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Mr Patel stood tall and imposing, his weathered face exuding an air of authority as he gazed down at the young Dr Nikki Saxena. At 58 years old, he had seen and experienced more than most. His eyes held a depth of knowledge that both intrigued and intimidated the woman before him.

Nikki, a mere 24 years old, was a vision of youth and beauty. Her dark hair cascaded down her slender frame, reaching just above her perfectly rounded ass. She was a doctor, confident and intelligent. But at this moment, she felt like a nervous schoolgirl. Her heart was racing as she anticipated what was to come.

The setting was Mr Patel’s study. It was a dimly lit room filled with the musty scent of old books and leather. The walls were lined with shelves, each packed with ancient tomes and artefacts, creating an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue.

Nikki’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood before him. She was wearing nothing but a sheer black nightgown that hinted at her voluptuous curves. Mr Patel, dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored pants, exuded an air of elegance and power.

“Dr. Saxena,” he began, his deep voice resonating through the room, “I understand you are an expert in your field, but today, I want to explore a different kind of expertise.” His words sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine. She couldn’t help but wonder what this enigmatic man had in store for her.

“Kneel, my dear,” he instructed, his voice calm yet commanding. Nikki’s knees felt weak as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her eyes never left his intense gaze. “I want to show you the true meaning of pleasure, but first, you must surrender yourself completely to me.”

As she knelt before him, her mind raced with anticipation. Mr Patel’s reputation as a master of the erotic arts preceded him. She had heard whispers of his skills from her colleagues, who had experienced his unique brand of pleasure.

But now, she was about to become the subject of his desires. So, she felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

“You are a beautiful woman, Dr. Saxena,” he continued, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. “But beauty is not just skin deep. It is the surrender of the mind and body that truly unlocks the gates of ecstasy.” With that, he reached out and gently grasped her chin, tilting her face up towards him.

His fingers, calloused from years of experience, traced the line of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, my dear, one that will make you question everything you thought you knew about pleasure.”

Nikki’s breath quickened. She felt his other hand slide down her neck, gently caressing her collarbone. “But first, we must prepare you,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. With a swift motion, he untied the sash of her nightgown.

He let it fall open to reveal her lush breasts, the nipples already hardening in anticipation. Mr Patel’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her exposed flesh. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear.

He whispered, “You will learn to appreciate the art of foreplay, my sweet slave.” Nikki’s body trembled as his hot breath sent goosebumps across her skin. She had never experienced such intense sensations without even being touched intimately.

Mr Patel’s hands moved with purpose, gently cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. “Ah, you like that, don’t you, my little pet?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Nikki could only nod, her mouth dry as pleasure coursed through her.

His fingers worked their magic, pinching and rolling her sensitive buds until she was squirming on the floor, desperate for more. “Please, Mr Patel,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “I need more.”

“Patience, my dear,” he replied, his voice firm yet gentle. “We are only beginning.” With that, he released her breasts. He slowly trailed his fingers down her quivering abdomen, pausing just above the lace waistband of her panties.

Nikki’s breath caught in her throat. She felt his fingers hook into the delicate fabric, slowly pulling it down, exposing her glistening pussy. She was already soaked, her arousal evident as her lips parted, revealing her swollen clit.

“Such a beautiful sight,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on her intimate core. “But we won’t be needing this just yet.” With a swift motion, he tore the panties from her body, leaving her exposed.

“Now, my sweet Nikki, I want you to spread your legs wide for me,” he instructed, his voice laced with authority. Nikki obeyed. Her heart pounded as she revealed her most intimate self to this enigmatic man.

Mr Patel lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving her exposed pussy. “Such a delightful sight,” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Nikki shivered. She felt his warm breath caress her inner thighs, teasing her without touching her aching core.

His tongue darted out, tracing a path along her thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He licked and kissed his way up her leg, avoiding her throbbing clit, driving her wild with anticipation. “Please, Mr Patel,” she pleaded, her voice breathless. “I need you to touch me.”

“Not yet, my pet,” he replied, his voice filled with amusement. “I want to taste your desire, but not from your sweet pussy. Not yet.” With that, he positioned himself behind her, his hands gently gripping her hips.

Nikki felt his warm breath on her ass cheeks and then his tongue as he began to explore her sensitive backside. He licked and kissed the soft flesh, driving her wild with sensations she had never imagined.

His hands firmly held her in place, guiding her as he explored every inch of her ass, his tongue teasing her sensitive hole.

“Oh, Mr Patel!” she cried out, her body trembling. “I’ve never felt anything like this!”

