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  • The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 6

    During this time, I started enjoying my life as a gigolo. So far, I have met three clients, and each of their requirements was very different. My lifestyle was also changing with my job, and my perspective towards sex was evolving as well.

    After the client visits with my aunt Keerthana, I got a call from Ayushi early the next morning. She mentioned the time and place for the client visit, adding, “There’s a surprise for you. You need to be ready by this afternoon.”

    The visit was at one of the five-star hotels in Aero, Delhi. This was the first time she gave me a playful reply. I was a little confused because I didn’t have much time to prepare. Regardless, I put on a casual outfit and arrived at the hotel on time.

    I waited for my client in the lobby. After some time, a woman approached and started dialling my number. She noticed me and sat across from me.

    She asked, “Are you Tanmay, the one Ayushi sent here?”

    I replied, “Yes, I am. How’s everything going?”

    She smiled and said, “Everything is going fine, which is why I called Ayushi.”

    She introduced herself as Jacqueline, a vibrant young woman travelling to the UK from Kerala. There was a certain elegance in the way she carried herself, a quiet confidence. Her flight had been delayed, which is why she reached out to Ayushi, a doctor she knew in the UK.

    We exchanged pleasantries. After a casual yet intriguing conversation, she invited me to her room. Before heading up, I handed my ID card to the receptionist and made sure my visit was properly recorded.

    Jacqueline was dressed casually in a pair of well-fitted shorts and a simple t-shirt, yet something was striking about her. She had a healthy, athletic figure and wore a captivating perfume that lingered subtly in the air. As we walked to her room, she asked me about my life, where I was from, and what I did.

    Her genuine curiosity and warm tone immediately put me at ease, making our conversation feel natural as if we had known each other for a long time. When I stepped into the room, I noticed another girl sitting comfortably on the couch. Jacqueline smiled and introduced her to me.

    “This is Jaanvi, a close friend of mine and a colleague,” she said.

    Jaanvi looked up and greeted me with a nod and a soft smile. “Nice to meet you,” she said, her voice calm and inviting.

    She, too, was dressed casually in a t-shirt and shorts, but her sheer top revealed the delicate lace of her lingerie underneath, catching my attention briefly. The soft lighting in the room cast a warm, golden glow, creating an atmosphere of relaxed intimacy.

    As we continued to chat, Jacqueline asked, “So, how’s everything been on your end? Busy as always?”

    “Yeah,” I replied, settling into a nearby chair, “but I’m managing”.

    Jaanvi, sitting quietly on the couch, seemed like a shy girl—reserved, hesitant, and not one to initiate conversation easily. Her face reminded me of Kiara Advani, with the same soft, innocent look in her eyes. Her body, though slender, had the grace and appeal of Yami Gautam, blending fragility with strength.

    Her gaze flickered between Jacqueline and me as if waiting for her friend to take the lead. Sensing the moment, Jacqueline turned to me with a casual yet mischievous smile and asked, “Do you drink, Tanmay?”

    I nodded, offering a smile of my own. “Yes, I do.”

    Without a moment’s hesitation, Jacqueline picked up the phone, ordering some food along with a bottle of whiskey. There was a quiet confidence in the way she moved as if she already knew how the night would unfold.

    Soon enough, we found ourselves seated around a small round table, the air humming with quiet conversation and unspoken anticipation. A knock at the door broke the momentary silence. The whiskey had arrived. Jacqueline moved gracefully, pouring the amber liquid into three glasses.

    Her movements were smooth, deliberate, almost ceremonial. She handed Jaanvi her glass first, then mine. As I took it, I could feel the subtle shift in the room’s atmosphere—something unspoken hanging in the air, charged with an energy that was palpable but not uncomfortable.

    We raised our glasses in a toast, clinking softly, the sound echoing through the room. The first sip of whiskey warmed me, spreading a pleasant heat through my chest.

    Jacqueline took a deep breath, then turned toward me with a look of calm intensity. “Tanmay, there’s something we want to share with you.”

    I set my glass down, sensing the weight of what was coming.

    “We’re lesbians,” she said, her voice unwavering and direct. She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. “And we have… a fantasy.”

    Jaanvi shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her cheeks flushing as Jacqueline spoke, but she didn’t say a word. Jacqueline continued, her eyes locked on mine.

    “We’ve always imagined a man watching us while we explore our intimacy. It excites us—the idea of someone witnessing our connection, observing the way we connect.”

    There was a long pause, the room filled with the weight of the confession. “Tonight, we have that opportunity,” Jacqueline said, leaning in slightly, her voice lower now, more intimate. “So, what do you say, Tanmay? Would you like to be a part of our fantasy?”

    I felt my heart racing, the air thick with tension. Jacqueline’s eyes held mine, her expression serious yet playful.

    I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m always at your service, Jacqueline.”

    She smiled, the tension in the room easing slightly. Jacqueline fixed another peg of whiskey for me, her eyes never leaving mine as she poured. She took her glass and sat directly in front of me. Her posture relaxed yet full of anticipation.

    With a simple gesture, she called Jaanvi over. There was no hesitation in Jaanvi’s movements now. She stood up from the couch and walked over, gracefully sitting on Jacqueline’s lap. Jacqueline’s hands rested gently on her waist as they leaned into each other, their lips meeting in a soft, intimate kiss.

    It was the first time I had ever witnessed such a moment, a tender intimacy between two women. My eyes were drawn to their closeness, their gentle movements as they kissed, a mix of softness and desire. Jacqueline’s hand slid up to Jaanvi’s neck, her fingers tangling in her hair, deepening the kiss.

    As they explored each other, Jacqueline’s gaze flickered to me. She was watching me, gauging my reaction, her eyes burning with curiosity and excitement. I could feel the weight of her attention, as if she wanted me to be fully present at the moment, a part of their experience.

    Jaanvi, still shy in her mannerisms, closed her eyes as their kiss grew more passionate. It was clear that Jacqueline was leading, guiding, and creating the pace of their exploration. The room seemed to pulse with energy, a shared fantasy now unfolding before my eyes.

    And in that moment, I realized that I was no longer just a spectator—I had become part of something far more intimate, something unspoken and raw.

    Jacqueline began to trail soft kisses along Jaanvi’s neck, her lips brushing gently against her skin. Jaanvi, completely under Jacqueline’s control, closed her eyes and leaned into the moment, her body responding to every touch.

    Jacqueline’s hand tangled in Jaanvi’s hair, pulling her closer, deepening their connection. I couldn’t deny the surge of arousal coursing through me as I watched. Jaanvi, breathless, guided Jacqueline’s hand down, slipping it beneath the waistband of her shorts.

    The intimacy of the moment intensified, and Jaanvi’s gaze shifted to me. Her once-shy demeanour had faded, replaced with a quiet boldness. With a subtle gesture of her eyes, she urged me to remove my shirt, her silent command unmistakable.

    In a split second, Jaanvi pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her stunning figure. Her body was breathtaking, every curve accentuated under the soft lighting. Jacqueline’s eyes lit up with desire as she eagerly began kissing Jaanvi’s upper body, her lips tracing along Jaanvi’s smooth skin.

    Jaanvi exhaled deeply, her confidence suddenly more pronounced. She turned to me, her eyes locking with mine as she gave a clear, firm command, “Tanmay, explore yourself.”

    Her boldness took me by surprise. Just moments ago, she had seemed so shy and reserved, but now, she was directing the moment with confidence. “Go on,” she added, her tone more demanding. “We want to watch you.”

    This experience is long enough to provide my readers with ultimate pleasure. Therefore, I’m dividing it into two parts. Please stay tuned for the next part.

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  • Femdom Mein Mera Pehla Kadam

    Hello friends, ye meri pehli story hai. To time waste na karte hue direct story pe aata hu. Class pass karne ke baad maine shehar ke ek badhiya college mein admission liya. Main padhne mein aur sports mein bahut acha tha, aur main ek gf bhi banana chaahta tha. Kyunki abhi tak main virgin tha.

    College start hone ke 15 din baad ek ladki mujhe pasand aayi. Uska naam Riya (name changed) tha. Wo dikhne mein white skin, 5’6″ height, thodi patli, curved body, medium boobs, aur aankhen aisi ki kisi ko ghoor ke hi maar de. Wo ladki meri hi class mein thi, aur kuch din mein use bhi pata chal gaya ki main use pasand karta tha.

    Main dikhne mein 5’8″ height, fair skin, normal hair, aur good personality tha. Wo ladki bhi mujhe pasand karne lagi thi. Ek din maine Riya ko propose kiya aur usne haa kar di. Fir hamne phone numbers exchange kiye, aur kayi din phone pe baatein karte rahe. Fir hamne room mein jaane ka decide kiya.

    Riya ne phone pe hi mujhse kaha ki use femdom pasand tha. Mujhe iske baare mein kuch pata nahi tha. To usne mujhe bdsm aur femdom ki basic knowledge ke liye kuch movies recommend ki. Jaise 50 shades of grey, my mistress, the pet, secretary, love and leashes, etc.

    In sab movies ko dekh ke mujhe kuch-kuch iske baare mein pata chala, aur mujhe ye thoda acha bhi laga.

    Mujhe nahi pata kyun, par main bachpan se hi slave ban ke rehna pasand karta tha. Mera nature hi aisa tha. To ye decide ho gaya ki hum next day hotel room mein jayenge, aur hamne phone cut kar diya. Jab maine femdom ke liye haa bola tha, to Riya bahut khush thi. Usko khush dekh kar mujhe bhi acha lag raha tha, aur main bhi agle din ke liye bahut excited tha.

    Agle din subah main utha, aur maine phone check kiya to dekha ki Riya ke bahut saare messages aaye hue hai. Maine unhe padhna shuru kiya.

    Riya: Good morning my slave. Jaisa ki tumhe pata hai ki tum aaj poore din ke liye mere bf nahi mere slave ho. Aur tum wahi karoge jo mein kahungi, nahi to tumhe tumhari mistress punishment degi. Main tumhari kind information ke liye bata du ki galti se bhi koi rule todne ki koshish mat karna. Warna mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Tumhare rules hai-

    1. Hamesha mujhe mistress, ma’am, goddess, malkin, memsab bulana.
    2. Apni body ke baal saaf kar lo.
    3. Apne nails theek se kaato.
    4. Jab tum mere sath ho, to meri permission ke bina khaana, peen, hagna, susu wagaira kuch nahi hoga.
    5. Meri call pehli ghanti par uthao.
    6. Masturbate nahi karoge tum.
    7. Underwear nahi pehnoge tum.
    8. Mujhe milte waqt tumhe mere pair choo kar mujhe wish karna hoga.
    9. Nazar nahi mila sakte tum mujhse.
    10. Bina ijazat tum mere saamne bologe nahi.

    Baaki rules baad mein bataungi.

    Riya ke ye messages padhne ke baad uske badle hue nature se mujhe darr lagne laga tha. Maine in messages ka reply kar diya-

    Main: Ok cutie ( aur ye meri aaj ki pehli mistake thi).

    Main jaldi-jaldi fresh hua, aur body hair trim kiye. Fir main nahaya aur naha kar nail cut kiye. Ye sab karne ki wajah se main bahut late ho gaya tha college ke liye, to main bina khaana khaaye hi college ke liye chal pada. Mere paas ktm bike thi. Main raaste mein hi bahut horny ho raha tha, kyunki aaj pehli baar main pussy ko dekhne aur chodne wala tha.

    Mera dick khud hi uth raha tha, aur tapak bhi rahi thi. Meri Riya mam bhi mere sath hi college jati thi. Main unko pick karne ki liye poore time pe waha pahunch gaya jaha wo mera wait karti thi. Mujhe mere rules yaad the par waha aas-paas bahut log the, isliye mujhe feet touch karne mein sharam aa rahi thi.

    Par main punishment bhi nahi lena chaahta tha. Maine bike ko stand laga kar khada kiya, aur Riya mam ke paas jaake unke feet ke paas baith kar unke feet touch kiye, aur bola-

    Main: Good morning ma’am. Sab log meri taraf hi dekh rahe the. Mere aisa karne se Riya mam bahut khush hui, aur unhone mere sir par hath fera aur kaha-

    Riya: Good morning baby, uth jao.

    Iske baad main aur Riya mam bike pe baithe, aur seedha hotel chale gaye. Waha hamne ek room rent pe liya, aur room ki aur badhe. Room ke paas pahunch kar Riya mam ne mujhe kaha-

    Riya: Tum bina permission room mein nahi aa sakte.

    To main room ke baahar hi khada ho gaya, aur Riya mam ki permission ka wait karne laga.  Thodi der mein Riya mam ne mujhe message kiya-

    Riya: Dog ki tarah andar aao seedha mere paas.

    Maine usi time gate open kiya, dog position mein aaya, aur gate lock karke Riya mam ke paas gaya. Riya mam bed par baithi thi. Maine dekha ki Riya mam ke paas dog collar tha, jo wo apne dog ko pehnati thi. Unhone mujhe wo collar dikhaya, aur poocha-

    Riya: Kaisa laga ye collar tujhe mere kutte (Ye sun kar neri heartbeat tez ho gayi)?

    Main bola: Bahut acha.

    Usi samay mere face pe ek slap padi. Mujhe samajh aa gayi thi ki ye kyun padi thi. Maine khud hi kaha-

    Main: Sorry mam, mujhe bahut acha laga ye collar mam.

    Unhone kaha: Good boy (Mere sir pe hath fera aur mujhe wo collar pehna diya).

    Aaj Riya madam aur bhi zyada sexy lag rahi thi, aur unhone bahut acha hairstyle bhi kiya hua tha. Mujhe collar pehna kar mam ne kaha-

    Riya: Chal ab tere kapde utaar.

    Maine 1 minute mein pant aur shirt utaar di, aur bilkul nanga hoke dog ban gaya. Meri aankhen Riya mam ke pairon ki taraf thi. Unhone sandals pehne the, aur unke feet bahut ache lag rahe the. Unhone mujhe kaha ki-

    Riya: Tu bahut acha slave hai, aur main chaahti hu ki tu poori life mera slave ban ke rahe. Mere isharon pe naache, aur sirf meri baatein maane. Manzoor hai tujhe?

    Maine kaha: Yes ma’am, manzoor hai. Main poori life aapka slave banne ke liye taiyaar hu (is time mujhe nahi pata tha ki main kya bol raha tha. Mera dhyan to Riya mam ke gorgeous feet ki taraf tha, aur main in pairon mein poori zindagi pade rehna chaahta tha.).

    Riya mam ne kaha: Good boy. Chal ab mere sandal khol, aur side pe rakh ke aaa.

    Main hatho se sandal kholne laga, to mere ek aur slap padi. Is baar pehle se bhi tez thi.

    Riya mam ne kaha: Kutte, muh se sandal khol, aur rakh ke aa.

    Maine kaha: Ji malkin.

    Fir muh se badi mushkil se sandal khole, aur muh se pakad kar, dog ki tarah chal kar, side pe rakh kar aaya. Fir Riya mam ne mujhe feet lick karne ke liye bola. Main is order ka besabri se intezaar kar raha tha, aur aakhirkaar ye order mil hi gaya.

    Maine Riya malkin ke pairon ko ache se chaata. Jaha-jaha bhi raaste ki dhool mitti lagi thi, sab chaat-chaat ke saaf kar di. Riya mam bed pe hi let gayi, aur main pair chaat-ta raha. 30 minute se pair chaat-chaat kar main thak gaya tha, aur Riya malkin rukne ko keh hi nahi rahi thi. Fir 5 minute baad Riya memsab ne kaha-

    Riya: Chal kutte, meri jeans utaar.

    Maine kaha: Ji malkin.

    Aur unki jeans utaar di. Aaj maine pehli baar unki legs ko dekha. Meri laar aur loda dono tapakne lage. Mere dick ko khade hote dekh ke Riya mam ne kaha-

    Riya: Bahut excitement ho rahi hai tujhe.

