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  • Devika’s demands

    Devika and James waltzed through the shopping mall together. Devika told James how he needed to obey what she demanded of him. She had demanded that he perform blowjobs on other guys for her, and he was resisting. Devika had already forced James to wear panties daily for her.

    Devika was irritated, so she pulled his shirt off and then ripped his small running shorts completely off of him. James was stunned and froze in staggering shock. He dropped to his butt as Devika ran off laughing.

    The sensation of complete shock and embarrassment was staggering. James blushed hard and began to bite his lower lip. He sat on the floor of the crowded shopping mall. The crowd of people around him was getting bigger by the second. People were laughing and raising their phones to take video of him.

    James was wearing only a tiny stringy low-rise thong panty. It was pink with purple lace and very effeminate. A guy wearing only panties in a shopping mall was very attention-grabbing. He had been wearing a T-shirt and a pair of silky running shorts.

    But a beautiful and powerful female named Devika had stripped James and left him sitting in utter humiliation. As James stood, many females in the crowd began cheering and laughing.

    “Oo baby, nice panties!”

    “Adorable panty!”

    “Love those panties!”

    “Oh my, cute butt cheeks!”

    James whimpered in embarrassment and tried to cover his panties with his hands in front of his body. But then he remembered that his thong was showing off his butt cheeks, and he would try to cover his cheeks in the back.

    After a minute of turning in circles for the crowd, James huffed and shoved his hands on his hips. The females in the crowd continued to make teasing comments.

    “Show off those panties for us!”

    “So pretty!”

    “Pretty panty boi!”

    A fresh wave of embarrassment hit James, and he slammed on the floor on his butt. He started kicking his feet and grunting throwing a humiliated little tantrum in front of the large crowd.

    James bounced up and down, plopping on his butt cheeks repeatedly. The crowd erupted with hilarious laughter. Dozens of people were videotaping the butt-bouncing panty-boi.

    One of the females observing and videotaping yelled out, “Bounce your panties hard for me!”

    Within minutes, social media accounts were flooded with videos and images of James in his panties and his butt bouncing. People shared those pics and videos as James became a viral sensation. In just a matter of minutes, millions of people had seen the video.

    One of those viewing the videos on Instagram was Devika. Her shoulders shook as she laughed so hard. She sent the videos to everyone that she knew and urged them to share them. James, the blushing panty-boi, was now an internet sensation.

    Memes were made of James in his panties. The phrase “Bounce your panties hard for me!” became a running joke.

    As James walked through the crowded shopping mall, a large number of people, mostly females, delivered a quick slap to James’ butt cheeks. James blushed and blushed in disorienting embarrassment. As he existed the shopping mall, a large crowd was following him.

    At that moment, Devika called James, and James answered the phone. He could only hear Devika laughing at first.

    “Ha ha ha, very funny!” grunted James.

    “You are popular in multiple countries. Nearly every Indian female between 16 and 26 has seen you in your tiny panties!” laughed Devika.

    “Ugh! You!” grunted James.

    “Hahaha!” laughed Devika.

    Just that moment, a large group of females came running up to James. They had seen on social media what was happening at the shopping mall while they were traveling there. The females giggled wildly as they surrounded a blushing James.

    They began slapping his butt as he turned circles to the right and then to the left. He was mortified with embarrassment. Devika laughed hysterically on the phone as James whimpered. This hilarious scenario went on for a full minute.

    James blushed and bit his lower lip as he rubbed his sore butt cheeks. Devika, still on the phone with James, began to instruct him, “Sit on the ground and bounce on that butt! Bounce those panties for me!”

    James dropped on his butt and bounced as he blushed in unbelievable humiliation. His butt cheeks plopped against the cement. The females around him laughed and took more videos.

    Those videos were placed on social media. James became even more popular. It was so very embarrassing for him. James eventually stood to his feet and ran and hid near a bush. He sat in the bushes on a pile of prickers. He told Devika that she should come pick him up and take him home.

    Devika laughed but agreed to help James. James stayed hidden in the bushes until Devika pulled up in her car. As James ran up to the passenger door, Devika left the door locked as she honked the horn repeatedly. Lots of people looked to see James standing next to the car in his panties.

    Devika let James into the car, and James sat down and whimpered for his sore butt. Devika laughed and teased James because he was the laughingstock of India. He glared at Devika through narrowed eyes.

    “You did this to me!” declared James.

    “You were always a panty boi! I just brought it out into the open!” smiled Devika.

    “You are so so smart! Ugh! Thanks for revealing my panties to everyone!” stated James sarcastically.

    “You are very welcome, panty boi!” giggled Devika.

    They pulled into James’ place. There was a group of females waiting for him. They had seen him on social media. James blushed and got out of the car. The girls surrounded him and laughed at him in his teeny-tiny panties.

    “Slap those butt cheeks girls!” suggested Devika.

    The girls laughed and slapped his butt cheeks. He grunted and hooted and turned in circles as his butt was slapped over and over. James finally ran to his door and discovered the door locked.

    He went to a window and opened the screen and began to crawl in. He was leaning into the window with his butt cheeks pooched into the air. Devika seized the opportunity and administered 5 quick slaps to his butt cheeks.

    Once James was in his house, he stood and noticed 3 Indian guys sitting as if they were waiting for him. Devika used her key and came in through the door. Devika then instructed James to suck the cocks of all 3 of those guys.

    James rolled his eyes and complied. James slurped and bobbed on each cock until they each filled his mouth with warm sticky cum. James swallowed every drop and blushed with profound and intense embarrassment.

    When he was finished, Devika smiled and told him that he would be sucking cocks every day for her from now on.

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  • Wife’s friend became my personal trainer

    This happened to me two weeks ago. My wife and I moved from Gurugram to Bangalore a few months ago. We rented a flat in South Bangalore in one of the prestigious societies. Juggling between work and furnishing the place, we finally settled in and decided to host a housewarming party.

    My wife and I met in the same company (now ex-company). So we had a few common friends from there, as well as a few of my friends and a few of hers. I had met all of her friends previously, except for Radhika, who couldn’t come to our wedding due to a family emergency.

    Yes, you guessed it right – Radhika is the leading lady of this story.

    The housewarming soiree was on a Saturday evening. We had been preparing all of Friday evening and Saturday morning for the same. We had arranged for booze, some hookah, and some other stuff (wink) with appetisers and pizzas. My wife changed into a beautiful blue gown.

    My God, she was looking heavenly. In the midst of all the office work, shifting and party prep. We have not had sex in more than a week. I breathed a sigh. I was wearing a crisp navy blue shirt with black jeans.

    I had gained some weight post-marriage, amidst all the celebrations, welcome dinners, date nights, honeymoon etc. That belly fat was starting to irk me.

    Anyway, guests started arriving around 7:30 pm, well aware that the party would probably go on till late into the night. My better half had made some welcome cocktails, which everyone relished. Then we started playing games with songs playing in the background. Radhika was running late.

    Around 9 pm, we heard the doorbell ring, and I got up to open the door. It was as if a whiff of some intoxicating fragrance hit my nose like a breath of fresh air. It was Radhika. There she was, clad in a black sleeveless bodycon dress, tightly hugging all over her body.

    She was fair and had a lovely figure with perky breasts displaying a hint of cleavage, a slim waist and a wide pelvis. Way shorter in height than my wife or I, she looked like a petite but stacked diva. She raised her right arm to wave a “Hi,” and all I could notice was her toned arms and glowingly waxed armpits.

    “Hi Radhika, it’s so nice to meet you finally. Please come in,” I said, stressing the word “finally.”

    “Aman Jiju, so sorry I am late,” she pressed hard on “Jiju” (Hindi for a brother-in-law, as the husband of a sister-like friend) in a low-pitched, beautiful voice as she walked past me. I did notice her ass. Damn, what a fine ass.

    She exchanged greetings with everyone, settled down with a cocktail and joined in the ongoing games. Hours went by, and like a good host, I was busy pleasing everyone, especially Radhika. I was making sure she always had a drink in her hand.

    I don’t drink, but I was enjoying hookah set up on the balcony occasionally. She had a beautiful smile and an even-pleasing laugh. Around 11, we all settled down with some dinner with soothing music playing in the background.

    One of my friends commented, “Aman, bro, you should watch your weight. You’ve been growing like anything.” I know his tone was more playful, but I felt a little embarrassed. Surprisingly, my now-drunk wife also joined him and repeated the same.

    At this time, I briefly looked at Radhika, and she looked back. My eyes immediately fell to the ground. I was crestfallen. “So what, guys? He’s enjoying the honeymoon period of his marriage. And Jiju, if you want, I will train you,” exclaimed Radhika with a wide smile.

    Her smile was as if to infuse confidence back into me.

    Everyone started hooting, “Woah, Jiju, personal trainer mil gayi,” (Jiju found a personal trainer) stressing again on the ‘Jiju’ as if it was not embarrassing enough.

    “Yeah, yeah, look at me at the next party, and you will all see. For now, let’s please enjoy dinner,” I said and changed the topic.

    After dinner was done and people had started leaving, I went out to the balcony to enjoy the hookah. I was alone for a few minutes, and then Radhika emerged. “I am sorry for what you had to go through. Don’t listen to them. These guys are idiots,” she said.

    “But they didn’t say anything wrong. I just haven’t been disciplined lately,” I replied.

    “I understand, and I was serious. If you’re looking for some help and motivation, I can help. I was extremely bulky until 2 years ago. Then I lost fat and gained some muscle. Since then, I run an Instagram page too to share my knowledge and advice,” she said and grabbed the hookah pipe from my hand.

    “Hmm, I’ll let you know.”

    “Btw, I can’t imagine you being bulky at all,” I went on in an attempt to vaguely flirt. She smiled, hookah pipe still in her mouth. She drew a long breath in. I could see her chest swelling up and back down as she breathed out with smoke. She was irresistible.

    Everyone had left by 1:30. My wife and I wrapped up and hit the bed instantly. The next day, she and I spoke about the offer from Radhika and she readily agreed. I confirmed with Radhika. We decided to start on Monday itself, in the mornings. I was nervous and excited at the same time.

    Monday arrived, and we met at one of the Gold’s Gyms around 6 am. She was wearing a pink sweatshirt and black leggings. We warmed up for a bit on the treadmill. Then she suggested we start with some bodyweight movements. That was when she took off her sweatshirt.

    She was in a maroon-coloured sports bra. She was very sexy, and I was extremely hard on my joggers. After the workout, she suggested a broad-range diet, with some do’s and don’ts. One thing she asked me was to send whatever I was eating constantly.

    All I could think about was how I would like to tear off the maroon bra and bury my face in those boobies. I went home and jerked off to her in the shower. Days went by, and because of her, I was very regular at the gym. We were also constantly texting, mostly diet/fitness-related stuff.

    She would share some recipes, motivational videos, etc. My wife would never mind because she was her friend, and she knew it was fitness-related. I followed Radhika on Instagram and found some reels in which she looked extremely gorgeous. I would always like her stories.

    I had to travel out of Bangalore for a week, so I had to miss my training sessions with Radhika. On the second day of my travel, she sent me a post-workout gym selfie (one-time watch on WhatsApp), lying on the floor in a green sports bra, captioned “Missing my workout partner.” I was in a board room and rock hard.

    “Not fair, you’re teasing me while I am at work,” I replied.

    “Come back soon then, and remember to squeeze in some workout if you can,” she replied, with another one-time pic – this time a mirror selfie of her showing her ass in tight black shorts.

    “I can only think of one thing to SQUEEZE after that picture,” I said boldly.

    “Lol,” she replied.

    We kept talking throughout my trip, and when I was back, I noticed some changes. She would constantly praise me at the gym/WhatsApp for my dedication and touch my arms, chest or glutes during workouts in a playful manner. She would flirt back as well.

    Because of her, in 3 months, there were visible changes. I had always had broad shoulders (which she praised), but my torso was looking better in shape. Belly fat had disappeared. Overall, I was even better toned than I used to be before marriage.

    Confidence was back, and so was my sex life with my wife. Although, I wouldn’t deny imagining Radhika at times while fucking her or while jerking off in the showers. I decided to act on it.

    The following Sunday morning was on a long weekend, the gym was fairly empty. We were doing some heavy compound movements. She was doing some heavy barbell squats and asked me to support her from behind now that I was also stronger.

    I stood beside her, not knowing the distance between us was very small. As she squatted down, her ass touched my dick, and I became hard. I didn’t move back, neither did she. She continued her reps and grazed my dick every time she went down. After the set, she just turned around and smiled sheepishly.

    Next, I went on the bench press, and she came on top of me again to support me. She sat very close to my dick. Then adjusted herself until she was on top of it. I was still hard, and every rep felt like we were dry-humping. It was clear what both of us wanted.

    In one of the breaks between sets, I asked the guard outside not to let anyone else into the gym in exchange for two 500 rupee notes. After almost an hour of feeling each other this way, the moment we reached the locker room to change, we started kissing each other madly.

    I kissed her lips intensely, almost biting the lower and upper lips one by one. We were pumped, drenched in sweat, which mixed with her mysterious body perfume, did magic on me. I pinned her against the lockers while kissing, without a care that we were in a public place.

    Her left hand held my head and brushed my hair while our lips were having a wonderful time. Her right hand slowly reached the top of my shorts, rubbing my dick. My hands were grabbing her ass tighter than ever after the squats! It felt so good touching her.

