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James bit his fist and whimpered slightly. He was pulled across Prits’ lap with his butt cheeks pooched into the air. James wore only a tiny, soft pink thong panty. His butt cheeks were on full display, and Prits was spanking him.

Prits swung the wooden ping-pong paddle with undisputed authority. Her Indian Girl Power was demonstrating that she was strong and influential. James would not be forgetting this spanking. His butt cheeks glowed with warmth. Prits pounded his panties with potent princess power!

James deserved this spanking. He had once dated Prits and had lied to her while they were dating. Prits had thought she would let karma handle the payback. But then, the opportunity to actively participate in karma presented itself. She could not pass it up.

Now Prits, giggling with satisfaction, whacked James’ red hot butt cheeks with her paddle. She was teaching James a lesson he would never forget. James blushed and whimpered as his butt burned like a supernova. He was so very embarrassed.

“These are such adorable little panties James, so very girly! You are a panty boi!” giggled Prits.

“Oh! I’m so embarrassed!” whimpered James.

“Yes! You are bare-assed, alright. And I am spanking that ass for justice!” smiled Prits.

James rolled his eyes and blushed as the firm panty-pounding continued. James was taking a very proper spanking for Girl Power justice. Three Indian girlfriends of Prits sat ten feet away and giggled with glee. Prits new boyfriend, Daniel, sat in the corner with a smug look on his face.

Prits paused the spanking to give her arm a rest. One of her friends, named Alora, jumped up and took the paddle. Alora began spanking James. Whacking his right cheek and then his left. All the girls laughed at the sight of panty-boi James getting payback for lying.

James whimpered and squeaked, “Oh, mommy!” He blushed with intense embarrassment. Prits snapped the waistband on his tiny panty and declared, “We will make sure that everyone that you know and we know finds out that you are a panty boi!”

Each one of the girls was able to deliver a series of swats for Indian Girl Power. Prits’ boyfriend, Daniel, laughed at the scene. He also took a video with his phone and sent it to each of the girls. The spanking was so fierce, James’ butt would be sore for a few days.

The spanking was paused once again. But this time, Prits shoved James off of her lap. James landed on his butt on the floor with a jarring THUD! His mouth dropped open in shock, and he stared up at Prits. Prits covered her mouth and laughed at him.

Then Daniel commanded, “Panty boi! Crawl on your hands and knees over to me!”

James obeyed and crawled to Daniel. Once he knelt before Daniel, Daniel passed the phone to Prits to videotape. Then Daniel pulled out his very large cock and told James, “Kiss it and lick it until it is hard!”

James blushed but obeyed. He began kissing Daniel’s huge Indian cock with slow sensual kisses. Prits and the girls laughed at James. When Daniel’s humongous cock was hard, he ordered James to suck it.

James took the head between his lips and slowly slid the monster cock over his tongue and past his tonsils. Then James began to suck the cock. The girls erupted in hilarious laughter. Prits videotaped every second of the cock-feeding.

James blushed with total humiliation but bobbed and slurped on the huge meat stick. Daniel stood and grabbed James’ head, and began thrusting his hips with domination. The ginormous cock plunged deep into James’ throat. James’ eyes fluttered and watered profusely.

James dutifully gobbled the cock as Daniel pumped his hips strongly. The brutal throat-fucking was recorded for mass distribution. James would be known as the cock-slurping panty boi. It was totally embarrassing for James.

Daniel moaned and then sucked air between his teeth as his huge Indian cock exploded in the American panty-boi mouth. James guzzled every drop of cum given to him. Daniel fed James a dump truckload of Indian cum.

The girls cheered and laughed as they gave each other high-fives in a Girl Power celebration. James blushed so intensely. He was humiliated beyond belief. His simple brain sizzled with humiliation. James was totally dumbfounded.

James’ lips slowly slid off of Daniel’s cock with a POP! Then James licked down the shaft to Daniel’s balls. He took the balls into his mouth and sucked in subservience as the huge cock flopped across his face. Prits laughed so hard.

After a few minutes of sucking Indian balls, American James pulled his lips off the balls and sensually kissed up the cock to the tip. James wrapped his sissy lips around Daniel’s cock and began blowing Daniel again.

James submitted fully to Daniel’s superior masculinity as his mouth pleasured Daniel. James slurped and gobbled the cock in such an obvious demonstration of submission. It was thoroughly humiliating for James.

“Woo-hoo! Look at America suck India’s cock! Serve that cock, you slutty panty boi!” laughed Prits.

James blushed and bobbed as his cheeks hollowed and sucked. He slurped and slobbered like he could not get enough cock in his mouth. It was instantly obvious that James possessed expert cock-sucking skills. And it was obvious that America was sucking the cock of India.

Daniel groaned in delight as his cock throbbed deep in James’ sissy mouth. Then Daniel grunted as his cock erupted and filled James’ mouth with Indian cum. James blushed and guzzled the cum like a pro.

“Oh god! I love that cum! Feed me your cum daddy!” James blushed.

Prits rolled on the ground laughing in hilarious laughter. She and her girlfriends laughed so hard that they had to catch their breath. James also had to catch his breath. His throat had been stuffed with a huge cock.

“James, you Indian cock-whore! You were born to suck cocks!” giggled Prits.

“You will be sucking a lot of Indian cocks!” Alora assured James.

James nodded in agreement as he accepted his role assigned by Prits. It was his only option. He knew Prits would keep him sucking cocks. His mouth was intended to pleasure Indian cocks.

Prits had composed herself and pulled a blushing James back across her knee. She picked up her paddle and resumed the spanking. James whimpered and whined in embarrassment and surrender. His butt cheeks were so hot that he thought his panties were going to burst into flames any second.

“India spanks America’s ass!” giggled Alora.

James was spanked until he was disoriented and speechless. His butt was so sore that he would never forget these moments when Prits put him in his place. It was so very embarrassing for James.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Alora opened the door, and 20 Indian guys came into the room. Prits laughed and clapped in approval. She instructed those guys to hardcore fuck James’ throat with power and domination.

Prits smiled in ecstatic victory as she and her friends walked out of the room. She had accomplished exactly what she wanted. Justice was won, and she felt powerful. James would suck Indian cocks for several hours.

Alora stopped in the doorway as she exited the room. She smiled and declared, “James, you silly sissy! You keep America sucking the cocks of India!”

The videotape of James sucking cock wearing only panties was viewed by more than 20 million people worldwide. James would never date another girl. He only sucked Indian cocks and guzzled Indian cum.

Every night before James crawls into bed, he whimpers, “Prits! You keep me sucking cocks! Your Indian Girl Power rules my world! Ohhh, the embarrassment!”

Prits smiles, knowing that James is the cock-whore of India. She likes it that America sucks India’s cock daily and guzzles its cum.

Hi all, this is Rocky from Bangalore. I am going to tell you all the story of my mom, Usha, how I had sex chatted with her from a fake ID, and how I got to know her sexual fantasies, kinks, and secrets. This is the third part of the story.

My mom Usha is a divorcee at the age of 41. She is sexually active like an 18-year-old girl, though being in her 50s. We change clothes in front of each other, so seeing each other naked is a normal thing, and staying naked also we don’t mind.

So, coming back to the story, I pinged her again…

Varun: Hi, Usha dear.

Usha: Hey Varun, my handsome man. What are you doing?

Varun: Yes, my baby. I am doing good. What about you?

Usha: I am good too.

Varun: So Usha, my girlfriend, tell me more about your experiences and fantasies.

Usha: Well, I have this experience where my brother’s friend by name Venky showed me this world of sex. He was the first who fucked me properly continuously for years. He was so hot that any girl would lust for him. I was also one of those girls who lusted for him, wanting to give him myself completely, which I did eventually.

Usha: So Venky used to keep coming home to meet my brother, and he used to sit with me and my son while I was making my son study. He used to smell of cigarettes which I didn’t like. But I got used to it as he didn’t want to stop smoking after so much persuasion by me.

Usha: We both had that love for each and also, he was the one who taught me how to smoke. We were working in the same area. Our offices were next to each other, and we used to meet in breaks, and on his insistence, I started smoking.

Usha: Sometimes, we used to travel together in the same vehicle. One day I really didn’t want to go home after work, so during our break time when we both met, I asked him to take me out somewhere so that I could have time for myself. Venky also agreed to it and we went out that evening to MG Road and started doing window shopping and walking to nearby places.

Usha: Our walking soon turned out to be like couples, and we were holding hands and happily smoking. I was wearing a neat saree with a sleeveless blouse and he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

Usha: We thought of sitting and chit-chatting with each other for a while and going home from there. But where we sat was a secluded place, and the wind was blowing, and it was chilled. We were sitting very close to each other our shoulders rubbing. Suddenly, Venky kissed me on my cheeks and I was just looking at him in shock. But my love and lust for him was inside waiting to be unleashed.

Usha: Without talking a single word, I leaned forward with my lips. He gently took my face in his hands and started to kiss my lips as though we had been lovers for ages. His hands slowly moved on my boobs unbuttoning my blouse, and I just broke our kiss and looked around to see if someone was there.

Then he said: No one will come here, for this only I got you here, don’t worry.

Usha: Then I sighed in relief and got back to kissing him madly.

Soon I was naked from the top and fed him my boobs one by one. He removed my saree making me nude. My erect nipples were wanting him to play with them. He stood up, got naked, and lowered my head towards his nipples, making me lick them, and then to his hard dick which was standing like a rocket wanting some saliva from me.

Usha: Then I started munching on his dick while rubbing his balls my saliva dripping over his dick. He made me lie down and licked my pussy for a while. Rubbing his dick on my pussy entrance was tickling me. I crossed over my hands over my head. He initially was just inserting his hard dick in and out for some time.

Usha: Then Venky held both my hands, kissed me deeply, and entered his hard rod inside my pussy while I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. His thrusts kept on getting intense, and his speed picked up, and sweat started to flow from my body. Venky was biting my lips. My moaning increased from, “Aah to aaaahhh yes to yeeeessss..” scratching his back and biting his nipples.

Usha: Then he turned me around, spanked me, and entered my pussy, holding my hips and spanking my ass once in a while. He suddenly stopped fucking me and made me blow his dick for a while. We licked each other and were exploring each other. I then sat on him and started to ride, swinging my head and having a cigarette.

Usha: Then I leaned forward to smooch my man. His chest was shining with sweat. With each drop of his sweat, I licked like a passionate lover. Then he put me down and kept ramming my vagina, pinching my nipples from the top, closing his eyes, and increasing his speed. We both came together and lay down there. We then got up and got ready and left for our homes.

Varun: Fuck, Usha! You are a born randi (slut), isn’t it?

Usha: Hahahaha, Randi, yes, but not as you think, Varun.

Varun: Yes Usha, you are sexy. I would love to make love to you. Also, I have finished masturbating, hearing your experience.

Usha: Hahahaha..Somebody came so fast! Nice, I will also masturbate now and ping you later, Varun.

Now I was in a different world. I went to my mom directly pointing my dick. She shook my dick and I cummed hard and kissed her.

***

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Hello readers, I am back with the next part of my story. Mujhe pata hai aapko ye story kitni pasand hai and you hate the delay. Isliye fatafat main story continue karta hu.

Apni maa ko apne kaabu mein karne ke baad maine unhe poora garam kar diya, aur unke nipples ko choosne laga.

Maa: Aaram se beta, isme doodh nahi hai.

Maa ne khud hi apne petticoat ka naada khol diya, aur ab wo sirf panty mein thi. Main unke boobs ko zor-zor se suck aur press kar raha tha. Unhone mere sar ko kass ke apne seene se laga rakha tha, aur siskariyan aur aahen bhar rahi thi.