    Maine sir neeche kar liya, aur kuch nahi bola. Riya mam ne brown colour ki panty pehni thi. Main Riya mam ke bilkul paas khada unke agle order ki wait kar raha tha. Main bilkul seedha khada tha, aur mera dick bhi. Riya mam meri taraf hi dekh rahi thi. Thodi der mein mera dick baithne laga.

    Ab unhone apne pairon se mere dick ko touch kiya. Mujhe acha lagne laga aur dick fir hard hone lagi. Tabhi unhone dick pe kick kar diya. Maine dard mein ahh kaha to wo boli-

    Riya: Message ka reply bhi yes ma’am likh ke karna hota hai, jo toone subah nahi kiya tha.

    Maine kaha: Ji malkin, aage se ye galti nahi hogi.

    Fir Riya mam ne kaha: Ab kya chaahte ho tum?

    Maine kaha: Sex mam.

    Riya mam ne kaha: Kutte teri itni aukaat hai ki tujhe main sex karne ka mauka du. Tu to meri chut dekhne ke bhi laayak nahi hai.

    Main unke saamne bahut gidgidaya: Please malkin, aisa mat karo. Mujhe kam ke kam pussy to dikha do.

    Par unhone mana kar diya tha, aur wo maanne wali nahi thi.

    Unhone kaha: Chal tujhe juice pilau.

    Main samjha nahi tha, fir bhi maine keh diya: Ji malkin.

    Fir wo uthi, aur meri aankhon pe patti baandh di. Mujhe unhone kneeling position mein baithne ko kaha. Main baith gaya to unhone collar mein rassi daal kar mere sir ko aage kheencha. Mujhe unki thighs ka touch feel hua, aur ek alag smell aane lagi.

    Maine us smell ko zor se soongha to malkin ne kaha: Soongh le kutte. Tu bhi kya yaad rakhega.

    Main soongh hi raha tha ki unhone mere sir ko zor se pussy ki taraf kheench liya. Mera naak unki pussy ko laga. Pussy bahut soft aur thodi geeli-geeli thi. Halki-halki smell bhi bahut achi lag rahi thi. Unhone peeche se mere baal kheenche, aur boli-

    Riya: Chaat ise kutte.

    Main dheere-dheere pussy ko chaatne laga. Pussy ka taste pehle-pehle ajeeb laga, par thodi der mein mujhe bahut maza aane laga. Main bahut mann se pussy ko chaat raha tha. Jaisa ki maine kaha ki mera ye pehli baar tha, to mujhe ache se pata nahi tha ki pussy ko kaise chaat-te hai. Par fir bhi meri Riya malkin ne mujhe kaha ki-

    Riya: Good my baby, tujhe main sikhaungi pussy lick karna.

    Aadha ghanta pussy lick kar-kar ke mera muh thak gaya tha. Ye Riya mam ko bhi pata lag gaya tha, to unhone mujhe rukne ko kaha. Main ruka aur mera face unki thighs ke beech mein hi tha.

    Unhone kaha: 10 baar bol ki “Main Riya memsab ka paaltu kutta hu”.

    Maine aisa hi kiya. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki meri video recording ki jaa rahi thi (Ye mujhe baad mein pata chala tha jo main next part mein bataunga). Iske baad unhone meri patti khol di, aur kaha ki-

    Riya: Le dekh le pussy.

    Main bahut khush hua aur pussy ko dekhta raha. Fir malkin ne kaha-

    Riya: Chal ab dobara lick kar.

    Main firse pussy lick karne laga, aur mam pussy rub karne lagi. 10 minute mein unka orgasm ho gaya. Fir unhone mujhe bed se neeche utaar diya. Unhone mujhse poocha-

    Riya: Tujhe orgasm chahiye? Maine kaha: Ji mam.

    Unhone kaha: Tujhe itni jaldi orgasm nahi milega kyunki tujhe abhi kuch nahi aata hai. Jab tu acha slave banega, to tujhe orgasm milega.

    Main sad ho gaya par fir bhi maine kaha: Ji malkin jo hukum.

    Fir unhone apne bag se chastity device nikala. Use dekh kar mein chaunk gaya ki mam ye kahan se lekar aayi hongi. Par main kuch bola nahi. Unhone mujhe uthne ko bola. Main utha aur unhone mere dick ko 4-5 baar shake kiya.

    Pehli baar mere dick ko kisi aur ne touch kiya tha, aur wo bhi ladki. Isse main aur bhi horny ho gaya, aur beg karne laga-

    Main: Please mam mujhe bhi orgasm dedo. Please mam, please.

    Maine bahut kaha unko par unhone mujhe chastity device pehanne ko kaha. Main chup nahi ho raha tha to unhone mujhe muh pe ek zor se slap maara, aur main chup ho gaya, aur chastity pehan li.

    Fir unhone kaha: Chal kapde pehan apne.

    Maine kapde pehan liye, aur hum room se apne-apne ghar chale gaye. Jo-jo bhi maine socha tha wo kuch bhi nahi hua, aur main boyfriend se slave ban gaya. Ye to mere slave banne ka pehla din tha, aur mujhe itna difficult laga. Main aage ke liye aur bhi darne laga. Par fir bhi mujhe bahut maza bhi aa raha tha.

    Main shuru se hi slave ki life jeena chaahta tha, aur ye sapna mera poora ho raha tha. Kuch bhi ho, Riya mistress se main pyar karta tha, aur unka gulam ban kar main khush tha, aur mujhe gulam bana kar wo khush thi. Aage-aage kya hua, ye main agle parts mein bataunga. Wait for the next part.

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  • Chinki bhabhi – Part 8

    Ab aage:-

    Sanjana apna sar Ravi ke kandhe mein rakh ke sone lagti hai. Fir Ravi apna hath kamar se uske boobs tak le jata hai, aur boobs ke upar hath rakh ke daba deta hai. Sanjana Ravi ki aur dekh ke muskura deti hai. Isse uski himmat aur badh gayi, aur wo bola-

    Ravi: Sanjana tum bahut sundar ho.

    Sanjana ne Ravi ka hath apne boobs se hata ke bola: Aap jo kar rahe hai…

    Wo itna hi boli thi, aur Ravi ka hath lekar apni top ke andar daal deti hai, aur bolti hai ab karo. Sanjana ke nange boobs Ravi ke hath mein the, aur wo nange boobs ko dabane lagta hai.

    Raaste mein hi Sanjana Ravi ka lund baahar karke lund ko hilane lagti hai, aur fir wo jhuk ke lund muh mein lekar choosne lagti hai. Ye dekh Ravi ko kaafi khushi thi ki aaj uski pasand ki ladki uska lund choos rahi thi.

    Poori raat aisa hi chalta raha, aur fir wo dono ghar aa jaate hai aur Chinki se Sanjana gale milti hai. Uske baad wo dono baatein karne lagte hai. Ravi apni dukan chala jata hai.

    Sanjana baar-baar Chinki ka figure dekh rahi thi. Kaha uska figure 32-28-32 ka hua karta tha, aur ab uska figure 36-30-36 ka ho gaya tha.

    Sanjana se raha nahi gaya aur wo pooch li Chinki se: Tum jab pichli baar aayi thi mayike, tab to tera figure aisa nahi tha. Itni jaldi tere boobs 36″ ke kaise ho gaye?

    Sanjana boli: Lagta hai jiju ko khoob pila rahi ho apne boobs.

    Chinki ko bhi mauka mila aur wo boli: Haa tere jiju ko to apni saali ke dudh pasand hai. Tu hi pila de, tere bhi kar dega.

    Sanjana boli: Haa pasand hote to na. Main kaha pasand hu.

    Chinki boli: Arre unko tu sach mein pasand hai. Wo to tere se hi shaadi karna chaahta tha.

    Baat chalti rahi un dono ki, aur fir raat ko Ravi bhi aa jata hai, aur teeno room mein baith ke baatein karte hai. Fir wo sath hi sone ke planing karte hai.

    Bed pe pehle Ravi, beech mein Chinki, fir Sanjana soti hai, aur baat karte-karte purani baat nikal jati hai.

    Chinki bol deti hai: Sanjana to 3 log ka le chuki hai.

    Sanjana bhi bol deti hai: Chinki bhi apne jiju ka le chuki thi shaadi se pehle aur shaadi ke baad bhi.

    Ye sun ke Ravi ab kya hi bolta.

    Ravi ne kaha: Agar mujhe mauka mile to main tum dono se shaadi kar lu. Kyunki tum dono pakki friends ho, aur meri pasand bhi.

    Ye bol kar Ravi Chinki aur Sanjana ke beech aa jata hai, aur bolta hai: Ab theek hai. Tum dono meri biwiyan ho (aur dono ko apne se chipka leta hai).

    Sanjana aur Chinki dono apne pair Ravi ke pairon mein fassa deti hai, aur Ravi kabhi Sanjana, to kabhi Chinki ko kiss karne lagta hai.

    Jaldi hi ye logon ke kapde khul jaate hai, aur Ravi ke lund mein dono ek sath jeebh ferne lagti hai. Sanjana lund muh mein leti hai, aur Chinki lund ki gotiyon ko choosne lagti hai.

    Ravi Sanjana ko pakad ke apne muh pe bitha leta hai, aur uski chut muh mein laga kar choosne lagta hai. Sath hi ek ungli chut mein daal deta hai. Kuch der ungli chut mein karne ka baad Sanjana Ravi ke muh mein jhad jati hai, aur fir Ravi Sanjana ko lund pe bitha ke chut mein lund daal deta hai, aur chodne lagta hai.

    Chinki ab Ravi ke muh mein baith jati hai, aur Sanjana ki aur muh karke usko lip-kiss karne lagti hai. Sanjana ki chut mein Ravi apna lund upar-neeche karta hai, aur wo uchal-uchal ke chudwane lagti hai.

    Idhar Chinki apni chut ka paani se Ravi ka muh bhar deti hai. Fir Ravi Sanjana ko bed pe lita kar uske upar aa jata hai, aur chut mein lund laga kar chodne lagta hai. Lund aaram se andar-baahar ho raha tha. Sanjana bhi kaafi chudi hui maal thi, aur uske liye lund lena koi nai baat nahi thi.

    Chudai karte-karte Avinash ki baat nikal gayi aur wo Sanjana se bole: Avinash se tum shaadi kar lo, wo ladka bhi kaafi sexy hai. Poori raat chodega tumhe.

    Sanjana ne poocha ki un logon ko kaise pata ki poori raat chodega Avinash?

    To Ravi ne kaha: Ye 32″ se 36″ ke boobs Avinash ne hi kiye hai. Wo Chinki ko poori-poori raat chodta hai, aur wo to Chinki ka deewana hai.

    Ravi ne aage kaha: Chinki bhi ab to uski deewani hai. Avinash ke naam se hi Chinki ki chut paani chhodh deti hai, aur chudne ke liye taiyaar ho jati hai.

    Chinki boli Sanjana se: Agar tum shaadi karogi to hum sab partner exchange aur ek sath chudai ka maza bhi le sakte hai. Khul ke mast karenge sab.

    Sanjana 2 baar jhad gayi thi Ravi se chudwa ke, aur ab 10 shot ke baad Ravi bhi Sanjana ki chut mein hi jhad gaya. Wo kuch 30 din Ravi ke paas rahi, aur roz 2-3 baar Sanjana ki chudai karta Ravi. Sanjana ka figure mein bhi bahut change aa gaya tha.

    Ab Avinash aur Sanjana ne bhi ek-doosre ko pasand kar liya, aur shaadi bhi ho gayi thi dono k.i Par Avinash se pehle hi Chinki aur Ravi ne ek deal rakh di thi. Aur ye deal thi ki Ravi ka jab bhi mann ho wo Sanjana ko ghar layega aur chodege. Avinash bhi kaha kam tha, wo bhi bola-

    Avinash: Theek hai, fir main Chinki bhabhi ko chodunga.

    Dono ke deal pakki hui, aur shaadi ke baad wo logon ke beech group sex hone laga. Uske kuch din mein hi Chinki aur Sanjana pregnant ho gayi, aur aaj tak kisi ko pata nahi chala ki bachhe ka baap kon hai. Ab bhi wo log club aur bar sath jaate hai, aur khul ke enjoy karte hai.

    Chinki aur Avinash to ek bhi mauka chudai ka hath se jaane nahi dete, jab bhi mauka milta hai chudai mein lag jaate hai. Ravi Chinki se zyada Sanjana ko pasand karne laga, aur Sanjana Ravi ka bistar garam karne ka koi bhi mauka nahi chhodhti.

    Sanjana ki ek aadat thi, uske chhote kapde ka shaunk, aur ladke patana. Fir un logon ke sath chudai ka khel khelna. Wo sochti thi ki ye sab normal hai.

    Par Chinki ke liye Ravi aur Avinash ka lund hi kaafi tha. Wo 2 logon se hi khush thi, aur apni chudai ka maza le rahi thi.

    The end.

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  • My Grandpa’s House – Part 2

    Out of curiosity, I looked out. I saw Mamta Aunty lifting her saree bottom and tucking it at her tummy level, showing half of her thighs and legs. As Ishani said, Mamta’s Aunt’s thighs were a bit fleshy. There were two folds at her tummy, showing how plump her body was.

    “Both our Aunts have different body shapes. Swapna Aunty has a lean figure with big breasts. But Mamta has a fleshy plump body with small tits like mine,” Ishani said, placing her hand on mine, which was holding her tit. Giving a tight squeeze to her tit, I asked, “Have you seen both of them naked?”

    “Number of times,” she said, stopped and spoke again, “If you can keep a secret, I will tell you a secret of this house. But you shouldn’t tell even to your dad or Mom.”

    “Don’t worry, you can trust me. Tell me, can I see both our Aunt’s naked bodies?” I asked anxiously, desperate to see two sexy, mature ladies naked in their birthday suits.

    “Patience Youngman. It’s for you to see, not to say. I will show you the real picture of this house in the afternoon if you want. But you shouldn’t say this to your close buddy Rohit, as his Mom is involved. He might feel bad seeing his Mom in a compromising position. I know he was the one who made both of us come here and get intimate like this. He tried to get me but I rejected. So he is playing cupid for us. But I need a favour from you now,” said Ishani.

    She kept her other hand on my left hand. It was on her tummy, and she pushed it a bit down. To my surprise, her pants hooks were open, and the zipper was pulled down. My hand encountered her soft panties, and my fingers found the front, which was a bit wet.

    Ishani was horny, no doubt. That’s why she had come here prepared, removing the bra in the room and keeping the pants unzipped here for me to make the next move. I cupped her pussy mound on the panties. My thumb tracing the outline of her slit, rubbed her pussy on the soft panties material.

    She placed her hand on mine, urging me to rub her faster. I would have pulled her pants down and taken her right there if Rohit was not supposed to come searching for us. Wanting to feel her pussy without the obstruction of panties, I slipped my hand inside her panties from the top.

    I cupped her naked pussy, middle finger sliding all along her cunt lips. Ishani was aroused very much. Her lips were moist, making my fingers slippery, which were coated with her juices.

    I forgot about watching Mamata Aunt’s thighs. I was devouring my elder cousin’s pussy and breasts as she wished. “Finger me. Push your finger inside, finger fuck and make me cum. I am tired of fingering myself watching the live sex show all these days. Please finger me, Rahul,” Ishani literally begged me.

    Live sex show, I wondered, but I didn’t ask Ishani as she was in a high state of arousal. To please her, I gripped her tit hard, pushed my middle finger till the three knuckles went inside her, and finger fucked her. My finger was moving in and out of her wet pussy.

    Ishani creamed on my finger, wetting my palm with her juices. The silent room was now filled with Ishani’s moans. The slushing sounds her pussy was making while my finger moved in and out. I heard the storeroom door open, and after a few seconds, I saw Rohit staring at us.