    Our kiss went on for about 10 minutes, only to break for a breath. My hands then went straight to her boobs over her bra. Her pink bra today had a zip in front, which I wasted no time unzipping. Her boobs were out a couple of beautiful melons with light brown nipples.

    They were big but not at all sagged. After all, she was a fit woman (36D-28-32). I got to know her exact measures later. I pressed them, mauled them, kneaded them, and pinched the nipples for a while. She pulled my shorts and underwear down to release my member.

    She gasped at it and started stroking it with her hand. I sucked her boobs while still standing in the locker room of a public Gold’s Gym. I wanted to go for the kill, but not without having tasted her pussy. After all, I had imagined it so many times since the housewarming party.

    I turned her around and bent her in a doggy position on one of the benches in the locker room. I pulled her shorts and panties down in one go. Like a hungry dog, I went straight to her pussy. She was neatly trimmed there, with a bit of hair that added to the fun.

    Kissed her inner thighs as my thumb pressed her outer lobe.  She was trying to contain her moans at first but then gave in and started moaning loudly. I pushed two fingers in, one after the other, fingering her. Then my lips met her pussy lips as I kissed them, and my tongue started licking her beautiful glory hole.

    Once I found a rhythm with her help, I continued doing the same moves with my tongue as she kept pulling me inside. I was almost eating her out, grabbing her butt with my hands now. I was like a dog licking an ice cream for quite some time. Then she came with one loud moan.

    I was in no mood to stop. So I pulled out a condom from my wallet, put it on and in that same position, thrust it in. Since she had been dripping wet for a while, it went in without much effort. I went slow at first, gradually increasing my speed with each thrust.

    I gripped her slim waist with both my hands as I rode her in doggy style. The humidity of the locker room, our sweat and her wet pussy were heating the scene. She had been in that position for quite some time, so I turned her around after a few minutes of fucking.

    We positioned ourselves in missionary on the bench and continued fucking. Now she held my ass as if not to let go of my dick ever, and I pressed her beautiful big boobs. I moved one hand to her pussy and started fingering her simultaneously.

    Pleasantly surprised by the dual action, she came in the next 2 minutes. I also came right after her. I bent down for our lips to meet again as spurts of my cum gushed into the condom. We caught our breaths and got into the showers hurriedly.

    We washed each other while playing again (she gave me a blowjob), got ready and were out of the gym.

    “That was one of my fantasies. Thank you, Aman Jiju,” she said in her sweet voice, again stressing on Jiju.

    “I’m glad you enjoyed it, trainer mam. Maybe this can be another movement in our workout routine?” I winked.

    “For sure, maybe many more variations,” she winked back.

    We left for our homes.

    “Boy, does someone look really pumped after his workout? Looks like Radhika is grinding her Jiju out there,” my wife said back home.

    “Well, of course. She does give me a hard time at the gym,” I replied.

    Thanks for all the love for my previous stories. You may share comments, criticism, and love for this one with me at [email protected].

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  • Horny, unsatisfied milf became satisfied

    Hey guys, this is Yami. Do no get confused by my name. I am a guy and I live in Bengaluru.

    Let me describe my appearance. I am 167 cm tall with an average gym body, fair skin tone, long hair, and a handsome face. I was returning from a movie on a bus. Usually, the buses in Bengaluru are very crowded and it is very common to push and grind against each other. I was standing beside this lady. She was sitting on the corner side and was staring at me. So I ignored her.

    She was around 40 years old and had huge boobs. Her figure might have been 38-34-42. She was wearing a saree and I could clearly see her cleavage.

    After a while, the driver suddenly applied brakes, and in a hurry to stop myself from falling, unknowingly I put my hands on her wide shoulder. Then I apologized and she smiled at me.

    I was able to see her deep cleavage and was enjoying the view of her milky boobs. She got down at the same stop as mine. When I started walking, she tapped my shoulder and told me that she had seen me staring at her cleavage.

    Then she asked: Have you enjoyed the view? Do you want to taste them?

    I nodded my head saying, yes! Then she took me to her house and told me that her husband was out for a few days for an official work. She told me that her husband was usually exhausted and he won’t fuck her at all.

    This milf had a very soft voice filled with shyness, but she was desperate for sex. Then she said that she found me enjoying her breast that her husband didn’t even look into in his life. She had 2 children. They had gone to school.

    The moment when we entered the house, the milf pushed me inside her house and locked the door. Suddenly, she started to kiss me and bite my ears. We both then went on her sofa. It was so good. We did it for 20 minutes.

    Then I removed her saree and unlocked her blouse. She then stripped down her bra and started to suck her nipples which were already hard. I was continuously biting her nipples and pulling her nipples out while sucking her boobs. Then I spat on her mouth which made her more horny and wet. She was moaning like hell. The milf was so loud. I sucked her for some time maybe for 45 minutes. Then she took me to her bedroom and pushed me on the bed. After that, she pulled my pants off and sucked my dick. It was so good.

    After a mind-blowing blowjob from her mouth, she started to give me a boob-job with her big boobs. After some time, I said I couldn’t control it any longer. I was about to cum. The married woman started to give a blowjob, and after a few minutes, I cummed inside her mouth, which she swallowed fully.

    Then, it was my turn. I went down and saw fatty shinning thighs. I kissed her thighs and saw that her panties were already so wet. It was dripping to her thighs. Then I licked her dripping juice from her thighs to her pussy. After that, I removed her panties and saw her pussy. It was so wet and a beautiful clean pussy. I couldn’t control myself and started licking the milf’s pussy like a dog and inserted my tongue in her pussy.

    Feeling my wet hot tongue inside her pussy, she was moaning loudly, “Aaah.. ah.. yess… fuck me, baby, please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

    Then she locked her legs around my head while I sucked her juice out from her pussy which was so wet. l increased my speed and inserted my finger while my mouth was eating her pussy. Then she became restless and started to shiver.

    After some time, she pulled my face off and started kissing. I pushed her back, went on top of her, and started fucking the milf in a missionary position. At the same time, my mouth was sucking her boobs. My fingers were inside her mouth in that position. After some time she had an orgasm. Then we changed the position.

    She was in a cowboy position, bouncing up and down. Then she started to ride the dick harder and harder. While she was moaning so loud, I was squeezing her boobs. Then she told me –

    She: Fuck me harder.

    Then I changed the position to missionary and started to fuck her so hard.

    She was moaning: Aah.. fuck me…fuck me… Fill your cum inside me. Aaah… fuck me harder…

    Then I lifted her legs in the air and increased my speed.

    She said: I am cumming, I am cumming.

    Then we both cummed at the same time inside her pussy. After that, I was so tired and in no mood to fuck her further. We slept for a while and later she started to blow my dick with her big sloppy lips and boobs. Then I saw her horny face. She told me to fuck her ass.

    I stood up and pinned her head down to the bed and made her ass up, so I could pound her big fat ass. But it was so tight. So I spit on her ass, and then inserted my dick in. She made a loud sound in pain but she was enjoying the same time.

    Then I fucked and slapped her ass for another 15 minutes. She was enjoying the pain of her ass, which was never fucked in her lifetime. Then she told me cum on her face. After that, we both stood up, took a shower, and cleared up our dresses. Then she said she didn’t have such amazing sex in her lifetime.

    I could see her eyes. She was happy and satisfied. Then, on the doorstep, I gave her one goodbye kiss. I left her place and came back home. I hope you guys enjoyed my story. Please be tuned, I will be back with another story of my life.

    Any horny ladies in Bengaluru mail me for a wild ride. See you all soon.

    You can contact me and send feedback at [email protected]

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  • Bua ki ladki ke sath incest – Part 1

    Hello doston, mera naam hai Rachit (name changed), aur main ISS ka daily user hu. Logon ki itni interesting aur achi kahaniyon ko sun kar maine bhi socha ki main bhi apni original story likh hi du.

    Baat hai tab ki jab main kareeb 19 saal ka tha. Thoda healthy tha, but handsome bhi (aaj bhi hu), aur mera chhota sathi 6 inch ka tha, jo ki ek badi aurat ko bhi santusht karne ke liye kaafi hai.

    Garmiyon ke samay mein mere ghar par aksar logon ka aana-jana laga rehta tha. Kabhi-kabhi meri bua bhi apni do betiyon ko lekar aa jaya karti thi, jo ki mujhse umar mein maatra 3 maheene chhoti thi.

    Umar mein zyada antar na hone ke kaaran hum ek-doosre se aksar aankhen bhidaya karte the, aur fir hass diya karte the. Kaafi din ye silsila chalta raha. Fir ek din Raagini (bua ki badi beti) mere kamre mein subah nahane ke baad aayi, aur usne dekha ki main so raha the. To wo wahi par kapde badalne lagi.

    Wo meri aankhon ke saamne poori nangi khadi thi. Achanak wo mere paas aane lagi, aur meri aankhon ke saamne apni dono badi, raseeli chuchiyan dikhate hue hilne lagi. Main wo sab dekh raha tha, aur mann hi mann bahut khush ho raha tha.

    Neeche se mera lund poori salami de raha tha, jo ki shayad usne dekh liya. Fir maine himmat jutayi, aur aankhen khol karke kaha-

    Main: Kaafi badi ho gayi ho tum Raagini. Ye sab baad mein karna, abhi mujhe sone do.

    Wo sakpaka si gayi, aur usne apne badan ko dhakne ke liye jo kar sakti thi kiya.

    Maine kaha: Koi baat nahi, ab to sab dekh hi chuka hu.

    Ye sunte hi usne meri aankhon mein dekha aur hamne bina kuch kare sab kuch kar liya. Dheere se wo mere paas aayi, aur mere lund ko choone lagi.  Kal tak chut ko kewal dekhne wala lund aaj sach mein apne ghar par aane wala tha.

    Usne mujhe zordaar kiss kiya, aur kamra chuu-chuu karke goonjne laga. Maine fir socha, shubh kaam mein deri kaisi, aur zordaar tareeke se uske boobs ko dabane laga, Wo siskiyan lene lagi. Maine zor se uske nipples pe daant kaat liya, aur uske boobs ko laal kar diya.

    Kuch der uske chucho se khelne ke baad usne meri chaddi utari, mera lund dekh ke wo seham si gayi. Aakhir ye uska first time jo tha. Ek honhaar ladki ki tarah usne turant mera lund lapak liya aur zor-zor se choosne lagi. Lagataar 10 minute tak lund choosne ke baad jab main jhadne ko aaya, to tezi se mera saara paani pee liya.

    Fir maine kaha: Chaatogi hi ki chatwaogi bhi?

    Usne samajh liya main kya keh raha tha, aur jhat se bed pe let gayi. Jaise hi maine uski taange failayi, ek khushnuma mehak meri naasikaon mein vileen ho gayi.

    Poora thela laal hai kehte hi main zor-zor se uski chut chaatne laga. Wo khatte-khatte paseene aur peshaab ka swaad mere andar ke insan ko jaga de raha tha. Kuch hi der mein wo mera naam lene lagi-

    Raagini: Rachit, Rachit, chhodhna mat mujhe aaj. Mujhe apna bana lo haye.

    Mujhe laga ki mujhe azaadi mil gayi thi. Maine fir to kisi suar ki tarah chut ko khod daala. Dus minute mein hi jab uska paani nikla, to main kutton ki tarah saara paani chaat gaya.

    Kuch der Raagini ke naa-nukur karne ke baad hamne finally soch hi liya ki hum 69 karenge. Mere lund ko uske muh mein jo aanand aa raha tha, wo mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai. Poore tareeke se uski chut chaatne ke baad maine kaha-

    Main: Mere room mein bathroom attached hai. Aao wahi chal ke nahate hai.

    Hum dono fir sath-sath nahane gaye, aur bathroom mein ek-doosre ko zor-zor se kiss karne lage.

    Maine kaha: Aao sex karte hai.

    Usne kaha: Nahi, abhi hamare ghar mein sab jaag rahe hai. Awaaze hongi to sab ko shak hoga.

    Maine kaha: Mauke ki taalash mein hu jaaneman. Bas tumhe jaldi hi lita loonga.

    Ye sunte hi wo blush karne lagi. Hum sath nahaya jisme usne mujhe ek bahut hi badhiya blowjob diya. Maine socha ki return gift mein kam se kam boobs to daba du. Par usne karne nahi diye, kyunki wo pehle se laal ho gaye the.

    Fir hum baahar aaye aur ache sabhya bachho ki tarah ghar walo ke saamne rehne lage. Par hum logon ke andar jo tha, wo to hum hi log jaante the. Jawani ka hath hame ek doosre ki aur aakarshit karta jaa raha tha.

    Hamne end mein socha ki kyun na hum ghoomne ke bahane baahar chale, aur ek hotel mein room book karke apne armaan zaahir kar de. Par uske liye jeb dheeli karni padti.

    Fir hamne socha ki mera ek dost tha, jiske mata-pita kuch din ke liye baahar gaye the, aur wo akela tha. Samay seema ka dhyaan rakhte hue main sarpat usse appointment liya, aur wo taiyaar bhi ho gaya. Aaj mere saalon ke pyaase lund ko ek poore jism ka matka milne wala tha, jo iske armaano ko aur bhi jagaye jaa raha tha.

