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Hi, Madhan here, a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments on my previous story, ‘Meaty wife’s Desperation at the Swimming Pool.’Looking to connect with Pleasure-seeking girls/ladies/couples. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed.

Everything began with Riya’s irritation and frustration. It had been around six months since she moved to Bangalore from Delhi. In her five years of work life, these past six months had been her most challenging days.

Riya was a pretty, fair-looking girl in her mid-20s. Given her beauty, anyone could guess that she would have a loving boyfriend. She left her boyfriend and hometown for a higher-paying job in Bangalore, hoping for a fresh start. But instead, the pressure only increased with each passing day.

Despite her impressive skills, Riya felt overwhelmed by the demands of her new workplace. Her boss’s lingering glances and subtle sexual advances made her very uncomfortable. Also, many colleagues—some even married—looked at her with desire.

She had always been accustomed to this desire-filled attention. But in this new environment, it felt stifling rather than flattering. In Delhi, she had the warmth of her family during the weekdays and the companionship of her boyfriend on weekends.

Now, the solitude of her apartment echoed with her loneliness. The vibrant city around her only highlighted her isolation. She found herself longing for the connection she once had. As the days turned into weeks, Riya began to explore her bodily feelings in secret.

Riya felt a mix of frustration and yearning. She wanted to embrace her desires but was held back by her upbringing. Riya yearned for her delicate boobs to be squeezed and sucked. She wanted her lips to be kissed, her tongue to be sucked dry. It was a delicate dance between who she was and who she wanted to be.

With every glance from her boss and every flirtatious comment from colleagues, her internal conflict deepened. Would she continue to suppress her feelings, or was it time to explore the hidden aspects of her identity?

Riya invited her boyfriend to Bangalore several times, mainly to fulfil her bodily desires more than her emotional connection. Her boyfriend fulfilled her cravings very passionately with long kisses, hard squeezes, and loud moan-filled bangs.

However, it had been three months since his last visit. She hadn’t invited him again after their last time together, where she felt unsatisfied and disconnected.

Despite her affection for him, she realized that he wasn’t meeting her huge pussy tearing fuck desires in the way she needed. This realization weighed heavily on her.

Her boyfriend felt slightly annoyed by her distant thoughts. But the love never disappeared. They continued to enjoy love talks and a few sex talks over video calls.

At Bangalore, some days, she felt like dipping her fiery desires by surrendering her soft body to her boss. Somedays, she thought of surrendering her body to one of her colleagues, Harish. Harish was cute and had always watched her with bulged eyes.

Riya knew by her heart that she could have any man she wanted in Bangalore. However, Riya always believed in the ethics of not involving in physical relationships at the workplace. She fulfilled her cravings with some nude video calls with her boyfriend and by keeping herself busy with work.

During her boyfriend’s unavailability for her sex talks/dirty video calls, she self-pleasured watching porn and reading erotica online. During one of the long holiday weekends, her boss expected her to work on holidays and wanted results.

Riya wanted some relaxation. She thought of a lovely ride with her boyfriend. But he was too far to fulfill her thoughts. She thought at least he could speak to her and soothe her frustration. But right at that moment, her boyfriend was in his native and had limited his talks.

That’s the day she texted me. The first few messages were exciting while introducing each other. She needed an anonymous, friendly nature ride. I agreed to a bike ride and suggested Nandi Hills. She again clarified that it would be just a ride, some nice food, and byes, no more.

The morning of our ride arrived. The meeting spot was Hebbal and the timing was 05 A.M. Riya was a mix of excitement and nervousness. I was awe-struck, Riya a 5.5 ft tall milky skin beauty. She had a round, chubby-cheeked face with a thin-rimmed glass.

A small nose and full, thick, juicy lips. She had a soft curvy body with a perfectly shaped around 36-sized boobs. The round shape of her boobs emanated from her grey-coloured buttoned shirt. Her ass cheeks were spongy, round, and inviting to be squeezed in her tight black chino pants.

I controlled my excitement and felt sad about the missed opportunity. She needed only a nice drive, food, and byes no more. “Hey!” she greeted me with a bright smile with the milky white teeth. I could sense a hint of tension behind it.
“Hey! Ready for the ride?” I replied, trying to match her energy.

I handed her the helmet. She climbed the bike and sat comfortably. She sat with just a hand on my shoulder, keeping her body away from my back. We set off towards Nandi Hills. The cool breeze whipped through us, and for a moment, Riya seemed to forget her worries.

She laughed at the thrill of the ride. “Thanks for agreeing to this,” she said, breaking the comfortable silence. “I really needed to get away from everything.”

“Anytime,” I replied. “We all need a break sometimes. It’s good to unwind.” The bike picked up pace around 5 kilometres into our ride. I felt a jolt when her soft body pressed onto my chest, especially her round boobs squeezing tight onto my back.

“I wanted to hug,” she whispered almost melodically. “Hmmm. Ahhh,” she sighed. I reduced the pace of my bike and replied, making eye contact with her, “It’s my pleasure. Hold onto me tighter.” I nudged her by moving slightly backwards and said, “Don’t let any air come between us.”

Riya smiled, slightly pinching my hips before circling her arms around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. My half-active dick inside my jean turned thick and hard, trying to poke out. Her body continued to remain squeezed onto me until I stopped near a tender coconut shop.

She spoke very comfortably. I flirted with her and joked around. After the coconut drink, we continued our ride into the Nandi hills. As we arrived at Nandi Hills, the view was breathtaking, and we parked the bike to take it all in.

Riya slid her hand into mine, her small, cold fingers entwining. We strolled like lovebirds along the ridge of the hills. We found a cosy spot to sit. The world below was shrouded in mist. The sun slowly climbed the horizon, casting a warm, reddish glow across the landscape.

I felt a connection building between us. She buried her face against my shoulder, relishing the weather while her fingers remained entwined with mine. The atmosphere felt charged with potential. I noticed Riya stealing glances at me, her expression a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

I gently rubbed her hair, enjoying this serene moment together. She opened up about her life in Bangalore—her struggles at work, the loneliness she felt, and the frustrations of a relationship that seemed to be drifting.

The more she talked, the more I could sense the weight she carried, the desire to explore her identity and her needs.

“I just feel… stuck sometimes,” she confessed, her voice softening. “Like there’s so much more I want to experience, but I don’t know how.”

Her honesty struck a chord with me. “It’s okay to feel that way,” I said gently. “Exploring yourself can be a journey. It’s important to understand what you want.”

Riya smiled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Yet, beneath her laughter was an unspoken yearning. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if she let her guard down. She looked at me, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes.

That’s when I gave the idea, “I feel sad to end our ride like this. If chance is given, I love to kiss your honey lips and would have fucked you madly.” She only smiled and tightened her grip on my hands. The intoxicating aroma of her fragrance wrapped around us like a warm embrace.

Upon returning to the parking, before climbing the bike, I said, “I am dying to taste your juicy, full, rosy lips.” She blushed and never replied. We drove to a nearby food corner and finished our breakfast. After breakfast, she gave a green signal, “You can kiss me. But how?”

She glanced around the surroundings and put a break to my imagination by saying, “Just a kiss han? Not more than that.” I started the bike, and she climbed behind me. I turned around and told her, “I could not stop myself by just kissing. My dick won’t stop there. It’s better I drop you back.”

On the ride back, she kept her body away not hugging for some distance. After the toll, she hugged me and hissed, “You can fuck me. Take me to a nice place and fuck me, Madhan.” She squeezed her body much harder into my back with her words, “Can you fuck and eat me like your stories hard and loud?”

I did not answer. She asked again, “Can you Madhan? I will eat your cock till my mouth gags. Take me soon.” That’s when I took a diversion after the airport into the village. I parked the bike in front of a resort in the village. I asked, “Be ready to leak all the juices, Riya.”

She teased me, “Oh really, let’s see how well you can fuck me.”

Part 2 with the hard drilling soon.

Thank you, all ISS readers.

This is A. This story is about a fateful day when a cherry popped up. I thought of posting it here as I feel this was one of the best I had, while the story keeps going on. But this is about the first day when every piece fell into place for both of us to lose ourselves to our true nature.

I shifted to Ahmedabad a few months ago and started swiping on dating websites. I swiped a girl whose bio was about how she likes to explore different cities and food. She was looking decent with the right amount of flesh at the right part of her body. She was a bit chubby and looked sexy.

So, when the chat started on the first day of the chat, she was not very active. I asked her if we could meet, and she agreed, saying, “It is a very crazy idea as we don’t even know each other”. At the same time, I told her, “Let’s try this crazy idea, and let’s see if we vibe”.

As the next day was a Saturday, we met around 4:30 pm in a cafe and started talking. We started well, and the topic moved to how boring life has been in Ahmedabad and the hot weather here. I asked her if she minded coming to my flat and we could have dinner together while watching something on OTT.

She suggested instead that we could go to her flat and do the same, and so we went to her flat. When we entered she said she would like to wear something comfortable and come back. It was a 1bhk flat and AC was in the bedroom. She asked me to wait in the drawing room while she went to change into the bedroom. Once done she called me in. I could use some AC as it was too hot outside.

Once in, I asked her what she liked to cook and what she liked to watch. We settled on that we would cook later and started watching a series. While sitting together, our arms touched, and she changed from a tank top and jeans to a one-piece that ended on the thighs. Her thighs were thick and milky white and also seemed freshly waxed.

I ran my hand on her thighs and she looked interested. I love the girls who don’t play the pretend game and come directly to the subject. Then I pressed her thighs gently and she leaned on me.

She turned towards me and offered her lips. I teased her lips a bit and started with dry and short smooches. Every time it started to build to something intense I used to withdraw. That frustrated her, and finally, she got hold of my head, pressed in against her lips, and smooched me hard. While my hands were busy exploring her melons.

She had her bra on and had a boob size of 34d. I got hold of the left nipple and pressed it until it became too painful. She broke the kiss and looked at me with pain. That was the moment I told her it was going to be this way for the rest of the day. She said she might not be into it. I asked her to bear it even if it was painful.

She agreed and took my other hand, and kept on the right boob. Now the laptop was put on one side and she was already sitting on me. My dick was hard and pressing against her pussy. She was rubbing her pussy on it and I was playing with her melons and making small smooches in between.

Then I took both my hands and lifted her dress and put my hand on her ass. She had a huge ass. I started with a hard spank on her left ass with my right hand. The sound of spank was amazing and it felt so good spanking a big booty. I did it a few more times and she seemed to have accepted her fate.

Then I realized she was not wearing her panty, and I started looking for her asshole, and it was found without any effort. This all was happening while I was smooching her and sucking her melons. My one hand was busy exploring her asshole and the other was busy with her boob. And I was slapping her and her boobs. She looked angry. She said I couldn’t slap her. Spanking was ok, but she would not allow me to slap her. I didn’t say anything and continued with whatever I was doing.

Now, I put my middle finger in her asshole and she left a painful sigh. She said, “Not ass, try my pussy”.

A: Pussy is easy, let’s start with ass.

P: No, You can’t do anything to my ass. Instead, I want you to do whatever you want with my pussy, please.

A: Ok, take my hand and put it in your pussy.

P did that.

A: Now, bring your hand and put your middle finger inside while I put one. Let’s finger your pussy together.

P did that.

After just a couple of minutes, it turned out to be an intense affair. She was now constantly moaning and violently fingering her.

A: Don’t cum.

P: Fuck you.

A: Don’t cum, or else I will fuck your ass whether you like it or not.

P: Shut up. Keep fingering.

I  held her hand and stopped fingering, took her hand out.

P: Sister-fucker, don’t stop. Please fuck me.

A: No.

Then I held her hair with one hand and held both of her hands on the back with another. She did try to get herself free but failed. Then I said, “I get to decide what happens next”.

P: What do you want from me?

A: Everything.

P: Then take everything. Why stop in between?

A: We haven’t started. How do you expect me to start with a fuck. We even haven’t undressed each other.

P: Please fuck and stop giving bullshit.

