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WARNING: Extreme Scat and Incest is only for mature audiences who have reached ‘The Zone.’ Content can be disturbing and gross for some readers. Please skip this story if you are a casual reader and don’t want your memories to be scarred.

Before I begin the story, let me articulate the state of mind I call ‘The Zone.’ Every human being in every line of work at some point in their life gets into this unique state of mind, be it a sportsperson, scholar, writer, Philosopher, or scientist.

The Zone I’m referring to is sexual madness. It is a moment where you are in the grasp of unimaginable deviant lust. It is an exhilarating state of mind. It is also a state of madness that consumes a person, transcending him/her to do acts for pure pleasure.

Once the madness passes, the same acts of pleasure and lust seem completely repulsive and depraved. Getting into the zone is like being on a rare and powerful drug. Once a person experiences ‘The Zone’, the heights or rather the depths to which it brings you are incomprehensible.

No other experience in this world holds a candle to it. My name is Pooja. I’m 38 years old and have a very athletic body. Taking care of myself has always been a priority for me. I got pregnant when I was 21, never married but decided to have my son.

Money was never a problem for us. My parents accepted Kaushik as their grandson. I moved to Norway, so things were easy in society for Mum and Dad.

Kaushik is now an adult. We are intimate with each other and explore kinks like water sports and scat sex. I’m skipping the details of how all of this began, as that’s a story for another day.

One day, Kaushik told me about his girlfriend Freya and how she enjoys the scat fetish. I asked Kaushik if he could get her home and explore the possibility of a threesome. Kaushik was excited about the idea but was sceptical of Freya’s participation.

He decided to bring her home for lunch this weekend and allow things to develop organically. It was a Saturday afternoon. Freya and Kaushik entered the home, and I greeted her with a warm smile. We both hit it off right. It did not feel like Freya and I were strangers.

We went to the movies and shopping and then returned home in the evening. I said good night to my son and Freya and started heading towards my room. Both Freya and Kaushik stopped me and insisted that I spend more time with them. I told them that they could enjoy the evening with some privacy.

I needed a bath before I hit the bed. I finished the bath, opened the room door and shouted, “Good Night, Kids.” Freya responded and said, “Hey, Mum, why don’t you give us a good night hug?” I was in my bathrobe. I tied the belt and walked towards the living room.

Our house was small yet rustic and beautiful. Kaushik and Freya were hugging and lying next to the fireplace under a blanket. I bent over and kissed them both, and said, “Good Night.” Then Kaushik held my hand and said, “Come on, Mom, just for a bit, sit with us.”

I stretched out on Freya’s side in front of the fire, Supporting my head with one hand and elbow to the floor. There was wine and some cheese to nimble. I sipped the wine slowly, getting comfortable with my son and his girlfriend. I shifted to get more comfortable.

Suddenly, my bathrobe fell from my feet, exposing my thighs. Kaushik started to rub them. Freya was confused as to why I was not reacting to Kaushik massaging my thigh.

Kaushik kept escalating things and reached my pussy, then looked at Freya. It was a telepathic conversation between both. Kaushik was telling Freya that he was intimate with his mother and wanted her to accept things.

Now, I looked into Freya’s eyes. I  hoped for her to acknowledge and accept this love between me and my son. No words were exchanged. Freya’s eyes were brimming with love and compassion. As a woman, I knew she was ok with what was happening.

I kept my wine glass aside as it was almost empty and pulled Freya towards me. We both kissed passionately, sucking each other’s tongues. Freya was a magician with her tongue play. She licked the wine off my lips and even passed some of her spit in my mouth.

Freya broke the kiss and said, “Sorry, I will be back in a minute. I need to pee.” I held Freya’s hand and asked her not to go as it would ruin the mood. Freya said she could not hold it back any longer. I then splashed the little wine that was left in the glass and said, “Use this”.

Freya looked at Kaushik with her eyes wide open, and he nodded. She then squatted and opened her pussy lips, and the pee started to trickle into the glass. Freya looked at my animated face full of pure lust as she emptied her bladder.

Kaushik was finger fucking me and massaging my clit.

Freya emptied herself into the glass. Freya then stood up with the full glass of golden piss and searched for a place to keep it safely. I then said, “I shall take my glass back if you don’t mind, please.”

Freya then said, “I’m sorry Mrs,” I stopped her and told her to call me “Mom,” to which she smiled and agreed. I smelled the golden piss. The crackling fire gave the glass a divine glow as if it was nectar from Mount Olympus or Valhalla, as the Nords say.

I dipped my red lips in the glass and took a sip of the fresh warm piss. I closed my eyes to savour the warm flavour in my mouth and swallowed it. I then passed the glass to Kaushik. He copied me in smelling the glass and sipping the pee. Like they say, the apple does not fall too far from the tree.

Kaushik then handed the glass to Freya. She just chugged the entire glass in a sip and burped ungracefully like it was some cheap beer. We then undressed ourselves and started running our hands on each other’s bodies.

The warmth from the fire, the crackling sound of the burning logs, the smell of piss in our mouths, and the shadows of us exploring the bodies on the walls. It was simply beautiful. Freya and I then started to play with Kaushik’s dick. I sucked his balls while she deep-throated him.

We exchanged the organs now and then. Kaushik then asked me to get into a doggy style. Freya joined Kaushik as he caressed my ass and spanked it softly. He opened the crack and sniffed my ass. Freya then came in position and kissed my ass hole.

I knew this was Freya as soon as the warm tongue touched my butt. The way she rimmed my ass was nothing short of a heavenly experience. Kaushik gave me a pillow for my hands so I could lower my shoulders and get comfortable.

While Freya sucked on my ass, Kaushik went behind Freya’s ass and had his finger buried deep in her bum hole. Kaushik then made Freya come next to me. We both kissed with our asses protruding in the air for Kaushik to explore. “So, whose bum hole is better?” I asked.

Very difficult question for Kaushik to choose between his mum and girlfriend. He looked at our holes and said, “Freya’s hole is pink and smooth, just like how yours was when I was a boy. You both have cute assholes, Mom.” Freya said she wanted to observe Kaushik working his tongue on me.

She left my company while I remained with my ass pointing at their faces. Kaushik started to work. I’m sure Freya could say that we were long-time lovers by how we synced with each other. Kaushik pressed his tongue hard against the brown wrinkled hole of dark desire.

I started relaxing my muscles, pushing my hips to get his tongue deeper into my rectal chamber. I could feel his tongue circling the inside walls of my ass hole. I could sense Kaushik’s tongue sense something inside my ass hole just out of reach.

I loved teasing my son, so I ensured his tongue did not touch the piece of shit he was trying to suck by pulling it in. I could then hear Kaushik say,” Would you like to finger my mum’s butt hole, darling.”  Immediately the different sizes of the fingers and the delicate sensation were felt by my ass.

Freya buried her middle finger deep inside and twisted it.  Kaushik then asked her, “Did you find anything?” Freya responded, “Yes.” She carefully twisted her finger and pulled out a soft brown peanut butter-like paste stuck to the top of her finger.

Freya was just about to put the finger in her mouth. Kaushik stopped her. He then called for me and said, “Mom, look at what Freya found.” he continued, “Mom, I think Frey thought you would get embarrassed. The truth is Frey, and I experiment a lot with scat sex. Now, Mom, don’t you think you should tell Freya how I developed the taste for this madness?”

I just smiled at both of them and smacked my lips, looking at Freya’s finger smeared with my shit. Kaushik then held Freya’s hand and got the finger near my mouth, and I sucked on it for some time.

I then looked Freya in the eyes and said, “There’s more where this came from. Don’t be disappointed.”Kaushik and Freya then started inserting their fingers, circling them inside to find what they could. The smell of piss and shit was in the air. It was as if the spell for madness was cast. All of us had entered “THE ZONE” where there were no boundaries. Nothing was gross, filthy, nasty or dirt. Everything that happened next was pure lust and pleasure.

With all the fingering and sucking on my ass, I was ready to explore, Freya was sucking my ass, and she almost got a turd in her mouth. I shouted that I could no longer hold back. Kaushik got the plate which had some cheese we nibbled with wine and kept it between my legs.

Freya took some shit from the plate and smeared it on her boobs, then sucked on her fingers, winking at me and Mom. The three of us decided to enjoy our bodies by fingering the holes instead of fucking. I then said, “Who can’t wait anymore? Who is Next?” Both Kaushik and Freya lifted their hands, and all of us started laughing.

Kaushik said he had to pee, and Freya said she wanted to poop. So, I decided that Kaushik was a high priority and would go first. Both Freya and I got on our knees, Mouths wide open, right next to the fire with Kaushik standing in front of us.

He then started to fill Freya’s mouth until it overflowed. He aimed his stream in my mouth. We both gargled the pee as we swallowed it. I then playfully pushed Freya on her shoulder, toppling her over her back. I fell next to her and asked her how she wanted to play next.

I made Freya sit Indian style and opened my mouth in between her legs, then with an assertive tone, I told Freya, “Shit for me, my darling daughter, Shit in your mom’s mouth, please.” Kaushik then opened Freya’s ass apart, and I could see her hole opening up.

“I am shitting, Fuck! Mom, I am shitting in your mouth,” Freya exclaimed. A round short turd came out of Freya’s ass and then quickly disappeared again. Freya put more pressure, and it fell in my mouth. I spat the shit on my palm then Kaushik kissed me deeply.

I then held all the shit that came out of Freya’s bum hole in my hands and placed the long pieces of turn on her tummy. It was crazy. We were in the grasp of the madness and deep in ‘The Zone.’

Freya then looked and me and Kaushik and Said, “Mom, Kaushik, I want to get so fucking dirty and nasty. I want to do the filthiest things possible will you join me.”

I looked at Freya and said, “Yes, darling, anything my sweet daughter wants”. Freya then pulled me towards her and whispered. I slapped her wrist and said, “You dirty Piglet.”

Kaushik got curious and said, “Hey, tell me what you told Mom.” We both giggled and ignored Kaushik. Freya was now the master of ceremony for the remaining evening. She ordered Kaushik to get some pillows and instructed me to lay on my back with my legs wide open.

Freya then pointed towards a big piece of turd on her stomach and asked Kaushik to sniff it deeply and kiss it. He followed Freya’s instructions to the T.

Freya then ordered my son to insert the turd in my pink pussy, which was wide open and glistering in its juices. Kaushik slowly started to push the turd in my cunt, and when my pussy was full of Freya’s shit, she came to inspect.

Freya then said to Kaushik, “Fuck your mom’s cunt which is full of my shit” The way Freya ordered him triggered the demon, and my son started to fuck me roughly until he came into me.

Kaushik removed my dick which was covered in my pussy juices, Freya’s Shit, and his cum. Freya and I got on her knees and sucked his Dick clean, and we both kissed.

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Please read the first part if you haven’t already.

Kavya eagerly waits for Rohan to come home, excited to tell him the news. Just as she responds to the doorbell and Rohan enters the house, Kavya says, “Do you remember I spoke to you about my best friend, Amina?”

Rohan smiles and says, “Your childhood friend. She was blessed with a baby girl three months back, around the same time we got married.”

Kavya continues, “Yes. She’s back from her parent’s house, and she’s in town. I told her I wanted to visit her. But she said no. It seems her husband decided that they were relocating to Canada, and he will be leaving for Canada this weekend. He’ll settle first and then take them there. Her parents left for Saudi to be with her sister for a few weeks. Since she’ll be with a newborn baby all alone, I told her she can live with us till her parents are back. But I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before I told her.”

Rohan cuts her and says, “This is your house. You don’t have to ask me. The only thing I want is that our time together should not be compromised.”

She feels so proud of having someone like him as her life partner.

“When will they come?” he inquires.

“Friday,” Kavya responds.

When Rohan walks into the house on Friday evening, he sees Kavya chatting with a lady in their living room and guesses that to be Amina. They exchange pleasantries and have dinner.

Kavya says that she’d like to sleep in the guest room with her friend for today as she wants to catch up on stuff.

The next morning, Kavya enters the bedroom, where Rohan is sleeping with their usual dose of morning coffee. Rohan quips, “Looks like you guys were up all night.”

Kavya nods and says, “Amina is having a peculiar problem.” Rohan looks at her with a question mark on his face. “She’s lactating more milk than her baby can consume. As a result, her breasts are becoming heavier and painful. She was struggling all night,” Kavya continues.

“Gosh! What all are you talking to me?” Rohan playfully teases her. He’s pleased with the fact that his wife feels totally comfortable discussing everything with him.

Kavya gently smacks him on his shoulder and says, “Shut up and listen. It seems she’d feel better if she drained out the excess milk after her baby is fed. But the process of manually doing it or using the breast pump is making her sore. The entire night, we were trying out things to make her feel comfortable so we could sleep, but nothing worked.”

“Ok,” Rohan says indicating her to continue.

“It seems she felt better when her hubby sucked her breasts during the foreplay, even though he did that briefly,” Kavya pauses. Rohan feels a bit uncomfortable with the amount of detail that Kavya is sharing about Amina.

Kavya continues, “So, I was thinking if you could help…” and looks at him.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you even understand what you’re saying? How can you even think of this?” Rohan instantly shouts and tries to get up and walk away.

Kavya holds his hand, stops him and says, “Baby, I know it’s not appropriate. But try to understand the trust and love I have for you that is making me ask this. Also, as you know, Amina is a very good friend. I promise it won’t spoil our relationship.”

“On the contrary, my respect and love for you would only increase. You’re doing something just because I’m asking, even though it is against the immense love you have for me.”

While Rohan calms a bit, he still can’t digest this, “All that is fine, but I can’t do it. It’s not being faithful to my love. It’s cheating.”

“It’s not. I’m asking you to do it. I’m fully aware of this, so how can it be cheating? Besides, I know your love for me is more than I can imagine,” Kavya replies.

“No,” Rohan says, as he doesn’t want to do it but runs out of reasons. “Please,” Kavya pleads.

He doesn’t know how else to change her thoughts, so he says, “Let’s say I agree and I do it. What if it goes beyond that, and I end up having sex with her?”

“Given the situation, it’s understandable, and I’m ok with that,” Kavya casually responds.

“But it’s so embarrassing to face her after this. Given she’s your friend, we’ll be meeting often.”

Kavya says, “They’re relocating to Canada. So that won’t be an issue.”

She seemed to have thought it through. Rohan thinks and gives one last try to see if that works. “I’m sure Amina won’t agree to this,” he says confidently.

“Why do you think we didn’t sleep last night? I was convincing her. Thank you for agreeing, baby. You’re a real sweetheart. So here’s the plan. If I’m around, you both would be uncomfortable. So, I’ll go out for 4 hours after having breakfast, and you can do it. Remember, she’s very embarrassed and shy. So you’ve to approach first.”

Rohan is totally lost at the turn of events.

At the breakfast table, Rohan and Amina are completely silent. They aren’t even making eye contact. Kavya tries to make some small talk, but they only respond in monosyllable. Before they realise it, they find themselves in the home all by themselves.

As Kavya leaves, Rohan goes into his room, and Amina goes into the guest room. Amina feeds the baby, puts her to sleep and sits on the bed thinking about all this. She’s still in two minds and is very embarrassed. In the other room, Rohan doesn’t want to take the lead.

He wants to while away the time so that it doesn’t happen. After a few minutes, Amina feels that her breasts are becoming heavier and painful. She’s increasingly wanting to break the ice and approach Rohan as the pain is increasing.

She can’t take the pain anymore and walks out of the room and knocks Rohan’s room. Rohan knows it’s Amina. He opens the door and says, “Hi.” Amina doesn’t know what to say. She waits for a few seconds and then says, “It’s really painful.”

Rohan moves aside and says, “Please come in.” Amina says, “Shall we go to the guest room? Just in case the baby wakes up?” She walks to the guest room without waiting for him.