    Maine ghar pe bataya ki main aur Raagini kisi purane dost ke ghar party pe jaa rahe the, aur der shaam tak lautenge. Ghar walo ne mujh pe vishwas jata kar mujhe Raagini ke sath party (sex) ke liye bhej diya.

    Main aur Raagini ek sath paidal apne jigri dost ke ghar jaa rahe the. Hamne hatho mein hath pakda hua tha, aur aankhon hi aakhon main ek-doosre ko stimulate kar rahe the. Maine apne kandhe se use halka sa dhakka diya to usne return mein apni kamar se meri kamar pe hamla kara.

    Main is aane waali harkat ko pehle hi bhaamp chuka tha, to maine jhat se apni kamar peeche kar li, aur usne mere lund par vaar kara. Use laga ki usse galti ho gayi aur maine bhi aisa naatak kiya ki zyada chot aa gayi ho.

    Fir kya, usne kaha: Lao dekhu to.

    Maine kaha: Tumse raha nahi jata.

    To usne mujhe zor ka smooch de daala.

    Doston, main apni story yahi end karta hu. Next part will be coming soon. Stay tuned to ISS. Those who want any extra sexual support from me, email mein so that I can reach you.

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  • XXX TMKOC – The end! – Part 5

    This is the final episode of ‘TMKOC – The End!’ after ‘TMKOC: The end! – Part 4.’

    Gokuldham society ke sabhi log apne naye sambandhon mein khush the. Sab apne naye pati – patni ke sath mauj kar rahe the. Tabhi achanak Ashit Modi a jata hai. Usko dekh kar Jethalal kehta hai, “Aa gaya chutiya. Anjali tu sambhal kar. Tereko chhed na de ye behen ka lauda.”

    Ashit Modi sab ko ek sath bulata hai aur kehta hai, “Mere pyare Gokuldham vasiyo. Main apka producer Ashit Modi, apko ye good news dene aya hun ki ab main ek builder bhi ban chuka hun.” Sab taliye bajate hai.

    “Main apni pehli building yaha Gokuldham society main hi banana chahata hun. Uska nam main rakhunga ‘Ashit tower.’ Aap sab ko apna ghar khali karna hoga. Lekin main apko jab tak apka naya ghar nahi mil jata tab tak as pas ke societies mein flats dunga.”

    Sab ki apas mein bat cheet hoti hai aur sab apna ghar khali karne ka decide karte hai. Sab apna ghar khali karte hai aur Ashit Modi ne diye flats mein shift ho jate hai. Sab ko alag alag societies mein flats milte hai.

    Idhar Gurgaon mein Tapu Babita ko ek khush khabri deta hai. “Babita, Meri company ne mujhe London transfer kiya hai. Ab hum apna bachha wahi paida karenge aur bada karenge.”

    “Arre wah Tapu. I can’t believe hum London shift honge. Tu ne kitna kuch kiya mere liye. Mujhe Gurgaon laye. Mere sath bachcha paida kiya aur mujhe London le ja rahe ho. Woh chutiya Iyer toh kuch bhi nahi kar saka.”

    Tapu thoda naraz ho jata hai aur kehta hai, “Babita, tum Iyer uncle ko beech mein mat lao.”

    Babita Tapu ko kiss kar ke kehti hai, “Achha sorry baby. Chalo Iyer ne kabhi meri gand nahi mari, tum mar lo. Anal karte hai.”

    Tapu turant khush ho jata hai aur kehta hai, “Babita, agar maine tumhari gand hi mari hoti toh humara bachcha nahi paida ho raha hota.”

    “Hahaha Tapu…” Tapu apna lund bahar nikalta hai aur Babita ki gand mein dal deta hai. Woh abhi bhi tight thi. Dono khub chillate hai aur mauj karte hai. Fir agle din woh dono London ke liye nikal jate hai.

    Tarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashma takes a 10 year leap!

    Ab dus sal ho chuke hai aur Gokuldham society ki jagah par nayi Ashit tower ban chuka hai. Sab ko apne flats ka possession milta hai aur sab rehne a jate hai. Unme se kayi TMKOC ke purane kirdar bhi hai.

    Sonu, ab ek vidhwa hai, apne 9 sal ke bachche ko le kar naye building mein rehne ati hai. Popatlal ki maut teen sal pehle ek sting operation mein pakde jane se ho jati hai. Sonu ab Popatlal ke savings aur pension se aisho aram se rehti hai.

    Komal aur Tarak kha kha kar itne mote ho jate hai, ki unhe heart attack a jata jai aur woh dono mar jate hai. Bhide ne Sodhi ka garage chala kar bohot paise kamaye aur car showrooms khol diye.

    Gadiya bech kar woh ameer ho gaya aur usne Lonavala mein bungalow khareed liya. Woh aur Roshan ab wahi rehte hai aur khub sex karte hai.

    Hum sab ka chahita Jethalal bhi ab wapas a jata hai. Aur iss bar Jethalal ne Ashit tower mein poore teen floors le liye hai. Anjali, Jethalal ki patni bhi ussi ke sath rehti hai. Anjali ne Jethalal ko diet food khila kar ek dum fit kar diya hai.

    Jethalal ab ghanto tak sex kar sakta hai. Ussi liye usne Madhavi ko bhi apne sath rakha tha. Woh Chachaji ke maut ke bad Jethalal ko apna pati manti thi. Jethalal, Anjali aur Madhavi khub threesome sex karte the.

    Ab Tapu ne bhi London mein khub paisa kama liya tha. Tapu aur Babita ka dus sal ka bachcha bhi tha. Usne India ane ki jid ki, toh Babita ne Tapu ko mana liya. Tapu, Babita aur unka bachcha Krish India ate hai.

    Woh sabse pehle Gokuldham society pohochte hai jo ab Ashit tower hai. Watchman se puchhne ke bad woh Jethalal ke ghar chale jate hai. Babita Jethalal ko dekh kar hairan ho jati hai.

    Woh man hi man mein sochti hai, “Yar pata nahi that ye Jethalal itna sexy aur handsome banega. Pehle kitni line marta tha mujhpe. Ab ye Anjali aur Madhavi dono ki leta hai.”

    Jethalal bhi apne mann mein sochta hai, “Babita ji toh abhi bhi fatakdi lag rahi hai. Kaun kahega ki ye ek bachche ki ma hai? Kash main isse apni teesri biwi bana sakta!” Dono ek dusre ko pyar ki nazar se dekhte hai.

    Utne mein hi Sonu apne (aur Tapu) ke bachche ke sath ati hai. “Arre Tapu, tu ane wala hai mujhe batana chahiye tha na. What a surprise!” Sonu Tapu ko Popatlal ke maut ke bare mein batati hai aur uska aur Tapu ka banaya bachcha bhi dikhati hai. “Ek dum shararati hai meri tarah.” Sab hasne lagte hai.

    Sab khana khane baithte hai aur khane ke bad bat cheet karne baithte hai. Tabhi Babita kehti hai, “Tapu, if you don’t mind. Mujhe pata hai tere papa mujhpe bohot line marte the, lekin ab mujhe un par line marne ka man kar raha hai, I mean sex karne ka, I mean tum samaj rahe ho na….”

    “Babita, don’t worry, chill. Aap dono andar jaiye, main Anjali aunty, Madhavi aunty aur Sonu se bat chit karta hun.” Babita Jethalal ko kheech kar andar ek bedroom mein le ati hai aur uske kapde fad deti hai.

    Babita Jethalal ko kiss karti hai aur Jethalal bhi khush hota hai. Jethalal ab pure josh mein a jata hai. Woh Babita ko bistar par patak deta hai aur uske sath missionary position mein sex karne lagta hai.

    Babita jor jor se cheekhne lagti hai aur uski cheekhe pure building mein sunai deti hai. Ek ghante tak sex karne ke bad Jethalal Babita ki andar a jata hai. Babita ke mann mein ek crazy idea ata hai.

    “Jethalal, kyu na tu aur Tapu dono mere sath sex karo ek sath. Tum chut marna, Tapu gand marega!” Jethalal bhi agree karta hai aur Babita Tapu ko bulati hai. Babita Jethalal ke lund pe baith jati hai aur Tapu Babita ki gand marta hai.

    Babita isme bhi khub cheekhti chillati hai. Ye drishya dekhne Anjali, Madhavi aur Sonu teeno a jate hai. Babita ka double penetration khatam hote hi Jethalal Tapu ko bahar bhej deta hai.

    Babita ko patakna chalu rakhta hai. Babita ki cheekhe bhi kam nahi hoti. Bahar baithe baithe Tapu, Sonu, Anjali aur Madhavi Babita ki cheekhe sunn rahe the. Tapu kehta hai, “Sonu, Ab tera koi pati nahi hai, toh kyu na hum dono bhi kuchh gulu gulu kar le?”

    Madhavi khadi ho jati hai aur kehti hai, “Tapu, Sonu se pehle tujhe uski ma chodni padegi.” Madhavi turant apni saree utar deti hai aur Tapu ko kiss karti hai. Tapu bhi khush ho jata hai aur Madhavi ko doggy style mein chodta hai.

    Tapu ko apni ma chodte dekh Sonu naraz ho jati hai, usse manae Tapu Sonu ki pant neeche karta hai aur uski chut chatne lagta hai. “Tapu aur andar, ah, ahhh.” Tapu fir Sonu ke sath missionary position mein sex karta hai.

    Sonu ka ye kayi salo mein pehla sex tha aur usse kafi maza ata hai. Anjali, jo ab tak sab kuchh dekh rahi thi, khadi ho jati hai aur kehti hai, “Jab sar teri le rahe hai, toh main kyun nahi?”

    Anjali Tapu ko sofa pe sula deti hai aur uska lund apne chute mein dal kar usse cowgirl style mein chodti hai. Tapu Anjali ko kiss bhi karta hai. Anjali aur Tapu chudai kar rahe the tabhi Jethalal aur Babita bahar ate hai apne ghanto ka sex kar ke.

    Babita kafi thaki hui lag rahi thi. Jethalal Anjali aur Tapu ko chudai karte dekh hairan ho jata hai. “Just chill Jethalal. Tu aur Babita itna cheekh kar sex kar rahe the toh hum ladies ka bhi mann kiye. Tapu yahi tha, toh uski hum sab ne le li,” Anjali ne Jethalal ko kaha.

    “Tum sab ne?”

    “Ha!”

    “Arre wah Tapu! Aur waise maine aur Babita ne ye faisla kiya hai ki woh aur main ab sath mein rahenge, tumhe chalega?”

    “Koi bat nahi, papa. Aapki crush hai Babitaji. Main janta hun. Main Sonu ke sath rahunga aur usse khush rakhunga.”

    Anjali kehti hai, “Ek minute Tapu, Ab Jethalal teen aurato ko handle nahi kar payenge. Tumhe mere aur Madhavi mein se bhi kisi ek ko chunna hoga.”

    Jethalal sehmati jatate hue kehta hai, “Ha, tu kisse chunta hai Tapu?”

    Madhavi beech mein bolti hai, “Mere hisab se mein Tapu ke sath nahi reh sakti. Sonu meri beti hai. Kaisa lagega agar ma aur beti ek hi ladke ko roj chodenge? Aur maine pehle Sonu ke papa ko apna chut diya, fir bappuji ko diya, fir Jethalal ko, aur ab Tapu ko? Sab mujhe randi kehne lagenge. Nahi.”

    Sab hasne lagte hai. Anjali bhi haste hue kehti hai, “Thik hai toh ye tai raha ki main jaungi Tapu ke sath. Sach kahu toh jab se Tapu college jane laga, mujhe uspar crush a gaya tha. Ab main isse roj chodungi.”

    Tapu Anjali aur Sonu ko hug karta hai. Jethalal Babita aur Madhavi ko hug karta hai.

    Dosto, aise hoti hai khatam ‘Tarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashmah’ ki kahani!

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  • Kishen’s Life-changing Discovery – Part 19

    Note: Read previous parts for better continuity. Even with the mention of ‘boys’, all characters are above 19 years of age.

    Before Fidah could even close her mouth after speaking, Kishen lowered his track pants—all the way to his ankles. Lowering his ‘Amul Macho’ underwear, Kishen pulls his dick out and begins stroking.

    “Ha ha, I delegate you, Kishen. Give them orders! Get creative as you stroke! Remember, it’s Gauri’s first time experiencing real passionate sex from a male. So I’d appreciate it if your instructions come within keeping it tender for her.”

    “So, will they fuck Gauri too? But aunty, didn’t you tell her that she wishes to be fucked by someone else?”

    “You’re correct. But that ‘special someone” is a bit rough. I’d like her to be ready for him. While Deepak and Tariq may or may not fuck her, eventually, I don’t want them to go all in and exhaust her,” clarifies Fidah.

    “I understand perfectly,” responds Kishen.

    “Can you two please stop talking to each other and tell us what the fuck to do?” asks Deepak impatiently.

    “Ha ha..for men, ‘horniness’ and ‘impatience’ go hand-in-hand. Take the lead, Kishen,” says Fidah.

    “Ok, so, how about Gauri stroke their cocks?” Kishen asks.

    Unimpressed by Kishen’s first command, Fidah says, “See, that’s the problem with you horny guys. You want to get the organs involved from the get-go. Start it slow, Kishen. Too bad you say you’re so experienced in sex but don’t really know what women would like and prefer. Let me give you an example.”

    “Boys, sit close to Gauri and make her feel at home,” Fidah orders.