“Shh, my sweet slave,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “This is just the beginning of your education.” His tongue delved deeper, probing her tight hole, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Nikki’s hands clenched into fists as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations.

Mr Patel’s expertise was undeniable as he worked his magic, using his tongue and fingers to bring her to the brink of orgasm without ever touching her clit or penetrating her. Nikki’s body arched, her back bending as the intense pleasure consumed her.

“Cum for me, my pet,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Let go and surrender to the pleasure I offer.”

His words were like a spell. Nikki found herself obeying, her body convulsing as she experienced an orgasm unlike any other. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of the study.

As her body trembled in the aftermath of her release, Mr Patel stood and looked down at her with a satisfied smile. “That, my dear Dr. Saxena, is just a taste of what I can offer. If you submit to me, I will unlock pleasures you’ve never dreamed of.”

Nikki, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, knew in that moment that her life had changed forever. She realized how much she had been missing with her previous partners. Mr Patel’s expertise and control were like nothing she had ever experienced.

“I… I surrender, Mr Patel,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from pleasure. “I am yours to command.”

A smile played on his lips as he gazed down at her, and Nikki knew that this was just the beginning of her journey into the depths of erotic submission. She had much to learn, and Mr Patel was more than willing to be her guide.

Your Daddy wrote this event (true or fiction, up to you) just for your pleasure. I want loyal, submissive, Daddy-worshipping naughty Girls to contact me at [email protected]. Remember, it’s Daddy’s responsibility to give you pleasure.

Hi, this is Rajesh. This story is about one of my readers. She narrated the story to me, and I am writing it in her own words.

Hi, friends. I am Nandini from Chennai. I got married 3 years back and have a cute 18-month-old baby boy. My husband is in the US at work. I have come to my parents’ home as I couldn’t handle the baby alone. My dad passed away a few years back.

My Mom, Veena and my younger brother Rajesh are living in our ancestor’s old house. My Mom is in her late-forties, a housewife. My brother is 20, studying Engineering, and I am 25 years old. I was working, but quit the job to look after my baby. Let me come to the story quickly.

On a Saturday morning, my brother’s friend Ajay came to our house. My brother Rajesh locked his room. I heard the music system in high volume. My baby was sleeping after taking a bath. I was worried he might get up due to the high music volume.

Angrily, I knocked on Rajesh’s room door, but he didn’t open the door. I pushed the door and it opened as it was not locked. I stood like a zombie, seeing inside. Both my brother’s and his friend’s shorts were down. They were holding their cocks and waving at each other.

I had never seen my brother nude, and I was furious. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” I yelled at them. They both pulled their shorts up, covering their dicks. I switched off the music system and ran to my room, not able to see my younger brother naked. I sat on the bed and saw the baby was sleeping peacefully.

I slept beside him and wondered if my brother was gay. What would our Mom think if she came to know that her son was a homosexual? I had to tell her about her son’s sexual behaviour. I was thinking about how to break this news to her and drifted to sleep.

I woke up in the afternoon hearing my baby’s cries. I knew he was hungry. So, I slept sideways on my right side and opened my blouse. I pushed the right flap up and popped my right breast out. Holding the nipples between the fingers, I placed the nipple between the baby’s lips.

He gladly took my nipple and began to suck milk. My breasts were small before marriage, and B cup bra was sufficient. Now, after marriage, my husband Raman always plays with my breasts. He made them softer by pressing and sucking them.

Now, after childbirth, my breasts have swelled up, and C cup bra is not able to hold my breasts. I should change the bra size to a D cup. My husband calls me cow when I feed my baby. He once sucked milk from my breast and said it’s not tasty. He stopped sucking my breasts.

Then I remembered my brother flashing his cock to his friend. I don’t know why it came to my mind. But I thought Rajesh’s cock was much bigger and thicker than my husband’s. My pussy melted thinking of my brother’s huge cock.

I was deprived of sex from three months after my husband left. I used to masturbate occasionally to satisfy myself. But I had not fingered from the past week. My brother holding his cock and waving it made my pussy wet. I felt ashamed of myself.

I get horny when my nipples and clit are licked and sucked. But my husband neither sucked my cunt nor my breasts anymore. But he always wants a blowjob to get his cock hard before fucking. He doesn’t return the favour by sucking my pussy, saying the taste is bad.

“Oh, my baby is having his lunch,” I heard my Mom’s voice, turned and saw her coming inside the room. My Mom sat on the bed. Should I tell her that her son is gay, I thought. How will she take it hearing about her son’s sexual preferences? She is a very conservative lady, a typical South Indian.

My Mom took the baby. I pulled my blouse down and covered my breasts, hooked it up and sat on the bed.