Maine jhat se usko bed ke kinare par fir se patak diya, aur unke muh se zor ki aaahhh nikli. Maa mere saamne black panty mein thi sirf, aur unka gora nanga badan mere liye taras raha tha. Unke bade boobs aur khade kaale nipples jo mere choosne se geele ho gaye the, wo chamak rahe the. Maine fatt se maa ke badan par apna hath firaya, aur laa kar unki panty par rok diya.

Unki panty poori geeli thi. Maine panty ke upar se unki chut ko zor se dabaya. Aise karte hi maa ki aankhen band ho gayi, aur muh se halki ummh nikli. Maine unke gale ko suck karna start kiya, aur use bite kar liya. Dheere-dheere main apni jeebh ko maa ke boobs pe le aaya. Fir unke nipples ke jeebh se chaata, aur unke mulayam gore pet ko choomne laga.

Kya batau doston, meri maa ka pet ek-dum chikna, aur gora, aur aate ki tarah mulayam tha. Mere ghar ki dono auratein chubby hai. Di aur maa ek-dum khaate-peete khandan ki auratein lagti hai.

Dheere-dheere main maa ki chut ki taraf badh raha tha. Maine unki panty ke upar se hi maa ki chut ko kiss kiya. Wo to jaise tadap uthi. Fir achanak se meri nazar unki gori jaanghon par gayi. Maine unhe choomna shuru kar diya, aur unki chut ke bagal jaangh ko suck karne laga. Main unke boobs ko ek hath se dabane laga.

Maa ki taangein mere kandho par, hath mere baalon mein, aur muh se sirf mera naam nikal raha tha.

Maa: Aaaah betaaaa, apni maa se itna pyaar koi nahi karta hoga, aahhh.

Maine maa ki panty ko ungli se sarkaya to mere saamne unki jharne ki tarah behne wali chut thi. Maa ki chut di ki tarah chikni nahi thi. Us par chhote-chhote baal the, aur paseene ki alag si mehak. Maine unke chut ko apni jeebh se chaata, jisse wo shock ho gayi, aur apni gaand ko peeche karte hue boli-

Maa: Oye ye kya kar raha hai? Aisa nahi karte.

Maine unki taangon ko pakda, aur unka chut apne muh ke paas kass ke pakad li. Fir apni jeebh se unki chut chaatne laga. Di ki chut chaat-chaat kar main train ho chuka tha. Maa ki chut ka swaad di ki tarah nahi tha. Umar ke farak par har chut ka swaad zabardast hota hai doston.

Main kutte ki tarah unki chut ko chaat raha tha, aur wo kutiya ki tarah uchal rahi thi. Ab wo mera muh apni chut ki taraf daba rahi thi. Poore kamre mein unki zor-zor ki aaahhh ummmm ki awaaze thi. Shayad bahut dino baat unhe ye sukh mila tha.

Wo apni awaaz ko dabane ke liye apne muh par hath rakh rahi thi. Par unse control nahi ho raha tha. Tabhi unhone apni jaanghon se mere sar ko zor se jakad liya, aur fir unka paani chhoot gaya. Unhone mere baalon ko pakad kar mera muh apni chut se hataya aur jhadte hue bed pe nirast ho gayi.

Hum dono ki saanse fool chuki thi. Par main rukne wala nahi tha. Mera lund abhi shant jo nahi hua tha. Main bed ke kinare khada hua, aur apne lund ko unki chut par set kiya. Maa ne mujhe dekha. Wo thaki hui nazron se thoda aaram maang rahi thi. Par unke hontho ki muskan mera lund chaahti thi.

Wo mujhe rok bhi nahi sakti thi, aakhirkaar unke bete ka lund khada tha, aur unki chut ka rass beh raha tha. Maine jhatt se unke chut mein dhakka maara, to mera lund jaise malayi mein ghusa ho, ek hi baar mein aadhe se zyada andar chala gaya. Maa ke muh se lund andar jaate hi aaah nikli. Main bed ke kinare khada tha. Mera lund maa ki chut mein tha, aur wo bed par thi.

Maine unki gaand ko uthaya, aur apni taraf kheench kar ek aur dhakka diya. Mera lund ab poora unki chut mein tha. Maa ki aankhen band thi, aur mere lund ke poore andar jaate hi unke muh se lambi aahhh nikli. Main bhi poore josh mein tha. Maine maa ko zor-zor se chodna start kiya, aur apne hath se unke boobs ko masal raha tha.

Maa: Aaaah beta, aaram se chod. Main teri hi hu.

Me: Kya batau mummy bahut din se tumhe patane ke liye mehnat kar raha tha. Aaj jaake tum mili ho.

Maa: Uhhhmmm mujhe nahi pata tha ki bete se chudwane mein itna maza aayega. Warna jis din se toone ye harkatein shuru ki, usi din tere lund pe baith jati.

Maa ki baaton se mujhe ab aur josh aa raha tha. Maine ek hath se unke gale ko pakda, aur unki taang ko apne par tika kar zor-zor se unki chut maarne laga. Thodi hi der mein mere lund se raha nahi gaya, aur mera poora maal maine maa ki chut mein hi chhodh diya. Usi samay maa bhi firse jhad gayi, aur mera lund poora geela ho gaya.

Main himmat harke maa ke baju mein let gaya, aur unko hug karke leta raha. Maa bhi mujhe pyaar se sehla rahi thi, aur apne seene se laga ke mere maathe ko choom rahi thi chhote bachhe ki tarah.

Hope ye part aapko acha lage. Main jaldi hi next part share karunga. Tab tak mere lund hilane waale bhai hilate rahe, aur geeli chut wali bhabhiyan aur behne mujhe [email protected] pe mail kare. Next part mein aapko bataunga kya hua jab didi ko mere aur maa ke rishte ka pata chala.

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the small town. Unnati, a stunning 26-year-old woman with long dark hair and deep brown eyes, stood by her bedroom window. She watched the sky transform into a canvas of orange and pink hues.

She wore a loose silk robe tied loosely around her slender waist, revealing a hint of her smooth, tanned skin. Unnati had been living alone since her brother left for college. Tonight, she was expecting a visitor—her brother’s best friend, Tinnu.

Tinnu was a year younger than her brother, making him just 19 years old. He was a tall, lanky teenager with a boyish charm and a mischievous smile. Unnati had always found him attractive. The fact that he was still a virgin only added to his allure.

She knew it was wrong to think of her brother’s friend in such a way, but she couldn’t help herself. Unnati had a secret desire to corrupt the innocent young man and introduce him to the pleasures of the flesh. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the doorbell rang, breaking Unnati out of her reverie.

She smoothed down her robe and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. With a final check in the mirror, she made her way downstairs. Her heart pounded with anticipation. When she opened the door, Tinnu stood there, his eyes widening at the sight of her.

“Hey, Unnati,” he greeted her, his voice cracking slightly. “I, uh, hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Unnati smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “Not at all, Tinnu. Come in. I was just about to make some tea. Would you like some?”

Tinnu nodded, stepping into the house. He was nervous, and it showed in the way he fidgeted with his hands. Unnati noticed his gaze wander over her body. Taking in her exposed thighs and the hint of cleavage visible through the open robe. She bit her lip, enjoying the effect she had on him.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she purred, leading him to the living room. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Unnati disappeared into the kitchen, giving Tinnu a moment to collect himself. He sat on the edge of the sofa, his heart racing. He had always thought of Unnati as a sister figure. But tonight, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was happening.

His eyes darted around the room, taking in the cosy atmosphere. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air. In the kitchen, Unnati prepared the tea, her hands shaking as she thought about what she was about to do. She wanted Tinnu.

She knew he desired her, too, even if he didn’t fully understand it yet. She added a pinch of a special herb known for its aphrodisiac properties to the tea. She stirred it slowly, lost in her thoughts. When she returned to the living room, Tinnu was still sitting on the sofa.

His eyes were fixed on the door as if expecting someone else to walk in. Unnati handed him a cup of tea, her fingers brushing against his as she did so. “Here you go,” she said softly, her voice low and sultry. “It’s a special blend. I hope you like it.”

Tinnu took a sip, his eyes closing briefly as he savoured the taste. “Mmm, it’s delicious,” he murmured, his voice husky. Unnati sat beside him, her leg brushing against his, and leaned in close. “I’m glad you like it,” she whispered, her warm breath caressing his ear. “I made it just for you.”

Tinnu’s breath hitched, and he turned to face her, his eyes locking with hers. “Unnati, I… I don’t know what’s happening here. I mean, you’re like a sister to me, but…”

“Shh,” Unnati placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “Just relax and let yourself feel, Tinnu. You’re a man now, and it’s natural to have desires. I want to help you explore them.”

As she spoke, Unnati’s hand drifted to his thigh, her fingers gently caressing the firm muscle. Tinnu’s breath quickened. He felt a stirring in his groin, his cock beginning to harden. Unnati’s touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“You’re so handsome, Tinnu,” she whispered, her fingers inching higher, her nails lightly scraping his skin. “And so innocent. I want to show you how good it can feel.”

Tinnu’s resistance was crumbling, his body responding to her touch and her words. He had never felt this way before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Unnati’s hand reached his bulging crotch, and she gently rubbed his growing erection through his pants.

“Oh God,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. “Unnati, I…”

“It’s okay, Tinnu,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Let go. I want to make you feel good. I want to be your first.”

With that, Unnati leaned in and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Tinnu responded instinctively. His tongue tangled with hers as they explored each other’s mouths. Unnati’s hand worked his zipper, freeing his straining cock from its confines. She stroked him gently, her touch firm and confident.

“Oh fuck,” Tinnu moaned into her mouth as she began to stroke him in earnest. “That feels so good.”

Unnati broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I want you, Tinnu. I want to feel you inside me.”

She stood and began to slowly untie her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body. Tinnu’s eyes widened at the sight of her full breasts, her erect nipples and begging for attention. Her flat stomach led down to a patch of neatly trimmed dark hair, and her long legs seemed to go on forever.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.

Unnati smiled, a look of pure lust on her face. “Thank you, Tinnu. Now, come and take what’s yours.”

She guided him to the bedroom, where the setting sun bathed them in a warm, golden light. Tinnu’s hands trembled as he reached for her. His fingers traced the curves of her body, learning her shape and texture. Unnati arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he explored her.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “And so wet.”

Unnati moaned, her hands finding his hard cock again, guiding it to her entrance. “Please, Tinnu. I need you.”

With one smooth thrust, he entered her, his virgin cock sliding into her hot, tight pussy. Unnati cried out, her body welcoming him as he filled her. Tinnu froze, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside her. His cock was enveloped by her warm, wet walls.

“Move, Tinnu,” Unnati urged, her voice thick with desire. “Fuck me. It’s okay, I want it.”

Tinnu began to move, slowly at first, then with growing confidence. Unnati’s hands gripped his hips, guiding his movements as he set a steady rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her. Each thrust elicited a moan from Unnati’s lips.

“Yes, Tinnu, just like that,” she panted, her nails digging into his skin. “Fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

Tinnu complied, his youthful energy driving him to pound into her with increasing force. Unnati’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her climax. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she surrendered to the pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Tinnu!” she cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh God, keep fucking me!”

Tinnu’s orgasm was building, his balls tightening as he thrust into her with abandon. Unnati’s tight pussy milked his cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m cumming, Unnati!” he groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied his load deep inside her.

Unnati screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around his throbbing cock. They clung to each other, their hearts racing and their breath mingling as they rode out their shared climax.

