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Guys, you need to read this story, ‘Stranger at the Wedding Reception,’to understand Namrata’s plans for her sister’s wedding.

Hi, Madhan here- a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments. Looking to connect with pleasure-seeking people. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.

I check my watch, which ticked past 08 pm as I step into the evening reception of an unknown couple. I had to show the QR code of the invitation to enter the function hall. The hall was majestic like a palace on the outskirts of Mysore city.

I walked past rows of chairs with a packed crowd with my eyes scouring for the heroine of this story, Namrata. The moment I eyed her, my eyelashes revolted to flutter, not to miss her beauty. My mouth drooled open, watching the cute girl Namrata.

This was the first time I saw her for real on the stage. She stood at the side of the lavishly decorated seat of the wedding couple. Her elder sister was the bride.
Namrata looked much prettier than the dumb pictures she shared earlier.

I hadn’t replied to her last text, which read, “Where are you? What time will you reach? Be clear. You coming or not?”

I decided to delay announcing my arrival. I wanted to capture the elegant features of her beauty. I occupied the corner seat in the second row. My damned eyes never left the sight of charming Namrata. I had the “Wow” moment seeing her. I wondered what kind of person she was.

Namrata’s warm, cajoled eyes glanced at her phone quite often and searched for someone in the crowd. Evidently, she was expecting my message, and her eyes were looking for me. I got chills seeing her in the crimson-coloured saree, which was craftily worn.

She looked like a doll in the saree. I chose to tease her a bit. I typed, “Namrata, You look stunning in that saree. But I bet you would look much better without it.” (Wink emoji) Reading the message, the 5.2-tall Namrata smiled for the first time since my arrival.

Her smile was very innocent, the best part was her well-lined-up white teeth as her juicy lips widened with a small dimple across her skinny cheek. I typed, “Oye, cutie. Don’t stop smiling. People are going to faint.” She does the exact opposite, making a poker face.

Her eyes scanned the crowded function hall while she typed, “Madhan, Stop playing with me. Where are you?” My eyes were gaping at her feather-soft skin which was shining buttery. The patterns of mehendi added colours to her hand up to her elbow, with gold and glass bangles covering her arms.

I continued to evade her, “Hoop ring on your peacocky-shaped nose. Damn pretty,” I smiled, watching her nose flare taking deep breaths while reading my text. She replied, “Oye, where are you?.” Multiple gold jewels decorated her neck, ears, and hips.

She half covered her milky navel with her saree. I could make out medium 34-sized small boobs. I replied, “Why hide half of your sexy navel? Reveal them for the dying crowd (With a mouth-watering emoji).” Her face was covered with a layer of makeup.

I hated that because she was prettier without that layer. She blushed reading this text and immediately lowered her saree, revealing her sleek, milky navel. “Happy, now. But I can’t see you,” she replied. “What’s the use of revealing my full navel? What will you do? Will you be pinching my navel?” she teased me.

I replied, “I would love to lay my hands over your navel. Don’t tease. I am already watching you wildly. Butterfly.” She bites her juicy red lips, which have a slight touch of lipstick perfect to be sucked. She walks to the bride and hisses something in her ear.

I was so focused on Namrata that I completely missed the bride. My eyes jammed after seeing the bride. The bride was much hotter than Namrata. The bride was so hot that I got confused about whom to see – Hot Bride or Pretty Namrata. I recollect from the bulletin board that Vaidehi the bride’s name.

“Did I see that incorrectly?” After hearing Namrata’s words, the bride’s eyes start scanning the hall. For an instant, the bride’s hot gaze locks with mine. She replies something back to Namrata. I see a smile on the bride’s face, a feeling that I caught you.

I shook my head, repeating, ‘Stop imagining things,’ in my mind. At that exact moment, a small group (girls and boys), all dressed in the same colour, occupy the stage. ‘Shiva anta hoguttide road-inali.’ (a Kannada song) was playing in the background.

Apart from the dancers, a small bunch of crowd gathered on the stage, seemingly all cousins. They started cheering loudly for the dance. I watched Vaidehi’s pink, juicy lips widen with a wow moment, watching the dance unfold in front of her.

Vaidehi was completely immersed in living through the dance. I could not find Namrata among the group of cousins on stage. My eyes forgot all about pretty Namrata when her hotter elder sister moved from her seat, taking small steps with her anklets, making a ‘gal gal’ sound.

Initially, they played the Tamil song ‘My Rowdy Baby.’ The bride moved her hot body, displaying her curves with her huge 36-sized boobs shaking and calling me to be squeezed.

After that song, mostly boys among the cousins came forward and surrounded the bride. ‘Seereli hudugira nodale baradhu’ (a popular Kannada song) was played. Occupying the centre stage, the bride started to move her sexy body, showing off her sizzling structure.

There was a brief moment when Vaidehi lifted her hands high, revealing her low hips through the cream-coloured saree. The bride’s enchanting eyes briefly locked with mine. Did I imagine that? But Vaidehi’s glance felt like it lasted longer. Vaidehi bit her lips and nodded her head, seemingly inviting me.

“No way,” I shook my head vigorously to dispel the thought of being intimate with the hot bride. After the bride signalled me to come, my eyes began undressing her as she continued to move her body. I undressed and found huge 36-sized firm round boobs completely hidden in her sleeveless blouse.

I saw the bride’s shaking ass cheeks with my hands itching to grab and squeeze. My mouth was itching to bend her to a doggy and dig my face between her sexy ass cheeks. The bride’s skin tone was somewhat on the duskier side. The bride had a round face with fleshy bun-like cheeks.

Her small circular lips, with her lower lips slightly thicker than the upper lip. Completely forgetting my plans of fucking the sister Namrata who had invited me. I sat fantasizing about drilling the bride, who looked much hotter. I was imagining kissing the juicy lips of Vaidehi, drinking away all the wetness.

My god! Is it my imagination? This is the second time the bride had a brief eye contact with her provocative eyes and a dance move shaking her thighs like fucking. Fuck, my cock was erect in its tent. I adjusted, pushing the hard cock downward.

That’s when Namrata’s voice brought me back out of the fantasy world, “Chutiya, You came to fulfil my fantasy by fucking my brains out, and you are ogling at my sister.” From the moment I saw the hot bomb, Vaidehi, I had lost track of Namrata. I turn my gaze to find Namrata seated next to me.

She eyed her sister, who just finished dancing, “Is she hotter than me?” (With an angry face). I could see jealousy welled up in her eyes. I teased with a wink and smile, “Will I ever get a chance with both of you?” Her face lightened up, “What? You are a spoilt brat. You want my sister too.”

“Why don’t you go and ask yourself her husband.” That’s when I noticed the groom who sat silent all along. The groom looked very smart. “No chance your brother-in-law looks smarter than me.” Namrata gets a call and rushes to the stage. I notice a boy in a suit talking to Namrata.

The way they spoke with each other, I could tell that the boy was either Namrata’s boyfriend or cousin. I brushed away the thought of Namrata inviting me in the presence of her boyfriend or her speaking so freely in front of her family. She watches me while conversing with the boy in the suit.

My lusty eyes couldn’t resist seeing the hot Vaidehi, who was busy with families walking for photographs. I had a strange feeling that Vaidehi knew me. I again missed Namrata. The time was 9:00. I texted Namrata, “When am I going to have my hands massage and squeeze your slim hips?”

She doesn’t respond for a while. I text again, “When my hands will touch, feel, and play with your sweet soft pussy?” I walked around the hall, searching for Namrata. She replies, “You have to wait for the night to come.”

“The waiting game will only increase the pleasure, baby(With a tongue emoji).”

“Don’t you dare to talk about my sister Vaidehi (With a warning emoji)?”

I smiled, reading the jealousy in the second message. I was tempted badly, not by Namrata but mostly by her bride-sister, Vaidehi. I was in no mood to wait till night. Every second felt like a lifetime. I finally found Namrata on the stage. She teased by sticking out her tongue and shaking her head flirtatiously.

“I wanna jump on you now and kiss you. Kiss every bit of your face and neck. I want to suck your pussy now.” I signalled her to read my text. She replies, “Ah, please, Madhan, don’t tempt. Wait for the night.” More than her, I was tempted.

“My hands are dying to enter inside of your saree and,” I continued to tease her. “Please stop. Ah. I am waiting to have your cock inside me, Madhan.”

Looks like Namrata’s mother. She said something to Namrata. Nammu nods and steps down from the stage. That’s when I started to follow Namrata through the crowded function hall. Nammu did notice me following her but didn’t say anything.

I managed to stop the lift before it closed. Namrata smiled, acknowledging my eagerness, although two school-going kids accompanied us in the lift. I clenched my fists upon seeing the kids. But still stood right next to Nammu, our shoulders grazing against each other.

“Nammu, let me grab those sexy melons. Let me kiss you here,” I huskily teased her. She moves away, “Shhhhh. You have to wait to have me,” The lift quickly reached the second floor. Namrata stepped out, and I could see two guys in the corridor with rooms lined up on both sides.

Namrata glanced sideways at me while she unlocked the door, shaking her head as a signal for me to wait. I waited for the two guys to look away and then sneaked into the room, quickly latching the door behind me.

Wait for the next part.

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Hi everyone, this is Varun from Bangalore. I am 25 years old with 5 ft 10 in height and a decent physique.

So, let’s go to the story. I was visiting my aunt in the next city for the weekend because she was old and sickly. I reached her place late that night and she welcomed me in and gave me food. The food was amazing and I asked her if she made it.