As Rohan follows Amina, he sees her for the first time. She’s plump and curvy as she still has her pregnancy weight. She’s wearing pyjamas and a nightshirt. The outline of her waist and the spread around her ass are clearly visible. The way her butt was jiggling is making her look even more sexier.

He follows her and they both enter the room. There’s an awkward silence. They don’t know how to begin. Rohan finally takes the lead. He holds her hand, leads her to the bed and sits on the edge of the bed. He can feel her hand trembling while her chest movement is apparent with her heavy breaths of anticipation.

The sight of her boobs going up and down are so erotic. He gently pulls her closer to him, so close that her boobs almost touch his face. He could see the outline of her nipples from the thin fabric. That was the first time he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He begins to unbutton her shirt completely and can see her dusky skin. She’s plump and curvy. As he moves one of the sides of her shirt aside, he gets a glorious view of her boob. It’s full, firm with brown areola and erect dark nipple. He could see goosebumps all over her.

He looks at her as if he’s asking her permission. That gesture of his melts Amina completely. Without saying a word, she moves forward and positions herself such that her nipple is close to his lips. She’s eagerly waiting to feel his lips and tongue.

The purpose was to have him suckle her breasts and empty them. But she’s keen that he fondles them and goes beyond what they met for. The anticipation is giving goosebumps all over her body, making her nipples taut and her pussy wet.

She thinks, “Gosh, my body has a mind of its own.” For a moment, forgets that her breasts are paining. Carefully, without touching her with his hands, Rohan puts his lips on her nipples and gently begins to suck. An electric current flows all over her body, and her body quivers at his touch.

As he begins to suck, a mildly warm liquid gushes into his mouth that has a subtle sweetness to it. It’s a first-time experience for Rohan and he’s beginning to enjoy this. At the same time, the way Rohan’s lips are pulling and pressing her nipples with an occasional feel of his teeth is making Amina go mad.

She’s got very sensitive breasts. On top of it, Rohan’s gentleness is making her go even more crazy. She gently holds his wrists. Rohan thinks that she wants him to stop. But Amina takes his hands and places them on the back of her waist as if gesturing him to hold her and hug her.

Rohan grabs her and pulls her closer. Amina loves the way he does that and expresses her approval with a gentle moan. Rohan now moves to the other breast, and this time, while sucking it, he grabs the other breast and fondles it. His other hand is now over her butt, trying to grab it.

They now crossed whatever blurred line was there between them. His hand continues to grope her butt. Slowly, he slides his hand into her pyjama. That’s when he realises that she doesn’t have a panty on her. As he’s sucking her nipples, his hand explores her butt crack.

His middle finger slides all along to touch the tip of her pussy. He finds it dripping wet and loves the way Amina complimented his actions.

In no time, he pulls her pyjamas down, and she wilfully helps him. By then, he has emptied her breasts.

Amina eagerly makes him stand and removes his t-shirt and shorts. She doesn’t want to waste even a single moment. As she pulled his underwear down, she could see his cock spring out. She lovingly grabs it and strokes it.

Rohan says, “Let me get a condom.”

She says, “You won’t need that. As I’m still lactating, I’m safe.”

He gently pushes over the bed and gets between her legs. He runs his fingers over her pussy and begins to stimulate her clit using his index finger. She’s so turned on that in no time, she groans out loud and bursts into an orgasm. He could see white sticky fluid flow out of her pussy.

He never saw that with Kavya so he finds it amusing. He lovingly rubs the juices all over her pussy. “I want you inside me,” Amina says.

“Not so soon,” Rohan teasingly says and proceeds to insert his index and middle finger into her pussy. As he starts to finger her, he bends down and starts to flick her clit using the tip of his tongue. In no time, she’s nearing a second orgasm. He abruptly stops.

“Don’t kill me. Please fuck me,” Amina begs. He obliges by getting up and placing his dick over her pussy entrance. She eagerly grabs it and starts to guide him into her. As his cock is sliding into her pussy, she lets out a soft moan.

Once completely in her, he lies over her with his entire body weight crushing her, and they kiss for the first time. Rohan crushed her on the bed, passionate kisses on her lips and a rock-hard cock in her pussy. Probably this is what is called heaven, Amina thinks.

Rohan starts to fuck her while continuing to kiss her. His movements become intense, and so are her moans.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks Amina.

“In me. Every single drop in me,” Amina responds.

In no time, his body stiffens, and his cock begins to spew cum into her pussy. The feeling of the warm fluid pushes her to another orgasm. Totally spent up, he falls over her and they hug each other right.

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“Nothing, I was being silly and impulsive,” responds Deepak.

“You always were. It’s kinda surprising that you’re not as spontaneous now as you used to be,” says Karthik and looks at Kishen, who he sees is visibly upset.

“What happened, Kishen?” asks Karthik. “Is everything alright?”

“Ye…yes.”

“You don’t seem so.”

“OK then. I want to get this off my chest. You told about how you are not a mother-fucker-minded pervert,” says Kishen.

“Yes…so?”

“Can I ask you something? You may get angry. But you have to be absolutely honest.”

“Go ahead,” responds Karthik as both Deepak and Tariq listen in to what Kishen would ask.

“If Maya aunty asks you for sex. Would you oblige?”

“She won’t.”

“But what if she does and Shalini Didi is OK with it?”

“I guess then I would have to oblige.”

“Do you find that prospect exciting?”

“Absolutely not! What’s your point?”

“I will get to that in a minute. Even Tariq has an elder sister. There’s about 10 year age gap between them. Let’s assume Tariq and Farah Didi get pretty close, exactly like you and Shalini Didi. However, unlike you and Shalini Didi, they decided to do it or engage in ‘mutual masturbation’ like Tariq mentioned. Would you call that perversion?”

“No, absolutely not. Coz I know the bro-sis dynamic.”

“Exactly! And a similar dynamic could happen with mom-son also, right?”

“I guess, but what’s your point?” asks Karthik.

“My point is. If it’s consensual, it ain’t perversion!”

“OK, so?”

“So don’t worry about us judging you as a ‘mother-fucker minded pervert’.All you’ve done is share your idea about your mother being satisfied with her loneliness and sex depravity.”

“OK, appreciate that detailed explanation. But you sound a little hyper. Is everything all right?” asks a concerned Karthik.

“Nothing. Everything’s good,” responds Kishen with a fake smile that the other three knew was fake.

“OK, I have to get home now. I don’t want to miss my opportunity to shag,” jokes Karthik. He boards a public bus back home. Kishen, Tariq and Deepak wave him bye.

Tariq notices Kishen is still rather feeling off.

“So, Kishen. How was it like to lose your virginity?” Tariq asks as if he knew everything.

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, dude. Don’t hide it. I know you’ve had it. You may have been a virgin the last time I met you. But you sure got some pussy after that.”

“How do you know?”

“Like I said, I’ve become good at observing people. Thanks to Raj.” Tariq responds.

Kishen is taken aback by hearing Tariq openly referring to Deepak’s dad by his name. From what Tariq had told him the last time, the relationship between Tariq, Raj’s uncle (Deepak’s dad) and Hema aunty (Deepak’s mom) was kept a secret from Deepak.

Looking at a confused Kishen, Deepak chuckles and says, “It’s fine, bro. I know everything now. I’m in it too.”

“What? I had my doubts looking at the way you two were acting,” says a surprised Kishen.

They notice that Kishen isn’t as excited as they’d hoped he’d be when they’d reveal to him their secret. They felt something was bothering him.

“So, you tell me, when, how, and who did you fuck?” Tariq asks.

“No, you tell me. How do you know for sure that I lost my virginity?”

“Because if you hadn’t, you’d be behind me, desperate for an update on your request.”

“What request?”

“Ha, you even forgot. You asked me for a chance to do it with my mom, remember?” (part 2)

Kishen realizes he’d completely forgotten about it because of all the sex he’s been getting.

“So, you want to tell us about who you had sex with?’ Tariq presses. “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“So, if I don’t tell, won’t you be angry with me?”

“Why?”

“Because you told me your secrets. And you’ve updated me about Deepak joining your circle. Wouldn’t it be unfair of me to hide my secret from you? Won’t it look like I don’t trust you as much as you two trust me?” asks Kishen.

“Hey, nothing like that. Because your secret is not yours alone, it is also the person who you’ve indulged with.”

“You said it, bro. So I can’t tell you everything. I’m very glad you understand,” says Kishen, although he wanted so much to reveal everything to Tariq.

“No probs bro. But how was the experience?”

“It was and is always amazing,” responds Kishen. “How did you bring Deepak into your circle of his dad and mom? If you don’t mind saying.”

“He caught me and Hema aunty. Shit hit the fan. But then everything went down smoothly.” (Part 4)”

“I see. Fidah aunty knows about all this?” asks Kishen.

“Yeah, Fidah aunty is in it, too. I fucked her hard,” responds Deepak with a wide smile.

“Oh my God! So, what Tariq wanted finally came true, eh?” Kishen says with a smile.

Deepak and Tariq notice that Kishen is still not as excited as he should’ve been. Deep inside, Kishen fears that his best friends would despise him if he told them that he was a mother fucker.

“What’s bothering you, man? Tell us,” says Deepak.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Ya right! It’s what Karthi said, right?” asks Tariq.

Kishen remains silent.

“Hey, that horny fucker may very well be having the hots for his mom too, or sister,” says Deepak.

“So, won’t that make him a bad person in your eyes?” asks Kishen.

“No, I may have been disgusted by it had I been the same person before joining the circle. But as you said, as long as it remains a harmless fantasy or is truly consensual, I don’t see anything wrong with incest,” clarifies Deepak.

“Do you have the hots for your mom?” Kishen asks Deepak.

“No, but she didn’t mind the idea of doing it with me,” responds Deepak.

“And it happened?” asks Kishen.

“No, because I didn’t consent to it,” says Deepak.

“See, I already told you that I have the hots for ammi, right? But did you despise me? Or think I’m a pervert?” Tariq asks Kishen.

“No,” Kishen says, feeling a little relieved to be assured by his best friends that they’d never be judgmental of him.

“So, aren’t you going to ask us if we’d let you join our circle?” Tariq asks Kishen. “Or, is the pussy you’re currently getting enough for you?”

“When has one pussy been enough for any dick?” asks Kishen. “But no, I don’t feel like asking to join your circle even though I very much want to. I don’t feel it’s right to join you guys without revealing my sexual secrets to you. But, hands tied, I’m helpless. I have to respect the privacy of those with whom I share my sexual secrets,” says Kishen.

“Those! There’s more than one person for you, too?” asks an excited Deepak.

“Yes, but please don’t ask me anything further. I have promised them not to tell anything to anyone,” says Kishen.

“We understand, bro. No problem,” says Tariq. “We’re glad that you’re also no more a virgin. Now, only Karthik is the remaining virgin in our gang.”

“We can’t be sure. I have serious suspicions. That fucker may very well be going at it. ‘Awkward situations,’ it seems.” jokes Deepak.

They laugh.

“He mostly is telling the truth. Poor dude. Feel sad for him,” says Tariq.

“I know, I was kidding,” says Deepak.

“Wanna come come to my house, Kishen?” asks Tariq. “You still don’t look cheerful enough. Deepak is coming. Ammi said she’s prepared a surprise for us.”

“Must be a sexy surprise. So, my coming may not be ideal. She may not be expecting me.” says Kishen.

“Nothing sexy. Life is not a porn plot, Kishen. She probably prepared some dishes. Come along. She would be more than happy to see you,” assures Tariq.

Kishen, Tariq and Deepak head over to Tariq’s housing society. They ring the bell to his apartment and wait for Fidah to open. Expecting only Tariq and Deepak, Fidah opens the door with a wide, naughty grin. It’s very much unlike her reserved nature.

Seeing Kishen, her wide smile instantly fades, much to his notice. She tries not to let it show. She welcomes them in, projecting the reservations of a conservative Muslim woman. Kishen could totally tell she was not expecting him. It was as though his presence affected her plans.

She goes over to her room and calls Tariq over under the pretext of helping her search for something. Away from Kishen and Deepak sitting in the living room, she asks Tariq why he had to bring Kishen over. Tariq says he didn’t think it was a big deal since his circle didn’t plan any indulgences for the day.

It had also been a while since Kishen came over to his house. Tariq said he thought it would be good if Kishen, too, got a bit of the surprise dish Fidah made. Fidah clarifies to him that her surprise is not exactly something eatable. She asks him to have Kishen leave the house, “Sooner, the better.”

Vouching for Kishen, Tariq requests that she consider Kishen also for the surprise, “Whatever the surprise may be.” He reminds her about how excited she and Fidah were when he proposed the idea of adding Kishen to their circle (part 4).

Fidah declines her son’s request. Kishen is her close friend’s son, and she can’t do anything remotely sexual with him. From what she knew, Kishen was still an uncorrupted virgin. Tariq clarifies to her that he came to know a while back that Kishen was no more a virgin.

Surprised, Fidah asks for more details. Tariq tells her that Kishen didn’t detail much about his indulgences as he wanted to protect the privacy of the “persons” he was indulging with. Fidah didn’t expect to hear that Kishen got it going more than one person.

She asks Tariq if Kishen knows about her involvement in their circle. Tariq says he and Deepak revealed the state of their circle to Kishen because they trusted him. Fidah is taken aback.  She gets embarrassed and borderline annoyed by what Tariq did. She expected he’d at least ask her before revealing anything.

Fidah was unsure of what to do. She asks Tariq to go back to the living room. She became shy to face Kishen knowing that her close friend’s son knew about her naughty secret life. Soon enough, Fidah joins the boys in the living room. With a cup of coffee, she sits on the sofa adjacent to theirs.

Kishen could see from Fidah Aunty’s face that she was struggling to hide her shyness with sternness. He was sure Tariq told her whatever he’d told him earlier at the ground and that she knew he knew she knew. Awkward silence ensues wherein Kishen, too tries hard to conceal his shyness.

Breaking the silence, Fidah says, “Kishen, so Tariq tells me that you’ve ‘been there, done that’?”

Kishen could not help but blush and smile uncontrollably. He was surprised that Fidah aunty, of all people, had just initiated talking about sex with him. He’d always known and respected her to be a stern, reserved person. Kishen nods shyly.

“Talk, Kishen! Don’t be shy. We’re adults talking now. Don’t see me only as your friend’s mother.” says Fidah.

“Yes, aunty, things happened,” he responds without looking her in the eye for more than a couple of seconds.

“You boys have all grown up!” praises Fidah.

A long conversation ensued among the four of them. It began with small talk, mixed with gradual but increasing sprinkles of subtle adult innuendos, comments and jokes, mostly from Tariq and Deepak.

It helped Kishen and Fidah lose their shyness and awkwardness and get comfortable talking about adult stuff. However, Fidah could sense an underlying vigour in Tariq and Deepak to steer the conversation to a full-blown sex session.

Their talking points gradually shifted to their pasts. Fidah came to know better from Kishen how much Tariq shared with him. Fidah expressed to Kishen her deep gratitude towards Raj (Deepak’s psychologist father) for pulling Tariq out of his mental trauma.

Fidah also learned from Kishen that he knew (from Tariq) how the incident led to her becoming more liberal and closer to Tariq. Kishen said he’d also known about Tariq’s indulgence with Hema and Raj (Deepak’s parents—part 2).

He added that it was a surprise for him to learn a while back about Deepak and Fidah joining the circle. They narrated to Kishen the unexpected but hot circumstances that led to it (part 4). The recollection made everyone horny.

Kishen could sense they were as curious to know more about his “persons” as much as he was interested to know about their circle. “Obviously!” he thought. Knowing about other people’s sex lives sure delivers a special kind of horniness!

Kishen revealed only bits and pieces of his sexual journey. He was careful not to disclose the names or identities of the people involved in his past indulgences. Seeing Kishen being so secretive and choosing his words carefully, they grew more keen to know who he was actually fucking.

Fidah was concerned if Kishen was being pressured or manipulated to not reveal anything—like how Deepak had been subject to (part 4). They had no clue that Savi was one person Kishen fucked actively.