Then I freed her and asked her to get up and go down from the bed. While I held her hand and got down from bed with her, I took off her clothes. She had a big ass with thick thighs and thicket pussy lips. I had never touched such thick pussy lips. I asked her to kneel, which she did. By the time she adjusted, I held her head and put my dick on her lips. She was quick and took it in without wasting any time.

She started making it a sloppy affair by pressing her boobs on dick in between. Then she held her boobs and brought them close to the dick. Then I took my dick and started rubbing it on her face, nipple, under the arm (I never knew girls liked to do that), and then she stood up and rubbed it on her pussy lips.

Whoever reading this, there is absolutely nothing that comes close to seeing someone taking your dick in her mouth while looking at you with begging eyes. Nothing. I held her head and shoved my dick inside her mouth and she gagged. Then I slapped her. She got angry and I slapped her again. This time she smiled.

When she smiled, I gave her a pack on her cheek. Now I pulled her by holding her hair, she played along, she came up and we started smooching like mad dogs. She was so fucking hot and she started smooching so hard that it was difficult for me to even inhale. I liked every second of it.

While smooching, I kept spanking her. Now, instead of making an angry face, she started moaning more and more with every spank. And It kind of took me to figure out how hard she could bear. I kept spanking her hard and, in between, even slapped her a few times. She would smile and get back to work.

Now, again I grabbed her hair and put my two fingers in her pussy while keeping one of her legs on the bed and one on the ground and started fingering her violently. She seemed to have lost all control of her body and submitted to me. She was just moaning and making lusty faces.

It seemed that she was about to come and I started fingering her even more violently.

P: Tear my pussy.

A: You have to wait.

P: Don’t stop, keep going.

P then brought her leg, which was on the bed, to the ground, pressed my fingers tightly in between her legs, and started vibrating.

P: It’s fun.

We both smiled. She was about to sit on the bed. I again grabbed her hair and asked her to keep standing on the ground. And she did just like I said. No drama, no nothing.

Then I took out my fingers from her pussy and put it in her mouth, and she started licking it with her heart’s desire. She licked it clean. Then she looked at me and smiled.

I slapped her. She smiled. I spanked her. She made a lusty face. Then she started caressing my dick, knelt, and took it in her mouth. All of a sudden, she took it out and started licking my balls. She took one ball in her mouth and started licking it violently with her tongue. I also started fucking her mouth with my balls. One by one, I started putting my balls in her mouth and took it out.

After 15 odd minutes and hundreds of slaps, she got up, and bent on the bed in doggy style, kept one of her hands on the bed, and with the second one, she spread her pussy lips and started rubbing it. I just stood there and watched it. A girl rubbing her pussy in a doggy position has to be the best thing you can watch a girl do for you.

Then I moved close and held my dick, and without any ado, I drowned my dick in her pussy. As it was slippery, it went in smoothly. Then I took out the whole thing and gave a hard push. She now came to the rhythm. She took her hand and kept it on the bed. I didn’t like it. I gave a hard spank and brought her left hand and kept it on her lower back. Then I took her right hand, kept it on top of her left, and held both of her hands by my left hand.

Now, her face was buried on the bed and pussy was being fucked by me. She was moaning as if there was no tomorrow. But I was not able to hear her moans. I took my right, grabbed her hair, and lifted her head by pulling her hair. She screamed. But there was nothing she could do. The dick and pussy were churning and there were constant moans from her mouth.

She begged me to let go of her hair. And I did. When I did, her head fell on the bed. I took my left leg and kept it on her head while my right leg was still on the ground, and the dick was in action. She was moaning. Then she turned her head left while my foot was on her head. I took my leg and kept it on my side, and gave her toes to suck. She started sucking it like a baby sucks it’s mother nipples.

This went on for 15-20 minutes and then we changed the position. She came on top of me and started riding me. While riding me, she held both her boobs and kept riding me.

P: Aah ahh..Fuck me. Don’t stop. Mmmm, don’t stop. Ahh, harder! Harder!

It was amazing to be there and be with someone who matches your idea of things and actually delivers it. She did no drama and kept doing the stuff that was there to be done. She did not even once try pretending or playing shy. The truth was I never met someone in my life till now who was so awesomely sexually compatible and yet came with zero drama.

I was high on sex as fuck and she was not going to slow down any time soon. Then I started pounding her from the bottom, and she started again making lusty faces and moaning. This time, she was not only moaning. she started taking my name with every thrust.

She again started squeezing my dick between her legs and fell on me. Then she rested there for 2 minutes and asked me –

P: Are you done?

A: No, help me get it done.

P: What do I do?

A: Take it in your mouth.

P then went down and took the whole thing in one go and I lost it. I started fucking her mouth as if I was fucking a pussy. I started fucking her mouth hard. She stopped me and told me-

P: It’s my fucking mouth not my pussy. Don’t kill me.

Then I grabbed her hair and put the dick back in her mouth.

P: Sloppy. Sloppy. Slurp.

I held her hair and took my dick out and put my balls in her mouth. Then I started fucking her with my balls while holding my dick with my right hand and her hair with my left hand.

Finally, I cummed. When I cummed, my sperm went into her eyes, her nose, her mouth, some fell on her boobs. Then I took one of my fingers and slid down all my cum from her face and dropped it in her mouth. Then I slid down on her boobs and collected all cum, and put it in her mouth.

Once done, I put all my fingers one by one in her mouth, and she licked it clean. She sucked it like her mouth had in a build vacuum. Then for the final time, I slapped her. It was one hell of a sex. After that, she went to the bathroom to clean herself, and then I did. It was time for me to leave but we sat for a while without saying anything.

P: It was good.

A: Yes, it was.

P: Wanted someone to tear my pussy.

A: Wanted to tear someone’s pussy.

P: Next Sunday?

A: Yes.

P: Anything you want me to do?

A: Prepare your ass.

P: We already discussed, ass is out of the question. It’s not happening.

A: Ok. Then there is nothing to be done.

P: You sure?

A: No.

P: Why do you want it in the ass?

A: Because I can.

P: What if it hurts?

A: Slaps, Did it hurt?

P: Yes.

A: Want one more?

P: Silence.

A: Want one more?

P: Yes.

A: Ass.

P: Yes.

We smooched like mad dogs. Her boobs were kneaded like it was some silicon packets. Then slapped on boobs.

P: Don’t slap on boobs.

A: Slaps.

P: Please.

I spread her legs and slapped her pussy.

P: Mmmm.

A: Another slap on the cheek?

P: Mmm.

A: Slaps on boobs?

P: There is no stopping for you. Right?

A: Why stop?

P: You can’t keep slapping me as and when you like it.

A: Yes, you are right (Spanks. Spanks again).

Then we both dressed and started to move to the door. I stopped at the door and started smooching while I grabbed her ass tightly. It went on for 2 minutes, and we parted.

A: Ok. Gonna leave. Bye. Slaps her on her cheek.

P smiled.

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Hello everyone, I am Kush a typical Gujarati guy. I belong to the southern part of Gujarat, very close to Mumbai. The story that I am about to share is about my love/sexual incident that happened between me and Shruti. It is going to be a long story, so please be patient.

Talking about Shruti, she was my senior batch-mate while I was pursuing my PG in Mumbai. Shruti was a very introverted and shy kind of girl when I first met her. She was 6 months ahead of my course, but we generally used to have lectures together. Anybody who sees Shruti for the first time would never find her attractive, she always used to dress very decently and never used to wear any kind of revealing clothes.

None of my batchmates had ever shown any interest in her. Nobody used to flirt with her or any kind of a thing. She was the only girl in my class so everyone treated her with respect. I tried to be friends with her and started with small talk. Even she responded well as I was the smartest in my batch and technically very strong.

We started talking a lot during lectures and after the lectures. I kind of liked her decency. She was not that attractive maybe because she always wore decent clothes, loose kurtis, loose t-shirts, and shirts. Till then, I never had any kind of sexual attraction towards her I always had a soft spot for her.

Every evening after college, I used to make sure that I completed my work with her so that I could walk with her to the railway station. She knew that I was getting close to her but she never minded that. Even she started to like my company.

One day, we had an Industrial visit around Mumbai, so we all met there. It was raining throughout the day and in the evening when we completed the visit, it was time to leave. So we all started walking toward the railway station. While walking, everyone planned to visit a nearby shopping mall. I saw my senior Shurti’s face, she was in no mood to go there, so she signaled me no and told me that she wanted to go home. She insisted me to come along with her.

We both reached the railway station and took the first local. As it was peak hours in Mumbai, it was overcrowded. When we boarded the train, we both stood near the corner and let the crowd aside. The train was so packed that I and Shruti I both came too close to each other. I could smell the sweet perfume that she had put on. We both were standing like a couple, and everyone around us was looking at us as if we were a couple. I was trying hard to not let the crowd push get to Shruti, I was kind of protecting her.

Shruti was watching me do all this and was enjoying everything.

While we both were about to get off the train, I told Shruti to stand in front and I was holding her from her belly. As the station arrived, a huge push from behind came and my hand went onto Shruti’s breasts. I accidently pressed them very hard because I had nothing to take support of or else I could have fallen down. At that very moment, I felt the softness of her boobs. They felt so big, I had never imagined that.

As soon as we got down and looked at each other, I saw Shurti’s face. She was giving me a strange look. I instantly told her, “I am so sorry, I didn’t do that for a purpose” and tried to explain the situation. But she understood me and calmed me down by saying, “It’s ok baba, I can understand.”

After that, we both came a bit closer and there was a strange bond developing between us as days passed.

Many times, I asked my senior Shruti for a lunch date. But she always changed the topic and refused it. After that train incident, I started to observe her body well. I used to imagine her boobs, her nipples, the color of the nipples, etc. I used to look at her bra straps etc. I started lusting on her body and used to masturbate thinking of her a lot. I always imagined her boobs and sucking those cute boobs.

There was a lot of tension building inside me. I was very confused about my feelings, I didn’t exactly know if I was getting in love with her or if it was just lust that was building inside me.

One fine day, we were attending a lecture, Shruti was sitting just next to me and today she was looking very cute in a grey shirt and black formal pants. I looked at her and told her to look in my book.

As she looked at my book, I started writing, “You look cute today.” Then she looked at me and blushed and smiled at me. Then she took the pen from me and wrote, “Thanks, dear.”

I again took the pen and wrote, “I deserve a lunch date today, please.”

She again gave me a look and she wrote “Ok, only because you are the only one who compliments me.”

I was so happy that I started smiling. She again took the pen and wrote, “Stop smiling, idiot, I don’t want anybody to know about this.”

Then we acted like nothing happened and finished the lecture.

It was lunchtime, so we both sneaked out and reached a nearby coffee shop. Shruti looked happy, and she knew what was cooking in my head. We ordered coffee and some snacks. I told Shruti, “Thanks for saying yes to the date”

Shruti suddenly asked me, “Kush, what’s up with you?”

I asked her, “In what sense?”

She told me that she had been noticing me since that train incident and told me that I had been behaving weirdly since then.

Then I told her frankly that I was very confused about the feeling that I had for her. She was listening to me very patiently to everything I said. During the conversation, she told me that even though she liked me was attracted to me and had noticed me since the first day we met each other.

We both accepted that we were physically and emotionally attracted to each other. We were constantly looking at each other’s eyes. We both didn’t know what exactly it was lust or love, but it was getting deeper and deeper.

As days passed, we got closer and closer. We used to skip lectures and roam around in Mumbai as couples. I started touching her around and she never hesitated about it. I used to feel her bra strap above her t-shirt, I use to feel her belly, her ass and slowly I started touching her boobs whenever I got a chance. Shruti knew everything I was doing but she didn’t mind that at all. She was enjoying the attention that I was giving to her body.

We started talking dirty with each other and shared what are the things that we liked about each other. I told her I wanted to see her boobs to which she was not willing, but she told me that she would show me that in person and not send an image.