She pointed to the kitchen and said that her maid did it. I went back there to give my compliments, but then I saw her and my jaw dropped. Th maid was dusky yet very cute. She was skinny, but her body radiated a silent sex appeal that made me hard. I stared at her for a while, and she didn’t seem to shy away while I ogled at her! I said the food was nice and she smiled widely. Her name was Sheila. Sweat dripped down the side of her face as she went back to work.

I went back to the living room and talked to my aunt, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the servant. I was getting really hard and horny. I really needed some release. It was finally my aunt’s bedtime and Sheila came in to wheel her away.

Sheila glanced back as she walked away. I wanted to fuck this woman so badly, but with my aunt being there…it seemed too impossible to do. So I decided to go to sleep. Meanwhile, Sheila came by with some sheets for me and placed them on my bed. As she walked away, she looked over her shoulder at me. She whispered “goodnight” and walked out of the room.

I waited for all the lights to go off and turned on my laptop. I surfed from porn site to porn site, but I was unsatisfied. And by mistake, I clicked on an advertisement while trying to close it and it took me to a website full of hot and sexy Indian girls ready  to do whatever I asked them! Considering my horny situation, I decided to give it a try.

I scrolled down until I found a really sexy bitch named Bhavna.

Bhavna looked very slutty with a touch of innocence and I liked that. I made an account and purchased some credits so that I could play with her and invited her to come online. She accepted and logged on in a few minutes.

Bhavna came online wearing pink leggings and a tight gym tank-top. Her body was moist with sweat as she sat there sipping on a bottle of cold water. The sides of the bottle dripped the same way that her ripe body did. My crotch was already getting hard.

Bhavna (sigh): Sorry that I am soooo sweaty, baby…Just came back after a huge work out…(she sighed as she said it)

Me: Well, why don’t you flash me those huge tits…I wanna see how sweaty they are under that slutty top.

Bhavna giggled and pulled up her top for me. Her nipples were hard and she winced gently as she took the cold water bottle and ran them across her sensitive nipples. They got hard and she twirled them in her long fingers. She bit her lip and looked at me. I pulled off my pants and my cock took up the screen.

She leaned in and licked her camera as if it was my cock, so I started stroking very slowly. She reached inside her tight leggings and moaned softly while rubbing her pussy. The crotch of her leggings was starting to stain from her wetness. I asked her to pull them down and show me that juicy pussy, and she started doing it…but I suddenly heard a crash in the hallway. Bhavna moaned and I shushed her to go check it out.

I checked for my aunt’s voice but all I heard was her snoring. The kitchen light was on, so I snuck up behind the door. I heard a stifled moan and peeked over the door frame. Sheila was on the other end of it. She had one hand on her mouth and another down inside her sweaty panties. This bitch was masturbating. I saw this as my chance to get involved.

I jumped in front of her and she gasped silently. We stood there in the silence of the dim, kitchen bulb and stared at one another. It was obvious that neither one of us wanted to back away. I walked in closer to her and she leaned back on the counter. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in without speaking.

She breathed into my hair as I licked her neck and grabbed her hips. She moaned into my ear and I turned her around. She bit her lip and looked back into my eyes as I reached inside her wet panties and rubbed her pussy. She kissed my top lip softly and I licked her tongue with swift flicks and turned her around to face me.

I put my hand in her panties and then put two fingers in her mouth. She looked at me in surprise, so I kissed her deeply.

Me (whispering into her mouth): Come, fuck me in my room.

Sheila (biting my ear softly as she whispers): Ok… (kiss, kiss, kiss)

I walked into my room and told Bhavna about our surprise guest. Bhavna got excited. She was on the screen with her leggings down to her knees. Her milky white legs showed as she stuck her fingers deep in her pussy and watched us.

Sheila: Who is that?

Me: I paid her to watch us fuck. Should I tell her to go?

Sheila watched Bhavna masturbate with curiosity. I pulled Sheila’s pants off and she didn’t resist me. I grabbed her pussy and she moaned softly as she dripped. I pulled her panties down to her knees and she started breathing heavily.

Bhavna: Oh my God…you’re gonna fuck her in front of me? (moan)

Sheila: I can’t believe I’m doing this!

Me: (kissing her inner thighs) Should I stop then, Sheila? (kiss)

Sheila sighed and pushed my face into her pussy. I licked her oozing pussy gently. Bhavna fingered herself harder as she watched Sheila. I inched my cock inside Sheila and her eyes rolled up and another stifled moan escaped her sweet lips. I pulled up her top and Sheila pulled it off while my cock stayed deep inside her.

Bhavna: Oh, my God! (moan, gasp, moan) Your dusky nipples are so cute.

Sheila: Fuck! Your pussy is so wet! Fuck me now! Do it!

I stuffed Sheila’s top in her mouth and rammed into her. Bhavna moaned and stuffed herself to the same rhythm as mine. Sheila’s pussy was so soft and juicy that it made me groan as I fucked her in the dark against the warm blue light of the laptop. I reached in and licked her neck and pulled her hair as I stroked into her.

Sheila: Oh! Fuck! Yes!!

Bhavna: Stuff her, Daddy!

Sheila: Yea! Stuff me, Daddy!

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I felt my cock throb as I drove it deep into her uterus. Her sweat-drenched, dusky body was too hot to resist. The feel of sin washed over me as I grabbed her close and inhaled her intoxicating scent as I fucked her. She looked back into my eyes as she moaned in my face and kissed me. I felt my cock explode deep inside her as she licked my lips and moaned again.

I pulled out and an oozing trail of cum dripped out of my cock. Sheila turned around and showed Bhavna her cream-pied pussy. Bhavna rubbed her pussy harder watching the cum drip out of Sheila’s slutty cunt.

Bhavna: Fuck! That’s so hot! Fill me like that too! Ahhh! Ahhhh!

Bhavna’s body convulsed as she came watching us get nasty in the dark. I kissed Sheila and we both chuckled as we cuddled each other’s sweaty bodies in the dark room. Bhavna thanked us for the explosive orgasm and left. Sheila moaned into my mouth and kissed me then fell asleep in my arms. We woke up early in the morning and fucked each other raw once again. Now, we both have a habit of calling hot desi girls from DscGirls.Live website to join us for our fuck sessions! (To be continued)

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Hello doston, main aapka apna dost Shaanu hu. Aaj ek aisi story laya hu aapke liye ki padhte hi aap sab mujhse poochoge fir kya hua, aur kitni baar hua. Ye story hai mere school ki teacher ki jo mujhe mere college time pe Facebook pe mili.

Main apne baare mein thoda bata du aapko agar ijazat ho to. Main Shaanu, height 5’7″, weight 70, aur mere sher ka size hai 7 inches lamba, aur kaafi mota, aur hamesha shikaar ke liye taiyaar rehta hai.

To story ki heroine ke baare mein bata du aapko. Meri teacher ka name Rekha (name changed) hai. Rekha ki age 39, aur size 34-30-36 hai. Use dekhte hi kisi ka bhi khada ho jaye. Kisi pornstar se kam nahi thi wo.

To school time pe to ye sab pe dhyan nahi tha mera, aur naa hi koi gandi feeling thi mujhe Rekha ko leke. School khatam hua, aur ab main college mein aa gaya tha. Fir jab mera 1st year khatam hone wala tha, tab maine Rekha ko facebook pe dekha, aur use friend request bhej di. Agle hi din meri request accept bhi ho gayi. Fir maine unhe message kiya aur hamari normal student teacher wali baat hi ho rahi thi.

Mere school ka annual day tha jisme Rekha ne mujhe invite kiya aur main khushi-khushi chala gaya. Waha hum mile aur normal baat hui. Fir annual day khatam hone ke baad hum sath hi nikal gaye ek-doosre ki ghar ki taraf.

Raasta same tha hum dono ke ghar ka, bas Rekha ka ghar mujhse pehle hai aur mera thoda aur aage. Distance zyada nahi tha to hum chal kar hi jaa rahe the, aur baaton hi baaton main rekha ne mujhse poocha-

Rekha: Kyun Shaanu, ab to college mein aa gaye ho. Gf to bana hi li hogi?

Main: Nahi ma’am gf kaha banegi mujhse. Itna to sharmata hu kisi ladki se baat karne se.

Rekha: Dekh ke lagta nahi tumhe tumhari gf nahi hogi.

Main: Mere naseeb mein kaha gf?

Rekha: Acha, to tumhe to koi pasand hogi. Batao-batao kaisi pasand hai, main hi dhoondh deti hu tumhare liye gf (aankh maarte hue).

Main (main samajh gaya tha yaha thoda naughty hona hi padega mujhe): Agar main bata bhi doonga, to bhi aap dhoondh nahi paogi.

Rekha: Arre batao to pehle. Aur main promise karti hu dhoondh doongi. Batao ab jaldi.

Main: Mujhe to bilkul aap jaisi sundar ladki chahiye.

Rekha: Kuch bhi, main to 39 ki hu, aur 39 age walo ko ladki nahi aurat bolte hai. Upar se shaadi-shuda bhi hu main. Bachha bhi hai mera.

Main: Dekha maine kaha tha na, agar maine aapko bata bhi diya to bhi aap nahi dhoondh paoge, aur mujhe ye sab se koi farak nahi padta. Meri nazar se dekho khud ko, tab pata chalega aap kitni sundar ho. Agar mujhe koi chahiye to bas aisi hi.

Rekha: Mere jaisi to main hi hu bas.

Rekha ka ghar aa gaya aur wo chali gayi. Fir hamari baatein facebook se whatsapp pe aa chuki thi. Ab Rekha apni family problems batane lagi, ki uska pati bahut drink karta tha, aur uski taraf bilkul bhi dhyan nahi deta tha. Main samajh chuka tha bas yahi mauka tha. Tadap to Rekha bhi rahi thi.

