know the exact reason to take a risk for a married person, but we both were running behind him.
I wore a night gown without innerwear and moved out of my flat without changing the dress. I picked him up and came to my flat after half an hour.

Ritu ordered vegetables and other things from Zepto. Ritu and I were looking at each other as we were not good at cooking, and Madhan noticed it. Madhan moved inside the kitchen and asked us to order rice and cooking oil.
He started to cook, like put potatoes in the cooker and start soaking the dal. Ritu ordered the other things and she wore a dress without an inner.
Ritu whispered in my ear to go and help him, but I was nervous and my heartbeat was high. Then Ritu moved the kitchen and helped him by chopping onions and tomatoes.
Ritu started the good conversation with him, and that makes me feel good. After some time, I joined the conservation and slowly I became comfortable with him.
Ritu ordered less breakfast, and Madhan and I had it. Ritu did not have snacks, and she wants to have lunch directly to control her hunger. She again whispered to me in my ear that she ordered pills and condoms from Zepto.
I was excited but nervous too. Ritu was showing a daring approach, like showing her cleavage and occasionally holding his wrist.

I became bold and started the same thing with him. Food was cooked, and Ritu had a weird smile at me and blinked her eyes.
He was in the kitchen, and Ritu hinted to me to go inside and kiss him. I was nervous but moved inside the kitchen with nervous legs. My cleavage was open, and I was standing beside him. I seductively asked him, Do you like to have something sweet.
He smiled and nodded his head. But I held his collar and put my feet on his feet. He didn’t waste any time and hugged me tightly. Our lips meet, and I close my eyes. He was kissing me and hugging me tightly.
His hug was tight, which was much needed for me. Soon, he pushed me towards the wall, and our tongues got twisted. It was a much-needed lip kiss, and I was supporting him.
I opened my eyes and removed his shirt. I stopped him and pushed him towards the wall. I bit his erect nipples and licked his chest nipples. I kissed his chest, but he became wild and removed my nightdress.
I was nude in the kitchen with erect nipples. He saw me nude, and that makes me shy. I was nervous, and I know he will make me happy in bed. I was smiling shyly and put my head down.
I surrendered myself and hugged him tightly. We both moved to the bedroom, and he removed his pants and underwear. His dick is thick and better than my boyfriend’s.
He pushed me onto the bed and kissed my neck. And then reached out my 34 boobs. He bit my erect nipples one after another and sucked them so perfectly that I had never had the experience before.
I was wet and moaning with ahhh, awww. Then he moved down and licked around my wet pussy. I was massaging his hair and moaning badly.
He bit my thighs and rubbed my upper lips of the cunt with his middle finger. My moans become bad, and I ask him to fuck. Fuck, fuck me, dear. Mujhe chudai karo.
But he pushed his middle finger inside my cunt and started to rub my G-spot. Aww! It was a good feeling while he was rubbing my G-spot. I was horny and asking him for a fuck.
The bedsheet was wet, and my legs were raised in the air. He rubbed it for some time, and he spread my legs wider and sucked my pussy lips harder.
I was not expecting a pussy suck, but it was a good experience. Then he started to lick my pussy, and I started to moan very badly. I was requesting him for sex, but he is too good at foreplay and makes me a cum on his face more than once.
After that, he pushed his dick inside my mouth. I started to give him a blowjob. He held my hair, and later he started to push my hair hard and pushed his dick to my throat. His mouth fucking is working at a good speed, and he didn’t give enough time to breathe.
He was pushing his dick deep inside my throat, and I could sense only a salty flavour. He cum inside my mouth and was ready for real action. He moved to a missionary position and rubbed his dick with my pussy.

Our wrist was tightly connected, and I closed my eyes tightly. I was breathing heavily, and he was pushing his dick inside my pussy.
I was moaning ahhh, hmmmm with louder noise, and he didn’t show any mercy and drilled his tool completely. He started thrusting it slowly by holding my wrist with his wrist.

My legs were stretched widely. Slowly, he increased the speed of thrusting, and he didn’t allow me to move an inch on the bed. I hear that thap thap noise when his lower abdomen hits my cunt powerfully. He was thrusting it powerfully, and his dick was going deeper every time.
It reached deeper, and it became harder for me to control the pain, but at the same time, I was getting much-needed pleasure, and I was moaning louder on the bed. His hip was moving fast, and I was getting pleasure.

The room was filled with my moans. Both were drenched with sweat. He is not stopping his thrusting, and my young boobs were smashing against his chest. My legs started to hurt as I was in the air for a longer time. Sweat was coming out from everywhere on our skin, and I was looking for a break.