    He was standing at the top of the ladder. Ishani didn’t notice Rohit watching us. But she was absorbed in the after-effects of her orgasm and didn’t hear the door open. I thought of pulling my finger out. But I didn’t when I saw Rohit climbing the ladder down and going out of the dark storeroom.

    I was glad that he was giving us the privacy that we wanted badly. I made a mental note to gift him a present later for getting me and Ishani together as he was playing the cupid.

    Ishani fell back on me while I fingered her pussy, making me lie on the floor on my back. She turned her head back and kissed me voluntarily, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tender, soft tongue, and our lips melted together.

    A few seconds later, she pulled her lips from mine and said, “I needed this badly. I didn’t dare to ask anyone to help me out. This is a small town, and everyone knows everybody and doesn’t want to be the gossip girl of the town. Thanks for helping me to release my sexual frustrations, Rahul.”

    Pulling my finger out from her cum drenched pussy, I sucked my fingers and said, “Not bad. I thought a girl’s cum would be nasty like mine. But yours is tasty. I can taste it anytime you ask when I am here. Don’t you want to taste the real one?”

    “I don’t know, Rahul. I want to keep my chastity for my future husband, even though I am not a virgin. I had sex with some boys from my college who only wanted to suck my tits and thrust their cocks in me. I come here only during vacations. My sister Nandini stays here as her husband is in the Gulf working there. I was getting frustrated seeing the live sex show going on in this house,” Ishani said, panting.

    My curiosity grew, and I asked, “You said earlier. What live show, and whom did you see fucking.”

    “Sshh…it’s secret. If you are so curious, I will take you and show it. You can see yourself in the afternoon. Wait till then patiently, boy,” said Ishani.

    My cock was struggling in the tight briefs. I needed to take it out to give it some fresh air. Not bothering what Ishani would think, I pulled the shorts zipper down and fished my cock out from the briefs in the open. It was poking her ass on her pants as I jerked it softly, holding it in my right hand.

    Seeing my hand movement, Ishani looked down and was startled to see me jacking my cock. “What are you doing, Rahul? Rohit may come up.”

    “Don’t worry. He came and went back while I was fingering you. You had your release. Can’t I have mine now?” I said, jerking my cock faster.

    “Oh my God. Did Rohit see us intimate?” Ishani asked nervously.

    “Don’t worry. I trust him. I thought of telling you, but you were recovering from the orgasm. See and tell me how my cock is. Is it big?” I asked her, thinking she would appreciate my 8 inches hard erect cock, which was more than average.

    Ishani laughing, said,” You call your cock big. Wait till you see the monster in the afternoon,” said Ishani placing her fingertip on the tip of my cock. Smearing my cum, took it in her mouth and tasted my cum.

    “Not bad, it tastes good. Better than mine. But you found mine better. Come, let’s go out or Rohit will come searching for us again,” Ishani said and tried to get up.

    I was feeling bad when she mocked my cock’s size and was leaving me when I needed her badly. “No, you go. I will come later.” I said with a sad tone.

    Sitting back, Ishani said,” I know you won’t come till you cum. Let me help you as you have helped me.”

    “How are you going to help me? Are you going to suck me?” I asked with a ray of hope of getting a blowjob from Ishani.

    “No, baba, no. Come close to the window to the light. I will show you my tits. Maybe they are small, but it may help you to cum soon,” said Ishani. She moved close to the ventilator and lifted her shirt, revealing her small tits. They were standing proudly on her chest without any sag.

    Dark brown areolas and sharp, pointy nipples were standing on the tip. I felt like sucking the cute nipples but restrained myself. My hand was lazily jerking the cock staring at her small B-cup tits.

    “Don’t you feel like sucking my tits when I am showing them without any shame? Or you want to suck Swapna Aunt’s big ones,” Ishani said, shaking her small booty. Her tits didn’t move a bit even though she tried hard.

    Ishani looked at me, wondering what I was going to do. Seeing no response from me, she placed her hand on my head and pulled my face close to her tits. My mouth was a few inches away from her nipples.

    “What are you waiting for, Rahul? Suck my tits. You grabbed them boldly the first time without asking my permission. Now you are hesitating when I am offering them myself. My boyfriends would have gobbled them in their mouth,” Ishani said, pushing her nipple to my nipple.

    I took her nipple between my lips and swirled my tongue all over her brownish areola, making it wet with my saliva. Ishani’s body shuddered when I sucked her nipple and tried to gobble the tit flesh as much as possible into my mouth.

    “Easy tiger. Mine are small and tender. Maybe you need big ones to suck like Swapna Aunt’s. Take your hand off your penis. I will help you to release your frustration,” Saying Ishani pushed my hand away from the cock and held it in her hand, gripping at the base tightly.

    “Not bad for a 21-year-old. Better than my boyfriend’s. I have jerked them numerous times. This isn’t the first time I am holding a cock in my hand. I have some practical experience. Did you feel bad when I said I had seen bigger ones, Rahul?” Said Ishani jerking my cock gently.

    Taking my mouth off her nipple, I replied,” I didn’t say mine was big. I asked your opinion. I didn’t know that you had seen bigger ones than mine. Tell me how big it was?”

    Ishani blushed and showed her forearm, and I was baffled. Then, it must be at least 10-12 inches long. I wondered who possessed such a deadly weapon in this house.

    “Is it that big? I can’t believe it. Tell me who is that monster,” I asked impatiently.

    “First, think of releasing your cum now, or I will leave. You have to see it to believe it, my boy. When you are seeing the monster, maybe I will suck your cock ‘IF’ I get horny. Or maybe do the ultimate with you watching the live sex show,” Ishani said, tugging me harder.

    I got busy sucking her nipple and pressing the free breast. My free hand went down inside her open pants to cup her pussy and began playing with her clit.

    “Aah, what are you doing, Rahul? Are you trying to get me horny again? We don’t have much time to do that again. I can’t control myself if you start fingering me again. Please leave my cunt alone,” Ishani said, sliding back, and my hand was pulled out.

    Ishani jerked my cock faster for a few minutes while I sucked the tiny tit enjoying the masturbation given by my elder cousin. I held back my orgasm as I wanted to enjoy the intimacy with Ishani as long as I could. I knew that once I cum, she would desert me and leave.

    “How long should I work your cock, Rahul? My friends would have come in minutes. My hand is tired of jacking you. Cum now, or I will go,” Ishani said, jerking my cock faster a few times. Releasing it, she got up, ready to go. I saw baffled at seeing her leaving me with an erect cock.

    Standing near the ladder’s top step, she said, “If you want to see the monster and the live sex show, come to the backyard of the house exactly by 3 pm. Most of the family members will be taking their afternoon nap. We can watch the live sex show.”

    Saying she climbed down the ladder and went out of the storeroom. Hell, I was stuck with an erect cock in this darkroom. I didn’t feel like jerking. I zipped my shorts, came out and went to the guestroom to make some calls. I had my lunch by 1.30 pm in the dining hall.

    The servant served me, and I had a good lunch. I didn’t see Swapna Aunty. I wanted to see her desperately as I had watched her big melons. Now, Mamta Aunty was like a motherly figure, but yet she was a woman. I didn’t even see Ishani around.

    After lunch, I went to my room to relax. Later, Rohit came to my room, sitting on the bed. He asked me,” I saw you and Ishani Akka getting cosy with each other. Did you fuck her, Anna?”

    “No, boy. I just pleasured her, and she pleasured me. But I had a good time with her,” I said.

    “I saw your hand inside her pants and thought you fucked her. I know you have touched her breasts and cunt, feeling her whole body,” Rohit was insisting on me to know what happened between me and Ishani.

    “You are a nasty little devil, Rohit. My lips are sealed. But thanks anyway,” I said and gave him my iPad as a gift.

    “Thank you, Anna, for the gift. I tried to flirt with Ishani a few times, but she said no. She said I was too young for her. But I am 19, and she is only 5 years older than me,” Rohit said.

    “Then why me? I am 21,” I asked him.

    “Maybe because you are an American, and she knows that you will be here for another few days. So she is allowing you to flirt with her,” Rohit said with a sad voice.

    “Chill, bro. I will try to convince her. If you are lucky, you can feel her too. She has a sexy body, firm tits and tight pussy,” I said, thinking of her teen body.

    “I have seen her tits a few times, but they are very small. I need to see bigger ones,” Rohit said, laughing.

    “Dirty boy. Why do you want to feel her if you don’t like her tits? Get going, Rohit. I need to sleep,” I said, thinking of his Mom’s big melons, which I saw earlier. What would he think if he knew that I lust for his Mom’s breasts as he is lusting for his sister?

    Rohit went out gleefully with his iPad, seeing me getting ready to sleep. Sleep took me over immediately. I woke up when I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Ishani standing with her hands on her hips.

    “Don’t you want to see the live show, Rahul?” Ishani said.

    Opening my eyes fully, I saw Ishani was now wearing a blue T-shirt and skirt that was down to her ankles. I saw her sharp nipples poking out of her shirt material, so she was not wearing a bra. Wanting to see if she was wearing panties or not, holding the bottom hem at her ankles, I lifted her skirt.

    I saw her bare pussy, lean legs and well-toned thighs. Ishani, blushing, hit me on my hand and pushed her long skirt down, covering her modesty. “If you are not interested to see the show, I will go and sleep. I don’t want to get aroused again by seeing the live fuck,” Saying Ishani turned to leave.

    “Wait, wait. I will come. If you get horny, I want to be there to pleasure you. I don’t ditch my friends when they need help like you did to me in the attic,” I said, getting up.

    “I didn’t ditch you. What to do if you took so long to cum? Get dressed properly and come to the backyard. I will be waiting,” Saying she went out.

    Continued in the next part.

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  • The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 7

    The second part of my fourth client visit with Jacqueline and Jaanvi is here. I hope my readers are paying close attention to the unfolding story. Stay tuned.

    I hesitated for a second, stunned by the shift in the character of Jaanvi. But I couldn’t resist the intensity of the moment. “Alright,” I replied, my voice quiet but filled with anticipation. I began to explore my body. My hands moved slowly across my chest and down my torso.

    Jaanvi’s gaze never left me. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and control. Jacqueline briefly glanced up from Jaanvi, her lips still brushing against her skin. “You’re doing well, Tanmay,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Keep going.”

    The sensation of their eyes on me heightened every touch. My hands roamed over my body, and the thrill of being observed by these two women made everything feel even more intense. It was as if my every movement was being silently judged and appreciated.

    The room buzzed with an electric tension. Every breath, every glance amplifies the connection between the three of us. Jaanvi guided Jacqueline to the bed with an air of quiet authority. Her movements were smooth and deliberate. Jaanvi slowly stripped off her remaining clothes, revealing her bare, flawless skin.

    The dim light of the room illuminated her body. With a playful smile, Jaanvi turned to Jacqueline, who was still in her lingerie. “Let’s make you more comfortable,” she said, gently removing Jacqueline’s t-shirt and shorts. Jaanvi then reached over to the bedside table.

    She picked up a sleek vibrator and placed it within arm’s reach, a silent promise of what was to come. “Not yet,” she whispered, brushing her fingertips against Jacqueline’s cheek. Without another word, Jaanvi climbed on top of Jacqueline. Their bodies pressed together.

    Jacqueline let out a soft gasp as Jaanvi positioned herself, her hips moving in slow, rhythmic circles. Jaanvi’s wetness glistened as she rubbed herself against Jacqueline, the intimacy between them electric and raw. Jacqueline let out a low moan.

    Her hands gripping Jaanvi’s waist as she whispered, “You’re driving me crazy, Jaanu, keep going.” Jaanvi smiled down at her, eyes full of both affection and lust. “I know,” she replied softly, leaning in to kiss Jacqueline deeply, her hips continuing to grind with increasing intensity.

    “You love it when I take control.” Jacqueline’s breathing became heavier, her back arching slightly as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. “Mmm… just like that, Jaan,” she murmured, her hands exploring Jaanvi’s back, pulling her closer.

    Jaanvi’s gaze shifted toward me, her eyes filled with desire. “Tanmay,” she said in a breathy voice, “I hope you’re enjoying the view.” I nodded, speechless, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. The air was thick, their arousal. The room seemed to pulse with the heat of their connection.

    Jaanvi walked over to me, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous intensity. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, “I know you want to be part of this. But that’s not in our agreement, Tanmay.” Her tone was firm yet playful, a teasing hint of control in her voice that sent shivers down my spine.

    Before I could respond, she slipped the vibrator into my briefs with a swift motion. My body tensed as the cold sensation met my skin. Before I could react, she held up the remote. Her finger hovered over the button. “We want to see how much you enjoy this,” she commanded, her eyes locked with mine.

    Then, with a flick of her finger, she turned it on. A powerful wave of pleasure surged through me, the vibrations catching me completely off guard. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath, my body reacting instinctively. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

    Something I had only ever seen others experience from a distance. But now, I was right in the middle of it, every pulse sending shocks through my body. Jaanvi, clearly satisfied with the effect she was having, smiled slyly. She turned away, leaving the remote on the bedside table.

    She sauntered back toward Jacqueline, her hips swaying as she moved. The room felt even hotter, the tension thicker with each second. Without breaking eye contact with me, Jaanvi leaned over Jacqueline and began to squeeze her breasts. Her hands moved with both tenderness and hunger.

    Jacqueline moaned softly, her body arching under Jaanvi’s touch as she whispered, “You always know how to make me feel good.” Jaanvi grinned, her voice dripping with confidence. “Of course I do,” she replied, casting a glance in my direction.

    As if reminding me that I was still part of their game—though only on their terms. “And I know you love being watched, don’t you, Jacq?” Jacqueline, breathless and flushed, nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet Jaanvi’s. “Yes, I do,” she murmured, biting her lip as Jaanvi’s hands explored her body.

    Jaanvi was changing the mode of the vibrator at alternating intervals. Each switch sent waves of sensation that made it increasingly difficult for me to focus. I was at my peak. If it continued like this, I knew I would cum inside my briefs. The tension in the air was palpable.

    I could sense that Jaanvi was keenly aware of my state, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She approached me with a sultry confidence, slipping her hand inside my briefs with a teasing grace. I held my breath as she wrapped her fingers around my dick, her touch both electrifying and intentional.

    Leaning in closer, she whispered in my ear. Her voice was smooth and enticing, “I don’t want you to cum this early. The show is just beginning, dear.” With a playful smirk, she removed the vibrator from my briefs. The sudden coolness contrasted sharply with the heat of her hand.

    Jaanvi then turned her attention to Jacqueline. Her demeanour shifted to one of bold excitement. She moved over to Jacqueline, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she began to use the vibrator on her pussy. Jacqueline gasped at the sensation. Her body arched toward Jaanvi’s touch, their chemistry electric.

    I could only watch, my heart racing and my body aching with desire. The scene unfolded before me. It was an intoxicating blend of intimacy and exploration that left me craving more. Jaanvi’s eyes locked with mine. With a subtle but deliberate gesture, she commanded me to strip.

    Her intent was clear without a word spoken. My pulse raced as I obeyed, shedding every layer until I stood completely bare. My body responds immediately to the intensity of the moment. My erection throbbed, fully aroused, aching for release.

    Jaanvi’s focus never wavered as she attended to Jacqueline. Her hands moved with expert precision, squeezing and teasing while the low hum of the vibrator filled the room. Jacqueline writhed beneath her touch, moaning softly, lost in the pleasure coursing through her body.

    Without breaking the rhythm, Jaanvi turned her gaze toward me again, her voice a quiet but firm command. “Masturbate.” I hesitated for only a second before my hand wrapped around my hardness, stroking myself. I watched the intimate scene unfold before me.

    Every sound and every movement heightened my arousal, the raw sensuality in the air overwhelming. Each stroke felt electric, matching the rhythm of Jaanvi’s ministrations. Shared pulse of desire that connected the three of us in this moment of pure, unrestrained passion.