Maine seedha keh diya: Agar aap meri biwi hoti na, to main to house husband ban jata, aur poora din bas aapka dhyan rakhta, aur pyar karta. Bas aur koi kaam nahi karta.

Rekha: Acha ji, itna kya pasand aa gayi main aapko?

Main: Sab kuch pasand aa gaya hai aapka mujhe to.

Rekha: Bahut naughty ho gaye ho tum (Naughty wali smile ke sath).

Main: Wo to pehle se tha, bas aapne kaafi time laga diya mujhse milne mein.

Rekha: Wo kehte hai na sabar ka fal meetha hota hai, to bas.

Main samajh chuka tha ki aag dono taraf thi. Hum aise hi baatein karte rehte. Fir naughty baatein kab sex chat mein badal gayi, mujhe pata hi nahi chala. Rekha mujhe sab batane lag gayi, ki usne kon se colour ke undergarments pehne hue the, aur wo video call pe jaan-boojh ke mujhe seduce karti thi.

Ek din maine to keh hi diya: Bas karo Rekha rani. Ab itna na tadpao mujhe, aur mil lo mujhse.

Usne kaha: Milenge, zaroor milenge, sabar karo thoda bas.

Aise hi din beette gaye, aur hum bas phone par hi baat kar rahe the, aur chat kar rahe the. Ek din unka message aaya ki-

Rekha: Kal main school se chutti loongi, aur ghar par koi nahi hoga. To tum aa sakte ho kya?

Maine kaha: Neki aur pooch-pooch. Bas time bata do kitne baje aana hai? Main 1 second bhi late nahi hounga.

Unhone kaha: Lagta hai bahut jaldi hai tumhe. Bilkul bhi sabar nahi ho raha hai tumse.

Main to soch raha tha ab saala ye ek din bas jaldi se beet jaye. Subah 10 baje main unke ghar pahunch gaya. Black shorts aur t-shirt mein kya sexy lag rahi thi meri Rekha. Usko dekhte hi mera khada ho gaya bina kuch kiye. Aur usne andar kuch bhi nahi pehna tha. Uske nipples clearly hi visible the, wo bhi tight nipples. Mann to kiya bas shuru kar du lekin apne aap ko control karte hue andar gaya main.

Unhone poocha: Kya loge?

Maine kaha: Ye to aapko bahut ache se pata hai main kya loonga. To bas wahi dedo ab.

Rekha: Ruko-ruko poora plan hai mere paas. Sabse pehle hum sath nahayenge.

Main turant khada ho gaya aur kaha: Chalo nahane.

Wo boli: Ruko pehle kuch pee lo tum.

Aur wo juice leke mere paas baith gayi, aur main bas use hi ghoore jaa raha tha.

Rekha: Aise kya dekh rahe ho?

Main: Bahut zyada pyar hai andar. Bas ab ye sab chhodho, aur chalo nahane.

Rekha ko pata tha mujhse control nahi ho raha tha. Isliye jaan-boojh ke mujhe aur tadpa rahi thi. Fir hum dono bathroom ki taraf chale gaye.

Next part main aapko bataunga ki kaise maine chut aur gaand dono ke maze liye apni teacher rekha ke. Agar aapko meri story achi lage ya na achi lage, jo bhi lage, mujhe mail karke bataiyega.

Mail id: [email protected] Next part main bahut kuch aayega I guarantee.

It was a hot summer evening in Delhi. I, a mere college student named Romeo, received a message from two intriguing individuals named Sarthak and Lily. They had come across my erotic stories on this website of ISS and were captivated by my writing.

Sarthak was a 46-year-old man, and Lily was a 39-year-old woman. Both lived in a lavish house in Delhi.

Lily was a woman of elegance and grace, with a petite figure and a beautiful face that radiated warmth and kindness. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes sparkled with excitement.

She wore a red silk saree that accentuated her curves. I could tell that she took great care of herself. Her smooth, milky skin was unblemished, and her lips were full and inviting. I could see the faint lines of age adorning her face, adding character to her allure.

As we chatted, Sarthak and Lily proposed a tantalizing proposition. They wanted me to come over to their house and write a story based on a real-life encounter between the three of us. I was hesitant at first. But their seductive words and promises of a generous cash reward convinced me to take the plunge.

When I arrived at their house, I was greeted by Lily’s radiant smile and Sarthak’s firm handshake. I felt my heart race as they described the thrill of watching their partner surrender to another’s touch. Lily’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and I could sense her anticipation growing.

They led me to their spacious bedroom, where the magic was about to happen. The air was thick with tension as they guided me to their opulent bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with candles casting flickering shadows on the marble walls.

A large, canopied bed sat in the centre, beckoning us to indulge in our fantasies. As we stood at the foot of the bed, I gently unknotted Lily’s saree, letting it pool at her feet. Her full, round breasts were adorned with delicate lace. Her nipples hardened beneath my gaze.

Her stomach was soft and inviting, leading to the triangle of dark curls between her legs. Sarthak stood by the bed, already naked, his hard cock pointing straight at me. Lily’s eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense her desire intensify.

I stepped closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. My lips found hers, and we kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining in a dance of passion. Sarthak’s hand reached out to cup her breast, and she moaned softly into my mouth. I trailed my lips down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

My fingers found the wetness between her legs. I teased her clit, feeling it swell beneath my touch. Lily’s breathing quickened. She pushed her hips against my hand, urging me for more.

Sarthak, kneeling behind her, spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight puckered hole. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. Lily’s moans filled the room as he explored her, her body trembling beneath our touch.

I slipped a finger into her slick pussy, feeling her muscles clench around me. I added a second finger, and she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand.

“Take off your clothes, Romeo,” Lily commanded, her voice dripping with desire. “We want to see what you’re working with.”

I obliged, feeling my cock stiffen as I undressed. Lily’s eyes widened with pleasure as she admired my toned body and hard cock.

“Oh, you’re a big one,” she said, licking her lips. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Sarthak approached me, his hand reaching for my cock. “Let’s get you nice and wet,” he said before taking my cock in his mouth and sucking eagerly.

Lily watched us, her fingers playing with her clit as Sarthak sucked my cock. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew that she was ready for more.

“Fuck me, Romeo,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised to enter her wet pussy. But before I could do so, Sarthak interrupted.

“Wait,” he said, “let me prepare her first.”

He knelt and began to lick Lily’s pussy, his tongue probing her folds and teasing her clit. Lily moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking as Sarthak licked her.

“Oh, yes, right there,” she said, her voice trembling.

Sarthak then inserted a finger into her pussy, fucking her gently as he continued to lick her clit. Lily’s moans grew louder, and I could see the orgasm building up inside her.

“I’m going to cum,” she said, her voice trembling.

Sarthak continued to finger her as she cum, her pussy contracting around his finger as she moaned with pleasure. Once Lily had recovered from her orgasm, I positioned myself behind her, my cock poised to enter her pussy. He knelt in front of her, his cock in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Lily said as I entered her pussy from behind.

He watched as I fucked her, my hips slapping against her ass as I thrust in and out of her pussy. Lily sucked his cock, her moans muffled by his dick.

After a few minutes, I pulled out of Lily’s pussy and positioned myself at her ass. I inserted a finger into her ass, lubing it up with saliva before positioning myself to enter her.

“Oh, fuck,” Lily said as I entered her ass.

He watched as I fucked her ass, my hips slapping against her cheeks as he thrust in and out of her. Lily sucked my cock, her moans muffled by his dick. After a few minutes, I pulled out of Lily’s ass and lay down on the bed.

He slicked up his cock, and I did the same. I positioned myself in front of Lily, my cock pressing against her entrance. Sarthak, behind her, slowly pushed his cock into her ass. We moved in unison, easing into her, filling her up in the most intimate way.

As we began to move, Lily’s moans grew louder, her voice echoing in the room. “Yes, fuck me, both of you,” she begged, her fingers digging into my back. I felt Sarthak’s cock slide against mine, separated by the thin barrier of her flesh.

Our rhythm grew, and we fucked her harder, our bodies slapping against hers. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, her muscles clenching as she neared her climax. Sarthak’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he plunged into her.

Sarthak, still inside her, slipped a hand between her legs, teasing her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. I watched as he brought her to the edge once more, her body trembling with pleasure.

As she came again, I leaned in to kiss her, tasting her sweetness mixed with the musk of our lovemaking. We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined in a beautiful embrace.

I felt her body tense, and she cried out as she came, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer and released inside her, my cum mixing with Sarthak’s as he filled her ass.

Sarthak, still inside her, slipped a hand between her legs, teasing her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. I watched as he brought her to the edge once more, her body trembling with pleasure.

Lily and Sarthak lay down beside me, their bodies glistening with sweat.

“That was amazing,” Lily said, her voice trembling.

“Yes, it was,” Sarthak said, his hand reaching for Lily’s breast.

They paid me the stash of cash they had promised. I left their home with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. I had not only fulfilled their fantasy but had also discovered a new side of myself. I couldn’t wait to share my new experiences in my next erotic tale.

It was an experience I would never forget, a taste of ecstasy that I would always cherish.

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I am Aditya, a 25-year-old guy, sharing a story today which happened last year.

In Nov 2023, I decided to shift from a small town to a magnificent city, Mumbai, to give new direction to our business. I settled in a colony where every residence seemed like a palace, and every neighbour carried an air of sophistication.

The story began when I participated in a neighbourhood community service initiative. As I explored the neighbourhood, I encountered a girl named Shravani.

Shravani, a Marathi girl with an impeccable figure, enchanting features, and glossy hair, is known for her kindness, politeness, and helpful nature. She is proud of her Marathi roots. Shravani seamlessly blends traditional values with the cosmopolitan lifestyle of Mumbai.