I was moaning like Stop, please stop but he continued for close to 15 minutes, and finally he stopped it because of my position. It’s become difficult to breathe during the last minute, and I requested him to take a pause.

He moved away and had a shower. I was hearing Ritu and Madhan’s conversation in the living room. Madhan was having food, and I was lying on the bed. It’s become difficult to get out of bed.
My back is paining, and my young pussy was in pain as his dick was thick and longer. My legs were not supporting me to move my body, and finally, after half an hour, I moved out of bed and had a shower.

I wore the dress and joined the conversation with Madhan and Ritu. Ritu teased me and advised me to take a rest. I nodded my head. Madhan put his hand around my shoulder, and I understood he wanted more from me, but Ritu picked the condom packet and winked her eyes.

Madhan smiled, and Ritu removed her dress and stood nude in front of Madhan. Madhan looked at me, and I smiled at him. With that, he reached out to Ritu, and they both started kissing in front of me.
Later, they moved to the bedroom and I started to listen to her desi moans. I had my food, and occasionally I looked inside the bedroom. Ritu is stronger than I, and she is enjoying Madhan’s dick.
And Ritu was confident that he could satisfy the sexual needs, and it was worth taking the risk. Madhan fucked Ritu for close to 25 minutes, and during that time, I heard her louder and bad moans.
Once he fucked the Ritu, we three slept nude on the bed. Later in the evening, he fucked me and Ritu. Later that night, he fucked the Ritu virgin ass, and on the next day, he fucked my virgin ass.

We both keep him for the next three months and fulfil our sexual needs. Once our marriage was fixed, we stopped living a relationship with him.
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I returned to the room and sat on the chair. A couple of hours had passed, and it was almost evening. I was now done with dealing with my embarrassment. But still wondered how I’d deal with Adi once he returned.

Without knocking on the door, Adi entered naked with his dick swinging and stood in front of me. He was so bold that he did not even make any attempt to cover it with his hand. I tried to look away, but his cock was still in my peripheral view.

I then said with a stern, sarcastic tone, “Really mature of you to hand that thing in front of your mother.”

Adi: Seriously?

Me: What do you mean, seriously? What are you implying, Adi?

Adi: Come on, Ma, it was obvious, you were trying so hard to get those guys’ attention.

Me: What the hell are you talking about?

Adi: OMG! Are we seriously doing this dance?

Me: Adi, speak plainly.

Adi: First off, there is nothing to be ashamed of; you are a hot MILF, Ma.

Me: No, seriously, Adi, what the fuck are we talking about?

Adi: Ma, why do you think the spot where you settled down was empty? Duh! You placed yourself right under the security cam.

Me: How do you know? Even if there was a cam, how did you get access to the video?

Adi: Leave all that, Ma, like I said, nothing to be ashamed of, by the way, you do have nice tits

My head was spinning with the situation. My naked son was not only complimenting me but commenting on my sexual assets. (I don’t know when I started staring at his dick)

Me: Thanks! But I don’t need to hear all that from my son.

Adi: By the way, Ma, I like a clean-shaven cunt like yours

Me: Excuse me! What the fuck is a mother supposed to say at a time like this?

Adi: Hmm, up to you, I guess

Adi: So why did you shave it?

Before I could respond, something like “It’s cleaner, for appearance when I put on the swimsuit,” he blurted out, “Can I see it, Ma?”

The audacity of his question and the innocence in his facial expression made my blood rush.

Me: NO! For the love of God, get that fuck away from me and put on some clothes.

Adi: I’m taking a bath. Would you like to join me in the tub?

Me: Hell No.

A few minutes later, I thought, “What the hell, not like we have this kind of big bathtub at home, with safe distance, it should be fine.” Adi had an evil grin on his face when I realised that I had decided to join him, “Not in a million years, kiddo,” I said.

I asked him to turn the other side as I removed my robe, but he could see me naked from the reflection on the glass in the window.

Adi: Fuck, Ma, you look so beautiful up close.

Listening to his sweet comments, a warm flush coursed through my veins. I gave him a stern look and said, “Don’t get any stupid ideas, lad”

I stretched my legs and started to sip on the red wine. I occasionally caught him checking my tits. But after all that happened today, it did not bother me too much. I blamed the wine and closed my eyes, reliving the events and conversation from earlier today.

Me: So, how did you end up meeting that woman?

Adi: Oh, remember that muscular guy? He must have noticed us looking at them from our window, just after you left for the beach, he came by and asked for you.