As their breathing slowed, Tinnu pulled out of her, his spent cock glistening with their combined juices. Unnati lay back on the bed, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile on her lips. Tinnu collapsed beside her, his body spent but his mind racing.

“That was…” he began, struggling to find the words.

“Incredible,” Unnati finished for him, reaching over to stroke his cheek.” And it’s just the beginning, Tinnu. There’s so much more we can explore together.”

Tinnu looked into her eyes, his expression a mix of wonder and desire. He knew his life had changed forever, and he couldn’t wait to see what else Unnati had in store for him.

Little did he know, Unnati had only just begun to unleash her sexual prowess, and she intended to teach her young lover every erotic secret she knew.

All it takes is a little courage. Come to me soon. I am expecting your email [email protected]. Let’s meet in my land.

This series is a figment of my imagination. All characters mentioned in the story are fictional and are created for entertainment purposes. Please don’t mail me asking for my details. Review emails are appreciated.

I am Sarah, and this is a story of how I submitted myself to my distant 20-year-old nephew, Alan.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next part. I have been busy with some personal things this year. I’ll make sure that the next parts keep on coming at regular intervals. Thank you for showering all the appreciation and love on my previous stories. Hope you like this one too.

Chapter 3:

Alan let me rest for some time on his bed until I regained consciousness. He also took care of me and my body like a husband would of his wife. He cleaned me, bathed me, fed me and applied ointment on my body over the bruises.

My face was all red and bruised up by the brutal slaps, which I didn’t mind at all. I made sure that Alan knew about my consent. He rubbed the ointment all over my face and made sure I was healed before he bruised me up all over again.

“Aunt, I hope you didn’t mind the brutal assault I did on you,” he said with a caring tone.

I couldn’t believe he was the same guy who slapped me so hard and made me scream until my lungs came out just a few hours ago.

“Not at all, son. I meant what I said earlier, and if this is the aftercare I’ll receive after every session, I’m more than happy to do it again. Next time, don’t hold back and continue what you did today,” I said. We both kissed each other like a couple.

I was all naked on his bed, and I didn’t mind that at all.  I cuddled Alan tightly, and he, too, responded in the same way.

“So tell me, Aunt, what are your hard limits?” he asked me.

“Umm, nothing as such, except for shit-play. I’m fine with anything,” I said

“So you mean tomorrow, if I throw you naked between a group of 10 people, you’d be okay to get fucked by these 10 people?” He asked very casually.

“If I’m being honest, YES. I don’t mind following your commands as long as you make sure of my safety. Also, if you don’t know, your Aunt likes to feast on pussies from time to time, so you can make your evil mind plan something around it,” I said naughtily. I pressed my finger on his head, enacting to think.

“You are opening all new possibilities for me to keep you on your toes,” saying this, he placed his finger on my swollen clit.

“You are the Master of this house now. Your wish is my command, and I’ll do everything I can to fulfil it,” I said and kissed my nephew like I would kiss any of my lovers.

We cuddled for some time, and then Alan ordered food from the nearby Chinese corner. When the delivery guy buzzed, he gave me a see-through lingerie to wear and ordered me to collect the parcel. Like a shameless slut, I walked half-naked in front of a stranger and fulfilled my Master’s command.

The delivery guy’s eyes popped out of his socket as he saw up and down my body. He made sure he captured my body in his brain until I shut the door on his face. This was a unique experience for me as I had never done anything as such before in my life.

“Aunt, do you mind if I invite my girlfriend here next week?” Alan asked me

“Baby, I just now told you that you are the Master of this house now, you can invite whoever you want to. Just out of curiosity, does your girlfriend know that you are an animal in bed?” I asked

“Who do you think I practised all of this before?” He asked and gave me an evil smile

“Anyway, we had our fun for a year, but now she is looking to be dominant. I’m not submissive, so I’m thinking, what if I involve you? We both dominate the shit out of your body,” he said and pulled me closed by pulling my netted panties.

“That sounds fun. I couldn’t wait to taste my Mistress’s pussy,” I said and licked my lips with my tongue seductively.

“That’s like my good little slut,” Alan said, and we both kissed each other. Alan was 16 years younger than me. But he held such a dominant position that no one would believe I was the older one in our Master-Slave relationship.

Alan made me kneel between his legs under the dining table. He had his dinner, and then he fed me the leftovers from his used plate. That night, we both slept in my bedroom, which was also the Master Bedroom of my penthouse. Alan applied some ointment over my pussy.

My pussy healed completely by the next morning, and the swelling also disappeared. He gave me a pill, which I swallowed without asking any questions. It was a painkiller, I believe, that gave me a good sleep and made sure I was back to normal by morning.

The next morning was a Sunday. By the time I woke up, Alan was already up, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I woke up and looked at my body in the mirror. The bruises from slaps and Alan’s bites were looking amazing over my body.

My face was still a bit bruised up, but the pill was doing its job. Alan had made sure to slap me at the right spots so that no bone of mine was hurt. It was only the skin that suffered.  I walked down to the kitchen, still naked from last night.

I saw Alan preparing an omelette, wearing nothing but an apron. He looked so hot that my pussy started getting wet at the very instant. Alan and I spent the entire Sunday cuddling and kissing around the house. He made sure I was fully recovered before he assaulted my body again.

The only rule I had to follow was to stay naked in the house. He didn’t allow me to wear a single piece of fabric over my body. I, too, was enjoying the thrill. The entire week went by and Alan was with his college and didn’t give me much attention.

However, he made sure that I obeyed his order to stay naked in the house. My wounds healed after 2-3 days, and the bruises were not that visible.  Finally, it was Friday eve, and I knew Alan would be unleashing his beast tonight.

As soon as he came inside the house, he searched for me around the penthouse and finally found me sitting on my couch, naked, waiting for my Master. He came closer to me and grabbed my neck in his palms. He pulled me up and kissed the hell out of my mouth.

Our tongues were playing with each other. Our faces were smothered in each other’s saliva. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a rope from his pocket and tied my hands behind my back. He spread my legs and decided to torture my recovered pussy.

“If you close your legs even by a centimetre, you’ll have to bear the consequences,” Alan said and THWACK! He landed a hard slap on my pussy.

I screamed in pain but made sure that my legs didn’t close.

THWACK!

“Count,” he said as he slapped my face with his big rough hands.

“One, Master,” I said with a broken voice.

THWACK!

“Aah! Two, Master,”

THWACK!

“Ah! Three, Master,”

THWACK!

“Fuck! Four, Master,”

THWACK!

“Five, Master,”

THWACK!

“Aah! Six, Master,”

Alan was not showing any signs of mercy. He kept on slapping my pussy, and it was swollen by now.  I kept on counting and had reached 35 by now. Finally, I couldn’t keep it in, and all the pain made me cum like a mad woman.

My pussy gave up, and like a shameless whore, I came all over my nephew’s hand. My body shivered like a leaf, and I collapsed on the floor. My orgasm lasted for what felt like forever. It was one of the best orgasms I had in my life.

“Look at you, shameless piece of filth. You came just by getting slapped on your pussy by your nephew,” Alan said as he stood above me while I lay flat on the floor.

I looked at him, still recovering from my orgasm and gave him a sly smile. My pussy was completely swollen by now. It showed prints of my nephew’s fingers all over it. Alan didn’t hold back and dragged me on the floor by pulling my hair.

He pulled me up so that I was on my knees now. My hands were still tied behind my back, so it was getting difficult for me to balance my body. Alan cupped my chin and made me face him. I tried not to look directly into his eyes as I didn’t want to get punished again.

“Would you like it if I slap your beautiful face now?” Alan asked me

I being the horny whore, immediately replied, “I am your property, Master. You can do whatever you feel like with me,”

THWACK! As I completed my sentence, Alan landed a vicious slap on my cheek. I lost my balance and fell on the floor while on my knees. It was a pretty awkward position that I was in with my hands tied behind me.

Alan picked me up and slapped me again with the same intensity. He repeated this 3 more times, and every time he slapped me, I fell to the ground.  Finally, he dropped his trousers. His dick swung open. I got wetter looking at his leaking dick.

There was a thick layer of sticky pre-cum on his dick-head. It was drooling down his dick. He was completely hard. His dick was throbbing, waiting for me to suck all of his sweet nectar. He placed his dick on my open mouth and slid it in like a hot knife on butter.

I took his monster inside my throat until he couldn’t push any further. I was gagging over my nephew’s dick. He tried to make it deeper into my oesophagus.  He held my head with both his hands and started to mouth-fuck me with his cock.

All his pre-cum was drooling from the side of my lips as his dick went in and out of my sloppy mouth like a piston. He fucked my mouth for 10 more minutes. Just when I felt he was going to release, he pulled out, leaving me hungry for his sweet gooey cum.

“Do you know what is going to happen with you tonight?” he asked me.

“I’m going to get fucked and humiliated by my Master,” I replied, knowing my fate.

“Tonight, it’s not going to be just me,” he replied. I looked at him with a confused look.

He pointed towards the door as it slid open. I could see a very hot woman, around the same age as my nephew, with fair, perfect round boobs and a cute face. She was wearing a crop top and a skirt that ended just above her knees. She started walking towards us with a broad smile on her face.

“Slut, meet Ananya, my girlfriend, your new Mistress,” he said as he grabbed her by her waist. They both kissed each other like lovers. I knew I was in for fun.

I hope you liked this part. I will be posting the next part very soon. Please email me your reviews at [email protected].

Hi readers. First of all, thank you so much for the amazing response to my previous story, ‘Dear Diary – Horny Student Counselor’s Terms to Fuck.’All the events described in this series are true except for the names.

So, after that steamy encounter with Tej, she broke all the contacts with me. I was worried, and various thoughts crossed my mind. Didn’t she like sex? Did I do something wrong? Did she get pregnant and now hiding from me? And so on.

But, later, I came to know that she got engaged the next week, and that made sense. So, she just lost her virginity to me just before her engagement. Well, I felt honoured. So, now, let’s talk about another encounter that I had in mid-November 2023.

Let me start by re-introducing myself and the other character of this story:

Sky (Myself): I’m a 28-year-old working professional in Delhi/NCR. I stand 5 ft 9 inches tall with average body type, fair skin and a tool of 6 inches long and 2.5 inches thick. I also am a temporary companion for ladies/girls/couples out there in Delhi/NCR. I satisfy both emotional and physical needs. BDSM/ MFM/ FMF/ romantic dinner dates/ dance partner and so on.

Ankita: A 24-year-old girl who is post-graduated and now hunting for a job. She’s probably 5 ft tall with a figure of 34C-32-32.

So, I was using Tinder for 30-40 days and was not getting any great matches. I was getting matched, but no one was good enough to pass that vibe check. Finally, I got a match with a girl named Ankita. She was a little dusky, but her curves were pretty evident in the pictures.

We chatted for a few days on Tinder and I must say, we were going along well. Then, she told me that she was actively looking for a job in Delhi/NCR. I asked her to share her CV on WhatsApp so that I could forward it to my contacts.

That’s how our numbers got exchanged. I helped her get a job, and in the process, we came close. We used to talk about our day, rant about our bosses and discuss all the other things.

One night, it was around 11:00 PM. We were talking, and she said that she was sleepy. We bid Good Night to each other, and just before hanging up, I kissed her over the phone.

Ankita: Kya kiya abhi tumne? (What did you just do?)

Sky: Kuch bhi to nahi. (Nothing at all.)

Ankita: I heard that.

Sky: (Giving a kiss again) What did you hear?

Ankita: This. This. You are getting naughty now, haan. So jao chup chap bina shaitani kare. (Sleep quietly without getting naughty.)