“Amma, I need to tell you something about Rajesh. I don’t know how to tell you,” I said, looking confused.

“What is it? Did you both quarrel again,” She asked.

“No, it’s not about that. I saw Rajesh and his friend Ajay very closely in his room,” I said.

“Yes, I know. Ajay comes to our house almost every weekend and stays here the whole day. I don’t know what they do inside the room the whole day. Did you see them watching blue film on the laptop?” My Mom asked in concern.

“No, I wouldn’t have told you if they were watching porn. It’s their age to know about women. But this is different, Amma,” I said nervously.

“Tell me what he did Nandini,” My Mom said in concern.

“They…they were both nude and holding their…chee. How to say this to you?” I said, showing her my crotch region.

“Say it properly so I can understand,” My Mom shouted at me.

“I think Rajesh likes boys instead of girls,” I finally told her, taking the weight off my chest.

My Mom was stunned to hear her son was gay. She didn’t speak for a few seconds. Finally, she asked, “Are you sure?”

“I think so, but I am not sure. Maybe they were playing as he knows Ajay from childhood,” I said.

“Who will show their……OMG. If our relatives come to know of this what will they think? They will laugh at us. What to do, Nandini? Should we take him to a Doctor,” My Mom asked me.

“Amma, if a boy likes boy, it’s not a disease but sexual preferences. The doctor can’t do anything. But we have to make sure first,” I said, thinking.

“How can we know that he likes boys, not girls? We can’t get him married as he is still young and studying. Andava, what to do now?” My Mom said in despair.

“First, we have to make sure. You shouldn’t shout at me if I say something now. Shall we send him to a prostitute, and she will tell us if Rajesh is gay or not,” I said hesitating.

“On my grave. Are you out of your mind, Nandini,” My Mom said angrily.

“Then tell me what to do. Are you going to ask him if he is gay or not?” I said.

“How can I ask him just like that?” My Mom said.

“Then do one thing. You help him take an oil bath on Sunday. See if he gets aroused in his briefs when you are scrubbing his back. Show your cleavage and a bit of your legs to him. You still look sexy even at this age,” I said, joking.

“Chee…how can I do that? Why don’t you show yours and see if your brother gets aroused,” Mother said, smiling.

“One of us has to do the unthinkable. I will do one thing. Anyway, I feed the baby in the hall. I will expose a bit, and you can see if Rajesh gets aroused seeing baby sucking milk,” I said, offering to be the scapegoat, exposing my breasts to my little brother.

My Mom thought for a while and said, “The idea is not bad. Anyway, Rajesh has seen you breastfeeding the baby many times. The only thing is we have to observe him closely while he sees your breasts.”

“Ok, I will do anything for my brother. We will do it in the evening when we are watching TV,” I said, getting up to have lunch.

I didn’t know that Rajesh was hearing our conversations while standing outside my bedroom door. I came to know of this later. I will explain in the later stage of the story.

Rajesh had his lunch and dinner in his room, avoiding me totally. I thought he was embarrassed after I caught him with his boyfriend. Mother and I had early dinner by 8 pm and we both sat watching serials on TV. “Shall I call Rajesh, Nandu?” My Mom asked me.

I was in a dilemma. I had agreed to breastfeed my son in front of my brother, but I got cold feet now. Exposing my boobs accidentally was fine. But intentionally revealing my breasts that too to my younger brother was making me jittery. I wondered if I was making a mistake doing this.

“Ok, call him,” I said wearily and sat cross-legged on the sofa, taking my feet off the floor. My Mom placed the baby in my lap and went to Rajesh’s room. I wanted to start feeding in front of Rajesh. Was I acting like a pervert desperate to show my tits to my brother? I wondered.

After a few minutes, I saw Rajesh and my Mom coming. He sat on the single-seater sofa. It was to my left, and Mom sat on my right. She was facing Rajesh. Both were diagonally opposite to me. My Mom looked at me and signalled me to start breastfeeding my baby.

Now was the moment of truth. The baby’s head was on my right lap, and Rajesh was sitting on my left side. I shifted my baby to my left lap. Pushing the saree pallu aside, I unhooked the bottom two blouse hooks and lifted the left flap. My left breast popped out, and to my surprise, the nipple was stiff.

I wondered if I was getting aroused by displaying my breasts to my family members. Mother was ok, but brother was not ok. Baby took the nipple in his mouth and began to suck milk. I looked at my Mom. She was watching her son keenly to see his reaction.