Me: He was looking for me?

Adi: Yup! I told him you had gone to the beach. He ended up inviting me, apparently, our neighbouring resort is a nudist resort.

Me: Oh! (I knew it in my head)

Adi: Anyways, since you were not here, he invited me to his membership there.

Me: How did you end up with that woman? Who was she?

Adi: Oh, you mean Sharon?

Me: What do you mean, Sharon? Your smirk suggests there was more than one?

Adi: Yeah, but the one you saw me with was Sharon.

Me: Who is this, Sharon? She seemed a bit old for you, innit?

Adi: Naa Ma, she may be two or three years older than you, that’s it.

Me: Ahem! THAT’S OLD FOR YOU.

Adi: She is a local Ma, she teaches here. I’ve always had this fantasy of being with a teacher, so one item checked.

Me: God help this country if that’s the kind of teachers we have.

Adi: C’mon, Maa, don’t be such a moral freak, she is a good person, going through a mid-life crisis. She had recently gifted herself a boob job. She was looking for an adventure before it’s too late. I guess I was a part of her spiritual healing journey.

Me: Well, it’s Never Too Late, and a spiritual journey, my ass.

Adi then started to explain how he followed the guy who introduced him to Sharon. Sharon was in a similar situation to mine and was with her daughter, Pooja, on a break. He also told me how she teased Adi by asking if he had fucked me.

It reminded me of her smile when she made eye contact with me and held Adi’s cock on the beach. I thought Adi was using this detailed explanation as an opportunity to reveal his desires, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Adi continued to narrate the events that led to him fucking Sharon.

He said the people in the resort convinced him to remove his clothes. He was reluctant at first. She took him to a room where the security cameras could be seen, the owner of both the resorts was that muscular guy.

While they were in the room, he could see me with my theatrics, trying to grab the attention of those two men. He then pointed me out on the screen and told Sharon that I was his mum. She responded and said, “Your Mom is so hot, I bet you dream about fucking her”

My body started to lean forward to learn what Adi’s response was. But I don’t think he noticed that just then a thought flashed through my head. I wondered if Ankita and I could be this frank and talk about life and sex just like I’m doing it with Adi.

Me: What did you say?

Adi: I was mumbling something slowly, but Sharon took that as a “Yes” before I could rebut her, Ma. She then pointed at you and said, “Now that’s a woman craving a good fuck.”

And you know, Ma, she was fondling my dick while we were talking about all of this.

Adi: Ma, to be honest, watching you and listening to Sharon while she was fondling my dick was pure magic.

Adi’s narration implied that I had something to do with his erection, and he then continued.

Adi: You won’t believe what happened next. We were both nude and walked towards the beach. She asked me if I could differentiate between fake boobs and took my hand, placing it on her chest. She then said I could investigate them with my hands and mouth.

Me: Then?

Adi: Then what, one thing led to another, and we ended up where you saw us.

The curious devil in me was active, so I asked him, “Who were the other ones?”

Adi: Only one Ma, it was Divya aunty.

Me: Now, who is this “Divya aunty”

Adi reluctantly continued. After you left, Sharon got a call from reception and asked Divya, the naked pregnant lady who was standing there, to give me the tour of the resort. Divya aunty told me that she was the owner’s wife, and Sharon is an old friend.

Me: Oh.

Adi: Ma, she is such a lovely person, you must meet her, although she said she is in her seventh month, I couldn’t believe her. She has such a powerful presence and aura.

Me: How old is she?

Adi: I didn’t ask, if I were to take a punt, I’d say late twenties

Me: Then what happened?

Adi: She just laid it out straight and asked if I wanted to fuck her. I was a bit scared that I’d end up hurting the baby and all. But she did something that no one had ever done to me.

Me: Oh, go on, what did she do?

Adi: She took my full dick in her throat!

Me: Get out of here, with your size??

Adi: No kidding, she took it all in, I could feel my cock in her throat, she asked me to wrap my hands around her neck so I could feel it going in and out.

While I was listening to my son’s misadventures, I moved my leg a little bit and accidentally touched his cock, it felt so great and electrifying, but I did not show my feelings on my face and casually brushed it off with “oops sorry”.

Adi continued to narrate, and I started imagining what it would feel like to have his 8-inch dick deep in my throat.

Me: So, did you wrap your hands around her neck?

Adi: Yup, no way I could hold myself back, Ma.

Me: What happened after that?