And then we hung up the call. I knew in my mind at least she wasn’t mad at me. So, all I had to do was to push a little harder. The next day was the weekend. So I called her in the morning enquiring about her plans for the day. She had nothing planned for the day.

Ankita: I just did my laundry, and now I do not have anything to do as such.

Sky: What about my treat?

Ankita: Which treat?

Sky: I got you a job. You could at least take me to the movies and dinner. Also, we met at a dating site, remember?

Ankita: I haven’t got my salary yet. I will definitely give you a treat once I receive it.

Sky: Your company is a treat for me. There is this movie I want to see, would you care to join?

Ankita: Going to the cinema hall is very tiresome, and I don’t want to get exhausted on the weekend.

Sky: I have a better Idea. Why don’t you come to my place? We can watch a few movies, have chit chat and food together.

Ankita: Your place is too far away. I am not boarding the metro.

Sky: I am booking a cab for you, get ready. There you go. This is the Cab number and this is the OTP. I am waiting.

Ankita: So eager naa? Okay, I am getting ready then. Just select the movies we are going to watch.

I was way too excited. Her ETA was 80 minutes, so I rushed to the medical store and bought the condoms. Just in case there was any scope of action, I wanted to be prepared. Then I went to the washroom and shaved my pubes. I got dressed in my black formal shirt and black trousers.

I then applied my Paco Rabanne perfume, as smelling good was a must. Then, I impatiently waited for her to arrive. Finally, her ETA was 3 minutes. I climbed down the stairs and saw her cab. She got out of the cab, and I made the payment.

It was the first time Ankita and I were seeing each other in person. That too after talking to each other for about a month. She was wearing a black woollen top and blue denim paired with black leather boots.

We shook hands, and I welcomed her into my humble home. I opened the door for her and asked her to sit on the couch. Then, I brought some water for her. Then I made coffee for her as I knew she was a coffee person. We sat and started chit-chatting while sipping our coffee.

Sky: You look even more gorgeous in person, you know. I thought you were photogenic, but the pictures do not do you justice at all.

Ankita: (Blushing a little) Thank you, Sky, you are such a charmer.

Sky: I haven’t even started yet. (wink).

Ankita just laughed it out and said, “So, have you picked any movies yet?”

Sky: Quite a lot. Let’s proceed to the bedroom for that.

Ankita: The way you said it didn’t sound like you were talking about the movies.

Sky: Well, that all depends on how you interpret it, but the TV is in the bedroom. Moreover, you would also be more comfortable there sitting under the blanket.

I showed her the bedroom. She sat on the bed, and I sat just beside her, and we shared the blanket. I then switched on the TV and put on a horror movie whose name I don’t remember now.

Sky: I hope you are not scared of the ghosts.

Ankita: It is my favourite genre.

Sky: On that note, let’s set the mood. Let me switch off the lights first.

I switched off the lights, the room was completely dark, and I started the movie. We were sitting next to each other, our shoulders were touching over the fabrics of our clothes, and the movie started. I felt like hugging her tightly and kissing her thick, juicy lips.

But, I somehow controlled my emotions and tried concentrating on the movie. After 20-25 minutes, the ghost appeared suddenly in the movie, and Ankita was scared as hell. She let out a scream and held my hand tightly. I was a bit scared, too. But holding her hand passed an electric shock in my entire body.

So, I also played along and acted scared, but we continued watching the movie. As the movie passed by, there were more and more scary scenes. We held each other tightly with every passing scene. I had both my hands over her upper arms and was constantly hugging her.

I was feeling so good. Finally, the movie ended and I was still hugging her tightly.

Ankita: Movie khatam hi gayi hai ab (movie has ended now). You are safe now. You can leave me.

Sky: What if the ghost returns? It’s feeling good hugging you. Let’s start another movie.

Ankita: I am tired now. I am sleeping for a while, we will watch the movie afterwards now.

Sky: I am also sleepy, though.

I switched off the TV, wrapped the blanket around Ankita and myself and closed my eyes. To be honest, I was not in the mood to sleep at all. But also, I didn’t want to rush things and ruin my chances. So, I was taking it way too slow.

So, after a few minutes, I turned towards her. I hugged her by her waist and kept my eyes shut. She was lying on her back. She opened her eyes and said, “Still scared?”

To which I replied, “Not scared, but was feeling like hugging you, so I did. I hope you are comfortable.”

Ankita (After a pause of 30-40 seconds): Hmm.

Sky: What is hmm? I can always move aside if you are not comfortable.

Ankita: Koi zaroorat nahi hai. (No need).

I stayed in that position for as long as I can remember. I wanted her to take the next step or at least give me some hints so that I could take things to the next level.

After a few minutes, Ankita asked me, “Do you want to kiss me?”

It was all I wanted to hear. I straight away looked at her, though she wasn’t visible clearly because the lights were off. I planted a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, then her right cheek and then her left cheek. She held my head by my hair and took my lips into hers.

And then, we were indulged in the most intense smooch of my life. The kiss got sloppier and sloppier, and soon, our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. We were kissing like hungry dogs. Our salivas were mixed in each other’s mouths. It was a perfect bliss, I must say.

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Part 5 Conclusion: Bunty lightly pressed the side of her heavy engorged boobs over her wet shirt and said, “Is this where it is hurting, bhabhi?”

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By then, bhabhi’s boobs were so full of milk and hypersensitive, they were ready to explode. Bhabhi’s body shuddered at his touch as she instinctively stepped back, releasing his hands from the sides of her melons.

She had not expected him to do that and was clearly flustered by his unexpected brash move. But was also clearly getting aroused involuntarily. Her nipples were now visibly hardened trying to poke through her shirt.

Bhabi: Bunty, what are you doing?! What has gotten into you?!!

Bunty didn’t reply, but bhabhi got her answer as she noticed the obvious erection pitching a tent under his shorts. She followed his gaze to her hardened nipples poking and oozing milk through her already wet shirt which were so soaked that droplets of her milk were dripping down drop by drop. When he finally spoke, all he managed to say was, “WOW bhabhi, they are so BIG!”

Bhabhi’s face reddened with embarrassment as she quickly turned around and said, “You know what? I am grateful that you guys offered to stay and help while Sonu is away, but I’ll be fine. You both can go home now.”

Bunty: How can you say you are fine, bhabhi? Look at your feet. Your boobs are so full that your milk is leaking and dripping down on your feet.

Bhabhi already knew she was leaking profusely. She desperately wanted to be touched and milked. But she also knew that if she allowed them to stay, there was no telling how far things would go and if she would have the self-control to stop it. In her vulnerable state, she was involuntarily getting aroused with all this attention. She knew she had to ask them to go while she had any self-control left.

Bhabhi: Bunty, please! Try to understand and just listen to me. I will manage.

Knowing he might never get this opportunity again when Bhaiya returned, he walked up to bhabhi and hugged her tight from behind, clutching her in his arms as his lips lightly touched the back of her neck while he said, “No, Bhabhi. Bhaiya would be so upset if we left you when you needed our help most. We won’t leave you like this.” Bhabhi gasped and bit her lips as he held her tightly and she felt his erection grind against her big plump butt.

Bunty continued, “Tell me bhabhi, won’t you feel relief if we drain your big boobs?” as he continued grinding his erection against her butt and grabbed the sides of her boobs from over her shirt from behind, squeezing it, causing streams of milk to spray down to her feet.

With her tits in his grasp and his erection grinding her butt, bhabhi no longer had the self-control to resist and said, “I give up, Bunty. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Then he planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck and said, “Be at ease now and leave it to us, bhabhi, but let me wipe the milk off your feet first.”

Bunty looked around the room for a cloth until he saw bhabhi’s panties on the floor corner where I had left them. I wasn’t able to put them on bhabhi as they had come too suddenly. He picked them up and proceeded to clean bhabhi’s feet with her own panties.

He then stood up and, holding the panties in front of bhabhi’s face, asked, “Bhabhi, these were in the corner. Are you not wearing any panties?” Bhabhi was caught off-guard by his question as her face blushed, and she started nervously stuttering, trying to answer him.

Bunty: It’s ok bhabhi, no need to feel embarrassed. I’ll help put this on you.

This was his excuse to pull down her shorts and see her naked pussy. Surely, I thought she would not allow him to pull down her shorts. But she was so aroused with his attention and touching that she just stood there silently, almost eagerly waiting for him to pull down her shorts.

Until now, I had hoped that bhabhi would have resisted and sent them home, but things took a different course. Despite his threats to expose me, I did not doubt that if I didn’t intervene now, he would end up fucking bhabhi.

I barged into the room and said, “That won’t be necessary Bunty, I am back now.” Everyone looked in my direction in surprise. Bunty and Akash’s faces shriveled with anger and frustration, seeing me ruin their plans.

Bhabhi: Sonu, how could you just leave without telling me?!

Bunty: Bhabhi, you should not be relying on him to help you. You don’t know what impure thoughts he has about you.

Bhabhi: What is all this, Bunty? Stop talking rubbish.

Bunty pulled out bhabhi’s dirty panties, which I had masturbated with, from his shorts pocket held them stretched in front of bhabhi, and said, “These are your panties, right bhabhi?” Bhabhi replied in the affirmative but looked confused at where this was headed.

Bunty: Do you know where I found this, bhabhi? Under Sonu’s bed. And look what he did with it bhabhi. (pointing to the cum stains)

With shock and confusion on her face, bhabhi looked in my direction.

Me: It’s not like that bhabhi, I can explain.

Bunty: What will he explain, bhabhi? I caught him red-handed.

Bhabhi: Enough, Bunty. You two have to leave now, please. I am not in any condition to talk about this right now. Whatever the truth is, it will have to wait.

Bunty: Fine bhabhi, but if what I’m telling you is the truth, you have to let us help you just like Sonu gets to. Do you promise?

Bhabhi: Ok baba, fine! I promise.

Disappointed and disgruntled, they both walked out of the room, giving me an evil eye as they walked past me. I made sure to lock the main door after they left the house before returning to Bhabhi’s room. Then we stood there awkwardly, unable to make eye contact after all that Bunty had revealed to bhabhi.

Me: Bhabhi, please, allow me to explain.

Bhabhi: Not now Sonu. We have to talk about this but as I said, I am not in any condition to talk right now.

I walked up to bhabhi, tenderly kissed her sweaty forehead, and led her to the bed, where she sat with her back against the headboard. Then I grasped the bottom edges of her wet shirt that was stretched to the limit by the weight and size of her colossal boobs, lifted them, and removed her shirt, leaving her with nothing on except her tiny loose panty-less white shorts and mangal sutra.

I laid down on bhabhi’s side and scooted down to take her large, dark, leaking nipple in my mouth and was instantly rewarded with warm, sweet milk. Bhabhi let out a loud, “Aah!” as she felt pressure relief in her left breast, encouraging me to continue emptying her milk jugs with vigor. The moment was suddenly interrupted when my phone rang, startling us both. Unwillingly, I let her nipple slip out of my mouth to retrieve my phone from my shorts pocket. It was bhaiya.

Then I put the phone on speaker, placed it next to bhabhi, and returned to take her nipple back in my mouth and continue feasting while she spoke to Bhaiya.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, where is Sonu? He left his phone with you.

Bhabhi was silent for a second thinking of what to say. She could not tell him that his younger brother was right there with his mouth latched on to his wife’s nipple, feasting on her milk. Until today, bhabhi had never kept any secrets or lied to bhaiya.

Bhabhi: Actually, his friends have come over. He was in the middle of playing a video game with them, so he gave me the phone and rushed back to them.