I didn’t dare to look at my brother, thinking Mom would take care of it. My baby sucked my left breast for 5 minutes. My tit was still loaded as milk was dripping from the pores. I tried to insert the nipple back into the baby’s mouth, but he didn’t take it.

I looked helplessly at my Mom. She came, sat to my right side and said,” That one should be empty. Feed him the other one, Nandu.”

“Amma, there is still milk left,” I said.

“Maybe milk is not flowing easily. You are tense. Relax and feed him,” My Mom said.

I knew why she was asking me to do this. She wanted to expose both my breasts to her son. I had become a specimen so that my brother could see my breasts. Reluctantly, I pushed the right blouse flap up, exposing both my breasts to my Mom and brother.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Rajesh. He had a strange smile on his lips, but his eyes were on the TV. I wondered if he was really gay, or else any man, irrespective of age, would have been gawking seeing my breasts naked. But I didn’t dare say that to my Mom, who would have had a heart attack.

“Amma, I think he is not hungry. He is sleeping,” I said. My Mom took the baby from my lap and took him to my bedroom. She placed him in the cradle and came back quickly. I was wiping the milk stains from my breasts and was about to pull my blouse back to cover my breasts.

I had been exposing them for too long to my brother and he was aloof. Then I heard my Mom say the unthinkable. “Chinnu, will you suck your sister’s breast and drink milk,” My Mom said, looking at Rajesh.

We both were stunned hearing her. I said, “What? What are you saying, Amma?”

“I know they are full, and you can’t sleep properly if you don’t relieve them. Listen to me, I know better,” My Mom said and sat beside me.

I pulled my blouse down, covered my breasts, and hid the blouse with the pallu. The blouse was getting wet with my milk still leaking. My Mom gave me a stare and said, “Listen, Nandini, it’s not good for health if you keep milk stored like this. You have to express it out.”

“Don’t bother about that. I will manage it somehow,” I said, trying to get up.

“Anyway, you are going to spill the milk out. Why don’t you feed your brother instead? Mother’s milk is good for health, and Rajesh is a growing boy. Your father used to drink my milk when you were a baby,” My Mom pleaded with me, holding my hand.

“That’s why he passed away so early,” I said with sarcasm and bit my tongue for saying that.

“He didn’t die from the disease but by road accident. Are you going to feed Rajesh or not,” Mom asked.

“Ok, Baba. But first, ask your son if he is willing to drink my milk. Raman tasted it once and said it’s tasteless,” I said, surrendering to my Mom’s kinky wish.

“Of course, he will,” Mother said, turned to Rajesh and asked, “Will you Chinnu?”

Chinnu was my brother’s pet name. He looked at us and said, “How can I, Amma? She is my sister.”

“Think her as your second Mom, not as your sister. Come and drink her milk like her baby,” My Mom invited her son to drink my milk.

Rajesh got up, grumbling and stood before us. He was wearing a shirt and loose shorts. I looked at his crotch for any signs of erection but didn’t see any. The shorts were too loose. I felt disheartened as any young man would have got an erection seeing my naked breasts.

“Shall he lie on your lap, Nandu?” My Mom asked.

“No, let him sit down,” I said, fearing that I may get aroused and my pussy may leak while he sucks me. The thin saree and petticoat can’t hide the aroma of my juices. I know I leak a lot when my sensitive nipples are being sucked.

Rajesh kneeled on the floor. His face was at my bosom level, and I saw no emotion on his face. I looked at my Mom, who nodded me to go ahead. Looking at my brother, I dropped the pallu down to my lap, exposing the milk-stained blouse.

With trembling fingers, I removed the blouse’s hook. I exposed my right breast as it was filled to the brim.

To my horror, the nipple was hard like a bullet. Holding the nipple between my fingers, I placed the turgid nipple on his lips. Rajesh’s eyes were down, took the nipple and sucked it into his mouth. My legs started to shiver as Rajesh sucked my breast like a baby.

He was the third person who was sucking me apart, my son and hubby. Rajesh sucked my breast gently at first but started applying more pressure with his lips. Due to his hard sucking, milk began to flow out from my breast easily into his mouth, relieving me.

Once or twice, he tried to gobble most of my breast flesh in his mouth, forcing the milk to ooze out. Now I wonder if my brother is really gay or not. But I still had my doubts. Milk was flowing out easily from my breast to my brother’s mouth. He was applying more pressure on my soft breasts.

Sometimes, he held the rubbery nipple between his teeth and tried to chew it tender nipple. Now he was not sucking my breast like a baby but like a man does during sex. My pussy melted, and I felt my thighs getting wet. I was not wearing panties in Chennai’s summer heat.