Adi: Nothing, after I unloaded in her mouth, she said she had something to do and left. I didn’t meet Sharon after that and came straight to the room. Oh, haan, on the way, I met Pooja.

Me: Pooja?

Adi: Sharon’s daughter, Ma.

Me: Ah, right. Was she naked too? Don’t tell me that you fucked three women in a day.

Adi: I wish she weren’t naked, just a small chat. She was returning from a sightseeing trip and was fully clothed.

Me: How old is she?

Adi: My age, I guess

Me: So, were you too tired to pursue her, or are you interested only in older women?

Adi: Nothing like that, Ma. It was that time of the month for her, and she said the resort policy does not allow “clothing optional” during that time.

Me: So, what did you chat with her about?

Adi: She said tomorrow they are going to the caves, and I told her that I’d love to tag along

Me: So, tell me something, do fake boobs feel any different from real ones of the same size?

Honestly, it was just a spontaneous question; maybe I was a bit turned on by all this talk.

Adi: What? Ahem, how would I know, not like I’m comparing in that moment, Ma.

Adi’s eyes were now glued onto my chest. I could tell he was staring at my tits, so to help his view, I raised my chest out of the water a little bit. I knew too well this was wrong and a slippery slope.

Ignoring the morality, I slid forward and pulled Adi’s bent leg between my spreading thighs and placed his hands on my tits.

Me: They are just nipples, Adi, don’t worry.

Adi was shocked, and his jaw dropped. I still had his hand on my chest, and it felt like he was trying to pull it away. I couldn’t believe myself rationalising this situation and being clinical about it by saying, “They are just nipples.” Deep down, the mother in me was trying hard to stop all this.

But the horny demon inside me wanted Adi to fondle them, squeeze them, twist them and pinch them. Fuck! I was so horny that I wanted to have rough sex with my son. Adi’s hands started to react, and he slowly started to apply pressure tentatively and squeezed them.

The confused look on his face was no longer there; he was getting into the mood, and my nipples yearned to be pulled and pinched hard. I was now mashing his balls with my legs. In the heat of the moment, I whispered slowly “son of a bitch” (me being the bitch here)/

I no longer knew what I would do next as I reached towards his cock. Suddenly, the phone rang, the moment was broken, and I was pulled back to reality. I immediately jumped out of the tub, totally naked, exposing my body to Adi without a care in the world and rushed towards my cell phone.

This frantic reaction was driven by the thought of getting caught by my husband with our son. I sent a fearful shiver down my spine.

A hundred years! It was my husband calling.

The call had disconnected, so I sat on the bed to call Dan back. Adi, without any humility, came out of the tub and dried himself. He pulled a chair and sat in front of me with his legs spread. His wonderful cock was now in full display.

Just then, the call connected, and Dan picked up.

Dan: How’s the trip, honey? Trust you both have settled in?

I did not know how to answer. It dawned on me that Adi and I had just spent a day, and so many things unfolded today.

Me: Yes, yes, all good, it’s a beautiful place, can’t wait for you to join us.

Dan: So, have you both planned anything exciting? Don’t tell me you’ve couped up in the room instead of checking out nearby places.

Of course, I couldn’t tell him that I was seconds away from doing something really stupid that would haunt me for the rest of my life.  I just said, “Nothing really, it’s just day 1, maybe tomorrow”

Dan: Pass the phone to Champ.

Adi came and sat on my lap. I was terrified by the idea of talking to my husband while my son and I were naked, especially when he came and sat on me. With a smirk on his face, Adi continued to talk to his father and nodded his head. He must have known I was nervous and scared.

He knew I could not make any noise; cheeky bastard slid his hand behind and grabbed my left tit. Resisting at this stage was futile. He then stood up and, as he continued to talk to his father. He kneaded and squeezed my breasts with one hand, his dick was right in front of my face, and it was hard.

I fought the urge to grab it with every fibre of my being, but ended up returning the favour by wrapping my mouth around his dick. It was warm, and I wondered how this “Divya aunty” took it all in. I was in a frenzy.

The thought that I had my son’s dick in my mouth while he was on a phone call with my husband was too much. Adi was pushing his cock down my throat, and my throat was spreading as I pulled it in. I had to breathe; it was suffocating.

I pushed him a bit and allowed the air from my nostrils to reach my lungs, and then swallowed the whole thing deep into my throat. My lips were now touching Adi’s pubes. All my senses were focused on his huge dick in my mouth, and for a second, I forgot Adi was on a call with Dan.

“Of Course, Dad, I know Mom is beautiful and hot,” brought me back. I tried to push Adi away, but he had his hand wrapped around my hair and wouldn’t let me escape.