One day, I embarked on my first official yoga session in the colony. I found my place in the designated area. I was attempting to synchronize my movements with the group. My eyes inadvertently locked onto the elegance of Shravani. Enchanted by her grace, I momentarily lost my concentration.

In a moment of distraction, our paths collided. Our bodies brushed against each other, a gentle yet tangible connection that disrupted the flow of the yoga routine. Shravani turned to me with a surprised smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Oops, I guess I should work on my balance,” I chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Shravani’s laughter, like a sweet melody, filled the air. “No harm done. It happens to the best of us. Besides, I think we just created our unique yoga pose!”

The tension that often accompanies first encounters dissipated in the wake of her laughter. We found ourselves caught in an offhanded exchange of smiles. For a moment, the yoga session faded into the background as we engaged in a conversation that flowed effortlessly.

“So, new to the colony?” Shravani asked, her eyes holding a warmth that transcended mere politeness.

I nodded, feeling a sense of ease in her presence. “Yes, just shifted here from my town.”

“So, Aditya, small town to Mumbai? That’s quite the journey,” Shravani inquired, curiosity lighting up her eyes.

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. “Yeah, it’s a whole new world for me. What about you? Mumbai seems to be in your blood.”

Shravani’s laughter tinkled like wind chimes. “Born and raised here. But hey, every place has its magic. You need to know where to look.”

And so began our first conversation, words weaving a bridge between two worlds. I shared tales of my small-town origins. Shravani unfolded the vibrant shades of her Mumbai experiences, and a connection blossomed.

As the days unfolded in society, Shravani and I found ourselves drawn together by more than just chance encounters. Our conversations, initially sparked by a collision during a yoga session, evolved into a beautiful symphony of shared stories and laughter.

One day, the colony’s event members announced a community project: creating a scrapbook for the colony. We gathered old photographs, memories, and snippets of our lives. It was during these moments of collaboration that our connection deepened.

Our shared project became a canvas for our emotions. The pages of the scrapbook narrated the story of our growing bond. Each photo held a piece of our journey, a testament to the blossoming love between a small-town boy and a city girl.

We spent countless hours working on the scrapbook. Our conversations meandered from childhood tales to dreams for the future. Shravani’s laughter became the soundtrack of my days.

One evening, we sat in the lush greenery of the colony’s park, surrounded by the soothing hum of the city. Our conversation took a turn. Shravani, with her usual grace, broke the gentle silence. Her eyes reflected a blend of curiosity and sincerity.

“Aditya, I’ve been thinking. What were your dreams back in your small town? What made you leave it all behind and come to Mumbai?”

Her question, though simple, carried an underlying depth that invited me for more than a casual response. “You know, back there, life was simpler. I dreamed of my familiar community, of making a difference in a smaller world. Mumbai was the unknown, the place where I hoped to discover something more.”

Shravani nodded thoughtfully, her eyes urging me to share more. “And what about you? What dreams did you harbour before Mumbai became your reality?”

She leaned in, eager to hear the untold stories that shaped my journey. “You see, before Mumbai, my dreams were different. I aspired to break free from the expected path to explore life beyond the confines of what was laid out for me. Mumbai was the canvas where I hoped to paint my narrative.”

We continued to exchange our dreams and aspirations. The conversation took a natural turn toward the complexities of our lives. Shravani’s questions, far from being mere inquiries, became a gateway to the core of our beings.

“Aditya, what keeps you awake at night? What are your deepest fears and your fondest memories?” I shared the intricacies of my vulnerabilities in my family business.

Then came a pivotal moment. Shravani, her eyes now reflecting a well of emotions, shared a story from her past- an experience that had moulded her into the resilient woman sitting beside me.

“This was a turning point for me,” she confessed, her voice carrying the weight of introspection. “I discovered strength within myself that I never knew existed?”

Her openness hung in the air. Shravani’s decision to open up about her life, to expose the layers beneath her poised exterior, became the catalyst for a shift in our relationship.

The realization hung in the air, a silent agreement that our connection had surpassed the ordinary. We weren’t just neighbours sharing a conversation. We were two souls on a journey of mutual discovery.

Days passed. One day, in the cosy confines of my living room, the air was charged with a subtle tension. An unspoken understanding hung between me and Shravani.

Shravani’s delicate yet determined hand found mine. Her touch was a silent invitation, bridging the gap between the words we had exchanged and the emotions pulsing between us. Without hesitation, we leaned in, guided by an unseen force, an entity that spoke the language of love.

Our lips met in a tender kiss, a moment that felt suspended in time. It was a kiss that carried the weight of shared stories and whispered dreams. The uncharted territories of our growing connection.

Breaking away from the kiss, I whispered to Shravani, “I feel like we’ve known each other for a lifetime.”

Shravani smiled, her eyes revealing depths of emotion that words struggled to convey. “Sometimes, connections are formed in the spaces between words. Our stories have intertwined beautifully.”

My fingertips traced the contours of Shravani’s hand, each touch pregnant with unspoken promises. Hours slipped away like seconds, the outside world fading into the backdrop of our private universe.

In a hushed whisper, I confessed to Shravani, “I never expected to find a connection like this. It’s like we’ve created our world, separate from everything else.”

Shravani met my gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Sometimes, love has a way of finding us when we least expect it. I’m glad our worlds collided.”

In a moment of vulnerability, I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. I cupped Shravani’s face with my hands, drawing her closer. Our lips met again, and a lingering kiss continued. My lips ventured from Shravani’s to her cheeks and neck.

Shravani’s hands gently explored the curves of my face. In the muted spaces between our breaths, our hearts beat in unison. My hands delicately traced the outlines of Shravani’s back and found the delicate buttons of Shravani’s dress. Each one was undone, revealing the beauty beneath.

The fabric slipped from her shoulders, uncovering the shape of her back. I explored each outline of her chest and back and the curves of the boobs. It brought me to smooch and suck her curvy balls.

Her hands explored the planes of my chest, fingers tracing the lines of my six-packs. I found their way to the delicate of Shravani’s Palazzo pants. I undid each button, unveiling the beauty beneath it. A magnetic force pushed my face to her pussy.

I rolled my tongue on both of her lower lips. Shravani felt a profound sense of shared intimacy. In the midst of this tender moment, Shravani took a playful bite of my lollipop of dick, savouring the rich sweetness that filled her senses. Sucking off the dick became a delightful complement to the unfolding intimacy.

In the intimate waves of shedding our external layers, I gently led Shravani to a bed adorned with cushions and lowered myself onto her. The softness of her body beneath me invited a subtle squeezing against my skin, creating a sensation of silkiness.

She graciously guided my dick to her pussy. I couldn’t help but push my dick inside pussy. Shravani surrendered herself to intimacy. The echo of our hushed breaths and the flickering set the stage for boundless intimacy.

With each stroke, the moaning of Shravani gave me a wave of excitement that surged through me, intensifying my speed. Shravani felt a subtle shiver of anticipation, a sweet tension building in the air. The room was adorned with the echoes of moans.

I started fading and felt the weight of exhaustion settling. Finally, after enjoying Haven for a long time, I filled her pussy full of my cum. I lowered myself beside Shravani. She passionately locked my mouth with her lips and exchanged saliva with me.

I tenderly swept away strands of her hair, delicately woven in its soft, graceful tendrils. A whisper escaped me, carrying words that needed no grand declaration. “Shravani, tonight has been beyond words. I feel like I can’t express myself in words.”

Shravani, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment, nodded in agreement. “Aditya, I never expected our connection to unfold in such a magical way. It’s like we’ve created our universe, and tonight was a masterpiece.”

We embraced the naked truth of our connection, sculpting a love story that unfolded in the whispers of our intimate exploration and formalizing our relationship.

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In continuation of my earlier story:

It was 10.30 on a Sunday morning. Sudha and Ajay were still sleeping, being worn out from a marathon fucking session the previous night. When they collapsed exhausted, it was 4.00 a.m. She decided to go back to sleep. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Who could it be on a Sunday? Sudha was irritated. But she had to answer the bell. When she opened the door to her apartment, all her tiredness vanished. Standing there was her mother-in-law, Urmila.

This was the first time that her mother-in-law had come to their flat after marriage. Sudha beamed with joy and let Urmila in. She then gave her MIL a bear hug and kissed her cheek. Their boobs made contact with each other. Sudha welcomed her in.

Urmila was 47 years old but could easily pass off for 35. She dieted and exercised regularly and maintained her figure. Her husband, Ajay’s father, passed away a few years back. Her breasts were 36 DD and had many men drooling over it. She had an ass to kill for.

“You take the guest bedroom, Aunty” Sudha said. “You freshen up, and I will bring you your coffee.”

Urmila went to the guest bedroom. She had a relaxing bath and chose a nightie, which was semi-transparent and which amplified her enormous breasts. Since she was still wet from her bath, the nighty was clinging to her body. Her nipples were visible. She went and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Sudha soon came in with two cups of coffee. She handed over one to Urmila and sat in the chair opposite her. “There is enough room in this couch, beti, come and sit next to me,” said Urmila. Sudha sat next to her.

“You will make a fine wife to Ajay,” said Urmila. “Tell me, how is your sexual life? Is he fucking you enough?”

Sudha was used to such questions from her MIL and said, “He does not give me a moment’s rest, Aunty. He destroys my pussy with that big cock of his.” Urmila smiled.

They sat in silence. Urmila put her hands around Sudha’s shoulders and started caressing her. Sudha did not mind it as it was her MIL. Soon, the hands went lower, and the tips of Urmila’s fingers started touching Sudha’s breasts. Sudha did not react. She was enjoying the sensation.