    “Tariq and Deepak proceed to sit right next to either of Gauri’s sides. They playfully inch closer to her body. Gauri gets shy and smiles at Fidah when their bodies touch her on either side. Fidah gives her a ‘thumbs-up” of assurance.

    “Have a go at it again, Kishen. What do you suggest they do now?”

    “Umm, ok. This is harder than I thought. How about you two take turns to kiss her on her cheeks?”

    “That’s something she can handle. Proceed!” Fidah instructs. “Keep it playful and light. Don’t get competitive. Don’t discomfort her in any way.” she adds.

    With a playful demeanour masked by obvious horniness, Tariq and Deepak proceed to plant kisses on a blushing Gauri’s cheeks. She playfully tries to dodge their kisses. But she is evidently enjoying the affection she’s getting.

    “Poor thing, she never experienced such tender masculine affection in her lifetime,”  Fidah whispers to Kishen.

    “Looking at her, I’m not even horny now. Because I feel so happy for her.” Kishen responds.

    “Yeah,  It took a lot of effort to get her to open up, talk and even get interested in sex again,” Fidah replies.

    “Hard to imagine what she went through, ” Kishen responds. “So, shall I give my next instruction?” Kishen asks Fidah.

    Fidah whispers back: “Not really needed, Kishen. They will take it from there. Look, they’ve already proceeded to kiss her on the neck. Their hands are already feeling her up. And look how Gauri’s already begun to reciprocate passionately. Interrupting them with step-by-step instructions will not work, do course correction as and when you feel necessary.”

    “I totally agree, aunty,” Kishen responds.

    Kishen and Fidah watch as Deepak and Tariq get progressive on Gauri. Having her lay on the bed, they proceeded to kiss all over her body. Watching them, Kishen remembers how he and his dad showered their affectionate kisses on Savi (his mom) in a similar manner. (Part 16).

    He begins to breathe heavily. He couldn’t help but hope that Fidah would allow him also join Tariq and Deepak.

    “Will I ever get to join the Deepak and Tariq, Fidah aunty?” he utters.

    “C’mon Kishen, you agreed not to indulge. You didn’t want to ‘take any chances’ (part 18).”

    “I wish I didn’t say that. Total regret!”

    “Ha ha, ” Fidah teases.

    “Can I at least get down from this chair and sit on the floor next to you?”

    “Why do you want to sit next to me?” asks Fidah with a naughty look.

    “Uh,  it’s easier to converse?” Kishen responds.

    With a ‘yeah right, I believe you’ smile, which Kishen notices, Fidah responds, “Before you sit, can you go out and get me a pack of cigarettes, King Lights?”

    Kishen nods in excitement. Fidah reaches out to her bra, picks up two tightly folded notes of 100 rupees, and gives it to Kishen.

    “Come back fast. You don’t want to miss this. Lock the main door and take the keys with you,” Fidah orders.

    Grabbing the money and pulling up his pants, Kishen hurries out of the room. It was a rather long distance to the sutta and chai wala’s shop that was right outside the premises of Tariq’s society.  Propelled by sheer excitement, Kishen did nothing less than fast pacing.

    After about 25 minutes, a time -frame he couldn’t track, Kishen entered the room, panting. He was welcomed by the sight of Gauri lying on the bed with Deepak and Tariq on either side. As they feasted on each of her tits, she moaned and suckled on their fingers.

    Kishen could see how glistened and swollen her nipples had become—as though they were pleading, “Enough!” More welcoming was Fidah, who sat at the same spot on the floor where she’d been. But this time, her back leaned against the wall with her legs spread—in an ‘M’ posture.

    Kishen’s eyes widened when he noticed that she’d dropped her kurta’s pyjamas and her underwear all the way to her ankles. The drop (lower part) of her kurti curtained her pussy and inner things–revealing to Kishen only the fair, plump outer thighs, knees, and the rest of her seldom exposed Muslim legs.

    Kishen was hornified even more when he noticed that both her hands were under the ‘curtain’, rubbing her pussy.

    “There is an ashtray and lighter in my bedroom, in the drawer of my dressing table. Get it and come sit next to me,” Fidah ordered. Kishen did as asked and sat next to her, but only after getting rid of his pants and underwear.

    “Light one cigarette, Kishen. I know you smoke. Let’s share.”

    “How do you know I smoke? Did Tariq tell?” Kishen asks as he lights one cigarette.

    “No. I can smell it on you.”

    “Oh, I didn’t know you smoke too, aunty,” Kishen says, taking a puff.

    “Oh no, I don’t smoke. I am a devout Muslim woman who is not supposed to smoke.” Fidah says and takes one hand out from her crotch to borrow the sutta from Kishen.

    Kishen could see her wet fingertips. Looking at her smiling eyes looking at him, he battled the urge to grab her hand and lick her fingers. Their fingertips touched momentarily as she took the sutta from him by its butt.

    Before she even placed the sutta in between her lips, Kishen quickly and involuntarily brushed his ‘exposed’ fingertip under his nose.

    Taking a long puff, Fidah orders, “That’s enough foreplay. Work on stretching her pussy.”

    Both Tariq and Deepak get up from licking Gauri’s tits and hurry to fuck her, uncoordinated.

    “Madar Chodon! Is this how you behave?” Fidah shouts out in a manner no less than a brothel owner. Kishen is taken aback.

    “Tells us, then, ammi. What should we do?” Tariq retorts.

    Passing the sutta back to Kishen, Fidah responds, “Don’t touch her pussy with your dicks.”

    “Then how are we supposed to stretch her pussy?” Deepak asks.

    “Fist her, slowly. Don’t pain her. And I want to see you do it, so don’t block my view. Sit to her side or something,” she orders sternly.

    Watching keenly at how Tariq and Deepak would carry out Fidah’s command, Kishen places the cigarette in between his lips. He senses the wetness of the cigarette butt. The hairs on his neck stand up when he realizes that the butt has soaked up the wetness from both Fidah’s pussy and saliva.

    He couldn’t help but have his tongue touch the cigarette butt. Feeling the ‘wet butt’ with his tongue tip’s tip, Kishen turns his head and looks at Fidah aunty sitting next to him. Smitten by love-fueled horniness, he looks at her as she observes how her command is being followed.

    He could feel her sexually charged sternness building up inside of her. All he wanted to do at that moment was to hug her body from the side, and stick his brown skin with her fair skin. He could smell her distinct attar.

    He wished to submissively bury his face into her armpits, to suck her fingers, to lick her mehendi-adorned toes, to have her sit on his face, and whatnot. Fidah notices Kishen staring at her.

    “What are you looking at?” she asks, rather sternly.

    “You’re so beautiful, Fidah aunty.”

    “But you’re not gonna get me,” she blushes.

    “That’s too bad. I wish for nothing else at the moment.”

    “The choice was yours, ”

    “…and I hate myself for it.”

    “Continue hating and watching what’s happening,” Fidah teases as she picks the cigarette directly from his mouth. She pushes away his chin with her wet fingertips, making him face Gauri and the boys.

    Kishen saw Tariq was now seated on the bed, resting his back against the bedside wall. His body cushioned Gauri’s upper body as she rested on him. His legs locked her legs in position, spreading them wide. Deepak was generously applying oil on, in and around her pussy.

    After ensuring all eyes were on him, Deepak began to slowly and ceremoniously slide his full middle finger into her well-oiled pussy. With his middle finger fully buried in her, he naughtily smiled at Gauri, with her reciprocating smile signalled her approval to proceed.

    He initiates slow and steady to-and-fro middle finger fucking. His finger sensed the increasing wetness and the subsequent, subtle relaxing of her pussy walls. He upped the fingering game by adding ‘rotational motion’ to the to-and-fro. Like a screw, his finger now turned as it entered her pussy.

    And just as Gauri’s pussy pleasure points were getting settled on to Deepak’s ‘new’ fingering tactic, he upped the game again. His finger began to wriggle like a worm as it went in and out of her pussy in rotational to-and-fro. With gasps, Gaudi began zoning in and out.

    “This rotational motion is something that the dick can’t do, but the hand can,” remarks Tariq.

    The treatment would only get better. Patiently, taking time, Deepak repeats his fingering sequence with two, three and four fingers. Finally, the entire fist. Tariq supported her with his body and spirit. In the form of kisses, nipple rubbing, encouraging words, and lending his hands to help her stretch her pussy.

    Gauri came explosively, squirting all over while her body shivered vigorously with long, modulating moans. For a second, everyone thought she got to fit. As Gauri reeled in the aftermath of her orgasm, Tariq moved her body onto the bed and hugged her, ‘containing’ her shivering body with his.

    His chin latched onto her neck, and his arm and leg entangled her body. Gauri pushes away his fingers from her sensitively-swollen clit as he tries to stimulate her further. He continues to embrace her body with his. Everyone saw and understood how romantically intimate Tariq can get.

    To Kishen and Deepak, it served as a reminder about how ‘intimate’ sex can be.  With a “mission accomplished” sense of achievement, Deepak turns to look at Fidah and Kishen. They were spectators to his (and Tariq’s) actions. He notices they are transfixed in watching Gauri.

    Sitting together, their bodies have long ‘stuck’ with one another’s dough balls. Deepak could see the ‘X’ their hands made. They involuntarily rubbed each other genitals while fully engrossed in watching Gauri. Their other hands exchanged cigarettes. By then, more than a few cigarette butts filled the ashtray.

    Deepak laughs and says, “Whatever the fuck happened to ‘not taking any chances?” (part 18)

    Coming down to ‘reality’, Kishen and Fidah get evidently embarrassed. They take their hands off each other’s genitalia. Involuntarily and in sync—much to Deepak’s notice—rub their noses with it.

    “Did you expect that we would sit like statues to the awesome fisting that you performed? This is just our reaction. Nothing more, ” Fidah defends herself.

    “Yeah, ” Kishen adds.

    “Yeah, right!” Deepak remarks sarcastically. “Now, tell me what we should do next, ”

    “Take rest. Adjust yourself onto the bed,” Fidah orders. She whispers to Kishen, “Now, Gauri’s pussy is fully stretched. Now, I need her mouth and her other hole to stretch like that.”

    “You mean, aunty, that Deepak should fist her mouth and asshole?”

    “No, Dummy, that will be painful and unpleasant. No fists, but dicks or something.”

    “Ok!” Kishen whispers back, excited at the prospect that he, too, could lend his dick.”

    Just then, the house phone rings!

    As though she was expecting someone to call, Fidah gets up in a hurry. She rides her ankles on her drawn-down pyjama and underwear. Wearing just the Kirthi and headscarf, she goes to the living room to answer the phone–leaving the boys and Gauri in the room.

    “How was it like to finger my mom?” Tariq asks.

    Kishen blushes and says, “You have no idea how much I’m fighting the urge just to hug her tight and go all in.”

    They hear Fidah calling Kishen over from the living room. It was Savi, Kishen’s mom, on the line. Kicking away his track pants from his ankle, Kishen rushes to the living room.

    “She sounds annoyed, and wanted to speak with you,” Fidah whispers to Kishen as he takes the handset from her. Little tensed, Fidah stands by next to Kishen and listens to what he says.

    “Hi, Ma. Tariq invited me to his house.”

    “…”

    “I forgot to call.”

    “…”

    “I will be a little late.”

    “…”

    ”I’m sorry, ma.”

    “…”

    “Uh, we’re playing some video games.”

    “…”

    “C’mon, ma, nothing light that.”

    “…”

    “Let’s do it in the evening or night.”

    “…”

    “I’ll give the phone to Fidah aunty.”

    Kishen hands over the phone to Fidah and heads back into the room. He sees Deepak and Tariq kneeling on the bed—next to either side of Gauri’s head. She is giving low-effort lip and tongue treatment to their dicks pointed towards her mouth like microphones.

    With a sigh, Kishen gets up on top of the bed, too, and proceeds to sit on Gauri’s chest. His knees supported his body on either side. He, too, extends his dick to her mouth.

    Just as Kishen begins to enjoy Garuri’s tongue, Fidah enters the room.

    “Seriously! Kishen?!? I thought we agreed not to, ” FIdah shouts. She grabs Kishen by his arm and pulls him out of the bed.

    Like a kid who’s been denied his play time, Kishen says, looking down, “I couldn’t control, aunty.”

    “Learn to control. By the way, is everything fine with Savi? She sounded a little impatient. It’s unlike her.” Fidah says, with an evident sense of guilt.

    “Yeah, don’t worry,” Kishen assures.

    “She was expecting you to come home early, ”

    “Yeah, ”

    “Why didn’t you tell earlier? Will she get suspicious? I’m getting worried.”

    “Relax, aunty, ”

    “I can’t relax. After talking to her, I am feeling kinda guilty. She is my close friend. What am I getting into?”

    “You’re not ‘getting into’ anything, aunty. You’ve already gotten in.” Deepak remarks sarcastically.

    “It’s ok, aunty. I am an adult. You were never forcing me or anything.”

    “but what if she finds out?” Fidah asks, increasingly worried.

    “Ammi,  you’re overthinking. Relax!” Tariq chimes in.

    “How can I not overthink? Do you know the seriousness of what we are doing? I mean, not everyone has to be as open as we are. And mothers with sons of your age usually have a 6th sense for the kind of hankie pankies you’d get into. I know Savi is pretty liberal and all, but what if she gets to know what we are doing with her son?”