The father-son conversation continued, and Adi said, “Dad, I’ll take care of Mom, you don’t worry.” The tone in his voice was different. I looked up to see him rolling his eyes, and I knew what was coming next. He ejaculated a hot string almost directly into my stomach and released my head.

My mouth was now salty with thick creamy jizz. I’m not a cum in mouth kind of person, but this is an acquired taste that I don’t mind getting used to. He then handed the phone to me when my mouth was full and I couldn’t talk. I quickly swallowed everything and spoke.

It was a quick conversation. He said he couldn’t make it to the resort even on the last two days. Typical Dan, I said “ok” but wasn’t bothered too much this time, the first day of our vacation was almost over.

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I rested for the whole night and got up early in the morning. Today was the day I would host my floor segment. I reached Sandhya’s office before time. Sandhya was already there and welcomed me. She called someone on the intercom, and a beautiful girl came in and took instructions from her.

After a while, four young guys came inside the cabin, and a bed was detached from the wall. Sandhya asked me to get naked and recline on the bed. I removed my clothes and reclined on the bed. All the guys opened their bags, pulled out a few kits and climbed on the bed.

They surrounded me and started to groom my body. One was busy shaving my pubic hairs, another one was applying lotions on my body, another one was applying lotions on my face, and one was doing my waxing me with some lotions. When they were done, I was turned around, and my asshole was shaved too.

My backside was treated with lotions as well. The lotions and creams were of high quality, I could feel that myself. When they were done, they left me, and I had to recline for 20 minutes more before getting up. I felt my pussy and found that the area was shaved so nicely that it felt like hair had never grown in this region.

The skin complexion was much lighter now and wasn’t looking darker than the rest of the skin. Sandhya saw me feeling my pubic skin, she told me that if I wanted, the hairs could be removed permanently by laser therapy after a few days. I gave her my consent.

I asked if there was any uniform for me. Sandhya said that I was already in uniform. We reached the top floor by a secret lift which no one used. The hall was now well decorated, and lots of gadgets had been installed in it. The kits look like sadistic and bondage-related, nearly all of them. In the centre, there was a set that looked like indoor gym equipment.

It had a platform, just like a small bench and two chairs on each side. The bench had two round cuts in the upper section and lots of leather belts and a few chains in it. Just then, Aditi Awasthi walked in. She was wearing a “strapless cover-up tube semi-sheer” dress, which was 70% transparent. The dress could only cover 50% of her boobs, which were 28 inches.

The dress covered only her pussy and hardly her ass, and 80% of her thighs were visible. She looked awesome, and the cuteness on her face was killing me. Sandhya told me that all the instructions will be passed to Aditi, and she will be conveying me. The customer list, allowed postures, timing and other details will be sent to Aditi, and she will be assisting me all the time.

Even she would take on my few customers if required, like giving blowjobs and hand jobs if I’m taking time with other customers. I nodded my head, and then Sandhya left. I’m very much obsessed with Monika, but equally obsessed with Aditi too. Monika and the other two, Harshita & Shweta, are thicker than myself, but Aditi is slim, super slim, and I feel like covering her up, under me.

I was sitting on the chair naked, and Aditi was standing by my side. I pulled up her dress from below to see her pussy. The pussy area wasn’t dark at all, and the skin, as I touched was super smooth like silk. She smiled at me, and I asked whether she had gone through laser treatment. She said that she had some medical issue, which is why her hair never grew around her pussy.

It was some kind of deficiency, and due to this, her skin is super silky and lighter in colour. Her body development is less, underdeveloped and due to this deficiency, she looked a lot younger than her actual age. She told me that due to this, lots of customers were crazy about her. I wanted to confess that not only customers, even I was also crazy to have some lesbian time with her.

I decided to have a taste of her pussy, but as I was about to do anything, the room lights changed. Aditi asked me to leave the chair, and she’ll get the instructions for the laptop. I stood up, and she sat down and started to read on the laptop. She asked me to come along to the bench. We reached the bench, and she asked me to lie on my stomach on the bench.

As I reclined, she asked me to get my boobs through those cuts. I did as she asked, and now my boobs were hanging downwards from the bench. She asked me to keep my chin on the bench and face towards the chair opposite it. As I kept my chin on the bench, I looked like a Heron trying to gulp the fish down its neck.

My legs were down on the ground and were tied with the belt to the legs of the bench. My pussy and lips were on the edge of the bench, on both sides. Aditi started to tie me with the belts. One was tied on my head, then on my neck, then two on my spine, one on my waist and one over my ass. My wrists were tied cross on my back.