Their conversation then went philosophical. Kishen shared about how much he could discover his sexual self. Fidah, Deepak and Tariq agreed with him and shared how much their sexual selves matured. They all expressed gratefulness to the almighty for giving them the opportunity to live a life of sexual bliss.

With that, the manipulation concern that Fidah had was cleared. It was clear to her that whatever and whoever Kishen was doing, he’d been doing in free will. The conversation gradually elevated each of them to top-level arousal.

Their arousal steered the conversation further to them openly sharing and joking about their sexual preferences, kinks and fetishes. It was when Fidah glanced at the clock that she realized that about 1.5 hours passed. She had completely forgotten about the surprise she’d prepared for Deepak and Tariq.

But thanks to the conversation they had, she was convinced that Kishen sure was worthy to be given a share of the surprise. However, she was still hesitant. “What if Savi comes to know somehow that I, too, had a part in her son’s sex life? How might she take it? Am I risking my friendship here?” she wondered.

“So, Kishen, I know that Savi is quite liberal and all. But, does it concern you how things might turn out should she come to know about your sexcapades? Or does she already know?” asks Fidah.

Kishen did not see that question coming from Fidah. He feared answering the second question might raise suspicion. All he could think of was a way to dodge the question with a counter-question.

“May I know what makes you ask that?” Kishen asks Fidah.

“Well, I don’t want to take any chance risking my friendship with your mother,” answers Fidah.

“I understand, Fidah aunty. So I’d suggest let’s not take any chances.” Kishen says. It takes a few seconds for Kishen to realize his blunder. He just rejected Fidah’s subtle offer to join her circle, which was one of his prominent fantasies.

Realizing that he’d done it to protect his false sense of insecurity made him feel even more miserable. Fidah, on the other hand, could notice how Kishen’s demeanour changed ever so suddenly but subtly when she asked him the question about his mom finding out/knowing.

A part of her began to doubt remotely if Savi herself was one of the ‘persons’ in Kishen’s life. She was determined to find out, one way or another.

“So, what’s the surprise you’d planned for us, Ammi?” Tariq asks.

“Well, since Kishen doesn’t want to take any chance risking my friendship with Savi aunty, I think the surprise can wait until Kishen leaves. Hope you don’t mind, Kishen.”

“Of course not, aunty. I can understand,” says Kishen, trying to mask his sadness and horniness with a fake-looking smile. “In fact, I think I will leave now. It’s getting late,” he says and gets up.

Fidah didn’t want Kishen to leave, as she was rather determined to fish out more info from Kishen regarding his sex life. With a naughty smile, she says, “If you’re sure you won’t take any chance. I will let you witness the surprise.”

It was an offer Kishen’s horny self couldn’t decline. And he was just as curious as Deepak and Tariq as to what the surprise was.

Fidah excuses herself for a moment and proceeds to Tariq’s bedroom. After a few minutes, she calls the three to the room. The room has been kept chill with the AC on with a mild aroma of scented candles.

And sitting cross-legged at the centre of Tariq’s flower-sprinkled bed was a shy woman whose face was veiled in a fancy shawl. She wore nothing else. Her naked body was adorned from head to toe, only with Fidah’s ornaments and intricate henna work on both hands and legs.

A nude bride on her wedding night!

“Wow! Ammi, did you just find me a bride?” asks a hornified Tariq. “Who is she?”

“She’s not really meant for you, son. But you and Deepak are welcome to have a piece of her. See for yourself who she is. You two may unwrap the surprise.” Fidah says. She asks Kishen to go and sit on Tariq’s PC chair at the corner and ‘witness’ the surprise as they’d agreed.

She proceeds to sit next to him on the floor despite him courteously offering her the chair. Tariq and Deepak slowly approach the bedside and carefully lift the shawl off the woman’s head, revealing her face.

“Gauri,” Tariq utters in total astonishment.

The three young men are utterly surprised to know that it was the maid Gauri that Fidah had ‘made ready’ for them. They were equally surprised appealing and unexpected makeover that Gauri was in. Even Tariq couldn’t recognize her for a few seconds after seeing her.

He’d only ever seen her as a thin, sweaty maid who always wore dull clothing and a pale expression. Tariq knew that the abuse and exploitation he faced at the hands of her former husband—Dhonu Singh, the society watchman—was only a fraction of what she had been subject to.

Living as his submissive, illiterate wife, Gauri only knew how to sweep, mop, cook, and offer her body to his perversions. Be at the receiving end of his filthy, intoxicated aggression and pray tearfully at her plight. Tariq could see that the transformed Gauri that was sitting on his bed was genuinely happy.

There was a sparkle in her eyes. It was unlike the bleak, hopeless eyes Tariq saw back during that unfortunate day. (Part 2). He never got the courage to go up to her and talk to her, even as she’d frequent his house for the chores.

“How selfish of me,” he retrospected, even as he was very much relieved to know that she, too, appeared to be more than fine.

Fidah climatically reveals to them her secret little good deed. It turns out Fidah had done more than just freeing Gauri from Dhonu Singh by kicking him out of society with the help of her police brother, Altaf. Tariq was doing more than helping his ammi break free of her mindset and sexual suppression.

Fidah had been relaying to Gauri whatever she’d heard and learned from Tariq. Fidah had been mentally healing Gauri and opening her up to progressive thinking. After learning everything from Fidah, the young men’s respect and adoration towards her shot up by leaps and bounds.

With happy tears filling his eyes, Tariq looks at Fidah sitting in the corner next to Kishen. He instantly goes towards her, squats, and lunges his body on hers to hug her tights.

“Don’t hug me, son, hug Gauri. Show her what it is like to experience masculine tenderness. She’s looking forward to it. All she’s ever known is the vicious version of masculine lust. It took me a lot of patience and effort to make her even mentally perceive sex as something affectionate,” says Fidah, patting her son’s back.

Driven by an overflow of emotions triggered by wholesome revelations, Tariq frees Fidah from the clutches of his arms and goes back to Gauri. He kneels on the bedside and reaches out to her feet with both his hands. He begins kissing them apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Gauri. I should’ve thought about you while I healed from the trauma. You needed more healing than me. I’m ever grateful to ammi for doing what I should’ve done morally.” he says.

Gauri freezes at Tariq’s gesture. From childhood, she’s been brain-drilled into believing that it was the maids/servants like her who ought to do the feet kissing. And she never wanted Tariq, of all people, to do it.

She wished that she had served one of the several ‘rude’ masters/mistresses—or their offspring. An embarrassed Gauri tries to break her feet free from Tariq’s hold, but Fidah signals her to be still and let Tariq release his emotions.

Watching the naked, jewellery-adorned ‘bride’ being feet-worshipped by their best friend, Deepak and Kishen couldn’t help but get hard. Deepak strips in seconds and looks Gauri, Fidah and Kishen impatiently while stroking his dick. “Get over with it, you emotional sissy! I want to fuck.” he says.

Fidah laughs. “Hold on! Gauri wishes to be fucked by someone else. You two have to warm her up for him. Follow my instructions.” orders Fidah. “And Kishen, although you’re just going to sit back and watch, you’re welcome to free your horny dick from suffocating under your pants,” she adds.

To be continued. Feedback: [email protected].

Hey everyone, Ramya again. First of all, apologies for writing this part after a long gap. I was a bit busy with my personal and professional life. Thanks for the emails and messages. There were a lot of them. I almost replied to all the emails that I got. Thanks again. New readers, do read the previous parts to know what is happening.

Disclaimer:- This part might be a bigger one as breaking this part is not feasible for me. Without further ado, let me jump into the story.

I woke up as usual the next day. Then I went and freshened up. Thought of waking my son up, I but felt like letting him sleep. He was very active yesterday, haha. Also, I was a bit awkward to wake him up now after what we did last night.

I made my coffee and sat down to see the highlights of last night’s football match. After some time, my son came down and I was already prepared. I thought he was going to be all over me and kiss me etc. Well, nothing happened. He was as awkward as me, if not more.

We both were silent for some time. I could see his face turning weird and he was struggling to keep eye contact with me. Well, it was a bit weird to me too. I asked, “Coffee?”. He said, “Yes”. Then I went and made one and he was there sipping it and later, the lunch also ended silently.

After a long time, he said, “Sorry, I am just weird around you now”.

I asked, “You don’t have to. Did you not like it yesterday? If not, we can stop”.

He immediately said, “No ma, it was wonderful. I never felt happiness like this before (Not gonna lie, I was blushing when he said that). It’s just you are my mom and now my girlfriend too. But I don’t know how to say this. Can we do things like a couple?”

I got his point, “Yes, totally, We can do anything we want if it is risk-free. I won’t lie, it’s awkward for me too. It always happens in any relationship. We have to cross this phase to shed our awkwardness. I have an idea. I will place our old postbox in the hall. You can write anything for us to do and drop it there. We can try to do it. Drop it before I finish dinner.” He nodded.

Then I put the old postbox and went to make dinner. After 20 minutes or so, I saw him putting the paper inside it and nimbling away to his room. After a few minutes, I opened it, picked up the note, and went to the kitchen. It read, “Ma, I always wanted to go on a date with a beautiful woman all day and come back home for a wonderful night. Can we do it? I want my first ever date with you, the gorgeous one I know. Also, can you be modern when we go out? Please wear your jeans ma.”

I was surprised. It was very gentle. I expected something vulgar or bad. I was a bit happy that he was still a cute gentle fellow with small sweet wishes. A bit sad too I was to see he never went on a date. He looked good, tall, well built but he went on zero dates. Well, if my son was this awkward around women, there was no way he would get a date.

I decided to break that awkwardness from him and also give him a good time.

We had dinner. He was a bit nervous. After some time, I sat in front of him and said, “I read your note and I’m fine with it. And your special request to be modern is granted. Make it a memorable one”.

He said, “Thanks ma”. Then I stood up and kissed his forehead and said, “Anything for you da, no need to say thanks”. He smiled and kissed my cheeks and his hands were at my butt. I quickly stopped him and said, “Let’s save our energy for tomorrow. Take a rest today.” His face dropped. Poor thing. He started to leave.

Then I held his hands and said, “Don’t be sad. We can have only one kiss now and we can do others tomorrow. Only if you initiate.” (I wanna explain why I did that. I just wanted him to get confidence and break the awkwardness. Only when you initiate, you get comfortable and confident. I want my son to excel in everything and even in this).

He grabbed my face and kissed my lips. He was rough as usual. I just let him do his way. Then he opened my mouth, pushed his tongue inside my mouth, and caressed my tongue. I stood on my toes to reach him further. Then he pulled me closer to him and slid his hands inside my t-shirt (oh yes, I was wearing a t-shirt and pajama).

He held my waist and pinched me. I’m a bit sensitive to my hips and fell on him. He finally stopped. We were breathing heavily. Then he came closer to me and started to kiss me again. I stopped him and said, “That was good. Now let’s stop here. We can continue tomorrow. For initiating this, amma will give you a surprise tomorrow”.

He said, “Okay, goodnight”.

Then he left. I could see a huge bulge in his shorts. I smiled and sent him to his room. Then I went back to my room. I locked my door and was panting. I knew I was dripping wet. He achieved that just by kissing me. My god, I knew tomorrow was gonna be a blast. As I said to him, I had something special for him in my mind.

Then I went to my daughter’s room, picked one of her hazel-colored elbow-sleeve tops, and came back to my room. (By the way, my daughter was not with us when these things were happening. She moved out for her studies and just stayed there even when this COVID thing was happening).

I ironed it properly and picked one of my better dark blue jeans and I knew why he wanted me to wear jeans. I had a big ass. Jeans is something that shows that off. I was liking this guy. And I took one of my best bras and panties and kept it with this. I always keep my clothes ready for the next day before sleep. It was like a weird habit, I had.

Then the last thing that had to be ready was me. I’m not gonna lie. I was super excited to go out. It had been 14-15 years since I went on a date. Also, I had to make both of us erase that awkwardness within us. I decided to go all out.

Then I went inside the bathroom with my shaving kit. I took out a new blade and shaved the hair including the pubes. I put some moisturizer to top it off. Shaving makes my skin dry, so that was an essential one. I had a nice warm bath and slept off.

I woke up early. Same thing with moisturizer and a bath. He woke up already and said he was getting ready. I got ready with the clothes I chose yesterday, brushed my hair, and let it loose. I put on some makeup, a light lip shade and gloss. I got my watch and a bit of perfume to top it off.

He was already calling me, “Maa”. I said I would be there in 5 minutes. I wanted to see his reaction. Then I opened the door and came down. He stood there and watched me like a kid in a carnival. I went to him and said, “Is it good for sir to take me out?”

He said, “Maa, you look gorgeous”.

I said, “Thank you da”, and kissed his cheeks. “We can go now, take the car”. Then he opened the door for me (woah, that’s a gentleman), and we started.

One good thing about this pandemic is you can wear a mask and people don’t recognize you instantly. We went to a mall first. My son said he wanted to watch a movie. We parked the car. Then we got down. We were walking and I held his hands and he turned to me. I just asked him to look ahead and walk.

We crossed our fingers and were walking like a normal couple. It should have been an amazing time for him. He was also wearing jeans, a t-shirt on top of it, a shirt, and shoes. He was looking good. I was a bit afraid since I felt that if people saw me and recognized me. Or did I look old compared to him, etc?

We were in Phoenix mall (Chennai people know, I believe). He already bought tickets, so we just went inside. The movie started. We were holding hands all the time. I was hesitant to remove my mask. He asked me to remove it. I said, No way.

Finally, I gave up and removed it. We watched the movie and it was good. Then we went out and had food and to my surprise, I felt very relaxed. He was funny and we were laughing our hearts out.

Then he asked whether we could take pictures. I said yes. Then we took a few selfies. I gave him my phone and asked him to click some solo pictures of mine. He clicked a few. I could see he felt bad that he couldn’t hold me sooner. I didn’t want to tease him with people around. We asked the restaurant guy to click pictures of us together. Aakash was hesitant to put his hands on me. I asked him to put his hands on my back around my waist. He did so. He was tickling me a bit. It was electrifying.

I no longer wanted to wait. He too asked, “Can we go home next?”

I shyly nodded and said, “Yes, you idiot”.

He literally dragged me to the parking lot. I was like, “Slowly! I can’t run, I am in my heels”. Then he slowed down. We got in the car. He asked me, “Ma, how’s the date?”

I said, “Yes, it was good. I enjoyed it a lot”.

He asked, “Ma, I always wanted to kiss my date in public. Can we do that?”

I said, “No way. We can kiss in the car. That too is a simple kiss and nothing more”.

He immediately said, “Okay”.

Then he kissed my lips slowly and started to put his hands on my breasts”. I slapped his hands, went near his ear, and said, “Not here, let’s go home”.

I whispered in his ears, “We can do all things, mummy is all yours today, if you initiate,” and kissed his cheeks. He drove home faster. We came back home.

He parked the car. I went in front of him, swaying my ass to tease him. He loved it, I hope. Then we went inside and he locked the main door. I knew he was going to have his way with me that night. I was removing my heels, and before that, he pounced on me and started kissing my neck.

Then told him, “Let us take a shower first, we just came home, and we are dirty”.

He immediately kissed my lips. He was in no mood to listen now. Then he caught my ass over the jeans and pressed it. I was like, “Hey!”

He broke the kiss and just hugged me. I was already breathing hard. I was about to say something. He put his finger on my lips and just said, “Shh, it’s my time to make you feel good”.

With this, he lifted me and put me on the dining table. He positioned himself in the middle and I circled up my arms around his neck. He just adjusted my hair behind my ears and said, “Maa, you look gorgeous today.” I head-butted his chest and said, “No need to call me ‘amma’ anymore. Call me by my name, boyfriend (I know it was a bit cringe. Well, I said it and it is the truth. I have to accept it).