    Realizing Fidah may be overcome with guilt and worry, Kishen decides to reveal some of his secrets to appease her. He says, “Ok, I will tell you this. She knows that I’ve had sex and all. And she seems to be cool with it.”

    The other three are surprised. But Fidah says, “That is a different thing, she may know that you may be hanging out around with your GF or something. I am her close friend.”

    “Wait, do you have a GF?!?” Deepak and Tariq ask Kishen.

    “Absolutely not! I would have definitely told you guys if I had.”

    “So, how does she know you’ve done it?” Deepak asks while Gauri is serving his dick (along with Tariq’s).

    “So, can’t a person like me not have sex with anyone other than a GF?”

    Jumping to a conclusion, Deepak answers, “Oh, so, a randi? Your mom is cool with that?”

    “You’re taking this to a whole other direction, fucker! Listen, I’ve briefly mentioned this to Tariq and he didn’t tell this to you all so as to not breach my trust. So, hear it from me: I caught my parents in an act. And since then, we’ve had that discussion and all. They know I’ve had my share of sexual experiences.”

    “They trust me with my sex life. I cannot reveal anything further for privacy reasons. But that should tell you that my being here is fine. Aunty, you’re worrying too much. Its not like I will tell everything to Mom, or she will be prying on me. I am sure she will be cool with it if or when she comes to know.”

    “Relieved at Kishen’s response but more curious than ever to know more about Kishen’s sex life, Fidah says, “Ok, that’s assuring. But still, let’s hold our lines, as we agreed, Kishen. From the beginning, my son brought you here, something has been telling me all is not good. I need more time to feel convinced this is, you know, safe.”

    Tariq laughs out loud. “It’s just your fear talking, ammi. I said the same lines you just said to Raj (Deepak’s psychologist father) when he and I started getting personal and also when he introduced the idea of bringing Hema aunty (Deepak’s mother) into our affair. Just like you, ammi, I was too concerned about how Deepu would have taken it all if he came to know.

    “Well, then, I should be more worried. Deepak lashed out! (part 4). I can’t imagine breaking my friendship with Savi.” says Fidah.

    “I assure you, it won’t,” Kishen says.

    “How are you so sure? Is she one of the persons you’re fucking with?” Fidah blurts, grabbing the chance to address her curiosity with the right question.

    “Kishen is taken aback for a moment. Everyone notices. He replies with a loud but unconvincing, “Absolutely not!”

    Fidah looks at Kishen in the eyes and teases, “The ‘absolutely not’ you’ve said when asked about having a GF sounds different to the ‘absolutely not’ you’ve mentioned just now. One of them has to be false.”

    “Oh, Come on!” Kishen says, getting annoyed.

    “Relax, I’m just playing, son!” Fidah responds and diverts the topic. She removes her top and bra while retaining her scarf around her head to tease Kishen. Seeing for the first time a nude, fair and supple-bodied Muslim woman with just her scarf was a treat to Kishen’s eyes.

    “Let’s get back to Gauri, shall we? Big day for her.” Fidah says.

    With Kishen standing watch, Fidah makes her Gauri kneel on the floor. She asks Deepak and Tariq to hold their dicks to her mouth so that she can ‘take them both together’ to ‘stretch her mouth’. Fidah squats behind Gauri to aid her in the act.

    She pushes the back of Gauri’s head to enable her better to stretch her jaws to mouth two dicks at once. Kishen is surprised by how Deepak is not at all bothered about his dick touching Tariq’s. He gets a playful urge to rub his dick against theirs.

    He dismisses the thought as weird. Kishen had always known Deepak to be a no-homo dude calling even the slightest ‘male’ touch as ‘gay shit’. Deepak explains that he was initially pretty fussy about ‘dicks touching’, but then as he got more sex, he got used to it.

    “It was funny watching him get conscious with his cock touching his dad’s as they pleasured ammi,” comments Tariq. (part 4)

    Kishen gets more aroused. Gauri struggles to fully mouth both of Deepak’s and Tariq’s cocks together. Part of the reason for it was that it was impossible for their bodies—already touching each other—to come closer. Their cocks, brought together like a V.

    It made it difficult for Gauri to deep-throat. Kishen suggested they lie on the bed like how Savi had made him and his dad lie (part 16). Fidah appreciates Kishen’s suggestions and positions them accordingly. She and Kishen also get up on the bed and proceeds to help and encourage Gauri in slowly deep-throating the two erect towering dicks at once.

    First, Fidah makes Gauri tit fuck the two cocks after thoroughly wetting her cleavage with their spits. Fidah then demonstrates to Gauri (on Deepak’s dick alone) how to take it all in without choking. Kishen is made to finger and lick Gauri from behind to keep her charged up.

    She tries to deep throat. Fidah was worried about Savi. So she didn’t encourage Kishen to finger her or even fondle her tits. After many assisted tries—with Fidah helping to keep the two dicks erect by stroking, ball-fondling, face sitting (on both Deepak and her son, Tariq) or lending her breasts (only to Deepak).

    Gauri slowly learns the art of double barrel sucking. With her mouth comfortably stretched as required, she picks up pace in mouthing both the cocks. At once and deep-throating one at a time. Horny as fuck with the continuous edging and with glistening sloppy as fuck dicks.

    Tariq asks Fidah if they can fuck Gauri, atleast for the sake of cumming or if somehow she could help them ejaculate.

    “What about me?” Kishen thinks.

    “Not yet, I need to use both of your cum for lubrication,” responds Fidah and proceeds to her room—leaving them wondering what she had in mind. Fidah comes back holding, of all things, a moderately big bulbous gear knob with an extended lever for grip.

    “That’s our old car’s gear knob!!!” exclaims Tariq.

    “Yes, the gear knob of our sweet old Maruti 800. I use it as my toy now. It will now do great service stretching Gauri’s asshole.” replies Fidah.

    “You mean we can’t use our cocks on her ass also?” says Deepak.

    “Ha, as if you’re ass-fucking experts or something. Like I said, Gauri wishes to save her holes for another person, not you.”

    “Who IS that?!?” Kishen asks.

    “Suspense will be revealed soon,” Fidah says, looking at Gauri, who is blushing.

    “I kinda know who it is. It’s an easy guess, ” says Tariq to a confused-looking Deepak and Kishen.

    “Oof, don’t reveal and spoil the fun,” Fidah responds.

    “No ammi, I won’t reveal. You’ve bought the right tool if the person who’s going to fuck Gauri is who I think it is. Maybe even I could use it to prepare my butthole for him,” Tariq jokes.

    “Chhii, now let’s get going. We haven’t got much time.” Fidah says.

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  • Testing my fantasy with window cleaner

    The sun blazed over the skyscrapers of Abu Dhabi. Inside one of these apartments was I, Sandhya, a 38-year-old Mallu woman with a penchant for the thrill of exhibitionism. I had just returned from a tedious shopping. My mind was craving something more exciting.

    I peeled off the sweaty clothes. I felt a peculiar tingle of anticipation, knowing that the window cleaner was due for his regular visit. Our bathroom was situated on the upper floor, the windows providing a bird’s eye view of the bustling streets below.

    As I approached the ensuite, I caught a glimpse of the young man in his blue overalls, meticulously wiping the glass. My heart fluttered in my chest. I pondered the delicious possibility of putting on a show for him. I had noticed the way his eyes had often lingered on me before.

    I was more than willing to indulge his secret desires. I took a deep breath and slowly slid the glass window open slightly. The cleaner looked up, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. He took in the vision of her shapely figure, partially obscured by the steaming water.

    I stepped into the shower. I knew he could see my silhouette through the frosty glass and took time lathering my ample breasts, my hands moving in slow, sensual circles. The cleaner’s eyes remained glued to the window, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to maintain his composure.

    I could see the bulge in his pants growing and knew I had his full attention. The soap slipped from my fingers. I bent over to retrieve it, my round ass sticking out, giving him an unobstructed view. My pulse quickened, and I felt a sudden urge to take this encounter to the next level.

    With a boldness that surprised even me, I stepped out of the shower and approached the glass, pressing my palm against it. The cleaner’s eyes darted around, checking for any signs of my husband’s return. Satisfied that we were alone, he leaned closer to the window, his nose almost touching the glass.

    He whispered something, but the sound was lost in the pattern of the sound outside. I read his lips and nodded, understanding the silent agreement we had just made. He was quick to respond, setting down his cleaning supplies and unbuckling his overalls.

    I watched as he pulled out his thick, hard cock, stroking it gently as he approached. My hand moved between my legs. I felt the wetness growing more intense. As he neared the window, I slid it open just enough for our fingers to touch. His were rough and warm, sending shivers down my spine.

    We both knew the risks, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist. He pushed his cock through the gap. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the veins pulse beneath my touch. His eyes closed in pleasure, and he groaned softly.

    I began to stroke him with a firm, steady rhythm, feeling his excitement build. His hips bucked slightly, and I knew he was close. I bit my bottom lip and leaned in. My breath fogged the glass as I whispered, “Do you want to come inside?”

    He nodded eagerly. I opened the window wider, allowing him to step into the bathroom. He was a stark contrast to my husband, who had grown soft with age and comfort. The cleaner didn’t waste any time. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against my pussy.

    I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it made my core throb with need. He leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explores my mouth with an almost desperate hunger. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples until I moaned into his mouth.

    Breaking the kiss, he took a step back. His eyes raked over my wet, soapy body and began to massage my pussy. His touch sends waves of pleasure through me. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.  I gasped as his fingers slid inside me.

    Curling and stroking in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I pushed back against him, eager for more. He chuckled darkly, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure tightening in my stomach.

    “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Oh, yes,” I moaned, arching my back as his fingers danced inside me. “I’ve never been so exposed.”

    “Makes it even hotter, doesn’t it?” he replied, his voice gruff with desire. His fingers withdrew. I felt the tip of his cock nudge against my entrance. “Tell me what you want,” I managed to say, my voice breathless. “I want to fuck you right here, right now,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips firmly.

    “Then do it,” I whispered, feeling a thrill of excitement at his words. “But be quick. Someone could come in at any moment.”

    “Don’t worry,” he assured me, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “I’ll make it worth the risk.”

    “I know you will,” I replied with a saucy smile over my shoulder. “But remember, I want it fast and hard.”

    “You’re going to get it,” he promised, his breath hot against my neck. His strokes grew more demanding, filling me with every thrust. “You’re so beautiful, Chechi (meaning elder sister in Malayalam).”

    “Oh, baby,” I panted, the sound of my voice seemingly amplified by the steam-filled room. “Say Chechi again.”

    “Chechi,” he murmured, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. “Your pussy is so tight.”

    “Keep talking dirty to me,” I encouraged, my voice thick with desire. “It makes me wetter.”

    “Chechi,” he panted, his eyes hooded with lust. “I’ve dreamed of this. Your pussy, it’s like heaven. I masturbated several times thinking of you.”

    I bit my lip to stifle a moan, feeling the tension coil tighter within me. “And what do you think of my ass and boobs?” I asked, looking over my shoulder with a wink.

    “Chechi, your ass is like a ripe mango begging to be squeezed,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. “And your big tits… they’re like melons, so juicy and perfect.”

    “Do you want to touch them?” I offered, turning slightly so he could reach around and cup my breasts. His eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. “Say it,” I demanded.

    “Chechi, can I touch your melons?” he asked, his voice strained with desire.

    “Of course,” I purred, leaning back slightly so my breasts were closer to his hands. He didn’t need any further invitations. His rough, calloused hands closed around my breasts, squeezing and melding them as he continued to fuck me from behind.

    “Chechi, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. The cleaner’s eyes glazed over with desire as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck. “Chechi, your skin, it’s like silk. And your ass,” he murmured, squeezing it. “It’s so round and perfect. I want to bite it.”

    “Do it,” I urged, feeling the heat of his words on my skin. “Bite me, but not too hard.”
    He grinned, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my shoulder. I gasped, the sting of pain mingling with the intense pleasure of his cock filling me.

    “Chechi,” he murmured, his hips bucking faster. “You’re so fucking hot.”

    “Keep going,” I urged him, pushing back against him. “Don’t stop.”

    “Chechi, I can’t,” he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

    “Good,” I whispered, my orgasm building. “I want you to fill me up.”

    The cleaner nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled out of me. His shaft glistened with our combined juices. He stroked himself rapidly, his breaths coming in ragged pants. “Chechi,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Where do you want it?”

    “I want it all over me,” I said, my voice a breathy whisper. “But especially on my pussy.” The cleaner’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he nodded eagerly. “Chechi, as you wish,” he said, his grip on his cock tightening. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps.

    “Look at me,” I whispered, turning slightly so my ass was angled towards him. “Look at how much I want you to cum for me.” The cleaner’s eyes met mine, and I could see the desperation in them. “Chechi, your pussy is so pretty,” he murmured, his strokes becoming more frantic. “I want to see it.”

    “Do it,” I urged, spreading my legs wider and reaching down to spread my folds apart. “Come all over me.” The cleaner’s eyes widened, and he groaned deep in his throat as he watched my fingers play with my clit.

    “Chechi, your pussy is so wet,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Do you like being watched?”

    “Yes,” I admitted, my voice breathless. “It makes me so much hornier.”

    “Chechi, you’re so naughty,” he said with a grin, his strokes growing more frantic. “Show me more.”

    “Mmm, like this?” I asked, my fingers moving in a slow, teasing circle around my clit. “Is this what you want to see?”