When I was fixed like a statue and unable to move a millimetre, Aditi came with two mouth props and fixed both of them in my jaws. Their props were a little different from normal, as they featured hydraulics and could be adjusted remotely. Now I was not able to close my mouth. I looked like a well-cooked pig on the table.

Aditi pressed a button, and the lift door opened. Four guys, looking like college students, came inside. They hardly looked 20-21 years old. The three sides of the wall had an 85-inch display. On one display, I am walking nude in different places, was playing.

On another display, I was getting fucked by Ebrahim in my pussy in different poses was being played. On the last display, I was getting fucked in my asshole was being played. In all the displays, only I was visible, not Ebrahim. All the guys viewed on each screen and came to me.

They all were naked, and I was tied. A button was pressed, and my bench rose from the ground to 5 feet. The guy’s got down on the bench, and two of them took my nipples in their mouth. They started to suck my nipples and squeeze my boobs lightly.

One of them came to the end of the bench, raised his palm and started to finger my pussy. I was impressed with the setup, the setup was very nice, and I was praising Sandhya and Salahuddin. After a few minutes, my nipples were replaced by another two guys.

The guys sucked my nipples and even bit my nipples a few times. They discussed something between them, and my bench was lowered. Two guys sat on the bench, and the bench was raised. The two guys standing got back below the bench and took my nipples in their mouths.

The guys came closer on their chairs, and I felt the dick of the guy penetrating my pussy. The guy in front of me adjusted forward and pushed his dick in my mouth. He signed to Aditi, and by remote, she adjusted the mouth props that my lips tightly covered his dick shaft. They used a belt to tie up their thighs on the chair.

As both were inside from both sides, they pressed a button, as the click sound was audible. The chair started to move forward and backwards. The dick moved inside smoothly and came out smoothly. Both of them started to moan immediately as the motion was super smooth.

I was feeling the pleasure myself, and a machine was letting two guys fuck my pussy and mouth, without moving their single muscle. That’s why this place is called HEAVEN, cause the world doesn’t have this type of technology for themselves. I understood that in this way, I could save my energy so that I could be fucked numerous times a day, without getting tired.

The chair was automatically gaining speed in a minute’s interval, and so the pleasure of the guys was increasing. The guy in front of me said, “We have paid a combined of 2 million Mauritius Rupees for fucking you up. And it’s worth it, your mouth and these setups are worth trying.”

The guy at my backside fucking my pussy said, “I also wanted to say that only. Now the ass, I want to try the asshole.” As he said that, his chair went back and stayed there. The bench from his side lowered a little, and my pussy went down a few inches, maybe.

My thighs were stretched a little, and my ass cheeks automatically spread by this. A robotic nozzle came down, got inside my asshole and released some lotions inside. As soon as my asshole was filled with that cold lotion and started to seep out, the nozzle went back and the chair came forward. His dick went straight in my asshole.

The chair started to move again, and without effort, the guy was fucking my asshole now. The guy in front was getting full pleasure, and the guy in back was changing holes in between. They both fucked me for a while and finally released their loads in my mouth and pussy.

As they were done, their chairs descended downwards and two nozzles came into my mouth and pussy. The loads were sucked off, and I was clean again. The other two guys sucking my nipples till now, sat on the chairs, and the chairs came back upwards.

The guy at my pussy got in my asshole first, and the guy in front went inside my mouth. The mouth props adjusted automatically, and the motion started. I was high but hadn’t reached my orgasm yet. As the guys reached their orgasm weren’t interested in playing with my boobs anymore, the whole setup descended downwards automatically and stopped a few inches above the ground.

The guy in my asshole kept on changing asshole to pussy and pussy to asshole several times. His dick had made me high also, and the mechanical fucking as well. All three of us reached our orgasms at the same time. They got down, and I turned my eyes towards Aditi.

Aditi was sitting in the centre with the first two guys on either side. She was shaking their dick with her tiny palms, and I could see they were hard again. As they were rock hard, they came back to the setup and exchanged places. The guy in my mouth last time got the backside and vice versa.

The setup remained there only, and the mechanical fucking started again. The guy got inside my pussy and another one in my mouth. They fucked me for a long time, as this was their second round. The guys kept on switching holes in a few minutes, and I was getting high again. They took almost twice the double time and released their loads inside.

