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Greetings, everyone, bitches and horny dogs! I hope you’re all doing well. In the previous part, you learned about how my journey of love began with Ammu, my dream girl. For those who have been following along from the start, I appreciate it and hope you’re enjoying the story.

Now, let’s pick up where we left off last time. The air in the Honeymoon Cottage was thick with anticipation. Every corner of the room was an altar to the pleasures we were about to explore. Still, there was more to explore.
I felt pity for her.

I looked at her lying before me. Her wrists were bound to the headboard by handcuffs. I again put the blindfold over her eyes and a bigger dildo in her mouth so that she could not request. Her body trembled with excitement. The blindfold rendered her vulnerable and nervous.

She might be thinking it would be better not to request anything. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I leaned in close, my lips hovering just above her ear. “Tonight, Ammu, you’re mine, and it is just the beginning of a long night. Better you don’t speak. Only enjoy,” I whispered, my voice low and rough with desire.

She shivered at the sound. Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, a soft, breathy moan escaped her throat. I felt a surge of power as I had reduced her to a quivering, eager vessel ready to be filled with pleasure. My hand trailed down her body.

I reached the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Ammu’s breath hitched. My fingers traced circles on her pussy, teasing her. Building the anticipation until I could feel her muscles tense. Slowly, I inserted my finger inside her pussy. I was feeling the heat radiating from her pussy lips.

I edged closer to the place where she wanted me most, and with my thumb, I pressed her clitoris. “Do you want me to touch you?” I asked, my voice a teasing murmur. She nodded, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. She was moving her hip, pressing over my finger.

I know she was excited more than enough and may squirt soon. But I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet. I withdraw my finger out to make her beg, to turn her into a creature of pure need. I took one erect nipple between my teeth and flicked my tongue over it.

It made her arch off the bed. She cried out, but only a muffled voice escaped her mouth. The handcuffs rattled softly. I sucked her breast with a mix of tenderness and brutality. Alternating between gentle licks and harsh bites that left her gasping. Leaving a red bite mark over the previous bite mark.
“Pee….le…ase…..” she whispered, the word barely audible due to the dildo in her mouth. But it was enough to drive me on. Enough to make me want to take her to the edge and beyond. I again slid my hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready.

Her hips bucked as my fingers brushed against her clitoral area. I smiled against her skin. I gave her a few teasing strokes, just enough to make her squirm in uncontrolled pleasure. I was denying her the release she was so desperate for. The sound of her frustrated whimper sent a thrill through me.

I knew it was time to take this to a further, more intensive level. Reaching over to the tray beside the bed, I selected a larger, thicker anal plug. Its size promised an even more intense experience. I shifted her position. Lifting her ass slightly off the bed to remove the medium-sized plug from her asshole.

She stiffened, her breath catching. She thought I was about to free her from the pain of an anal plug. But blindfolded, she could only feel the absence of the previous plug. Unaware of the bigger, thicker one I was about to introduce.
I could feel her body relaxing beneath me.

As she breathed deeply, her body began to relax. Her anal muscles expanded and contracted. My thumb brushed over her entrance, sensing the moment her body was ready. With slow motion, I pressed the new, larger plug against her. The cool, hard surface teased her sensitive skin.

Her breath hitched as she felt the size of the new plug. The realization of its girth sent a shiver through her body. I took my time, gently easing the plug into her, allowing her body to adjust to the new sensation. I worked the plug in inch by inch, letting her feel every stretch.

Every inch filled her more than she had anticipated. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. I could feel her trembling beneath me. Her breaths came in short, uneven gasps. She experienced the gradual, tantalizing stretch. As the plug finally slipped fully into place, her body clenched around it.

Her entire body trembled as she gripped the bed sheets. Her fingers dug into the fabric. Tears start rolling from her eyes. The tightness, the fullness—it was almost too much. Yet she craved more. Her muffled cries echoed through the room, mixing with the heady scent of arousal.

I could see her body twist in ecstasy, driving her to the edge. She arched her back, and her breath came in ragged gasps. It spoke of the extreme pain and pleasure coursing through her. Each subtle movement of the plug sent shockwaves of sensation, heightening the intensity of every moment.

In the dim, intimate light, she was lost in the sensation. The erotic pleasure consumed her body and mind we were engaged in. I didn’t give her time to recover. As soon as the plug was in place, I lowered my head between her legs. My tongue flicked out to taste the sweet, salty tang of her arousal.

Ammu’s reaction was immediate. Her body jerked violently, her moans turning into high-pitched cries. I licked and sucked at her most sensitive spot. Her thighs quivered on either side of my head. I could feel the tension coiling in her, tighter and tighter, until it was almost unbearable.

Her teary eyes and muffled voice were desperate now. Each breathless plea drove me to push her further. I took a medium-sized dildo and slid it into her. The thrusts match the rhythm of my tongue licking and teasing her clitoris. Driving her pleasure and arousal higher.

Her cries turned into sobs of joy. Her body trembling as she neared the orgasm. I could feel her pussy tightening around the dildo. Her muscles tensed as she climbed toward the release of her nectar. “Come for me, Ammu,” I whispered, my voice a dark, seductive command. And with that, she shattered.

She screamed while still blindfolded, dildo in her mouth and pussy. The orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing as she squirted. Her release soaked the sheets beneath us. But I didn’t stop. I continued to play with her, prolonging her pleasure.

When she finally came down, her body was limp. I felt pity for her, seeing tears flowing through her blindfold. I removed the blindfold, unlocked the handcuffs, and removed the dildo from her mouth. She let out a loud moan and tried to breathe hard when I opened my pants and underwear in one go.

My hard dick saluted her. Ammu barely had time to catch her breath. I guided her down the floor, positioning her so that her mouth was level with my throbbing erection. I could see the lust and exhaustion warring in her eyes. She took me into her mouth.

Her lips closed around me in a tight, wet heat that made my head spin. She was sucking slowly and swirling her tongue around my dick. She is becoming a professional-level expert. She took my dick out and spit over the head, and started licking the dick head. It was leaking precum.

She moved her tongue in every possible way she could. I was burning with pleasure. Then she shifted to my balls and started chewing them with her lips. She put one ball in her mouth and tried to suck the ball. Her mouth grip became tighter around my ball.

She played with my dick head with her finger and started stroking my shaft with her hand. Still sucking my ball, it swelled up inside her mouth. Her hair cascaded over her face as she focused on me with a sultry intensity. Her lips wrapped around one of my balls.

The sensation was electrifying. Each gentle suck sent waves of pleasure through my body. She moved with precision, releasing the first ball before her hand wrapped around my shaft. Her fingers stroked me with a firm grip, pushing my foreskin back over my shaft.

With her other hand free, she held my other ball and let her tongue dart out to lick the other ball. Her touch was so delicate yet so powerful. I could feel the pulse of pleasure with every flick of her tongue. The rhythm she created between stroking and licking brought me to a state of ecstasy.

It was a moment of perfect harmony, a joyful desire that left me breathless. Her sultry style was intoxicating. She sucked and licked with such devotion and skill. But as she paused to push her hair back, her hand momentarily leaving my shaft, something inside me snapped.

The sight of her, so focused and determined, ignited a deep need in me to take control. I reached my hand down and firmly grasped her head, guiding her mouth back to my dick. She looked up at me with a mix of submission and desire. I knew she was ready to give me everything.

Her lips parted as she took half of my shaft into her mouth. With a subtle nudge, she began to move. Her mouth slid up and down my length with increasing intensity. “Good girl,” I groaned, the words slipping out. My hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with a mixture of control and tenderness.

Ammu moaned softly, the vibrations of her voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her eyes remained locked on mine as she deep-throated me. Her gaze watering slightly as she took me deeper and deeper. Tears rolled from her eyes down to her cheek.

I put my dick inside her throat for some time. She gasped for air, and precum mixed with her gas juice was flowing through the side of her mouth. She tried to pull her head back and take some air. The sight of her—completely surrendered, completely devoted to my pleasure—was almost too much.

I loosen her hair, and she pulls her mouth back and gasps some air. Then again, I push my dick inside her, pushing hard and deep with each stroke. Her dedication and willingness to give herself to me fully brought me to the brink of release. I could feel the tension building up in my ball.

The need to finish overwhelmed me. But I held back, pulling my dick out of her mouth just before I reached the edge. I wanted this to last—to feel every moment of her touch. She looked up at me, her lips swollen due to the continuous dildo inside her mouth for a long time and my vigorous mouth fuck.

Her eyes were glazed, reflecting a blend of lust and exhaustion that made her look even more beautiful. As she gazed up at me with such devotion, I knew that this was more than just pleasure. It was a deep, sensual connection that brought us closer with every touch and every breath.

The night was still young, and the intensity of our passion promised more to come. I gently pushed her onto her back, her body yielding to my touch. I positioned myself above her. My cock nestled between her soft, warm breasts. Without a word, her hands moved to press her boobs together around my dick.

As I began to thrust, the titfuck sent sparks of pleasure through my body. The sensation of her skin against me was too much to bear. I reached down to pinch her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. My other hand roamed to her lips. I traced the outline of her mouth.

She responded eagerly, sucking gently on my fingers. The warmth of her breasts and the way they surrounded my shaft were intoxicating. Each thrust of the titfuck sent waves of pleasure through us both. “You’re such a good girl,” I murmured, my voice thickening with desire and affection.

Ammu whimpered beneath me. Her body arched off the bed as I increased the pace, moving faster and harder. She pressed her breasts together even tighter, amplifying the sensation. Her eyes locked onto mine with a pure, unfiltered need. I could see the desperation in her gaze, her craving for my release.

How deeply she wanted to feel the culmination of our passion. As I neared the orgasm, I slipped my fingers from her mouth. I let both hands caress her breasts, squeezing them around my shaft. With one final, powerful thrust, I let go, the orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that left me breathless.

I watched as my release spilt onto her. Painting her face with my cum, the thick, warm liquid dripping down her lips, cheeks, chin, and neck. It was a sight of pure erotic beauty. The evidence of our connection was displayed so vividly on her skin.

Spent and overwhelmed, I collapsed beside her. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Ammu, her eyes still heavy with desire, licked her lips, liking the taste of my juice. She slid her hand down to her chin. Collecting the remaining cum on her fingers before bringing them to her mouth.

I realized how much she had become like my sister Juhi, a true lover of men’s juice. She licked every drop of cum. The way she enjoyed every drop of juice, was evidence of a connection between us.  But I wasn’t done. I massaged the cum into her skin, smearing it over her breasts and her nipples.

Ammu’s breath hitched as I teased her sensitive flesh over her boobs. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of her earlier orgasm. She was still needy, still desperate. I could see the hunger in her eyes. I leaned down to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips.

I was hard despite cumming so hard. I teased her for a while, letting my fingers drift lower. Brushing against her pussy just enough to make her moan but not enough to satisfy her. I wanted her to beg, pleading for more. I gently guided her to position herself on all fours.

My voice was soft as I told her I was going to remove the anal plug. She happily complied. Her body arched gracefully into the doggy position, a beautiful display of trust and openness. I saw her ass with an anal plug there. I took my time, my hands tenderly caressing her curves.

I played with the plug, tugging on it gently and twisting it slightly, just enough to make her squirm and whimper. With each subtle movement, I watched her reactions closely. Her body responded to my touch. I teased her, pretending to remove the plug.

I pulled the plug out and then pushed it back in, deeper this time. The sensation was intoxicating. I continued to play. An idea came to mind—not to dominate or overpower, but to share an intense, passionate connection with her. I finally decided to remove the plug.

I did so with care, watching her breathe deeply as I slowly withdrew it. Her ass hole was wide open due to the plug placed there for a long time. With each breath, it was expanding. I got excited by the open hole. I positioned myself behind her, guiding my cock to her entrance with a tender, deliberate touch.

The sound that escaped her lips. I filled her was a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her body responded to the new sensation with a deep, primal need. She cried out softly in pain as I entered her. Her body tightened around me.

But it wasn’t just about the physical sensation. It was about the love and trust we shared. The way her body and soul opened up to me completely. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her fingers gripping the fabric. I began to move, not with force but with a rhythm that matched the beat of our hearts.

Each thrust was full of passion, sending waves of pleasure through us both—a beautiful, shared experience. I reached forward, my fingers gently tangling in her hair, pulling her back slightly. I could see her face. Her expression was one of pure ecstasy.

Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes fluttering closed, and tears rolling down her cheeks with each surge of pleasure. “Tell me how much you want this,” I whispered, my voice filled with affection and desire. Not a command but an invitation for her to express the depth of her feelings.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I need us to be one.”

“Beg for it,” I growled, my hand tightening in her hair. “Beg for me to fuck you harder.”

“Please,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with need. “Please, fuck me harder; I need it. I need you.”

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Hey everyone, it’s Mayur here again with my Mom, Minu! You all know how my Mom is.

Let me introduce myself. I’m Mayur, originally from Telangana with Gujarati roots. I live with my family in Telangana, where my father runs his bakery business. We have a workshop back at our house and a bakery at a different place.

But today, let’s shift the spotlight from my Dad to my Mom, Minal—also known as Minu. A 47-year-old woman with a dusky brown complexion. Once quite orthodox, she’s embraced modernity with openness.