    Jaanvi shifted Jacqueline effortlessly. Her hands were firm yet sensual, guiding her into the ‘kinky jockey’ position with a commanding presence. Jacqueline’s body responded immediately. Her back arched as she settled into place. Her skin flushed with excitement and slick.

    A thin sheen of sweat that glistened under the dim light. Jaanvi, her voice low and seductive, whispered, “You’re going to love this, Jacq. Just let go for me.”

    The strapon, already in place, brushed against Jacqueline’s thighs. Its presence was unmistakable. “I’m going to take you now,” Jaanvi murmured, her tone dripping with authority. “Are you ready for me?” Jacqueline let out a soft moan, her voice breathy, filled with anticipation. “Yes, Jaan… I’m ready.”

    With a slow, deliberate thrust, Jaanvi entered her, the feeling of fullness making Jacqueline gasp. “God, yes,” Jacqueline whimpered, her fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly. The vibrator continued to hum against her, sending waves of pleasure through her already trembling body.

    Jaanvi leaned forward slightly. Her lips brushed against Jacqueline’s ear as she whispered, “Do you feel that? How perfectly do you fit around me? You were made for this.”

    Jacqueline moaned in response, her voice shaky with pleasure. “Harder, Jaan… please, I need more.”

    A sly smile curled on Jaanvi’s lips. “You’ll get what I give you. Just be a good girl and take it,” she replied, her tone firm but playful. She increased the intensity of her thrusts. Her hips moved with precision as Jacqueline’s body arched further, completely under Jaanvi’s control.

    “Fuck, yes!” Jacqueline cried out, the pleasure building rapidly as Jaanvi’s movements synced with the relentless buzz of the vibrator. “I can’t— I’m so close!”

    Jaanvi’s voice became a growl, deep and commanding. “Not yet. You hold it. You don’t come until I say you can.”

    Jacqueline moaned in frustration, her body aching with need. “Please… please let me come.”

    Jaanvi paused briefly, leaning down to kiss the back of Jacqueline’s neck before whispering, “Not until I want you to.”

    The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the slick rhythm of Jaanvi’s thrusts and Jacqueline’s ragged breathing. The control of the dominance radiated from Jaanvi as she dictated the pace. Teasing Jacqueline’s release but never quite letting her have it.

    “I’m in charge here,” Jaanvi said, her voice silky yet firm. “And you’re going to come exactly when I tell you to. Understand?”

    The room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, the soft hum of the vibrator, and the sharp gasps escaping Jacqueline’s lips. The connection between the three of us was palpable. Unspoken synchrony as Jaanvi fucked Jacqueline with increasing fervour.

    Her movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through Jacqueline’s trembling body. My hand moved in perfect time with the rhythm of their passion, each stroke pulling me deeper into the shared experience.

    The intensity built rapidly, the room thick with heat and desire. Jacqueline’s moans grew louder, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust. My breaths became ragged, every fibre of my being on the edge. The moment was electric, the culmination of raw, untamed lust.

    Jacqueline’s voice was almost desperate now. “Yes… yes, Jaan… please.” Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Jaanvi growled, “Now, Jacq. Cum for me.” With that permission, Jacqueline’s body exploded in pleasure. Her cries filled the room as she climaxed, the vibrator intensifying every wave.

    Jaanvi smirked as she continued to move. Her dominance and control never wavered, even as Jacqueline came undone beneath her. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room as she reached her climax. The vibrator still pressed against her sensitive skin.

    At that same moment, my release surged through me, the sensation overwhelming. I gave in to the pleasure coursing through my body. Jaanvi moved with fluid grace, suddenly shifting into the ‘rocket position.’ Her thighs straddled Jacqueline’s face as she sat over her, asserting her dominance.

    Jacqueline, without hesitation, began to eagerly lick Jaanvi’s pussy, her moans muffled by the intensity of her task. From above, Jaanvi continued to finger Jacqueline, her control over the situation unmistakable. Each movement was deliberate and powerful.

    I stood watching, my arousal intensifying with every passing second. The sight of Jaanvi’s absolute dominance pushed me to the edge. The desire to join them surged through me. But I knew better. Without their permission, I couldn’t act on it.

    It was all part of the unspoken rules, the careful balance of control that made this dynamic so intoxicating. Jaanvi’s voice broke through the haze, sharp and commanding. “Use the vibrator on yourself,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

    I obeyed, laying down beside them, running the vibrator over my body. Feeling the pulses of pleasure ripple through me. The sounds of our shared pleasure filled the room—Jaanvi’s breathy commands.  Jacqueline’s muffled moans as she devoured Jaanvi and my gasps as the vibrator teased every inch of me.

    The air was thick with heat and lust. I could sense the tension building between all of us once again. The rhythm of our movements synced up in perfect harmony. Jaanvi’s control, Jacqueline’s submission, and my eager compliance to their every whim.

    The pleasure mounted quickly, almost unbearably, until it reached that inevitable peak. And then, all at once, the release hit. Jaanvi’s body trembled as she climaxed. Her cries filled the room as Jacqueline continued to pleasure her. Jacqueline followed quickly.

    Her body convulsed beneath Jaanvi’s touch while my orgasm rushed through me with intense force. The room echoed with the sound of our satisfaction. The shared pleasure left us all breathless, bodies collapsing beside one another in exhaustion.

    After a few moments of heavy breathing, Jaanvi and Jacqueline both turned to me, a satisfied smile playing on their lips. “Thank you,” they said almost in unison, their voices soft but filled with genuine appreciation. “You helped us fulfil our fantasy.”

    We rested in comfortable silence, the weight of what had just happened settling in. Once our breathing steadied, we agreed to have another drink, the three of us sharing the quiet moments of post-climax clarity. I downed my drink, feeling the warmth spread through me.

    I ate the food Jacqueline had ordered. After a quick shower, I dressed and said my goodbyes. As I left their place, the realization settled over me like a brand. The experience had changed something in me—a confirmation, a mark.

    ‘I’m a gigolo now,’ I thought, with an undeniable sense of pride. And I loved every part of it—the power, the pleasure, the freedom.

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  • Steamy Sex With A Dark Gorgeous Colleague

    Hello Friends. This is Kannan. I’m 35 years old. I’m here to share with you my real-life sexual experience with Prabha.

    She is 30 years old with a dark skin complexion. She looks so gorgeous, with plump arms and a 34C bust. She is not fat but for sure has a heavy physique with some tight flesh all over her body.

    Prabha works in a group company of mine on the same floor where my company is. We have been working together for the last 2 years. Prabha and I were on good terms with each other as colleagues. But I never had any lusty emotions towards her till 31st March 2024.

    It was on that day we had a year-end party at a restaurant. We were drunk. Prabha was wearing a loose yellow kurti top and a denim light blue jeans. Her dress was in complete contrast to her dark skin tone. I, Prabha, and two others were standing around the same round table and drinking.

    I happened to notice Prabha’s cleavage from the top. She stood with her upper body bent to the front. She had an amazing rack. We were all so high and were giggling around on general things. We were talking about each other’s car driving experience and accidents. We were pulling each other’s legs.

    Prabha said that she had 2-3 accidents in the last 15 days as she was learning to drive. Without thinking, I passed a comment on her bust, saying, “Seems you have your airbags in addition to the airbags in the car. So, it’s not going to hurt with a dual airbag system.”

    I did not realize what I was saying. The other 3, including Prabha, were looking at each other and looking back at me with a blank face. It was only then I realized that I had said something offensive. Just before I was about to apologize, all 3 burst out in laughter.

    I had a big sigh of relief with my giddiness also coming down slowly. Though I was not completely sober, I was wondering what would be Prabha’s reaction the next day. The next day, I messaged her, asking if we could talk. She agreed and came to the cafeteria during the tea break.

    As I stuttered to start, she quickly pointed her hands at me. With a narrow smile on her face, she said, “It’s fine. I’ve not taken it seriously.” We had coffee. Both of us were smiling at each other awkwardly for some time, not knowing what to say.

    Though she had already tried to put a full stop to the issue, I still wanted to clarify. I said, “Actually, you look so good. Only that, I said it differently.” She gave a staring smile at me and asked, “I look good, is it? You mean me or my…?” Saying that she looked down at her bust.

    I said, “No, No. I’m talking about your full personality.” Prabha continued to give a staring smile at me, and sipping her coffee, she asked, “Good to know that you guys also look at dark-skinned women.”

    This time, I had a proper response. I told her, “When a woman looks gorgeous, how does the skin tone matter?” She blushed and said, “Thanks. Hope you are not fooling me on 1st April.” I chuckled and said, “Nope. You will always be my black beauty.”

    We gazed at each other with a smile for a few seconds. It seemed she was interested. I was getting a lot of emotions on her to get physical with her, which I had never experienced in the last 2 years. As we gazed at each other, Prabha waved her hands at me and asked, “What are you thinking?”

    My thoughts were to get closer to her both mentally and physically. Without being so explicit, I told her, “You know it.” She gave a starting smile and, by pulling her mangalsutra out a little, asked me, “You know what this is? I’m married.” I asked her, “So?”

    She gave a broad smile, enlarging her eyelids, and said, “Think we need to leave and get back to work.” I told her, “Ok, I’ll wait.” She asked me, “For?” I said, “ To start with, a date?” She giggled and said, “Let’s see.”

    From that day, we started messaging each other and started getting personal and discussing much beyond office-related topics. We started meeting for lunch outside during office days. She stays about 30 kilometres away from city limits and leaves office at around 5:30 pm.

    Because of this, I have hardly managed to go out after her office hours. I was very careful in terms of moving with her. I was already in an affair with two of my colleagues in my company. Prabha works for a different company. But all 3 women move around on the same floor of the same building during office time.

    We started getting so personal with each other. We even discussed on measurements and sizes of each other’s body parts. I had indirectly proposed to her a lot of times for sex. However, she used to negate the request without any direct response.

    After about 3 months, in the first week of July 2024, we went out to a restaurant for lunch. Unable to control anymore, I asked her, “So, have you thought of taking our relationship to the next level?” She looked at me with a blank face and asked, “What do you mean?”

    I said, “I mean taking things beyond just lunch dates. Like, I would also want a physical relationship with you.” Prabha enlarged her eyelids and again went back to her old point and said, “I told you right. I’m married. I have a husband and a 5-year-old daughter.”

    I asked her, “So?” She replied in a little stiff tone, “So, I cannot allow any sort of complications in my family life.” I stopped her and said, “It’ll just be between the two of us. I promise there will not be any complications in your personal life.”

    Prabha was not convinced. We discussed and even had a few heated arguments on this topic. We even stopped talking to each other for the next couple of weeks. On 23rd July 2024, as I entered the office, Prabha crossed me with a staring smile.

    She was wearing the same yellow kurthi and light blue denim jeans that she had worn for the year-end party. I was wearing a grey full hand casual shirt and a black jean. Immediately after getting to my desk, I messaged her, asking to go out for lunch. I told her, “I want to talk to you.”

    She declined, saying, “Not now. I’ll let you know.” My lusty emotions for her were raging day by day. After seeing her in the same sultry outfit, my lust literally hit the roof.

    At around 4 pm on that day, I got a message from her, “How about dinner tonight?” I readily agreed. She asked me to book a restaurant, saying she wanted to booze. I booked a table for two. We planned to leave the office at 7:30 pm, but it was around 8:15 pm when we actually left.

    We reached the hotel around 9 pm. We ordered food and booze. We spoke a lot before I could start the topic. I slowly started the topic and told her, “See, I wanted to make things clear between us. I’m getting very strong feelings for you. That’s why I’m trying to get closer and develop a bond between us.”

    Both of us were already one pint of beer down, and our 2nd pint was halfway done. She said, “I was waiting for you to take this topic. See, I understand your feelings as I also went through the same emotions as you. I like you too. But I was a little conservative in terms of my family and not to create any complications there.”

    I told her, “I understand that. But even if we can play safe and take out some time for each other, it would be great.”

    Prabha chuckled and asked, “So, what are we doing now?” I told her, Arey, not lunch or dinner. But we two have some personal time together. Just you and me. I mean, like, getting closer physically.” Prabha gazed at me for a while and asked, “So, you have still not understood why we are here?”

    I started getting some weird excitement and, in a doubtful tone, said, “Actually, no.” She asked me, “Have you ever seen me this late around here? Normally, when there is a team outing, I either leave early or stay with my colleague, Shruthi. I have not informed Shruthi that I’m coming to her house tonight.”

    She said that very casually. I was so thrilled to hear that she was available for the entire night. I was looking at her with excitement waiting to pounce on her in joy. Prabha looked at me and by raising her eyebrows, asked me, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?”

    I was actually stunned by what she said. Gushing and puffing, I asked her, “Are you serious? We are spending the night together?” With a shy-filled smile, Prabha nodded her head, signalling yes and went on to wink at me and taunt a kiss from across the table. My excitement knew no bounds at that time.

    We ordered one more beer. As we were completing the food, she went on to say, “To be Frank, actually, I wanted to booze just to ensure that the thoughts of family or guilt don’t cross my mind when we are together.”

    I tangled my fingers with her and said, “It’s just you and me, baby. Nothing is wrong when we like something and want it. Remember, it’s just you and me, and it’s just between us.” She was already high and gave a broad smile at me. Prabha ordered 4th pint of beer.

    I stopped with the 3rd as my mind was full of what was in store for us all night. I messaged people at home that I would be late to start from the office. So, would stay at my friend’s place over the night who stayed close by. I started checking the hotel rooms through an app.

    We got a hotel room about 5 kilometres away. We paid the bill and left the restaurant at about 11:30 pm. I drove the bike. Prabha sat behind me, hugging me tight. We reached the hotel. I showed the reception lady my online booking confirmation.

    The receptionist told us that we had a room with 2 single beds. I stopped her immediately and said, “No, we need a single large bed.” The receptionist looked at both of us and asked, “Sir, are you both husband and wife?” Prabha pitched in and asked the receptionist, “Isn’t this hotel couple-friendly?”

    With a stuttering tone, she replied, “Yes, ma’am.” Prabha then asked her, “So, aren’t friends, colleagues and lovers couples? We fall under all these 3 categories but not just husband and wife. Now, can you please give us our key?”

    The receptionist put her head down and, with a narrow smile on her face, said, “Sure, ma’am. I’ll get the room changed for you. Actually, I was checking to ensure we don’t end up in any problem.”

    Prabha chuckled and replied, “Don’t worry. We are only going to use the bed for sleeping. We have no plans of any adults-only stuff inside the room.” Being high, Prabha was going a little overboard. I held her hand and signalled her to calm down.

    The receptionist was tight-lipped and tried her best to conceal her awkward position so as not to laugh out loud. Prabha was actually telling her things that she would have already guessed. She took my ID proof, changed the room for us and gave us the key.

    “Here you go, sir. Enjoy your stay.” I thanked her and quickly vacated the reception area along with Prabha. Room no. 504 on the 5th floor. We waited for the lift, got into the lift and started going up. As we were inside the lift, I rolled my hands around her fleshy waist for the first time and pulled her closer.

    Prabha rested her head on my shoulder, looking up at my face. I lifted her chin and pressed my lips over her blackish-pink lips. Just as we started kissing, the lift bell rang. We reached the 5th floor. Both of us quickly withdrew our lips from each other’s as the lift door opened.

    We stepped out of the lift and reached our room door hand-in-hand. I opened the door and tucked the access card into the keyholder inside the room. As the lights lit up in the room, I closed the door. It actually had two rooms.

    One front room which a couch and glass table in front of it and a door to the next room, which had the bed. As I closed the door, both I and Prabha dropped our bags on the floor and literally pounced on each other. I grabbed her waist. She rolled her arms around my neck, and we started kissing sloppily.

    We opened our mouths wide and kissed deeply. I pushed her to the wall just beside the main door, and we kissed intensely. After some intense smooching, we slowly withdrew our lips and tongues from each other’s mouths, breathing heavily.