One day, we both were sitting in the library and working on the assignment. Shruti was wearing a plain white shirt and black pants. I told her to open 2 buttons of her shirt as there was nobody around. She hesitated at first but then she looked everywhere to see no one was noticing us. She then opened the buttons. I started peeping inside the shirt. I instantly got a hard-on looking at her cleavage.

Shruti had 34 d-sized boobs. She was wearing a white non-padded bra, she never used to wear a padded bra. I could see the bra had some flower designs on it. My dick was screaming from inside to let out. She saw me getting unconformable and tilted her head and looked at my penis bulge. I was holding her hand and feeling her palm, she smiled at me, and to my surprise, she then took her left hand and placed it on my pants and started feeling the dick over the pants.

The library was very silent, we couldn’t talk much. So we started whispering.

Me: Shruti, I can’t control more, it’s paining now.

Shruti: Enjoy, there is nothing more we can do now.

Me: Please take your hands off my dick, else my dick with come out tearing my pants.

Shruti: Shut up!!

We were actually seated in a corner but facing everyone. There was a wall behind us. We could see everyone but the table was built such that only our feet were visible to everyone.

Suddenly, my senior girl started unzipping my pants. I was wearing tight jeans and it was not easy for her to unzip it.

Shruti: Open the damn zip!!

Me: Please stop, somebody might see us.

Shruti gave me an angry look and with a 2-second pause, I immediately unzipped my pants. She then told me to unbutton my pants too. As I did, the cool breeze from the AC touched my dick. It felt great and also, I was relieved from the erection pressure. Shruti was smiling looking at my face. She then pulled down my underwear and hooked it in below my testis.

Both my testis bulged out and she was feeling them with her fingers. Shruti started teasing me with her fingers, I was amazed by this action and was thinking how kinky this girl was and how decent she looked.

Me: Please don’t tease me more, I can’t control anymore.

Shruti: I want you to gather some more semen inside the testis factories, so let me do that.

Shruti was teasing me and building up more pressure in my testis so that when I ejaculated I released too much semen.

She then slowly started stroking my dick. She put two fingers in her mouth and used her saliva for better lubrication. All this while, I was facing down towards my book so that I could hide my expressions while Shruti was constantly looking at my face and enjoying me getting teased.

She also started talking dirty with me, she was saying words like, “Come on baby, you think I am a typical decent girl who knows nothing? I know how much lust you have for me. Show me how far you can resist this.”

Shruti knew how much I loved her boobs, so she started saying –

Shruti: My nipples are light brown in color, the kind of nipples you like the most, you lusty fellow. Imagine sucking those boobies with your lips on it.

I was imagining everything that she was saying and I was having a hell moment there. She started stroking me faster and faster. When she realized I was about to cum, she just took away her hand from my dick and slapped my dick 2-3 times. Then she pressed my testis very hard. I was making a very hard fist on the table to show her that it was paining. All I could do was give her a look to stop it.

Shruti had decided she would go ruthless on me today. She again started stroking with all the dirty talks with it.

Shruti: You will remember this for your life, you lusty fellow. You will cum only when I want your cum. Your dick is in my control now.

Me: Please Shruti, just let me cum, my testis is paining now.

I was having mixed feelings, I was in terrible pain and too much pleasure too. Finally, when I saw the time on my mobile, I told her, “It is 4:25 pm. Shruti, everyone will leave now, please let me jerk off.”

Finally, she started stroking me faster and faster, and at a point, I reached the climax of the scenario. I felt like I was about flood the whole library with my cum, an immense amount of pressure was building inside my dick. Then she made a last stroke, my fisting on my dick very hard and I squirted all my cum. I felt like my soul passed away while I was ejaculating. The sound, “Ah….!!” came from inside me. Shruti was looking at me with such satisfaction that I shot for about 5-6 times.

Shruti was shocked to see the amount of semen that came from my dick. Her whole wrist was covered with my semen. For a moment, she kept her hand on my dick and I kept my head down on the table and was recovering from what had just happened. My forehead was wet with my sweat, my whole body was shaking. I felt like I came back from a marathon.

Shruti: Dude, do you have a factory inside? Do you even know the amount of semen you have taken out?

Me: You only wanted it. Now, enjoy.

She took my handkerchief and started to wipe everything out.

Shruti: How did you feel?

Me: I was in a different dimension.

Shruti: Don’t take me for granted, it’s just the beginning.

Me: What’s more to come?

Shruti: You will lick me to my climax non-stop.

Me: Right now?

Shruti: Not now, we will plan someday.

After some time, everyone started leaving the library.

Me: I want to suck those nipples.

Shruti: Not that easily, first you have to get me to a climax and only then you will get those boobs. Till then you will have to wait.

Me: But how and when?

Shruti: That you need to figure out.

That night, I texted her and thanked her again for the best handjob of my life.

Thanks a lot for the patience guys, that’s all for this part, I assure you that I will surely post the next part where I will tell you how I fucked her and made her cry for my dick.

I look forward to your comments and feedback. Please send me emails on my email id [email protected]

Dear Readers, we are back with the top 10 stories of the month after a long time. Here is a list of stories that made your dicks erect and pussies wet in September 2024. Enjoy!

1) Son’s lust for his innocent mom Sima

By: boyyy12

One of my college classmates told me about masturbation. Read how I entered the adulthood world with that and also developed lust toward my mom.

‘My feelings for her got intensified. Now, I started seeing her in a dirty manner. In the night when she used to sleep, I started putting my legs on her thighs and trying to come as close to her as possible. Meanwhile, I also started cuck feelings for her on the chat sites.’Read the entire story here.

2) Wife’s friend became my personal trainer

By: theunskilledlovemaker

Aman met his wife’s friend Radhika at a party, and she agreed to become his trainer. The workout got intimate during one of their morning gym sessions.

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

3) Falling for my best friend’s mom – Part 1

By: siddharthwrites

After accidentally witnessing the sexual encounter of my friend’s parents, I started lusting for my friend’s mom. Read how I tried to seduce that hot milf.

‘I sneakily peeked inside and saw Mr. Sharma struggling with something. Sunita was lying on the bed with her phone while Mr. Sharma was in his underwear. I waited a little longer and it made me realize that maybe Mr. Sharma was trying to get his dick hard.’Read the entire story here.

4) Fucked and satisfied my mom

By: anandkumar2

My mother caught me masturbating and was impressed by my big dick. Then how I fucked her hot pussy and big ass, learn in this hot sex story.

‘Then I removed my dress and told her to remove her dress. She unpinned her saree and started removing it. She was standing with her black bra and petticoat. I got fully erect and I told her to remove her remaining clothes. She was standing nude in front of her own son and asked if I would love her body.’Read the entire story here.

5) College tour with sexy English teacher to remember for life time

By: hanrry33

A trip to Sundarbans was planned for our batch students. Read about the sexual intercourse that I had with my hot teacher Suman during the trip.

‘She rubbed my thighs for 2-3 minutes, and her hand slowly reached my pubic area. She grabbed my semi-erect dick! Oh, I was about to moan, but she put her other hand in my mouth so that I couldn’t make any sound. This act made me so horny that my dick started growing inside my pants.’Read the entire story here.

6) Hot housewife seduced by husband’s enemy – Part 1

By: eroticking

My husband wanted me to look very sexy at a party because he wanted to make his office rival Yogesh feel jealous. Read how his handsome rival seduced me!

‘This guy was evil. I turned slowly towards him as he was fixing a drink for himself. I started to unbutton the jacket. All the buttons were off and he now had a view of my beautiful navel through the transparent saree.’Read the entire story here.

7) Horny, unsatisfied milf became satisfied

By: yami

I met a married Indian milf while traveling on a bus in Bengaluru. Learn the erotic things happened between us after she caught me staring at her boobs.

‘After a mind-blowing blowjob from her mouth, she started to give me a boob-job with her big boobs. After some time, I said I couldn’t control it any longer. I was about to cum. The married woman started to give a blowjob.’Read the entire story here.

8) I fucked my slut mother

By: anandkumar2

I came home early from college and saw my mom getting fucked by a shopkeeper. Find out how it changed my feeling toward her and what happened next.

‘Then I made her hold my cock in her hands and started to press her boobs. She was responding and started to moan a little. Then I started to kiss her on her lips gently. She was also a good kisser. I told her to remove her dress. She did and became fully nude.’Read the entire story here.

9) Filled my mom’s ass with my cum

By: anandkumar2

My mom saw me masturbating and started touching her pussy. Learn how I fucked her hot pussy and tight ass and satisfy her unsatisfied lust.

‘We both went to my room. I lay on my bed and started to push my dick to and fro. She was standing in front of me and removing her saree. She was in her black bra and petticoat. I told her to become fully nude. Then she removed her petticoat and bra.’Read the entire story here.

10) My mom Usha and her boss

By: rocky19

My mom’s boss used to come to our house and I was unaware about the reason. Read how I tried to find out and saw them fucking each other.

‘The boss made my mom sit on the sofa, spread her legs, and started licking her wet pussy while fingering it. She was pulling his head closer to her pussy. Meanwhile, she was biting her lips. He now stood up and rubbed his dick on her pussy entrance and entered her slowly.’Read the entire story here.

Is your favourite story on this list? You can enjoy it once again and even share it with your friends and partner. They can also get horny along with you!

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.

The old man wanted to see my cock, which was small compared to his monster. I wanted to run away as I knew I would be humiliated by my 8-inch. Swapna Aunty pulled the nipple from my mouth and prodded me to get up to display my cock to my Grandpa.

I got up and stood on the bed, and my throbbing cock swung around, pre-cum drops dripping to the bed. The shorts fell to my feet, and the briefs were still near my ass. Swapna Aunty, holding the waistband of the briefs, pulled it down.

In the process, my cock grazed her face coating her nose, cheeks and lips with pre-cum. Holding the briefs and shorts, she looked at me. “Lift your legs, Rahul,” Swapna Aunty said. Her tongue snaked out, tasting my pre-cum, which was on her lower lip.

Ishani had said that Swapna Aunty was very wild in bed when fucking Grandpa, whereas Mamata Aunty was timid. I wondered why she was acting like a pious lady when Grandpa asked her to show me her breasts. We can’t understand women as wise men say.

I lifted my legs, and she removed the clothes from my feet. I was standing naked in just a T-shirt in front of Grandpa and Aunty.

“It is big compared to both my sons. Is it bigger than your son, Swapna?” Grandpa said, eyeing my cock.

“I haven’t seen Rohit’s, so I can’t tell Mama,” Swapna Aunty hissed in anger.

“Don’t get angry, Swapna. I just asked about both of my Grandsons. Can you take Rahul’s fully in your mouth? I know you can. Just give it a try,” Grandpa asked his daughter-in-law to mouth me.

Swapna Aunty looked at Grandpa with mixed emotions. I wondered if she was going to oblige and take me in her mouth. No girl had ever taken me fully in their mouth. I wished she would take it down her throat.

“You are asking me to be slut for your Grandson. I have come halfway, and I can’t turn back. I will fulfil your pervert wish, but don’t forget about the gift deed, Mama,” Said Swapna Aunty. She kneeled before me and brought her lips close to the cockhead.

She swirled her tongue on the piss slit, tasting my pre-cum and thoroughly licked the mushroom head. Keeping my hand on her head, I waited for her to take my cock inside her warm mouth. With both her hands on my buttocks, eyes staring up at me, Swapna Aunty took my cock inside her mouth inch by inch.

My cock got smeared with her saliva. Her warm mouth made my cock stiffen more which made to open her mouth widen to accommodate it. She didn’t stop till the head hit the back of her throat. Her lips brushed my pubic hairs.

I wondered at the way she took all of my 8 inches inside her mouth without any struggle. The saliva dripped down from the corners of her mouth. Swapna Aunty keeping my cock deep in her mouth, made a gargling sound. Slowly she released my cock from the warm confines of her mouth.

All this time, her eyes were on me, and I saw a challenging look in them. Was she teasing my manliness? I wondered and thought if I could get more from her. Wiping the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, she said to Grandpa, “See, I took him fully in my mouth. Are you satisfied now, Mama?”