While they spoke and caught up, I continued sucking. I was aware that Bhabhi’s other breast must still be hurting, so I moved my hand to her other breast, grasping her neglected nipple firmly between my thumb and index finger, pulling down on it to expel milk, causing Bhabhi to squeal loudly.

Bhaiya: What happened Sheetal? Are you ok?

Bhabhi: It was just a cramp, I am ok.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, I have some good news. Things are going well here, and I just got a raise.

Bhabhi’s face lit up with a smile. She congratulated bhaiya and told him he deserved it. After all, she knew the struggles he had to go through and this was the first good news since that unfortunate day.

Bhaiya: Now I can afford a live-in caretaker for you. In fact, I have already arranged for someone to come over tomorrow morning.

Bhabhi: That is good news, but I didn’t expect you would find someone so quickly.

Bhaiya: And that’s still not the best news Sheetal. Do you know what this coming Saturday is?

Bhabhi: Of course, it’s our wedding anniversary. How could I forget?

Bhaiya: And neither did I Sheetal. I’ll be coming over this weekend to celebrate our wedding anniversary.

Bhabhi was jubilated and couldn’t stop smiling. There was finally something for her to look forward to in these dark times.

Bhabhi: You couldn’t have given me better news. God only knows how I have managed without you.

Bhaiya: I can’t wait to see you again, Sheetal. I have missed you so much. Can I ask you something, Sheetal?

Bhabhi: Yes, of course. What is it?

Bhaiya: Have you missed me too?

Bhabhi: You know I have. Every day without you has been a challenge.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, I meant did you also miss our intimacy? God only knows how much I have missed seeing and touching you.

Bhabhi and I were both stunned to hear bhaiya talk like this. He thought bhabhi was alone and could talk freely. Bhabhi’s face, however, was red with embarrassment, and she didn’t want to have this conversation while I was still there.

Bhabhi: Let’s not talk about those things right now.

Bhaiya, however, was clearly in an aroused mood and said, “I wish I was there right now, to undress you and see you naked. I’m dying to see and play with those big juicy melons of yours. They must be aching to be fondled.” If he only knew his little brother was right there, with his mouth latched on to his wife’s nipple while his hands were groping her other breast.

After earlier having felt Bunty’s erection grind against her butt and with me sucking and playing with her melons now, Bhaiya’s dirty talk was affecting bhabhi. She started breathing heavily and pulled her legs towards her such that her knees were elevated. As she did that, her shorts also pulled up, exposing some of her curly pubes, which were moist with her wetness.

I was not going to let this moment go to waste. My hands instinctively reached out to grope and knead her massive hangers, followed by my lips planting soft kisses all over her breasts, being careful not to make any sounds.

Bhaiya: Sheetal, I am so hard right now. Is your chut (pussy) also wet?

Bhabhi didn’t answer but we both knew her pussy was soaking wet. My kisses trailed down to bhabhi’s navel, and my hand moved to the upper part of bhabhi’s milky white thunder thighs, inching its way up until I could feel her curly pubes brush against my fingers. Bhabhi gasped at the sensation, which only encouraged me further.

Having lost any sense of decorum and sanity, I grabbed bhabhi’s pussy with my palms from over her shorts. Bhabhi shrieked and tried to pull her hips back. But I maintained my grasp on her pussy, refusing to release it from my clutches.

Bhaiya: What happened, Sheetal? Are you ok?

Bhabhi: Sorry I have to go now. It’s not a good time.

Dismayed, Bhaiya said, “Ok Sheetal, I’ll wait till Saturday. God only knows how you must have suffered and longed for intimacy just like I have. I am sorry I wasn’t there to take care of your needs.” as he said bye and hung up. I, however, was still in an aroused trance and took her other nipple in my mouth while still holding her pussy in my grasp.

Bhabhi half-heartedly mumbled, “Sonu no, don’t Sonu, let go, please!”

I released her pussy from my grasp and let her nipple slip out of my mouth as I looked up to her and said, “Please bhabhi, Let me help you. Bhaiya spoke the truth only. You have gone far too long without having your needs met and you can’t even use your own hands to satisfy yourself anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffering like this.”

Bhabhi: That’s none of your concern, Sonu. Have you lost your mind to even suggest something like this?

Me: Look at yourself, bhabhi. Your pussy is dripping wet and itching to be touched and loved. Had I not intervened in time, you may not have been able to resist Bunty in this condition. Isn’t it better for this to stay in the family?

Bhabi: But you’re his little brother Sonu. How will we be able to face him without shame when he returns this weekend?

Me: There is no shame in satisfying your intimate needs bhabhi. I will only be helping you because you can’t satisfy yourself anymore. Just this once, allow me to care for your intimate needs like I have taken care of all your other needs thus far.

Bhabhi was lost in thoughts and dilemma as she hung her head down in silence. After she failed to say anything for what felt like forever, I figured she had made up her mind not to go through with it. Feeling dejected, I got up to leave her room.

As I made my way past the door, bhabhi said, “Sonu wait! Promise me this won’t go any further than you helping pleasure and release me. And there is one line that we absolutely can’t cross.

I understood bhabhi meant there can’t be any penetration. My face lit up with a smile and I eagerly replied. “I promise bhabhi. I only want to help pleasure and release you. Things will only go as far as you’re comfortable with”.

Bhabhi blushed as her eyes drooped to notice the obvious raging erection under my shorts now as I started walking towards the bed with my erection bouncing up and down.

I got up on the bed and extended my hands behind Bhabhi’s neck to take off her mangal sutra, but Bhabhi stopped me, saying, “Sonu no. you know this always stays on me.” She was right. I remember even while showering her, she had not let me take it off of her.

I spread Bhabhi’s legs so I could kneel between them as I lowered myself down on my elbows, laying on top of her, looking down at my motherly Bhabhi’s sweet, homely face.

Then I planted soft kisses all over her face – kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her chin. Bhabhi started moaning with her eyes closed when I shifted to teasing her ears with my tongue, gently taking her earlobes in my mouth.

Slowly I made my way to her lips, kissing them softly and hoping she would part them, but they remained shut. Bhabhi opened her eyes, looking at me as if something was still troubling her, and said, “Sonu?”.

Me: What is it Bhabhi?

Bhabhi: Promise me you won’t tell a soul about this? Not your bhaiya and not even your close friends?

Me: Yes, of course; why would I bhabhi? Rest assured; this will always be our little secret.

Bhabhi: And under no circumstances can this ever happen again. We can’t let this change our relationship and destroy our family. I hope you understand that.

Me: Don’t worry bhabhi. I completely understand.

Now that all her last remaining concerns were put to rest, the tension on Bhabhi’s face eased, and she parted her lips. I lowered my face to hers, locking and sealing our mouths in a deep French kiss, our tongues meeting and wrestling with each other for the very first time as I lowered my pelvis on hers and started grinding my erection against her pussy over her shorts.

After a few minutes of passionately kissing each other, I broke our kiss and raised Bhabhi’s arms before burying my face in her armpits, licking and sucking on her underarm flesh. Bhabhi giggled as she said, “Sonu no, it tickles,” but her giggles soon turned into moans as I continued grinding my erection against her shorts-covered pussy. All this foreplay was getting too much for Bhabhi. To my surprise, she suddenly said, “Sonu, I can’t wait any longer!”

She didn’t have to spell it out for me. I knew what she wanted. Then I lowered myself and pulled down her shorts exposing her hungry wet furry pussy. I lay down between her legs and started kissing her milky white inner thighs before resting my hands on her fuming hot pussy, rubbing it up and down in a circular motion, occasionally squeezing her pussy in my palms, causing Bhabhi to moan and shiver in delight.

Just as I felt Bhabhi was about to cum, I stopped suddenly, not wanting this night to end so quickly. Gasping for air, bhabhi exclaimed, “Don’t stop now Sonu! Keep going. I am almost there!” I granted her wish, surprising her by slowly inserting my index finger deep into her hot pussy, moving it in and out but at a slow pace as I didn’t want her to cum yet.

Bhabhi yelled, “Ahh, Yes, Sonu, that feels so good. Faster, Sonu!”. I was determined not to make her cum so fast so instead, I inserted a second finger. Bhabhi yelped, “Oh god, yes, that’s it Sonu, fuck me with your fingers.” I lowered my face to lick and suck her clit as I continued drilling her with my fingers. Bhabhi responded by raising her hips, grinding her pussy on my face.

I increased my pace and just as she was about to cum, I removed my fingers and buried my face in her pussy, vigorously licking and sucking her pussy while I moved my hands up and held both her swollen nipples between my thumb and finger, tugging on them until bhabhi exploded violently, squirting all over my face.

In a twisted way, I felt proud to have been the first one to finally help Bhabhi relieve her pent-up frustrations when she was no longer able to do it herself. As she savored the moment, breathing heavily with her mouth open and eyes closed, I surprised her once again by moving up and lowering my mouth to hers as I kissed her passionately, making her taste her own juices. Although caught off-guard with my move, bhabhi did not resist and kissed me back. Our mouths locked once again, sucking on each other’s tongue.

As we kissed, I got carried away and moved one hand down to lower my shorts, freeing my rock-hard cock as I rubbed it all over her pussy. Bhabhi opened her eyes as she felt my bare cock rub against her pussy, and we made eye contact with our mouths still locked. But thankfully she didn’t stop me or break the kiss. This only encouraged me to test her resolve further, as I nudged the tip of my cock in her vaginal opening.

With just one thrust, I could have entered Bhabhi’s love canal. But I promised her I would respect her limits and wouldn’t do anything against her wishes. Unfortunately, bhabhi broke our kiss and shook her head, saying, “Sorry, Sonu. Not that”.

Respecting her wishes, I pulled the tip of my cock out and got back up on my knees with my penis still standing erect. Bhabhi must have felt sorry for my condition as I had helped her cum but, in return, was left with a still erect penis and aching testicles begging to be relieved. Although under no obligation to return the favor as I had promised this was only for her benefit, she said, “As you helped me, Sonu, and also agreed this won’t happen ever again, I’ll help you as well, just this once.”

I looked at her quizzically, unsure how she meant to help. Sensing my confusion, bhabhi said, “If I could help you with my hands, I would but there is only one thing I can do for you now.”

My eyes widened at the implication. Not wanting to give her any time to change her mind, I hurriedly removed my shorts and moved up, squatting down over Bhabhi’s head until my cock was inches above her face. Bhabhi raised her head slightly until her lips touched the base of my cock, planting soft kisses and gently sucking all over the underside of my cock.

“Oh god, that feels so good, bhabhi,” I whispered, as she continued showering, affecting my cock. After a bit, I scooted up slightly until my balls were resting on her lips. I looked down to make eye contact with her and said, “Bhabhi, please.”

Bhabhi understood what I wanted but hesitated for a while before parting her lips as my balls dropped in her mouth. Then Bhabhi closed her mouth around my balls and started sucking and licking them, making me groan in ecstasy. I held my cock with one hand and started stroking myself while the other hand reached behind to grab her boob. I stroked my cock vigorously while kneading her boobs as Bhabhi continued to play with my balls using her mouth.

Just as I was about to cum, I stopped stroking myself and lifted myself, releasing my balls from Bhabhi’s mouth. I held my cock and directed the tip at Bhabhi’s mouth. Bhabhi looked at me and thankfully opened her mouth as I lowered my cock into her moist warm mouth. I then held on to the headboard rails and started fucking Bhabhi’s mouth forcefully, pounding her face hard as if it were her pussy until I came in spasms into her mouth.