    Without waiting a second, I rolled my arms around her juicy buttocks. I lifted her and carried her on my shoulder to the bedroom. Prabha shook her feet and let her sandals drop off on the floor as I carried her to the bedroom. I dropped her on the bed. I quickly got rid of my shoes and socks, standing beside the bed.

    As she fell on the bed, Prabha got up immediately and crawled on her knees towards me on the bed. Getting rid of my shoes and socks, I also got onto the bed. Both of us were on our knees over the bed. I hugged her tight, and we started kissing again.

    Prabha slowly unbuttoned my shirt as we kissed. She then pulled my shirt down my shoulder. We paused kissing for a few seconds as I removed my shirt and flipped it behind me on the floor. Wasting no time, she pulled my inner sleeveless vest up, removed it and threw it on the ground.

    Placing her hands on my shoulders, she gazed at my upper body and said, “I’m jealous of you. You are so fair.” I replied to her, “What’s there in colour, baby? You are my black current.” Prabha smiled at me hearing that. I whispered to her, “Raise your hands, baby.”

    As she raised her hands, I pulled her kurti up, removed it, and, with some desperation, crushed it in my hands and threw it away. Both of us were so contrasting in terms of skin tone. She was completely dark, and I had a yellowish skin tone.

    I rolled my hands around her soft upper back. We hugged and kissed each other randomly all over our face, neck and shoulders. Rubbing her upper back, I slowly grabbed the strap of her maroon bra. I unhooked it and slowly pulled her bra straps down her arms.

    Prabha dropped her hands down, allowing me to remove her bra. I removed it and slipped it beside us on the bed. She has a big three-fourth musk melon size breast, which was more than a handful, with big black round boobs and protruded nipples. It seemed she literally had two airbags over her bust.

    Unable to control my excitement, I rolled one of my hands around her fleshy waist and grabbed her big spongy left boobs with my other hand. Squeezing her boobs hard, we kissed sensually, sucking each other’s lips. We then opened our mouths wide and kissed lavishly, digging our tongues into each other’s mouths.

    Her lips were like black grapes with some pink mixed in them. We started kissing intensely by pushing ourselves hard against each other. We fell on the bed kissing with me falling over her. We hugged each other tight and continued kissing sloppily.

    After a few seconds of lavish kissing, we rolled over. Prabha got on top of me. She started kissing me randomly all over my face, my neck, my shoulders. She went further down and started licking and sucking my boobs. After sucking my boobs for some time, she slowly withdrew her mouth from it.

    She looked up at me and said, “It’s so good.” I chuckled and asked, “If mine is good, I’m imagining how yours would be.” Looking at me with lust, she slowly crawled up the bed. With her dark boobs right over my face, she grabbed her boobs from underneath.

    Rubbing her protruded nipples over my lips, she said, “Why imagine? Go ahead and feel it.” Saying it, she literally fed her nipples into my mouth. I grabbed her spongy boobs and engulfed her big dark boobs in my mouth. I licked her hard nipples. Squeezing her boobs hard, I sucked her nipples.

    Prabha allowed me to suck her nipples and moaned gently, closing her eyes. Sucking her nipples hard, I slowly rolled her over, making her lie down on the bed. I slowly removed my mouth from her left boobs, grabbed her right boobs and pressed it hard. Licking her large dark boobs, I sucked her hard right nipple.

    I even went on to bite her nipples. Prabha placed her hand on my head and continued to moan with closed eyes, biting her lips. Sucking her nipples hard, I slowly rubbed my hand down her belly and circled my finger around her big hollow navel. I went on to dig my forefinger into her navel.

    Prabha gasped out loud as I dug my finger into her navel. Caressing her navel deep for a few seconds, I slowly plucked my finger out from it. I then slowly rubbed further down over her abdomen. I placed my hand on her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped it.

    I dug my fingers inside her jeans and rubbed her lower abdomen over her panty. Continuing to suck her nipples, I dug my fingers inside her panty. My fingers manoeuvred through the dense forest of her pubic hair. I tried digging my fingers between her legs.

    Prabha spread her legs wide, allowing me to place my palms between her pussy. I slowly slipped my middle finger between her wet pussy lips and rubbed her pussy flesh on the outside. Just as my finger stung her tiny pussy hole, I dipped my finger inside without wasting a second.

    Prabha gasped out loud. I slowly pulled my lips off her nipples and climbed up her body, kissing her neck and her jaws. Prabha turned towards me and, by grabbing my hard dick over my jean, whispered, “Shall we do it?” I dipped my finger deeper inside her pussy.

    Prabha moaned loud with my middle finger fully soaked inside her pussy. Prabha slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my jean, dug her hand into my underwear and pulled my hard dick out. Lying down on our sides facing each other, we started kissing again as she stroked my dick.

    I fingered her pussy deep. In a few seconds, we slowly withdrew our lips from each other’s mouths. With our noses rubbing against each other, we looked at each other with lust. I then whispered to her, “Let’s have sex, baby.” She whispered back, “Yes, baby. I want it now very badly.”

    I could not control any further. I quickly got up and pulled her jeans and her panty down her fleshy thighs. I removed her tight jeans with some difficulty and threw them behind me on the floor. Her maroon panty got twisted and tangled around her knees.

    I then pulled it down her legs separately and slipped it on the bed. I gazed at her dark, fully burnt body for a few seconds. Enjoying the sight of her juicy body, I pulled my jeans and underwear as well down, removed it and flipped it behind on the floor. Prabha gazed at my dick and taunted a kiss at me.

    I spread her legs wide and got between her legs. I literally started to drool seeing her highly contrasting pink pussy flesh surrounded by darkness. Unable to control myself anymore, I inclined my upper body over her. With my upper body raised a little above her, I grabbed my hard dick, rubbed it over her pussy.

    As the head of my dick stung onto her tiny pussyhole, I pushed my dick hard inside her wet pussy. Prabha gasped out loud, raising her upper body a little. Thumping my fist on the bed on either side of her bust, I pushed my dick deeper inside her pussy.

    Prabha moaned louder and louder as I penetrated my dick deeper into her pussy. With about 3/4th of my dick inside her, I started fucking her moving my dick back and forth inside her. Prabha grabbed the pillow on either side of her head tightly, closed her eyes and continued moaning.

    Her sensual moanings made my lust hit the roof. Taking my fist from the bed, I grabbed her hands, locked her wrists on either side of her head and increased my speed. I literally crushed her pussy deep and hard, banging my abdomen over her’s with my balls.

    Kissing her buttocks every time I stroked my dick deep inside her. As I continued drilling her pussy deep, Prabha started to scream out loud. After some intense intercourse, I suddenly felt a strong tickling sensation running through the length of my dick. I started to feel the extreme pleasures of sex.

    My cum gushed out of my dick. I splashed my cum deep inside Prabha’s pussy in multiple lots. I released her wrists from my clutches and fell over her. This time, I started to scream out loud as I ejaculated. Prabha rolled her arms around me and hugged me tight, allowing me to fill her pussy with my cum.

    As I finished ejaculating, I slowly lifted my face and looked at her. Both of us were panting and sweating heavily. My dick got softer, shrunk in size and slowly oozed out of her pussy. Placing her hand on my cheek, Prabha lifted her face and kissed me.

    After some sensual lip-lock, she whispered to me, “I love you.” I grabbed her boobs and whispered back, “Nice airbags, babe.” We chuckled and giggled over it. I rolled over and slept beside her. We shared some light conversations. I was so exhausted that I dozed off without my knowledge.

    I woke up the next morning at around 8 am. Prabha was still asleep. She got up at 8:45 am. We freshened up and dressed up. After a final hug and sensual lip-lock, we checked out of the hotel. We had breakfast at a nearby restaurant. I dropped her at a local railway station.

    As she got down from my bike, we held each other’s hands. I told her, “Loved every bit of last night.” She replied with a shy smile, “Me too.” I said, “Hope we will get more time like this together in future. Prabha blushed and replied, “For sure, I would love to spend time with you like this.”

    We bid bye to each other. She went inside the station, and I drove back home.

    So, friends, this was my real-life sex experience with my colleague, Prabha. Please let me know your feedback. You could also write to me at my email id [email protected].

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  • Flatmate ke sath threesome

    Hi, this is Raj, aur ye meri personal story hai, jo main share karne jaa raha hu. I am 29 years old. Meri height 5’5″ hai, and I am working in an MNC. Ye tab ki baat hai jab main Bengaluru mein flat dhoondh raha tha. Kahani yu shuru hoti hai, ki Bengaluru mein mujhe flat rent pe chahiye tha, aur sab flats mehange mil rahe the.

    Finally bahut dhoondhne ke baad mujhe ek sharing flat mila, jaha pe already ek young couple rehte the. Unhone family ki tarah mera swagat kiya. Akash aur Banita ek open relationship mein the. Banita gori thi, chubby thi, aur uska body structure zabardast tha.

    Jab main pehle flat dekhne gaya, I was like yaha control mein rehna hoga. Kyunki Banita bahut zyada hot thi, aur dekhte hi jaise muh mein paani aa jaye waisa badan tha uska.

    Fir maine wo flat le liya, aur wahan pe shift ho gaya. Pehle kuch din awkward lagta tha mujhe. Par dheere-dheere hum dost ban gaye. Akash aur Banita dono bahut hi free minded couple the. Kabhi-kabhi lagta tha ki dono friends for benefits the.

    Wo dono openly love aur kiss wagaira kar dete the. I used to say “Sharam karo” and wo dono kehte “It’s ok, pyar karna to darna kya, aur chhupana kya. Hum kamra band karke karenge tab bhi tum jaan hi jaoge ki hum kya kar rahe hai”.

    Ek baar un dono ne bataya kaise unhone apni fantasy poori karne ke liye usi flat ki balcony pe sex kiya tha, aur neeche watchman dekh liya tha, aur tab se bahut din tak wo hamesha balcony mein jhaankta rehta tha.

    Ek baar main office se aaya, aur door open karke andar gaya. Unke kamre se awaaz aa rahi thi. Fir jab main wahan se apne room ki aur guzra, to meri aankhen khuli ki khuli reh gayi. Unka darwaza thoda khula tha, and Banita Akash ke lund ki sawari kar rahi thi.

    Mujhe uski nangi peeth dikh rahi thi, aur boobs bhi side se thode dikh rahe the. Is beech suddenly Banita peeche ghoomi, aur usne mujhe wahan dekh liya, aur aankhen badi karke hath dikhaya ki jao yaha se. Main fir wahan se chala gaya.

    Next day morning main hall mein baith ke tv dekh raha tha subha. Mere office ki chutti thi. Akash mujhe bye bol ke nikal gaya 2 din ke trip ke liye.

    Wo jaate hue bola: Banita bhi shaam ki flight se ghar jayegi, use drop kar dena.

    Thodi der baad Banita uth ke aayi. Mujhe kal wali baat pe sharam aa rahi thi, aur awkward  sa lag raha tha. Banita bahut hi chhoti shorts aur apne boobs chhup sake itne hi sleeveless top mein thi. Wo aake sofe pe baith gayi. Use dekh ke aise lag raha tha, jaise wo nangi hi thi.

    Uski milky body sab jagah se exposed thi, aur top se uske nipples saaf dikh rahe the. Sath hi sath bada sa cleavage bhi dikh raha tha. Had to tab hui, jab wo table ke neeche se ek magazine uthane ke liye jhuki, tab uske boobs almost baahar aa gaye.

    Maine baat shuru karte hue kaha: I’m sorry for yesterday. Main rukna nahi chaahta tha, par pata nahi kyun atak gaya.

    Usne naughty smile deke bola: Tere to maze ho gaye free mein. Waise kaisi lag rahi thi main?

    Main shock ho gaya. Mujhe laga tha awkward feel rahega, par yaha Banita excited hoke pooch rahi thi.

    Usne poocha: Bol, sharma mat. Mujhe pata hai tu jaan-boojh ke ruka tha. Itni khoobsurat ladki saamne nangi chud rahi ho, to aankhen to khuli reh jayengi.

    Maine kaha: Tum ek-dum vanilla ice cream lag rahi thi.

    Us baat pe wo hass padi aur room ki taraf chalne lagi. Suddenly wo ruk gayi aur boli-

    Banita: Breakfast pe ice cream khaa le aaj, thand to nahi lagegi?

    Aur fir usne apna top utaar ke mere pe fenk diya. Uske nange boobs dekh ke mera lund khada ho gaya. Ek second ke liye laga ki ye sapna tha. Fir main bhaag ke uske peeche gaya, aur kamre mein jaate hi usko zor se hug karne laga.

    Main uske 36″ ke boobs choosta raha, aur fir uski shorts utaar ke usko nanga kar diya. Uske milky nangi body dekh ke lund fadfada raha tha. Fir maine use jee bhar ke pyar kiya. Wo pagal ho rahi thi. Usne mujhe kaha-

    Banita: Mujhe laga tha tum pehle mujh pat line maaroge. Tumne aise kuch kiya nahi. Mujhe hi darwaza khula rakhna pada.

    Usne fir mujhe dhakka diya, aur mera lund usne muh mein le liya. Fir wo lund ko paaglon ki tarah choosne lagi. Ye mujhe ek sapne jaise lag raha tha. Par hakeekat mein mera lund Banita ke muh mein tha

    Wo paaglon ki tarah mera lund choosti rahi, aur thodi der mein main uske muh mein jhad gaya. Wo mera sara cum pee gayi. Maine poocha ki wo apne boyfriend ko bhi aise hi blowjob ke baad muh mein jhadne deti thi. To usne kaha ye uska favourite tha.

    Fir wo mere upar chadh gayi, aur ride karne lagi. Main uske 36″ boobs ko masalta gaya, aur josh mein uske boobs ko thappad laga diya. Banita shock hui thoda, aur boli-

    Banita: Saale, randi samjha hai kya mujhe?

    Maine kuch bola nahi. Kuch seconds mein wo hass padi, aur boli-

    Banita: Behanchod randi bana sakta hai to bana le.

    Thodi der baad maine use kutti bana ke doggy-style mein choda.

    Maine bola: Saali kutiya, mujhe laga ye meri galti thi. Par sach mein tu randi mujhse chudna chaahti thi.

    Fir usne bola: Ek din subha main tumhare kamre mein aayi thi charger lene, aur tum so rahe the shorts mein. Tumhara lund khada tha. Tab se mujhe tumse chudna tha. Isliye main tumhe seduce karna chaahti thi.

    Ye sab sun ke main aur zor se use chodne laga. Uski makhmali gaand ko maine thappad se laal kar diya. Kareeb 1 ghante tak hum ek-doosre pe toot pade. Fir us din shaam ko wo ghar chali gayi, par hamari kahani khatam nahi hui.

    Agli story mein bataunga kaise ye baat aage jaake threesome mein badli, aur multiple group sex hue.

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  • Bhabhi Se Birthday Gift Liya

    Hello friends, mera name hai Rajveer, aur main Gujarat se hu.

    Zyada bore na karte hue main seedha story pe aata hu. Story ki heroine hai meri bhabhi. Wo gori hai, aur size 34-32-34 hai. To baat shuru hoti hai aaj se 3 saal pehle, jab bhai ki shaadi hui thi. Mere bhai na name hai Suresh aur bhabhi ka name hai Muskan, aur hum sab joint family mein rehte hai. Meri family mein main, mom, dad, bhai, aur bhabhi hai.

    Papa retired hai, bhai businessman hai, aur main abhi college karta hu. To baat hai aaj se kuch 3 month pehle ki. March ka month chal raha tha, aur gaon mein shaadi thi. To sabhi ghar walo ko jaana tha. But bhai ko business ki wajah se out of city jana pada 1 week ke liye.

    Mera college tha to main bhi nahi jaa sakta tha. Aur bhabhi ki tabiyat thodi theek nahi thi, to unhone bhi ghar par rehna final kara. To shaadi mein sirf mom aur dad ko jana pada. Shaam ko mom-dad ko main chhodh ke aaya. Bhai business trip par tha, to ab ghar par sirf main aur bhabhi hi the.