He said, “Ramya, I’m lucky…”

I placed my finger on his lips and said, “Shh, Stop talking and start kissing”. And started kissing his lips. Then I started removing his shirt and t-shirt. He removed my top and bra, and straight away dived in, sucking my nipples. He was rough. I liked his assertion. I was running my hands on his head. He lifted me slightly and removed my pants, threw them away. Then he placed his fingers on top of the panty and started rubbing my pussy. It was quite wet and drooling. I didn’t hesitate this time and I wanted him to know that he made me wet.

My son spread my legs further and made me lay down. Then he kissed my belly which gave me a shock. Slowly, he went down and kissed my calves. He was slowly kissing his way up to my thigh. I really don’t know where he learned that. The tension was building up like anything.

He kissed on top of the panties and I started trembling. My legs started to shiver. Then he gently lifted my ass and slowly removed my panty. He must have seen the string of my drool webbing with my panty. I gathered up some strength and said, “This is for you. Like the surprise?”

He said, “Yes, it’s beautiful. That’s why you are on the dining table.” I was like, “What that means?” I got to know the meaning almost immediately.

He kissed my now naked clit and started to lick it. It was too much for me and I tried to slide away from him. Then he got hold of my waist and pulled me towards him. He started to run his mouth all over my pussy. He just pushed me closer and closer and put my legs on his shoulders. I was moaning like crazy.

The tension build-up was at its peak. Unknowingly, I locked my legs and pulled him closer to me. He bit my clit and pushed his tongue inside. I screamed and my legs started to quiver uncontrollably. Then I cummed hard. I just signaled my son to stop as I was getting dizzy.

I was breathing very hard and sweating all over. He lifted me and I just collapsed on his chest and said, “Wait”. I was catching my breath. He just patted my head and kissed my head while I was hugging him naked sitting on the table.

He saw me eye to eye for the first time. I could see his eyes beaming proud of what he just did. Then he gently put my head on his chest and kissed my head again. This was the first time I felt like, “He’s a man, not a kid anymore”.

I got back to my senses. Then he asked, “How’s it?”

I just pinched his cheek and said, “Amazing! Where did you learn this?”

He just smiled and said, “Can we go to your room?”

I nodded yes. Then I got down, I removed his pants and kissed his dick. He said, “Let’s go”.

We both walked to my room. It was different that we were both roaming naked in our home. We went inside and took the condom and I put it on his dick. Then I started sucking it.

After 2 minutes he said, “It’s all about you today, Ramya. I am ready.”

He just got in bed with me and started to kiss me again. Then he started to rub his dick on top of me. He was very different from the first night. He was full of confidence today. Then he slowly pushed his dick inside. I was already prepared.

He was stretching me slowly. I gasped a bit and adjusted. I said, “Move slowly”. He nodded. Then he slowly pulled out and pushed in deeply. I felt it. He again pulled out and pushed in. Finally, he pushed everything inside me. I dug my nails inside his back.

My son pulled out again and pushed in. Finally, he was getting into the rhythm. For me too, it started to feel good. I don’t know why, but I felt our compatibility was off the charts. He was touching the parts inside that I never thought existed. The chemistry was off the charts. Was this because he came out of my vagina? I really didn’t know.

I pulled him closer and kissed him. He kissed my nipples and started to press my boobs. I was moaning and he was too. Then I asked, “Faster”.

The pressure was building up again. He increased the speed. I said, “Yes, faster”. He fucked me faster. I cummed again. This time, my whole body was shaking and my cheeks were all red.

He got scared and asked, “Are you okay, Ramya?” I said, “Come here, you idiot.” And just bit his lips and started sucking on it. He pushed in again and moved at full speed. Then he screamed, “I am about to”.

I said, “Yes inside. The condom is there”. I could feel his cock pulsate. He pulled out and pushed all the way in and as deep as he could and started to shoot.

I could feel the condom getting a bit bigger. If I didn’t have a condom, he would have gotten me pregnant. I cummed again. My son took his dick out and tried to move. I pulled him and hugged him to my breasts and said nothing. Tears were rolling down my eyes for no reason. It was just that I was very happy or I was satisfied. I have no answer why. Maybe a bit of both.

It was pouring and I couldn’t control it. He made me sit on his lap and wiped my face. I just hugged him and did nothing. He lifted my face, kissed me gently, and said, “I love you”.

I said, “Shut up,” and slapped his face gently. Then I kissed his lips and asked him not to say anything like this again.

He stood up, removed his condom, and threw it in the trash can. He was about to leave. I pulled him and said, “Sleep with me today”.

He asked, “Really?”

I said, “Is it your habit to leave your date sleeping alone?”

He jumped on the bed and came under the blanket. Then he hugged me sideways and we lied down.

My son was rubbing his hands on my breasts while kissing my back. I bit his finger and said, “Behave, mister!”

We laughed and I put his hands on my hips and we both went to sleep.

Well, that’s how we crossed the awkwardness between us. It is the second most significant step in our relationship and I finally accepted my son as my boyfriend with all my will. From there, we never looked back.

You would have guessed the first and most significant step in our relationship. Mail me your guesses. Also, please give me your feedback on my email ID [email protected]

Thanks for patiently reading this big one. Have a wonderful day. Your Ramya signing off.

Hey all, I am Mandar, back with another flick from the past. Do read my previous stories if exploitative sex is your drug.

So today’s story is a partially real experience with Shreya, my college mate. We both went to art school together in Bangalore. Since our society was near our college, most of us students used to stay there as tenants. It was a huge society with a dozen towers and tens of floors.

I used to stay with my flatmate Sunny. He was a textbook playboy with an athletic physique and fair muscular body. He used to be accompanied by a new girl every month.

About me: I was a cheeky nerd with an average physique and a slightly darker skin tone. One could say I was a 5 back then.

Sunny, me and our pet cat were the hub of the house party. Our cat had witnessed a lot of girls getting boned on our couch. Sometimes, in the kitchen. And, of course, on the balcony too.

Sometimes, the cat got to scratch and devour the fallen panties on the floor.

Coming to the story, we had a friend – and Shreya. She was a Tamilian with chocolate brown skin and an hourglass bust. She was the kind who wore traditional tops with a slutty cleavage.

Shreya was around 5 feet tall and had black-brown streaks of hair. She was an ample-bosomed chic. Her ass used to pop out as her sexiest feature. Her looks were ordinary, but her stylish dress and curvaceous figure often drew attention away from her face.

During college, Shreya used to date Aamir. He was a well-dressed dude from Delhi. Rich and spoilt. Sunny and I used to hate him to the core, partly because he was a pretentious douche.

We all used to hang out at our place all the time.

One day, Shreya was crying in the college classroom. When asked, she told us that Aamir cheated on her, and they broke up. While she was crying, her boobs were heaving up and down. Even then, I was getting a boner.

Shreya’s purple bra strap was out on her shoulder. She squatted on a table and started telling us everything. Looking at her body, my evil imagination tingled.

Wild thoughts were running through my head. Shreya is blowing me fully naked. Shreya was riding me while I was driving her car.

Shreya was attending classes while my cum was still on her hair and lips. Uff.

Snap! Snap! I got back to reality.
Apparently, Aamir had fucked a girl from our junior batch in his car. Shreya saw them get out of the car, adjusting their hair and their clothes. When confronted, Aamir just shamelessly admitted it and spanked her.

After she was done, I hugged her and calmed her down. Her boobs crushed against my chest. She squeezed herself harder on me. And I had a big boner in my pants.

Sunny suggested we do a house party to rant and flush Aamir out of our lives. We agreed. We invited Shreya and a couple of our friends home. Sunny brought his new trophy girlfriend, Nidhi, to the party.

I dimmed the lights and put on the fairy lights. Mellow music was playing, and we decided to get high quickly.

We were sitting in the living room with Sunny and Nidhi on the couch. Another couple we invited made themselves cosy on a mattress on the ground. Shreya was in a bean bag, and I was sitting on a chair.

We started taking whiskey shots. First shot…..Second…..third…..fourth. It was Fireball Cinnamon whiskey. Cheap but strong. Everyone started feeling the tickle. I could see Nidhi running her fingers on Sunny’s chest.  Shreya and I were watching them as they got cheaper.

The other couple was drunk and was singing along. Slowly, Nidhi’s hands were over Sunny’s lower belly and finally on his pants. Sunny was caressing her waist. Shreya was giggling at me.

Shreya: I bet you 100 bucks he is going to do her in the ass.

Me: Well, it looks like it’s going to be a loud night, then haha

Shreya adjusted herself to the bean bag. And she leaned a little closer to me.

Shreya: She looks like she is ready to get Sunny inside, hahaha.

Sunny and Nidhi were getting really sleazy on the couch. Nidhi’s tongue was now swirling in Sunny’s ear. And he crushed her waist. They were panting a little.

I was getting a little uneasy in my pants. A sensual Nidhi, her perky tits, and a voluptuous Shreya sitting so close to me that I could rip her apart with my eyes. Nidhi started moaning as Sunny squashed her brown thighs. She clasped his collar and whispered in his ear.

Sunny’s eyes lit, and he pulled her towards him. “You harlot, your ass is not going to be sitting tight anymore. I am going to loosen it so much today.”

Shreya gave a disgusted sign. “Get a room, you idiots. I don’t need a visual.”

Nidhi got up and held Sunny’s cock over his pants, and bit her lips. “Come, Sunny, rock my world, and maybe I will let you do me in the shower later, haha,” She crackled!

Sunny got up and spanked Nidhi’s ass hard. And they both ran inside the room. As soon as they went in, Nidhi came back out, hung her panties over the doorknob, and winked at us. “You guys might wanna turn the volume up, haha! You’d rather hear T-Swift than my moans, haha.”

Sunny pulled her back in and shut the door. Shreya grinned at me and sipped her whiskey. The other friends in the house had already passed out. And one of them was in the washroom for a long time.

Me: So Shreya! What do you think they are up to now?

Shreya winked: She was probably on her knees, but she was too horny to give a blowjob.

Me: Ufff, you want to listen through the door?

Shreya’s face lit up, and she tried to get up. I helped her by her waist. Oh god, she was a fleshy bitch. Perfectly arched hips. She tiptoed towards Sunny’s room. And we both put our ears on the door. We couldn’t hear much. But there was a slight creaking of a chair heard from inside.

Shreya: Wow, I guess he finally assembled the chair, haha.

I was so horny. I could imagine Nidhi going up and down on Sunny in his chair. And next to me, at an almost kissable distance, was Shreya, reeking of whiskey.

She was wearing a deep-neck T-shirt and a skirt. Her boobs were clearly visible, held together by the neon pink bra. I was getting a hard-on.

Shreya: Our lucky boy is going to get drained a lot, haha.

Me: Huh, oh yeah, yes, yes. (I was distracted.)

Shreya walked back to the couch, picked up her whiskey glass, and chugged it. Uff, nothing is sexier than a voluptuous brown chick chugging a whiskey down her throat.

She looked at me, and I turned away. Feebly trying to hide my boner.

Shreya: So, Mandar, when are you going to fuck me? Or am I just going to go to bed with a wet cunt?

Me: What? I mean, what?

Shreya: Aye, come on! Do you think that you are doing a good job hiding that tent in your pants?

Me: Hey, that’s just… I mean, we were hearing them have sex, and…

Shreya pulled her t-shirt off one shoulder and reached out to her bra.

Shreya: Yeah, yeah, keep going. I am listening.

Me: What even…

Shreya pulled off her bra and threw it on the couch. “See? I did that for you! One step less for you to get inside my tits, haha.”

I was just stunned. It’s finally happening. I was going to fuck Shreya tonight. Everywhere around the house. Shreya walked towards me, her eyes alight with a fiery intensity. She stood on her toes, furiously pulled me closer by the collar, and shoved her tongue inside my mouth.

Her other hand attacked my butt cheek. I felt like a hunter, watching a golden deer willingly approach, ready to be devoured. Shreya was the perfect cum dump. Squeeze, spank, fuck, and cum-dump. In every hole. I regained my senses.

Shreya was writhing on my body, passionately exploring my mouth with her lusty tongue. I took control; with my bare hands, I thrust my palms on her butt cheeks and crushed them with all my might. Her flesh was like slime, slipping out of my fingers.

I cupped her hard, pushed her on my crotch, and tightened out my embrace. She was moaning loudly. Her body was convulsing like a snake. I inserted my hand in her pants and cupped her butt cheeks with my palms. Pinching alternately. I would brush my finger occasionally over her dry butthole.

Shreya shook every time that happened. I parted her butt cheeks, pinched, and cupped. I satisfied my palms to the fullest. Her ass was as big as a couple of watermelons. I started putting my finger inside her tight butthole. Shreya tried to let go of my embrace, but I kept her smooched.

Her boobs pressed on me, and my finger dug deep into her ass. She forcefully withdrew her mouth from mine and shouted, “Mandar, if you stop, I will kill you. Fill my ass with that finger, ummm.”

Me: Just the finger? Hahaha, that’s a good start.

Shreya clasped me, and her nails dug into my back. She was clenching me with unbearable pain and ecstasy. I stretched her asshole brutally with the finger, and Shreya just gave in.

She stood motionless in my embrace. Her nails are still piercing my back. Her ass was still, with my finger writhing inside her tight butthole.

Shreya was moaning. Her breath smelled like whiskey. My cock was the hardest it could be. It was poking her squishy pelvis.

Shreya: Do me, Mandar. Let’s do it so many times until I get a cup full of cum.

I lifted Shreya by grabbing her ass, and she spread her legs and wrapped herself behind me. She was kissing and biting my neck. Her tongue occasionally swirls in my ear.

I put her in the bean bag. She landed uncomfortably, and her t-shirt slipped off her shoulder. I stepped closer to her, realizing that her lips were directly facing my bulge.

Slowly, I unzipped my pants. My hairy cock sprung out. It pounced and twitched. I had an average 6-inch cock. And it was hard enough to punch a hole in a doughnut.

Shreya was high, and her eyes were buzzing. She was biting her lips at my hairy dick like a hungry hound tempted by a piece of meat. She was trying to reach it with her tongue.

Me: You are now officially the whore of this house, Shreya. There are going to be tons of condoms here on, ploughed out from your club.

Shreya: I want to suck you dry.

She pounced on my cock. She held it with both her hands and stroked it wildly. Her clenching teeth showed how tempted she was! With a brisk move, she cupped my butt from behind and gulped my cock. She started sipping and sucking with sloppy noises.

I could feel her tongue spoiling around my cock. And she was looking me in the eye like a huntress. I was not new to getting blowjobs, but something about her was making me work extra hard today. Maybe it was her submission and tension to get fucked by me as a part of her rebound.

She was still pressing her one book hard with her hand, and her other hand was busy tingling my balls. She was sucking furiously. My fluids were oozing out of her mouth, and I was almost going to cum. But that’s not where I wanted my load in.

My first squirt inside her has to be her pussy. It has to be with her screaming my name and begging me to fill her up. I controlled my stream, and I pushed her away from my cock. She fell on the beanbag on her back. Her boobs were swinging momentarily.

Her T-shirt got off her shoulder, revealing her smooth brown shoulders. Her armpits were clean-shaven. I got on top of her. I forcefully parted her legs. She let out a very deep moan. Her eyes were dizzy but full of ecstasy and desire.

With her one finger, she invited me over to her and whispered in my ear, “Fill me up, Mandar. I want you. I want to take a photo with your cum flowing out of me to send to my ex. Ah, come on.”

Those words of Shreya just hypnotized me i to a maniac. I held her by her boobs and pulled towards me. I bit her lips. I crunched her boobs with both hands.

Me: You have a long night today, Shreya. Very long.

With this, I pushed on the ground. I turned her over. Her boobs pressed against the bean bag. I ripped every cloth from her body. I snatched away her pants. And gently tore away her panties.

Shreya: Ah, you moron, those were expensive.

Me: Shut up, you cunt.

I spanked her 10–15 times. My prints were starkly visible on her brown, round ass. I parted her ass furiously. She let out a moan. I pinched her ass hard. Leaving nail marks.