As they got down from the chairs, the nozzle was back for cleaning. I looked at Aditi, and she was topless now and giving a hand job to the other two guys. They were playing with her 28-inch boobs in between and even kissed her, turning her face to their sides.

As they were ready for the action, they came back and exchanged places like the last two guys did. The guy who fucked both my pussy and asshole was now enjoying the pleasure of fucking my mouth, and the guy who fucked my mouth was getting pleasure in my asshole and pussy.

I was getting aroused with their action and I wanted to moan myself, but my mouth was seriously packed. The guy changes from my pussy to asshole and asshole to pussy, several times before releasing his load in my asshole, after a long time. He was followed by his friend, in my mouth.

They got off the chairs, and after a while, they all started to get dressed up. They left few cash to Aditi, and Aditi came and untied me after they left. She told me that they had left 0.2 million Mauritius Rupees as a tip for both of us, with a ratio of 8:2, 8 for me and 2 for Aditi. She told me that we can keep this tip and we don’t have to tell Sandhya about it, as it was a rule in MAURITIUS HEAVEN.

I asked her to keep it with her and give me when I will be leaving. She nodded and showed me the bathroom to freshen up before the second setup. She told me that another round of gang bang would be happening today, and then it will be the day off for me.

As it was already 50% of the day passed, we called for a lunch break. We had our lunch together, Aditi in her dress, and I fully naked.

After lunch, I got a 1-hour break to recline on a recliner and rest. I got up and moved with Aditi when she asked me to. She brought me to a setup where two chains were hanging from the ceiling and two chains were attached to the ground. She asked me to raise my arms, and she stood on the chair to tie my wrists with the chains.

As she was busy tying me up, I asked her, “Do all girls joining the salon get fucked by Ebrahim and Salahuddin?” She said, “Not Ebrahim, he is very choosy in fucking girls and rarely fucks anyone except Sandhya and Monika. Salahuddin fucks all, that’s a policy that to start working for the salon, everyone has to get fucked by Salahuddin.”

I asked her again, “Have you also been fucked by Salahuddin?” She told me that she hadn’t but fucked by Ebrahim several times. As per Sandhya, she won’t be able to handle Salahuddin with that body structure. Till now, she had tied my wrists and ankles with the chain. I asked her why we were not using the bench.

She said, “Cause a different budget, gets different treatment. That bench is not for everyone.” I nodded, and the lift opened. This time, four new guys in their late twenties entered the hall, all naked. They reached me, kissed me a few times on my lips and then divided my body among themselves.

Two guys stood in front on a little side and got my nipples in their mouths. They were holding my boobs as well and were squeezing them while sucking and biting my nipples. One guy sat on his knees and kissed my pussy. He started to lick my pussy from above, and after separating my pussy lips as well.

The last guy sat on his knees on my back. He spread my ass cheeks and licked my asshole. His warm tongue felt so nice on my asshole and a little kinky also. As they started to explore my body, I started to moan in seconds.

They started to switch their positions in between, and I started to stretch my body and moan heavily. They both fucked my pussy and asshole with their tongue, and within 10 minutes I reached my orgasm. But they were in no mood to leave me. The guys on my nipples took their place and started to fuck both holes with their tongues.

They fucked both my holes with their tongues for 15 minutes and finally reached my orgasm for the second time. I felt so exhausted, and I hung from the chains. They left me and I thought they were giving time for me time to relax, but I was so wrong.

Immediately, two guys came forward, one got inside my pussy, and the second got inside my asshole. I was already intoxicated in pleasure, my body hanging from chains. They pulled me by my thighs, a little upwards and started to fuck both holes at the same time.

The guys in front were lifting my thighs a little, and the rest support was getting from the chains. The guy in the back was holding my waist. They both were fucking in different rhythms, and I wasn’t concerned at all. They fucked me for a good time and exploded in both holes at a time.

As they were done, Aditi came forward to clean my holes. She cleaned and stepped aside. My holes were replaced by another two guys, so they started to fuck me together. I had gained a little control now and was standing by myself. They still were holding my waist and thighs to keep their balance while fucking me.

They fucked me for a while, and then after releasing their loads, stepped away. I was again replaced by two other guys after getting cleaned by Aditi. I think they exchanged holes. They started to fuck me with the same temperament, and I was getting aroused by now.

They pressed my ass and boobs this time while fucking me, and even kissed me on my lips and shoulders. I was expecting them to take time, and I was getting pleasure as well. I was moving my waist myself and was moaning now.

Before I could reach my orgasm, they released their loads in both holes and stepped aside. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t reach my orgasm, but as the last duo replaced my holes, I was sure now that my orgasm would come soon. Not to mention that Aditi cleaned me before they got inside.