At home, she prefers tight kurtas with pyjamas or traditional Gujarati sarees.  Always draped in a way that accentuates her curves. Her measurements are 36C-32-34. Boasting ample breasts and a waist with a little chubby on her tummy. Despite her age, she looks hot.

A few years ago, the aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with anticipation. Dad was away at a bakery exhibition in Bangalore. Mom took charge, swapping her usual cotton kurtis and sarees for form-fitting kurtas that accentuated her curves. Chef Raj, or Ustad as we called him, was in the workshop with her.

Ustad, with his salt-and-pepper beard, treated Mom with a playful respect. It hinted at something deeper. This week, his flirtations were bolder, and the tension between them felt almost palpable. As the dough rose, so did their unspoken connection.

The day began with the sweet scent of baking bread. But there was an underlying sensuality in the air. Mom and Ustad leaned over the counter, finalizing the menu. Flour dusted Ustad’s beard as he gestured toward an array of pastries. His voice was warm and inviting.

“Those almond croissants, Minu,” Ustad rumbled, eyes twinkling. “They’re looking beautiful today. Like you.”

Mom smiled. “Maybe save the compliments for the customers.”

“Customers get the ordinary pastries,” Ustad teased. “You deserve something special.”

Heat flushed Mom’s cheeks, but not just from the ovens. She met Ustad’s gaze, a flicker of amusement in her voice. “Focus on the baking, Ustad. We wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone.”

Ustad’s chuckle was deep, sending a shiver through the warm air between them. “Disappoint? Not a chance. I have a feeling this week will be far from ordinary.”

Mom straightened her kurta, the fabric hugging her curves. She gave Ustad a smile that hinted at more than just pastries. As she walked out to the storefront, she left a flustered Ustad in her wake. The day had only just begun, but the bakery was already simmering with a different kind of heat.

The next day, a massive pastry order disrupted their routine. Ustad, always calm in the kitchen, whistled at the towering stack of order forms, momentarily thrown off by the delicious challenge ahead.

“Looks like we’ll need all hands on deck, Minu,” he said, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Mom, previously lounging in a comfortable cotton kurta, disappeared for a moment. When she reappeared, Ustad gasped. Gone was her familiar wear. Instead, she wore a sleeveless kurta with a deep V-neckline that showcased the elegant curve of her neck and shoulders.

Also, drawing attention to the alluring swell of her breasts. Jewellery had been discarded, leaving her skin bare and free for work. The back dipped tantalizingly low, revealing a glimpse of smooth, sun-kissed skin, glistening lightly with sweat.

The fabric clung just enough to outline her bra while flowing loosely around her hips, hinting at the curves beneath. Her clean, glistening armpits added to her natural allure, practical for tasks like stirring eggs.

Ustad felt a familiar heat rise in his chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the ovens cranking out flaky pastries. “M-Minu,” he stammered, momentarily forgetting the mountain of work before them. “You look…” Ustad went blank.

Thinking to himself: “Wow! She looks so good and sexy, every curve perfectly accentuated by that dress. I wish I were that fabric, wrapping around her so intimately, feeling her warmth and soft boobs against me. And that cloth falling on that big ass makes me want to squeeze it hard like lemon.”

Mom’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Ready to work, Ustad? We have a bakery to run.”

A beat of surprised silence stretched between them, broken only by the rhythmic whir of the mixer. It was a silent agreement, a promise made without words. This baking session wouldn’t be just about pastries. It would be a dance of unspoken desire fueled by the heat of the ovens.

The bakery was a furnace, the temperature rising to unbearable levels by mid-morning. Mom wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her kurta clinging like a second skin. The soaked fabric outlined her black bra, making her curves visible. She felt Ustad’s gaze on her, a mix of concern and something deeper.

“Minu,” Ustad said, his voice roughened by the heat, “this is unbearable. You should take off your kurta for comfort.”

Minu’s eyes widened. “But Ustad, what if someone comes in?”

“It’s just us here,” he reassured her, shaking his head. “The front door is locked, and the ovens are too loud for anyone to hear. Besides, it’s practical.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular torso glistening with sweat. Now, only in his pants, his bare chest was rising and falling with each breath.

Mom couldn’t help but ogle Ustad. Her eyes traced over his strong arms, busy making cream, while his glistening chest highlighted the definition of his muscles. Thoughts she hadn’t dared to entertain raced through her mind. She hesitated, fingers playing with the hem of her kurta.

Undressing in front of Ustad made her pulse race, but the oppressive heat was unbearable. Glancing around the empty workshop, the only sound was the hum of the ovens.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the kurta over her head and tossed it aside. The cool air hit her skin, and she sighed in relief, standing in just her black bra and panties. Ustad’s gaze was intense yet soft, reassuring her. Her smooth skin gleamed in the dim light, her clean armpits and arms enhancing her allure.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracing her curves.

Mom felt a blush rise to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and thrill. “Thank you,” she whispered, unable to hold his gaze. “But we should get back to work. There’s still so much to do.”

Ustad nodded, though his gaze lingered a moment longer. “Of course. Let’s finish this order, and then we can take a proper break.”

As they resumed work, the heat intensified their unspoken connection. Every brush of their hands and shared glance crackled with electricity. Mom’s heart pounded, not just from the heat but from the awareness of Ustad’s presence, his bare skin glistening as he moved around the workshop.

Despite the oppressive warmth, the day flew by with activity and shared moments. The pastries emerged perfectly, and they completed the monstrous order with time to spare. As the final batch cooled on the racks, Ustad turned to Mom, a smile playing on his lips.

“See? We make a great team,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Mom smiled back, feeling the warmth. “Yes, we do.”

The bakery was quieter now, the sounds of bustling ovens fading into the background as Ustad and Mom stood amid their finished work. The lingering heat added a shimmering quality to the space.

Shirtless and focused, Ustad paused his whipping and held up a spoon of freshly whipped cream, a playful glint in his eyes. “Taste test, my lady?”

Minu hesitated, her heart pounding. “Ustad, we should focus on cleaning up,” she replied, her voice wavering.

“Just a little taste,” Ustad coaxed, his disarming smile inviting her. “Come on, Minu. One taste won’t hurt.”

As she leaned in, her cleavage subtly exposed, Ustad’s gaze flickered to the view before returning to her face.

Minu took a spoonful of the cream, its cool sweetness a welcome contrast to the kitchen’s heat. As she savoured the taste, some cream clung to the corner of her lips.

Ustad’s eyes followed the trail of cream, lingering on her lips with a seductive sparkle. With a slow, deliberate movement, he wiped away the excess with his finger, bringing it to his lips to taste, his gaze never leaving Mom.

“Delicious,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Almost as sweet as you.”

“Ustad, we really should—” Mom began, but her words faltered as he stepped closer.

“Is it the cream or you that’s so sweet? I need to check,” he murmured, desire thick in his voice. His eyes held a promise, a challenge.

Minu’s breath quickened, and her senses heightened. She felt the warmth radiating from Ustad, the intoxicating mix of flour, vanilla, and his masculine cologne.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said softly, her voice trembling.

Ustad’s hand traced the outline of her lips. “Minu, sometimes the best ideas come from the heart, not the head,” he said, his voice soothing and persuasive. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her.

Their eyes locked into a silent battle of wills, surrendering to the inevitable. Ustad leaned in, his breath mingling with hers. The world held its breath as their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss—a gentle touch promising more.

“You taste of vanilla and something else,” he murmured against her lips.

Minu’s resistance wavered. “Flour, maybe?” she replied playfully, trying to regain control.

Their kiss deepened, an exploration of taste and touch, the world outside the kitchen fading away.

Ustad pulled her closer, their bodies melding. Mom felt the intoxicating heat radiating from him.

“You’re even sweeter than your pastries, Minu,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

A shiver ran down Minu’s spine. “You’re a terrible influence, Ustad,” she whispered, still trying to resist.

Ustad’s hands traced the curve of her back, sending shivers through her. She ran her fingers through his hair, the rough texture igniting pleasure.

“Terrible? Maybe. But doesn’t it feel wonderful?” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

Their kiss deepened a molten embrace that consumed them both. Ustad’s once-gentle hands grew bolder, exploring the contours of Mom’s body. Her breath quickened as his touch ignited a wildfire within her, the world outside the bakery fading into a distant hum.

Minu’s fingers tangled in Ustad’s hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together in a silent conversation of desire. A low growl escaped Ustad as his hands found her breasts, gently cupping them through the thin fabric of her bra. The heat of his palms sent shivers down her spine.

His touch was a caress, a promise of more. Mom arched into him, her nipples hardening against the fabric. A moan escaped her lips as Ustad’s fingers grazed her sensitive peaks. His other hand moved lower, brushing against the waistband of her pants, sending a surge of heat coursing through her.

Ustad stepped closer, his hands removing Mom’s apron. She shivered as the cool air hit her exposed skin. His lips found her neck, planting soft, teasing kisses that sent jolts of pleasure through her. He nibbled her earlobe, his breath warm and tempting.

“Minu, let yourself feel it,” Ustad whispered, his voice a blend of persuasion and desire. His hands roamed over her breasts, caressing and squeezing gently, making her gasp.

A flood of emotions surged through Minu—resistance, desire, and an overwhelming sense of being alive. “Ustad, someone might come in,” she said, her voice weak with concern and excitement.

Ustad’s lips trailed down her collarbone, his hands moving lower to her waist and then to her ass, squeezing firmly. “The door is locked. It’s just us,” he reassured her, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her pants.

Minu gasped as his hand brushed over her most intimate area, his touch gentle yet insistent. “Ustad, this is… it’s too much,” she whispered, her body betraying her as she leaned into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, slowly giving in.

“Just let go, Minu,” Ustad murmured, tracing delicate patterns over her skin. “Trust me. You’ll love this! Make yourself comfortable.”

He kissed her neck and lips, lightly biting her earlobes, sending shivers down her spine. His hands explored her body, caressing her breasts and ass, teasing her pussy, making her moan softly.

Mom’s resistance melted under his touch, the heat and desire too powerful to ignore. She felt herself giving in, her body eagerly responding to him. Ustad’s persistence, flirty lines, and gentle force made her fall for him completely.

As the world outside the bakery faded away, they became lost in each other, a whirlwind of passion and desire. Their bodies moved in a dance of intimacy, the ovens’ heat nothing compared to the fire between them.

Ustad’s hands explored Mom as he hugged her from behind, his body pressed against hers. With a practised touch, he unfastened her bra, letting the delicate fabric slip from her shoulders and pool around her waist, exposing her breasts.

His breath was hot on her neck as he kissed her skin, trailing down to her shoulders. Mom arched her back, shivers running through her as his hands glided over her bare breasts. He cupped them tenderly, his thumbs brushing her nipples, drawing a soft moan from her.

“Minu,” Ustad murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you feel incredible.”

His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over her skin, savouring the softness. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobes, igniting a mixture of pleasure and anticipation within her. His hands roamed lower, exploring the curve of her waist and the softness of her ass, both gentle and possessive.

Mom’s breath grew ragged, her body responding eagerly to his caresses. Leaning back against him, she gripped his arms lightly. “Ustad,” she breathed, desire and surprise in her voice, “this feels… so good.”

Ustad smiled against her skin. “You like it?” he asked softly, his breath warm and teasing.

“Yes,” Minu admitted, her voice trembling with excitement and vulnerability. “I do.”

He continued to make her comfortable, his hands exploring her body with a mix of tenderness and passion. “I want you to feel completely at ease, Minu,” he whispered. “You deserve to enjoy every moment.”

Mom traced her fingers along Ustad’s arms, feeling his warmth. “You’re making it hard to think,” she said with a soft laugh, her voice laced with humour and arousal. “How do you always know just what to do?”

Ustad chuckled softly. “Maybe it’s intuition,” he replied, his fingers brushing over her most intimate area, making her gasp. “Or maybe I’ve been waiting for a moment like this.”

Mom’s breath hitched as Ustad’s touch became more deliberate, his fingers teasing her gently. She leaned into him, her body responding eagerly to the sensations. “It’s incredible,” she whispered, filled with awe. “I never imagined…”

“You’re beautiful,” Ustad murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “And I want you to know it.”

She arched into his touch, her hands roaming over his chest. “I feel amazing,” she said softly. “You’re making me feel so… loved. I love you!

Ustad’s hands continued their tender exploration, each touch a blend of reverence and passion. The bakery’s heat enveloped them, heightening every caress as the outside world faded away, their connection deepening with every whispered word.

With a teasing smile, Ustad lowered his gaze to Mom’s exposed breasts, his mouth warm as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. Mom gasped, gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

“Ustad,” she moaned softly, anticipation and desire lacing her voice. “That feels incredible.”

Ustad’s lips moved slowly, his tongue flicking against her nipple with practised skill. He glanced up at her, his eyes filled with passion. “You taste so sweet, Minu,” he murmured, voice husky.

Mom let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in Ustad’s hair as she gently guided him closer. “Ustad, don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need and pleasure. “It feels so good.”

Ustad responded with a low hum against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her. “I won’t stop, Minu,” he promised, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear more of those sweet sounds from you.”

Pausing briefly, his lips brushed against her skin. “I want to ensure you feel every bit of pleasure you deserve,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want, Minu. I’m here to make you happy.”