As I emptied my load in Bhabhi’s mouth, she was taken by surprise, not expecting me to cum in her mouth, and started choking, causing her to swallow my cum involuntarily. Horrified, I immediately pulled out as she sat up against the headboard and gasped for air, trying to regain her composure.

Bhabhi: What is wrong with you Sonu? You shouldn’t have done that!

Me: I’m so sorry bhabhi. I didn’t mean to. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to pull out. Are you ok bhabhi?

While still breathing heavily and clearly flustered, bhabhi replied, “I’m ok. I just didn’t expect you to do that. This has never happened before and shouldn’t have happened now.”

I couldn’t believe it. Did Bhabhi unknowingly just imply that I, her husband’s little brother, was the first one to not only have cum in her mouth but the first one whose cum she had ever swallowed?

Cautiously, I dared to ask, “Bhaiya has never done this bhabhi?”

Bhabhi blushed with embarrassment, realizing she had unknowingly revealed too much personal information. Deciding not to dignify my crude question with an answer, she changed the subject.

Bhabhi: Sonu, what Bunty said earlier, about what you did with my panties? Is it true?

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Hi main Anwar – umar 32, Bangalore se. Meri kahani ka agla part aap sab ke saamne lekar aaya hu. Mujhe umeed hai aap sab ko meri kahani pasand aayegi, aur aap sab log zaroor comments karenge.

“Jaise ki aap sab ko pata hai meri dastaan bilkul sacchi hai. Sab logon ke naam bhi asli hai. Kyunki meri dastaan mein naam lekar, gaali dekar, randi bana kar sex kiya hai.

Isliye aap logon se request karta hu ki aap sab gande comments kare. Mujhe intezaar hai Reshu, Asma, Zoya aur Ruksaar ko aap sab gaaliyan dekar comments kare.

In sab randiyon ko gaali dekar comments karo. Jab ye randiyan aapke comments pad kar chut mein ungli karti hai, maza aata hai yaaron ye sab dekh kar. Zaroor se apne comments karna na bhoole.

Meri dastaan sun kar un dono Reshma aur Asma ne kaha “Aap to bade haraami ho. Jab aap us din ammi ke sath kitchen mein sex kar rahe the, hum dono ne aapko dekha tha. Tabhi pehli baar hamne aapke aur ammi ke muh se gaaliyan suni thi.

Aap dono to mera, naani ka, Asma ka, jaane kin-kin ka naam lekar chudai karte ho, randi, chinaal, kutti, haraamzadi, teri maa ki chut, madarchod, behanchod, aur to aur betichod keh kar gaaliyan dete ho.

Tab se hi hamari chut mein aapka lund lene ki khwahish jaagi. Hum dono ne ek-doosre ko sahara dete hue lesbian sex karna chaalu kiya. Aaj bhi hum dono ki shaadi ho jaane ke baad bhi, hamare husband’s hame khush nahi kar sakte, bas apna kaam nikaal kar so jaate hai.

Gaandu log! Isliye main Asma ko uski chut chaat kar khushi deti hu, aur wo meri chut chaat kar. Aap to bade naseeb waale harami ho. Jo aapko itni ladkiyon ki chut chodne ke liye mili”.

Maine hass kar jawaab diya ki, “Haa main jaanta hu ki mujhe bahut saari ladkiyan aur auraton ki chut mili hai chodne ke liye. Lekin ek bhi aisi chut nahi mili jiski seal pack ho. Jaane mere naseeb mein aisi chut hai bhi ya nahi?

Mujhe dekhna hai, jab main kisi ladki ki chut ki seal apne lund se todta hu, aur mere lund pe uski chut se nikla khoon laga ho. Maza aa jaye ye dekh kar. Mujhe koi farak nahi padta ladki kunwari ho ya nahi. Bas meri khwaish hai, ek baar hi sahi main kisi kunwari chut ko chodu”.

Meri ye baat jaan kar Asma ne kaha, “Aapne khud hi, ek kya do-do mauke gawa diye. Hamari shaadi na karwate. Waise bhi hamari ammi marr hi jaati. Uske baad hum dono behne aap se shaadi karke aapke sath hamesha ke liye khush rehte. Pehle aap Reshu di ko chod-chod kar pregnant karte. Bachha hone ke baad mujhe chodkar pregnant karte”.

Maine kaha, “Jo naseeb mein nahi us baare mein baat na kare to hi acha hai”.

Meri dastaan ko sunaate hue raat ho chuki thi. Maine apne kapde pack kiye. Un dono ne bhi meri madad ki. Kal meri flight thi so hum jaldi dinner karke so gaye. Subah uth kar, fresh hone ke baad hum teeno ne ek last baar sex kiya, aur un dono ko pyaar se gale laga kar alvida keh diya. Hum teeno ki aankhon mein aansu the.

Bangalore aane ke baad mere bhai ke ghar waale sab khush the. Mujhse meri Bhabhi Shabana ne poocha ki meri trip kaisi rahi? Maine kaha ki, “Wo dono apni maa ko miss kar rahe the, aur wahan par ek function ke liye mujhe bulaya tha. Ab sab theek hai, wo dono bhi khush hai”.

Ye baat sun kar bhabhi muskurayi, aur mujhse kaha ki, “Monday ko hum sab Wonderla jayenge”. Maine khushi se haa kaha. Meri bhabhi hamesha mujhe khush rakhne ki koshish karti hai. Unki nazar mein main akela hu.

Ruksaar ke marne baad, main kabhi udaas na rahu, isliye meri bhabhi hamesha mujhe khush rakhne ki koshish karti hai. Maine kisi ko bhi kuch bataya nahi ki main abhi maze karke aaya tha. Ye baatein batane wali nahi thi.

Agle din meri mulaqat Shabbir se hui. Usne apna aur uski badi saali ka sex video dikha kar kaha ki, “Ye meri saali bhi tere sath sex karna chaahti hai.” Aur maine bhi usko kaha ki Reshma aur Asma ke sath maze karke aaya tha main.

Un dono ke sath jo video banayi thi, maine usko dikhayi. Baat aisi thi, ki jab uski biwi Zoya 8 maheene ki pregnant thi, to Zoya ne apni badi behan Zainab ko apne pati Shabbir ke sath sula diya (wo kaise aur kyun hua ye main nahi likh sakta. Ye dastaan Anwar ki hai. Agar wo likhne lagu to Shabbir ki dastaan banjayegi).

Uske baad se Shabbir ne dono behno ke sath khoob maze kiye. Aaj Shabbir ka beta 1.5 saal ka tha. Dono behne Zainab aur Zoya ek-doosre ke patiyon ke sath maze kar chuke the husband swapping karke.

Jab main Shabbir ke ghar gaya, tab Zoya ne mujhe Zainab se mila kar kaha, “Jab se isne tumhari sex videos ko dekha hai, tab se iski chut tumhara lauda lene ke liye tadap rahi hai. Isko chod-chod kar apni randi bana lo”.

Maine Zainab se hath milaya. Jaise hi usne apna hath mere hatho mein diya, main usko kheench kar uske hontho pe kiss karne laga. Kiss karne ke sath main uske boobs ko zor-zor se dabane laga.

Fir maine gale ko kiss karte hue uske kapde nikaal diye. Usko poori tarah nanga karke kaha, “Randi, dekh kya rahi hai, chal mere kapde nikaal kar mera lauda tere muh mein le”. Usne fauran meri T-shirt nikali. Fir ghutno pe baith kar meri pant ke sath underwear bhi nikaal diya.

Zainab ne mere laude ko dekh kar kaha, “Yahi laude ka intezaar kar rahi thi main, aaj is laude se chudwa kar teri randi ban jaungi, shukriya tera meri bahen Zoya”.

Maine kaha, “Baatein kam kar chinaal” keh kar uske muh mein lauda gusa diya. Jab uske muh ko chod raha tha, tab maine kaha, “le randi, chinaal, teri behan ko bhi maine choda hai. Ab teri maa ko bhi chod kar randi banaunga. Chung mera lauda raand, bhonsdi wali randi, teri maa ki chut mein mera lauda daalunga. Randi ki beti raand, teri chhoti behan bhi randi hai, chung mera lauda chinaal”.

Ye sab gaaliyan de-de kar maine uske muh ke andar saara paani nikaal diya. Shabbir aur Zoya wahin baith kar ye dekh rahe the, kuch der baad maine kaha-

Me: Zainab, abhi ready ho jaa. Thodi der baad aaj pehli baar teri gaand bhi maarunga

Zainab: Pehli baar nahi Anwar, Shabbir aur mera pati mil kar meri gaand maar chuke hai.

Me: Oh ho Shabbir, toone bataya nahi? Mera naseeb hi gaandu hai. Aaj tak mujhe kunwari chut nahi mili, seal pack wali chut. Mushkil se Reshu aur Asma ki kunwari gaand mili. Maine socha tha Zoya to teri wife hai uski gaand aur chut tu hi phaadega to acha hai. Lekin ye teri saali Zainab ki gaand to chhodh deta mere liye.

Shabbir: Arre mere dost mujhe bhi sirf meri biwi Zoya ki kunwari gaand hi mili hai chodne ke liye. Is randi ne pehle hi chut ki seal tudwa li thi

Me: Kya? Zoya tumne hame bataya nahi.

Zoya: Kya batati main? Jab mujhe jawani chadhi thi, mere liye rishte nahi aa rahe the, aur meri chut mein zyada khujli hone lagi. Ye baat meri behan Zainab ko pata lagi, to usne meri chut chaat-chaat kar maze diye. Aise hi 3 maheeno tak karte rahe. Main uski chut chaat-ti, aur wo meri. Ek raat is kameeni raand ne mujhe iske pati se chudwa diya.

Har baar ki tarah main iske ghar ke bedroom mein isse chut chatwa kar maze le rahi thi. Mujhe aankhen band karke chut chatwane mein maza aata hai. Meri chut ko isne sirf chaatna start kiya tha. Aadhe mein hi iska pati aakar meri chut chaatne laga.

Jab mera paani nikla, aur maine uske sar ko pakda to pata chala ki saali raand ne apne bhadwe pati se meri chut chatwayi thi. Itna paani nikla ki us time main us harami ko hata bhi nahi payi. Paani nikalne ke baad jab maine poocha to is randi ne kaha-

Zainab: Dekh zyada soch mat, maza aaya na tujhe? Ab ye teri chut mein lauda daal ke chodega. Pehle thoda dard hoga, lekin baad mein maza aayega.

Zoya: Main kya kar sakti thi? Wo already nanga khada tha. Uska lauda dekh kar meri chut ne fainsla kar liya chudwane ka. Tab hi usne meri chut ko chod kar meri seal todi. Uske baad kayi baar kiya.

Jab meri shaadi ho gayi tab Zainab ne vaada kiya tha ki wo bhi mere pati se chudwayegi. Isliye tujhe Shabbir, meri behan ko chodne ka mauka mila, pehle to aise hi chudai hoti thi. Is haraami kutte Anwar ke milne ke baad hi to asli randi bana ke sex kiya hai hum dono behno ne.

To ye kahani thi in logon ki. Main ye sab sun kar josh mein aa gaya tha. Isliye maine jaldi se Zainab ko pakad kar uske muh mein lauda ghusa diya. Thodi der baad usko nanga karke uski chut aur uski gaand ko choda “Chinaal kahin ki, teri chhoti behan ko apne pati se chudwa kar sharam nahi aayi tujhe randi? Dekhti jaa tujhe kitne laudon se chudwata hu.

Har roz 2 ya 4 laudon se tujhe chudwaunga, sab ki randi banaunga tujhe, dhande pe bithaunga tujhe”.