I spat on my fingers. Made them sloppy wet. And without any warning, I thrust them inside her asshole.

Shreya shrieked, “No, Mandar, you psycho, ahhh, fuck me, kill me.”

I twirled and twitched my fingers inside her. It was a dry arena for her. She was untouched by the backdoor. With my other hand, I continued spanking her. Her hands were spread on the floor, clutching the legs of the couch. Scratching and ripping the couch.

Her muscular back was well carved and tapered into a luscious waist. Her hips were broad. Milf broad. And she was completely naked. A tool. A dumping ground for anything that comes out of my cock.

I gently put my hands under her belly. She was warm and panting heavily. I grabbed her waist and brutally raised her ass. Now she was completely flat on the floor with only her ass up, calling me to devour her.

I was high, horny, and mesmerized by the authority I had over her body. I pulled her ass closer to me. I spat on her butt cheeks 5–6 times and wetted my cock on them.

With a couple of slaps on her bum, I placed my slippery cock in her tiny asshole. The thought of my cock stretching it wide all the way inside gave me chills. Shreya was twerking her ass.

Me: Bitch, is your ass ready for me?

Shreya: What? Not there… no…

But with brute force, I shoved my whole body on her. My cock bounced back. It slipped away. She was too tight.

Shreya: Hahaha, what happened? You didn’t do target practice today?

I was furious. I put my thumb inside her ass and spread her asshole open for my cock. She started tapping her hand on the floor. Her body was writhing.

Shreya: You monster make me a dead meat today.

This time, I had a clear opening in her buttock. With my thumb already in, I shovelled my cock inside her, and it went right inside. Shreya arched her back and quenched her fists. And gave a loud shriek. His thighs were pressing my crotch like a python.

I was just an inch inside, and my cock was feeling her walls. I was not new and was anal pounding. I just came on top of her and, without any break, pushed myself another 3 inches inside her. She was shouting my name, “Mandar, fuck my ass Mandar.”

I started humping her. My cock was screeching on her walls, and I could feel the dryness of her asshole. With my hands, I parted her ass cheeks and got deeper access to her ass.

My cock was thoroughly stroked. I was counting the number of times my cock went in and out of her.

Thump….thump….thump…14…15…16…….24….24 (Since this is a real story, I remember the count too well.)

With every thrust, Shreya’s whole body arched and shivered.

Shreya had clenched her fists and was banging the floor with her hands. “Mandar, you son of a whore, how’d you learn to fuck like that?”

Me: I got my whores to practice, hahaha.

Shreya: If I knew a brute like you was so close, I would have never let you out of my bedroom. You are so hot

32…33…34…35

I was so close to cumming. I wanted to see my cum ooze out of her asshole. So, with a final stroke of 45, I shoved a deep humo inside her. Her body moved half a foot ahead.

I parted her legs by holding her calves and shooting my stream of hot white fluid inside her. I could sense my cock pouring a load with relief. I looked at her ass. My cock was filled with overflowing cum.

With a fine, swift motion, I removed my cock from her ass. Shreya screamed in pain, “Oh Jesus, give me your seed, Manda!”

I turned her over. Her sweaty body now facing me and her boobs pumping up and down, I parted her legs as wide as possible. And placed them on my shoulders. Her pussy widened.

And without her catching a break, I pumped my cock into her pussy. Like a rabid psychopath, I was fucking her like a humping machine. My rhythm was like a drilling machine.

Thapthapthapthapthap!

The sound of my crotch clapping on her belly was echoing in the room. She was moaning crazy. But that didn’t work. I pushed myself closer to her, cupped her breast tightly, and started grovelling her pussy like a borewell.

I counted 30 strokes. But everyone knows the second climax for men lasts at least 60 Mississippis. Shreya’s eyes were barely open, she was biting her lips and her fingers. Her hands finally made themselves into my nipples, and she squeezed them hard.

I increased my power and gave deeper humps. With each hump, her hair got messed up.

Me: Shreyaa, I am cumming. I am cumming.

Shreya: Don’t you dare pull out. I have a pill.

With a loud groan, I squirted my seed inside her. It wasn’t much of cum, but my cock was drained to the fullest. I took a big sip of whiskey from a nearby bottle. My cock was still inside her.

I poured the whiskey on her face. It made its way through her neck, cleavage, and finally onto her belly button. Some of it reached her pussy and mixed with my cum.

Me: Shreya, you are the whore I have been looking for. I don’t think my cock can remain away from your dump.

Shreya: Shut up and keep fucking me every day. Ah, I will even let you fuck me in my ass during my cycle.

With that, I removed my cock from her pussy. She curled up her body and passed out. That night, I drilled her pussy 5–6 times. Against the wall, on the kitchen slab, and twice against Sunny’s bedroom door.

The next morning, when I got up, Shreya was snoring in the corner of my bedroom, on the cold floor, deep asleep. My cum stains all over her bare body. I went near her to kiss her thighs. I heard a deep voice say, “Well, I guess she ain’t going to open her legs any time soon.”

I turned around to see Nidhi standing at the door of my room, wearing just a loose T-shirt. Leaning on the wall and squeezing her tit.

Me: Oh, did we disturb you a lot?

Nidhi: Not really, but Sunny sure did try to do another round on me. Well, I guess he was picturing Shreya hahaha.

Me: Hahaha, but a chic as busty as you. I am sure you guys had fun.

Nidhi: Well, we never reached 40 strokes, hahaha. If you know what I mean,

Me: Oh shit, I yelled that out loud?

Nidhi: Hell yeah.

She gently paced toward me with a seductive gaze. She came close and held me by my balls.

Nidhi: Do you want to give me 15 deep ones, honey?

And that’s a story for another time, readers. Thank you for reading through the story!

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Hello friends. My name is Bharath. I’m 22 years old. I have a fair skin tone. I’m here to share with you how I managed to get into an affair with my manager, Srividhya and finally ended up in bed with her.

Srividhya is 43 years old, a married woman and a mother of a 10-year-old boy. She is a solid woman with a very attractive figure. She has a 34C bust and a little fat around her buttocks. She has a brown wheatish skin tone. She seems to be soft-spoken.

But I got an opportunity to engage with her post office hours. I found her so friendly and seductive on the personal front.

I’m from Tirunelveli, a tier 2 city down south in Tamil Nadu. I had relocated alone to Chennai for an internship. I joined this company as an intern in October 2022. I worked as an intern for a year. Later, I was recruited as an employee in the same company in October 2023. My family still lives in Tirunelveli.

Both Srividhya and I used to spend long hours at the office. We used to chat about general things beyond work after office hours. Mostly, it will only be the two of us who will be at the office post 8 pm.

I had nothing much to do going back to my room. But my actual intention was I was attracted to her physically and wanted to get closer to her.

One day in December 2023, Srividhya and I were sitting in a meeting room in our office. All our meeting rooms have glass walls and glass doors with stickers on them. It was around 8:30 p.m. Almost everyone had left. She appreciated my work.

She asked me, “You work long hours. Don’t you feel you are not having a personal life?” I replied, “I want to have a personal life, but, at the moment, there is nothing that I’m doing on that front.” She then asked me, “So, you don’t have a girlfriend?”

I did not know with what intention she asked me that question. So, I just said, “Till now, no.” With some hesitation, looking down at my waist, she further asked, “Oh, is it? Does that mean you are a…” I understood where she was getting at.

Wanting to get her more comfortable, I asked her, “You mean you are asking if I’m still a virgin?” Srividhya chucked and nodded her head, signalling, “Yes.” I told her, “Yes, I’m a virgin.” I was actually not a virgin. I visited a few spas since I relocated to Chennai and lost my virginity back in 2022.

Srividhya checked with me, “So, you are what now, 23-24, right?” I said, “I’m 22.” She replied, “Oh, OK.” With that the conversation changed to some official topics. But I could clearly feel her thoughts wavering a lot as she kept stumbling with whatever she was saying after that.

The week after, we were again sitting late in the office. Srividhya again brought up the topic. She asked me, “So, the other day, we were discussing something. Any reason not having a girlfriend till now?” I told her, “I’ve not come across anyone who I have fallen for.”

She gave a broad smile, raising her eyebrows and asked, “So what type of a girl you are looking at?” I told her, “Well, obviously good-looking. Apart from that, I don’t have any other criteria.” She asked me, “So, you mean to say you have never come across a beautiful girl in your life till now.”

I told her, “I only said I have not been attracted to anyone to date.” Srividhya then asked me, “What if she is older than you.” I sensed something but then gathered my thoughts.

I said, “When the woman is attractive, how does it matter how old she is? I’m anyways not looking for anything serious upfront. I want to spend time and see if I could get into a serious commitment after that.” She looked at me with a staring smile and said, “So, you are looking for something casual as well?”

I said, “I’m open. Ready to mingle.” We looked at each other with a narrow, thoughtful smile and took our eyes back to our respective laptops. I had a strong feeling that she was also looking at me. But I did not want to mess up the silent signals we were giving each other.

We used to normally order food to the office through a delivery app whenever we stayed late at the office. But on that day, Srividhya asked me, “For a change, can we go out for dinner tonight?” In a rush of blood, I spilt the words by asking, “Like a date?”

For a second, Srividhya enlarged her eyelids, asking, “What?” I fluttered a little, and as I was about to explain with some trembling, “Ah, I mean…” Srividhya gave a broad smile, pointing at her ring and saying, “I’m married.” Seeing her reaction, my nerves were unsettled big time.

By pointing at her mangalsutra, I openly told her, “I have already noticed something bigger than that. I really don’t mind.” She laughed out loud. By saying, “C’mon, let’s go,” she started to shut down her laptop and pack. I also packed my bag, but I wanted to clarify it again.

So, I asked her, “You have not replied to me. Can I take it as a date?” She said with a smile, “You are free to take it the way you want.” I told her, “I’ve heard about one-sided love. But have never heard of a one-sided date.” With a smile, enlarging her eyelids once again, she said in a whispering tone, “Let’s go.”

We went to the restaurant, had food and had a lot of light conversations and laughter. I then dropped her on my bike at the end of the street where her house was and went back to my room.

From thereon, we started looking at each other. Srividhya started to insist I stay back after office hours almost everyday, so that, we could spend time and go out. Over a month went by. I was starting to get more and more desperate to get physical with her.

In the first week of February 2024, I ended up asking her, “So, how long are we just going to keep talking?” She looked at me and asked, “Meaning?” I said, “Meaning, I also want a physical relationship with you.”

She thought for a couple of seconds and said, “See, I also get these thoughts. I like you so much. But then I feel you are just a kid. My age is almost double yours. So, I hold myself back.” We were sitting on opposite sides of a small 4-foot by 6 feet table in a meeting room.

I replied, “I’m not interested in your excuses.” Saying that I pulled my feet off my slippers and began to caress her feet with mine. I continued saying, “C’mon, let’s do it tonight. I’ll book a room. What do you say?” Srividhya tried pulling her feet back. I managed to lock her left leg between my legs.

She then slowly explained to me, “See, you are from another city. So you don’t have any issues. But I stay with my family here. It would become a problem for me if any know person saw me in a hotel with a guy. Also, it’s beyond 9 pm now. So, let’s just close for the day, grab a quick bite and leave.”

I did not agree with her. I said, “No, I need at least a kiss today.” She smiled at me with a tight lip and then agreed by saying, “OK, leave my leg. I’ll check if anyone is around outside the room.” I released her leg. She got up and asked me to put my chair on the other side of the table beside her chair.

She opened the meeting room door and peeped out. Luckily, no one was there except for the security guard, who sits about 50 meters away from the office area. Srividhya closed the glass door and turned back. She slowly walked towards me, wiping the sweat around her mouth.

She slowly sat next to me to my left. I pulled her chair even closer, jamming it with my chair. I placed my hand on her thighs. Gazing at each other’s lips closely, she said in a low whispering voice, “Come.” We got our faces closer. Tilting our heads a little, we pressed our lips gently over each other’s.

Srividhya then slowly opened her mouth a little. I sucked her soft upper lips. She sucked my lower lips the same way. I rubbed my hands up her body from her thighs to her belly. Srividhya held the handrest of the chair with one hand and placed her other hand over my cheek.

We then slowly opened our mouths wide and started to kiss lavishly, sucking each other’s tongue and lips into our mouths. After a few seconds of sloppy kissing, Srividhya placed her hand on my chest. She slowly pulled her lips and tongue out of my mouth.

I wanted more as I loved her soft, wet lips and tongue. I tried kissing her again. But she refused and, with a heavy breath, told me, “No, let’s stop.” We packed our bags. I asked her to wait in the reception, saying, “I need to clear my mind. Let me masturbate and come.”

She gave a smile and said, “Make it quick.” I went to the washroom and masturbated, imagining her nude on the bed with me. I ended up ejaculating my cum on the wall about a couple of feet over my head height. We then had dinner in a nearby restaurant.

I dropped her the same way at the end of her street and went back to my room. From that day, we started sitting next to each other in the meeting room after office hours. I was so attracted to her whether she was in her salwar kameez or business formals.

I even went on to put a condition to unbutton the top button of her shirt after 6 pm whenever we sat inside the meeting room. She agreed without any hesitation. I loved the sight of sneaking through that tiny gap and getting a glimpse of her cleavage, bra strap or even the top of her bra cup.

Srividhya had clean, even-toned underarms. I used to drool seeing her patchless underarms. I had even tried digging my hand into her shirt standing behind her chair. She had very briefly encouraged, like our quick smooches late in the evening, inside the meeting room. I was getting desperate to fuck her.

I even proposed to make some plans for Valentine’s Day. But she declined saying she already has plans with her husband and son. I waited very patiently, though I was getting too desperate with every passing day.

On Sunday, 18th February 2024, at 5:30 pm, I got a call from Srividhya. As I picked up the call, she told me a location and asked, “How quickly can you reach there?” I asked her, “Why?”

She said in a low whispering voice, “I got a call from a customer in Vellore today afternoon for a meeting tomorrow. I’m already in the car. Thought, if you could also join, we’ll spend the night, finish off the meeting tomorrow and get back to Chennai by evening. What do you say?”

I was half asleep when she called me. But hearing her, I got super excited. The place was about 8 kilometres from my area. I told her that I’d reach in an hour. She asked me to make it as soon as possible, saying she would reach that location in about 45 minutes.

She further told me not to inform anyone that I was with her. People at the office might wonder why she is taking a junior guy in the office for a customer meeting when there are other senior people. I was so thrilled. One full night with my sexy boss.

I quickly had a shower, packed a day’s clothes, picked up my laptop bag and left my room. As I was about 10 minutes away from the place, Srividhya called me and enquired, “Where are you?” I told her, “Reaching in 10 minutes.” It was about 6:45 pm and was dark.

I reached the place which was the junction before we hit the national highways. She gave me the car number. I spotted the car and got into it. I placed my bags on the front seat and got into the back seat. I was wearing a blue T-shirt and black tracksuit pants.

Srividhya was wearing a short sleeve white T-shirt and a blue denim jean. We started the journey. It was about a 3.5-hour travel. We stopped in between for dinner at 8:30 pm and resumed our travel at 9:30 pm after dinner. We discussed it in English, assuming the driver wouldn’t understand.

Tangling her fingers with mine, Srividhya asked me, “How does it feel? Going to experience things for the first time in your life.” I replied to her, “Feeling too desperate and anxious.” She said, “Not the first time for me. But I’m also very desperate and anxious.” I said, “Maybe because it’s your first time with me.”

We chuckled and sat holding each other’s hands. We got a little delayed in traffic during the evening time and reached the hotel at about 12:20 am. We checked-in. A hotel staff picked up our bags and accompanied us to the room. We got to our room.

It was a deluxe room with maple wood flooring. A narrow passage of 10-15 metres from the door and then a broader room space with a bed to the right side of the passage. A TV on the wall right opposite the bed, and a 3-seater couch and table beside the TV on the far end of the room.