    Ghar aa kar main meri gf se phone par baat kar raha tha, aur bhabhi kitchen mein khaana bana rahi thi. Khaana banne ke baad wo hall mein aake tv dekh rahi thi, aur main apni gf se phone par baat kar raha tha. Waise meri gf ko bhabhi bahut ache se jaanti thi. Maine hi milwaya tha unko. Tabhi bhabhi ne hamare beech ki baat sun li, aur fir thodi der baad jab mera call cut hua, tab bhabhi mujhe chidhane lagi.

    Bhabhi: To kya keh rahi thi Jinal (meri gf)?

    Me: Kuch khass nahi, bas mera b’day aa raha hai 3 din baad, to party ke baare mein pooch rahi thi.

    Bhabhi: Acha to fir to is baar badhiya gift milega b’day par.

    Me: Haa kuch khaas nahi pata. Dekhe te hai kya deti hai wo.

    Bhabhi: Acha bachhu, mere se chhupa rahe ho. Maine abhi tumhari baatein suni. Tum to usse kuch khaas birthday gift maang rahe the.

    Ye sunte hi main sharma gaya, aur bola: Bhabhi aisa kuch bhi nahi hai.

    Bhabhi: Acha devar ji, hame hi ullu bana rahe ho. Waise hamne bhi college kara hai. Hame bhi sab pata hai. Koi nahi karo. Abhi tumhari umar hai, karo mauj-masti. Par utni bhi zyada masti mat kar lena ki usse dikkat ho jaye.

    Aur bhabhi hasne lagi, aur kitchen mein chali gayi, aur main ghar se baahar aa gaya doston se milne. Shaam ko jab ghar gaya, to raat ke 10:30 ho chuke the, aur bhabhi tv mein serial dekh rahi thi. Main bhi paas mein jaake baith gaya aur baat karne laga. Fir tabhi upar bhai ka call aa gaya, aur bhabhi baat karne lagi.

    Baju mein baith kar main unhe chidhane laga, aur remote leke channel change kar raha tha. Tabhi bhabhi ne mere hath se remote cheen liya, aur wapas serial laga diya.

    Main bola: Aap bhai se baat kar lo. Mujhe tab tak tv mein movies dekhne do.

    But wo remote apne dono pairon ke neeche daba ke baith gayi. Bhabhi phone pe bhai se baat kar rahi thi, to mujhe masti soojhi, aur main masti karne laga. Kabhi unhe chimti kaat leta, kabhi unke pyar se gaal kheench raha tha, aur bol raha tha-

    Main: Remote dedo, warna zyada pareshan karunga.

    But wo nahi maani aur jab unki baat khatam ho gayi, to bhabhi masti-masti mein mujhe maarne lagi. Ab do din baad mera b’day tha to bhabhi ne poocha-

    Bhabhi: Chocolate deni padegi devar ji, b’day hai to aapka.

    Me: Ok, but gift bhi dena padega.

    Bhabhi: Haa bol tujhe kya chahiye?

    Me: Bhabhi ghar mein sirf aap aur main hu. Baaki sab baahar gaye hai. To…

    Bhabhi: Ab aage bhi bol kya to-to laga rakha hai.

    Me: Bhabhi to main soch raha tha, ki Jinal (meri gf) ko ghar bula lu, agar aap bura na maano to.

    Bhabhi: Acha to bula lo. But khayaal rahe, ye baat mom-dad aur bhai ko pata na chale. Warna wo sab mujh par gussa karenge.

    Me: Ok my dear bhabhi. Thank you (Aur unke gaal ke upar ek kiss kar di).

    To bhabhi ne mujhe thappad maar diya masti-masti mein.

    Wo boli: Ruk jaa abhi, teri gf aane wali hai, to uske liye ye sab rakho.

    Me: Haa to aap bi to meri pyari bhabhi ho. Aapko gaal pe kiss to main kar hi sakta hu na?

    Bhabhi: Hatt badmash! Chal ab sone jaane de mujhe.

    Aur bhabhi apne room mein jaa ke so gayi. Fir main terrace pe jaa kar cigarette peene laga. Uske baad apne room mein jaake so gaya. Subha utha, aur apni gf ko milne gaya. Usko mila, tabhi usko uske papa ka call aaya.

    Unhone kaha: Beta tere didi aur jija ji ka accident hua hai, to abhi hum sab ko jana padega. Tum jaldi ghar aa jao.

    Usme mujhse ye saari baat boli, aur mera mood off ho gaya. Usne mujhe bola-

    Jinal: Sorry, but jana padega.

    Aur wo chali gayi. Fir main apne friend se mila, aur cigarette wagaira pee ke ghar wapas aa gaya. But is saari baat de mera mood kharaab ho gaya tha, to main seedha room mein jaane laga.

    Tabhi bhabhi ne bola: Chalo khaana khaa lo.

    Me: Nahi khaana.

    Bhabhi: To pehle bolna tha na. Maine bana diya, ab kya karu?

    Me (gusse mein): Haa to aap khaa lo, mujhe nahi khaana.

    Aur main room mein fresh hone chala gaya. 30 minute baad bhabhi room mein aayi aur poocha-

    Bhabhi: Kya hua?

    Me: Kuch nahi, bas mood off hai.

    Bhabhi: Haa tabhi to pooch rahi hu, ki kya hua.

    Kyun mood off hai hamare dever ji ka?

    Me: Wo Jinal ki didi aur jija ji ka accident hua hai, to wo uski didi ke waha gayi hai, isliye.

    Bhabhi: Acha (aur hasne lagi).

    Me: Aapko bahut hassi aa rahi hai. Kal mera b’day hai, aur wo chali gayi.

    Bhabhi: Acha koi baat nahi, wo to wapas aa hi jayegi. Tum kyun apna mood bigaad rahe ho. Chalo khaana khaa lo, aur so jao. Kal b’day hai tumhara.

    Aur fir maine khaana khaaya, aur baad mein let ke phone chalane laga. Raat ko 12 baje sab ne wish kiya. Mom, dad, friends, aur gf ne bhi call par wish kiya. Bhabhi ka bhi message aaya happy birthday ka.

    Main sab ko thank you bola, aur fir 12:45 tak sab se baat karke so gaya. Subha utha aur fresh hoke hall mein aaya. Bhabhi ne nashta ready rakha tha. Maine nashta kara.

    Bhabhi: To fir kya hai aaj ka plan?

    Me: Kuch bhi nahi.

    Bhabhi: Aisa thodi hota hai. Aapka b’day hai, kuch to plan kiya hoga na?

    Me: Haa kiya to tha.

    Bhabhi: Kya kiya tha, mujhe to bolo.

    Me: Bas raat ko baahar friends ke sath party karunga.

    Aur fir shaam to Jinal aane wali thi ghar mein cake lekar.

    Bhabhi: Aur?

    Me: Aur kuch nahi, bas wo aati aur celebration karte sab sath mein.

    Bhabhi: Acha, maine to suna tha tum daaru bhi laane waale the Jinal ke sath (ye saari baat bhabhi ne us din phone pe sun li thi, jab main baat kar raha tha tab).

    Me: Haa but ab wo nahi aa rahi, to ab nahi laani.

    Bhabhi: Suno, le aana. Waise bhi ghar par koi nahi hai, aur maine bhi last time tumhare bhai ke sath goa gayi thi, tab taste ki thi. Aaj ghar pe koi nahi hai, to thodi main bhi fir se try kar loongi.

    Me: Ok bhabhi, waise kon si brand lau?

    Bhabhi: Jo tujhe acha lage.

    Me: Theek hai.

    Main fir baahar nikal gaya, aur friends ko mila. Cake cut karke sab movie dekhne gaye. Fir shaam ko 8:30 ko ghar pahuncha black dog ki bottle ke sath (black dog mera favourite brand hai). Uske baad apne room mein fresh hone chala gaya.

    Bhabhi hall mein baithi thi. Main room mein aaya, fresh hua, to meri gf ki video call aayi. Main baat kar raha tha, aur wo mujhe mana rahi thi ki aaj wo nahi thi.

    Fir main bola: It’s ok.

    Usne mujhe video call mein mast boobs dikhaye aur ye sab se mera hathiyar taiyaar ho gaya. Fir main usse baahar nikal kar video call pe baat karte-karte hilane laga, aur mujhe pata hi nahi tha ki mere room ka door open tha. Bhabhi aayi, aur mujhe masturbation karte dekh li, aur mujhe pata hi nahi tha. Main to gf se video call mein uske nude boobs, aur pussy dekh kar apna lund hila raha tha.

    Bhabhi ye sab dekh rahi thi. 5 minute baad wo chali gayi, aur main terrace pe cigarette peene chala gaya. Fir 9 pm ke aas-paas wapas neeche aaya. Bhabhi ne mast cake ka order diya tha. Table bhi mast saja ke rakha tha, aur ac chal raha tha. Mast romantic music chal raha tha. Maine cake kaata aur bhabhi ko khilaya. Fir wo mujhe aur mere face pe cake lagane lagi

    Maine bhi unhe peeche se pakad ke unhe cake laga diya. Hum dono ke muh cake se bigad chuke the, aur fir dono fresh hone apne-apne room mein chale gaye. Main fresh hoke wapas hall mein aa gaya. 10 minute baad bhabhi bhi aayi, aur main unhe dekhta hi reh gaya.

    Unhone nighty pehni thi, aur bra bhi nikaal di thi. Fir hamne normal sa nashta kara. Uske baad drink ke baare mein baat aayi. Main black dog ki bottle leke aaya hi tha. Bhabhi kitchen mein se cold-drink aur baraf le aayi. Fir hum peene lage. Mast romantic song music chal raha tha.

    5-6 peg ke baad bhabhi ko chadhne lagi, aur main unko hi dekh raha tha. Unke boobs aur unki kamar par meri nazar thi. Bhabhi ne mujhe dekh liya aur boli-

    Bhabhi: Kya dekhe rahe ho?

    Me: Kuch nahi bhabhi.

    Bhabhi: Haa main sab samajhti hu (sharaab ne apna kaam chaalu kar diya tha).

    Me: Sach mein aisa kuch nahi hai.

    Bhabhi: Chal jhoothe, mujhse jhooth bolega? Waise aaj to tera plant bigad gaya.

    Me: Kon sa plan?

    Bhabhi: Gf ke sath wala.

    Me: Koi nahi, fir mil lenge.

    Bhabhi: Aur wo gift jo tujhe wo dene wali thi?

    Me: Kon sa gift?

    Bhabhi: Wahi jo tumari iccha thi, use ghar pe bula ke karne ki.

    Me (Sharmate hue): Arre aisa kuch nahi hai bhabhi.

    Bhabhi: Haa maine dekha wo to.

    Me: Kya dekha?

    Bhabhi: Wahi Jo tum video call pe baat karte-karte hila rahe the.

    Mere to hosh hi udd gaye, aur main sharmane laga.

    Bhabhi: Ab kya sharma raha hai. Tab to bade maze le raha tha.

    Main abhi bhi unke boobs dekhe  jaa raha tha.

    Bhabhi ne fir pakad liya, aur boli: Devar ji control rakho. Main bhabhi hu tumhari (aur hasne lagi).

    Main bhi hasne laga.

    Bhabhi: Kaisa laga?

    Me: Kya?

    Bhabhi: Jo dekh rahe the.

    Me: Kaise batau, abhi kaha poora dekha hai.

    Bhabhi: Acha, to kya iccha hai mere devar ji ki?

    Me: Kuch nahi bhabhi.

    Bhabhi: Ek baat bata, Jinal mein aur mujhme kon zyada acha lagta hai tujhe?

    Me: Aap bhabhi.

    Bhabhi: Kyun?

    Me: Aap ho hi itni mast, cute, caring.

    Bhabhi: Sab pata hai mujhe, jhooth mat bol.

    Me: Sach bhabhi.

    Bhabhi: Acha sabse zyada acha kya laga mujhme?

    Me: Aapki eyes, aapki smile etc…

    Bhabhi: Aur?

    Me: Aapka figure.

    Bhabhi: Figure mein kya acha laga?

    Me: Wo… aapke (isharon se batane laga).

    Bhabhi: Boobs, acha to bol na. Sharmata kyun hai?

    Me: Haa wahi.

    Bhabhi: Acha aur?

    Me: Aur poori ki poori aap. Bhabhi ye sab chhodho, mera b’day gift?

    Bhabhi: Kya chahiye?

    Main unke boobs dekhne laga.

    Bhabhi: Sharam kar, bhabhi hu teri main.

    Me: Aapne hi poocha kya gift chahiye, isliye bola.

    Bhabhi: Acha theek hai, but sirf dikhaungi.

    Tum touch nahi karoge. Main maan gaya. Mere mann mein laddu foot rahe the, kyunki main jaanta tha ye kaha pe jaake rukega. Fir hum dono ne ek-ek peg aur banaya, aur fatt se pee gaye. Bhabhi khadi hui, aur mere saamne aake apni nightie upar se khol ke boobs dikhane lagi. Main to swarg mein pahunch gaya aur mera lund tight ho gaya.

    Main bola: Bhabhi mujhe to aapko poora nude dekhna hai.

    Thodi der manane ke baad wo maan gayi aur poori nangi ho kar saamne aa gayi. Ab mera lund full tight tha. Upar se daaru ka nasha tha. Main firse lund baahar nikaal kar hilane laga.

    Bhabhi jaane lagi, to main bola: Kya hua?

    Wo boli: Ho gaya gift, ab kapde pehan lu.

    Maine bola: Please thodi der aur, mera paani nikaal lu. Please please please please.

    Wo khadi rahi aur main hilane laga. 10 minute, 15 minute, par paani nikalne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.

    Bhabhi boli: Aur kitni der?

    Me: Bas thodi der aur, bas ho jayega.

    Bhabhi kya main aapke boobs choo ke dekh lu? Shayad mera jaldi ho jaye.

    Bhabhi: No.

    But ab main bhi kaha maanne wala tha. Maine boobs pakde, aur dabane laga. Bhabhi chhootne ki poori koshish kar rahi thi, but dheere-dheere. Maine fir unka ek boob apne muh mein bhar liya, aur choosne laga. Thodi der na-nukur ke baad wo thoda-thoda maanne lagi. Maine 10 minute boob choos-choos ke laal kar diye. But lund se paani nikalne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.

    Bhabhi boli: Aur kitni der?

    Main bola: Ye dekho, aaj nikalne ka naam hi nahi le raha.

    Bhabhi mere paas aayi, aur apne hath mein lund pakad ke aage-peeche karne lagi. Aur main full mauj mein tha. Main swarg mein pahunch gaya tha. Main kabhi boob dabata, kabhi muh mein boob choos leta. Fir maine dheere se apni ek ungli unki chut mein daal di.

    Bhabhi fataak se uchal padi, aur mujhe gusse se dekhne lagi. But kuch boli nahi. Wo mera lund hilane lagi. Main firse dheere se ek baar unki pussy ke aas-paas ungli le jaane laga, aur andar daal di. Is baar bhabhi ne mana nahi kara.

    Main fir dheere se unhe apne room mein le gaya, aur ungli karne laga. Fir bed pe lita diya. Unki eyes band thi, aur wo moan kar rahi thi. Tabhi maine dheere se apna muh unki pussy pe rakh diya, aur dekha ki bhabhi aur uttejit ho gayi thi. Main fir unki pussy chaatne laga. Kareeb 12 minute pussy chaatne ke baad unka paani nikal gaya, aur main saara paani pee gaya. Bhabhi full maze mein bed pe eyes band karke leti rahi.

    Main fir bola: Bhabhi apka to ho gaya. Abhi mere kya?