I knew that my kid brother was not a boy anymore but a man now. The thing was, was he interested in girls or boys? Rajesh emptied my right breast in 5 minutes and released the nipple from his lips. My son would have taken hours.

“It’s empty, Mom,” said Rajesh, trying to get up.

My Mom pushing him back, said,” Suck milk from the other one, too,” Turning at me, she spoke,” Feed him from the left one, Nandu.”

Giving an angry look to my Mom, I pulled out the left breast and said,” Drink from this now.” I offered my left breast to my baby brother.

Rajesh cupped my breast in his hand and took the nipple in his mouth. I was worried when he held my breast like he owned it and began to suck milk. Now, he was pressing my breast to ooze the milk out. He was slurping my motherly milk like a man does while fucking.

My pussy was constantly dripping as Rajesh milked my breast in abandon. I sat still helplessly, seeing my brother draining my breast and sucking my milk. I tried to pull back the nipple from his lips, but he was holding it firmly between his lips. I saw his hands on his thighs very close to his crotch.

I thought he might be trying to hide his hardness from us. But I was not sure. I looked at my Mom who was busy watching her son feeding on my milk. I thought I made a mistake by telling her that her son may be gay. Now, she was using me as a weapon to find out the truth about her 20-year-old son.

Why me? She could have used her own body as she still had a sexy body. Rajesh emptied my left breast in just 3 minutes. Releasing my breast from his mouth, he got up and said, “Akka, I have emptied both. Are you feeling better now?”

His crotch was at my eye level. I found no tent in his shorts to prove that he was erect. I looked at my breasts and saw them turned red due to his harsh sucking. I pulled my blouse back, covered my breasts, and looked at my Mom. She was staring at her son’s crotch shamelessly.

Seeing me, she asked, “Did you like the milk’s taste, Chinnu?”

“It was ok, Mom,” Rajesh said with a kinky smile on his face.

“You will have to drink again if they get filled up again. It takes only an hour or two to get filled up,” My Mom said to her son.

The bastard was saying it was ok after emptying both my breasts. I covered my blouse with the saree pallu and got up. I said,” I don’t know. I will help myself if necessary. I am feeling sleepy, Amma,” saying I went to my room.

My Mom followed me and closed the bedroom door behind her. Staring at me, she asked, “Did you notice any change in him, Nandu?”

“No, I didn’t see his cock hard as his shorts were hiding it. Shall I go and ask him if he is horny or not?” I said angrily.

“How can you talk to me like that, Nandini? I am worried about his future as he is still a boy. Who is there to help him apart from us,” My Mom said.

“Do you know what will happen to my future if my husband comes to know of this, Amma? Your son is not a boy any more. He is a man. Did you see what he has done to my breasts? It’s still paining. Now let me sleep. We will talk in the morning,” I said and got on the bed to sleep.

My Mom nervously said, “Don’t get angry if I suggest something, Nandu.”

“Now, what do you want me to do? Should I go and pull his shorts down to see if he is a real man or not,” I asked angrily.

“I didn’t ask you to do that. Let’s sleep together tonight. With two women sleeping close to him, he may get hard, and we can get to know easily as we will be close to each other,” My Mom said sheepishly.

“How can you ask me to sleep with my brother? This is getting out of hand. Please leave now,” I said, trying to sleep.

“Before your marriage, you two were sharing the room and sleeping together. What difference it makes now,” My Mom said.

“That was before my marriage. He was a boy then and much younger than me. Now, he is not a boy anymore. Understand that, Amma,” I said angrily.

“Just for this one night. I will closely watch him and see any changes in him,” She said.

“If you are so curious, why don’t you ask him to come to your bedroom and sleep with him? You can watch changes in your son the whole night,” I said, laughing at my suggestion.

“Please, Nandu. I am requesting you,” She said folding her hands and was about to cry.

“Don’t create another drama. Ok, ask him to come and sleep here,” I said, seeing my Mom’s tears.

My Mom ran out and came back in 2 minutes with Rajesh in tow. I was sleeping in the middle of the bed. My Mom got on the bed on my right side, and Rajesh got on my left side. OMG, why did I get into this? I was sandwiched between Mom and son.

My baby’s cradle was on my Mom’s side. I knew she would take care of the baby if he woke up at night. I was physically and emotionally tired, so I slept as my head hit the pillow and went to deep sleep.

The story continues in the next part.

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“Hi Ma, how are you?” I asked. It was 9 PM, a little later than my mother usually called.

Prijesh, my husband, strolled into the room. His eyes lingered on my form as I leaned against the kitchen counter. I wore a simple red saree that hugged my curves in all the right places. The saree had become his favourite because it was so easy to peel away. “Who’s that?” he mouthed.