A slow heat began to spread through her body. Urmila then touched her nipples. Sudha’s nipples perked up.

“Tell me, have you experienced sex with a woman?” asked Urmila. Sudha said no. “Before I leave, I will teach you to have sex with a woman and believe me, you will enjoy it.” Sudha did not reply.

“Come sit on my lap” commanded Urmila. Sudha obeyed and sat on her lap. Urmila then opened the zipper on Sudha’s nightie. Her magnificent breasts were on display.

Urmila lowered her head and took a nipple in her mouth. She licked them slowly in circles. She sucked them, making loud noises. She slowly bit the nipple and the breast.

Sudha felt as if her body was on fire. She let out a moan and cupped her breasts. She then put the other nipple in Urmila’s mouth. Urmila smiled. This girl is enjoying this, she thought.

She suddenly put her hand under Sudha’s nightie. Sudha was not wearing panties, and Urmila’s hand directly hit her pussy. She was dripping wet. Urmila slowly poked her finger into Sudha’s pussy. She slightly widened her legs to grant better access to her pussy.

This was what Urmila was waiting for. She thrust one finger into Sudha’s pussy and began twirling it. Sudha moaned with pleasure. Urmila continued finger fucking Sudha. Her other hand was playing with Sudha’s nipples. She passionately kissed Sudha.

Sudha’s juices started flowing. Urmila suddenly took her finger out and sucked it. “Your juices are very tasty. Here, you taste it, too.” She inserted her finger into Sudha’s mouth. Sudha started sucking the finger and began to relish it. Urmila then took Sudha’s hand and led her into the guest bedroom.

Once there, she took out a bottle of baby oil from her bag. Sudha wondered what that was for. She soon found out. Urmila laid Sudha on the bed so that her legs were dangling out. She sat down on the floor and brought her mouth to Sudha’s pussy.

She placed pillows under Sudha’s ass so that her asshole was visible. Then she started. Urmila was an expert in finding the G spot. She soon found it and gave it a playful bite. Sudha flinched. She had not experienced such sensations in her short life. She started moaning.

Urmila then lowered her mouth onto Sudha’s pussy. Her tongue lapped Sudha’s pussy. She parted Sudha’s pussy lips and thrust her tongue in. Sudha was in seventh heaven. Urmila proceeded to lick Sudha’s pussy. Her strokes were deep. She thrust her tongue into Sudha’s pussy and proceeded to eat her.

Sudha soon found herself leaking like a broken pipe. At this time, Urmila moistened her hands with the baby oil. She took a copious amount of it and poured it into Sudha’s ass. This, she did two or three times.

When she was satisfied that Sudha’s asshole was sufficiently lubricated, she slowly put her middle finger into it. Sudha flinched. This was a new experience for her, and she decided to let things take their course. Urmila soon started pulling in and out her finger off Sudha’s ass.

Sudha was enjoying the sensation. Soon, one finger gave way to two. But Urmila did not stop licking Sudha’s pussy. Sudha started screaming. She was always a screamer. Even when she was being fucked by her father.

Ajay was dreaming. He was fucking his mother. His cock was deep into his mother’s pussy. She was screaming. Suddenly, he was awake. His mother was not screaming. He got out of bed and went out.

The door of the guest bedroom was ajar. That meant one thing. His mother was here. He peeped his head into the room, What he saw astounded him. His mother was tongue fucking his wife. He silently went out of the room. He brushed his teeth, had a cup of coffee and came back into the room.

Ajay saw Sudha writhing under his mother’s assault on her pussy. He did not know when his mother came to his house. He took his cock out of his shorts and started shaking it. It soon grew in size.

Meanwhile, Urmila was almost finished. She had inserted three fingers into Sudha’s asshole. It was sufficiently enlarged. She had prepared Sudha to be fucked in the ass. Ajay was watching all this, and his pecker stood up like a flag pole.

Sudha was in a state of euphoria. She could not be fucked. Ajay did the next best thing. He picked up his mother and lay her on the bed. His erect pole touched the tip of her pussy. He drove in with all his might. His mother’s pussy was wet with her juices, and his pussy went in smoothly.

He started pumping in with all his might. He started sucking her breasts. Urmila was soon high. “Fuck me, Ajay. You have such a lovely cock. Your father was very weak. Tear me apart. I want your cum in my pussy.”

Ajay drove in like a madman. He mauled his mother’s breasts and bit them. Teeth marks were visible on Urmila’s boobs. Sudha was watching this, and she was stunned. Ajay never told her that he was incestuous. But she enjoyed the same.

She reached for Urmila’s breasts and tweaked her nipples. She got down and started sucking Urmila’s breasts. Ajay was very tired from the previous night’s continuous fucking. He could not hold for long. Soon, he emptied himself into his mother’s pussy.

Sudha got down to her MIL’s pussy and started sucking the cum that flowed out of it. She fed Urmila with it. Urmila greedily swallowed it. “My son’s cum is sweet,” she said. Sudha nodded.

Urmila decided that they had to visit Sudha’s parents. “It is a courtesy call,” she said. Sudha called her parents and told them that they were coming. Malini was delighted. “Come, come,” she said.

They reached Malini’s house and rang the bell. Malini opened the door-or so Ajay thought. He immediately started kissing her and started playing with her boobs.

Raghu and Sudha burst out laughing. “That is mother’s twin Ranjani, you nut. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?’ asked Sudha. Ajay was taken aback. Yet he grinned and smacked Sudha’s ass. His hands continued to play with Ranjani’s boobs.

Raghu welcomed the guests. Malini was not to be seen. Must be in the kitchen, Sudha thought and went in. Her mother turned and saw Sudha. She was very happy to see her. Sudha went to her mother and hugged Malini.

However, this was not a daughter hugging her mother. This was a hug from one woman to another. Malini’s eyes widened. Sudha suddenly started kissing her mother. She inserted her tongue into Malini’s mouth. Malini started sucking on it. Her hands were kneading Sudha’s ass.

Sudha was wearing a skirt and no panties. Malini’s hand went under it and played with Sudha’s pussy. Sudha put her hand under Malini’s top. She found her nippled and tweaked it. The kissing did not stop. Sudha suddenly removed her mother’s top. Malini’s wonderful boobs came tumbling out.

Sudha continued her sucking. She then put her hands under Malini’s skirt. Malini, too, was not wearing panties. Sudha poked her finger in Malini’s pussy. A sticky substance came out. Sudha smelled it and knew that it was sperm. “You had a fuck mother,” she asked.

“Yes, we did. I was on top of your father, and Ranjani sat on his face. Your father was licking her pussy.”

Sudha licked her finger. She always loved tasting Raghu’s cum. She then removed her skirt and also Malini’s. Both were naked.

“Let’s go to the hall, mummy. My MIL has come. You have to welcome her.”

Both went to the hall. There, Ajay was passionately licking Ranjani’s nipples. Ranjani was moaning. Malini greeted Urmila. Urmila was enthralled by Malini’s jiggling boobs. Have to have sex with her, thought Urmila.

Meanwhile, Ajay stopped sucking Ranjani’s breasts. He took out his cock and placed it on her lips. Ranjani opened her mouth and took it in. The entire cock went into her mouth. She started sucking greedily.

Raghu was sitting next to Urmila. He was staring at her breasts. Urmila noticed this and removed her kurta. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts came into view. Raghu was fascinated. He slowly placed his hand on a breast and felt it.

He made circles around the nipple. Urmila started feeling the heat. She took her breast in her hand and placed the nipple in Raghu’s mouth. Raghu slowly started sucking the nipples. Seeing this, Sudha was excited. She placed her mother on the couch and spread her legs, and slowly kissed Malini’s pussy.

Soon, she started licking it. Her tongue went in deep. She could taste the remains of her father’s cum. This excited her. She started licking with great speed. Her tongue went in and out of Malini’s pussy.

Malini could not control herself. “Lick Sudha. I have been looking forward to this. I see that your MIL has introduced you to the pleasures of lesbian sex. Lick. Drink my juices.”

Sudha started licking faster. Soon, Malini screamed and came into Sudha’s mouth. Sudha drank every drop of pussy juice. Seeing the sex between mother and daughter, Ajay became excited. He started mouth fucking Ranjani.

Soon he came in great spurts in Ranjani’s mouth Ranjani drank every drop of cum.  Both were exhausted.

Urmila said suddenly, “I want Raghu ji to fuck me. Not only that, I will take Ajay in my ass.” Everyone was taken aback. Sudha suddenly sprung into action. She went near her MIL and removed her pyjama. Urmila was naked. She then made her lie on the ground and started massaging her breasts.

Malini went to the kitchen and came back with coconut oil. She poured a good amount into Urmila’s ass and started to finger fuck her ass. Two fingers went into the ass. She then got down and started licking Urmila’s pussy. Her fingers were still in Urmila’s ass.

She then beckoned Ajay to come to her. When Ajay came, she started applying coconut oil to his cock to make it slippery. Sudha said, “Daddy, strip.” Raghu became naked. She asked Ajay to lie on the floor on his back. Urmila sat on Ajay, and he slowly inserted his cock into Urmila’s ass.

It went in smoothly. He started pumping. Raghu came to Urmila. He laid down on her and slowly inserted his massive cock into her pussy. As it was well lubricated, it went in smoothly. He started pumping in tandem with Ajay. Urmila was taking both cocks like a champion.

Both the men started fucking her vigorously. The three ladies were watching a magnificent act of sex with admiration. Ajay started grunting and soon emptied himself into Urmila’s ass. Raghu increased his speed. Urmila could not take it anymore. She started moaning.