    “Chechi,” he groaned, his hand moving faster. “Your pussy is begging for it.”

    “Oh, yes,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed. “Keep talking to me. Tell me what you’re going to do.”

    The cleaner’s hand tightened around his cock, and his eyes bore into mine, filled with a hunger that made me wetter. “Chechi, I’m going to cover your pussy in my cum,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You want it, don’t you?”

    “Yes,” I moaned, my hand still playing with my clit. “Tell me how much you want to do it.”

    “Chechi,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving my fingers. “I’ve been thinking about this all week. Your wet pussy, begging for me to fill it up.”

    “You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” I teased, my voice low and sultry. “Imagining all the naughty things we could do together.”

    “Chechi, yes,” he admitted, his hand moving even faster. “Every time I clean these windows, I think about you.”

    “And what do you think about?” I prodded, my curiosity piqued. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I think about watching you, touching you, tasting you.”

    I shivered at his words, the thrill of his confession making me even wetter. “And what happens next in your little fantasy?”

    “Chechi,” he groaned, his strokes growing more erratic. “I watch you play with yourself, just like this.”

    “Mmm, and do you like what you see?”

    “Chechi, your pussy is so beautiful,” he murmured. “I want to lick it until you scream my name.”

    “That sounds delicious,” I said, my voice a breathy whisper. “But for now, I think I want you to cum for me.”

    The cleaner nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. “Chechi, I want to cover your pussy in my seed,” he said, his voice a desperate moan. “Please, let me do it.”

    “Go ahead,” I said, my voice filled with anticipation. “I want to feel your hot cum all over me.”

    With a final groan, the cleaner’s cock erupted, spurts of hot cum landing on my ass and thighs. I watched in the mirror as he painted my pussy with his release, the sight making me even more excited.

    “Chechi,” he panted, his hand still moving slightly. “Your pussy, it’s so perfect.”

    “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. “Now, come closer. I want to feel you inside me.”

    The cleaner didn’t need any more encouragement. He stepped closer, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with cum. I reached back and guided him to my entrance, feeling the warm stickiness of his release against my skin.

    “Chechi,” he whispered, his eyes filled with wonder. “This is incredible.”

    “It’s just the beginning,” I assured him, pushing back to take him fully inside me. “Now, let’s see what else you can do.”

    The cleaner’s hips began to move again, his strokes deep and sure. We found an almost hypnotic rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the steamy bathroom, mingling with our moans and gasps.

    “Chechi,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and lust. “You’re so tight, so warm.”

    “Keep going,” I encouraged, my voice a breathless pant. “I’m so close.”

    “Chechi,” he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. “Your pussy is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

    “You like it?” I asked, my voice filled with mischief.

    “Chechi, I love it,” he said, his hips bucking harder. “I want to fuck you every day.”

    “Then maybe you should,” I said with a wicked grin. “If you can keep up with me.”

    The challenge in my voice spurred him on, his strokes becoming more intense. I could feel my orgasm approaching, the pressure building with every thrust.

    “Chechi,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum again.”

    “Me too,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed. “Cum inside me, fill me up.”

    The cleaner groaned, his hips jerking as he released himself deep within me. I felt the warmth of his cum fill me up. I moaned in pleasure, my climax crashing over me like a wave.

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  • Sister madness – Part 1

    Disclaimer: Every character in this story might be a work of fiction. This is an adult story, so please read only if you are 18+.

    I am currently a full-time employee of a large corporation. In that corporation, I am a CRM specialist, and I got to do all the stuff. I stay in a 1 BK apartment a little far from the metro city (to save money, of course).

    At my home, there is my father, mother, and Jyoti (my sister, we adopted her from my father’s friend as they died in a car accident during her childhood. She was 2 years old at that time). They are all in a village which is 2 days away (train journey time) from my current location.

    My father was a farmer, and now, as I am established, I am helping him to make a house of our own, and the work is continuing. My mother is a housewife and Jyoti is studying nursery now.

    As you might have guessed, she is the one with whom I had a never-forgotten time. If I have to say, her body shape is perfect. She has 32 DD measurements with fair white skin. Her body shape is like Kat Dennings and her face is like Elizabeth Olsen.

    I was busy with my work so I hadn’t gone to the village for 6 months, and she had been going to the hostel to study. She reached home 3 months back. I haven’t seen her for nearly 3 years, and we had lots of conversations on Mobile only. Now she is in our village.

    My job requires me to work 5 days a week in the office and 0.5 days work from home. It’s tiring but I have to do the work for money. Hmm, off-topic. Let’s start with the content.

    It was Friday evening and I got a call from my father. He said that Jyoti had an entrance exam located in my work city. He wanted me to fetch her and bring her here. Jyoti took the phone from Papa and said –

    Jyoti: Hi bro, how are you? Today, I got the exam location. I was telling paa-maa that I could go to your place alone and surprise you, but they said straight no.

    Me: Exactly, I am going to fetch you.

    Jyoti: Ha!

    Father: Ok, come tomorrow and take her to your place.

    Me: Ok.

    I booked an instant flight. It was at 0:30 am. Then I rushed home and made all the preparations to go there. After a flight, 5 hours of train, and 2 hours of bus travel, I reached the village. There I met with some friends and headed to our house.

    I reached the house, and someone closed my eyes from behind, and some soft stuff was pressed on my back.

    I said at once: Jyoti!

    Then my adopted sister opened and came to the front and hugged me. Her hands were smaller and I was a big guy with a muscular body. So she pressed her body closer to meet her two hands on the back of mine. This was a play we used to play since childhood crushing each other like some wrestlers. Her chest was firmly pressed against my chest and kinda my heartbeat was racing like hell.

    Mother: Jyoti, let him rest a little. Come, eat this malayi.

    My adopted sister loves all milk-related stuff. Maybe that was why her mammary glands were bigger. I have read one article about how eating milk stuff increases breast size and makes them soft. Although I hadn’t touched her directly, I knew she must be having soft breasts.

    She ran and pulled the malayi pot towards her, sitting on a small bed where usually everyone who comes to our house (like, a sofa). I sat beside her after I freshened up and stole her half of malayi and ate it. She became angry and jumped on me playing like a cat. That is what love is all about. We fought for some time on that bed until she got her stamina low. Her dress was a little out of order due to the fight and I saw a glimpse of her cleavage from that.

    Then my mother asked her to take a bath and asked me to eat anything.

    Me: Let Jyoti come, we will eat together. Give Paa to eat. He might have some work.

    So maa served him.

    Father: When are you going?

    Me: This Monday. I talked to the client, and my manager also approved for work from home. So, I am thinking of going on Monday.

    Mother: No, Monday will be your 3rd day, so it will cause harm. You go on Tuesday.

    Paa nodded, me too. I was sitting and Jyoti shouted.

    Jyoti: Bro, give me the towel; I have forgotten.

    Then I stood up and reached her drawer, fetched her towel, and was about to hand it over to her. To my surprise, she opened the bathroom door, only covering her body with a wet towel. Her shapes were perfectly seen although the towel was thick. She stretched her right hand towards me for a towel and I handed it. She smiled and took it. After drying herself, she came out with the towel and saw me.

    Jyoti: Haven’t eaten yet?

    Me: Waiting for you.

    She rushed to the drawer, fetched a white tee shirt, and dressed up. She usually wears a full dress up to her neck (some have buttons on them, so nothing much was revealed).

    Then my mother gave us milk, rice, curry, and fry, and we ate with our stomachs full. Father hadn’t left home and asked to make a tatkal ticket on Tuesday. I nodded and he left. After we ate, we went to sleep. Our house was 2 bhk. One was for mother and father, and another for us two.

    We slept on the bed. She was a hell sleeper. She never woke up unless you shouted in her ear. I used to be tired of waking her up in the morning. And she had the habit of suckling her thumb while asleep, a bad habit but she couldn’t leave it.

    Then I slept by her side. Although I was in the village, it was still a hot day, and I woke up out of hotness (thanks to the sun). But when I woke up, it was heavy. It felt like I was buried underneath something. I opened my eyes and saw my adopted sister’s right hand was on my neck and her two legs were on my thigh. My left hand was only free. She had her whole body on my right hand.

    I tried to pull my right hand out. But first I lowered her hand from my neck and got a grasp of breath. Then I pushed her legs off my body sliding her side. When I tried to pull my hand, I felt a strange sensation. My hand was in between my adopted sister’s two boobs. I could feel them as I slid out. It was difficult.

    At last, I pulled my hand. But when I saw Jyoti, I was in awe. What the hell! I had pulled up her dress during the process! Now her half-boobs were visible, and even the sweat was making it look so beautiful. She was fair but her boobs were even fairer. I had a sudden urge to masturbate.

    So I silently stood up from bed, tip-toed to the door, opened it a little, and gazed outside. No one was there. Then I pulled the door and locked it by the locking cramp. Our room had two windows, but it would be difficult to see what was happening to the bed. So, I thought to keep it open.

    Then I came to the bed. Her dress was still like that. I pulled her dress down, but I made it worse. Now her nipples were showing for wet and sweat and cleavage were showing. I couldn’t even understand. Before I knew anything, my hand was on my adopted sister’s boob, touching her nipples. I at once backed off.

    I shook her a little on the shoulder, saying, “Jyoti”. She didn’t give any response. I had hard feelings to jerk. Then I slept beside her and put my hand in, pulled my dick out, and started to masturbate. After 2 minutes, I urged to cum. Out of my habit, I mean to right and splash.

    Oh no, I remembered I was in a village and I had sprayed on Jyoti! It fell on her shirt and boobs. I was in a panic situation and removed my shirt and started to wipe it. During this, Jyoti sided a little, showing she was about to wake. I left her side and jumped to the front of the window.

    Jyoti: Bro, what are you doing there?

    I turned towards her and said: It’s too hot here.

    She was rubbing her eyes and said: Did you pee? Your pants are wet.

    I at once saw and realized some cum was there on my pants.

    Me: No, this is sweat.

    To avoid other conversations, I went to her, held her hand, and treated her like she was taunting and making fun of me. After some wrestling, Jyoti said –

    Jyoti: Now, I am wet. I need to wash.

    Me: No, don’t, you will catch a cold. Let’s go out till the electricity is back and change the clothes.

    She saw her clothes and it was fully wet.

    Jyoti: Oh man, I am completely wet.

    She went to the drawer and pulled out one t-shirt and bra and was about to pull her dress up.

    Me: Hey-hey wait. I am still here.

    Jyoti: So, what? You turn that side. Ok leave it, I will turn and change.

    She turned away, pulled her dress up, and put the old bra off and the new one on. Then she turned back. She saw me and was looking annoyed.

    Jyoti: You told me not to change in front of you, and you are here showing your nipples.

    I realized I had no shirt on. I laughed and told her –

    Me: Yeah-yeah, changing! Unfortunately, I don’t have bigger boobs than you.

    It slipped out of my tongue. She was about to hit me and I tried to run. But I got caught as she was close to the door. She pressed my chest and told me –

    Jyoti: Make this softer, and it will grow (and pinched my nipples).

    Me: Ahhh, it hurts (and beat her on the head).

    So we went out and enjoyed the breeze under the trees. Farmers had installed sprinklers on the field, so it was really great for the weather. Me and Jyoti met some of my old friends and gossiped a lot. Then we returned home at night. Papa said he got us tickets and I was happy.

    The day went by and it was Tuesday. Papa came with us to leave us at the station. I gave some cash to Papa from the ATM, and Jyoti was showing me her hand, begging for some.

    Me: I am with you, so why do you need money?

    We all laughed, and Papa seated us on the train and went out. Our seat was on a 3rd AC compartment side up and low. We had lots of luggage so we put all luggage in the upper seat and below the seat and sat on the seat below.

    Me: We have to adjust here for a night (Jyoti nodded).

    It was night. We ordered food on the train and sat there until night. It was in the AC cabin, so it was cold inside.

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  • Family ki nangi baatein

    Main aaj aapko apne hi ghar ki sacchi kahani suna raha hu. Meri 4 sisters hai, aur hum ek open minded joint family mein rehte hai.

    College life mein hum sab behan-bhai ek hi kamre mein kapde change karte the. Main almari ke paas khada hoke change karta tha. Sab se badi sister Yameena aur usse chhoti sister Kiran curtain ke paas, aur chhoti dono behne Naheed aur Faiza bed pe baith ke change karte the.

    Main chunki almari ke paas khada hota tha, to har koi almari se kapde lene aata tha, jaha main change kar raha hota tha.

    Main aksar jaan-boojh kar us waqt pant utaarta tha, jab koi sister kapde lene aa rahi hoti thi. Is tarah sab sisters ne mera lund dekha hua tha, jo har waqt khada hi rehta tha.

    Badi behno ne to kabhi koi response nahi diya tha. Lekin chhoti behne zyada respond karti thi. Ek din Faiza kapde lene aa rahi thi, jab maine pant utaar di, aur show kiya jaise zip kharaab ho gayi thi. Usne jab mera 6 inch lamba hard lund dekha, to sharma gayi, aur uska rang surkh ho gaya.

    Wo mujhe kehti: Aap change kar lo. Main baad mein cupboard se kapde le loongi.

    Ek din Naheed apne dhyan mein kapde change kar rahi thi. Usne salwar utari hui thi, aur uski phuddi uski kameez ke neeche chhupi hui thi. Jab usne dekha ki main dekh raha tha, to usne kameez hata di taaki main uski phuddi asaani se dekh saku.