I whispered, “It’s just Ma.” Prijesh smirked, a knowing look crossing his face. He knew what was coming next. This was their little secret, a private thrill that had been a part of our relationship for years.

Whenever my mother or sister called, Prijesh couldn’t resist the urge to sneak up on me. To claim my body while I was lost in conversation. I chatted away, updating my mother on the mundane details of my day. Prijesh stepped closer, his breath hot against my ear.

“You know what I want, don’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding down to caress my waist. He leaned over, placing the phone on speaker, his voice a seductive purr. “Aunty, how’s your day?” he asked, his fingers now tracing the outline of my navel.

Ma responded, her voice filled with the usual warmth and concern. “Prijesh, it’s fine. How are you?” Prijesh’s hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the top of my thigh. “I’m wonderful, Aunty,” he said, his voice thick with a double meaning that only we understood. “How’s the weather there?”

Ma replied with a chuckle. “Oh, it’s the usual, Prijesh. Hot and humid.” Prijesh nodded. He lifted my saree and petticoat, his hand inching closer to my inner thigh. “It must make you want to wear something light and comfortable,” he said.

Ma, oblivious to the tension in the room, said, “Yes, it does. How is your daughter? Is she sleeping already?”

“Daughter is fine. She slept,” I managed to reply, my voice a little shaky. He took the opportunity to ask, “Aunty, do you know Sandhya is wearing your saree?” Ma’s voice crackled over the speaker. “Really? How does it look?”

Prijesh’s hand was now resting just above my mound over the saree. “It looks beautiful, Aunty. The colour suits her so much, just like it does on you.”
Ma’s voice held a note of pleasure. “Thank you, Prijesh. It’s one of my favourites. Tell her I’m happy she’s wearing it.”

Prijesh lifted my saree and petticoat, and his thumb circled lazily, teasing my clit over the fabric of my panties. “Sandhya,” he spoke into the phone, his voice a low murmur, “Ma wants to know if the saree is making you feel as good as it looks.”

Prijesh’s hand slipped beneath my panties. His finger found my clit and began to rub it gently. His movements synced with the rhythm of our conversation.
“Aunty,” he said, his voice a velvety whisper, “Sandhya tells me she’s feeling quite… relaxed in your saree.”

Ma’s laughter filled the room. “It’s a good one for that, isn’t it?” she said. Prijesh’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, it’s excellent for that,” he agreed, his voice a seductive rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His finger continued to play with my clit. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning into the phone.

“Ma, Prijesh wants to take a picture of me in your saree and send it to you,” I said, my voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. Ma’s voice grew excited. “Oh, what a wonderful idea!” she exclaimed. “Send it to me right away!”

Prijesh took a selfie (without removing his hand from my panties. But his hand is not visible in the photo.) He sent to my mother with a message that read, “Ma, Sandhya is looking as beautiful as ever in your saree. How do you think she’s feeling right now?”

Ma’s response was quick, her voice a bit surprised but also filled with excitement. “It looks like she’s feeling quite… cosy. Tell her I’m happy she enjoys it,” she replied, her voice a little higher pitched than usual.

“Ma, Prijesh wants to ask you something,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Of course, what is it?” Ma’s voice was filled with curiosity.

Prijesh leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “Ma,” he began, his voice a sweet purr, “Are you wearing a saree now?”

Ma’s response was immediate. “No, I’ve changed into my nightie,” she said.

Prijesh’s eyes glinted with desire as he leaned closer to me. “Ma,” he said, his voice a gentle caress, “can you tell us what colour it is?”

Ma’s voice was light, unsuspecting. “It’s a simple Pink nightie, Prijesh. Why do you ask?”

Prijesh’s grin widened, his eyes dark with lust. “Pink,” he murmured, his fingers working me into a frenzy. “It sounds pretty on you, Aunty.”

Ma giggled, blissfully unaware of the erotic dance happening just beyond the phone line. “Thank you, Prijesh,” she said, pleased by the compliment.
Prijesh removed my saree, and I am standing in a blouse and petticoat. “Ma,” he whispered, “does the pink match your lipstick?”

Ma’s voice grew a tad breathless. “Why, yes, it does, Prijesh. How did you guess?”

Prijesh’s hand moved to undo the petticoat and made me stand in the wet panty and blouse. “It’s just a lucky guess,” he replied, his voice still as smooth as silk. “But I can imagine how pretty you must look in it.” Ma’s voice grew a little more playful. “You’re too kind, Prijesh,” she said.