Raghu increased his speed, and soon, he came explosively into Urmila’s pussy. Sudha then started cleaning her MIL. First, she cleaned Urmila’s ass and took Ajay’s cum in her mouth. She fed it to Ranjani, who drank it greedily. Next, she cleaned Urmila’s pussy and took her father’s cum in her mouth.

She fed half of it to Malini and drank the rest. She then cleaned Raghu’s cock with her tongue. Everyone was tired. Thus, a wonderful session came to an end.

Urmila shifted her residence to Ajay’s place. A lot of orgies took place. Urmila and Malini had some hot sessions of sex. Sudha constantly fucked her father. Ajay had an affair with Ranjani. The fun continued.

Continued from the previous part.

After an eventful morning which lasted for almost an hour, I dozed off into slumber with excitement and exhaustion. Never had I imagined I would witness Rini in her sluttiest avatar getting groped, licked, and fucked mercilessly that too by her own father.

The thought of incest that too by Rini, my good old friend with her own father, was sending a different kind of sensation. A feeling which was beyond words. It was almost 7 am when I fell asleep in my hotel room. Given I was on a business trip to acquire a new HNI. I was enjoying a luxurious stay on the firm’s payroll at Leela Palace.

I woke up around 11 am. It was a Saturday. I didn’t have any professional commitment so I took my own time to wake up. After taking a hot shower, I ordered myself some breakfast and started planning my day with friends. I met a few of my close friends over drinks in the afternoon. Even though I was having a gala time with my friends, my mind kept wandering back to the previous night’s incident. Even during my conversation with my buddies, I kept scrolling through Rini’s messages, her pics of blowing her dad.

Rini’s silky skin tone, her big light areola, her deep belly, her hanging tits, and well-trimmed leaking cunt kept me hard and distracted all evening. I left a few messages to Rini to check on her but didn’t get any response all evening. It was around 11 pm when we called it a night. I took a cab and reached my room.

I was hard, horny, and excited all afternoon and evening. After reaching my room, I got rid of my clothes, wrapped a gown, and settled down with a glass of scotch. At around 12:15 am, there was a ring on my door which was quite surprising as I neither ordered room service nor was expecting anyone. Somehow, I gathered myself to open the door and was pleasantly surprised to see my hot friend Rini outside. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. But when she called out my name I came back to my senses.

Rini was wearing a white cream one-piece sleeveless dress with a diamond-shaped design between her collarbone and her chest. Needless to say, her cleavage was visible emphasizing her 36″ firm tits. The dress ended just below her mid-thighs, enough length to cover her ass. She had light makeup on with a thick eyeliner complimenting her devilish look.

Rini: Good, you are awake. Hope I am not interrupting.

Me: Rini, hi, what are you doing here?

I asked as I was not expecting her. Then my female friend pushed the door open and pounced on me. I was literally imbalanced and shocked further by her action. I somehow managed to hold onto her weight, holding her waist but managed to push the door to close.

Rini kept kissing me holding my face. Her heavy boobs kept crushing on my chest. We were struggling to breathe, but we still kept sucking each other’s lips with pushing our tongues into each other.

We were subconsciously moving toward the couch because of the pressure she was putting on my body. I was holding her waist hard and sometimes clutching her back to maintain a balance. Many times I would hold her ass and roughly squeeze her huge ass.

Almost after 5 minutes of smooching each other with passion, I landed on the couch and she fell over me. Even in that moment, she never stopped chewing my lips, entering her tongue, and finally sat on my lap with knees on either side. She moved from the lips to my neck and started sucking hard one pace after another.

We were so much into each other that we didn’t even bother to utter a word. I was grabbing those bums and trying to reach the end of her thighs. Her dress was so stretched because of her position that it had become tightly clad making it difficult for me to lift.

I ran my hands a couple of times on my hot friend’s ass cheeks trying to rub her butthole and pussy, but was in vain as the dress was making it impossible to penetrate. Not finding any solution, I held the dress with both hands and started tearing it apart from her thighs and I succeeded. The dress was torn from the middle leaving a screeching noise.

Her ass was finally out of the cage. During this struggle, she kept licking my neck and we were back to chewing our lips. Then I ran my hands from her thighs to her ass expecting a thong. But to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing one.

Her pussy and asshole were out in the open. I ran my fingers on her cunt from behind as she was still on my lap. The moment the fingers of both my hands touched her cunt lips, she let out a sharp cry. Then I split her cunt lips open, letting the cool breeze hit her hole. She was dripping already and this let her moan more wildly. Her hands were on my chest and I could feel her nails dig on them.

After rubbing my friend’s pussy, lubricating my fingers, I started exploring her tight butthole. I tried to push one finger in but managed to fit just my index finger. She made her more wild making her scratch my chest increasing mutual pleasure.

I couldn’t hold myself more and tore open the rest of the dress and held her back with my hands. Her skin was like butter. It has been quite some time since I had the pleasure of feeling such skin. I always had thoughts for her and this moment was magical.

Not to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing a bra either, as if this was all planned. I held her neck to move her head away from me. At this moment, we looked into each other and our eyes met. She was still sitting on my lap now comfortably as her dress wasn’t a barrier anymore. Before I could utter a word, she put her forefinger on my lips, leaned forward next to my ears, and whispered

Rini: Don’t say anything, I know you always wanted to fuck me and I can feel your hardness too. Don’t you want to tear my pussy from the day we met?

I was quiet as I had always been unapologetic while complimenting her or stealing a glance at those tits or her crotch every time we met previously. Her shapely thighs and the gracious ass have always been my desire.

Rini kissed my ears and dragged her right leg to hold the ground. She raised her arm letting me pull the remaining cloth. There she stood in front of me in her birthday suit.

My hot friend raised both her arms and held her head showing off every each of her god-crafted masterpieces right from her face, neck, armpits, those perky tits, rock-hard nipples, well-toned waist, neatly trimmed pubes, and thunder thighs.

During our tongue fight itself, the knot of my robe had already untied. My 8 inches dick was already saluting my slut.

Rini said: This is what you have been dreaming and lusting for for ages, right? I have seen you checking me out so many times and I enjoyed your attention. Hope my body didn’t disappoint you.

Saying so, she knelt between my legs. Keeping her hand over my thighs, she ran her tongue on my balls moving it upwards through the skin of my dick to the tip of my dick. Her tongue was magical as she spent a few seconds just flicking the opening, the pee hole.

The saga continues, stay tuned for the next part.

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This is Rahul Roy, your very own investment banker from London currently put up in Stratford E20/. Feel free to leave me a note at [email protected]

Signing off for now.

Hi doston, next part hazir hai. Maa ka paani nikal chuka tha, aur main rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.

Maa: Rohan beta, ab uthne de, mujhe washroom jana hoga.

Rohan: Maa, aapko bathroom lagi hai kya?

Maa: Nahi, bathroom to nahi, but ek baar jana padega.

Maa apni geeli panty change karna chaah rahi thi. Par maine maa ko uthne nahi diya.

Rohan: Maa, bas 5 minute, main bhi jaunga. Fir ek sath uth jayenge.

Main apna bhi nikaalna chaahta tha firse, aur boobs ko daba kar main maze le raha tha.

Maa: Movie to khatam ho gayi hai. Ab aur kitna time chahiye tujhe?

Rohan: Maa, aap song laga lo koi.

Maa: Theek hai, beta.

Maa ne song laga diya, jo ki bahut hot tha. Song dekh kar meri haalat kharaab ho gayi, aur paani nikalne wala tha.

Rohan: Maa, chalo jao aap, main bhi jaa raha hu.

Maa andar waale washroom mein gayi, aur main baahar waale. Washroom jaa kar maine maa ko imagine karke apna maal nikaal diya. Kuch der baad main baahar aaya, to maine dekha maa pehle se let gayi thi. Main bina der kiye maa ke sath let gaya. Maine apna hath direct maa ki t-shirt ke andar dala, aur boobs sehlane laga.

Maa: Arre beta, 2 baar ho aaya hai. Firse shuru ho gaya.

Maa ka matlab tha ki 2 baar maal nikaal aaya hai, firse mann nahi bhara.

Rohan: Maa, ab aur koi kaam nahi to letne mein kya burayi?

Maa: Letne mein to koi burayi nahi, par…

Rohan: Par kya maa?

Maa: Ab tu shuru ho hi gaya hai to ab kya bolu?

Maine Neeche mehsoos kiya maa ki gaand ache se lund par lag rahi thi. Shayad maa ne panty utaar di thi.

Rohan: Maa kaafi soft hai (mera matlab boobs).

Maa: Badmash, soft hi hote hai ye.

Main bina kise darr ke apne kaam mein laga hua tha. Main maa ki neck par kiss karne laga. Maa poori mast ho rahi thi, aur maze le rahi thi. Maine socha maa ko aur maza du, to maine apna hath maa ke boobs se hata liya aur unki chut ki taraf le gaya.

Jaise hi mera hath maa ke lower mein ghusne laga, maa ne mera hath pakad kar mujhe rok diya. Main samajh gaya ki maa abhi poori tarah ready nahi thi. Main apna hath wapas maa ke boobs par le gaya. Fir t-shirt ke andar hath daal kar nipples ke sath khelne laga, aur neck par kiss kar raha tha. Neeche mera lund apna kaam kar raha tha.

Main 30 minute aise hi laga raha. Fir mere lund par kuch geela-geela mehsoos hone laga jo ki maa ka lower tha. Main samajh gaya maa ka firse paani nikal gaya. Mera bhi nikalne wala tha. Maine maa se poocha.

Rohan: Maa, ab aap washroom nahi gaye kyun?

Maa: Beta neeche zameen se uthna asaan nahi hai, isliye nahi uth payi.

Rohan: To maa kyun na andar bed par hi so jaye?