Mom’s eyes fluttered shut as she held him closer. “Just keep going, Ustad,” she breathed, full of longing. “I don’t want this to end.”

With a soft smile, Ustad continued, his lips and tongue lavishing her with attention. “I won’t let it end,” he whispered, his mouth warm and moist against her.

His hand caressed her breast, fingers tracing delicate patterns around her nipple, heightening the sensation. Each deliberate movement elicited profound responses from her.

Mom’s breath grew shallow, her body arching towards him as intense pleasure built within her. “Ustad,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You’re driving me wild.”

Ustad’s eyes sparkled playfully as he pulled back slightly, his lips leaving her nipple with a soft pop. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender. “I want to see you completely lost in the moment,” he said softly.

He trailed kisses down her stomach, each touch light and teasing, exploring her body with a mix of reverence and desire. As he moved lower, his fingers grazed her sides, sending tingles through her skin.

Mom leaned into his touch, gripping his shoulders. “Ustad,” she breathed, wonder and longing lacing her voice. “You’re making me feel things I didn’t know I could.”

His gaze held hers, filled with unwavering intensity. “That’s my goal,” he murmured, his lips brushing her skin. “To show you how cherished you are. I want every moment with you to be unforgettable.”

Ustad’s hands continued their journey, his touch both comforting and thrilling. The warmth between them expanded, wrapping them in intimacy. Each kiss and each caress reaffirmed how cherished she was.

Mom’s breaths came in soft gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensations. “I trust you completely,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Ustad smiled, a mix of satisfaction and affection. “It’s my pleasure, Minu. You’re worth every moment.”

As he continued, the world outside dissolved, leaving only their intense connection and shared passion.

He shifted his attention, trailing soft kisses down her body as his fingers deftly slid her panties down. Mom’s breath quickened as she felt the cool air against her exposed skin, her anticipation rising with every caress.

“Ustad, what if someone comes in?” she murmured, nervousness mingling with excitement.

Ustad’s gaze softened. “The door’s locked, Minu. It’s just us. I want this to be perfect for you.”

With tender care, Ustad lowered her panties. His gaze filled with admiration. Her most intimate area was smooth and impeccably groomed as if she had just shaved.

“Wow, Minu, you’ve shaved. You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice full of surprise and appreciation.

Mom blushed, her breaths shallow and her body trembling with anticipation. “I trust you, Ustad,” she whispered. “Please, be gentle.”

“I promise,” Ustad said, his voice soothing and warm. He pressed soft kisses along her inner thigh, moving closer with each gentle touch.

Minu’s fingers tangled in his hair, her breath catching. “Ustad,” she whispered, a mix of pleasure and awe.

His lips hovered over her skin. “I want to make this unforgettable for you,” he murmured, his voice a promise of more to come. “You deserve to be cherished beyond words.”

Ustad’s dark, intense eyes met hers. “Are you ready, Minu?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise. Mom’s heart raced as she nodded.

He lowered his head to her pussy, his gaze softening as he took her in. She was already wet, her body permitting him. He began with a slow, gentle lick, his tongue exploring her warmth.

Mom’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping. “Ustad…Ahhh.. that feels so hot,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

As Ustad’s tongue continued its rhythmic exploration, Mom’s soft moans grew louder. “Please… don’t stop,” she urged, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

Ustad responded with more confidence, his tongue matching the rhythm of her body as she moved with him. “You’re amazing,” she gasped, her voice breathy with pleasure. “The way you’re doing this… it’s incredible.”

Focused entirely on her, Ustad maintained his steady attention, his every move designed to heighten her pleasure. Mom’s breaths came in quick, shallow bursts. “This is what I’ve wanted for so long,” she murmured, her eyes closed. “Thank you for making me feel so special.”

As Ustad brought her to the peak of pleasure, Mom cummed hard, her body trembling with intensity. With a final, gentle touch, Ustad tasted the sweetness of her release, savouring the moment.

Still basking in the afterglow, Mom moved closer to him, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection. “You were incredible,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender.

Ustad smiled warmly. “It’s my pleasure to make you feel this way. You deserve to be cherished.”

Mom leaned in, pressing her lips to his after he drank her cum. “Thank you,” she murmured, her words full of emotion. “For everything.”

Ustad returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. “I’m really glad we could share this,” he said, his voice rich with emotion. “You mean so much to me.”

Just as they savoured the moment, the sudden chime of the oven timer broke the silence. The sound served as a gentle reminder of the tasks still ahead.

Mom, still glowing from their shared intimacy, chuckled softly as she glanced at the timer. “Looks like it’s time to get back to work, Ustad,” she said, her tone light and playful. “The oven won’t wait for us!”

Their playful banter had ignited a flame that was rapidly consuming them. What began as an innocent flirtation in the bustling bakery had blossomed into a passionate affair.

From stolen moments in the workshop to intimate explorations in private, Mom and Ustad’s desire for each other grew stronger with every touch, every kiss. Their journey was far from over, as the next chapter promised to be even more intense, exploring the depths of their connection and pushing the boundaries of their desires.

So, that’s the tale of Mom and Ustad’s adventure. I hope you enjoyed the journey through their story!

There are more captivating stories to come, so stay tuned. If you have any suggestions or want to share your thoughts, feel free to email me at [email protected]. I’m always eager to hear your feedback and ideas.

In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Avanti, the sun dipped low, casting a warm glow over the sprawling palace. Its sandstone walls had borne silent witness to countless battles, feasts, and whispers of intrigue. Within these storied corridors, Prince Rajaseno, a young man of 21 summers, sat before a mirror, his reflection revealing a face etched with a mix of anxiety and determination.

His broad shoulders and muscular frame were a testament to his rigorous training in combat and governance. His dark eyes, fringed with thick lashes, searched the room as if seeking an escape from the fate that lay before him.

On the other side of the palace was the queen, Saudamini, lying on her opulent bed, her 52-year-old body adorned with gold and jewels that glinted in the candlelight. Her once beautiful face, now lined with sorrow, reflected the weight of the burden she, too, had to bear.

Despite her age, she remained a striking voluptuous figure, her regal posture belying the exhaustion that lurked beneath. Her long, silver hair cascaded over the velvet pillows, a stark contrast to the crimson silks that draped her form.

Rajaseno’s thoughts were a tumultuous storm. He knew the law was archaic, a relic of a time when the purity of the royal line was paramount. Yet, the love he had for his mother was unshakeable. The idea of lying with her filled him with revulsion, but he also knew that if he didn’t, the kingdom would fall into chaos.

The whispers of the ministers grew louder in his mind, their self-serving intentions clear. If he didn’t claim the throne, they would use his reluctance as a tool to manipulate the grieving court. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the ordeal ahead.

The Royal Priest, a sage-like figure with a flowing white beard and piercing eyes, entered the chamber. His robes were as immaculate as his reputation, and he carried with him an air of solemnity that could not be ignored.

He approached the prince, his voice low and measured. “Your Highness, the time has come. The future of Avanti rests upon your shoulders. Your father, King Trivikrama, knew the strength you possess. He believed in you, even in his final moments.”

Rajaseno met the priest’s gaze, his voice tight. “But why must it be this way, Guruji? To lay with my own mother… it’s a sin that weighs heavy on my soul.”

The Royal Priest’s eyes softened with understanding. “It is an ancient law, Prince. One that ensures the line of succession remains untainted by greed and ambition. Your father knew the risks of not naming a successor. His death in battle has left us with no choice but to follow the sacred texts.”

Rajaseno’s jaw clenched. “But to ask this of me, of my mother… it’s a perversion of the very traditions we are sworn to uphold!”

The Royal Priest placed a comforting hand on the prince’s shoulder. “Son of Avanti, do not let the shackles of tradition blind you to the truth,” he began, his voice filled with the wisdom of ages. “Look to our history, to the tales of your ancestors. King Dilipa, when faced with a similar fate, took a sage’s counsel and performed the rite with his widowed mother to preserve their line. It was not for pleasure but for duty. For the greater good of the kingdom.”

Rajaseno’s gaze remained on the floor, his mind racing. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he looked up and nodded. “Very well, Guruji. I will do what must be done.”

The priest’s expression grew more serious as he outlined the sequence of the function. “First, we must proceed to the royal court where the sages will chant the sacred mantras and anoint you both with holy water. The ministers will lay down their objections and offer their support, for they too know the sanctity of the law.”

The prince nodded again, his resolve hardening. He could feel the weight of his father’s crown, not yet on his head, but pressing down on him nonetheless. “And then, my mother will be taken to the consummation chamber,” the priest continued, “while you remain outside with the 50 female servants of the ministers. They are there to ensure the purity of the rite, to bear witness to the act that will seal your fate as king.”

Rajaseno’s stomach churned at the thought, but he kept his face stoic. “And what of me, Guruji?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“When the time is right, you will enter the chamber, and the door will be sealed behind you. The witnesses will remain inside, to witness and be the perfect proof of your union.” The priest’s eyes searched the prince’s, seeking any sign of wavering. “You must not fail, Rajaseno. The fate of Avanti hangs in the balance.”

With a deep breath, the prince stood, squaring his shoulders. “I will not fail, Guruji. I will do as necessary.” The words felt like a stone lodged in his throat, but he spoke them with the conviction of a warrior facing his final battle.

The royal procession moved through the hallowed halls of the palace, the air thick with tension. The sages chanted in the royal court, their voices resonating off the high ceilings and ancient statues. The ministers, a sea of scheming faces, watched as the queen and her son approached the ornate throne. Each step felt like a march toward a fate that defied the very fabric of their relationship.

The queen paused a bit and held Rajaseno’s hand, her hand trembling in his. “Rajaseno,” she whispered, her voice a mix of sorrow and resignation. “We do this for Avanti.”

The prince nodded, his heart aching. “For Avanti,” he echoed, his voice strong despite the turmoil within.

As the sages completed their blessings, the queen, Queen Saudamini, entered the chamber. The female servants, their eyes averted, followed in a silent procession. The chamber was vast, the walls adorned with frescoes of gods and goddesses, their expressions a mix of pity and solemn acceptance. The bed, a monolith of carved mahogany, dominated the space, its velvet coverings a stark reminder of the act to come.

Rajaseno followed her, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous chamber. His blue sherwani, studded with gold embroidery, fluttered around him like the wings of a majestic bird, the gold border of his dhoti gleaming with each step. A few pearl necklaces adorned his neck, the only sign of the youthful vitality that remained in this grim situation. His broad chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he took, attempting to compose himself for the unthinkable task ahead.

The fifty female servants, each a testament to the diverse beauty of Avanti, formed a semicircle around the bed. Their skin ranged from the warm, earthy tones of sun-kissed wheat to the rich, dark hue of freshly tilled soil. Each wore a crimson blouse that accentuated their modest curves and a red ghagra that flowed around them like rivers of fire.

The transparent red chunri that draped over their heads and shoulders created an ethereal veil, their eyes the only visible part of their faces, reflecting a spectrum of emotions—pity, shock, and fear. They had been chosen by the ministers to bear witness to this sacred yet disturbing rite, a testament to their purity and loyalty.

The queen, now alone in the chamber, took her place on the bed, her movements deliberate and heavy with the gravity of the moment. Her white sari whispered against the velvet as she reclined, the gold-embroidered border a stark contrast against the dark fabric.

Her gaze remained fixed on the intricate patterns of the ceiling, refusing to meet the eyes of the silent spectators. Above the bed, a crystal chandelier cast flickering shadows, its flames dancing in a silent ballet of light and dark.

One by one, the female servants entered the chamber, their sensuous movements a silent symphony of grace. Each step was measured, hips swaying gently as they walked on the soft carpets. Some allowed their chunris to slip slightly, exposing the bare skin of their neck and the allure of their deep cleavage, while others revealed the jewel-studded navels that marked their feminine beauty.

The air grew thick with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine, their combined perfumes creating an intoxicating aura around the queen.

Rajaseno stepped into the chamber, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. He could feel the eyes of the court on him, their whispers a hiss of accusation and judgment. The female servant with the fallen chunri, her ample cleavage teasing the onlookers, walked up to the large, ornate wooden doors and, with a graceful tug, swung them shut.

The sound echoed through the chamber like the final note of a somber melody, signaling the beginning of the ritual. Two more servants rushed forward, securing the doors with heavy golden bars, effectively locking the prince. The queen was inside with their silent audience.

To be continued.

Hello guys, mera naam Pratham hai, aur main Kolhapur, Maharashtra se hu. Meri height 5 feet 7 inch hai aur weight 70 kg hai. Meri skin tone wheatish hai, aur average body hai. To seedha story pe aate hai.

Maine last year ek story post ki thi, aur uske baad inactive tha. Mujhe college se internship mili thi, to main Pune gaya tha 1 semester ke liye. Waha jaane ke baad main sexually inactive tha. Pune jaane ke baad company ne mujhe rehne ke liye 1 flat allot kiya. Main waha gaya, to pata chala ki wo flat sharing mein tha.

2 rooms ka flat tha aur waha pe Varun (age 22) aur Om (age 21) ye dono pehle se hi rehte the. Wo dono bhi waha internship ke liye aaye the. Main thode hi time mein dono ke sath comfortable ho gaya aur eventually hamari achi dosti bhi ho gayi.