Prijesh leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck, while his hand pressed my boobs over the blouse. “Ma,” he asked, his voice a low rumble, “Do you have buttons in the nighty?”

Ma giggled, sounding flustered. “Why, yes, Prijesh,” she replied, her voice a little quieter now. “But why do you ask?”

Prijesh’s hand slid under my blouse, cupping my breast. “Just curious,” he murmured, his thumb flicking my erect nipple. “Does it make it easy to…”

Ma’s voice grew quieter, a hint of something unspoken in her tone. “Easy to what, Prijesh?” Prijesh’s hand slipped down to the hem of my blouse, his thumb brushing the bare skin of my stomach.

“Ma,” he murmured, “How many buttons, Aunty?” as he opened the hooks of the blouse. Ma’s voice hitched a little. “Prijesh, why are you asking me this?” she replied, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Prijesh’s hand slipped further, removed the blouse, and made me stand in front of him with bra and panty.

“Oh, just making conversation, Aunty,” he said, his tone casual yet filled with a seductive edge. “How many buttons does it take for you to feel… free?”

Ma’s voice grew thoughtful. “Prijesh, it’s a simple three-button nighty.”

Prijesh’s eyes locked onto mine, the fire in them growing brighter. “Three buttons,” he murmured, his fingers moving to the hooks of my bra. “That’s not too many, is it, Sandhya?”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. He unhooked the bra, my breasts spilling out into his eager hands. “No, not too many,” I managed to whisper, my voice thick with desire.

Ma’s voice was a gentle hum on the other end of the line. “It’s good to feel free sometimes,” she said, a hint of something else in her tone that made me wonder if she was beginning to suspect our little game. Prijesh’s eyes gleamed as he turned his attention to my panties, his fingers playing with the wet fabric.

“Ma, do you wear matching underwear with your nighty?” he asked, his voice a low murmur while removing my panties. Ma’s voice held a hint of a blush. “Prijesh, why are you asking such things?”

Prijesh chuckled, his voice a low rumble. “Just making sure you’re comfortable, Aunty,” he said as he slipped my panties down my legs. Ma’s voice was a soft sigh. “Well, if I’m being honest, I don’t wear any underwear with it,” she admitted.

Prijesh’s eyes lit up at the revelation, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss my neck as he whispered into the phone, “Oh, that’s very…comfortable.” He directs my hand to his hard cock. Ma’s voice grew softer, a hint of a smile in her tone. “It’s good to be comfortable, isn’t it?” she said.

Prijesh nodded, his hand guiding my hand to stroke his hard cock through his pants. “Very much so,” he said. Ma’s voice grew a little warmer. “What’s going on there, Sandhya?” she asked, a hint of curiosity in her tone. I took a deep breath, my hand now stroking Prijesh’s cock through his pants.

“Prijesh is just admiring how well your saree looks on me,” I replied, my voice a little unsteady. Ma’s voice was gentle. “And how does it look?” she asked.
Prijesh stepped closer, his cock now pressing against my hand.

“It looks incredible,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But I think it would look even better on you, Aunty.” Ma’s laughter was soft, a little surprised. “Prijesh, you’re making me blush,” she said, but there was a note of amusement in her voice.

Prijesh’s hand began to unbuckle his belt. Prijesh stepped out of his pants, his cock standing tall and proud. “Aunty, do you remember the time you wore that blue saree to Diwali?” he asked, his hand guiding my hand to stroke him. Ma’s voice was a fond reminisce. “Of course, Prijesh. It was one of my favourites.”

Prijesh’s hand tightened around my wrist, guiding my hand faster over his cock. “It suited you so well, Aunty,” he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. “It made your eyes sparkle just like Sandhya’s are doing right now.” Ma’s voice grew a little wistful. “Thank you, Prijesh. It’s been a while since I wore it.”

Prijesh’s hand continued to guide my strokes. “Ma,” he said, his voice a seductive murmur, “do you still have that blue saree?” Ma’s voice grew a bit more cautious. “Why, yes, Prijesh,” she said, “I do. Is there something you’d like to see?”

Prijesh’s grip on my wrist was steady as my hand worked his shaft. “Aunty,” he murmured, “Sandhya tells me it would make her so happy if you wore that blue saree again.” Prijesh’s hand slid away, his cock standing at attention. He stepped closer, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Prijesh stepped closer, his cock now inches from my face. Ma’s voice grew a bit more playful. “Well, Prijesh, maybe I’ll have to wear it the next time you both visit,” she said, the double meaning in her words clear to us but hopefully not to her.