    Isi tarah ek din maine pant utari hi thi, ki Naheed ne awaaz di: Bhai meri panty pakda do almari se.

    Us waqt usne saare kapde utaare hue the. Main bhi kapde change karne ki bajaye uski panty talaash karne lag gaya. Jab mujhe na mili to wo khud uth ke aa gayi. Us waqt wo bilkul nangi thi. Uski body milky white thi, boob size 34″ hoga, pussy shaved thi, aur bilkul clear view de rahi thi.

    Usne mujhe aur mere khade hue lund ko gaur se dekha, aur kehne lagi: Bhai kya aapka lund har waqt khada hi rehta hai? Abbu ka to har waqt khada nahi hota.

    Ab wo apni panty talaash karne lagi, aur main bhi isme uski help kar raha tha. Maine ek hath uski bund (gand) pe rakha, aur doosre hath se panty dhoondhne laga. Jab wo wapas mudi to mera hath uske boob pe bhi lag gaya tha, jisse uske nipple hard ho gaye the. Uski bund darmyane size ki thi.

    Isi tarah ek din Faiza bhi kapde change karte hue aa gayi. Usne sirf socks pehni hui thi. Baaki wo alif nangi thi. Mujhe pata tha wo jaan-boojh ke apni body mujhe dikhane aayi thi. Uska rang light brown hai, 32″ size boobs, pussy bhi shaved thi.

    Uski bund bhi chhote size ki thi. Maine mazaak-mazaak mein uski phuddi ko hath laga diya, to wo boli-

    Faiza: Bhai tang na kiya kare.

    Maine fir uske boob ko pakad liya to usne bhi badla lene ke liye mera lund apne dono hatho se pakad liya, aur zor se kheencha. Isse mujhe pain bhi hui. Lekin maza bhi aaya.

    Ek baar Kiran ne tight jeans pehan kar jana tha. Wo bed pe let ke jeans ko upar kheench rahi thi, is tarah ki uski dono taange hawa mein thi, aur phuddi ka muh khula hua tha. Wo koshish ke bawajood na pehan saki, to maine kaha main help kar deta hu.

    Maine fir usko zameen pe khada kiya, aur khud zameen pe baith ke jeans ko upar kheencha. Is dauraan mere honth uski phuddi ko touch ho gaye the, aur maine ek sexy smell bhi feel ki thi.

    Aap soch rahe honge ke badi sisters ka zikar nahi ho raha. Asal mein badi sisters ki college timing alag thi, to wo hamare sath bahut kum kapde change karti thi. Ek din Yameen naha ke nikli. Usko nahi pta tha ki main bhi kamre mein maujood tha.

    Wo bilkul nangi thi, aur towel sar pe lapeta hua tha. Usne mujhe dekh ke koi khaas reaction nahi diya, kyunki ye pehli baar nahi tha ki maine usko nanga dekha tha. Uski body ka color white hai, boobs ka size 36″, aur bund bhi kaafi badi thi. Uski pussy pe kaafi baal the. Usne kapde liye, aur mere saamne hi change karne lag gayi.

    Fir wo mujhe kehti hai: Bra ki hook band kar do.

    Maine dekha ki boobs abhi bra se baahar the. Maine hook band kiya, aur boobs ko bra mein adjust karne lag gaya, jis par baji ne thank you bola. Kiran sabse zyada sharmeeli thi, aur koshish karti thi ki usko koi na dekhe. Ek din hum sab ne plan banaya. Kiran naha ke nikli to Yameena ne uska towel kheench liya.

    Ab Kiran bilkul nangi hum sab ke saamne khadi thi. Kabhi wo apne hatho se boobs cover karti thi, aur kabhi phuddi. Uske boobs 38″ size ke the, pussy aur bund bhi king size thi. So hatho se wo cover nahi kar sakti thi. Lekin uska rang laal ho gaya tha. Is tarah wo bhi khulti jaa rahi thi.

    Ek din usne chudidar pajama pehan ke jana tha, jo ki bahut tight tha. Wo bhi bed pe let ke dono taange hawa mein utha ke pehan rahi thi. Uski phuddi ka muh khula hua tha, aur phuddi ka hole itna bada tha ki ek time pe 2 lund bhi andar jaa sakte the.

    Fir maine aur Yameena ne help ki to usne pajama pehna. Is dauraan maine 2 fingers uski phuddi mein daal di, aur pajama zor se upar kheencha. Jab shaam ko usne pajama utaarna tha, tab bhi lag raha tha wo jang lad rahi thi.

    Is dauraan hum sab ne uski phuddi aur bund ka khoob nazara kiya. Kab usne taange upar uthayi hui thi, to uska tatti wala hole bhi maine dekha tha. Main subha-subha aksar trouser neeche karke sone ka drama karta tha, taaki jo bhi room mein mujhe uthane aaye wo mera hard lund dekh le. Kayi dafa sisters lund hila ke mujhe uthati thi. Ab hum sab kaafi bade ho chuke the.

    Ammi hamare bachpan hi se ghar mein kam hi kapde pehanti hai. Wo raat ko full nude soti hai, aur din mein bhi kayi baar salwar utaar deti hai, aur ghar mein full nangi ghoomti rehti hai. Sisters bhi ghar mein undergarments nahi pehnti aur aksar topless rehti hai. Ya sirf top pehan leti hai.

    Abbu bhi kaafi open mind hai. Abbu hamesha dhoti pehante hai jisme se unka lund aksar nazar aa jata hai. Khaas taur pe subha-subha dhoti utri hoti hai, aur abbu soye hote hai. Unka lund bhi aksar hard hota hai, jo hum sab ne dekha hua hai.

    Ek dafa hum sab baarish mein naha rahe the. Abbu ne dhoti baandhi hui thi, jo geeli hoke gir gayi. Abbu ne dhoti wapas nahi pehni, aur bilkul nange nahate rahe. Fir unhone hum sab se kaha ki saare kapde utaar do, aur barish enjoy karo. Hum sab ne bhi kapde utaar diye. Ammi ke 44″ size boobs aur family size bund bhi baarish mein bahut sexy lag rahi thi.

    Us din hamne sexy dice aur strip games bhi kheli thi, jiski details next part mein doonga. Ye pehla part hai. Main mazeed details agle part mein share karunga.

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  • Kishen’s Life-changing Discovery – Part 20

    Gauri asks Fidah for a quick bathroom visit. She wants to ensure her ass is free of any shit remnants that ‘may have accumulated’ since when Fidah helped her clear it earlier that day.

    Fidah says it’s not necessary as it’s highly unlikely. But when an overly conscious Gauri insists, she agrees and asks her to do it herself and come back. Not seeming confident in herself doing it, Gauri says she’d really appreciate Fidah’s assistance to be double sure.

    Annoyed, Fidah asks Tariq to assist Gauri this time. Gauri pretends to be hesitant and shy to take Tariq along. But Fidah, being Fidah, calls out Gauris’ bullshit and makes them go.

    As they leave, a curious Kishen asks what the process of clearing the asshole would actually be like. Fidah says it’s nothing but shoving/sticking the jet spray up the asshole, filling it with water and ‘flushing’ it out a few times or as much as required—after taking a shit.

    “Eeww, so Tariq has to watch Gauri take a shit?” asks Deepak.

    “Of course not. Shitting has to be done alone unless Tariq is into that kind of thing. And Gauri has already shat herself a couple of times as I was preparing her for you, I mean, the other person. She is not going to take a shit now. It’s just that she will have Tariq spray water up her ass a few times and see that it’s, you know, clear. I won’t put my son through gross shit like that. I know he would be repulsed.” Fidah explains.

    “We would never judge you, aunty,” Kishen says with a flirty intent.

    “Nice, keep trying to flatter me, but you won’t get shit, as we agreed.” Fidah teases.

    Kishens keeps his hand on his chest and says, “Too fucking bad…All I want is your shit!”

    Fidah laughs.

    Pointing to the gear knob dildo, Deepak asks. “So, how often do you use this? I didn’t know you had such a brilliant dildo.”

    “Nobody knew until now, Deepak. Not even my son. As a sex-starved woman, I used to use it regularly, but not after I started getting your and your father’s dick and your mother’s (Hema’s) lovely actions on my holes and body,” reveals Fidah.

    “Can you take the whole thing inside you?” Kishen asks curiously.

    With an erotic ‘Ahhh,’ Fidah slides the whole of the bulbous knob up her asshole. She turns around and begins wagging it like a tail.

    “Wow, aunty, with that gear shift, you’re certainly you’re changing the gear of my sex drive,” comments Kishen.

    “Creative flattery, Kishen, but you’re still not getting any…”

    “Why?”

    “You know why! You only agreed.”

    “But I already told you my mother knows about my sexual side, and she’d be cool with it…” Kishen negotiates.

    Patting on Kishen’s shoulder, with the gear knob lever still sticking out of her ass, Fidah teases, “I know, Kishen. I’m just teasing you. In fact, I love the flattery you’re giving me. Let’s see how good you can keep doing it, and maybe I’ll reward you.”

    Kishen nods in agreement, taking Fidah’s words both as a challenge and an assurance that he will get action from her. After all, he knows he can very well withstand her teasings. The teasing she’s giving him to give in is nothing compared to the brutal teasings he had to endure from some people in his circle.

    Gauri enters the room. She is super blushing and smiling. And so is Tariq. Gauri tells Fidah that her ass was, in-fact, clear of any shitty debris. But “thanks to Tariq’s assistance,” she was able to ensure the same and be confident to face what Fidah had in store for her.

    When Fidah asks why they’re blushing so much, both of them try to brush it off. But when she insists, Tariq says, “Nothing much, Ammi. Gauri was unconvinced that her ass was shit-free even after many flushings. So to prove it to her once and for all, I mouthed the water coming out of her asshole.”

    Overcome with shyness, Gauri covers her face. Fidah, Deepak and Kishen react with an echoing “Eew,” but their hands involuntarily begin to rub their genitals. Fidah asks Gauri if she’s ready to have her asshole also stretched for the special someone. Gauri nods with excitement.

    Fidah removes the knob from her asshole (with another ‘Aahh’) and says she will be back after washing it. Gauri stops her and says that she doesn’t mind not washing it because it was inside ‘Memsab’s ass’. But Kishen, like a hygiene enforcer, urges that the knob be cleaned thoroughly.

    He grabs it from Fidah’s hand. Surprising everyone, he proceeds to lick it clean. “How about that for flattering you?” he asks Fidah. Trying to conceal her playful blushing, Fidah responds, “Impressive.”

    All of them soon got to work at stretching Gauri’s asshole. They initially have her on all fours (doggy) on the floor and suck Deepak’s dick. Fidah makes Kishen lay his back on the floor facing Gauri’s hanging tits. He begins suckling on them like a calf.

    Tariq and Fidah—the mother and son—begin their work on stretching Gauri’s asshole. They begin with the rimming of Gauri’s asshole—taking turns and, a while later, together. To Tariq, it is only in situations like these where his mom wouldn’t mind his tongue touching hers. Gauri’s moans filled the room.

    They then start applying oil generously and begin fingering her—one at a time, and in time, together. Gauri shrieks in pain from time to time as the mother-son duo literally attempt to push the boundaries of her asshole. They carefully measure her comfort and increase the sync and intensity of their fingering act.

    Immersing herself in the pleasure, Gauri pleads with them not to stop but to continue until she gets used to it. So that she can present her hole to the special someone, their fingering act culminated in both the middle and point fingers of both their hands gripping the inner wall of Gauri’s ass.

    They continued to stretch and unstretched it. They get to a point where they try to stretch open the hole, like how one would stretch socks to put their feet in. Fidah signals Deepak to come over. Suddenly, when Gauri least expected it, with a ‘plop’ and a loud shriek, Deepak thrusts the knob into her asshole.

    Tears begin to flow from Gauri’s eyes. Hearing Gauri shriek, Kishen gets up from lying on the floor and pleasuring her hanging bosoms. He laughs at seeing the knob disappear into the ass with the lever sticking out. “Can’t Gauri push it out like she’s pushing out shit?” asks Kishen.

    “Yes, I guess, but why should she? What’s the fun in that? Let it be there for a while. Let us anally stimulate her as much as she or we would want.” Fidah responds. They make Gauri lie on her back and place a pillow below her butt—a more relaxed posture.

    Fidah proceeds to squat on Gauri’s face. Making Gauri lick her bottom line, Fidah leans forward to pinch and stimulate Gauri’s nipples. Kishen watches as Tariq and Deepak, sitting near Gauri’s ass, take turns pleasuring her by moving the ‘lever,’ fingering and licking her pussy and rubbing her clit. As a stroking spectator, he proceeds to sit close to them.

    “Ahh, the pleasure-pain is slowing going away, memsab. It’s more pleasurable now. I didn’t imagine it would be this nice when you told me,” Gauri says.

    “You two talked sex also…” asks Deepak.

    “Of course, everything is sex and beyond. Memsab has become my guide and mentor in life,” says Gauri.

    “I didn’t want you to miss out on that surprise pleasurable pain while losing your anal virginity,” Fidah says. “That’s why I asked Deepak to thrust it. Enjoy it lingering. You’re getting used to it. Soon you will be an able anal whore.”