Aise hi 4-5 months beet gaye. Sab normal tha. Fir hame 1 week ki chutti thi. Varun aur Om chutti mein ghar jaane waale the, par mujhe fever aaya tha to socha ki flat pe hi rest kar lu. Varun aur Om baahar gaye the. Wo agle din gaon jaane waale the, to taiyaari karne mein lage the.

Beech mein hi mujhe chul mach gayi aur maine grindr install kar diya. Usme thodi hi der mein ek message aaya. Hamne baatein ki, aur likes exchange kiye ek-doosre ke. Fir usne meri pics mangi. Mere pics dene ke baad usne khud ki nahi di, aur kaha ki network issue hai, baad mein send karta hu. Maine itna socha nahi aur theek hai bola.

Thodi der baad Om aur Varun wapas aa gaye. Fir Om mere paas aaya, aur fever hai ya nahi check karne ke liye mere sar aur neck pe hath laga ke check kar raha tha. Wo mujhe awkward nahi laga, kyunki ye normal tha, aur hum log ache dost bhi ban chuke the ab.

Mujhe abhi bhi halka fever tha to Varun ne kaha: Thande paani ke kapde se body ponch le, fever kam hoga.

Om ne mujhe kaha: Shirt nikaal, main teri body thande paani ke kapde se ponch leta hu.

Maine kaha: Nahi yaar, dawayi li hai maine, kam ho jayega apne aap.

To Varun ne kaha: Sharma raha hai kya hamse?

Tab tak Om ne kaha: Sharmayega kyun? Abhi to Grindr pe besharmo ki tarah baat kar raha tha.

Ye sun ke main shocked reh gaya.

Main innocent banne ki acting karke poocha: Grindr kya hai?

To Varun ne kaha: Beta naatak mat kar, tu abhi grindr pe mere se hi baat kar raha tha thodi der pehle.

Maine socha ki ye mujhse kya ho gaya. Wo baahar gaye the isliye distance bhi door dikha raha tha, to samajh nahi aaya.

Om ne kaha: Pakad liya hamne tujhe.

Maine kaha: Yaar please batana mat kisi ko.

To unhone kaha ki wo nahi batayenge aur aisa hota hai ye normal hai.

Om ne Varun se kaha: Chalo ab hame chupke-chupke karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Isko bhi le lenge.

Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya. Fir pata chala ki jab main flat se baahar jata tha, tab ye dono ek-doosre ke sath sex karte the.

To Varun ne kaha: Chal ab shirt khol aur kapde se ponchne de. Nautanki mat kar, fever kam ho jayega.

Fir maine shirt nikali, aur let gaya. Fir Om ek bowl mein paani aur kapda leke mere paas aaya, aur meri body ponchne laga. Varun baahar se aaya tha, to nahane gaya tha. Om meri body ponch raha tha, aur uski wajah se mera lund khada ho gaya tha.

Om ne wo dekh ke kaha: Saale bimar hai fir bhi tharak nahi jaati.

Uski is baat pe main bas hass diya. Thodi der baad Om mere lund ko choone laga, aur kaha-

Om: Hamare jaane ke baad maze lene ka plan kar raha tha na? Ab main deta hu tujhe maze.

Ye bol ke usne meri pant ke andar hath dala, aur mujhe kiss karne laga. Main kuch react karu isse pehle mujhe maza aa raha tha. Bahut dino ke baad finally sex karne ka chance mil raha tha. Thodi der kiss karne ke baad usne mera lund pant mein se baahar nikaal diya.

Mera lund 5 inch ka hai, aur Om ne use poora khada kar diya tha. Fir wo dheere-dheere meri neck pe kiss karte hue neeche gaya aur mere lund ke upar kiss karne laga. Uske baad usne mera lund muh mein liya, aur mast choosne laga. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha. Maine uska sar pakda, aur uske muh mein mera lund upar-neeche kar raha tha.

Utne mein Varun naha kar bathroom se baahar aaya, aur hame dekh ke bola-

Varun: Saalo mere bina hi start kar diya kya?

Wo just naha ke baahar aaya tha, to usne bas underwear pehni thi, aur uske upar towel lapeta tha. Usne jaldi se towel nikaal kar underwear bhi nikali, aur mere muh ke paas aaya, aur kaha-

Varun: Tu mera lund choos.

Uska lund abhi khada nahi tha, par usne waise hi mere muh mein daal diya. Main bahut dino ke baad lund choos raha tha. Dheere-dheere uska lund mere muh mein khada hone laga. Main Varun ka choos raha tha, aur Om mera. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha. Varun ka lund 6 inch ka tha.

Fir thodi der baad Om ne kaha: Saalo, mera bhi koi to chooso.

Fir Varun ne Om ko kaha: Tu isse chuswa le, aur main uska choosta hu.

To Om mere muh ke paas aaya, aur Varun mera lund choosne laga. Om ne apni pant nikali, aur uska lund already khada ho gaya tha. Uska bhi lund 5 inch ka tha, aur wo mera sar pakad ke apna lund mere muh mein andar-baahar kar raha tha. Varun ne choos ke mera lund poora geela kar diya tha, aur thodi der baad main jhadne wala tha.

Maine Varun se kaha ki mera nikalne wala hai to usne mera lund zor se hilaya aur poora paani apne muh mein liya, aur pee gaya. Main pehle hi fever ki wajah se weak feel kar raha tha, aur upar se jhadne ke baad to aur bhi weak feel ho raha tha. Par Om abhi bhi mujhse chuswa raha tha.

Maine kaha: Ab bas yaar, mujhse nahi ho raha.

To Om ne kaha: Tu bas leta reh bhai. Abhi to start hua hai bas.

Ye keh ke Om neeche gaya, aur mere pair uthaye. Main samajh gaya ki ye ab meri gaand maarega.

To maine kaha: Mat kar bhai, jaan nikal jayegi meri.

Usne kaha: Bas let ke enjoy kar tu.

Usne cream nikali aur meri gaand par lagayi, aur pehle dheere se fingering karne laga. Thodi der baad wo apna lund meri gaand pe rub kar raha tha, aur mujhse bhi control nahi ho raha tha.

To maine kaha: Daal de ab andar, control nahi ho raha.

Ye sunte hi usne ek hi dhakke mein uska lund meri gaand mein daal diya. Mujhe thoda dard hua to Varun mere nipples suck karne laga. Fir Om ne dheere-dheere lund andar-baahar karna shuru kiya aur wo mujhe chodne laga. Main Varun ka sar pakad ke usse apne nipple suck karwa raha tha. Om ne dheere-dheere apni speed badhayi, aur main moan kar raha tha-

Main: Yes Om fuck me, aahh ahh ahh aise keh raha tha.

Fir Varun bed pe khada ho gaya, aur Om ke muh ke paas lund le-jaake usko choosne bola. Om neeche mujhe chod raha tha, aur upar Varun ka lund choos raha tha. Thodi der baad mera lund firse khada ho gaya. Ye dekh ke Varun ne kaha-

Varun: Ab main tera loonga.

Aur ye keh ke usne apni gaand pe cream lagayi, aur mere lund pe baithne laga. Usne dheere-dheere mera poora lund andar liya, aur fir upar-neeche hoke mujhse chudne laga. Mujhe lette-lette aaram se bahut maza aa raha tha.

Om ka lund meri gaand mein aur mera lund Varun ki gaand mein. Aaahhh bahut mast feeling thi. Thodi der baad Om jhadne wala tha, to usne meri gaand se lund nikala, aur aage meri chest pe aake usne apna saara maal jhaad diya.

Usne kaha: Pehle kyun nahi bataya toone? Mast gaand hai teri, bahut maza aaya.

Aur ye keh ke wo meri side mein let ke mujhe kiss karne laga. Varun abhi bhi mere lund se apni gaand mara raha tha, aur apna lund hila raha tha. Thodi der mein Varun ne bhi meri chest pe apna poora paani nikaal diya. Fir usne mera lund apni gaand mein se nikala aur hilane laga.

Thodi der mein mera bhi paani nikal gaya, aur ab meri chest aur pet pe hum teeno ka paani tha. Fir hum teeno ek-doosre ko kiss karne lage. Teeno ko bhi bahut maza aya. Fir hum fresh hoke bina kapdon ke ek-doosre ko cuddle karke so gaye.

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Hi all, Ramya again with my sexual experience with drivers in the Lorry Bay Area. My boss planned to make me feel whore by myself. I am 34 years old with a vital status of 34C-30-34. I am 5ft 8 inches tall with dusky skin colour. I have maintained my body shape and structure.

After I had sex with the workers, I joined my boss and took a rest for almost four to five days. My boss was fucking me whenever he was in the mood in those five days. One day, he took me to a party. While returning, we stopped our vehicle at a Dhaba, and there was a Lorry Bay, too.

The Lorry Bay area is moderately dark, and we found a safe place to have some fun. The boss stopped the car at the end of Lorry Bay. He asked me to suck his dick by opening and standing outside the car on the driving door. I sucked his dick. At the climax, he sprayed his cum on my entire face.

He asked me to go to the cleaning area of the Dhaba and clean myself. I went to the Dhaba, cleaned my face, and went back to the car. It was a thrilling and a little hesitant experience for me. We moved from there and reached our home, and had a decent fuck session too.

The next day morning, my boss asked me whether I wanted to enjoy more of being a whore. I said, “Whatever you feel good, I am open to it.” He squeezed my naked breast and said, “Whatever you did yesterday night at the Lorry Bay, the same thing you will be doing with unknown available on the Lorry Bay.”

By hearing him, I was happy and feeling a bit nervous. “I feel happy if my whore gets fucked, and I will be watching you get fucked.” He said he would make sure that unknown guy would rip me nicely in front of him. We both will enjoy the fuck session.

I gave him the acceptance to get fucked. It was almost 5 in the evening, and we started to move on to Lorry Bay. I was wearing a T-shirt, which exposed my navel and a knee-length skirt. We had our light food and then came out from Dhaba.

Intentionally, I pulled my skirt above my knees while sitting and exposed my thighs to the public. When we came out, I noticed a well-built driver and maybe his friends. I smiled at the well-built driver and moved on to our car. A few minutes later, we noticed the driver came in search of us outside.

My boss asked me to talk to the driver and get fucked for just five hundred rupees with some condition. The condition is to inform the driver if he allows my boss to watch my sex, the charges will be five hundred. If not, five thousand rupees. He can add one or two men to have sex.

I saw the driver and met him at his lorry parked.

The conversation was a little Hariyanvi-style language on the driver’s side. I just tried to explain simply in English.

Driver: What do you want, beautiful?

Me: Nothing. But I found you attractive, so I thought to spend some time with you.

Driver: I am ready to spend time with you, but you need to be with me inside my Lorry cabin.

Me: Ok. But I will charge for that.

Driver: How much is your rate, Randi?

Me: For you, I would have charged nothing. What to do? My husband wanted me to take money and asked me not to sleep with anyone without money.

Driver: How much do you need?

Me: Five hundred if you allow my husband to watch my sex with you. If you are not allowing him, then it’s five thousand rupees. One thing, you can add one or two more men to have sex with me.

Driver: (turned me, pressed my bum, pressed my boobs, lifted my skirt and crushed my thighs) Five thousand is a very small amount to spend on you, bitch. I have a chance to fuck you with my friends at five hundred rupees and make your husband feel like he is impotent to fuck such whore.

Me: Shall I call my husband then?

Driver: You bring your husband here. By that time I will bring my friends here.

I went to my boss and told our discussion. He was also excited, and we went to the lorry. In a few minutes, we both found the driver was coming with his friends who had a similar personality. We introduced ourselves and talked friendly for a few minutes.

Driver: The Lorry cabin will be small for all five of us. Can we do it back of the lorry place?

My boss was not accepting. Finally, all agreed to move from the place first and have sex at another Lorry-bay where the crowd is less. We moved from the place and reached Lorry Bay, where fewer lorries were halting.

My boss parked the vehicle on the end side of Lorry Bay and asked me to get down from the car naked. I removed T-shirts, skirts and innerwear. I moved in front of the truck and stood in front of the lorry. My boss was following me from his car with headlights on.

It was my fate that there was no crowd. The driver got down with a bed and pillows available. All three started to crush my body by pressing my breasts and bum. My boss started watching our fuck sitting inside the car with the door open. I was intimating with the driver.

I was lip-locking with the driver by turning my head backwards. The other two were sucking my boobs from the front. They were biting my breasts and slapping on my breasts, too. All three chewed my lips and nipples in rotation.

One driver asked my boss to switch on the car headlight as the place was too dark. They couldn’t see my voluptuous body. My boss turned on the car and headlights. They placed the bed and threw pillows in front of the car. They dragged me to the bed by holding my hair and then pushed me to the bed.

All three were naked in minutes and started to wear condoms. I was scared to see their dicks size and shape. One guy’s dick like in a boomerang shape, maybe 7 to 8 inches long. The second guy’s dick was straight, heavy, maybe 9 inches long. The third guy’s dick is almost 7 to 8 inches long but normal size dick.

My boss saw my face and winked at me. I smiled at him and signalled him to kiss me. My boss came to me, placed his hand on my bare breast and started lip-locking me. At the same time, one guy inserted his dick inside my pussy, and my pussy was stretching.