Zainab: Haa harami chod mujhe. Sab ki randi bana de mujhe. 4 kya 10 laudon se chudwaungi. Main aur meri behan Zoya randi ban kar, sab ko maza dengi. Chod mujhe harami ke, aur zor se shot maar, phaad de meri gaand. Kutta, madarchod, hum dono behno ko randi bana diya toone.

Me: Zoya to pehle se meri randi thi. Aaj se tu bhi meri randi hai. Tum dono randiyon ko ek sath chodunga. Teri maa ko bhi chodunga. Uski gaand maarunga, randi, chinaal, tere pati ke saamne. Teri chut ko chod kar teri chut mein paani nikalunga, randi, haraamzadi.

Ye sab gaaliyan de-de kar maine uski gaand maari, aur mera paani uski gaand mein hi nikaal diya. Uske baad hum sab ne group sex bhi kiya, main Shabbir, Zoya aur Zainab ne. Shaam ko jab main apne ghar pahuncha to Reshu ne mujhe call karke bataya ki aaj raat ko video call karenge.

To be continued…

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The night of the house party, Greeshma stood out like a beacon of beauty and youth. The 19-year-old heiress to a wealthy Telugu family was a vision in a sleek, form-fitting dress that showcased her toned body.

Her long hair fell in cascading waves. They framed her delicate features. Her big eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. Her style was elegant yet suggestive. A dark lipstick hinting at the secrets she kept hidden beneath her refined exterior.

Unbeknownst to those around her, Greeshma harboured a dirty little secret. She had a burning desire for her father’s friend, Suresh. It had started as a harmless crush. But over the years, it had evolved into something far more intense and forbidden.

Greeshma had fantasized about the handsome and charismatic Suresh for far too long. Tonight, she felt a tingle in her body that signalled that something was different. She mingled with the guests. Greeshma’s heart raced as her eyes occasionally met Suresh’s.

He was a tall, ruggedly handsome man in his late thirties, with a presence that commanded attention. His style was effortless, exuding an air of sophistication and worldliness. Greeshma’s breath quickened. She imagined his strong, rough hands running over her body, claiming her as his own.

Little did she know that Suresh had noticed her, too. The flames of desire burned just as fiercely within him. He had tried to resist the temptation that Greeshma represented. But tonight, it seemed that fate was bringing them together.

As the party continued, Greeshma found herself gravitating towards Suresh, her body acting on its own accord. Suddenly, she felt a gentle bump and heard the tinkle of breaking glass. She had accidentally collided with Suresh, spilling his drink on him.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” Greeshma exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“It’s quite alright, Greeshma,” Suresh said with a charming smile. “Let me just freshen up, and we can continue our chat from earlier.”

Greeshma’s heart pounded as she realized they were alone in the corridor. She led him to the nearby guest bathroom, her mind racing with anticipation. Suresh splashed water on his face and straightened his clothes. Greeshma stood behind him, her breath quickening.

In a bold move, she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Suresh,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

Before Suresh could respond, Greeshma turned him around and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was passionate and hungry, fueled by years of pent-up longing. Suresh responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Greeshma’s body, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly against him.

Greeshma moaned into the kiss, her hands tangled in his hair as she returned his fervour. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach, and a wave of desire washed over her. She wanted him, needed him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

But as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended. Suresh suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide with realization. “Oh God, Greeshma, I–I shouldn’t have done that,” he stammered, his voice filled with guilt.

Greeshma, dazed and breathless, could only nod, her guilt and shame washing over her. “I know… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes cast downward.

Suresh straightened his clothes, his face a mask of conflict. “I have to go. I told your father I was needed at work. It’s an emergency,” he lied, his voice strained. “Please don’t tell him about this, Greeshma. I couldn’t bear to lose his friendship.”

With that, he turned and left the bathroom, leaving Greeshma alone with her racing heart and swirling emotions. She leaned against the sink, her body trembling. The realization of what had just happened sank in.

Suresh, meanwhile, drove home in a daze. His mind reeled from the kiss that had left him shaken. He knew he had crossed a line, but the thought of Greeshma’s soft lips and intoxicating scent clouded his better judgment.

As he walked into his house, his wife, Supriya, looked up from the book she was reading. “That was quick,” she remarked. “Everything okay?”

Suresh nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “Yeah, just got called into work. Long night ahead of me.”

Supriya frowned, concern etched on her face. “Are you sure you’re alright? You seem…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Suresh had crossed the room and pulled her to her feet. “I’m fine,” he growled, his eyes darkened with a mixture of guilt and desire. “I just need to fuck something out of my system.”

Without another word, he pushed her against the wall and claimed her mouth in a savage kiss. Supriya let out a startled cry but soon responded. Her body was ignited with desire at her husband’s sudden urgency.

Suresh’s hands roamed aggressively over her body, tearing at her clothes as if they impeded his need. He pushed her dress up, revealing the curves of her ass, and slid his fingers into the dampness between her thighs.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck. “You like it when I take control, don’t you?”

Supriya could only nod, her words failing her as her husband’s expert touch sent shocks of pleasure through her body. But as Suresh thrust his fingers into her pussy, it wasn’t her voice that filled his mind. It was Greeshma’s—the forbidden fruit that he had tasted only a short while ago.

He closed his eyes, seeing Greeshma’s face as he pumped his fingers in and out of his wife’s cunt. He imagined Greeshma on her knees, her full lips wrapped around his thick cock, sucking him greedily. He pictured her spread out before him, her legs wide as he plunged into her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he grunted, his breath ragged as he finger-fucked his wife with renewed vigour. “Your tight pussy is milking my fingers, Greeshma. Going to make you cum all over me.”

Supriya, confused by her husband’s words, was about to question him when her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

Suresh continued to thrust his fingers deep inside her, drawing out her climax. His mind was consumed by thoughts of the woman he couldn’t have.

Back at the party, Greeshma retreated to her room, her body buzzing with conflicting emotions. She felt ashamed and excited all at once. Ashamed that she had kissed her father’s friend but exhilarated by the raw passion they had shared.

She lay on her bed, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of her body through her dress. Her mind replayed the kiss, the feel of Suresh’s hands on her ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against her.

Greeshma’s breathing quickened as she slipped her hand beneath her dress, her fingers finding the wetness between her thighs. She moaned as she rubbed her clit, her mind filling with erotic images of Suresh. She imagined him dominating her, taking her hard and fast, fulfilling her darkest fantasies.

As her fingers worked their magic, she pictured Suresh’s face as he gazed down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You like that, you little slut? You’ve been a naughty girl, lusting after me. But I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

Greeshma’s breathing became ragged as her fingers plunged faster and faster into her drenched pussy. “Oh, Daddy, please… fuck me… I’ve been so bad, but I need your cock so badly.”

In her mind, Suresh bent her over the bed, his strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. She could feel his length filling her, stretching her, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Call me Daddy, Greeshma. Tell me how much you’ve wanted my cock inside you.” Suresh’s imagined voice was thick with arousal.

“Oh, Daddy, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she moaned, her fingers working furiously as her orgasm built. “Please fuck me, make me yours.”

As her fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge, Greeshminte images of Suresh, his naked body pressing against hers, his cock hard and ready. She imagined the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his mouth. The sound of his breathless moans.

“Cum for me, Greeshma. Let me hear you call out my name,” Suresh’s fantasy voice urged.

“Oh, Suresh!” Greeshma cried out, her body arching as her fingers sent her over the edge. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Her orgasm ripped through her, causing her body to shake and convulse. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and she clutched at the bedsheets as her release consumed her.

As she lay there, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax, Greeshma realized that her desire for Suresh was far from satisfied. If anything, the kiss had only fueled her lust. She knew that she would do anything to feel his touch again.

Little did she know that Suresh, too, was consumed by their forbidden encounter. As he lay in bed next to his wife, his mind replaying the events of the night, he knew that he was walking a dangerous line. But the thought of Greeshma, her soft lips and tempting body, was an addiction he couldn’t shake.

And so, as the first chapter of this erotic tale comes to a close, Greeshma and Suresh are left to grapple with their forbidden desires. Their minds and bodies are inexorably drawn to one another, setting the stage for further explorations of their secret passion.

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It started like any other day. I recently posted a new story, ‘Delayed Honeymoon.’It was another heady mix of steamy romance and hidden desires. I received an email from someone named Meera.

The email was simple, yet her words stood out, “Your stories are captivating. I could feel the emotions behind every line. It’s rare to find writing that makes you feel like everything was happening in front of your eyes.” She mentioned how much she related to one of my recent stories.

I couldn’t help but feel an instant connection in her words. We began exchanging emails, our conversations flowing freely. Within a few days, we moved from emails to chats. And soon after that, our conversations turned intimate.

This transition happened one day when Meera started sharing her fantasies. From there, our chats became more sexually oriented, eventually moving to intimate calls. These calls usually happen during the afternoons. I mostly work from home and have some free time during the afternoons on weekdays.

Coincidentally she was also free around the same time. I always wondered where she was during the weekends, but I didn’t bother to ask. I was already enjoying her company and found myself looking forward to her calls and messages.

One evening, during one of our steamy conversations, I asked,

Vik: So, what do you do for a living?

Meera: I’m a freelance consultant. It’s a pretty hectic job, but I love it.

She replied with a soft laugh.

Vik: And how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?

Meera: I’m 37, older than you if you mentioned your actual age in your stories.

Vik: Age is just a number, right?

I teased, though I was slightly surprised. Somehow, her voice had made me imagine someone much younger.

Vik: Are you married?

I asked hesitantly. There was a brief pause before she replied casually.

Meera: No, I’m single. Yet to find the right one, I guess.

Her response lingered in my mind. I decided not to press further, but her answer added a sense of intrigue to our connection. As our chats continued over the next few days, I got more curious about her appearance. So, one day, I playfully asked.

Vik: Since I haven’t seen you, how will I recognize you when we meet?

Meera laughed softly

Meera: Hahaha, meeting? So early? Alright, let me tell you how I look. I’m 5’4, medium built, with a little dusky complexion. I exercise sometimes, but not as much as I should. I prefer traditional outfits like sarees and salwar suits at home, though I wear Western clothes when I go out.

Her description got my curiosity peaking. But she insisted that we wouldn’t exchange photos until she felt ready, which only added to the mystery. A few days later, Meera asked me directly,

Meera: So how about we meet? I’d love to see the person behind the words that have kept me up at night.

The idea thrilled me, and without hesitating, I agreed. We decided to meet at my place the next afternoon.

When the doorbell rang, my heart raced. I opened the door to find Meera standing there, dressed but elegantly in a beautiful blue saree. She looked exactly as she had described. Graceful and confident, with an understated charm that captivated me instantly.

We exchanged pleasantries as I invited her in. The conversation flowed naturally, just like it had over the phone, but there was something different about seeing her in person. Then, as she adjusted her saree, I noticed a faint trace of vermilion at her hairline.

My heart skipped a beat because this could only mean one thing. She had to be married? I thought as my pulse raced. She caught me staring and smiled knowingly.

Meera: You’re wondering about this, aren’t you?

She asked, pointing to the vermilion.

Vik: I… yeah.

I stammered, unsure of what to say. Meera sighed softly before speaking,

Meera: Yes, Vik, I’m married. I’m sorry I lied before. I thought you might not want to talk to me if I told you the truth.

Her voice was sincere, tinged with vulnerability. Her confession hit me like a wave. But as I looked at her, I realized that the connection between us hadn’t changed. The chemistry we had built was still undeniable. While I felt a mix of emotions, one thing was clear: this was going to be a day unlike any other.