“I have never doubted your abilities, dear. I know you much better than your husband. Now make Rahul cum by sucking him. He should see stars when you are mouth fucking him. Do a good job, so he should remember this night all his life,” Grandpa said.

“You want me to suck and make your Grandson cum. Ok, see and enjoy. You are getting naughtier as you age and ask for dirty things to perform by me and Mamata Didi daily,” Said Swapna Aunty as she took my cock back in her warm mouth.

This time, she didn’t take me fully down her throat but halfway. She began to mouth fuck me. Her left hand was on my right ass cheek, and her right hand was on my balls fondling them gently. She was giving me one hell of a blowjob better than my girlfriends in America.

I wished I had taken a video of this fantastic blowjob given by my seductress Aunty and to show it to them. My cock was leaking pre-cum profusely down her throat, and she was swallowing it without any complaints. Her saliva was flowing out from the corner of her lips down to her lap.

I just stood still, holding her head, getting the awesome blowjob of my life. Five minutes passed, and I was still going strong, showing no signs of cumming. Swapna Aunty was looking up at me, wondering when I was going to shoot my load in her mouth.

I just smiled at her, indicating that she has to work more hard to make me cum. I saw a determined look on her face. Her left hand, which was on my ass, moved down to the anus, and I felt a finger prodding my ass hole to open it up. My goodness, I knew she was up to something wicked.

I felt her right hand cupping my balls tightly now. Due to continuous prodding, my wrinkled hole opened up a bit. Her finger moved inside, and my cock erupted like a volcano deep in her mouth.

Swapna Aunty looked shocked as the first huge spurts of cum shot inside her mouth. She swallowed the initial bursts but couldn’t take anymore. Coughing, she pulled her mouth off my cock, quickly pulled her saree. She closed the saree around my cock so that the semen won’t spill on the bed.

I shot the remaining cum into her saree, and she gracefully collected my cum, staining her saree. My cock mellowed down, spewing the drops, and she carefully wiped my cock with the clean part of the saree.

“Wow, that was a huge load. Isn’t it Swapna?” Grandpa asked his daughter-in-law.

“Yes, it was a lot, Mama. He might have stored it for many days. I thought of swallowing it fully, but I couldn’t. Thank God, he came finally. My mouth was hurting a lot sucking him for so long,” Swapna Aunty said and pulled the saree from her body and threw it on the floor.

Now, she was in her petticoat and an open blouse.

“You did a good job. Relax and enjoy the drink Swapna. Now I have a task for Rahul. I want to see how he performs,” Grandpa said.

I and Swapna Aunty looked at each other in confusion wondering what Grandpa was going to ask me to perform. But he didn’t waste time.

“Swapna, lie on the bed and lift your petticoat to show your pussy. You, Rahul, kneel before your Aunty and suck your Aunty. You have to return the favour to Swapna and give her an orgasm now,” Grandpa said.

“WHAT?” Swapna Aunty, and I said in unison.

“I said Rahul will suck your pussy. I want you to train him properly if he makes any mistakes,” Grandpa said sternly.

“If I want satisfaction, I will ride you in front of Rahul. Please don’t ask him to do the dirty thing. I beg you, Mama,” Swapna Aunty said with folded hands pleading to him.

“Who said eating pussy is a dirty thing, Swapna? The woman loves tongue more than the cock on their pussy. As a woman, you know it too. Rahul is still young and let him learn how to please a woman through you thoroughly.”

Swapna Aunty didn’t argue with Grandpa. She lay on the bed and lifted her petticoat, bunching it at her midriff. She said, “Come, Rahul. Do what your Grandpa is asking. I think he wants to see you eating me. Maybe his dick is not yet hard to fuck me. Let him see live sex of Aunty and nephew.”

I stared at her exposed thighs and legs. Thighs didn’t have much flesh like Mamata Aunty’s, but it was shapely with lean-toned legs. She was wearing panties and I didn’t see any strand of hair protruding out. She might have shaved or trimmed the pubic hair. It was time to find out.

I turned to Grandpa and he nodded at me to go ahead. I looked at Swapna Aunty, who was busy pulling her panties down. Removing the panties from her feet, she threw them at Grandpa.

“Your panty is wet. Your pussy should be leaking heavily. Good, my boy can taste your juice,” Grandpa said, sniffing her panties.

“Yes, it’s leaking the moment you asked me to show my breasts to Rahul. Are you satisfied now? Rahul, come let’s see how you suck me,” Said Swapna Aunty. She opened her pussy lips wide, showing its pinkish inners.

There was a stubble of pubic hair on her crotch, and her outer labia was glistening with her juices. The lips were like small wings. The clit was out of its hood and looked like a small bud. I couldn’t resist. Kneeled between her thighs and inhaled the womanly odour her pussy was emitting.

“Lick me from bottom to the top a few times, dipping your tongue inside and taste me,” Swapna Aunty instructed me.

As she ordered, I licked her pussy from bottom to top, diving my stretched tongue into her interiors. Tasting a mature woman’s pussy and juice for the first time. I gave a few licks, tasting her womanly aroma. My thumb found her clit and gently prodded it, digging my tongue into her heavenly hole.

Swapna Aunty’s body jumped, and I knew I was on the right track. Lapping up her pussy with my tongue, fiddling her clit, I slowly inserted my middle finger in her wet hole. Swapna Aunty’s ass rose off the bed as my finger invaded her pussy.

Her one hand tried to stop me from penetrating her. I thought she was not ready for the sudden attack. Her pussy was warm and wet, and it clung to my fingers tightly, restricting my finger moment. But I forcefully finger fucked her moist hole, and my lips claimed her clit sucking with my lips.

“Aiyo, Rahul, finger…another finger. Put another finger inside and fuck me,” Swapna Aunty screamed out loudly. I knew one finger was not sufficient for her. I inserted my forefinger and rotated both my fingers inside her, feeling her wetness.

Swapna Aunty’s feet were firmly placed on the bed, ass raised in the air. My hands, under her fleshy buttocks, were supporting her body. I finger fucked her, sucking the clit bud.

“Don’t bite, suck it. OMG, just suck my clit and push your fingers deeper inside…yes…yes…like that…” Swapna Aunty was screaming at the top of her voice. I feared if anyone heard her screams and came. I didn’t bother to see what Grandpa was thinking seeing his daughter-in-law getting pleasured by me.

I got busy, finger fucking her pussy and chewing her clit, which she had not asked me to do. Swapna Aunty was in a high state of arousal, and we heard a loud knock on the door. I stopped my actions and looked at Grandpa. I was shocked to see his cock in his hand.

He was masturbating after seeing his daughter-in-law getting eaten by his Grandson. I looked at Swapna Aunty, who had rested her ass back on the bed, closing her eyes and regaining her breadth and posture back. So I was left to answer the door.

Will it be Mamata Aunty, who might have come hearing her co-sister’s screams? I wondered. I got up and walked to the door naked, with my cock jumping as it had regained some of its hardness. I opened the door slightly and Ishani quickly came in and bolted the door.

Ishani removed her shirt over the head, exposing her tiny tits. She grabbed my cock, tugged it hard and pulled my face to her tits.

“How can you do this to me, bastard? I will drain your cock like Aunty did. Suck my tits, fucker mother fucker,” Ishani said in anger and didn’t relent till I mouthed her pointy nipple.

I sucked at her nipple while she jerked my cock violently. I saw Grandpa and Swapna Aunty watching us with a wide smile on their faces.

“Come here to Grandpa, Isha. I know you were watching us, but I didn’t want you to get involved. You are still young, about to get married, and you can enjoy sex with your future husband. I wanted Rahul to get more expertise in sex before he leaves us,” Grandpa said, laughing.

“Why only Rahul, Grandpa? Even I want to know how to please a man before marriage. This is not fair,” Ishani said.

“Ok, come to me, dear. I will teach you how to treat and please a man in bed. We both can watch Rahul and Swapna. Let Rahul finish what he started with his Aunty,” Grandpa said.

Ishani’s eyes widened, and ran towards Grandpa, leaving my cock. She sat beside him and stared at the monster cock which was in his hand.

“Do you want to touch it, dear,” Grandpa asked her, and she nodded.

Grandpa took his hand away from his cock. Ishani was quick to grab it with her right hand at the base. By that time, I was kneeling again on the bed near Swapna Aunty’s open wide legs. I saw Grandpa’s cock was thick for Ishani’s small fingers, which couldn’t encircle it fully.

She placed her left hand on the cock, and both hands were on Grandpa’s cock. The cock was spitting pre-cum profusely, wetting her palms. Grandpa was eyeing Ishani’s small tits. He raised his hand and cupped her tit, and it disappeared in his big palm.

Ishani kissed Grandpa on the chest and sucked his manly nipple. I was afraid that what would happen if Grandpa fucks the naïve girl. I came to my senses when I felt my shirt being pulled and turned to see Swapna Aunty.

“Are you going to watch Mama and your girlfriend or complete the task your Grandpa gave you? You lit the fire in me, and you only have to douse it. I don’t mind if you use your mouth or your cock if it’s hard and erect,” Swapna Aunty said and looked down at my crotch.

To my amusement, my cock was rocking hard again, and she smiled at me, pulling my shirt. I fell on top of her, and she quickly grabbed my cock in her hand and directed it to her heavenly hole. Swapna Aunty was ready to take me inside her.

“Don’t think of me as your Aunty now. I am a woman who is horny and needs a cock. Just fuck me mindlessly. It should be your cock and my pussy and nothing else. Now push and show your Grandpa and me how much of a man you are,” Saying this, Swapna Aunty pushed my hips down, placing her hand on my ass.

My cock sunk into her bubbly moist pussy and got coated with her juices. She removed her hand from my cock as it invaded her and placed both her hands on my ass, urging me to pound her urgently. Raising my hips and pulling my cock to the head, I rammed into her with long strokes.

Her big breasts were swaying all over her chest as I pounded her mercilessly. She started to scream and I closed her lips with mine, tasting her soft lips. She groaned and moaned in my mouth as I fucked her relentlessly. We both were sweating heavily.

Her hands were on my back which was earlier on my ass. I didn’t need any encouragement to fuck this sexy horny MILF.

“My Grandson is getting graduated. He passed out with flying colours, and I am proud of him. He is my worthy successor,” I heard Grandpa saying.

Continued in the next part.

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Hello friends. Mera naam Raghav (rockingrandhawa) hai. Aur ye kahani kuch 4-5 saal pehle ki hai jab main job ke liye Mumbai mein rehta tha. Meri college ke baad nayi job lagi thi jiske liye mujhe Mumbai mein flat le kar rehna tha.

Main aur mera ek dost jo mere hi college ka tha hum dono ne ek 1bhk flat le kar Mumbai mein rehna shuru kiya. Kyuki hum dono hi job mein vyast the isliye ghar ke kaam karne ke liye ek house help (naukrani) rakhna zaruri tha.

Isse hamara ghar saaf sutra rahe aur khana bhi hum ghar par hi banwa sake. To humne apne building mein puch taach kar ke ek naukrani ko bulwaya. Hamari naukrani kuch 45 years ki hongi.

Par unko dekh kar lagta tha ki woh 35 se ek din bhi upar nahi hai.  Unke 2 bachche the aur unke husband dusri society mein watchman the. Humne unhe saara kaam smjha diya aur unse khana banane ke liye bhi keh diya.

Hum dono dost subah office chale jaya karte the aur naukrani apna kaam kar ke din mein chale jaya karti thi. Kuch mahine aise hi beet gaye. Fir meri shift change ho gayi.

To ab mujhe din mein ghar par rehna tha aur raat mein office mein kaam karna tha. Tab ek din main apni night shift kar ke aa ke soya tha subah 6 baje. 9 baje ke aas pas mere roommate ne mujhe bye bola aur woh chala gaya.