    Bhabhi: Tere saamne nangi hu, toone mere boobs choos liye, chut chaat li, aur abhi pooch raha hai mujhse (aur wo hasne lagi).

    Main samajh gaya aur lund unke  muh ke paas le gaya. Unhone mast choosa lund 10 minute tak. Fir main neeche aaya, unke pair failaye, aur apna lund unki chut mein daalne laga. Lund aasani se chut mein chala gaya.

    Poore room mein pach pach ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Kareeb 20 minute chodne ke baad mera paani nikalne wala tha, to main bola-

    Me: Paani kaha nikalu?

    Bhabhi: Andar hi nikaal de aaj. Subha i-pill le loongi.

    Aur fir ek aakhri shot ke sath  mera paani unke andar nikaal diya, aur unpe hi let gaya. Fir main kiss karne laga unke hontho pe. Us raat maine 3 baar aur bhabhi ki chudai ki. Unko lund chuswaya. Unki chut chaati, aur unke boobs dabaye.

    Aage ki story next part mein bataunga ki maine kaise fir unki gaand bhi maari aur bahut kuch kiya. To friends kaisi lagi meri story, please comment kariyega. Ye meri 1st story hai, to kuch galti hui ho to mujhe maaf kariyega.

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  • My Grandpa’s House – Part 3

    Washing my face, I came out of the room and saw nobody was in the living hall. I came to the front door and opened it. I walked to the backyard, and it was a long walk as the house was huge, and I found no one outside. I came to the back of the house.

    I saw Ishani standing near a window and peeing inside the closed shutters. Seeing me, she placed a finger on her lips and gestured me not to speak. Wondering what she was seeing through the closed window, I stood on her left side.

    I saw a small opening in the wooden window shutter through which she was peeping inside. My cock stirred in my briefs seeing Ishani stretching her upper to peep inside. Her breasts protruded out from the thin shirt material, with nipples poking out.

    Stretching my right hand, I pulled her, holding her midriff and tried to kiss her on the lips. Pushing me away, she indicated me to look though another hole in the window shutters. Out of curiosity, I peeped through the small hole and to my surprise, it was Grandpa’s room.

    He was lying on the bed with just a dhoti on his body. His big grey hairy chest was naked, and he was talking to someone in the room, and that person was not visible to me. I couldn’t hear the voice as all the wooden shutters were closed, and the fan was running at full speed.

    “Who is the person inside? I can’t see the other person,” I whispered to Ishani, and she signalled me to wait. After a few seconds, I saw a lady coming into my view wearing a white saree. She sat on the bed near Grandpa’s thighs.

    OMG, it was thundering thighs Mamata Aunty, wife of Raman’s Uncle, my Mom’s elder brother. She looked at my Grandpa, removed the Mangalsutra chain from her neck and placed it on the dresser table. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

    Mamata Aunty was bending and pushed Grandpa’s dhoti aside. I saw her fishing out Grandpa’s cock pushing the dhoti aside. My head spun when I saw Grandpa’s cock. It was a monster, one like a horse cock, not a human’s one. It was dark-skinned, about 10-12 long, and was very thick.

    Mamata Aunty was holding it with two hands at the base. She was moving her hands up and down over the monster cock jerking Grandpa. First, I couldn’t digest seeing Mamata Aunty holding Grandpa’s cock and getting intimate with her Father-in-law.

    Secondly, the monster cock of my 75-year-old Grandpa, who was paralyzed waist down. I wondered how a 75-year-old bedridden man could get an erection, and that, too, a monstrous one. I had seen such huge dicks only in porn, not in real life.

    Ishani was not exaggerating when she said that she had seen bigger ones than my 8-inch cock. I was in a daze until I felt my shorts pulled down and my cock being gripped. I turned and saw Ishani jerking my cock and was smiling at me.

    “Now, do you believe me? I will continue what I stopped in the attic. To make you cum. After your release, we will go. I don’t want someone catching us. I will explain everything later. Now see the show quietly and cum quickly while I jerk you,” Ishani urged and began jerking my cock faster.

    I looked at her as she masturbated me with a wide smile on her face. She was not interested in watching the show as she had seen it a number of times. But her eyes were on my cock, which was dripping a lot of pre-cum. Not wanting to miss the live action, I peeped in again.

    I saw Grandpa pulling the pallu down from Mamata Aunt’s shoulders, baring her white blouse. I could see her not wearing a bra. Her dark areolas and nipples were visible through the thin blouse material. Her naked fleshy tummy was a feast to the eyes.

    Mamata Aunty pulled the saree knot near her navel and pushed the saree down to the floor from her body. She was in her white blouse and matching petticoat. Grandpa pulled the petticoat up, exposing her thunder thighs. He was moving his right hand on his daughter-in-law’s thighs.

    I saw Mamata Aunty pushing the dhoti folds aside. She got up and sat on Grandpa’s thighs, lifting her petticoat to her tummy level. Keeping her feet on the bed, Mamata Aunty got up off Grandpa’s thighs. Her right hand is holding the monster, and her left hand is trying to keep her petticoat at her tummy level.

    I saw her pussy clearly, which was hairy. She raised her hips, trying to make the monster cock head touch her hairy pussy. Keeping Grandpa’s cockhead at the entrance, Mamata Aunty lowered her hips down. I saw her pussy swallowing the monster very easily.

    She was not forced but was voluntarily mating as she was smiling staring at her Father-in-law. Her face was consorted as she took Grandpa’s cock inside her inch by inch inside her. I saw her sighing in relief as she took the whole cock, mashing her pubic hairs with Grandpa’s grey ones.

    The way her pussy swallowed the monster, I knew this was not the first time she was fucking her Father-in-law. Any new woman would have struggled to tackle that huge dick. I came to my senses when I felt my cock being sucked. I looked down and saw Ishani bending.

    She was holding at the base of my cock, sucking it, and her free hand was fondling my balls. I saw her shirt open up at the top showing off her tiny tits inside the shirt. Seeing a 42-year-old married woman riding her 75-year father-in-law that too in midafternoon.

    Then getting a blowjob from Ishani, who earlier refused to suck, was making me aroused more. Cupping and pressing my elder cousin sister’s tits, getting a wild blowjob from her, I peeped in again. Mamata’s Aunt’s blouse was now open, baring her B-cup breasts with big areolas with erect nipples.

    Difference between Ishani and Mamata Aunt’s tits was only the areolas. Ishani had small areolas and pointy nipples. Mamata Aunt’s nipples were thick and a bit long. Maybe it was good she was sucked if she had milk in them, I wondered.

    Grandpa’s hands were moving all over Mamata Aunt’s body. He was caressing her tits and her tummy while she rode him like a woman possessed. I saw his big palm at the top of her pussy, thick fingers prodding her clit. I saw Grandpa’s cock shining with cum smeared as it moved in and out of Mamata Aunt’s pussy.

    I knew she was enjoying herself while she pleasured her Father-in-law with devotion. Her feet were firmly placed on the bed, fleshy thighs grazing Grandpa’s hairy thighs as she rode him. Mamata Aunt’s body was sweating a lot despite the fan running at full speed.

    Grandpa was coolly lying on the bed, enjoying the ride given by his daughter-in-law. His right hand was triggering her clit nonstop while his left hand was moving all over her tits and fleshy tummy. Mamata Aunty fucked Grandpa for almost 30 minutes.

    I wondered how Grandpa could keep his cock erect for so long despite being paralyzed. All this while Ishani was sucking me, trying to make me cum. I was nowhere close to cumming. Frustrated, I saw her taking her mouth off my cock and stood up, holding my cock in her hand.

    “Are you not going to cum, Rahul? My mouth is aching for sucking you so long. I am horny too. Please fuck me with your fingers like you did in the attic,” Ishani whispered, lifting her skirt and baring her thighs, not bothering to peep in the other hole.

    I knew her pussy was up for grabs and wanted to take her right there in the open. But I hesitated. I wanted to fuck and enjoy her body leisurely in a closed room, not bothering about getting caught. She took my right hand and placed it over her mound.

    I was not surprised to feel her pussy dripping. I inserted my middle finger in her and began to finger fuck her. Ishani began to moan softly as my finger moved in and out of her moist pussy effortlessly. She sucked my nipples, began to jerk my cock while I finger fucked her.

    Not wanting to miss the real action inside, I peeped in again. Now Mamata Aunty had lowered her body, resting on Grandpa’s body. Her face, close to Grandpa’s nipples, was sucking it. Her ass was moving up and down, still busy pleasuring her father-in-law’s cock.

    This is where Ishani got the idea of sucking my nipples, I thought. I found it weird when she sucked my tiny nipples but was enjoying her warm mouth. Mamata Aunt’s ass was moving up and down as she fucked Grandpa in small slow strokes.

    I saw her blouse wet with sweat, and her petticoat was bunched up at her wide hips. Grandpa was holding her head, urging her to suck his nipples. His hips moved up, trying to fuck back his daughter-in-law. I wondered how Grandpa would have fucked before his stroke.

    I felt pity for my Grandma, who had to satisfy this giant cock for so long. This was a sight out of porn, a MILF being taken by an elder, mature man. I saw Grandpa’s both hands at Mamata Aunt’s hips, trying to lift her and began to thrust his cock inside her from the bottom.

    He was fucking her in long strokes while Aunty was still as her father-in-law fucked her mindlessly. He gave a few powerful strokes from under and pressed her big buttocks down. I saw a sign of relief on Mamata’s Aunt’s face and knew Grandpa was shooting inside her.

    Both stayed still for a few seconds. Mamata Aunty got off Grandpa’s thighs and sat beside him. Both were talking now, which I was not able to hear. I saw her wiping Grandpa’s cock clean using her petticoat. But I saw the godamn monster was still 8 inches long despite cumming just now.

    Mamata Aunty got off the bed, petticoat falling back to its place, hiding her womanhood. She was speaking with Grandpa while hooking up her blouse. Mamata Aunty wore the saree, tucked Grandpa’s dhoti properly hiding the tool which pleasured her just now and walked out of the room.

    I saw Grandpa sleeping soundly after getting fucked by his elder daughter-in-law.

    I pulled my finger from Ishani’s cunt and whispered, “Come, let’s go. The show is over.”

    Ishani, pulling her skirt properly, whispered back, “Did you enjoy the show?”

    “Yes. Very much,” I said, and we walked back.

    “Did you like how Mamata Aunty took Grandpa? Would you like to fuck her or me if you get the chance,” Ishani asked me holding my hand and pressing her finger to my palm.

    “To be honest, I don’t know. I never knew Mamata Aunty would be so wild in bed. I found her so affectionate and motherly when I met her. My God, she looked so hot when she took Grandpa. I don’t mind if she rides me like she rode Grandpa,” I said, pressing her palm.

    “Motherfucker. Wait till you see your busty Swapan Aunty servicing Grandpa. Swapna Aunty is more hot and wilder than Mamata Aunty. She is like a wild cat in bed. You have to see it to believe it. If you are lucky, you will get to see her in action tonight itself,” Ishani said as we walked to the front door.

    “Oh, No. Swapna Aunty, too. I can’t fucking believe this. Do their husbands know about this?” I asked her.

    “Keep your voice down. They know but have turned a blind eye because of the property. They don’t mind their wives servicing their father as long as they get the lion’s share in the property. Keep this secret with you. Don’t tell your Mom. She won’t get a penny from her dad as she eloped with your dad and got married,” Ishani said, leaving my hand as we walked inside the house.

    Just for the sake of the property, daughters-in-law are getting fucked by their Father-in-law under their husband’s noses. “What about Uncle’s? Are they not able to satisfy their wives?” I asked her hush tone.

    “Duffer, they have kids, and I think it’s their own not from Grandpa. It started 10 years back after Grandma died. I don’t know when and how it happened, but it has become routine now. One comes in the afternoon and another one in the night,” Ishani whispered.

    “So uncles are deprived of sex from their wives,” I said.

    “They are much more hopeless than their father. They come to our house only for food. They stay in farmhouses and fuck our labour wives and their daughters in the afternoon and night. I doubt they are having sex with their wives,” Ishani whispered.

    We were now sitting on the living room sofa, and the hall was empty. “You said one Aunt goes to Grandpa every night,” I asked her.

    “You are too much. Whichever Aunt goes to Grandpa’s room in the night relieves him by fucking or sucking. They stay there for an hour or so and go back to their room. The main thing is Grandpa needs to fuck twice a day, but he won’t touch labour wives or daughters like his sons. I have a feeling my sister Nandini is also involved. I saw her going to Grandpa’s room once, but I am not sure. She got married 3 years back and had a cute baby. I feel it’s happening with her after her marriage, as her husband is in the Gulf. She might be doing it for property’s sake. Go to your room and sleep. You might get lucky tonight if your busty Swapna Aunty goes to Grandpa’s room or maybe my sister Nandini,” Ishani said, getting up.

    I, too, stood up and asked,” Have you ever…….” And stopped. Ishani stood frozen, hearing me.

    Giving me a tight slap across my cheek, she said, “If that is the case, would I have allowed you to see what is happening in our house? Do you think I can take that monster in me? I come here only during my vacations, see the live sex fucking and finger myself. Today, I shamelessly asked you to finger me as I got tired of seeing this wild sex. Thanks for helping me twice today and I won’t ask for it again. If I want pleasure, I can ask Rohit, who is eagerly waiting for my nod. Maybe you will be a loser, and Rohit will be the lucky boy,” Saying Ishani dashed to her room without looking back at me.

    Did I make a mistake asking her? I wondered and walked to my room to get some sleep. But couldn’t sleep with a raging hard-on troubling in my shorts. I don’t know when sleep took over me. When I got up, it was already dark. I looked at the mobile and saw the time was 6.30 pm.

    My cock had lost its hardness. I went to the washroom and took a hot bath. I came out, wore a T-shirt and track pants and came out to the living room. I saw cousins playing carom, and I sat watching the news on the TV. Ishani came and sat on the single sofa adjacent to mine.

    She didn’t look at me and got busy watching TV. As I was glancing at her and watching TV, I felt someone standing before me and looked up. I jumped when I saw Mamata Aunty standing before me with a cup in her hand.

    “It’s coffee, Rahul. If you like, I will bring tea or milk,” Mamata Aunty said, handing me the cup. Mamata Aunty was dressed in the same white saree that she was wearing in Grandpa’s room while she rode him. I could smell sex emitting from her body.

    Her plump half, naked body came before my eyes. Now she was standing inches before me, showing off her naked tummy flesh folds, which her pallu was not covering. I felt like kissing her naked stomach skin below her blouse and above her saree.

    “No coffee is fine, Aunty,” I stammered and took the cup from her hand.

    “Are you not feeling well, Rahul,” Mamata Aunty asked me, placing the back of her hand on my forehead and near my neck to check my temperature in a motherly way.

    “No, I am ok, Aunty,” I said, resting my back on the sofa and taking her warm hand from my body. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Ishani smiling and mouthing, ‘Fuck her!’ Keeping her tongue out of her lips, she mouthed again, ‘kiss her tummy!’

    I was taken aback at her bold suggestion when Mamata Aunty was standing right in front of me. Mamata Aunty turned and walked back to the kitchen, wriggling her huge buttocks at me. I stared at her big ass, moving without any panty support. The white saree was showing off her petticoat folds.

    I sipped the hot coffee and saw Ishani walking towards me. She sat beside me and, leaning, whispered, “Why didn’t you ask her to feed milk from her tits instead. The way you were staring at her tummy, I thought you were going to kiss her on the stomach. Shall I send her to your room later in the night? Anyway, she finished her duty with Grandpa in the afternoon. Swapna Aunty may go to service Grandpa’s monster.”

    “Yeah, why not. You can come and watch the show closely,” I said, sipping the coffee.

    “I thought you were going to invite me, bastard. But you want Aunty,” Ishani said and hit me on my crotch lightly.

    “Chill, horny girl. We will do it before I leave,” I said.