The washroom was on the right as we moved through the narrow passage. The staff placed our bags on the rack. rividhya gave him a tip and saw him off the room. I took off my slippers and waited for her to close the door. She closed the door, locked it, and turned around.

She walked towards me with a lusty smile, hopping herself out of her chappals. I rushed to her. We hugged tight. I pushed her to the wall. She stood with her back to the wall just after the washroom. Wasting no time, we opened our mouths wide and started kissing lavishly.

We kissed deep and sloppy, digging our tongues into each other’s mouths. We kissed, standing outside the washroom for a few seconds. I had both my hands on her waist. Srividhya had rolled her arms around my neck. We then slowly moved inside the room, kissing and sucking each other’s lips.

After some sensual and deep kissing, Srividhya paused for a second and pulled my T-shirt up. I removed my T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. She placed her hands on my chest and went down, kissing my neck and my upper body, licked and sucked my mammae.

As she came up, kissing my neck and my jaws, we ended up locking our lips once again. Kissing her tight, I pulled her T-shirt tucked inside her Jeans out. I dug my hands into her T-shirt behind her and rubbed her soft upper back. Sucking her lips sensually, I pulled her T-shirt up.

Srividhya raised her hands, allowing me to remove her T-shirt. I removed her T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. She was wearing a red coloured bra inside. We hugged tightly, pressing her boobs over her bra hard on my chest. I rolled her around and groped her boobs over her bra from behind.

I then put one of my hands across her bust from over her shoulder and squeezed her left boobs from behind, wrapping my other hand around her belly. I completely forgot that she was my boss as I was drowned so much in lust. Kissing and biting her shoulders and groping her boobs from behind.

I slowly lowered my other hand from her belly, unbuttoned her Jean and unzipped it. Srividhya quickly turned around, rolled her arms around my neck and started kissing me again. I wrapped my hands around her waist, and by continuing to kiss her sloppily, I unhooked her bra.

I pulled her bra strap down her shoulders. Srividhya dropped her hands down from my shoulders, allowing her bra to fall on the ground. She had half-cut musk melon size boobs with a big round dark brown mammae and fat protruded nipples.

Rolling one of my hands around her waist, I lifted her little sagging boobs, licked her mammae and sucked her nipples into my mouth. Srividhya allowed me to suck her nipples by placing one hand on my head and the other hand on my shoulder.

Sucking her nipples, I again dug my hand into her jeans and her panty. I rubbed my hand over the rough hairy patches above her pussy. I then went further down and tried penetrating my fingers between her legs. Srividhya opened her legs up, allowing me to rub her pussy lips.

Her pussy lips were so wet. I rubbed my fingers between her pussy lips for a few seconds before sticking my finger into her tiny pussy hole. I slowly penetrated my middle finger into her tight pussy hole. Srividhya started to moan as I fingered her pussy deep.

Hearing her sensual moaning, I started getting desperate for sex. I quickly pulled my fingers out of her pussy, rolled my arms around her buttocks, lifted her and dropped her on the bed. I removed my track pants and underwear in a flash.

I then grabbed her Jeans on either side of her waist and pulled them down her thighs her legs. I removed it and dropped it on the floor. With a staring smile on her face, Srividhya slowly crawled back deeper into the bed. I slowly went up, kissing her feet, her legs and her fleshy thighs.

I reached her waist. I grabbed her red panty on either side of her waist, slowly pulled it down her thighs legs, removed it and flipped it behind me on the bed. Srividhya signalled with her finger, asking me to come closer to her on the bed with a sensual kissing taunt.

I pulled the bedsheet tucked on both sides of the bed and pushed it down at our feet. I then slowly crawled up on the bed beside her. As we got closer, we hugged and cuddled nude on the bed, kissing each other randomly. We cuddled hard, rolling over each other across the length and width of the bed.

After some intense cuddling, I got on top of her. We both were breathing heavily. We started to sweat as I could feel her body getting moist. We looked at each other with a narrow smile. I slowly tangled my legs with her legs, trying to get completely on top of her.

Srividhya spread her legs wide, allowing me to get in between her legs. My excitement was peaking as my dick started to rub her pricking genital hair over her pussy. Kissing me sensually, Srividhya whispered, “Ready to gift your virginity to me?”

Though I was not a virgin, this was my first time without a condom. Holding my mind’s voice back, I kissed her cheek and replied, “I’m so hungry, baby. Let’s do it.” Srividhya dug her hand between our legs, grabbed my hard dick and slowly rubbed it harder against her wet pussy.

Sticking my dick into her tiny pussyhole, she whispered, “Go on.” Unable to hold myself back, I lifted my upper body a little, pressing my palms on the bed on either side of her. I pushed my dick in. Her pussy was so tight that I initially struggled to penetrate.

With some effort, I very slowly penetrated the head of my dick inside her pussy. Both of us gasped out loud as the head of my dick penetrated her pussy. I was feeling pain and tickles. My foreskin rolled down my dick, and the flesh of my dick got gripped by her pussy flesh.

I pushed my dick further deeper inside her. It was so tight, but once the head of my dick went inside, it was a much smoother penetration deeper inside her pussy. Srividhya lay down with her eyes closed tight, spreading her arms wide across the bed, holding the bedspread tight.

With my dick almost fully inside her pussy, I started to fuck her by moving my dick back and forth inside her pussy. Her pussy was so tight, wet and sticky inside. I loved the heat inside her pussy and the way her pussy flesh was tightly gripping my dick from all sides.

Srividhya started to moan sensually with a narrow smile as I fucked her deep. My lust peaked hearing her sensual moaning. Locking her wrists on either side of her head, I increased my speed and started fucking her hard and rough.

Srividhya started to moan out louder with her mouth wide open and a smile of ecstasy. I continued crushing her pussy deep and hard. I suddenly felt a strong tickling sensation running through the length of my dick. In no time, I started ejaculating. I could not control my emotions.

I released her wrists from my clutches and fell over her, banging my face on the pillow beside her head. I started screaming, “It’s coming, it’s coming, Srividhya.” I moaned out loud as I splashed my cum deep inside her pussy in multiple instalments.

Srividhya wrapped her hands around my upper back, rubbed my back and whispered, “Yes, Yes, It’s OK, It’s done.” I had never experienced intercourse with such emotional intimacy before. I was over the moon as I experienced the extreme pleasures of sex with my boss.

In a few seconds, I lifted my face slowly from the pillow. Srividhya looked at me with a smile and asked, “How does it feel?” I whispered with a heavy breath, “Loved it. I will never forget these moments.” I went on to babble, “I actually forgot that you are my boss.”

Srividhya chuckled and said, “Yeah, actually, you were the one bossing on the bed.” I sarcastically told her, “So, let’s split the role. You be my boss at the office, and I’ll be your boss in bed.” She pressed her lips tight with a staring smile and said, “OK, sir.”

My dick became softer, smaller and slowly oozed out of her pussy. I rolled myself and lay down on the bed beside her. Srividhya rolled over me, pressing her spongy boobs on my chest.

She said, “I loved the way you did it. Like, you came in deep, and it was intense. Think, we need to meet like this quite regularly.” I sarcastically replied, “Sure, ma’am. It would be my pleasure to screw you deep time and again.”

She replied, “The pleasure is ours,” and winked at me. Both of us giggled over it and hugged each other tight. We were talking for a while and, without realising, dozed off exhausted. We attended the customer meeting the next morning and returned to Chennai.

So, friends, this was the first of my many real-life sex experiences with my boss, Srividhya. Please let me know your feedback about doing kinky stuff with my manager in a hotel room. You can also write to me at my email id: [email protected].

Hi friends, main aaj aap sab ke saamne apni kahani ‘Gokuldham mein ghusa saamp’ka doosra aur aakhri part leke aaya hu. Umeed hai aapne pehla part padha hoga, aur aapko pasand bhi aaya hoga. Agar aapne pehla part nahi padha hai, to usko zaroor padh le.

Pichle part mein aapne padha ki Gokuldham mein saamp ghusa gaya tha. Jethalal sabhi gharo mein ye bata raha tha. Jab woh Babita ke ghar pahuncha to Babita naha rahi thi.

Jethalal ne fir maza lene ki sochi, aur saamp ke naam se Babita ko darra kar usko chooma aur uski gaand dabayi. Ab aage badhte hai.

Jab woh dono room se baahar hall mein aaye, to Jethalal ko saamne sach-much ka saamp dikha. Saamp dekh kar woh zor se chillaya-

Jetha: Babita ji! Saamp!

Saamp kaafi bada tha, jisko dekh kar Jethalal ki bhi gaand fatt gayi. Tabhi woh saamp un dono ki taraf aane laga. Ye dekh kar dono chillane lage, aur peeche bhaagne lage. Saamp badi tezi se unki taraf badh raha tha.

Jethalal hath mein pakde jhaadu se usko darane ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin woh aage badhta jaa raha tha. Peeche jaate-jaate woh dono storeroom ke darwaze par jaa lage. Aur fir jaldi se darwaza khol kar andar chale gaye.

Storeroom ek 6×6 ka chhota sa room tha, jisme se poora hall dikhta tha. Dono ki saans chadhi hui thi, aur darr ke maare gaand fatti hui thi. Babita to haanfte hue neeche zameen par hi baith gayi.

Jaise hi Babita neeche baithi, Jetha ko uski sexy cleavage dikhne lagi. Babita ki sexy cleavage dekhte hi Jethalal ka dhyan saamp se hatt kar firse Babita ke jism par chala gaya, aur uska lund khada hone laga. Fir Babita ne Jethalal se poocha.

Babita: Dekhiye gaya kya woh?

Jetha: Abhi dekhta hu.

Ye bol kar Jethalal darwaza kholne lagta hai. Tabhi Babita khadi hoke uska hath pakad leti hai, aur bolti hai-

Babita: Dhyan se dekh kar jaldi-jaldi darwaza band kar dene Jetha ji.

Jetha: Haa bilkul.

Fir Jetha darwaza kholta hai, aur baahar dekhta hai. Woh saamp wahi baitha tha. Woh darwaza band karta hai aur kehta hai-

Jetha: Ye to baahar hi baitha hai.

Babita:  Haye ram, kaha fassa diya.

Babita ko ghabraya dekh kar Jetha mauke ka faida leta hai, aur usko honsla dene ke bahane apni baahon mein bhar leta hai. Baahon mein bharte hi woh Babita ki peeth par hath ferne lagta hai.

Babita ke dimag mein saamp ka darr ghoom raha tha, to Jetha ki is harkat ko woh ignore karti hai. Fir peeth se Jethalal apne hath uski gaand par le jata hai, aur usko dabane lagta hai.

Isse Babita ko current sa lagta hai, aur woh Jethalal ko kehti hai-

Babita: Ahh, ye kya kar rahe hai aap?

Jetha: Babita ji stress mein ye cheeze badi kaam aati hai. Main bas apna stress kam kar raha tha. Please mujhe mat rokiye.

Babita Jetha ki baat sun kar usko nahi rokti. Jetha Babita ki gaand dabata rehta hai, aur fir uski cleavage mein muh daal kar usko choomne lagta hai. Uske aisa karne se Babita garam hone lagti hai. Uski saanse tez hone lagti hai.

Woh Jetha ko rokne ki koshish karti hai, lekin Jetha uski baat ansuni karta hai. Babita Jetha ko hatane ki koshish karti hai dhakka deke. Lekin Jetha ki pakad mazboot hoti hai.

Woh Babita ki cleavage chaatne lagta hai, aur ek hath se uska ek boob dabane lagta hai. Ab Jetha uski cleavage chaat raha tha, ek chootad aur ek boob daba raha tha. Babita ko ab maza aane lagta hai, aur woh vaasna mein madhosh ho jati hai.

Jetha ko pata chal jata hai ki Babita usko rokegi nahi. Ye pata chalte hi Jetha Babita ki aankhon mein aankhen daalta hai. Babita ki aankhen ab vaasna se bhari hui thi. Tabhi Jetha aage badhta hai. Apne honth Babita ke hontho se chipka kar uske hontho ka rass-paan karne lagta hai.

Babita bhi uska poora sath dene lagti hai, aur apne hontho ka rass use pilane lagti hai. Ab dono paaglon ki tarah kiss kar rahe the, aur sath mein Jetha Babita ke chootad ache se masal raha tha. 10-minute ki kiss ke baad dono ke honth alag hue.

Jetha ne firse Babita ki aankhon mein dekha. Ab Jetha ko usme chudai ki razamandi dikhi. Fir Jetha ne Babita ka shirt utaar diya. Ab woh upar se bra mein thi. Uske sexy boobs uski kassi hui bra mein se baahar nikalne ko aatur the.

Jetha ne pehle to Babita ki sexy cleavage mein apna muh daal liya. Aur uski cleavage ki garmi ka maza lene laga. Babita bhi uske sar par hath rakh kar uske baalon ko sehlane lagi. Fir Jetha ne uski bra ki straps ko uske shoulders pe kiss karte hue neeche khiska diya, aur kuhniyon tak le aaya.

Uske baad usne saamne se bra kheench kar usko nikaal diya. Ab Babita ke raseele boobs Jetha ke saamne nange ho chuke the. Woh dekhte hi uske boobs par toot pada, aur chhote bachhe ki tarah choosne lag gaya. Babita bhi uske boobs choosne ka poora aanand le rahi thi.

Kuch der Jetha lagataar Babita ke boobs choosta raha. Usne uske nipples poore laal kar diye. Fir woh ghutno ke bal baitha, aur uski kamar choomte hue nabhi mein jeebh ghusane laga. Uske aisa karne se Babita ahh ahh ki siskiyan lene lagi.

Woh Babita ke pet ko chaatne laga, aur chaat-te hue uski pajami ka naada khol kar neeche gira di. Pajami neeche girte hi uski nazar Babita ki panty par padi. Babita ki panty chut wali jagah se bilkul geeli thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise shehad se bhare chatte se shehad girne hi wala ho.

Jetha ne apna muh panty ke upar se hi Babita ki chut par laga diya. Isse Babita ke muh se ahh nikal gayi, aur usne apne hath saamne ki deewar par rakh liye. Fir Jetha ne Babita ki panty utari, aur uski chut ke chhed par jeebh ferne laga.

Babita ahh ahh karke gaand hila rahi thi. Jetha ne apne hath se chut ki faanko ko khola, aur jeebh andar ghusa di. Isse Babita pagal hone lagi, aur uski chut ne apna maal chhodh diya. Jetha ne uska saara maal pee liya.

Fir Jetha khada hua, aur apne kapde utaar kar nanga ho gaya. Uska lund poora tanna hua tha. Usne lund ko hath mein liya, aur Babita ko usko choosne ka ishara kiya. Babita abhi bhi jhadne ki wajah se haanf rahi thi. Woh haanfte hue hi ghutno par baithi, aur uske lund ko muh mein daal liya.

Jaise hi Babita ne Jetha ka lund muh mein dala, Jetha ne uske baal pakad kar uske muh ki zordaar chudai shuru kar di. Babita ki saans pehle se fooli hui thi, upar se Jetha usko apne lund se choke karne laga. Kya kamaal ka scene tha.

Babita ghutno par baith kar Jetha ke lund se apna muh chudwa rahi thi. Uske muh ki laar se Jetha ka lund poora bheeg gaya tha. Fir Jetha ne usko khada kiya, aur deewar par uske hath rakhwa kar, peeche jhuka kar usko khadi ghodi bana liya.

Uske baad Jetha ne peeche se Babita ki chut par apna lund set kiya, aur fach karke ek hi jhatke mein poora lund uski chut mein ghusa diya. Babita ki zor ki cheekh nikli, aur Jetha ne usko full speed par chodna shuru kar diya.

Woh zor-zor se Babita ki chut mein dhakke maar raha tha, jisse thap-thap ki awaaze aa rahi thi. Chut ke paani ki wajah se puch-puch ki awaaze bhi aa rahi thi. Sath mein Jetha uske chootadon par thappad maar kar unhe laal kar raha tha.