Uske kuch aadhe ghante baad hamari naukrani ne roz ki tarah darwaza khola aur andar aa gayi. Main aadhi neend mein tha to itna dhyan nahi diya. Fir woh apna kaam karne lag gayi. Unhone bartan saf kiye aur jhadu laga diya fir pocha marne lagi.

Tab mujhe zor se susu aayi to main uth kar washroom jane laga to dekha naukrani pocha laga rahi hai. Meri jaise hi nazar padi main wahi khada reh gaya. Hamari naukrani hall mein pocha laga rahi thi.

Unhone ek bahot deep neck ka blouse pehna tha aur usme se unke boobs bilkul saaf dikh rahe the. Atleast 36 size hoga. Ekdam mulayam aur ras bhare lag rahe the. Unhone apni saree ko bhi apne jhangho ke upar kar rakha tha to unki taange ekdam saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

Main to ekdam unke yauwan ko dekh kar kho gaya tha. Mujhe dhyan hi nahi aaya ki unhone mujhe dekh liya hai unhe niharte hue. Itne mein unhone mujhe aawaz lagai aur main hosh mein aaya.

Woh boli, “Bhaiya kuch chahiye aapko?” Maine bola, “Nahi. Nahi main to bas washroom jane ke liye utha tha.” Ye bol kar main jaldi se washroom mein ja ghusa. Maine pehle susu kiya aur fir unhe imagine kar ke muth maari tab mujhe shanti mili.

Us din se maine decide kar liya ki jab naukrani aayegi to main unhe roz niharunga. Kyuki mera roommate us samay room par nahi hoga to mujhe kabhi bhi koi mauka mil sakta hai.

Uske baad jab bhi meri naukrani pocha lagati to main usi samay kabhi bahane se kitchen mein to kabhi hall mein baith kar use niharne laga. Usko bhi pata chal gaya ki main use roz dekhta hun.

Ek din aise hi main jab neend se utha to mujhe woh dikhai nahi di. Mujhe laga ki shayad maine sone ke chakkar mein aaj ka show miss kar diya hai. Main hatash ho kar bathroom ki taraf gaya. Maine jaise hi gate khola to chaunk gaya.

Meri naukrani andar kapde dho rahi thi. Mujhe andar aata dekh woh thodi ghabra gayi kyuki usne apni saree nikal ke hook par taang di thi. Woh sirf apne blouse aur peticoat mein thi.

Mujhe dekh kar usne apne dono hath apne kandho par rakhe taki apne boobs chupa sake. Aur woh boli, “Are bhaiya aap bina dekhe hi bathroom mein ghus jate ho.”

To maine bola “main to neend mein tha. Mujhe pata nahi tha aap andar ho.” Maine socha yahi mauka hai baat ko thoda aage badhane ka. Maine kaha “Soch kar aata to fir ye nazara nahi dekh pata na.” To woh naughty smile de kar boli “achcha? Kya nazara dekhna hai aapko?”

Maine bola, “Roz adhura nazara dekhta hun. Aaj pura dekhne ka man hai.” To woh boli, “Main bhi kab se soch rahi thi aap kab pura nazara dekhne ki himmat karoge. Nahi to mujhe hi himmat karni padti.”

Uski ye baat sunte hi maine use apni baaho mein kheech liya. Aur kas ke gale laga liya. Uske kapde uske badan par puri tarah chipke hue the aur woh puri paani se geeli thi. Maine uske badan ko apne badan se sata kar uske hoth choosna shuru kar diya.

Woh bhi madmast ho kar mere hotho ko apne muh mein le kar choosne lagi. Fir maine apni jeebh uske hotho ke beech se uske muh mein dal kar uski jeebh se khelne laga. Uski masti badhti ja rahi thi ab usne apni choot ko mere lund ke upr ragadna shuru kar diya.

Usne apne hoth alag kar ke mere kaan mein aakar kaha, “Ab to dikha do apna auzaar.” Main muskuraya aur bola, “Khud hi dekh lo.” Aur usko apne ghutno par baitha diya. Usne mera lower aur underwear ek jhatke mein alag kar diya aur mera sansanata hua lund uske muh ke samne funkarne laga.

Lund dekh kar uski aanke fati reh gayi. Woh boli, “Baap re ye to bahot lamba aur mota hai. Mere pati ka to isse kaafi chota aur patla hai. Meri to choot fat jayegi.” Maine bola, “Abhi to ye pura khada hi nahi h ise thoda pyaar to karo.”

Mere ye bolte hi usne mera lund ka supara apne hotho se laga liya. Mere badan mein sirhan daudne lagi. Usne dheere dheere mere lund ko choosna aur chaatna shuru kiya.

Dekhte hi dekhte woh mera pura lund apne gale tak andar bahar kar ke mujhe deepthroat blowjob dene lagi.  Mujhe lag raha tha ki main uske muh mein hi apna saara maal nikal dunga. Tab maine use rukne ko kaha.

Maine uske blouse aur peticoat utare. Uske boobs ko uski bra se aazaad kiya. Fir use bathroom mein leta kar uske upr let gaya.  Ab mera lund uski panty ke upr se uske choot ko ragad raha tha aur mein dono hatho se uske ek ek boob ko masal raha tha.

Uske nipples ko baari baari se choos ke unka ras pi raha tha. Aur woh madmast siskariyan le rahi thi. Beech beech mein main uske nipple par zor se apne daant se kaat leta to uski cheekh nikal jati.

“Hai, mar gayi maa. Dheere se chooso naa.” Fir kuch der isi tarah uske sath khilwaad karne ke baad usse raha nahi gaya. Usne mujhe upr kheech kar mujhe zor se choomna shuru kar diya.

Mujhe kiss karte hue boli, “Mere raja ab kitna aur tadpayega. Dal de na apna lund meri choot mein. Mari ja rahi hu mere andar tere lund ko lene ke liye. Mat tarsaa daal de.” Uski is baat ko sun kar maine uski panty nikal di.

Apna lund uske choot par set kar ke uske taango ko apne kandhe par rakh liya. “Haan haan dal de jaldi se,” woh boli. Maine dheere se lund ka supara andar dhakela.

“Aah, ma, mar gayi, bahot mota hai ye to.” maine uske dono hath pakad kar niche se ek dhakka aur maara. Aur mera lund uski choot ko cheerta hua andar uski bachchedani par ja laga. “Ah, nikal de raja bahot bada hai bahot dard kar raha hai nikal de.”

Maine uske hoth par apne hoth rakh kar use shant kiya aur zor se kiss karne laga. Woh thodi shant hui to maine dhakke lagane shuru kiye. Usne bhi mera sath dena shuru kar diya. Ab main pura lund andar bahar kar ke uski choot ko pel raha tha.

“Aur zor se aur zor se raja. Faad de meri choot ko aaj.” Woh aisi madak siskariya le rahi thi aur mein uski choot mein lund pel raha tha zor se. “Aur andar tak daal. Pura andar tak.”

Maine apni speed aur badha di. Mujhe smjh aaya ki woh ab jhadne wali hai. To maine apni speed top gear mein dal di taaki main bhi uske sath jhad saku. Jaise hi maine speed badhai woh chillane lagi.

“Haan aur zor se, aur zor se, bas mera hone wala hai mere raja aur zor se.” Siskariya lete hue usne apna pani mere lund ke upar chod diya. Aur main bhi zor zor se dhakke maarte maarte uske choot mein apna pani nikal diya. Aur nidhal ho kar uske upar hi let gaya.

5-minute tak hum aise hi lete rahe. Fir main utha aur use ek zordaar kiss kiya. Fir usne mujhe aur maine use nehlaya. Nahate nahate hum fir se garam ho gaye. Is baar maine use shower mein khada kar ke piche se choda. Shower sex ki kahani fir kisi din sunaunga.

To dosto aapko meri ye story kaisi lagi mujhe comment kar ke zarur bataiye. Agar aap meri stories par koi feedback dena chahte hain to aap comments kar sakte hain.

Hi, I am a guy with normal fantasies like others. This is the story of a woman who got fucked.

Coming to the story, it was some time ago that my friend and I were casually chit-chatting near my home. We casually spoke about many things and he told me about a woman near his house. He said she looked very beautiful and asked me –

Friend: Do you want to see her?

Firstly I said: I am not that interested.

Then he told me that I wouldn’t be able to say this after seeing her. He also told me that she was like a heroine. After listening to his words, I was not still interested but just thought, ‘Ok, let’s see her’. Then I, along with my friend, went to her workplace, which was about 5 km from our place.

She worked in an ice cream parlor/restaurant as a waitress. We went there and ordered some snacks. After some time, my friend, just with his eyes, showed me one woman saying she was the one. I turned and saw her. She was a tall woman height 5’6″ or 5’7″ approx. She was fair, neither fat nor too lean, i.e., perfect for her height. Her dress was a traditional saree. She wore a mask as it was the pandemic time, and the lockdown was there for maybe one month or less.

Even though she wore a mask, I could conclude that she must be beautiful. She was not posh as a heroine but she was beautiful.

After some time, my friend and I returned from there. While returning, I asked my friend who she was. He told me that she lived near his house and she was a single mother of 2 children – a girl studying 8th standard and a boy studying 5th standard in a local school.

She was working as a waitress for a salary of about 12,000 rupees. After two days, my friend called me in the afternoon and said –

Friend: Let’s go and see her.

She had called my friend requesting to take her house keys, which were with her. The house was locked and that day was half a day for school. So, my friend and I went to the shop. My friend talked with her and took the keys. During that time, I was constantly looking at her. She looked really beautiful. Then when my friend came near me with the keys, he got a call from someone, and he started speaking.

I took the key from him and put it in my pocket. My friend sat on the back seat of my bike and I was driving. After he cut the call, he asked me where the keys were and I said –

Me: I don’t have them. You must have forgotten them there itself.

Then he said: Let us go back.

After going back there, he went to her saying the keys were missing and they both started searching for keys. She, in a bit of tension, removed her mask. That was the first time I saw her face which looked fair and beautiful. Then, in a couple of minutes, I said –

Me: The keys are with me. I put them in the bike pouch and I found them now.

Listening to this, she laughed. While laughing like that, she really felt very beautiful. Then my friend and I returned. I dropped him near his house and went home. Later on, I used to frequently visit that particular restaurant. I never spoke to her, and I used to visit only to see her. After some days, one day when she was returning to her home, I followed her.

She went through public auto. I followed her without her knowledge. After getting down, she had to walk approximately 1 km or less to reach her home on which route usually public transport was not there. That place was a bit dark with limited street lights; only the ones belonging to her hometown usually go through that route.

There was a road present in that way, but usually empty. Generally, the ones going through that road during that time and her hometown people would drop her if she met anyone at that time.

On that day, I followed her and overtook her and stopped as if I saw her accidentally. As she used to see me with my friend, who was very familiar to her, she asked me where I was going.

I said: To my friend’s house.

Then I said: I’ll drop you.

She then sat on my bike and I dropped her. After two days again, the same scene repeated. I dropped her, but some of the men near her house asked me who I was and why I was dropping her. I, however, managed by saying I was coming to my friend’s house, and she met me, so I gave her a casual lift. But they doubted me.

Then I didn’t drop her again as it looked risky. I only used to visit her workplace then after.

After nearly 6 months, one day I didn’t find her in her workplace. Firstly, I thought maybe she went somewhere as she was absent that day. But even after 3 months, I was unable to find her there. Then I asked my friend, and he told me she left working there and now she might be working somewhere else.

After some days, I told my friend that there was a work in our newly bought 3 stairs house, which we used to give for rent. In that, there was some cleaning work to do. He said she wouldn’t do that type of work.

I said: No, it is not clumsy work. It is a fully finished building, and she has to just sweep and wipe glass windows, and that’s all. It won’t take more than an hour and I will pay 500 to her.

And also, other workers were not available at that time, and it was urgent for me. He asked her, and after convincing, she said ok. I was on cloud 9 and planned many things in myself to convince and fuck her. She came to the place I was waiting there for her. But all my plans went in vain as she brought some other guy with her who was her relative. I was totally disappointed and just explained the work to her to do and, of course, paid her in the end and let her go.