    “What are you going to do before you leave, Rahul?” I heard Swapna’s Aunt’s voice and saw her coming out of the kitchen, wiping her hands using the pallu edge.

    Ishani and I got frightened hearing Swapna Aunty. Did she hear us talking? Swapna Aunty came towards us and stood before us. I looked at Ishani, who was smiling and turned back to see Swapna’s Aunt’s tummy at my eye level. She didn’t have much flesh on her stomach like Mamata Aunty.

    It was flat but fleshy, and I saw her navel winking at me, which was just above her saree.

    “Sister and brother have got close in just a few days. It’s very nice to see you bonding with your cousins so easily, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty spoke, and I looked up at her. She sat between me and Ishani, and her thighs brushed against mine and Ishani’s.

    My body shivered when I felt her thighs warm to mine. I lifted the coffee cup to my lips to avoid answering her. But my right arm brushed against her left breast as she was sitting to my right. I felt her spongy breasts through my arm, trying to pull back.

    But she leaned against my arm, pushing her breast to my shivering arm. I saw Ishani, who was sitting at Swapna Aunt’s right side, pushing her against me, making Aunty fall on me. I kept my arm still. The elbow was pressing Swapna Aunt’s big boobs.

    But Swapna Aunty didn’t pull back even though my elbow was dangerously testing her breast softness.

    “Mama asked you to come to his room by 7.30, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty said and got up. I was relieved. I would have got caught as my cock had made a tent in my track pant.

    “What for Aunty?” Ishani asked.

    “You know your Grandpa’s daily routine, Isha. Maybe Mama wants to have a few drinks with his favourite Grandson before he leaves. Be careful, Rahul, don’t drink whiskey, ask for beer or wine only if you are ok drinking it. Ok, I need to go,” said Swapna Aunty walked, waving her ass at us.

    Ishani was giggling, seeing Swapna Aunty walking back to the kitchen. “Why are you laughing, Ishani,” I asked angrily. She caused me discomfort by pushing her Aunt towards me, catching me off uard.

    “I am wondering why Grandpa asked you to come. I know he drinks daily at 7.30 and has dinner by 8.30. Then he starts fucking one of his daughters-in-law by 9 and finishes by 10, and sends them back. I am curious why Grandpa is breaking his routine and inviting you tonight. Maybe he got tired by fucking Mamata Aunty in the afternoon. His cock must be flaccid, not able to get it hard,” Ishani whispered and laughed.

    “Stop Ishani. We both know Grandpa can fuck even with his flaccid cock and satisfy a woman. Even I am curious why he asked me to come,” I said.

    “We both will know by 8. Now relax. You will have a wonderful time drinking Grandpa’s blue-label whiskey,” Ishani said and got up.

    “Are you going to peep at us while I am inside Grandpa’s room,” I asked, alarmed.

    “Sure, why not? I may get to see something erotic tonight,” said Ishani, walking away and winking at me.

    Continued in the next part.

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  • Saving My Friend’s Marriage – Part 1

    Hi guys, My name is Jack, age 25, working in a software company as a team leader. 15 members are working under me, a monthly salary of 2 lakhs per month. I got married 6 months back to Shruthi Hassan, age 21, working as a biology teacher in a school.

    It was an arranged marriage. I had many girlfriends in my college days. On the first night, I found out she didn’t have any boyfriends and that she was a virgin. I fucked her till I felt I could not move anymore.

    Six months have passed, and our lives are going smoothly. We both usually fuck like rabbits whenever we can.

    One day, I went to a pub with my close friend from college, Abishek. He also works in my company as well as, but on another team. After drinking a few rounds, all of a sudden, Abishek started to cry. I didn’t know why he was crying, so I asked him.

    Me: Dude, what happened? Why are you crying?

    Abhishek: I don’t want to live anymore. I feel like committing suicide.

    I was shocked by his words.

    Me: Tell me your problem. I will help you.

    Abishek: How can you help me? I have tried everything.

    Me: First, tell me what’s happened.

    Abhishek: I can’t fuck my wife. I have erectile dysfunction.

    Me: What!

    I was again shocked by his words. He got married a few months ago. I didn’t know he had this kind of problem. Now I know why whenever I ask him to go on a double date like that, he always says some excuse and avoids it. This is why Abhishek and his wife are not on good terms.

    Me: Did you consult a doctor?

    Abhishek: Yes, no use at all. I did everything everybody said.

    He was crying like a baby. We drank a few more rounds.

    Me: Does your wife say anything?

    Abhishek: As she is from a village, she doesn’t know much. Whenever she asks me for sex, I always make some excuses and keep a distance from her.

    Me: Then what happened?

    Abhishek: 1 week ago, she tried to seduce me and did everything, but my dick didn’t raise at all. Now she knows I have a problem, and she wants a divorce.

    Me: Don’t worry, we can think of something.

    Abhishek: No, man, she is saying she’s going to apply for divorce due to my condition. If she files for divorce, then everyone will come to know my condition, and I will definitely kill myself.

    I consoled him, and I promised him I would handle it. We booked a cab as we both were drunk. We first went to Abhishek’s house. He can’t walk straight. I rang the calling bell, and Janvi opened the door. Janvi is Abhishek’s wife, age 21. Like my wife, she looked very sexy in her nighty.

    I got an instant boner seeing her. I can’t imagine why my friend can’t get an erection seeing her. I just laid Abhishek on the bed and left. I came back to my home and sat on the sofa, thinking about Abhishek.

    I lit up a cigarette and started smoking. Shruthi came asking, “Do you need anything to eat?”

    Me: No, I am full.

    Seeing my face, she understood something was bothering me.

    Shruthi: What is it? What are you thinking?

    I didn’t know whether to share or not. After thinking, I told her everything. I want her opinion from a female perspective. She took the cigarette from my hand and took a puff.

    Shruthi: So sad to hear it. He must be devastated. He can’t get an erection in front of a woman. He must have felt ashamed.

    Me: Yes, he was crying the whole time.

    Shruthi: If anything is needed, ask me. I will help in whatever way possible.

    Me: The thing is, his wife is very hot. Anyone would get a boner just seeing her.

    Shruthi: Did you get a boner when you dropped your friend?

    I smiled at her. Shruthi came to the floor on her knees, opened my pants, and my dick came out like a spring, standing erect.

    Shruthi: So this is due to her, huh?

    Me: Yes.

    Shruthi: Would you fuck her?

    Me: Of course I will.

    Shruthi: You have no shame. it’s your friend’s wife.

    Me: I am just kidding, Shruthi.

    Shruthi: I know. Let me bring down this boner.

    Shruthi started sucking my dick. I was in a trance, smoking cigarettes. I was getting a hell of a blowjob from my wife. This is life. After fifteen minutes, she stripped all her clothes, got on top of me, and started fucking me on the sofa. She stuffed her boobs in my mouth.

    Shruthi: Suck it, suck it, baby.

    I sucked her tits and grabbed her ass, lifting her up and down. Shruthi was moaning due to pleasure.

    Shruthi: Fuck me, fuck me, ah slap my ass,

    I started slapping her ass. Shruthi always moans a lot. It will make you want to fuck her even more. We fucked for at least 30 minutes.

    Me: I’m going to cum, Shruthi.

    She immediately got up and kneeled on the floor. She was stroking my dick as fast as she could. I came all over her face. Then, we both shared one more cigarette and slept.

    The next day I came to the company and looked for Abishek. There he was. I immediately went to him.

    Abhishek: Please don’t tell my problem to anyone.

    Me: Don’t worry. I will figure out the problem and help you.

    Abhishek: Thanks, dude.

    Me: Tomorrow Sunday, come to my flat. We will discuss it there.

    Abhishek: What about your wife?

    Me: I told her everything.

    Abhishek: What, why did you tell her?

    Me: Don’t worry, man. she will not say this to anyone.

    As planned, he came to my flat, which is a 3-bedroom flat. Abishek greeted Shruthi, and we both went to my office room.

    Me: I have so many questions to ask.

    Abhishek: Ask me anything.

    Me: You never got an erection before.

    Abhishek: No, man, I never had this issue before. whenever I watch a porn video, I get an instant boner.

    Me: Did you consult a doctor?

    Abhishek: I did everything, even pills, but no use.

    Me: Did you try watching porn before going to your wife?

    Abhishek: Yes, many times, but when I came close to my wife, the erection went away.

    Me: Did you ask your wife for a blowjob?

    Abhishek: She sucked my dick for at least an hour but no use at all.

    Hearing his answer, something struck in my mind. I think his problem may be that he is not attracted to Janvi, his wife. Maybe if he tried to fuck another woman, he may get an erection. But how can I confirm this? There is only one way. I need Shruthi’s help.

    Me: Wait here. I will come back in a minute.

    Saying that, I immediately went to Shruthi.

    Me: Shruthi, I need your help.

    Shruthi: What help? I will do anything.

    Me: Can you fuck Abhishek?

    Shruthi: What are you saying, Jack? What will your friend think of me? I am not a bitch.

    Me: Come on, honey, try. I want to confirm something. Please do it for me. You said you would do anything right, then fuck him.

    Shruthi thought for a while.

    Shruthi: Thinking about it is making me kinky. Are you going to watch me?

    Me: Yes, I will be there.

    Shruthi: Ok, then, did you ask Abhishek?

    Me: No, I wanted your consent first.

    Shruthi: Ok, go and ask him.

    I told Abhishek about my idea of him fucking my wife. He didn’t accept it at first, but I convinced him, “I don’t want to know why you have problems. This is the only way to find it out.”

    After some time, Shruthi came to the room with a bottle of whiskey and three glasses, poured in each of them. We said cheers to each other and drank whiskey. After 2 rounds, I asked Shruthi to strip.

    Shruthi was wearing a silk nighty. She slowly opened her nighty zip and slipped it from her shoulders, and it fell, revealing her sexy body to me and my friend.  She had a lacy bra and pants. Her nipples are seen through the bra.

    Me: Dude, feel anything down there?

    Abhishek: No, nothing, dude.

    Me: Come on, dude, nothing at all.

    Abhishek became silent. He was not attracted to my wife either.

    Me: It’s okay, dude. It’s just a test. Next test.

    Me: Shruthi, take his dick out and stroke it.

    Shruthi came near Abishek, opened his pants, and lowered his pants along with his underwear. He was telling the truth. His dick was still limp, even after seeing my hot wife.

    I am having a hard time controlling my dick. It was standing up straight. Shruthi started stroking Abhishek’s dick. Even after stroking for 10 minutes, his dick didn’t budge.

    Me: Shruthi, suck his dick.

    As an obedient wife, she took his limp dick. Her mouth started licking and sucking, but even after that, there was no use at all. I poured another round for us and asked when you had an erection last time.

    Abhishek: 3 days back, while watching porn.

    “What?”Shruthi and I said that at the same time. That’s when it struck.

    Me: How often do you watch porn?

    Abhishek: Don’t mistake me. I used to watch porn daily before marriage, but nowadays, not regularly.

    I got an idea. I said to him, Take your phone and watch porn. He did it just as I said. While he was watching porn on his mobile, I told Shruthi to suck his dick.  Shruthi took Abhishek’s dick in her mouth and started sucking again. This time his dick was growing inside her.

    Shruthi: Now it got up, bro.

    Me: Now I know the problem.

    Shruthi and Abhishek asked what it was simultaneously.

    “Abhishek is addicted to porn. He has no problem while watching porn, but when it comes to real sex, his dick is going down.”

    To test that, I told him to stop watching the porn. Shruthi was still sucking his dick, but within a few minutes, it got limp again.

    With that, I confirm my theory about his porn addiction.

    Abhishek: What should I do then?

    I thought for a while.

    Me: I have one more theory I want to confirm.

    Abhishek: What is it?

    Me: Shruthi, come and suck my dick.

    Shruthi came to me and lowered my shorts. I didn’t wear anything under the shorts. My dick came out erect. Abhishek was amazed to see my dick. Shruthi took my dick in mouth, slurping it like a kulfi, seeing my wife sucking my dick. Abhishek got his erection back.

    I told Shruthi to stroke his dick with her hands. She grabbed his dick and started stroking while sucking my dick. This time his dick didn’t go down.  After a few minutes, I told everyone, “Come on, guys, let’s go to the bedroom.”

    We all went to our bedroom and told Shruthi to lie on the bed. I removed her panty and pushed my dick deep inside her. She was soaking wet already. Abhishek was watching so closely. His dick was erect and didn’t go down.

    Me: Come on, dude, why are you waiting? My wife is all yours. Do as you please.

    I was fucking her pussy. Abhishek came to the top and kissed my wife on the lips. Shruthi grabbed his dick. I pushed my dick as deep as I could. Abhishek went from her lip to her boobs. He opened her bra and started sucking them. But immediately after a few minutes, Abhishek cum on my wife’s hands.

    He lay on the bed watching me fucking my wife. After 10 minutes, I rolled Shruthi, made her stand on all fours, and started fucking her from behind. Shruthi took Abhishek’s limp dick again in her mouth, but this time it started to grow. He grabbed her head and pushed his deep inside her mouth.

    Shruthi: Oh my god, ahhh. I am so lucky today. I have two cocks to play today.

    Hearing those words, I started ramming her as fast as I could. After another 15 minutes of fucking in doggy style.

    Me: Come on, dude, switch places with me.

    I took a condom from the drawer and gave it to Shruthi. She put it on Abhishek’s dick. I don’t want his cum inside my wife. Then he came behind her and started fucking her doggy style, While I was pushing my dick inside her mouth.

    To my surprise, he cum immediately after two minutes. I fucked Shruthi for almost 30 minutes. I didn’t cum till now. After cumming again, Abhishek was washed out and fell on the bed.

    Shruthi stopped sucking my dick. Jack fuck me. I lifted Shruthi in my hands and started fucking her in the air. Abhishek was watching us go. I fucked her for another 15 minutes.

    Shruthi: I feel so hot, fuck me like a bitch while your friend watches.

    I felt like cumming. I immediately placed her down on the floor, cum all over face and boobs.

    Abhishek: Wow, dude, you can hold for a long time.

    Shruthi: Yeah, we both fuck a lot, but today was different. I don’t know how many times I have reached orgasm.

    We all lit a cigarette and drank some more whisky. As we were drinking, I concluded.

    Me: Abhishek, I know what you need.

    Abhishek: What is it?

    He was so curious to know.

    Me: The only way for you to fuck your wife is by watching someone fucking because of your porn addiction.

    Abhishek: But it’s an impossible thing. How can I say that I only get hard when watching others fuck?

    Me: Don’t worry, I will think of something and make it work.

    Shruthi started cuddling me in the side and started stroking my dick. It got hard again. She got on top of me in cowgirl position, and seeing her move made Abhishek hard again.

    Abhishek: I can’t believe It is hard again.

    Me: Then why are you standing there? Come fuck my wife’s mouth.

    Shruthi: Come on, bro, I am waiting.

    He immediately shoved his dick inside Shruthi’s mouth and started moving his hip, fucking her mouth, but within 10 minutes he came inside her mouth. Shruthi took the water bottle from the side stand and drank it with his cum.

    Shruthi: Your cum is sweet, bro, ahhh.

    She started to move faster on my dick, up, down, up, down. Abhishek sat on the chair and watched the live show.

    Shruthi: Jack, Oh my god, Jack, I am going to reach orgasm. Oh my god!

    Shruthi reached an orgasm and fell over my body. I rolled and came on top of her and started fucking her in a missionary position. She started to moan again, gripping her legs around her waist.

    Shruthi: Ah, oh my god.

    After 30 minutes, I felt like cumming. I removed my dick from her pussy and pushed it inside her mouth, discharging a whole lot of cum inside her mouth.

    After some time, Abhishek left for home. Shruthi asked me what’s your plan.

    Me: I don’t know yet. I will think of something.

    The thing is, I already have an idea it is to fuck Abhishek’s wife with his consent. Here, I stop the story. I will post the next part only if this story gets many comments.

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