Aadha ghanta Jetha aise hi Babita ko pelta raha. Fir jab uska nikalne wala hua, to usne Babita ko ghutno par aane ke kaha. Babita ghutno par aa gayi, aur muh khol liya. Fir Jetha ne apna saara paani uske muh mein nikaal diya.

Babita wahi thak kar let gayi, aur Jetha apne kapde pehan kar baahar nikal gaya. Waha saamp nahi tha, to Jetha waha se chala gaya. Babita wahi leti apni ungli se Jetha ka maal chaat rahi thi.

The end.

Hello friends, I hope all are doing well. With plenty of stories, I am glad you found time for this sexy piece of adventure. Enjoy the fun story. Most of the story is real while in some of the bits, I have added fantasies too.

This happened when I was around 18-19 years around. I am the only man in my home as my parents have been divorced for a long time. I have an elder sister Swathi and my mom. It is a small apartment with just two bedrooms. One my mom takes and the other Swathi and I share. We are a simple mallu family from Kerala. My mom works at an IT firm and Swathi is in her final year of college. I am the kid of the family and they are very friendly and free around me. Emphasis on ‘free’.

A typical Sunday morning is like this. I wake up, with a shining pair of brown breasts tempting me, with just a thin piece of tank top covering it. Swathi is a 25-year-old woman with dusky brown glossy skin. Just imagine a beauty with the perfect curves, slightly chubby, a small tummy, 38E breasts and a thick ass. Which man wouldn’t like this? Which man wouldn’t love this? She always roams around the house in tight shorts and a tank top. I could always enjoy her cleavage and jiggly ass. I get a hard-on and would get shy when she sits next to me, but she teases me. My sister knows I stare at those sexy little things and she still chooses to play with me.

My mom, on the other hand, roams around with a nighty. A loose one with nothing inside, her big breasts jiggling all the time she walks. I just wish I could these two at any time. But this time is for an experience that I had with my sister. This sexy bitch is always so horny. She talks with her bf at night, takes her mobile to the restroom, and masturbates with a dildo. She moans so loudly at night, that I can never avoid it. Those moans are music to my ears. I keep rubbing my dick every time my sibling moans and fingers herself.

One morning, she had her bath and came outside. With glistening water drops on her shoulders and chest, Swathi stood with just a towel. Her thick thighs were tempting me and her brown skin was teasing me. She didn’t mind that I was staring at her. I instantly had a turn-on.

The next day I tried peeking inside. The door was slightly open and that was the best day of my life! My sister’s naked ass was full of soap and asking me fuck it. I was tempted but I controlled myself and continued to peek inside. Then I removed my pants and started rubbing myself without any control. Suddenly, I tripped and fell inside without any pants at my sister’s feet flowing with water!! I caught sight of her pussy and she was shocked and chased me outside.

Swathi: What do you think you’re doing?!

Me: I am sorry. I got curious and wanted to see.

Swathi: But I am your sister!!

Me: I know, but you’re just very hot. I couldn’t control myself.

My sis understanding the situation, naughtily teased me.

Swathi: What about your gf? Doesn’t she have a good body to watch? (laughing sarcastically)

Me: You know I don’t have a gf. And I have only seen naked women in porn.

Swathi: Ohh, is that so? But porn is not good for health. Don’t watch.

She said and left the room laughing naughtily.

That night, I couldn’t control myself. As I was sleeping near my hot sister, I slowly grabbed her ass! She was sleeping soundly and didn’t respond. The thick ass was so soft that one could just cum on her right at that moment.

I slowly slipped my hand inside and rubbed her ass cleavage. I was in heaven. Swathi moaned slightly but she didn’t react. I went closer, put my on her ass, and reached for her pussy with my fingers. It was hairy and sweaty. That pussy was just heaven to feel. Initially, it was dry, but as my finger’s warmth spread through the pussy lips, my sister’s pussy got wet. I was very horny at this moment and wanted to strip Swathi naked and fuck her at that instant!

I put my left hand in her pussy and took my right hand with all her wet juices to her mouth. I was extremely wild and instantly put my fingers in her mouth and pussy and started fingering both. My fingers were slipping in and out of her mouth and pussy while she tasted her own juices.

Swathi: Huh..Mhmmmm.. (moaning in sleep)

I got more wild and started to wildly finger fuck my sister.

Swathi: Haaaa…. Faster…Faster….(with fingers in her mouth)

She didn’t realize it was me but enjoyed the pleasure in her sleep! I got very turned on right then that I removed her shorts down and started to rub my dick on her ass.

Swathi woke up horny and sleepy, realizing that she was enjoying her brother’s fingers!

Swathi: Stop… Mhhhhmmm… I am your sister..

Me: Just enjoy my fingers, Swathi… I know you love them… Look how wet you are.

Unable to resist, she still blabbered something.

Swathi: No…Haaa… Mhmmmm. Sto…pppp.. (heavily breathing)

Swathi: Aaaaa…… (My sister cummed on my fingers!)

Realizing that I pleasured her and this was my only chance, I removed her top, exposing those beautiful breasts.

It was my chance now. I pulled her head towards my dick and pushed it into her mouth.

Swathi: Oww… Why is it so smelly.. Don’t do this….

I put my sister’s mouth on my dick. After the initial reluctance, she started sucking it with enthusiasm. I was playing with her breasts while she sucked my dick without complaining now.

All of a sudden, my sister woke from her half-sleepiness and told me to stop.

Swathi: I am not your sex toy. Now, stop.

Well, I wasn’t ready to give up so soon. I instantly knew what to do.

Me: If you don’t help me right now, I will tell mom about your secret dildo.

She was ashamed.

Swathi: What? No… How did you know…

Me: Come here, sexy bitch, I have heard all your moaning.

Swathi (embarrassed): Okay, please don’t tell mom.

Me: Then start by giving me those breasts to suck on.

The sexy beast, with all shyness, put her sweaty breasts near my face. I grabbed her and started sucking on those milk tankers instantly. I kept licking her nipples and biting them alternatively while groping them seductively. Swathi was turned on and gave involuntary moans every now and then. I pulled her, intoxicated by her sweat smell, grabbing her tight body wrapping my body around her, and putting her closer. She gazed at me, tired, sleepy, yet horny, and her eyes simply revealed that she didn’t want to stop.

I kissed her and she kissed me back even more passionately. My sister started sucking on my tongue even harder than my dick. I realized then that the bitch had become mine. After a long wet and passionate kiss, I let her body loose. Not willing to let go, unwillingly, she pushed herself away.

Swathi: This is enough.. You have had more than enough of me today.

Me: Oh, not yet.

I grabbed her chubby waist and flipped her around. The very act of controlling her turned both of us very horny! She was unable to control herself and was unwilling to accept that her brother was about to fuck her.

Me: I can never get enough of this busty ass.

Saying so, I put my face on what seemed like the heaven for men on earth. The kind of ass that a woman would be envious of. The kind of ass, that hungry men would devour at any time. I pushed my tongue on my sister’s tight ass hole, licking it clean while enjoying the warmth of her fat ass. I put my finger under and rubbed the wet pussy, while eating her ass out. Heaven on her ass. It was time to finish it now. I put my dick in her mouth once again and demanded her to make it wet.

Swathi: This is the last time. Let’s finish it here.

I demanded her to fuck me so wildly like a couple on a honeymoon. The horny bitch hesitated, but couldn’t control her dripping wet pussy!

Swathi: This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this..

But at the same time, she slowly sat on my dick and started riding me like an animal. She took my virginity. I lose my virginity to my sister. She definitely had lots of experience and proved it well to me.

We fucked for a really long time. As excited as I was, I got tired too. I came thrice.

We slept together naked for the entire night. Well, she wore her shorts and tank tops, but still, I definitely wouldn’t consider it as clothes.

That was for the night. But I am definitely not letting that sexy bitch go so soon. Join the next part for how I turn my slutty sister into my pet slut. If you have some sexy time, do ping me at [email protected]

Like-minded people, ping me for discussions or feedback. I would love to hear both.

Ab aage.

Bathroom se aane ke baad Rakesh ke sath hassi mazaak chalta raha. 2 baar ke ache sex ke baad peeche se karana ek dard bhara experience tha. Par Rakesh ki khushi ke liye maine inkaar nahi kiya tha. Nasha apni charam par tha, isliye main hosh mein nahi thi. Har baat mein Rakesh Vinod ka naam le raha tha.

Mere nashe mein hone ka faida uthate hue wo baar-baar Vinod ko bulane ki baat karta tha. Shuru mein to maine bhi mazaak mein use keh hi diya tha ki “haa bula lo, 2-2 ke sath karwane mein to mujhe bhi maza aayega”

Tab tak mujhe maloom nahi tha ki aaj jab doosri baar jo sex hua tha, wo Rakesh nahi tha, Vinod tha. Kyunki aankhon par patti bandhi thi, aur mein nashe mein thi, to is baat ka andaza na laga saki ki wo Rakesh nahi Vinod tha.

Is par Rakesh bola: Haa memsaab maza bhi bahut aayega aur mujhe bhi usse chhup-chhup kar aane ki zaroorat bhi nahi padegi. Aap bhi jab bhi chaaho kisi ke sath bhi maze le sakogi.

Maine kaha: Theek hai, jab kabhi aisi zaroorat lagegi to bata doongi tumhe.

Main us baat ko khatam karna chaahti thi.

Rakesh insist karte hue bola: Madam socho 2-2 logon ke sath karne mein kitna maza aata hoga. Hame 2-2 ek sath mil jaye to hum to kabhi aisa mauka na chhodhe.

Maine kaha: Acha ji, to janaab ka 2-2 ke sath karne ka mann kar raha hai. Yaha ek ke sath karne ke liye to dawayi khaani pad rahi hai, aur baat 2-2 ki ho rahi hai.

( mujhe kya malum tha ki ye ek ke baad ek jo trip lagaye jaa rahe the, wo dawayi ka asar nahi tha. Ek ke karne ke baad doosra apna number laga leta tha, aur jab doosra free hota tab tak pehle wala charge ho kar aa jata tha. )

Rakesh gaya aur mujhe bed par ulta khada karke mere muh mein ball wali patti baandh di.

(muh mein ball wali patti bandhane ka reason ye tha ki ball muh mein hone se main bol nahi paati thi. To doosre aadmi ko beech mein hone wali baat ka jawab nahi dena padta tha. Jisse mujhe pata chalne ka koi mauka nahi rehta tha. Badi hoshiyari se dono mil kar is baat ko anjaam de rahe the, aur mere maze loot rahe the.)

Muh mein patti baandhne ke baad wo bed se utra, aur mujhe hips se pakad kar meri pussy ke aas-paas apni jeebh ferne laga. Wo paani se bheege mere badan ko apni jeebh se chaat raha tha. Beech-beech mein wo jeebh se meri pussy ko bhi sehla deta tha.

(pichle session ko beete hue 15-20 minute bhi nahi hue the, ki Rakesh firse chaalu ho gaya tha. Is baat ko lekar main hairan thi. Main ek baar aur sex chaahti thi, par itna jaldi nahi. Par mujhe nahi pata tha ki mere sath is baar jo sex kar raha tha, wo Rakesh nahi tha Vinod tha.)

10 minute tak wo meri taango ko aur meri pussy ko chaat-ta raha. Fir bed par chadh gaya, aur mere peeche aa gaya. Uska tanna hua lund meri gaand ke chhed ke aas-paas takra raha tha. Usne apne lund ko meri gaand ki dararon mein ragadna shuru kar diya, aur mere boobs ko masalne lag gaya.

Uske lund ki garmahat se aur uski jeebh ke sparsh se main firse machalne lagi thi. Mere nipples firse tann gaye the, aur boobs kathore ho gaye the. Wo mere tanne hue boobs ko zor-zor se masal raha tha, jiska asar ye ho raha tha ki meri pussy ne paani chhodhna firse shuru kar diya tha. Meri bheegi kamar ko chaat kar usne saaf kar diya tha. Jeebh ke sparsh se mere andar tarange uth rahi thi.

Bas mujhe darr is baat ka tha ki dobara se wo meri gaand mein apna lund na daal de. Isliye maine apni kamar ko thoda mod liya, aur hips ko baahar nikaal liya. Ab uska lund meri chut aur gaand ke aas-paas takkar maar raha tha, aur andar ghusne ki koshish kar raha tha. Usne mere hatho ko bed ki ek side mein le jaa kar deewar se sata diya. Ab meri chut ka muh khul kar saamne aa gaya tha.

Usne aav dekha na taav, aur meri geeli pad chuki chut ke muh par apna lund tikaya, aur zor se shot maar diya. Ghoon ghoon ki awaaz ke sath maine raahat ki saans li ki usne meri gaand ko nishana nahi banaya. Usne dobara apne lund ko chut se baahar nikala aur dugne zor se lund ko meri chut mein utaar diya. Mere muh se maze wali aah nikal gayi.

Iske baad usne apni speed badha di. Meri kamar mein apne dono hath daal kar wo apni poori taakat se pel raha tha. Main bhi maze ke samundar mein gotey laga rahi thi. Uske zordaar dhakkon se mera poora bed zor-zor se awaaz kar raha tha aur hil raha tha. Mere boobs hawa mein kisi latke hue aam ki tarah jhool rahe the. Thodi der ke baad usne apna lund meri chut se nikaal liya, aur mere hath pakad kar mujhe bed se neeche utaar diya.

Ab usne mujhe bed ke kone bitha diya, aur mujhe seedha lita diya. Meri taange latki hui thi, aur main chit hui bed par leti hui thi. Usne bed par litate hi mere left boob ko apne muh mein le liya, aur mere nipples kabhi apne hontho se, to kabhi apne daanto se kaatne laga. Doosre hath se wo mere right waale boob ko zor se masal raha tha, aur mere nipples ko apni ungli se tezi se masal raha tha.

Ye sab wo itni tez kar raha tha, ki dard bhi ho raha tha, par maza bhi aa raha tha. Mera nichla hissa jhatpata raha tha ki jaldi se wo apne lund ko meri chut mein daale, aur uski jalan ko bhi shant kare. Wo meri bechaini samajh gaya aur apna lund pakad kar meri chut par set kiya. Fir ek hi dhakke mein andar tak utaar diya.

Meri chut betahasha paani chhodh rahi thi, to ek stroke mein hi uska lund mere poora andar tak sama gaya. Usne mujhe bed par poora khiska diya, aur meri gaand ke neeche apna hath le gaya. Ab jab bhi wo apna lund baahar nikaal kar andar stroke maarta, to apne hatho se meri gaand ko thoda upar utha deta, jisse ki uske lund ke aas-paas ka hissa meri chut ki aas-paas ki jagah se phat-phat karke takrata, jo ki kuch hi der fuch-fuch ki awaaz mein badal gaya.

Main zor-zor se awaaze nikaal rahi thi. Par muh mein ball hone ki wajah se mere muh se zor-zor ki ghoon-ghoon ki awaaz hi nikal rahi thi. 10 minute ki zabardast chudai ke baad main jaldi hi apne charam par pahunch gayi, aur discharge hone lagi. Is dauran maine use zor se jakad liya, aur poora discharge ho gayi. Fir wo ruk gaya aur dhakke maarne rok diye. Par uska lund abhi jhada nahi tha, to meri chut ke andar hi tha.

Discharge hone ki wajah se meri chut andar se liquid se bhar gayi thi, jiski wajah se fuch-fuch ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Ab use wo maza nahi aa raha tha, to uth kar khada ho gaya. Usne paas pade kapde se meri chut ko saaf kiya, aur apne lund ko bhi saaf karke dobara meri chut mein daala. Par discharge hone ki wajah se meri chut dheeli aur geeli pad chuki thi, to use dhakke maarne mein maza nahi aa raha tha.