His dick was hitting deep inside my pussy cervix wall. It had a current shock feel as and when he buried his dick inside pussy. I was crawling with pleasure as and when the driver moved his dick inside and out of my pussy. I was in the high pleasure of sex. The driver said, “Randi, enjoying my dick?”

With hard moaning, I said, “Yes, I love it, fuck me harder, yeah, I love it. Don’t show mercy, tear off my pussy.” My boss left me and sat near the bed. The other two men came near me and started squeezing my breasts so hard that my breasts were turned red in minutes.

One guy placed pillows on my shoulder, made sure that my head went back, then placed his dick inside my mouth. The last guy started chewing my breasts harder and started to give love bite marks. For the first time in my life, I had a feeling of passing current in my body while having sex.

All three exchanged the position and fucked my pussy and mouth till 10.30 PM. All were exhausted, but my boss was watching my fuck. I got up, placed my breasts in front of his face, and asked, “Are you happy, my dear?”

My boss: I thought these three guys would make you scream and then make you beg for mercy, but they were not up to my mark.

Me: What do you want? Do you want me to get double penetrated?

My boss: Yes, the real fun is when your pussy and anal holes are filled by double dicks, and the fuck continues for hours. There would be more fun if there were spectators.

Me: Spectators? No way, no chance.

Driver: Your husband is right, Randi. Let us ask other drivers to wake up and watch you getting fucked.

One guy honked the horn of the truck continuously and woke up about 10 to 12 guys. All gathered at my fucking place with a widely opened mouth. The three guys were talking and instructing them to humiliate me. They made me realize that I am a Realtime Randi.

My boss was also very much happy and said, “You guys can spank her ass, chew her breast and soft mass areas too.” The driver, who I winked and smiled initially, held my hair. He asked one guy to lie on the bed. Then he pushed me on him.

The person laid down and made me sit on his dick, taking it inside pussy. From back, the driver who pushed me down shoved his dick inside my anal without a condom in one go. My eyes were rolled out with tears. The third person gave me his dick to suck.

I was watching people’s faces who were watching my fuck. I saw one guy who was shaking his heavy-sized dick. I waved to him and then asked him to come to me. As soon as he came, I dropped the other guy’s dick, then started sucking cumbersome bare dick head.

It was so huge that I could take just 30 per cent of his dick inside my mouth. Both my holes were digging, and in pleasure, I was trying to swallow cumbersome dick. All three started to cum, and they released the cum. Now it was the turn of the fourth guy whose dick I was sucking.

He has chosen my anal to tear off. My senses were stopped, and I was breathing heavily. My heart was throbbing faster and faster by imagining that his dick was tearing my anal. The fourth guy slowly approached me and said that he was fucking for the first time.

He was excited and apologized if I got hurt out of excitement. He asked others to open my legs wide and bend my legs towards my chest. Then, without a condom, he buried his 30% dick inside my anal. I screamed in pain and tried to escape. But I was under the grip of well-built drivers.

In second force, he buried his entire hefty, cumbersome dick deep inside my anal. He then asked others to free me. I started to slap his face for the hard punishment. He held my hands, placed them above my head, and then started to kiss me. I was trying to escape from his kiss as he had bad redolence from his mouth.

But my attempts had no result as his holding grip was higher than my efforts. He then started to drop his saliva inside my mouth. He was giving me a small anal stroke too. Both my lips bite, and an anal stroke made me open my mouth wide open.

His stroke movement was getting faster. My eyes and mouth were wide open in pain and pleasure. He dropped his saliva and closed my mouth so that I could swallow his saliva fully. He started spitting on my face and started using slang words. Slowly anal fuck was giving me pleasure.

I started to pull him down to hug him. He fell on me, gave me his chest, and asked me to play with it. I started to kiss nipples and then gave a bite and held in my teeth. To get rid of it, he gave me a full hard stroke inside my anal. He then removed his dick and sat on my chest, then asked me to clean the dick.

With a wild look, I started to lick his dick as I was unable to take his dick inside my mouth. He then made me give my anal in a doggy position. In one go, his 70 to 80% dick buried inside my anal hole. He increased his fucking speed by holding my hair and pulling them back to the maximum.

Other drivers who were watching my fucks started to punish my breast and spit on my face. It was the first time I felt that I was a real whore. He started groaning, and his hot fluid flowed into my anal. He removed his dick and shoved it inside my mouth.

With great difficulty, I licked his dick and cleaned the dick which socked in my anal. I was destroyed by his almost 30-minute anal fuck and unable to get up properly. I have been fucked by another 5 guys one by one. The rest of the other drivers watched me getting fuck.

Then one by one, they started to slap, spank, bite my nipples, pussy, lips. In the end, all wanted to make me dirty. So all together started pissing on me and ordered me to open my mouth. I obeyed their order and opened my mouth. One by one, they pissed in and made me smell bad.

They asked my boss to put me inside the car, then took me to the house. All the drivers lifted me and made me sit on their shoulders. They roamed across the road and then put me inside the car. They all thanked my boss for giving me such a wonderful chance to enjoy myself.

My boss closed the dickey and drove towards our place. He stopped the car a little away from the house. He freed me from dicky, then asked me to go home and get cleaned. He had to meet another business partner. Without any hesitation, I wore my T-shirt and skirt and started moving towards home.

I cleaned myself and fell on the bed, but to my shock, I found guys resting beneath the bed sheet. I was feeling their hard erect dicks. When the room light was on, I found there 5 partners of my boss whom I met at a party.

After the private tuition with my economics professor, Lalita, I had a secret meeting with Principal Aadab. There was a wild encounter with auditors – Neelam and Supriya. Then, the unforgettable night was spent with the college trustee, Shraddha Patel.

My dick started being used by these ladies more & more often. Everyone in my college knew me as the teacher’s fuckboy, and teachers from other faculties would come to me to spend some alone time.

Even with so much fucking, I did manage to clear my exams. This may be due to me sleeping with the teachers checking the exam paper or them giving me special tuition to clear the exam paper. Luckily my college had all female teachers, and my ass was saved from being torn apart.

Soon, the time went by and my college was getting over. In these three years, I had had sex multiple times with different women, all above 40 years of age. I still was too shy to talk to my classmates and had not made any girlfriends. I just had a few women in my life I loved to sleep with.

The final exams were approaching. So, I worked overtime and slept with all my professors to get good grades. I could get on good terms with all my professors except for Professor Meghna. She teaches me English literature. I had never slept with her, and neither had she expressed any interest in me.

It was very important for me to clear English Literature to get my degree. So I went to her cabin to have a word with her.

“Meghna Ma’am, may I come in?” I asked her politely. She replied, “Come in!”

“Wow, you look so beautiful today, Ma’am”

“Don’t try to butter me. I know what you are doing!”

“No, Ma’am, I am genuinely interested in you.”

“Take it easy. This won’t work with me. I know what fucking around you do with the professors, the principal and even the trustee. Just imagine if I speak about this, what will happen to your reputation? Now go and study for your final exams. I can’t help you.”

Meghna Ma’am was clearly very angry at me. Her anger made me want her even harder. But she slapped me and threw me out of her cabin. I immediately went to my favourite teacher, Lalita’s cabin. “Lalita, are you free for a fuck?”

Principal Aadab, who was there in her cabin, said, “Yes baby, we are. Now remove your clothes.” Aadab pulled down my pants and started sucking my dick while Lalita started kissing me. I then proceeded to lick Lalita’s pussy.

I fucked her in doggy style while kissing Aadab. I took turns in fucking both the beautiful ladies and finally cum on their faces, giving them a much-needed facial.

Unknown to us, the glass wall of Lalita Ma’am’s cabin was opaque, and people could see us fucking. A crowd had assembled outside to see the show. Aadab asked me to go out and disperse the crowd. I went outside the cabin, and Meghna Ma’am was standing there.

She said something disgusting to me and went back to her cabin. I tried my best and dispersed the crowd that had assembled. I knew I had to study English literature so I went to the library to take some books to study. There, for the first time, I met the librarian, Ms Angel D’Souza.

Ms D’Souza was an amputee and used a wheelchair. I looked at her and said, “OMG, what happened to you, Ms. D’Souza?”

“Oh, you can call me Angel. It’s a long story. I will tell you some other time.”

“Okay, Angel, can you recommend some books to prepare for the English Literature exam?”

“Sure, come with me.” Angel took off in her wheelchair, and I followed her. She took me to the corner of the library. There was nothing but a study table and a few bookshelves.

She smiled and said, “Honey, I can help you only if you help me.”

“How?”

“Lift me and put me on the table, and then start fucking me!”

“Why and why here?”

Angel laughed and said, “You are right. It will be uncomfortable here. I will give you some books to read now. The library closes in an hour, then we do boom boom!”

“Frankly, I don’t mind, and I don’t want any explanation either. Just call me when you are ready.” I sat in a corner, reading the book, but I was just thinking how I would fuck the amputee.

Time passed, and the library closed. Everyone left the library except for me and Angel. Angel locked the door from inside and came towards me.

“Baby, let’s do it right here on this table.”

“What about the cameras?”

“Don’t worry, they don’t work.”

I got impatient and lifted Angel and put her on the table. I helped her undress, and I also got naked. I started having sex with Angel. We talked about our sex. I came to know that she was just 32 years old and was amputated when she met with an accident.

Listening to her sorrowful story, I gave her some extra love and held my cum for some extra time. Finally, I made her cum giving her a happy ending. I dressed Angel up and put her in her wheelchair.

I rushed home to prepare for the English literature exam. I took the English Literature exam and my final exams were finally over. I then waited in anticipation for the results. The results came in a few weeks.

I passed all the subjects except English Literature. I was called to the principal’s cabin. Meghna Ma’am was also present there.

Principal Aadab, with an angry face, said, “Son, let’s keep our physical relations aside for this conversation. You have failed in English Literature. I have requested Meghna Ma’am to give you some grace marks to help you pass and get your degree, but she has some conditions.”

“Yes, Son, I know you have spent your entire college life sleeping with women, especially your teachers. I know you are a good boy, so I am giving you one last chance in a very special condition.”

I instantly replied, “I am willing to do anything you say, Meghna Ma’am.”

Principal Aadab interrupted and said, “First, listen to her baby. Don’t talk in between.”

“Thank you, Aadab. Ya, so son, I am willing to give you the passing marks only if you agree to work in my startup. It’s a magazine and book publishing startup.”

“So you are offering me a job and passing marks. Of course, I agree with these conditions. When do I start to work? Where is your office?”

Meghna laughed and said, “Son, this is not a job. It’s an unpaid internship. My startup has you and me, but we will add more. We will work after college at my house. I will share the details with you. And yes, sex is totally off the tables.”

Aadab laughed and said, “He can come to me anytime for sex. You are such a boring person, Meghna.”

I agreed to work for Meghna Ma’am and passed the English alliteration exam and thus got my degree. This is the end of the series – Teacher’s forceful submission. The story will now continue with the new series, ‘The Unpaid Intern.’

Hi All, Please read the previous 2 parts to know how Divya and Kanishka started having Lesbian sex. It led to the couples swapping partners. The story will be in the words of Kanishka, as usual. She is the dominant person in this group of 4.

Me and Sarath went inside the next room and Divya tried to cover her body.

Kanishka: Everyone here has seen other people’s bodies. What’s there to cover, Divya?

Sarath: That’s correct, Divya. Let’s stay naked.

It was easy for me and Divya as we had seen the other 3 naked. But it felt awkward at the beginning for the guys. They saw each other nude for the first time.

Their cocks were limp after the fuck, or else that could have given one of them confidence in having the bigger cock. But somehow, they tried to control their shyness. I wanted to make the room more joyful.

Kanishka: Let’s all have some drinks.

Divya: But I don’t drink, Kanishka.

Kanishka: Won’t you do it if I ask you to?

Divya: But I don’t know how I will behave.

Kanishka: We all know each other inside out, and there is no problem even if you misbehave, Divya.

Saying so, I poured one small drink and gave it to Divya. The guys had their own large, and we all started chatting. Dinesh (my hubby) and I were sitting on a two-seater sofa, and Divya and Sarath were sitting in separate chairs.

I stood up from the sofa and sat in Sarath’s right lap. His cock was rubbing the lower part of my pussy. I could sense his cock becoming slightly bigger. I poured a little of my drink into my mouth and kissed Sarath. He took the drink in his mouth and kept kissing me.

He had his glass on his left hand and his right hand, which was holding me. He started to grope my boobs. My hubby (Dinesh) and Sarath’s wife (Divya) also must have gotten horny. It’s the effect of drinks and what I did. My hubby was eagerly looking at his wife getting groped in front of him by a stranger.

I signalled him to stand up near me. He did so, and I took his cock in my right hand. Now Divya was sitting idle, so Dinesh asked her to come near him, and they started to lip-lock each other. They, too, were kissing deeply and passionately.

After a minute of stroking my hubby’s cock, I took my hands and slightly put it on Divya’s pussy. She jerked for a minute and realized it was me.

Dinesh: Hey Kanishka

Sarath and I stopped what we were doing and looked at Dinesh.

Kanishka: What?

Dinesh: I wish I could see your lesbian show fully.

Kanishka: Haha! You perv.