Maa: Waha to sote hi the, par tv room mein nahi hai. Bina tv ke hi sona padega.

Rohan: Maa, kyun na hum ek naya tv khareed le?

Maa: Baat to theek hai. Shaam ko sochte hai market chalne ki.

Rohan: Theek hai, maa.

Main kuch der baad uth kar washroom gaya, aur apna maal nikaal diya. Jab main wapas aaya, to maa uth chuki thi, aur gadda (jis par hum soye the) bhi andar rakh diya tha. Maa kitchen mein lunch bana rahi thi. Maine dekha maa ne lower change karke half capry pehan li thi.

Maa ko aise dekh kar mera lund firse khada hone laga. Par is baar main unke paas gaya nahi, aur wahi se unko dekhne laga. Maine notice kiya unke chehre par khushi thi. Shayad ye khushi 3 baar chut ka paani nikalne ki thi. Main wapas aa kar sofe par baith gaya, aur tv dekhne laga. Maine uspe hot english songs chala diye.

Main soch raha tha maa khul to chuki thi mere sath, kyun na unko Netflix par koi movie dikhau. Aap sab to jaante hi ho uspe movies kaisi hoti hai. Fir hamne sath mein lunch kiya, aur idhar-udhar ki baatein ki. Kuch der baad mere friend ki call aayi, aur main usse milne chala gaya uske ghar. Mera waha mann to lag nahi raha tha.

Main maa ke baare mein hi soch raha tha, par fir bhi main uske sath office ka kaam discuss karne laga. Isi beech 5 baj chuke the, aur maa ko call aayi ki market nahi chalna kya ghar nahi aaya abhi tak. Main apne friend ko bye bol kar ghar aa gaya. Maa pehle se ready thi market jaane ke liye.

Maa ne jeans aur kurti pehni thi, aur bike par hum market gaye. Pehle hamne ek smart tv 42” khareeda. Hamne installation ka poocha to kehta kal ho payega aaj mushkil hai. Mere zor dene par usne kaha theek hai lekin 8 baje tak ho payega pehle nahi. Hamne ok kaha to usne bataya ladka sath hi aa jayega aur aapko call kar lega.

Hamne TV khareed kar thoda market ghoomne ka socha. Main bike market ki taraf le gaya, aur fir maa ne ek jagah bike rukwayi. Maine bike rok kar dekha wo undergarments type dukan lag rahi thi. Fir maa ne kaha-

Maa: Tu ruk, main abhi aati hu.

Maa shop ke andar chali gayi. Maine socha maa bra panty lene gayi hongi aur main baahar hi wait karne laga. Kuch 15 minutes baad maa baahar aayi. Unke hath mein ek carry bag tha. Maine smile di, aur bike start ki, aur chal diye. Maine maa se poocha-

Rohan: Ab kaha chalna hai maa?

Maa: Toone apne liye kuch lena hai kya?

Rohan: Maa, shorts le leta hu raat ke liye.

Maine ek jagah bike roki, aur hamne mere liye shorts le liye. Fir hamne market mein snacks wagaira khaye. Maine time dekha to 7:30 ho chuke the. Tabhi mujhe call aayi aur wo call tv waale ladke ki thi. Usne kaha main aa raha hu tv lekar. Maine maa ko bataya, aur hum ghar ki taraf chal diye.

Ghar pahunch kar hamne chai pee. Tab tak TV wala ladka bhi aa gaya tha. Wo tv lagane lag gaya aur 30 minute mein usne tv laga diya, aur chala gaya.

Maa: Rohan, dinner karna hai ab?

Rohan: Nahi maa, ab pet mein jaga kaha hai? Itna to khaa liya.

Maa: Mann to mera bhi nahi hai. Maine socha tujhe bhookh hogi is liye pooch rahi thi.

Fir 9 baj gaye aur maine kaha: Maa ab sone ke liye chale?

Maa: Haa beta, bas main change kar lu.

Maa ne sofe se carry bag uthaya, aur washroom ki taraf jaane lagi.

Rohan: Arre maa, main to bhool hi gaya. Aapne kya liya tha dikhao?

Maa (smile karte hue): 5 minute ruk, change karke aati hu, dekh lena.

Maa washroom mein chali gayi. Main sochne laga ki maa ne bra panty li hogi, to kya aaj maa bra aur panty mein soyegi?

To be continued.

Agle part mein bataunga maa kya pehan kar baahar aayi, aur hamne raat mein kya-kya kiya.

Friends aapko meri story kaisi lagi feedback zaroor de. Meri id hai [email protected]

Hello doston, mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le, ki main aapki hot Bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar aap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai.

Main 35 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekh kar pant se bahar aane lagta hai, woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai.

Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte, to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah se pel sake. Mere stanno ko choos sake aur meri chut ki aag ko thanda kar sake. Ab main shuru karti hu apni kahani ka agla part.

Pichle part mein aapne padha, ki mere boss Raman ne mujhe ek zameen ka masla suljhane ke liye Rajasthan ke Mandawa gaon bhej diya. Flight se utarne ke baar main Nainsukh se mili. Woh waha ke police department mein head constable tha.

Woh shuru se hi mujhe hawas bhari nazron se dekhne laga. Waise dekhta bhi kyun na, main hu hi aisi. Fir main uski gaadi mein, jo ki ek jeep thi, uske sath wali seat par baithi. Uski aankhen mere badan ko ghoor rahi thi. Raasta lamba tha, to meri aankh lag gayi. Ab aage badhte hai.

Main so rahi thi, aur tabhi gaadi ki break lagi. Break lagne se meri neend khul gayi. Maine dekha ki hamari gaadi ek chhote se ghar ke saamne khadi thi. Fir maine Nainsukh ki taraf dekha, to woh meri taraf hi dekh raha tha. Maine usse poocha-

Main: Pahunch gaye hum?

Nainsukh: Nahi madam, abhi to aadha raasta hi hua hai.

Fir maine mobile mein time dekha. Abhi 2 ghante hi hue the. Fir maine Nainsukh se poocha-

Main: To hum yaha kyun ruke hai? Ye kon si jagah hai?

Nainsukh: Woh kya hai na madam, police wala hone ke sath-sath main chhota-mota sahukaar bhi hu. Logon ko byaaj par paise udhaar deta hu. Is ghar mein jo aadmi rehta hai, usko bhi maine paise udhaar diye hai. Ab woh apni instalment nahi bhej raha pichle 2 maheeno se.

Nainsukh: Phone par bolo, to saala kal-kal keh kar taalta rehta hai. Ab maine socha ki jab itni door aa hi gaya hu, to thodi vasooli bhi kar leta hu. Aapko to koi problem nahi hai na?

Main: Nahi, tum karo apna kaam. Mujhe koi problem nahi hai.

Nainsukh: Chaliye aap dekh lijiye gaadi mein baithna hai to baithi rahiye. Idhar-udhar ghoomna hai to ghoom lijiye. Main bas jaake aata hu.

Main: Meri chinta mat karo tum, jaake apna kaam karo.

Nainsukh: Theek hai madam.

Fir woh gaadi se utra, aur ghar ki taraf chal pada. Usne ghar ka darwaza knock kiya, aur koi 15-20 seconds mein saamne se kisi aadmi ne darwaza khola. Us aadmi ne jaise hi Nainsukh ko dekha, to uske chehre par thodi ghabrahat aa gayi.

Fir woh usko kuch bola, lekin uski awaaz mujh tak pahunch nahi rahi thi. Shayad woh usko andar aane ke liye bol raha tha. Fir Nainsukh aage badha, aur usne us aadmi ke kandhe par apne hath rakh liya.

Maine socha main bhi to dekhu ye Nainsukh kitni badi top tha.Ye soch kar main gaadi se nikli, aur us ghar ke paas chali gayi. Waha ek khidki thi, jisme se andar ki baithak dikh rahi thi.

Waha par lakdi wala purane type ka sofa set tha, jisko hath se buna jata tha. Nainsukh  usi sofa ki ek seat par baitha tha. Uske saamne woh aadmi hath jod kar khada tha. Fir woh aadmi bola-

Woh aadmi: Saab kamayi bilkul band ho gayi, kyunki dhandha manda chal raha hai. Ghar ka kharcha hi mushkil se nikal paata hai.

Nainsukh: Arre agar tumne mujhe paise nahi diye, to mere ghar ka kharcha kaise niklega? Police ki naukri mein tankhwah itni nahi milti ki ghar theek se chal sake. To mere ghar ka kya?

Ye sun kar woh aadmi chup ho gaya, aur usne sar neeche jhuka liya. Fir Nainsukh bola-

Nainsukh: Yaar tumhare ghar mein mehmaan ki koi izzat nahi hai.

Woh aadmi: Kya hua sarkaar?

Nainsukh: Dekho ab main aaya hu. Mera tum par kitna ehsaan bhi hai. Aur tumne dekho mujhe ek glass paani tak nahi poocha.

Woh aadmi: Maaf karna sarkaar, yaad hi nahi raha. Main abhi leke aata hu.

Nainsukh: Arre tum kaha jaa rahe ho?

Woh aadmi: Aapke liye paani lene?

Nainsukh: Lakshmi kaha hai?

Woh aadmi: Woh andar hai.

Nainsukh: Haa to usko bolo ki hamare liye paani leke aaye.

Tabhi us aadmi ne andar ki taraf muh karke awaaz di-

Woh aadmi: Lakshmi, zara paani leke aana to. Nainsukh ji aaye hai.

Woh aadmi kuch ghabraya hua lag raha tha. Waise us aadmi ki umar koi 30-32 ke aas-paas hogi. Height uski 5’9″ ke aas-paas thi, aur shareer se bhi theek tha. Pata nahi kyun woh Nainsukh ke saamne itna ghabraya hua tha? Shayad Nainsukh police wala tha isliye.