They both started to fuck me like the previous time, and I reached my orgasm in the middle of fucking. They realised that I had reached my orgasm and sped up. I was sucking my pussy as well as my asshole now, and this had increased their pleasure two times than normal.

Within minutes, they exploded in my holes and detached themselves. They cleaned themselves and left immediately. Aditi released me from the chains, and I went to the bathroom to properly clean myself. When I came back, Sandhya was standing there with my clothes.

She told me that I could go to my flat and rest for the day. I looked at Aditi and asked her whether I could take Aditi with me to my flat. Sandhya smiled cum laughed and told me that I could take her with me. We both walked to my flat, and Aditi asked me what the matter was with bringing her along.

I smiled at said that I just wanted to have her company, that’s it. When we reached my flat, I removed my clothes and went into the bathroom. From the bathroom, I asked her whether she minded joining me for the bath. She shrugged her shoulders and removed her clothes, the only dress she was wearing and came towards the bathroom.

As soon as she got inside the bathroom. I pulled her by her biceps and settled her on her back on the wall. I pulled both her wrists upwards and held them above her head with my one palm. I kept my one palm on her tiny ass. Before she could understand what was happening, I kissed her full mouth. She was hell shocked and couldn’t respond for a few minutes.

Meanwhile, I felt her pussy, ass, asshole and thighs with my one palm. I even pressed her boobs with one palm and pinched her nipples a few times. She responded in a little time, but I was now biting her lips as well. She was in pain, but let me bite her lips.

I left her wrist, and her palms landed on my shoulders. I kept my body on hers and crushed her between me and the wall. When I was done kissing, I moved downwards and sucked her tiny button-sized nipples for around 10-15 minutes and bit on them a few times as well.

I tried to gulp her whole boobs into my mouth. Then I moved lower and played with her navel with my tongue. Finally, I reached her pussy and licked the pubic region first. Indeed, hair never grew here. I licked all around and then licked her pussy. I licked her pussy and then turned around to lick her tiny asshole as well.

I kept alternating between licking her pussy as well as her asshole, and it was too much for her. She reached her orgasm while I was super high already. I asked her to sit on the tub side, and I spread her legs to lick her sweet pussy once again. She was feeling a little exhausted, but still did as I asked. I started to lick her pussy once again and started to finger myself.

I licked her pussy, and dipped my tongue a few times in her pussy. I was already very attracted towards her and was exploring her to the core. I fingered vigorously, and within 10 minutes, we both reached orgasm at the same time. Aditi told me she wanted to pee, and I asked her to pee. I will be looking.

She blushed a little but peed. Then we bathed together and came back to the bedroom. We called for dinner, and after dinner, grabbed each other in our arms and went to sleep, still all naked. It was near midnight when my eyes opened, and I saw Aditi on all fours.

Vineet was holding her hair from behind and was fucking her asshole with immense pleasure. I was shocked by Vineet’s initiative and told him that she’s salon’s property and he needed Sandhya’s permission to do that. Aditi whispered that Vineet has already taken permission.

As per Aditi, when Vineet returned, he saw her all naked. He woke her up and asked whether he could fuck her. Aditi told him that he needed Sandhya’s permission. He called Sandhya immediately and expressed his intentions. Sandhya asked him to hand over the phone to Aditi.

Sandhya told Aditi to let him fuck, and she would disarm her wristwatch for the night. After it was disarmed, Vineet made her recline on the bed next to me. He kissed her a few times before kissing her all body and licking her pussy as well.

Then he sucked her nipples and squeezed her boobs for a few minutes. He reached her slim thighs and kissed and bit on them for a while, and turned her around. He kissed her ass cheeks and bit on them a few times as well. When he was high, he spread her legs and pushed his dick inside.

For the tight and small pussy of Aditi, Vineet too had a thick dick. But as she was experienced in fucking already. Vineet’s dick went inside in a while, and he started to fuck her slowly. He had reclined on her and was kissing her thin lips all the time. He fucked her for 15 minutes and exploded deep inside her pussy.

Aditi had gone to the bathroom to get cleaned and took a little time as she wanted to shit too. After the toilet, she returned and, seeing her walk naked to bed, Vineet was aroused again. He wanted to try fucking her asshole. He played with her body for a little while and started to fuck her asshole.

In the middle, I got up and while I was talking with Aditi, Vineet was busy fucking her. He exploded inside her asshole. After cleaning, we hugged her between and slept.

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