Sarath: Yeah, Kanishka. I, too, have seen a lot of lesbian videos but never got a chance to see them in real life.

Kanishka: Div dear, what do you say?

Divya: Whatever it is, you tell Kanishka. I don’t know anything about this, and you are an expert.

Kanishka: Ok. (I thought for a minute.) Guys, we have a deal for you. If you agree to that, we will give you a live lesbian show.

Dinesh, Divya and Sarath: What deal?

All 3 asked at the same moment.

Kanishka: Div, dear, you are not part of this deal. It’s only for the guys.

Dinesh and Sarath: (Standing confused)

Kanishka: The guys need to have gay fun at the same time we are having lesbian

Dinesh: GGGGGrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… I expected this from you, Kanishka.

Sarath: You expected? I am astonished to hear this, Dinesh. I have never done it and don’t like it either.

I signalled something to Dinesh and got up from Sarath’s lap. Now Dinesh knelt in front of Sarath and straight away put Sarath’s cock in his mouth. Sarath tried to push him away. He had a glass of drinks in one hand, and I held the other hand. So he couldn’t do anything.

Within seconds, I saw Sarath start to like what my hubby was doing. Now, I let go of Sarath’s right hand. This time instead of pushing away, he kept his hand on Dinesh’s head and made him suck deeper. While the guys were doing their part of the deal, I went to Divya and started to suck her boob.

We both kept our drinks on the table so that we could enjoy the sex fully. While kissing her boobs, I inserted a couple of my fingers as well into her pussy. Already juices were coming out of her pussy on seeing the guys act. With my boob sucking and fingering, she released more cum into my hands.

I turned to see the guys. Now my hubby Dinesh was sucking the balls of Sarath and had his hands on Sarath’s nipples, playing with him. From the looks, it seemed like Sarath, too, started to like it. He, too, pinched my hubby’s nipples. Then, both of them stood up, and I told them to kiss each other.

They saw each other face to face and slowly started to kiss each other. Sarath had a moustache, but my hubby doesn’t have one. While they were kissing, their cocks were doing a sword fight, and I loved seeing it. After kissing for 5 minutes, this time, my hubby pushed down Sarath.

Sarath reluctantly put my hubby’s cock tip in his mouth. He started with slight kisses at first and then sucking the tip of it. Within 2 minutes, he, too, liked sucking the cock and took it completely into his mouth. I am not sure if it was the drinks that made them like being gay.

On the other hand, Divya and I went to bed and kissed each other deeply. Divya went down and licked my pussy, and I kept moaning all the time. She had become very good at licking within no time, and I loved it.

Later, we went into the 69 position. We licked, fingered each other’s pussies with Divya at the bottom and me on top.

The guys had their share of fun and came to the bed. On seeing us in 69 position, Dinesh came and put his cock straight into my pussy. Divya was licking my pussy and his balls each time it went in and out of my pussy. On the other side, Sarath came with his hard cock.

He put it in my mouth instead of inserting it into his wife’s pussy. I loved getting hammered by two cocks and one more woman’s mouth in my pussy at the same time. It was pure pleasure and I can’t describe those things in words.

Any sex-hungry woman should try it with their hubby or their boyfriends once in their lifetime. After a long 15 minutes of being fucked by 3 persons, Dinesh finally released all his cum into my pussy. After a minute, Sarath, too, released his cum in my mouth.

I drank most of it and spit some of it into Divya’s pussy and licked her pussy. Divya licked Dinesh’s cum dripping cock and sucked it slightly. But it was becoming limp. All of us got up and sat on the bed, looked at each other and smiled.

The time was already 1 am, and the chillness was good enough to increase the sex drive. Again, we poured a glass of drink and were ready for one more round. This time, I was so tired after being hammered by 3 people, so I told Dinesh and Sarath to satisfy Divya.

She had her first threesome, getting banged in her mouth and pussy. Finally, we all slept naked in the same bed, and we didn’t know who was hugging whom.

We woke up around 9 a.m. to the sound of the doorbell. The guys got up and put on their trousers. Dinesh went and opened the door, whereas Divya and I were still naked in the bed, covered with the bed sheet. Sarath was sitting on the sofa with only a pair of trousers.

The room service guy noticed all of this and the bottles on the corner in a second. He must have guessed what could have happened, but we least cared about him.

He rang the bell, asking us to come for breakfast as the counter will be closed in half an hour. We all got ready quickly, had our breakfast and came back to the room.

For the next 5 days, all 4 of us went out together to all places. Most of the time, I was holding Sarath’s hands, and Divya was holding my hubby’s hands. But once inside the room, we were all animals who needed sex. We didn’t care whose body we were tasting, not even realizing if it was a man or a woman.

I know it could be disgusting for many, but I can’t help it. We had great sex for the next 5 days. The guys didn’t agree to anal pleasure, but they were satisfied only with sucking and kissing.

We planned to meet once a year in some place like this with none of our kids and enjoy life. Time only will tell if it will happen or not.

Thanks for reading the story, guys/men and girls/ladies. Any comments for the story are welcome at [email protected]. I’m a 40 year old male from Bangalore, open to any flings or NSA relationships as well.

Ab aage:-

Samir: Oh Nancy bahu, kitni khoobsurat ho tum. Aur ye pendent tumhare boobs ke beech aisa daba hua hai. Mujhe to lag raha hai jaise mere face ko tumne apne boobs ke beech daba liya hai.

Nancy (Apne mann mein sochi): Shayad ye jo chaahte hai wo main inko du, to ye mujhe paise se nehla denge.

Nancy: Aap apne hatho se pendent aur chain ko dekh lo.

Samir apne hath boobs ke upar laga kar pendent ko boobs ke andar se nikaalta hai, aur boobs ko zor se daba bhi deta hai.

Samir: Bahu tumne us din kaafi achi malish ki thi. Kya aaj bhi kar dogi?

Nancy: Haa aap kapde kholo, main kar deti hu.

Samir apne kapde khol kar sirf ek underwear pehan kar let gaya, aur Nancy uske hath pair ko malish karne lagi.

Nancy apne mann mein sochi: Oh my god, inka lund to underwear ke baahar aa raha hai, aur kaafi bada bhi lag raha hai. Agar meri chut mein jayega to meri chut to fatt hi jayegi.

Samir Nancy ko lund ki taraf dekhte hue dekh liya, aur muskurane laga. Fir dheere se Nancy ka hath pakad kar bola-

Sameer: Mere isme bhi thodi malish kar do meri bahu.

Nancy hath underwear ke andar daal kar lund pakad ke boli: Ye main kaise kar sakti hu? Ye to galat hai.

Samir: Jab se tum dekh rahi ho mere lund ko, ye bhi to galat baat hai.

Sameer fir apna underwear bhi neeche sarka deta hai, aur Nancy ke face ko pakad kar muh mein lund daal deta hai. Nancy aaahhhh slurp slurp karke lund choosne lagti hai, aur Samir ke lund ko apni jawani ka maza deti hai.

Samir: Oh Nancy bahu, tum mujhe bahut zyada pasand ho. Tum mujhe khush karo, badle mein jo bhi maang lo mujhse.

Nancy apne mann mein sochti hai: Arre yahi to main sunna chaahti thi. Ab main aapke paise pe aish karungi (aur zor-zor se lund choosne lagi).

Samir: Nancy bahu ab ye kapde tum bhi khol do, aur mujhe apna jism dikhao.

Nancy apne kapde khol kar sirf panty aur bra mein ho gayi.

Samir: Aah Nancy, kitni mast maal ho tum. Tumhari nabhi kitni gehri hai, aur tumhari jaangh kitni sundar hai.

Nancy tumhari sundar chut bhi dikhao mujhe. Nancy apni panty ko neeche kar deti hai, aur bra ko bhi khol deti hai.

Samir: Tumhe dekh aisa lag raha hai jaise koi mast wali film ki heroine ho. Red lipstick, red nail paint, aur ye red pencil heals sandal. Nancy tum Nangi ho kar bhi kitni sundar lag rahi ho.

Ab main Nancy ko zor se pakad kar hug kar liya, aur uske lips ko kiss karne laga. Umaa ummaa lips kiss karne lage hum dono, aur Nancy apni jeebh mere muh mein daalti aur fir meri jeebh choosti.

Mera hath Nancy ki chut mein jaa chuka tha, aur main Nancy ki chut ko apne hath se sehlane laga. Fir ek ungli chut ke andar daal di.

Chut paani chhodh rahi thi, aur maine uski chut ka paani apni ungli mein lekar khud bhi chaata, aur Nancy ko bhi chataya.

Samir: Oh Nancy bahu, kitna swadisht hai tumhari chut ka paani. Sundar chut ka swadisht paani.

Maine Nancy ko bed par litaya, aur usne pair faila kar mujhe apni chut chaatne ka ishara kiya. Fir main uski chut mein jeebh laga kar chaatne laga.

Chut mein se peshaab ki mehak aa rahi thi, aur chut ki malayi kaafi namkeen thi, jo meri jeebh ko chipchipa bana rahi thi. Nancy ne fir mere sar ko pakad ke chut mein daba diya.

Nancy: Aaahhh haa, is bindu ko chooso. Haa aise hi chooso, maza aa raha hai. Oh haa, main jhad rahi hu aaahhhhh.

Aur dher saari malayi Samir ke muh mein daal deti hai, aur Samir ek-ek boond chaat kar pee jata hai.

Samir: Oh Nancy, kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho tum, bilkul Diksha jaisi, meri biwi lag rahi ho. Main tumhe apni banana chaahta hu, aur tumhe chodna chaahta hu.

Nancy: Main aapki hu. Main aap ki Diksha hu, aap ki biwi hu. Aap mujhe chodo aur bana lo apni hamesha ke liye.

Samir: Haa tum meri Diksha ho.

Aur fir main Nancy ke pair ke beech aa jata hu, aur lund ko chut mein set karke uske upar jhuk jata hu, jisse wo meri aankhon mein aankhen daal kar dekh rahi thi, aur uske dono hath mere hatho se dabe hue the.

Main usko lip-kiss karne laga aur ek zor ka dhakka laga diya chut mein, jisse mera lund kuch aadha andar chala gaya, aur Nancy zor se tadap gayi.

Uske lips mere lips par hone ke kaaran wo kuch bol bhi nahi saki, aur uske hath mere hath se dabe hue the, isliye na hi wo kuch kar saki.

Usne dard se apne pairon ko idhar-udhar maarna shuru kiya. Par main chut mein shot lagane laga. Nancy ki haalat kharaab hone lagi, to maine usko lip-kiss karna band kar diya, aur jaise hi maine uske lips chhodha, wo bolne lagi-

Nancy: Chhodho mujhe chhodho, marr jaungi main.

Mujhe uski ye haalat dekh kar kaafi khushi ho rahi thi, aur aaj ek mere se aadhi umar ki ladki mere lund ko apni chut mein sehan nahi kar paa rahi thi.

Maine aur tez jhatke dena shuru kiya Nancy ko, aur uski chut mere lund ke jhatkon ko bardasht nahi kar paa rahi thi.

Main lagataar Nancy ko 15 minutes chodta raha, aur uski chut mein se paani aane laga.  Ab Nancy sust ho kar chudwa rahi thi. Nancy ka ab dard kam ho chuka tha, aur wo bhi apni chut ko hilane lagi thi. Ye dekh kar maine uske hath ko bhi chhodh diya, aur wo ab aaah aaah ki awaaz ke sath meri chudai ka aanand lene lagi.

Kamre mein thap-thap ki awaaz aur Nancy ki aah ki awaaz hi aa rahi thi. Nancy ab chudai mein poora mera sath de rahi thi, aur uske dono boobs mere lund ke jhatkon ke sath hil rahe the.

Samir (Nancy ki aankhon mein dekh kar bole): Kaisa lag raha hai tumhe mujse chudwa kar?

Nancy: Aahh aaahh aur zor se, acha lag raha hai. Bahut maza aa raha hai, karte raho aap bas.

Samir aur tez-tez chodne laga, aur fir lund baahar karke chut ko dekhte hue bola: Dekho Nancy tumhari sundar chut fool ke jaise khil gayi hai. Ab ye apne muh ko faila kar lund legi. Dekho kaise ye muh ko khol kar lund maang rahi hai.

Samir Nancy ko doggy position mein ulta lita diya, aur fir uski chut mein lund pel diya, aur chodne laga. Chut khul gayi thi lund ke liye, aur Nancy apne se double umar ke insan se chudwane ka maza le rahi thi.

Nancy: Aaah aaahh aise hi karte rahiye, maza aa raha hai. Aise hi chodo mujhe. Main aap ki patni hu, aur aap se hamesha chudwaungi ahh aahh.

Nancy ek baar fir jhad gayi thi aur chut ke paani aur lund ke dhakke se chut mein fach-fach ki awaaz aane lagi. Nancy aur Samir dono charamsukh prapt kar rahe the.

Samir: Oh mere lund ki rani, aaj tu mere lund se chudwa kar mujhe apna bana li hai.

Nancy apne mann mein sochi ki aaj usne chut se Samir ko khareed liya tha, aur ab wo Samir ke paise ki malkin ban jayegi. Samir fir Nancy ko utha kar bathroom mein le gaya, aur shower chala kar Nancy ko apni godi mein lekar chodne laga. Ab Nancy aah aah kar ke chudwa rahi thi.