Later on, after one month from then, I again called her for the same type of work. She said she would come without hesitation. I again planned this time. To my shock, she brought her 5th standard son with her, saying he was alone at home. I was very disappointed. Then I explained to her about the work, brought two chocolates, gave one to her son, and kept chit-chatting with her son for some time.

But when we were coming downstairs, I was behind her and touched her ass from the back. She turned back and asked, “What?” I just didn’t answer and went down the stairs as if I didn’t understand what she was speaking about. That was all, paid to her in the end and let her go.

Later, I again called for the same work after some days and she this time said she would be coming this time. I said I would go to collect her from her street as I was near and no need to come through other transport. “Just call me”, I said.

She called me, and I was already waiting there. She came alone this time. I thought this was really luck and went before her. She sat on my bike and went to our building in which only the first floor was ongoing rent, and the upper two floors were empty. I took her to the upper floor and explained to her the work.

While explaining, I stood beside her, seeing her neckline while she was watching the other way. That was very beautiful. Then I said –

Me: I will return in a short time.

Soon, I went to the shop nearby, brought two to three chocolates, smoked a cigarette, and went to our building back where she was.

After coming back, I talked to her a little and asked her about the children and so, and so, and so. After some time, I said there was dust on her saree and went forward to wipe casually.

She said: No need, I will do it.

But I didn’t listen and said: I am wiping it out.

Then I touched her ass and wiped it like giving it a little spanking. She said nothing and continued to work and casually talked normally.

After some 15 minutes, I took out the chocolate from my pocket and started eating. I asked her whether she wanted to eat. She said no to me.

I asked: Why don’t you eat? Don’t you like chocolates?

She said she would eat, but now she needed to wash her hands.

I said: No need to wash.

Then I went near her and took chocolate near her mouth and told her to eat. She first refused, but then she ate it from my hands. After that, I said the same thing 2-3 times. Then we again continued to chit chat and she worked for some 5 minutes. After that, she asked for water not to drink but to wipe glass windows.

I said: I’ll bring it.

Saying this, I went into the bathroom and came with very little water saying –

Me: This is only available now. But I’ve switched on the motor, and the upper tank will be soon filled. It may take some 15 minutes. You can wash your hands and wait for the tank to fill up.

She said ok and she washed her hands. Then she was normally talking with me and staring through the window outside. After some 5 minutes, I asked her if I could say something to her. She asked, “What?”. Then I told her she should not feel bad.

She said: Ok, first say.

I planned many things till then, but at that time, I was totally confused and not able to say anything. I just kept on saying, “You should not feel bad” repeatedly.

She finally said: First you say. If it is something which doesn’t feel bad, I won’t.

I went speechless for a moment and asked her to sit beside me on a kitchen plank.

She asked: Why?

I said: Only then I will be able to say.

After some two minutes, she sat beside me, and she continuously asked me what the thing was. I still didn’t say anything and then asked her if I would say it in her ears. She got confused a bit and she said –

She: We are both only here, so you can say it as there is no one else to hear.

I said: No, I can’t.

And then she said: Ok, say in my ear.

To my surprise, I was still unable to say, and then after 2 more minutes, I asked her to close her eyes.

This time she said: Why are you asking all this?

Then I said: This is last, I’ll say it off.

She then closed her eyes and said: Ok, tell it now.

I still didn’t understand what to say and kept silent. Then she opened her eyes.

I said: This time, I’ll say. Close your eyes again.

And this went on one more time. But I didn’t say anything to her. The next time, she kept her eyes closed and asked me to say, I slowly got near and planted a gentle kiss on her left cheek. She was sitting next to me towards my right. Unknowingly, she laughed and asked –

She: What did you say?

Me: Shall I say it again?

Then she understood that I kissed her. I understood I didn’t kiss her and very fast, just my lips touched her cheek.

A sudden silence was there and I said this was very new to me and I didn’t know much about this. I asked her to sit like that only and went near her. Then I caught her with my hands and began to kiss her on the cheek.

As soon as I touched it, she looked confusingly at me. She suddenly pulled my hands away and said no in a tone a bit hard. She got off the shelf on which we were sitting. Then she said, “Move,” and stood beside me. I feared too much and didn’t understand what to do.

Then I said: Please, only once, please.

And you know as I requested, I took my fingers near her chin. She calmed down a bit but stood silent for some moments and said, “No.”

Then she began to walk away. I blocked her way and she said-

She: Are you forcing me?

I said: No! No, I am not forcing. I am just requesting.

She stood silent.

Then I said: Ok, only 5 minutes, only 5 minutes.

I didn’t know how I got that word “Only 5 minutes” from me. I actually said, “I won’t do anything more; I will just stand here still for 5 minutes.”

Then she was just looking at me. I pulled her closer and hugged her lightly from the backside with less force. Slowly and slowly, I planted light kisses on the back of her neck. She was swaying whenever I kissed her.

After that, I began to kiss soon. After kissing some 4 to 5 times, she said it was so weird for her, and she asked me to stop.

But I said: Wait for some 5 minutes.

And I continued kissing her periodically. Then, with the gap in between, I kissed her ears and neck, the back of her neck, and a little bottom of her neck backside. She was a bit calm now. But in between, she was saying –

She: Enough now. Enough, let’s stop.

Then I said: Only 5 minutes more. There is an open window beside, so anyone can see. Come to that room.

Saying this, I took her to the bedroom. Then I again hugged her from the back as before and started to kiss her saying –

Me: Only 5 minutes, only 5 minutes.

After kissing like that a few more times, I slowly placed my hands on her boobs from hugging the back side, but didn’t press them soon after I placed my hands. She tried to remove my hands. But I said –

Me: Nothing, just want to stand like this, that’s all. I won’t do anything.

And I continued to kiss. She with little moan-like sounds said –

She: Ok.

It was not completely sexual moaning, but somewhat similar to it I felt. I continued to kiss her neck, backside, and ears, not vigorously but with a little pace, holding her. We both were wearing full clothes till now. I didn’t understand what to do next and I just started rubbing her back with my lower body closely.

She was too silent after some ten to 15 seconds. Then I stopped and removed one hand from her boobs and caught her left year with my right hand in the same hugging back pose. I kept my left hand on her left breast and kept on kissing her right ear, neck, and cheek.

After a couple of minutes, I started to rub her ass part with my dick and pressed her left side breast slowly and gently. I did all these in order at once. Then there was a sudden temperature rise and we both got a lot of sweat.

Suddenly, she said: Come, let’s go.

And I left her. Then we wiped our sweat and then I switched on the fan. We both sat far away from each other on both sides of the room walls, and we didn’t say anything.

After some 5 minutes, I told her this was the last time and placed hard kisses on her cheeks some 4 times. Then I was silent for some time and again caught her hand, took her near, and hugged her from back.

I hugged her from the back and started to press her boobs a little bit. I kissed her two times more from the same hugging back on her neck and she kept quiet. I kissed her like that for not more than 4 minutes.

She was wearing a saree at that time, and I caught the bottom of her saree and tried to lift it along with the petticoat inside.

Then I made her bend forward a bit and lifted her saree along with the petticoat, saying –

Me: Only I’ll see.

But I didn’t know what she heard and how she understood. With one hand, I removed my belt and my pants, which means not fully but hook, zip, and that was all. Then I held her again, made her bend a little more, and took out the condom from my pants pocket. She tried to say something when the condom cover fell.

Then I lifted her saree and petticoat more and removed her panties by pulling them down a bit. With one leg, I pushed her panties completely down and held her in position one more time. After that, I just pushed my dick inside her vagina. After some two strokes, I raised her saree and petticoat upwards and then removed her panties completely.

After that, I started to fuck her like that. After a minute, I held her boobs with two hands and fucked her like that by pressing them. She started to moan a little bit. In between, I used to bring her close by making her stand while fucking her and kissing her cheeks, face, and neck.

After a moment or two, I used to bend her and fuck like I fucked her in both doggy style and standing doggy style simultaneously. In between, I used to slow down with my dick inside her pussy, and used to kiss her on her neck and cheeks, holding her face with one hand, and pressing her boobs with the other hand.

In between, I held her with her hair with one hand and fucked her like that for some time while she was bending forward, and after I made her stand and caught her boobs again times, I kissed her. Likewise, I fucked her for almost 13 to 15 minutes, I think. Then I gave her a very tight hug from the backside and crushed her like that for a moment.

After that, I left her and removed my dick from her pussy. At that time, my thighs and even hers were shaking like anything. I was breathing a bit heavy. Then I spanked her ass like that a couple of times and left her.

Soon, I removed the condom, threw it, and wore my pants back. Then she put on her saree and petticoat and sat down on the ground by breathing a bit heavily, then normal, and sweating heavily.

She was not able to stand properly. After a minute, I got near her, kissed her cheeks hard, and left her. Then I drank some water and gave her some water to drink. After she drank water, she hit me once playfully and said –

She: Idiot!

She kept a different facial expression, which was a mix of laugh and a little anger type (I hope you can understand). She slowly got up and tried to hit me again with bare hands seeing me laughing a little bit. But then I stopped her, caught her hand, gave her a half hug, held her and kissed her hard on the cheeks two to three times, and held her like that.

After some time, I left her. Then she wore panties. After some time, we washed our faces, sat there for some time, and left from there.

I read some stories from the various sites. But I don’t know whether they are real or fictional. But this story is real, and every event is to my consent. I remember I mentioned in this story exactly what happened and how it went. And from the start to the end, It took almost a year time for me to fuck her from seeing her for the first time. Ok, THANK YOU.

Hello everyone, this is my first story here.

My name is Bala, I have a 6-inch tool and I was 21 years old when everything began to change. I am your average South Indian guy, the kind who blends in with the crowd. My life was simple, predictable even, until the day my best friend, Deepak, unknowingly set me on a path I never expected to walk.

Deepak and I had been close for as long as I could remember, sharing everything from our secrets to our mischief. He was more than just a friend – he was like a brother to me.

Deepak’s family was much like mine – traditional, close-knit, and deeply rooted in culture. His younger sister, Divya, was 19 at the time, a year younger than us. She was short, with an infectious smile and a presence that could make even the dullest room come alive. To everyone, she was just Deepak’s little sister. To me, she was something more, though I didn’t realize it at the time.

Deepak was the one who introduced me to the world of porn. It started innocently enough – just two curious guys exploring the forbidden. We’d find isolated spots, far away from prying eyes, and huddle over his mobile phone, captivated by the images flickering on the screen.

What began as harmless curiosity soon became something more, something we didn’t quite understand but couldn’t resist. It became our secret ritual. We’d watch, then experiment, trying to make sense of the overwhelming urges that flooded our bodies. Eventually, we crossed a line – holding each other, helping each other, until we both found release. It was strange, yet oddly comforting. We never talked about it, but it became a part of our friendship, something that bonded us in a way nothing else could.

Then came the day that changed everything.

I had gone to Deepak’s house, as I often did, expecting to find him in his room. Without thinking, I walked in, only to be greeted by a sight that made my heart race – Divya, in the middle of changing her clothes. She froze, and so did I. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with something unspoken. Then, she called me “brother,” a term that should have brought me back to reality, but instead, it only made the tension worse.

I quickly shut my eyes, mumbled an apology, and backed out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest.

For days after, I couldn’t get that moment out of my head. I tried to act normal, but something had changed. Divya didn’t mention it to Deepak, and I certainly didn’t bring it up, but the memory lingered, simmering just beneath the surface. I found myself thinking about her more often, about the way she looked at me that day, about the unspoken tension that hung between us.

I started visiting Deepak’s house more frequently, though my reasons were becoming less about him and more about my best friend’s younger sister. Every time I was there, my eyes would subtly search for her, my ears straining to catch the sound of her voice. It wasn’t long before my curiosity took on a new form.