Fir andar se kisi ki payal ki awaaz aane lagi. Koi andar se baahar baithak ki taraf hi aa raha tha. Main samajh gayi thi ye Lakshmi hogi. Tabhi peele rang ke ghagra-choli mein ek gadraye shareer wali aurat baahar nikli. Uske hath mein taambe ki trey thi, aur us par ek paani ka glass pada tha.

Us aurat ke muh par to ghoonghat tha, lekin badan bahut sexy aur kassa hua tha. Usne tight choli pehni thi, jisme se uske raseele boobs choli faad kar baahar aane ki koshish kar rahe the. Choli se neeche uski kamar thi, jo bilkul tight thi. Aise ghar ki auratein kaam hi itna karti hai ghar ka, ki unka shareer apne aap fit rehta hai, aur kass jata hai.

Nainsukh us aurat ki taraf hi dekhe jaa raha tha. Fir woh usko bola-

Nainsukh: Kaisi hai bhabhi ji?

Tabhi woh boli: Theek hai sarkaar.

Nainsukh: Arre bhabhi ji, aap mujhe sarkaar mat bola kijiye, mujhe acha nahi lagta. Aap mujhe Nainsukh hi bola kijiye.

Fir Nainsukh ne trey se paani ka glass uthaya, aur usko peene laga. Paani peete hue bhi usko aankhen us aurat ke boobs par ghoom rahi thi. Saaf pata chal raha tha ki Nainsukh ki neeyat us aurat par kharaab thi.

Paani peene ke baad Nainsukh ne glass us aurat ke aage kiya, aur bola-

Nainsukh: Ye lijiye glass. Paani bahut meetha hai aapke ghar ka. Ya tu kahu ki aapke hath lagne se meetha ho gaya.

Jab woh aurat glass Nainsukh ke hath se pakadne lagi, to Nainsukh ne uske hath par apna hath fer diya. Ab mujhe yakeen ho gaya tha ki Nainsukh usko chodna chaahta tha. Fir usne dobara us aadmi ko bola-

Nainsukh: Haa bhai, bol ab paise ka kaise karega?

Woh aadmi: Sarkaar, main jaldi hi de doonga.

Nainsukh: Dekh mujhe to abhi chahiye. Aur agar paise nahi de sakta to koi aur cheez dede jisko bech kar main paise wasool kar saku.

Woh aadmi: Sarkaar, aisi koi cheez mere paas nahi hai.

Nainsukh: Dhyan se dekh, tere paas hai ek keemti cheez.

Woh aadmi soch mein pad gaya.

Nainsukh: Nahi samjha?

Woh aadmi: Nahi sarkaar.

Nainsukh: Teri ye biwi.

Ye sun kar woh aadmi hairan ho gaya.

Iske aage kya hua, ye aapko agle part mein pata chalega. Agar aapko kahani ka maza aaya ho, to kahani ko like zaroor kariyega aur mujhse baat karne ke liye 📲 mujhe call bhi zaroor kariyega. Main aapki sex life ko mazedaar bana doongi, isliye mujhe call kijiye.

As you read in the previous part, I fucked Mrs Sharma’s pussy on the balcony. Priya fucked Mrs Sharma at the same time in her ass with strap-on. After the sex, we all collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap on the balcony floor.

A few minutes later, Priya got up, walked over to me, sat on my face, and began to suck my dick. My dick felt so nice on her lips that it became hard again, even though I had just cum in her Bhabhi’s pussy. Like a porn star, Priya was sucking me in.

Priya would sometimes kiss my dick head, and other times she would take my entire dick in her mouth. We started sucking one other in the 69 position. I was on the verge of a cumming again. But Bhabhi abruptly interrupted us and said.

Mrs Sharma: Let’s go inside. Someone might see us here on the balcony.

Priya was hesitant to enter and preferred to enjoy herself on the balcony instead. But Bhabhi persuaded her to enter the house. I requested them not to do it in Bhabhi’s house. I realized that her husband was still asleep in their bedroom and that he would catch us.

Me: But Bhabhi, your husband is sleeping in your bedroom. He could catch us if we do it in your house.

Priya: Then let’s go to my house.

We all agreed and went to Priya’s house.

Once inside Priya’s house, Mrs Sharma suggested we try some taboo roleplay and pretend that I was her stepson and Priya was her daughter. We couldn’t resist the forbidden nature of the idea. I couldn’t wait to fuck with renewed vigour.

I asked Priya and Mrs Sharma to beg me to fuck them harder by calling me ‘Stepson’ and ‘Stepbro.’ They agreed. I asked Priya and Mrs Sharma to go inside the bedroom and strip off the clothes while I drank some water. After drinking a glass of water, I came back.

I stood at the entrance of the bedroom, taking in the sight before me. Priya lay on her back, naked from head to toe, her legs spread wide as she beckoned me with a finger. Her pussy glistened with arousal. I could see how wet and ready she was for me.

But what really caught my attention was Mrs Sharma kneeling between Priya’s thighs. She had a firm grip on Priya’s hips, holding her in place as she devoured her pussy with enthusiasm. Her tongue darted in and out, swirling around her clit. Priya moaned in pleasure at each flick of Mrs Sharma’s skilled tongue.

I could feel myself getting harder at the sight, my cock aching to be inside one of their warm, wet holes. I walked over to the edge of the bed and grabbed a handful of Mrs Sharma’s hair, pulling her away from Priya’s pussy.

“Enough teasing,” I said with a smirk. “It’s my turn now.”

Mrs Sharma looked up at me with a wicked glint in her eyes. She licked her lips slowly before releasing Priya from her hold and sitting back on her heels.

“Of course, stepson,” she purred. “You deserve to have your cock sucked by both your naughty stepmother and stepsister.”

The way Mrs Sharma played along with our taboo roleplay sent a shiver down my spine. It felt so wrong yet so incredibly hot like we were indulging in our deepest fantasies without any consequences.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, tossing them aside haphazardly as I climbed onto the bed. Priya sat up and took my throbbing cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. She looked up at me with those innocent yet seductive eyes.

“Mmm… look at how hard he is for us,” she cooed to Mrs Sharma. “I think my stepbro needs a good, thorough sucking to start with, Mom.”

Mrs Sharma nodded in agreement, a hungry look on her face. She leaned forward and gently kissed the tip of my cock, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Then she traced her tongue along the length of my shaft, from base to tip and back again.

I groaned in pleasure at the sensation. My hands reached out to grab a handful of both Mrs Sharma’s and Priya’s hair. I pulled them closer, wordlessly urging them to take more of me into their mouths. Priya was the first to oblige.

She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and gave it a playful suck before taking more of me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me as she bobbed her head up and down. She was creating an incredible suction that had me seeing stars.

Not wanting Mrs Sharma to feel left out, I guided her head towards my balls. She took the hint and cupped them in her hand before taking one into her mouth and sucking gently. The dual sensations of Priya’s hot mouth on my cock and Mrs Sharma’s soft lips on my balls were driving me wild.

I let out a low growl as I felt myself getting close to the edge. I didn’t want to cum just yet. I wanted to savour every moment of this delicious threesome. So I pulled away from them gently but firmly.

“Not so fast,” I said breathlessly. “I want to fuck both of your tight little pussies before I cum.”

Mrs Sharma and Priya exchanged a knowing glance before shifting into position. Priya got on all fours at the edge of the bed, presenting her ass to me like an eager slut in heat. Mrs Sharma lay down on her back with her legs spread wide, inviting me to explore her dripping wet pussy.

The sight before me was almost too much to handle. Two gorgeous women, both completely at my mercy, ready and willing to be fucked in any way I desired. I didn’t waste any time.

I grabbed a handful of Priya’s ass and positioned myself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, I buried myself deep inside her tight ass. She let out a loud moan as I filled her, the sound music to my ears.

Priya: Ahhh, Stepbro, fuck me harder. Ahh, fill up your stepsister’s pussy with hot cum.

Not wanting Mrs Sharma to feel left out, I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I nibbled on it gently before giving it a firm suck, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

Mrs Sharma: Ah, Suck on your mommy’s boobs, stepson, just like that.

Then, without any warning, I plunged two fingers into her dripping wet cunt.

Mrs Sharma: Oh my god, your fingers feel so good inside me, stepson.

Mrs Sharma’s whole body trembled with pleasure. I fingered her relentlessly. Her moans grew louder with each thrust of my fingers, mingling with the sounds of my hips slapping against Priya’s ass. I fucked her hard and fast.

Mrs. Sharma: Ah, fuck your mommy just like that. Oh yes…

Priya: Ah, Mom, Stepbro is fucking my ass really hard, ahhh I think I am going to cum.

The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of sex and the symphony of our combined moans and sighs. Time seemed to stand still. We lost ourselves in the heat of the moment. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge of ecstasy.

I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls that signalled my impending release. The sensations were almost too much to bear. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire with pleasure. With one final deep thrust, I let go.

My body tensed up as ropes of hot cum shot out from me, filling Priya’s ass. She cried out in pleasure as she felt me empty myself inside her. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. The sight and sound of Priya climaxing under my touch was more than Mrs Sharma could handle.

She arched her back and let out a scream. She, too, succumbed to the overwhelming sensation of her orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, milking them for all they were worth. She rode out her release.

Mrs Sharma: Ah, Oh my god, He is making me cum too, Priya. My stepson is making me cum.

We collapsed in a heap on the bed, panting heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat. It felt like we had just run a marathon, our bodies spent and satisfied after an incredible round of fucking. But little did I know, this was just the beginning of our wild, taboo-filled night together.