Kuch der bathroom mein chodne ke baad Nancy ki chut mein hi apna maal Samir ne nikala, aur fir wo dono nange hi room mein aa gaye, aur bed par let gaye. Dono ne ek chaadar apne upar daal li, aur ek-doosre se lipat kar aaram karne lage.

Nancy ne ab acha mauka dekha aur wo boli: Aapke sath sex karke bahut acha laga. Par darr bhi lagta hai kahi hum dono alag na ho jaye.

Samir (Nancy ke honth chooste hue bola): Darr kis baat ka? Aur kyun honge hum alag?

Nancy: Wo shaadi ke liye hamare paas itne paise nahi hai, ki hum ache se shaadi kar paye. Aapko to pata hi hai ki hum gareeb parivar se hai. To darr lagta hai kahi shaadi na hui to?

Samir: Arre aise-kaise shaadi nahi hogi. Aur ab to tum meri ho.

Aur fir Samir ne kaha: Us bag mein kuch paise hai, lelo jitne chahiye. Par shaadi ache se hogi, aur tum meri bani rahogi.

Nancy ne wo bag jo bed ke paas hi rakha tha, uski chain kholi, to dekhti hi reh gayi. Usme dher saare paise the, aur Nancy 20 bundle leli. Wo sochi ki sahi banda fasaya tha usne. Firse Nancy Samir se lipat gayi, aur Samir ek ungli Nancy ki gaand mein daal diya. Fir Nancy ko wo ungli dikha kar khud chaata aur Nancy ko bhi chatwaya.

Itne mein Barsha jo Nancy ki hone wali sasu mom thi, wo aa gayi room mein, aur bed par baith gayi. Par Nancy ko ye ajeeb laga ki ab wo nangi Samir se chipki hui thi, aur uski hone wali sasu usko dekh rahi thi. Kaafi uncomfortable mehsoos karne lagi Nancy. Ye dekh kar Barsha muskura kar boli-

Barsha: Nancy tum Samir ji ko khush rakho, baaki hum sab khush rahenge.

Samir ne Barsha ke aage hi Nancy ko lip kiss kar diya, aur bola: Barsha ab tum door kyun ho?

Aur Barsha ko bhi zor se pakad kar lip kiss karke bola: Nancy ye ghar mera hai, aur yaha ki aurat bhi meri aurat hai.

Barsha ke saamne hi Samir nanga hi chaadar ko hata kar baahar aata hai, aur pant shirt pehan kar Nancy ko bhi kapde de kar neeche aa jata hai. Fir Barsha aur Nancy bhi Samir ke peeche-peeche neeche aa jaate hai jaha Samir ki sasu baithi thi.

Samir ki buddhi sasu mom boli: Nancy beta, tum hamare jamayi babu ka khayaal achi se rakho.

Aur fir Nancy waha se paise le kar apne ghar aa jati hai. Ghar aa kar Nancy paise dekh kar kaafi khush hoti hai, aur fir room mein jaa kar apni chut khol kar dekhti hai. Jo chut kuch ghante pehle tak chipki hui thi, wo ab khul chuki thi, aur chut ka daana baahar latak raha tha.

Kuch din mein hi Nancy ki shaadi ho jati hai, aur wo honeymoon ke liye Kerala chali jati hai. Waha uski fir khoob chudai hoti hai. Idhar Samir apne ghar par aur office ke kaam mein fir busy ho jata hai, aur wo jab ghar aata hai to dekhta hai Shourabh ke room se ajeeb awaaze aa rahi thi.

Jab darwaze ke paas kaan laga kar sunta hai, to pata chalta hai andar koi 2 auratein thi, aur jab keyhole se dekhta hai Samir, to dekhta hi reh jata hai.

Shourabh bed par bandha hua tha rassi se. Wo bhi bilkul nanga tha, aur Shourabh ki biwi bhi bilkul nangi usko kiss kar rahi thi, aur ek ladki jo Shourabh ki saali thi, Naina ki choti behan, wo lund choos rahi thi.

Ye dekh kar ab aur dekhne ko kuch nahi bacha tha. Aakhir Shourabh tha to Samir ka hi khoon. To ab wo bhi apne sasural ki auratein ko chodega hi. Kuch din baad Sarita ji ne phone karke mujhe ghar bulaya, to main khushi se unke ghar gaya ki aaj fir Sarita ji ko chodunga. Par waha dekha to Sarita ji kaafi tension mein lag rahi thi.

Poochne par pata chala ki unki chhoti beti pregnant thi, aur bacha Shourabh ka tha. Maine Sarita ji se kaha-

Samir: Isme tension ki kya baat hai? Aisa ho jata hai jija-saali ke beech.

Sarita ji ne kaha: Tension pregnancy ki nahi hai balki meri chhoti beti Shourabh se shaadi karna chaahti hai.

Aur fir hum dono ne Naina se baat ki, aur Shourabh ki shaadi uski saali se karwa di.

Sarita ghar par akeli hone ke kaaran maine unhe bhi apne hi ghar par rakh liya, aur aaj Sarita ji meri biwi ke jaise reh rahi hai, aur jab mann karta hai hum dono ki chudai ho jati hai.

The end.

This story is a series that happened at my Grandpa’s village house. Please read ‘My Grandpa’s House – Part 1’ to know more about the story and my Grandpa’s family members.

It was still 7.15, and I had to kill another 15 minutes before I went to Grandpa’s bedroom. I was watching TV and lost track of time. I came to my senses when I heard Swapna Aunty’s voice calling me loudly, “Rahul, Mama is calling you.”

I looked at Swapna Aunty. She was near the kitchen door holding a tray with thermos and some snacks on it. She went to Grandpa’s room which was at the far end of the house, maybe to get his drinks and snacks ready. My head spun, wondering if she was going to serve Grandpa tonight after I left his room.

I was in two minds now, whether to go or not. Made a decision, and I walked to Grandpa’s room. The door was closed. I knocked on the door and Swapna Aunty opened the door. She allowed me in and closed the door. This was the first time I entered Grandpa’s bedroom.

It was huge, maybe 400 sqft area. The king-size cot was in the centre of the room. On one side there was an LED TV on the wall and other side a 3 seater sofa and a small dining table. I saw 2 large liquor bottles, 3 glass cups, 4-5 snack plates and a bucket full of ice cubes neatly on the small table.

It was placed on the bed before Grandpa. Grandpa was sitting on the bed with his back resting against the cot headboard. He was bare-chested with just a dhoti and waved to me to sit on the bed.

“Do you drink whiskey, Rahul?” he asked me as I sat on the bed.

“No, Grandpa,” I said, hesitating as I knew he was a short-tempered guy.

“You can have a beer if you want,” Swapna Aunty said.

“No, beer and vodka are for girls, not for men like us. Pour a large drink for him, Swapna. I have a lot to talk about with my Grandson. Men bond easily when they drink,” Grandpa said, no, ordered his daughter-in-law.

Swapna Aunty, standing, dropped some ice cubes in my glass, picked the blue label whiskey bottle and poured whiskey into the glass. It was going to be scotch on the rocks with no soda or water to dilute the whiskey. I had whiskey raw in the US with friends, but drinking with Grandpa was different.

I picked up the glass and looked at Grandpa and Swapna Aunty. Swapna Aunty had both her hands on her hips and was giving me a scary look. I knew she didn’t like me drinking. Her mangalasutra chain was dangling on the pallu between her big breasts. I saw her naked, curvy hips below the blouse. I got high before I drank whiskey, seeing her big breasts and half-naked flat waist inviting me to hug it.

I gulped the whole glass of whiskey in one shot and placed the glass on the table. My throat got burnt as I swallowed the raw whiskey. “Careful, it’s not a beer to drink like that, Rahul. You have to take it slowly, sip by sip,” Swapna Aunty said.

She sat on the bed on my right side, crossed-legged. Her left thigh was grazing my right thigh. I felt a tremor in my body, feeling her body heat through her thighs.  Nervously, I kept the empty glass on the table. Swapna Aunty picked up the whiskey bottle and poured a small peg into my glass.

Then she dropped 4 ice cubes. I was about to pick it up, and she stopped me by holding my hand. My body shivered, feeling her soft, warm hand. “Wait, let me add a soft drink. Or else you will burn your throat if you drink raw like Mama,” Said Swapna Aunty.

She picked up the Pepsi 2L bottle in her left hand and began to pour the cola into the glass. As she lifted her hand, her saree pallo, which was on her left shoulder, moved sideways, giving me a glimpse of her blouse-cladded left breast. My cock stirred in my shorts and got erect, making a tent.

I shamelessly stared at her breast and her naked midriff as she had tied her saree below her navel. I was watching her navel, tummy and breast rather than seeing my glass being filled up to the brim, diluting the whiskey. “Now drink slowly, sip by sip,” Swapna Aunty said, handing the glass to me.

My fingers lingered on hers for a brief moment. She took her hand away, picked up her glass and began to sip whiskey. Holding the glass, I turned and saw Grandpa looking at me and smiling. He held his glass up as if to say cheers but didn’t. He was watching me and Swapna Aunty and sipping whiskey.

Did Grandpa see me staring at his Daughter-in-law? I wondered. Trying to avoid his gaze, I lifted my glass, and my right elbow brushed Swapna Aunty’s left breast. I panicked and tried to move my arm away from her but couldn’t. She leaned more towards my side.

Now, my elbow was feeling her breast softness. I couldn’t move to the other side as I was sitting at the edge of the cot. When I lowered the glass from my lips, my left elbow touched her tummy skin. I hoped Grandpa was not watching me. But he was and had a naughty smile on his face.

“You have diluted Rahul’s whiskey. He is a man now. Let him drink as he likes. How come you are wearing the mangalasutra today? You used to remove it and come to my room, Swapna,” Grandpa asked.

Swapna Aunty’s face turned red on hearing her Father-in-law. It was an open secret that both daughters-in-law removed their mangalasutra before having sex with Grandpa.

“Mama, Rahul is here, so I thought…..” Swapna Aunty stammered and stopped.

“What if Rahul is here? You know I feel guilty when I see the Mangalasutra on your neck. Remove the chain,” Grandpa ordered Swapna Aunty. The old man can’t sleep without having sex for one night. Is he going to fuck Swapna Aunty after I leave or before me, I wondered.

Nervously, Swapna Aunty pulled her chain from her neck. In the process, her saree pallo fell to her lap, exposing her mammoth blouse-cladded breasts. I stared at her bosom shamelessly. The blouse was too tight for her big melons. I saw the outlines of her bra through the blouse and her massive cleavage.

The upper slopes of her breasts were popping out from the top of her blouse. Seeing me staring at her chest, feeling shy, Swapna Aunty picked up the pallo and covered her blouse from my prying eyes.

“Are you wearing bra Swapna?” Grandpa asked his daughter-in-law without any shame that too in front of me, his Grandson.

Now Swapna Aunty looked terrified and nodded, ‘Yes’ at Grandpa. I saw her feeling nervous and lips shivering with fear. The old bastard was treating his daughter-in-law like a slave. I wondered what he would ask next, and as I expected, he asked the unthinkable.

“I know that both my idiot sons are out at the farmhouse fucking the whores. So don’t hesitate, remove the bra right here,” Grandpa ordered.

Swapna Aunty looked at me with eyes widened and at Grandpa. I felt pity for her. Seeing Grandpa waiting, inserting both her hands under the pallo, she began unhooking her blouse. She pulled her hands from the pallo and took them to her back.

I knew the blouse hooks were opened and she was struggling to reach the bra hook.

“Rahul, help your Aunty to remove the bra,” Now Grandpa ordered me.

“What…..me…..” I stammered, looking at Grandpa and at Swapna Aunty, who was looking confused.

“Yes, you, Rahul. I would have helped her, but I can’t get up,” Grandpa said with anger in his tone.

Terrified, I moved to Swapna Aunty’s back. She pulled the pallo aside, which was on her blouse, giving me a clear view of her back with her blouse hanging loose. With my hands shaking with both fear and excitement, I lifted the undone blouse.

I saw the bra strap hugging her back tightly, making red spots near the bra straps. I felt like caressing her back skin, restrained myself, dug my fingers under the bra straps and tried to unhook it. I was successful on the third attempt, as I was a lousy guy in that department.

All I did was push the bra cups up and bare the tits of my girlfriends. As soon as the bra was unhooked, Swapna Aunty pulled the bra straps from her shoulders by inserting her hands in her blouse.

She pulled the bra out without removing the blouse. She still had the pallo on her bosom, hiding the breasts. She was about to hook her blouse back when the old man stopped her.

“Leave it. You stuff your big breasts in that tight blouse from morning. Let them get some air, at least now. What do you say, Rahul? I saw you are an expert in unhooking bras. How many girlfriends do you have in the US?” Grandpa asked me, and I stumbled.

“Come on. I know you are not a virgin. At your age, I used to fuck thrice a day. I hope you are fucking daily as you are my Grandson,” Grandpa used the word ‘FUCK’ without any shame.

I nervously said, “I get busy in college and internals, Grandpa.”

“I have seen heroines with small breasts in Hollywood movies. Does any of your girlfriends have big ones like Swapna,” Grandpa said looking in my eyes.