One day, while in the bathroom, I noticed my friend’s sister’s panties in the laundry basket. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t resist. I reached for them, feeling the fabric between my fingers. The sensation was electric, sending a thrill down my spine. Before I knew it, I was searching for her bra too. Finding it, I slipped both on, feeling a strange mix of exhilaration and guilt. Standing there in her clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror, caught between who I was and who I was becoming.

This secret act became my obsession. Each visit to Deepak’s house was an opportunity to indulge in this private fantasy. I’d sneak into the bathroom, or sometimes even into her room if I was sure no one would catch me, searching for her clothes, feeling that forbidden thrill every time I slipped them on. But with each time, I grew bolder, the fear of getting caught slowly giving way to the intoxicating rush of what I was doing.

Then, one day, everything escalated.

Deepak wasn’t home, but I went over anyway, unable to resist the pull. Divya answered the door, surprised to see me. We exchanged pleasantries, and she invited me in, telling me that Deepak would be back soon. She mentioned she needed to go out to pick up something from the nearby shop and asked me to wait until she returned.

The moment she left, the familiar urge took hold of me. I knew it was dangerous, reckless even, but I couldn’t stop myself. I made my way to her room, heart racing, and began searching through her things. I found her bra and panties, and this time, I didn’t just stop there. I stripped down, slipped into her clothes, and then added her skirt and t-shirt. Fully dressed in her outfit, I stood in front of the mirror, unable to recognize the person staring back at me.

I was lost in the moment, so much so that I didn’t hear the door open. When I finally noticed, it was too late – Divya stood there, eyes wide, taking in the sight of me in her clothes! My heart stopped. Panic surged through me, but there was no escaping the reality of what I’d done. I expected her to scream, to react in any number of ways, but what she did next was something I never could have anticipated.

Divya walked towards me, her expression shifting from surprise to something else – something curious, almost playful. “You saw me that day, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice soft, almost teasing. “Now, I want to see you.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. There was no one else in the house. Her parents were out of town, and Deepak wasn’t due back for hours. The tension between us was palpable, charged with the thrill of the forbidden. Slowly, almost mechanically, I began to undress, my hands trembling slightly as I removed each piece of clothing. I stood before her, naked and vulnerable, unsure of what would happen next.

Divya’s eyes roamed over me, her gaze lingering in a way that made my skin tingle. Then, she did something that sent my heart racing – she lifted her skirt, revealing a glimpse of red lace. “Do you like it, brother?” she asked, her voice a mix of innocence and something far more dangerous.

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but the pull of the moment was too strong. I couldn’t stop myself from stepping closer, from reaching out to her. The lines between right and wrong blurred, leaving only the intense connection we shared at that moment. My friend’s sister smiled, a knowing smile that made my pulse quicken. She began to undress, and as she did, she revealed more than just her body. She confessed that she had been with other boys, that she knew what she was doing, and that she wanted this as much as I did.

When she sat on my lap, her warmth and confidence overwhelmed me, and I was lost in the moment. The way she moved, the way she guided me, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Every touch, every movement was electric, charged with the excitement of something new, something forbidden.

The connection we shared that day was intense, a mix of danger, excitement, and the thrill of the unknown. From then on, whenever she was alone, I’d find my way to her, each encounter more intense than the last.

We kept our secret, knowing that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But the allure of it all, the rush of doing something we knew was wrong, kept pulling us back, again and again.

What began as an accident had become an obsession, a hidden part of our lives that we both craved, even as we knew it was something we could never let anyone else know. And with each passing day, I found myself more and more entangled in the web of desire and secrecy that had come to define my relationship with my best friend’s sister Divya.

Swapna Aunty was lying underneath me, receiving the poundings I was giving her. I had never fucked my girlfriends this aggressively before. In fact, she was kissing me like a bitch in heat, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues were wrestling with each other for space. Saliva was exchanged.

I found her tongue soft and tender despite her age. I was sucking her tongue like I sucked the nipple. Her big breasts were crushed under my chest. My ass was moving up and down, drilling her pussy without any hindrance. My cock was getting drenched with her juices as she creamed twice while I rammed her.

While my cock drilled her, it was making strange sounds. The room was full of cum stench as she was leaking non-stop. Ten minutes passed, and I never slowed down. As I had cum earlier, I knew I could withhold myself for more time. I fucked Aunty with slow strokes now.

I saw a hand reaching for my ass. It went close to my asshole. I took my lips from hers and pulled her hand away from my ass.

“No tricks like last time, just lie down, Aunty. I am not yet finished with you. I want to enjoy and explore more of your slutty pussy. I don’t know if I will get another chance to fuck you,” I said with authority and pushed my cock deeper.

Swapna Aunty, wiping the sweat from my face, said, “No problem, Rahul. Take your time. I won’t go till you are completely satisfied. You can take me anytime till you leave. I will ask Mamata Didi to join us if you want. But I need to drink water. Please understand.”

“I want you only now. I will have Mamata Aunty in the morning for breakfast,” Saying I got up, pulling my cock out, and Swapna Aunty sat up. She drank water from the bottle and picked up the whiskey glass from the table.

Taking a sip, Swapna Aunty asked, “If you have Mamata Didi in the morning, what about our Ishani? Look how she is mad with lust watching us.”

“I will kill that bastard if he doesn’t fuck me like did you, Aunty,” Ishani said angrily.

“Don’t worry, Isha. I have grand plans for you in the afternoon,” I said, waving my cock at her, and she blushed. She was jerking Grandpa’s cock. I saw Grandpa’s hand under her long skirt. I knew he was fingering his granddaughter, trying to douse the fire in her.

“What do you think of your Grandson now, Mama,” Swapna Aunty asked Grandpa, sipping whiskey.

“I am impressed. I thought he would need some training, but he performed very well,” Grandpa said.

I was trying to regain my breath. I wondered how Grandpa’s finger was playing with Ishani’s tight pussy. As if Ishani had read my mind, she folded her legs, keeping her feet on the bed. The long skirt fell to her tummy, exposing her legs and pussy.

She was not wearing panties. Grandpa’s fingers were tweaking her lips gently. Luckily, he had pushed his thick fingers in that tight hole.

“Do you want to taste mine, Rahul?” Ishani asked me, protruding her tongue out, inviting me to suck her.

“Sure. Do you want my mouth or cock to taste your pussy Isha,” I challenged her.

“I don’t mind. Both are fine with me. At least I will know what I am going to get tomorrow afternoon,” Ishani challenged me back.

“Is it. I begged you in the afternoon, and now you are talking like this.” I pulled her down, holding her feet, and she laid on her back, giggling at me.

“You both can do whatever you want tomorrow. Now you both behave yourselves,” Swapna Aunty said angrily. I saw a hint of jealousy in her voice, feeling deserted.

“I am not yet finished with you, Aunty. Don’t worry, I will take you again. I want to see if this tiny girl has the stamina like you,” Saying, I got between Ishani’s legs. She spread her wide, eager for my intrusion.

Keeping my cock at her pussy hole, which was nonexistent. I said, “Think again. I wanted to take you leisurely and not like this.”

Raising her ass off the bed, Ishani hissed and said, “Fuck me bastard. My pussy should tear today, or your cock should break.”

I looked at Grandpa, who was silently watching us with a frown said nothing. I gave a hard push, and the cockhead got lodged in, spreading her tender pussy lips wide. Ishani screamed out loudly. But I showed no mercy and pushed harder in her.

Half of my cock went in courtesy of Swapna Aunty’s juices which had lubricated my cock thoroughly. I saw Ishani closing her mouth, stifling her screams. I pushed the whole 8 inches in her till my pubic hair met hers. I saw tears rolling down her cheeks as my cock had fully stuffed her tight pussy.

Grandpa wiped her tears and said, “Enough, you proved your point. Pull out, Rahul. Look, Swapna is waiting for you. Enjoy the sexy lady, as you may not get another chance if she thinks of you as her son.”

“No…no…fuck me bastard. I want to see for how long you can withstand my tightness. You will shoot me in minutes. I dare you,” Ishani challenged me again.

“Stop it, both of you. Pull out your cock from her and come to me right now. If you don’t, I will go and never allow you to be near me again. I will tell Mamata Didi not to encourage you, and I will see that you won’t get Nandini, too,” Swapna Aunty shouted angrily.

I knew she was jealous of taking Ishani and deserting her. I was sure she wouldn’t allow me to fuck her again. Mamata Aunty and Nandini Didi would be also out of bounds. Half-mindedly I pulled my cock from Ishani’s pussy. She was trying to pull me back, not allowing me to leave.

“Don’t worry, Isha. We will have ample time tomorrow, and I have a surprise for you. You will know about it tomorrow,” Saying I got releasing my cock from the tight confines of Ishani’s pussy.

Swapna Aunty had removed her wet blouse and petticoat. She was lying on the bed stark naked, waiting for me to get fucked in missionary position. Standing between her legs, I flipped her over by holding her hips. So she was lying on her front.

Keeping my hands under her fleshy tummy, I raised her ass in the air. Swapna Aunty got my message. Resting her arms on the bed, she kneeled on the bed in a doggy position. She spread her legs wide, showing her upturned pussy. Above her pussy I saw her wrinkled asshole winking at me.

I thought of taking her in the ass. But I was afraid that Grandpa might scold me for treating my Aunty like a whore. He had cautioned me before to treat her with respect. Holding my cock, I moved my cock up and down her slit getting the head slick with her juices.

Placing the head at the opening, I pushed my cock in and out of her slick pussy. Making sure my cock was fully lubricated with her juices. I was planning to pound her for quite some time until she screamed, begging me to stop or till she passed out.

Swapna Aunty pushed her ass back, eager to get her pussy filled up. Lining my cock at her opening, I pushed it inside, and it went in freely. Her soft buttocks gave me a good cushion while my balls were touching her pussy lips. Gripping her hips tightly, I started to move my cock in and out of her.

She was fucking me by pushing her ass back at me. She had the energy for about 5 minutes. But she stopped and stood still, receiving my pounding like a good submissive slut. I kept on fucking Swapna Aunty in a doggy position relentlessly without pausing the cock movements.

My cockhead was triggering her G-spot continuously as it moved in and out of her. She was sweating heavily. I saw sweat beads forming at the back of her neck, just below her hair. She slumped her upper body down, resting her chest on the bed.

She was about to drop her hips down as she looked like she was tired. I quickly lifted her ass with both my hands. I kept her in the doggy position and hammered her for a few minutes. Swapna Aunty’s moans were muffled as her face was down on the bed.

I felt her body going limp, not able to take my poundings anymore. She dropped her hips down on the bed, and my cock was pulled out from the confines of her warm moist pussy. My cock was waving up and down in anger as it was abandoned midway.

Turning her head back, Swapna Aunty said, “Sorry Rahul. I need a break.” Saying she turned and got laid on her back. Her frontal body was sweaty, and her pussy lips were opened up wide. I saw a pool of messy cum below her ass.

“Isha, will you get Aunty’s saree,” I asked, turning to Ishani, who was in her Grandpa’s arms. Ishani got up, picked up Aunty’s saree, climbed the bed and gave it to me. Half of the saree was wet with my cum. Using the clean side, I cleaned Swapna Aunty’s messy pussy wiping it clean of her juices.

I inserted the cloth in her pussy and tried to clean inside her as much as possible, drying her pussy. Her pussy was not gripping my cock as before, as it was fully wet. I wanted a firm grip when I took her again. I was about to wipe my cock clean.

But Ishani pushed my hand away, and I looked at her in surprise. “I will clean it as I want to taste a woman’s cum,” Said Ishani. Holding my cock with two fingers at the tip, she began to lick my cock, stretching her tongue out. Ishani was behaving like a slut like other family members.

Swapna Aunty sat on the bed, mixed a large peg and drank it like water in one gulp. Bending down, she pulled out a cigarette pack and lighter. Taking out one cigarette, lit it and took a drag. Releasing the smoke through her nostrils, Swapna Aunty asked Ishani,” Did you like my cum taste on his cock, dear.”

“Yes, Aunty. But why are you asking?” Ishani asked.