    “You seem to be talking from experience, aunty. I’m curious. How did you lose your anal virginity?” Kishen asks Fidah.

    “It was totally unpleasant and painful. Back when I was nothing but a shy young bride, Tariq’s father pushed his thing in my ass and ripped my hole.”

    “Oh, sorry about that,” replies Kishen.

    “Ha, that’s what he also told me, but, unlike you, there was zero concern or empathy. That mother fucker! Glad he’s out of my life!”

    “Was he literally, you know, a mother fucker?” asks Kishen.

    “Of course not! I was cursing him. But he did eye my mother. Back then, I was disgusted by it.”

    “Would you have been ok with it now?” asks Deepak.

    “Never, because I know he is not a good man. If he was a decent man, and if I was as open minded as I am now, then maybe I would have been cool with it. Provided, of course, my mother also consented.” Fidah responds.

    “If he was a decent man, and assuming his mother, not yours, aunty, also consented. Would you have been ok with him being a literal mother fucker?” asks Kishen.

    “The conservative blinded me—who I was back then—would never have been ok with that. But, if my mindset were open the way it is now, I wouldn’t have minded. Again, provided everything is with mutual consent. If he were a nice man, he would have made it known to me also.” Fidah explains.

    Satisfied at Fidah’s answer, Kishen looks at Tariq and Deepak with a ‘do-you-now-see-where-I-was-coming-from’ look. (part 18)

    Deepak gets suspicious. He asks, “Bro, why are you so concerned about the word mother fucker?”

    “What do you mean?” Kishen responds, pretending not to know what Deepak is talking about.

    “Earlier also, you got a little hyper, when Karthik said it.”

    “Nothing like that, man,” Kishen fumbles. “I was asking because, you see, and don’t mind me, Fidah aunty, I thought you were referring to your ex-husband as mother fucker because he was fucking his mother. I wanted to know if you despise it.”

    “Despise what? Mother fucking?” Fidah asks.

    “No, I mean, yes. I wanted to know if that’s why you’re not encouraging Tariq’s inclination towards you.”

    “Oh, I see. No, I don’t despise mother fucking. And I am not judgmental or angry at my son for wanting to fuck me. I am not encouraging him to make advances to me simply because I don’t see him that way. Just like how Deepak does not encourage his mother to make advances towards him, even though she wants it from him.” Fidah clarifies.

    “I, too, lost my anal virginity brutally and unpleasantly,” Tariq recalls looking sad (part 2).

    “I feel for you, son. Coming to know about that horrific incident had been like I was being violated,” Fidah sympathies.

    “My apologies to you as well, Tariq, on behalf of my horrible mother fucker ex-husband!” Gauri says.

    Tariq says, “No need to apologise, Gauri. I know, Ammi. I am glad I was able to come over that dark episode. I’m happy now. Things couldn’t get better.”

    “I’m proud of you, son,” Fidah says. “Now, please focus on pleasuring Gauri.”

    “Now, Kishen. Don’t go asking Gauri if her ex-husband was also a mother fucker.” Deepak jokes as he rubs Gauri’s clit. They laugh. Thinking about Kishen’s question, Fidah recollects how Kishen had fumbled on Deepak’s comment. Her suspicions grow.

    “So, tell me, Kishen. Where are your concerns about mother fucking coming from?” she asks with a detective-like tone. “Are you doing it with Savi?”

    “What? No!” Kishen answers, looking annoyed and giving her a “not again” look.

    “You seem to get unnecessarily annoyed at that question, too,” Tariq comments.

    Kishen is at the loss of words and visibly uneasy. Seeing that, Fidah decides to stop her teasing and probing. “Enough!” she announces. “Let’s not pry on Kishen’s matters. Now, Kishen, the wait is over. Come over and feed me your dick.”

    A wide grin filled Kishen’s face. Fidah aunty had finally granted him what he’s been craving for. He gets up and proceeds to plant his feet on either side of Gauri’s abdomen. Squatting—with his butt touching her stomach and face, facing Fidah—he leans over and lowkey forces his lips on Fidah’s.

    Surprised, Fidah welcomes his smooch and reciprocates it. Tariq and Deepak claps and cheers. Kishen proceeds to fondle her breasts and stimulate her nipples. She does the same to Gauri, whose face she is squatting on.  For several minutes, the room is filled with sounds of Kishen’s and Fidah’s sloppy kissing.

    Gauri’s slurpy licking of Fidah’s bottom. Along with her moans from being anally dildo’ed and pussy rubbed by Tariq and Deepak. Affectionately cupping Kishen’s chin with both her hands, Fidah asks him to stand up as the time has come for her to blow him.

    With Kishen’s throbbing normal-sized dick millimetres away from her face, she begins to admire it. She holds it with the tips of her fingers and takes a good look at its length and girth. “That is a fine specimen of yet another cock,” she comments.

    Kishen watches her, admirably inspecting his cock. His heart pounds, knowing that at any time now, it would feel the wet warmth of a Muslim woman’s mouth. The first, and probably the last—in his life. He could already feel her breath hitting it.

    Just then, he sees Fidah pause. Her facial expressions change to that of a surprise. She asks Gauri to stop licking her and brushes off Gauri’s concerned ‘Why?” with a “Nothing!” Kishen knew something was up. It was as though she saw or realised something and snapped.

    “Is everything all right?” he asks.

    Fidah looks at him with a blank look and says, “I’m sorry Kishen. I just remembered that the special someone who we’re preparing Gauri for will be here soon, and he doesn’t know that you will be here. I was not expecting you here. So, I am going to have to ask you to leave now to respect his privacy. Really sorry.”

    Kishen’s heart sank, even though he could understand her reason. But what hit him was why she didn’t think of it earlier. Why should she have come this far with Kishen and drop it all of a sudden? Tariq and Deepak felt the same.

    “Ammi, what nonsense is this? Why is it that you come to think of it only now? Better than this was me not bringing him home. He is hurt.” Tariq defends Kishen.

    “I’m terribly sorry. It’s all my fault.”

    “You’re lying, Ammi. Something tells me the reason is something else. What is it?”

    “Are you still afraid, Fidah aunty, of Mom finding out?” Kishen asks.

    “No, I am not, and I cannot explain it now, Kishen. Can you honestly answer if I ask you something? Don’t worry, I won’t ask about who you’re having sex with or anything like that.” Fidah says.

    “What is it, aunty?”

    “Will you be getting sex today from whoever it is that you’re getting it from? I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

    “Yes, yes, I guess,” Kishen says. Thinking about the assurance he gave Savi as he was getting ready to leave the house to meet Tariq, Deep, and Karthk (Part 17).

    “Thank God. That makes me a little less guilty for putting you through this and more hopeful,” says Fidah and begins stroking Kishen’s deflated cock.

    “Hopeful for what? And why are you stroking me if you’d want me to leave?” asks Kishen.

    “I have my reasons, Kishen, and that’s all I can say at the moment,” responds Fidah and makes Kishen, rather half-heartedly, fuck her armpit with his only-somewhat erect dick. There, too, she lets him thrust it between her armpit just a few times without any lubrication. She leaves him hanging and confused.

    “What the fuck is this, Ammi? You decide to include him in our circle. Then you ask him to leave. But then you make him fuck your armpit, and that too just a few times. What is going on in your mind?” asks Tariq.

    “Listen, boys, I know you are all confused and angry. But please understand that whatever I am doing, I am hoping it will turn out to be for the greater good. I cannot say anything more.” Fidah explains.

    Although Kishen found Fidah’s action deeply flawed and out of logic, he respected it and left the house. He sat sadly on the bus towards his house. Kishen wondered what a tease-full day it had been for him. First, his mother teases him with an incomplete blowjob.

    Now Fidah aunty is leaving him to be content with just a few thrusts to her armpit. He couldn’t understand why she even made him fuck her armpit after telling him he had to leave. He was even more confused as to why she didn’t think about respecting the privacy of ‘that special someone’ earlier.

    Why, only seconds before sucking him, it occurred to her. “Does she have any other motive?” he wondered. “Whatever! No use wondering about it. Fuck it! At least I will get some action from Mom today,” Kishen says to himself. “Or will she also get cold feet like Fidah aunty just did?” he worries.

    Kishen had to use his spare key to enter his house as no one was home. He assumed Savi left the house as she’d mentioned on the phone. He felt bad for being a no-show for her. He decided to freshen up, eat, take a nap and be ready for her when she returned.

    Just as he undressed and wrapped a towel over his waist, he heard the housebell ring. Rightly guessing that it’s Savi, Kishen decides to give her a pleasant surprise. He tiptoes to her room, slides under her bed and removes his towel and begins stroking his cock—anticipating her arrival to deliver a surprise fuck.

    From under the bed, he hears the calling bell go once more. After a minute, he hears Savi opening the main door with her keys. “Kishen, are you here?” he hears Savi calling out. He keeps mum with excitement. He hears her footsteps approaching his room.

    “He told me he wouldn’t be here, yet his footwear is outside which made me think he is home. He may have gone out after coming back. Come to my room.” Kishen hears Savi saying.

    “Fuck! She’s not alone. Who is she talking to?” Kishen wonders, feeling stuck under the bed now that there was somebody with her.

    As they enter the room, Kishen tries to guess who the guest is, looking at the bottom part of their dress that is visible to him. He recognises Savi by the pattern of her Kurti’s fall/lower part. It wasn’t difficult for him to guess who the guest was.

    Seeing a fair, chubby pair of feet curtained by the pure white petticoat and saree pleats, Kishen instantly knew that it was none other than Maya Aunty—Karthik’s mom. He recalled Karthik mentioning earlier that day about their meeting.

    Maya aunty was the cutest-looking of all mothers. She was fair and chubby, shorty, and deeply traditional. Traits that her always-white widow attire could never conceal. Seeing her, even people who’d never have any hots for her would wish to hug her, not necessarily in a sexually charged way.

    She does have wrinkles slowly seeping into her face as she’s getting older. Even as her eyes harboured a widow’s gloom, her smile had always been sweet with a signature dimple. Everyone unanimously agrees she’d never deserved to be widowed, and that, too, too soon.

    Karthik’s father was her first and only crush-turned-lover-turned-hubby. Bound by binding faith and traditional outlook, she refused to even think of remarrying. She is determined to raise Karthik and his didi, Shalini, with her tailoring job.

    She greatly looks up to her better-educated friends Savi, Fidah, and Hema. Especially Savi, all of whom she had the good fortune to befriend courtesy of her son’s best-friendship with their sons (Kishen, Tariq, and Deepak.)

    They always offered her friendship, consolation and guidance to take up the responsibility of raising her children. With no other option but to listen to their conversation, Kishen hopes she leaves soon. Although he knows that’s highly unlikely when women start talking.

    Savi proceeds to sit on the bed. Kishen sees her leg and feet from under the bed. He sees Maya aunty grab the chair and sit on it. The same chair he watched his father eat out his mother (Part 15). From his vantage under the bed, he gets to see most of her body—excluding the shoulder above—facing his direction.

    “So, how has the last two weeks been?” he hears Savi ask Maya.

    “It was hell in the beginning. I couldn’t get my mind off it. I was feeling guilty, ashamed, and angry at myself. I had a hard time not showing anything to Karthik and Shalini,” Maya says.

    “And?”

    “And nothing…” Maya replies, looking towards the floor. Kishen carefully slides further under the bed, towards the wall, to not risk being seen.

    “Did your world come crashing down? Did the Gods you fear and worship bring ill fate upon you?” Savi asks.

    “I am still afraid that my karma will come back to me and punish me for what I did someday. That fear comes and goes from time to time. But, like you told me, I am also starting to see how the Gods I so dearly worship could see me as anything but a sinner. I mean, I have not hurt anybody. I am giving my all to hold life together for my children. All I did was involve myself in some harmless pleasuring with you!”

    “What?” Kishens eyes widen as he listens in more keenly, stroking his dick.

    Maya adds, “There is also another good thing that happened to me.”

    “Which is?” Savi asks.

    “I told you last time, na, that a lot of dirty thoughts come up in my mind. I go into a cycle of feeling guilty for those thoughts, cursing myself and punishing myself. After you made me cum, those thoughts have reduced, and I feel far less guilty for that. I feel like a heavy load has been lifted off me.”

    “That’s good to hear.”

    “But I also get horny for more,” Maya says. Kishen senses a little shying in her tone. Savi laughs naughtily and replies, “I can give you as much as you want.”

    Maya continues, “I had a dream a few days ago after I had fallen asleep feeling guilty for what I did with you. I saw Karthik’s father coming to me smiling and saying that I did nothing wrong and that he was happy for me.” Kishen hears Maya Aunty’s voice break as she begins tearing up.

    “Aww. That’s so sweet,” says Savi. Kishen noticed her voice, too, was breaking. “I’ll tell you what: Close your eyes, Maya, and follow my instructions.”

    “Sure, Savi,” Maya says and closes her eyes. Kishen slowly inches closer to the open side of the bed for a better view.

    “Loosen your saree, and lift it along with the petticoat, all the way to your waist. I need a good view of your bottom.”

    Maya does as instructed. She rolls up her petticoat and saree to the hip level and removes her panty. She leans back, moves her butt towards the cushion’s edge, and spreads her legs, resting them on the chair’s handrest.

    Kishen’s eyes get transfixed at her plump thighs and pussy with contrasting but juicy light-brown labia curtaining her slit.

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