Usne mujhe bed ke neeche khada kiya, aur palat diya. Mere hatho ko bed par tika diya, aur mujhe ghodi bana diya. Fir usne apne lund ko meri chut par set kiya, aur ek dhakke ke sath apne lund ko meri geeli chut mein utaar diya. 6-8 dhakkon ke baad bhi use wo maza nahi aa raha tha, jo ki pehle aa raha tha. Usne fir apna lund nikala, aur meri gaand ke chhed par set kiya.

Isse pehle ki main kuch soch paati, usne apna lund meri gaand mein utaarne ki koshish ki. Kyunki main pehle ke dard ko abhi tak bhooli nahi thi, to maine aage ho kar use aisa karne se mana kiya. Kyunki muh mein ball thi, to main kuch bol nahi paa rahi thi. To mein seedhi khadi ho gayi. Wo samajh gaya ki abhi main use gaand nahi maarne dene wali thi.

Usne bina kuch kahe apna lund mere hatho mein pakda diya. Main samajh gayi ki wo jald hi discharge hone ke liye keh raha tha. Maine socha itne dard mein gaand marwane se acha tha ki suck karke uska maal nikaal deti hu. Main jhat se ghutno ke bal baith gayi, aur use muh wali patti kholne ka ishara kiya. Usne turant hi patti khol kar ball ko muh se baahar nikaalne mein meri help kari.

Maine hath se uske lund ko tatol kar apne muh mein le liya. Maine paaya ki wo iske liye taiyaar tha. Usne mere sir ko peeche se pakad liya, aur poora lund mere muh mein thoos diya. Maine hontho se aur jeebh se uske lund par apni pakad banayi, aur zor-zor se suck karna shuru kar diya. Maine aisi sucking pehle kabhi nahi ki thi, par nasha tha to khul kar blowjob kar rahi thi. Usne dono hatho se mere sir ko pakda hua tha aur mere muh ki chudai kar raha tha.

Main bhi zordaar tareeke se uski sucking kar rahi thi, taaki wo jaldi discharge ho jaye. Aur yahi hua. 5 minute ki sucking mein wo apne charam par aa gaya, aur zor-zor ke dhakke mere muh mein maarne laga. Maine koshish ki use peeche hatane ki, par uski pakad bahut mazboot thi, to saara uska maal meri halak mein utar gaya. Maine alag ho kar jitni koshish kar sakti thi thook kar uske maal ko baahar nikala. Fir uth kar bed par let gayi.

Main buri tarah se thak kar choor ho gayi thi. Jitni pee hui thi wo is kaam kreeda mein utar si gayi thi. Maine Rakesh ko awaaz di kyunki wo paas leta nahi tha.

Main: Rakesh kaha ho? Idhar aao na.

Uski awaaz aayi: Haa bolo (keh kar wo mere paas aa kar khada ho gaya).

Maine kaha: Ab to ye aankh wali patti hata do.

Usne kaha: Abhi nahi (aur mere upar let kar mere hontho ko kiss karne laga).

Maine bhi uski kiss ka jawab kiss se diya.

Rakesh ne mujhse poocha: Kaisa lag raha hai?

Maine haste hue kaha: 3 baar bahut maza aaya, aur 1 baar bahut dard hua. Tumne itna thaka diya hai ki saara nasha toot gaya hai, aur body mein kuch jagah dard ho raha hai. Meri poori body nichodh kar rakh di hai. Badi zor ki neend aa rahi hai.

Maine Rakesh ko 3-4 kisses karke apne se lipta liya, aur gehri neend ki aagosh mein chali gayi. Subah door ki bell se neend tooti. Koi bahut der se bell baja raha tha. Fir bell ki awaaz aani band ho gayi. Mujhe laga ki sapne mein kahi awaaz aa rahi thi. Fir door khulne ki awaaz aayi. Maine paas lete Rakesh ko jagaya aur apni patti kholne ko kaha.

Usne patti kholi, to hum dono ne dekha ki room ke baahar Vinod khada tha, aur hum dono ko is haalat mein dekh raha tha. Mere to pair ke neeche ki zameen khisak gayi. Yaad aaya ki use door ki keys to di nahi thi, aur andar se gate bhi band nahi kiya tha.

Maine bedsheet ko kheench kar apne badan ko dhaka, aur use waha se jaane ke liye kaha. Maine Rakesh ki taraf dekha. Wo kood kar utha aur jaa kar bedroom ke door ko lock kar diya. Main jhat-pat uthi, aur wardrobe se apna ek gown nikala aur pehan liya. Par Rakesh aise hi khada apne kapde dhoond raha tha. Jo ki shayad usne drawing room mein utaare the.

Usne mujhse poocha: Main kya pehnu?

Ladies kapde main use de nahi sakti thi, to bathroom mein jaa kar use towel laa kar de di. Mere hosh ude hue the. Apne ghar mein hi naukar ke saamne driver ke sath leti hui pakdi gayi thi.

Maine Rakesh ko kaha: Tum baahar jao, aur apne kapde lekar aao.

Usne door khola aur drawing room mein chala gaya. Main apni laparwahi ko kos rahi thi, ki door andar se lock kyun nahi kiya. Ab Vinod ka saamna kaise karungi? Wo kya soch raha hoga mere aur Rakesh ke sambandho ke baare mein?

Ye sab soch hi rahi thi ki Rakesh apne kapde lekar andar aa gaya. Usne jaldi se apne kapde pehne, aur bed par sir jhuka kar baith gaya. Main ghabrati hui Rakesh ke paas gayi, aur poocha-

Main: Ab kya hoga Rakesh? Usne hame is haalat mein dekh liya hai. Use aaj hi nikaal do. Main ab uske saamne nahi jaa paungi.

Ye keh kar main rone lagi. Rakesh ne mujhe kandho se pakda aur kaha-

Rakesh: Zara shant ho kar sochte hai. Is tarah nikaalenge to wo gaon mein jaa kar sab ko bol dega. Fir baat meri biwi tak pahunchegi. Wo ye sab bardasht nahi karegi. Ho sakta hai sahab ko bhi phone karke bata de.

Uski ye baatein sun kar main aur seham gayi aur phoot-phoot kar rone lagi.

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Continued from previous.

As his fingers between my thighs, a tremor of anticipation rippled through me. His touch was gentle and doubtful, as if he were navigating unknown territory. With a soft up-and-down motion, he explored the space between them, my knees weakened.

“Hmm, yes,” I breathed, trying to control the pleasure that was building up deep inside me.

He smiled, his eyes moist with passion, “You like it, don’t you?”

I just nodded and watched his fingers move, my eyes glued wide open, as he continued his unhurried, fascinating ways.

With each stroke, I felt myself growing more and more desperate, my body arching towards his touch. Once he flattened his fingers and began to circle them, I had to let out a low, deep moan of satisfaction.

I melt under his caress, lost in the intoxicating sensation. But amidst the pleasure, I said something like this:

“Wait,” I manage to breathe, my voice barely audible, “I want to feel you, too, but I need to be on top.”

I see the understanding flicker in his eyes, his desire mirroring mine. With a silent nod, he releases his hold on me, allowing me to take charge. As I straddle him, knowing I’m shaping our intimacy to fit my desires.

With a steady hand, I guide his thick, pulsating cock into mine; I gasp, feeling the throbbing heat of his arousal against my skin. As the tip brushed against my entrance, I couldn’t help but gasp at the vertical size of him.

He was bigger than anyone I had ever been with, and his toughness filled me ultimately. His hands were on my hips, holding me.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I allowed him to enter me, inch by inch. I could feel every ridge and vein of him stretching me, filling me in a way I had never experienced before.

“Oh god,” I gasped as his thick cock pressed against my entrance, sending a delicious jolt of pleasure inside me.

“You feel so big, so good,” I moaned, my voice trembling with desire.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered.

I smiled, “I love being on top,” I admitted, my movements growing with confidence.

With each thrust, I felt myself growing wetter, my body responding instinctively to the simple rhythm of our lovemaking. It felt so rigid, so rigid, like a metal vibrating. Riding him up and down. With each thrust, I felt a surge of pleasure coursing through me.

He groaned softly, his fingers tightening their grip on my hips.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he confessed.

“Good,” I murmured. “I want you to lose yourself in me.”

I leaned down, capturing his eyes, my hands on his shoulder.

Our eyes met in a fiery gaze, locked in a passionate exchange that spoke volumes without words. With my hand on his shoulder, I steadied myself as I rode him, feeling the strength of his body beneath mine.

As our lips met in a tender kiss, our mouths melded together in a passionate embrace; I continued to ride him, my movements slow and deliberate. My hands on his face, my hip thrusting up and down. His hand is on my bum, guiding me with a gentle yet firm touch.

With each gentle rise and fall of my hips, I could feel him deep inside me, a perfect union of our bodies. His response was immediate, his hips lifting slightly for better contact.

As our lips parted from a passionate kiss, I swayed with the rhythm of his cock inside me, back to the full kneeling position. Looking into each other’s eyes, I sensed a special joy reflected in his gaze.

His eyes danced with mischief as he looked up at me, and I couldn’t help but play along.

“What’s on your mind?” I purred, a smirk tugging at my lips.

He chuckled, his hands tracing patterns on my neck. “Condom,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

My heart skipped a beat. How could I forget? Panic threatened to dampen the fire building inside me. I didn’t want to halt the moment, but I couldn’t take any risks.

I bit my lip, trying to think fast. “Oh, um, you know,” I trailed off, my mind racing for a solution.

His gaze softened, sensing my hesitation. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his fingers between my bosom. “We can just-”

“No,” I interrupted, a surge of determination flooding me. “Let’s not stop.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But…”

I silenced him. “Just tell me,” I whispered, my heart pounding recklessly. “When you’re close.”

Understanding dawned in his eyes, mingled with awe and admiration.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice tinged with reverence.

I nodded, a defiant smile playing on my lips. “I’ve never been anything like this.”

“Don’t worry, I would say,” he said, his voice low and reassuring.

And with that, we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating rhythm of passion, trusting each other entirely in the heat of the moment.

My hands held on the headboard of my cot for support, I inclined. With his cock pulsating inside me, I craved more, an unquenchable desire urging me to prolong our intimate connection.

Feeling a surge of pleasure coursing through me, I increased the speed. I rocked my hips back and forth, driving him deeper inside me with each thrust. I had a better angle as I was inclined, allowing for better and heightened sensations.

With a subtle movement, I adjusted my position, allowing my body to mould seamlessly against his as we continued our intimate dance.

His hands gripped my hips firmly. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin. With each upward thrust, I felt his cock pressing against the most sensitive parts of me.

As I quickened the pace, his hands tightened their grip on my hips as his hands trailed down to caress my bum. I could feel the strength of his grip as he held me close, his fingers digging into my skin with a hunger that matched my own.

“Ah, yes,” I moan with pleasure, my voice filled with ecstasy.

“Come on,” he urges.

As waves of pleasure washed over me, I struggled to catch my breath. As I rocked my hips back and forth, the rhythm of our bodies synced perfectly. After some moments, by his actions, I thought he was about to reach climax.

As I felt the intensity building within him, I struggled to find my voice amidst the ecstasy.

“Are… are you…” I gasped, my words coming out in fragmented whispers, “Are you… done?”

Dark with desire, his eyes met mine, a tender smile gracing his lips.

“Not yet,” he breathed, his voice a velvet caress against my skin, “I want to savour every moment, every sensation with you.”

I was on the brink of climax, but I sensed that he hadn’t yet reached his peak. With a mischievous smile playing on my lips, I decided to take matters to another level.

His reaction is immediate, his grip on my hips tightening as I subtly shift my position.

“Oh, god,” he groans, his voice thick with desire, “that feels incredible.”

I smile, feeling a surge of satisfaction at my effect on him.

“You like that?” I tease. My voice is husky and needful.

He nods, his eyes dark with lust. “More than you know.”

I watch with satisfaction as his breath hitches, his eyes widening in response to the newfound intensity of our connection. His hands tighten around my bum, anchoring me to him as I move in a way that sets us both ablaze with desire.

With each movement, the bed begins to tremble beneath us. Despite the cool air from the AC, sweat beads on my skin. Nothing exists beyond the electric energy crackling between us, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.

With every thrust, I could feel the tension building, my inner muscles tightening around him, gripping him tightly as if unwilling to let go. With each movement, I could feel them clenching and releasing, drawing him deeper inside me with an irresistible pull.

As I continue to move, riding him with a rhythm that sets us both on fire, his praise only spurs me further.

“Yes,” he gasps, his voice ragged with need, “just like that. You’re driving me wild.”

“Ahh,” I moaned softly, feeling his cock pulsating deep inside me.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

“It feels amazing,” he gasped.

I could feel my inner muscles responding eagerly, clenching around him with each thrust.

“Oh, yes,” his deep, guttural moan filled the air.

“Mmm, you like that?” I whispered a soft, breathy sigh.

With each thrust, his pleasure mounted, his urgent gasps filling the room.

“Ahh… don’t stop,” he pleaded, his breath catching in his throat.

“I won’t… just for you,” I promised my words, a whispered vow of devotion.

Our bodies moved as one, a dance of passion and desire.

“God, you feel so good,” he exclaimed.

“Yes, you too… so good,” I echoed, a declaration of my pleasure.

As our passion reached new heights, he couldn’t help but vocalize his pleasure.

“Oh… right there,” he moaned, his exhales filled with ecstasy.

“Like this?” I questioned, my moans seeking validation, my movements becoming more urgent in response to his approval.

With each moan and sigh, our connection deepened, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

“Yes… just like that,” he gasped, his approval evident in every breath.

“I’m here… with you,” I reassured him, my sighs a testament to the depth of my devotion.

With each movement, I grind against him, the muscles in his jaw clenched with the effort to hold back his release. I continue to move against him. His body trembles beneath mine; I am grinding him. We were moaning with pleasure.

“Mmm… ohh… yes,” I murmured.

“Ahh… uhh… don’t stop,” he groaned.

“Mmm… just… for you,” I whispered.

Our moans mingled, a chorus of desire filling the air with an intoxicating energy.

“Ohh… god… so… good.” he moaned.

“Yeah… like… this…” I gasped.

“Mmm… just… like… that…” he murmured.

Our moans grew louder and more urgent as they chased after the elusive climax that hovered just out of reach. As I kept moving, his breathing got faster, and he was really into it. I focus on making him feel amazing. He moans louder, showing he likes it a lot.

As he reaches the edge, his voice catches in a breathless plea, “Don’t stop, please.” I increase the tempo, feeling his arousal intensify beneath me.

“I’m close… I’m about to… you know…” he managed to gasp out, his voice thick with desire.

My heart raced at his words, and I made a split-second decision without hesitation. With a swift, spontaneous movement, I pulled myself up and away from him, disengaging from our intimate connection.

And as I pulled back, his release spilt over, cascading onto my face and hair in a warm, sticky cascade. I gasped in surprise, feeling the liquid coating my skin, dripping down my face and matting my hair.

For a moment, we both pause, caught in the aftermath of our passion, before laughter bubbles up between us. And as we lie there, tangled together in the aftermath.

“Mate, this is just unbelievable,” he exclaims, his voice full of astonishment and wonder.

“You… you were amazing,” he said.

A blush rises as I meet his gaze, feeling pride at his words.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, “But I enjoyed it more than you did,” I confess with a playful smirk, looking into his eyes as I feel excited.

He chuckles softly, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “Is that so?” he teases.

I nod, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Absolutely,” I reply, feeling a surge of confidence.

He pulls me closer, his gaze intense yet tender.

“Well, then,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear, “I’ll just have to make sure I enjoy it even more next time.”

I playfully push him away, a grin spreading across my face as I tease,

“Oh, you think you can outdo me, do you?”

He chuckles, a sparkle in his eyes as he counters, “You bet I can. Challenge accepted.”

After that, I retreat to freshen up. When I return, I find him lying on the bed, still lost in the aftermath of our intimacy.

Wait for more action.

To be continued.

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