“I need your help to make him cum soon. I could finish him in 5 minutes like the first time, but I underestimated him. I will tell you what to do. Now go and ask Mamata Didi to come and bring food. It’s already 10 pm, and Mama has to take tablets after having dinner. Whiskey and Rahul have made my stomach burn. I am famished and want to eat after I am finished with this boy,” Swapna Aunty said, pushing me onto the bed.

Lying on my back, I saw Ishani wearing her shirt and went out, closing the door. With cigarette still in her hand, Swapna Aunty sat on my thighs with her crotch close to my cock. It had lost its hardness a bit. With her free hand, she jerked my cock rapidly, getting it fully erect once again in her hand.

Keeping her knees on the bed, she raised her ass off my thighs till my cockhead was at her opening. Keeping the cigarette between her lips, Swapna Aunty pushed the head inside her opening and sat down, slowly taking my cock inside her yet again.

Swapna Aunty looked determined. Taking a puff, she said,” Are you ready for the ride, my boy.” I nodded and saw the bedroom door opening. Ishani came in and closed the door but didn’t lock it this time. She came hurriedly towards us and climbed the bed, seeing her Aunty on top of me.

“You wanted my help, Aunty,” Ishani asked, eager to please her Aunty.

“Yes, dear. Come behind and hug me. Help me while I ride Rahul,” Swapna Aunty said.

Ishani went behind Aunty and kneeled behind her. Keeping her knees close to my thighs, she embraced Swapna Aunty. Keeping her hand under Aunty’s armpits and hands holding the big breasts. I saw Grandpa watching us with his hand on his cock. I wondered if he had cum or not.

We had totally neglected the old man. I felt my cock being pulled out and, turning, saw Swapna Aunty beginning her ride on my cock. Her soft buttocks were making a soft landing on my thighs. She was dropping her weight down, taking my 8 inches fully inside her.

Ishani was happily assisting her Aunty, by lifting her up and then pushing her down. Almost 5 inches of my cock was penetrating her pussy, making my cock moist again. But her pussy muscles were gripping my cock better this time. I had drained her juices out using her saree.

I was eager to see her big breasts dancing all over her chest. But Ishani had gripped them, not allowing them to sway. For 5 minutes, Swapna Aunty rode me like a possessed woman giving my cock immense pleasure. I felt she was squishing her pussy to grip my cock.

She might have learnt it riding my Grandpa for the last few years. We heard the door open and saw Mamata Aunty come in with a tray. She stopped midway, seeing her co-sister riding me naked and her niece hugging her.

“Don’t worry. Bolt the door and come in, Didi. I need your help here. Come and help me to make this boy cum. He has been torturing me for almost one hour. Come and suck his nipples. Maybe that will help to cum,” Swapna Aunty requested her co-sister.

With a dazzled look in her eyes, Mamata Aunty kept the tray on the table. She saw her father-in-law jerking his monster and came towards us, hesitating. Swapna Aunty stopped Mamata. Aunty pulled her saree pallo down. She ripped her blouse apart, making her small tits jump out.

Mamata Aunty tried to cover her breasts in her arms in shyness. Pushing Mamata Aunty’s arms away from her breasts, Swapna Aunty said, “Go and feed your tits to him and suck his nipples like we suck each other nipples.” I was shocked to hear that co-sisters were bisexual.

They enjoy lesbian sex with each other apart from servicing their father-in-law daily. This was a new dimension to the family sex affairs which I came to know now. Mamata Aunty sat behind me, and I saw her small tits hovering above my face. She was hesitating to offer her tits to me.

She was watching my cock moving in and out of her co-sister’s opening. Knowing that I had to take the initiative, I raised my right hand at the back of her neck and pulled her head down. Her breasts were grazing my face, and I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked it.

I pushed her head still down so that her lips were close to my right nipple. She licked my nipple for a few seconds. I pushed her head further down she took my nipple in her mouth and sucked. I was trying to gobble up her whole tit into my mouth. Mamata Aunty got busy sucking and biting my tiny nipple.

Mamata aunty took my nipple in her mouth and sucked it, creating a vacuum in her mouth. I knew I was close to coming.

“Aunty, I am cuming,” I shouted eagerly. Taking my lips off Mamata Aunty’s nipple, trying to lift my ass to push my cock deeper in Swapna Aunts’ pussy. But she pushed me down, throwing her weight on me. My cock was spewing cum deep in her womb.

I hoped she had her tubes tied up, as I didn’t want her to get pregnant with my baby. Mamata Aunty fed me her breasts again, urging me to suck while I was filling up her co-sister’s pussy. Seeing me idly sucking her, Mamata Aunty got off the bed, taking the nipple out from my lips.

She covered her torn blouse with her pallo, hiding her small breasts. Like a good housewife, she picked the whiskey and water bottles from the centre table and placed the food tray on it. I turned to see Swapna Aunty staring at me and blushing. Feeling her pussy fill up and reside cum flowing out.

My cock, which had subsided after erupting in her, was still lodged in her but was flaccid now. I thoroughly enjoyed this buxom wild woman courtesy of Grandpa and felt satisfied. I was feeling hungry now as the whiskey was burning in my stomach.

Patting on my tummy, Swapna Aunty asked,” Did you enjoy the ride with your Aunty Rahul?”

“Yes..yes..very much, Aunty. I will miss you, your breasts and your juicy pussy after I leave,” Saying I sat up straight and hugged her crushing her massive breasts to my chest.

Placing her head on my shoulder, Swapna Aunty whispered in my ear, “You are leaving in two days. I know you will be busy with Ishani. But I want you once again, darling. Sex with your uncle is nonexistent, and with your Grandpa is duty. I felt like a young girl again when you took me like a man. I will miss you more than you miss me. If you stay here with us, I promise that I will pleasure you till you get married. I don’t mind after marriage, too, if your future wife accepts me.” I felt a teardrop on my shoulder and knew she was getting emotional.

“I don’t know about the future, Aunty. But tomorrow night will be ours,” Said I, wondering how it will be if her son Rohit joins us in a threesome. That was too wicked, I thought.

Continued in the next part.

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Facts are facts. There was no denying that James Kinney had become the most embarrassed person on the planet. He was so embarrassed that his brain sizzled with humiliation, and he was totally disoriented. He could no longer formulate logical sentences. He just sat and whimpered in pathetic embarrassment.

James Kinney had been brought to such a humbled place of total embarrassment by the Girl Power of a former girlfriend. That woman wielded so much power in his world that she ruled him and owned his submissive ass. That incredible woman was Prits.

Prits was beautiful and brilliant. She decided to dominate James because she believed in justice and feminism. She was a warrior for women and everyone and took a stand against egotistical cheating and lying men. James Kinney was a lying and cheating man.

But Prits put him in his place and made him a public laughingstock of absolute humiliation. It all started with a very teeny tiny pair of effeminate panties. Not worn by Prits, but worn by James. A pretty pink stringy thong panty that Prits made him wear.

She then had James wearing panties every day for her. James blushed as Prits teased him for being her panty-boi.’ It was a sweet little secret just between the two of them. But when James’ cheating was discovered, Prits made certain that his little panty secret was publicly on display.

She slipped him a sleeping agent in his drink. Once James was out cold, she stripped him down to his tiny leopard print thong panty. Then she had him tied up and bent over a park bench in a busy public park. He wore a ball gag to keep him quiet.

Prits used a bull-horn to draw a large crowd and announced that she was formally instituting a Girl Power payback for cheating. Dozens of Prits friends and a large group of strangers cheered and videotaped with their phones. Prits began the process by wielding a large wooden sorority paddle.

She was spanking James’ sweet butt cheeks until they were glowing with warmth. James could only moan through the ball gag as he blushed with intense embarrassment. He wiggled his butt in the air in a futile attempt to cool off his red-hot butt cheeks.

Phase one of the payback was his tiny panties on public display for everyone to see. The crowd pointed and giggled as his panty-boi secret was revealed. Phase two of the payback was the good and proper spanking delivered to teach James a lesson.

He was given 300 firm Girl Power swats. Thunderclaps rang out as the paddle pounded his panties. He would not be sitting down for a few days.

Phase three of the payback was the reputation of cock-gobbler that Prits would create for James. An Indian guy, Naksh, stood in front of James and took off his ball gag. Then Naksh pushed his giant hard cock into James’ mouth. He pushed until his balls were pressed against James’ chin.

The full 10 inches of his cock were plunged deep into James’ throat. It was incredibly embarrassing for James. Naksh then pumped his hips as his huge cock rocketed back and forth in James’ lips and throat. The cock banged James’ tonsils with hardcore force.

James’ eyes fluttered and watered profusely. His mouth slurped and sucked the gigantic Indian cock. The crowd cheered and laughed at James, but Prits laughed the hardest. When the cock exploded in James’ mouth, he swallowed a huge load of warm sticky cum.

Prits laughed and clapped as she declared, “James, you cock-gobbling cumslut! You are a stupid, pitiful, cheating panty-boi!” James grunted in humiliation as he licked his cum-drenched lips. The strong taste of cum was in his mouth.

His butt cheeks felt so hot that he thought his tiny panties might burst into flames any moment. The embarrassment was staggering. Prits had arranged for an additional 7 guys to come and feed James their cocks.

James slurped and slobbered on a huge Indian cock for 2 hours non-stop. He was stunned with such intense embarrassment that he was dizzy. He guzzled mouthful after mouthful of cum. He built a reputation as a cock-gobbling sissy.

Prits would choose to leave James tied up and bent over in that public park. People would take pictures of James and post them on social media. James became a public display of Girl Power, and a few memes were made of him. He was called ‘blushing panty-boi.’

James Kinney blushed with profound embarrassment. When anyone thought of James, they would now think of panties and blowjobs. It would be extremely difficult for him to find a girl to date him.

He would spend most days just sucking multiple cocks and blushing in crippling defeat to Prits and her supreme Girl Power. Prits just laughed in victorious power. After the very public embarrassment, James found himself fulfilling a role for a local sorority.

He would dress as a sexy French Maid and cook and clean for the girls in the sorority. As payment, the girls of the sorority would be sure to keep James sucking cocks and spank his panties until his butt was sore. Prits giggled in hilarious satisfaction at this arrangement.

The result of this payback was that James gobbled cocks repeatedly in complete embarrassment. Prits was awarded many accolades as a warrior of feminine justice and power. She smiled with incredible satisfaction. James whimpered in defeat and blushed in shock and embarrassment on a daily basis.

It was two years later that Prits ran across James at a kink conference. James was running a blowjob booth’, giving free blowjobs to any guy that wanted one. He was dressed in a tiny pink thong panty and pink thigh-high stockings with a pink bow tie and cute little pink kitten ears on top of his head.

James called himself a blowjob fairy. When Prits was able to talk to James, he admitted that his life was all about sucking cocks. He was giving about 34 blowjobs a day on average. But for the kink conference, he would give over 200 blowjobs. He was embarrassed but could not stop sucking cocks.

“You made me start sucking cocks, and you keep me sucking cocks, Prits! It is so embarrassing! You turned me into a cock-slurping sissy!” James whimpered.

Prits laughed so hard that her shoulders shook. She was so amused. “I don’t know what to say…I am so glad that you suck cocks! You deserve that! It is so hilarious!” Prits laughed.

James blushed and glared at Prits with narrowing eyes as he grunted, “Ugh, You!”’ A big bodybuilding guy immediately walked up, and James was instantly in his days bobbing and slurping cock. Prits just laughed. Then, the guys started lining up.

There was a group of about 20 guys waiting to get a blowjob from James. Prits giggled with amusement and walked away from James and his blowjob booth. Prits life has been extremely successful and she is married to a great guy. She is very happy with her life.

She has completed her education, is working as a professional and is very financially successful. She lives with great satisfaction. She has heard that James lost his job as a teacher and is working for the porn movie industry. Reportedly, he has worked in over 100 films as a blowjob expert.

He continues to suck multiple cocks daily and live in constant embarrassment. Reportedly, he has a tattoo on his right butt cheek that says, “Prits rules!” Facts are facts.