I could see her eyes flickering with uncertainty as if waiting for my reaction. But instead of pulling back, I found myself leaning closer, drawn to her warmth. I softly said, “It doesn’t matter if you are married, Meera. For me, you are still the same person I have known all this while, though a lot more beautiful.”

She blushed at my last words. The soft light streaming through the windows highlighted the subtle curves of her face. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the way she looked; she was so different from how I had imagined her. Yet somehow, a lot more beautiful in person.

I gently placed my hand on hers, feeling the unexpected electricity surge through my fingers. I stared into her deep, expressive eyes. I gently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering lightly against her skin. She didn’t pull away, but instead, her breath hitched slightly.

The silence between us was charged with something deeper. It was an unsaid understanding that we both knew where this was heading. Meera met my gaze, her eyes darkened with an unreadable emotion. “Vik,” she whispered, her voice low, as if testing the waters.

She leaned forward and gave a soft kiss on my forehead, followed by one on my cheek. Then I held her face, and our lips met for the first time, gently brushing each other then pulling back slowly.

After spending countless hours together online, kissing Meera in real life felt truly exhilarating. Her touch sent shivers down my spine as her lips pressed against mine. A long moment passed before she spoke again.

Meera: Promise me that you won’t judge me.

She pleaded softly, her hands gripping mine tightly.

Vik: I promise.

I said in a reassuring tone while cupping her cheeks tenderly. She deeply exhaled, like a weight seemed to have been lifted off her shoulders, replaced by a newfound uncertainty. That’s when I kissed her deeply. Tasting her sweet lips and diving into the softness of her mouth.

It all felt so right. At that moment, nothing else mattered except being close to her. Tasting her warm mouth brought back all the memories of our intimate talks, making the passion between us rise higher. I put my arm around her waist, placing my palm on her bare waist.

This made her tremble as I pulled her closer, pressing her body to mine. She moaned softly against my lips as she ran her hands through my hair. I savoured the taste of her lips, feeling them part slightly as if trying to anticipate my next move.

I explored her mouth further and gave a soft bite on her tongue. A small gasp escaped her throat, “Oh!” she purred, breaking free from our kiss for a moment. The playful giggle that followed was intoxicating. I pulled back, relishing the sight of her flushed red cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes.

Then, her arms wrapped around my neck, drawing me in for another long, passionate kiss. For several minutes, our tongues danced between deep kisses and playful nibbles. Teasing each other relentlessly with our tongues, sighs, and whispers. With every passing minute, the desires between us grew stronger.

Leaving her beautiful lips, I moved down and started kissing and nibbling her neck. I slowly removed her pallu. That resulted in her beautiful globes coming into view, captivated in her blouse. I kissed her neck and her jawline while my hand automatically went on caressing her breasts.

They were perfectly curved and looked so inviting to the touch covered under that gorgeously styled blouse. I took my hands off from caressing her breast and unhooked her blouse. While doing so, I continued licking and kissing her neck. Once her blouse was open completely, I removed it from her.

Meera helped me by raising her arms. I immediately grasped her lace bra cups. Her nipples poking out through it felt so good under my palm. So much better than online that it made my cock swell. Meera’s gaze captured mine, dark and stormy with desire.

She silently urged me with a slight nod of approval. Feeling encouraged, I lowered my head towards her exposed cleavage. Slowly at first, but with increasing ardour, I pressed my lips against her soft skin. She inhaled sharply, her body tensing.

I kissed, licked, and gently bit her erect nipple through the sheer material of her bra. In response, she clasped my shoulder, letting out a small whimper of pleasure. My mouth wandered lower, sucking on the other nipple through the lace fabric. While she started unbuttoning my shirt.

Soon enough, my hairy chest was exposed to her wandering gaze. Moving towards the stairs with my girl in tow, I held her hand firmly and guided her up to my room. Once there, still holding her by the waist, I closed the door behind us.

I grabbed her once more, bringing our bodies flush against each other, letting my fingertips explore the curve of her hips and butt, leaving trails of heat wherever they touched. “This is going to be so much better than virtual sex,” I mused aloud, accentuating the statement with a gentle squeeze of her ass.

Meera: Don’t stop now.

She commanded playfully, her voice thick with arousal. “Just keep going.” Her request was irresistible. I slowly walked her backwards towards my bed, pulling the folds of her saree out and letting it drop. I pushed her onto the bed, making sure she stayed seated on the edge of the bed.

After discarding my pants, I kneeled on the floor between her legs. Reaching over for the drawstring of her petticoat, I untied them and pulled them down her slim legs before throwing them aside. Meera smirked and lifted herself on both her palms until the petticoat moved from her bums to her feet.

That’s when her panties appeared. A white pair of string ones. No thong, just your average simple panty. Yet, seeing it came with its sort of turn-on as well. When she sat back down, I immediately got down to work. Keeping eye contact all the time, I began tracing lazy circles around her toes with my tongue.

I slowly moved up, tracing the skin of her calves and then thighs using my tongue. The tip of my nose barely brushed against the inside of her thighs along the way. Her entire form trembling with anticipation, Meera moaned softly. I sensed her impatience.

I watched her bite down on her lower lip, waiting for more from me. One final twirl of my tongue later, I began to kiss upwards along the smooth surface of her inner thigh. It finally hit the exact spot where I had wanted to do this. As soon as the tip of my nose brushed against her panties, I could feel the moisture.

Hearing Meera’s sharp intake of breath made me realize she must have been feeling exactly what I was. The fact that I knew what she was feeling turned me on even more and fuelled my fire further. Seeing her straining with need in front of me just made me want her even more.

Vik: Oh God! You’re driving me crazy! Right on that perfect sweet spot. Please eat me. EAT ME!

Meera begged to try to grab my hair and pull my face between her legs. Finally giving into her, I reached forward and tugged her panties aside, exposing the place I’d been working towards to lustily gape at.

With Meera moaning even louder, my whole focus became attending to the wonderful petals in front of me, bathing them in kisses and licks. The puffy red lips peeking through the folds of her labia were like a dream come true. I almost fell right into her opening without even touching it.
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Instead, I leaned back a little and started running my tongue up and down those long, wet pink lips. She tasted so sweet and so delicious, like honey or sugar. I could hardly believe such beauty existed in the world. Getting used to the exquisite flavour, I dove deeper.

Sticking my tongue straight inside Meera’s love tunnel and letting my mouth engulf her pussy. Moving my head sideways, I managed to get her clit in my mouth and began rolling it around with my tongue as fast as I could. It twitched when it met my tongue and jumped slightly.

When I entered her innermost chamber with a slurp, she cried out in absolute delight. Not wanting to get distracted, though, I kept massaging my tongue deep within her moist walls.

Vik: God! Your tightness is… I can’t describe how amazing it feels!

Meera gasped for air and said: How about letting your cock describe it?  Because what I’m feeling is fucking mind-blowing! Fuck me, please.

The words alone were enough to make my dick spasm. Releasing a stream of precum all over the sheets and pillowcases, taking me to the edge. Unable to control myself any longer, I started by rubbing my throbbing cock on her willing folds.

Teasing her to oblivion, I was muttering the filthiest things about how badly I needed to fuck her. I kept on rubbing my hard cock on her wet pussy lips. After having played with her pussy for some time, we made it insanely slippery. But we weren’t ready yet.

However, instead of diving into it like I wanted to, I asked Meera what she liked first.

Meera: Vik, you already know everything. You already know what I loved during the calls. Do you need a hint?

Vik: Ummmmm hmmmmm (mumbled).

Meera: Uh huh. Is that clear?

Vik: Yes, yes. Okay,

Then. I flipped her on the bed.

Meera: Spread them wide, Vicky.

Hmm, I nodded and moved a bit up between her thighs, held her ass cheeks and opened them wide as ordered.

Meera: Good boy. Suck and lick my ass and make it nice and wet for your big fat cumming cock.

Munch munch, slurp, the sounds filled the room as I buried my tongue deep inside Meera’s ass crack. It was incredibly hot and slick, so juicy and tasty. Slurping loudly and greedily, I worked my magic, Devouring every inch of her precious bottom hole, eager to bring her as much pleasure as possible.

Taking advantage of the fact that she couldn’t move her hips while being restrained like this, I thrust as deep as I could go, giving my best impersonation of an oral dildo. Diving my mouth into her ass and licking away, I made it wet enough.

Then I held my throbbing fat cock at the entrance of her asshole while Meera was on her fours. As she screamed at the top of her lungs and pleaded with me to fuck her, I started thrusting into her butt relentlessly. Fuck! Yeah. I gave her two, three, four, five, six… seven… eight strong slams until she went silent with pure pleasure. And then I stopped moving.

Meera: Aah. Now my pussy is waiting, Vik.

Letting go of her hips, I made her turn and lay down on her back. Slowly rubbing my dickhead over her moist snatch to lubricate her pussy-hole. I grabbed her ankles one after another and parted her beautiful legs.

Putting pressure on her knees, I pulled them towards me. I brought her body in alignment with mine. Her pussy was nice and open for entry, and we didn’t waste a single moment of it. My cock-head slid easily in, filling her up completely in a single stroke. “Aah!”

She moaned, lifting her hips off the bed. I began pumping my hips slowly and rhythmically. Picking up speed each time, I fucked her vigorously, groaning with every movement. After planting a quick peck on her lips, I resumed my rhythm- one powerful plunge after another.

Moans filled the room again and soon turned into throaty cries of ecstasy. Although our bodies were close together, I kept up a steady pace, pounding her thoroughly.

Vik: God! What a pussy! Deep, warm, and so wet.

Meera: Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop! I’m going to come if you keep on going like this. Fill my pussy with your cum! Please!

Meera’s nails dug into the flesh of my shoulders as she writhed underneath me, legs hooked behind my waist. Encouraged by her pleas, I continued riding her mercilessly, building up towards a huge orgasm. Then, without warning, she let loose a shattering cry and froze beneath me, completely immobile.

Fueled by her climax, my balls exploded simultaneously and shot their creamy load deep inside her. Spent, both of us slumped together onto the mattress, breathing heavily.

We didn’t say anything for a while as we enjoyed the aftermath of our lovemaking session. The aftershocks were so intense they left both of us exhausted beyond words.

After cuddling for a few minutes, I started caressing her arms gently, which caused a smile to appear on Meera’s face.

Vik: You, okay?

Meera: I am now. (winking mischievously)

With a satisfied grin, she whispered: “That was amazing, the best.” She then pushed me to stand and pulled me towards the washroom. We bathed together, with some soft make-out under the shower.

Meera washed my body all over with shampoo, soap and water. I returned the favour. While still in the bathroom, I asked.

Vik: So, are we spending the night together, Meera, or should I drive you home?

Meera: No, baby, you already know my situation. I’ll leave, but don’t worry, we’ll have many more days together.

Agreeing with her, we both came out and dressed, and I walked her towards the parking lot. As we reached the parking, I sat with her in the car and took those beautiful lips in my mouth. We both sucked each other for a few more minutes.

Meanwhile, my hands roamed freely from her breasts to her thighs and everywhere in between, just enjoying the moment. She reciprocated in kind, too, rubbing her body against me.

Kisses always make me horny, and apparently, they did the same for her too. Telling bye to her, I waited till she drove out and left the premises. Once she left, I went back to my home, reminiscing about the amazing day I had with her and about a newly formed relationship.

Only one question kept popping up in my head- ‘Will there be a next day?’ I was sure there would be! Within 2 days, I got the answers when Meera confirmed our weekly 2 meets, Tuesday and Friday.

And the rest is history! Hope you guys enjoyed the story till the end. Waiting for your comments and suggestions! Until next time, bye, and love you all.