I had taken my glass to have a sip, hearing Grandpa, my hand shook. I slipped the whiskey down on my shorts. Keeping the glass down, I tried to wipe the whiskey from my shorts, which were a bit wet. In the process, my cock is more erect, making a tent.

“Poor boy, can’t drink properly. Help Rahul and wipe his shorts, Swapna. Use your pallo as it is cotton. The stains will get dried quickly,” Grandpa ordered his daughter-in-law.

My head spun, and I looked at Swapna Aunty. She was equally confused and terrified hearing the old man. She looked at me helplessly, slowly holding the edge of her saree pallo brought it close to my crotch. I was really confused about my Grandpa’s behaviour tonight.

I was worried that Swapna Aunty would know that I had an erection. I glanced at her chest. I saw her blouse flaps showing her cleavage, which was glistening with her sweat. Her breasts were peeking out from the bottom of the blouse. They had sagged due to their weight in the absence of the bra.

The flaps were covering the breasts with her nipples poking from the thin blouse material. I stared dumbly at her breasts while she wiped my crotch. My cock hardened more due to her touch. Seeing my hard cock inside the shorts, Swapna Aunty stopped rubbing and looked up at me.

Seeing my eyes glued to her breasts, Swapna Aunty gripped my crotch tightly and mouthed, ‘BEHAVE.’ I winced in pain as she was hurting me by holding my cock firmly. All this was happening under the table, and Grandpa was not able to notice it.

With her free hand, she pulled the blouse flaps, closely hiding her cleavage from my prying eyes. Releasing my cock she scrubbed the whiskey stains from the shorts. She lifted her upper torso and covered her open blouse with the pallo.

“Is it ok now, Rahul?” Grandpa asked me, and I nodded. He turned to Swapna Aunty and asked her to fill his glass.

Swapna Aunty poured a large peg and added some ice cubes to the glass. Grandpa, taking a sip, asked me, “Have you seen the big breasts of any Indian ladies, Rahul?”

I was staring down at the tent in my shorts and lifted my head, hearing Grandpa. I looked at Grandpa and Swapna Aunty. He was smiling, seeing me uncomfortable at the question thrown at me. I nodded, ‘NO.’

“I know you have seen Ishani’s small ones in these two days. Would you like to see the big magnificent breasts of a sexy Indian woman?” Grandpa asked me again. I was wondering what he was planning as his questions were always about women.

Swapna Aunty was also getting uncomfortable at the old man’s vulgar dialogues. I kept quiet, not answering the horny, pervert old man.

“So I take it as ‘YES,’” Grandpa said. Turning to his daughter-in-law spoke again, “Will you please show your breasts to my Grandson Swapna?”

I felt like a bomb exploded hearing the old man. How can he ask his daughter-in-law to expose her body to a family member that too who is of her son’s age? Swapna Aunty looked shocked at Grandpa’s request. He was not ordering her this time but requesting her.

“Mama, do you know what you are asking? How can I do that? Rahul is like my son. No, I can’t. Please forgive me,” Swapna Aunty replied angrily and tried to get up.

“Well, I can’t force you, Swapna. I could have asked Mamata to show hers, but they are small. Rahul had already seen hers in the afternoon while we were busy after lunch. I will ask Nandini to show hers, and she is lactating too. Rahul may enjoy seeing the milk dripping. I will gift her the 10-acre farm if she obliges me,” Grandpa said in a plain tone, indirectly offering the olive branch to Swapna Aunty.

Swapna Aunty slumped on the bed hearing the word ’10 acre Farm’. Her hands were clutched tightly, and she stared at Grandpa for a long time.

Finally, she spoke, “How can you do this to me, Mama? I come every day to your room and satisfy you thoroughly, unlike Mamata Didi. She does it halfheartedly just for the sake of the property. Nandini is still a small girl. Rahul is just 2 years older than my son, and they are good friends. What if he tells my son?” She was literally in tears.

“Stop crying, Swapna. I asked you not to order. You can show only if you are comfortable and there is no compulsion. I know how good you satisfy me and there is no second word about it. Don’t worry. You will get your share of the property. You can consider this as a bonus,” Grandpa said.

I was wondering what Swapna Aunty will do now. Will she show me her breasts or not? I was dying to see her big breasts naked and at a close range. Courtesy of my Grandpa, who had planned this very well. I got the answer very quickly.

Swapna Aunty dropped her pallo down to her lap, turning towards me, holding the blouse flaps with her shaking hands. She moved them aside, revealing her gorgeous monster breasts to me. My mouth opened up wide, seeing Swapna Aunty’s mammoth breasts.

They had sagged down a bit due to their sheer weight, but they looked firm. Areolas were large, and so were the nipples which were protruding from the epicentre of the mounds. The nipples were thick, unlike Ishani’s pointy ones and were suckable if she had any milk.

They looked like cow’s udders ready to feed a hungry man. I felt like cupping and milking them, but restrained myself. I wondered what Grandpa had planned next. As I expected came his sermons.

“Aren’t they gorgeous, Rahul? Go on, touch and feel those beauties. Your Aunty won’t mind. Would you Swapna?” Grandpa said, looking at his daughter-in-law.

Swapna Aunty shuddered helplessly and nodded at me uneasily, giving me the green signal. Slowly, I raised both my hands and caressed the slopes of her breasts with my palm. My thumbs lingered on the protruding nipples. The nipples got stiff as I thumbed them.

Aunty’s body shook, and I knew this was one of the sensitive parts that could trigger her. Brought my hands down to the bottom of the breasts, lifted the massive breasts and dropped them down. They shook violently, juggling as they fell due to their sheer weight.

My thumbs were still busy tweaking the nipples. Then I heard another order from my Grandpa.

“Look how her nipples are inviting you. Come on, son, lick and suck those nipples. But you won’t get any milk. They would have fed the whole town when she was lactating during Rohit’s birth. Treat her as your mother and with respect,” Grandpa said.

“Mama, you are asking too much. Ok, I will if you really want,” Said Swapna Aunty held the right nipple in her fingers and looked at me, inviting me to suck her nipple. Staring at her, I opened my lips, and Swapna Aunty placed the nipple between my lips.

I closed my lips on the turgid nipple and sucked gently for a few seconds. My right hand was caressing her tummy. My left hand was still lingering on her left breast, playing with the nipple. I heard Aunty sighing when I pulled the nipple into my mouth, trying to gobble her breast in my mouth as much as I could.

Sucking the spongy breast, wetting it with my saliva, I enjoyed the soft breasts both in my mouth and hand. After a few minutes, I switched to the left breast took the nipple in my mouth and gave the same treatment to it too.

My right hand was pressing the wet right breast. The free left hand was hugging her hips and caressing her back skin. Her back was sweaty, and I wondered if my sucking aroused her.

“Are you erect, Rahul?” came the bomb from Grandpa.

Before I could take my mouth off the nipple and answer Grandpa, Swapna Aunty spoke,  “He is Mama. The minute I sat beside him, I knew he was erect.” There was a naughtiness on her face.

Grandpa laughed loudly and said,” You can make a dead man’s dick erect just by showing off your breasts, Swapna. How can the poor young boy control his urges to see a sexy woman? It must be struggling inside the shorts. Why don’t you release it, Swapna? I want to see my boy’s weapon,” Grandpa said, controlling his laughter.

“Not again, Mama. You are asking me to do all the dirty things with Rahul. Ok, I will do it as I am also curious to see what he has got inside,” Said Swapna Aunty. She brought her hands down to my crotch, trying to find the shorts hook.

What a lucky day, I thought. In the morning, I was dying to see Swapna Aunty’s breasts when she was washing clothes, showing her cleavage. I got to see them but was sucking them, too, courtesy of my Grandpa. As I was busy sucking her erect nipple, Swapna Aunty was busy unhooking my shorts.

She pulled the zipper down, fishing her hands in my briefs, and pulled out my cock. “It’s bigger than your son’s, Mama. I expected it to be small, but it looks ok to me,” Swapna Aunty holding my cock with two fingers trying to gauge the size.

“Damn, I can’t see it. Will you stand up and show me your dick, Rahul?” Grandpa said.

Continued in the next part.

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After three years of sleeping with my professors, principal and even the college trustee (Teacher’s Forceful Submission), I failed one subject in my final exams – English Literature.

Luckily, principal Aadab, who was very close to me, mediated the situation. She called English Literature professor Meghna for some settlement. Professor Meghna, a strict woman of pride and principle, agreed to give me grace marks on the condition that I work as an unpaid intern for her.

I immediately agreed without understanding the conditions. I was just happy to get a degree and get employed immediately. A week passed by after graduating and I had still not started working for Meghna ma’am.

At 5 in the evening, I got a call from her, she said, “Where are you, fucker? Come to my place to start your work. I am messaging you my address.”

“Okay, ma’am. I’m coming right away!”

I left my house immediately and reached her place which was at the other end of the city. It took me more than an hour to reach Meghna Ma’am’s residence. Her house was a cosy 2-BHK apartment. She welcomed me inside and took me to one of the bedrooms, which was her ‘office’ space.

“Ma’am, you never told me what your startup is. What work do I have to do?”

“Umm, ya. But first, stop calling me ma’am. This is a startup. You can call me Meghna.”

“Yes, Meghna, tell me about your startup.”

“Don’t laugh, darling. I always wanted to write novels and be an author. So, I have started writing an adult erotic novel. I want you to read it and improve on it since you were the king of sex in college.”

“So this is like 50 Shades of Grey?”

“Hmm…ya, but with an Indian twist.”

Meghana gave me a laptop with her notes and left me alone in the room. It was already 9 in the night. I asked Meghana if I could leave for the day and work tomorrow morning. She smiled and said, “No baby, your shift is for evening and night. During the day, I am at the college.”

I had no other choice and started reading whatever she had written. Just going through it made me horny, and I badly wanted to sleep with my boss Meghana. I started jerking, thinking about her.

She suddenly entered the room and saw me holding my dig bick. She slapped me hard and said, “What the fuck are you doing? You are supposed to work, not jerk!”

“Sorry, ma’am, your story was so impactful. It made me jerk thinking about you!”

“Darling, I was not going to let you fuck me so easily, but looking at your dick, I must give you a chance.” Meghana quickly latched the door and hugged me and said, “Baby, make your Meghana cum. Missionary or doggy?” I replied, “YES,” and she smiled.

I was quick to remove Meghana’s nighty. She was wearing no underwear. She lay on the bed, waiting for me to do the magic. I was about to put on a condom. She stopped me and said she wanted all-natural sex, and I obliged.

My dick went inside Meghana, and it felt like a big achievement for me. She was the only teacher from my college I had not slept with.

“Darling, go deeper, aah,” She moaned.

“Meghana Ma’am, thank you for having sex with me. I love you.”

“Chutiye, this is only a one-time thing.”

I kept riding Meghana for quite some time and then cum in on her. She enjoyed it, but I could not make her cum. Meghana was a little annoyed and slapped me for not making her cum.

I said, “Darling, give me one more chance. I can make any lady cum when I fuck her doggy style.”

“Sure, let’s do this. But if you can’t make me cum this time, no more sex with me.” That was the motivation I needed.

Meghana and I shared our first kiss. It felt awkward for a 22-year-old boy to share a kiss with his 36-year-old teacher/boss. But the world is filled with such awkward relationships.

I gently removed Meghana’s rubber band and opened her hair. Her brown-coloured, wavy hair was so perfect to put my hands on and caress. Meghana’s boobs were like melons, firm but soft. I enjoyed sucking them. By this time, Meghana was all wet and ready for the action.

I touched Meghana’s feet and took her blessing for successful sex and also licked the legs in the process. Meghana bent over the study table, giving me access to her pussy. I quickly entered her pussy and started gently going in and out.

I took her long, wavy hair and started riding her like she was my horse. I could sense that she was enjoying it by her moans which were quite loud.  She was moaning so loudly that her husband, who was sleeping in the next room, came and knocked on the door.

To reduce the moaning noise, I stuffed Meghna’s nighty in her mouth and continued fucking her. She, too, was enjoying it. Her husband left after hearing no noise.

“Do you like it, Meghna?”

“I am loving it, baby. I am cumming. I am cumming.”

Meghna came when my dick was still inside her. I could see the satisfaction on her face. She moved ahead and removed my dick from her. She bent over and ordered me to give her a facial. I obliged and came on her face. She licked some and then went to the bathroom to wash her face.

After coming back from the bathroom, her face was glowing. Meghna smiled and said, “I was a fool to not fuck you earlier. But anyways now I have you whenever I want since you are working for me. I love you, my sex boy!”

“I love you too, my sexy lady boss.”

She smiled, put on her nightie, and said, “Tomorrow, be present at 6 over her and start working. We will have sex at night from 10-11 till midnight. Then your working time ends.”

“Okay, ma’am”

Before leaving, she handed me a thousand rupees and said, “This is for the good times you gave me. Now go before I fuck you again!” We kissed goodbyes, and I left her house.

Anyways, It was late at night, and I headed home on my bike. During the ride I was thinking about Meghna and our growing love. I went home and slept with my maid, Sejalben. (read my story Chachiji MMS). She had been eagerly waiting for me the whole day.

What happens next between my lady boss Meghna and me? Read the upcoming stories to know more.