Prijesh’s cock twitched at the thought, and rubbed his cock in my mouth. “Ma, that would be wonderful,” he said, his voice filled with a barely contained desire. Prijesh’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me to take more of him into my mouth and started fucking my mouth.

“Ma,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, “I can’t wait to see you in that blue saree.” Ma’s voice held a note of curiosity. “What makes that saree so special, Prijesh?”

Prijesh’s eyes gleamed, his cock still in my mouth. “It’s just…so beautiful,” he managed to say, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. “It makes Sandhya look like a goddess.”

Ma’s voice grew a little softer, a hint of something in her tone that made me wonder if she was beginning to suspect our little game. “Well, Prijesh, I’m sure Sandhya looks beautiful in anything she wears,” she said.

Prijesh nodded as he removed his cock from my mouth and knelt before me. “Aunty, you have no idea,” he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh as he pushed my legs apart.

Ma’s voice grew a bit sharper. “What’s going on, Sandhya?” she asked, a hint of suspicion in her tone. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of Prijesh’s tongue on my clit. “Ma, Prijesh is just telling me how much he loves it when I wear your saris,” I replied, my voice strained.

Ma’s voice remained blissfully unaware. “That’s so sweet of him,” she said. “But tell me, Sandhya, is everything okay over there?” Prijesh’s tongue delved deeper into my wetness, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “Ma,” I said, my voice strained, “everything is fine.”

Ma’s voice held a hint of concern. “Are you sure, beta?” she asked. “You sound a bit…distracted.” Prijesh’s tongue swirled around my clit as I nodded. “I’m just a little tired, Ma,” I said, my voice strained. Ma’s voice was filled with motherly concern. “Maybe you should lay down and take a rest,” she suggested.

Prijesh took that as his cue and laid me on the kitchen floor. He spread my legs wide and buried his face in my pussy. “Ma,” I whispered into the phone. Prijesh’s tongue was anything but restful. It danced over my folds, tasting and teasing every inch of me, “I’ll just put this aside.”

I laid the phone down on the kitchen counter, and the call was still connected.
Prijesh’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he feasted on me, my pussy throbbing with need. He knew I was close, and his tongue flicked at my clit with expert precision.

“Ma,” I gasped, trying to keep the conversation going despite my body’s urgent demands, “Prijesh is just…helping me relax.” Prijesh didn’t let up, his tongue swirling and flicking my clit with an enthusiasm that had me arching my back.
Ma’s voice grew faint, lost in the symphony of sensations.

Prijesh’s mouth worked magic between my legs. His hands found their way under my hips, lifting me slightly to give him better access. Prijesh’s tongue slid deeper, tasting my desire, his movements growing more insistent.

The simple act of him pleasuring me while talking to my mother sent a delicious shiver down my spine. “Ma,” I whispered, my voice strained, “Prijesh is…taking care of me.” Prijesh’s eyes lit up at my words, and he slid a finger inside me, his mouth still working my clit.

Ma’s voice remained calm. “That’s good, beta,” she said, “You both take care of each other.” Prijesh’s mouth left my pussy, and I felt the loss of his warmth immediately. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Ma said it’s okay,” before standing up and guiding me to the couch.

He positioned me so that my ass was on the edge, my legs draped over the armrests. My heart raced as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, his cock nudging against my wetness. With one swift motion, he slammed into me, filling me up completely.

“Ah,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Ma,” I murmured into the phone, “Prijesh is just…helping me feel better.” Prijesh chuckled, his cock driving into me with a steady rhythm that had the room echoing with the slap of our bodies.

“Sandhya,” he said, his voice gruff with passion, “tell Aunty how good it feels.” I nodded, my eyes glazed with desire. “Ma,” I panted, “it’s so…wonderful.”

Prijesh’s hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of me with a sweet, carnally familiar ease. “Does that feel good, baby?” he murmured. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as he pushed deeper.

“Ma,” I managed to say, “it feels…so good.” Prijesh’s cock pumped into me, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. “Ah,” I moaned softly, his every thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Ma,” I breathed into the phone, my voice a little shaky, “Prijesh is just…loving me right now.” Prijesh’s eyes met mine, a smug grin playing on his lips as he fucked me slowly, his cock gliding in and out with a delicious ease.

“Ma,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady, “Prijesh is…being very gentle with me.” Ma’s voice grew a little concerned. “Sandhya, is everything okay?” I nodded, Prijesh’s cock still deep inside me. “Yes, Ma,” I breathed, “everything is…wonderful.”

Prijesh’s thrusts grew stronger, his hand sliding up to squeeze my breast. “Ma,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a seductive murmur, “you don’t know how much I want you.” Ma’s voice was faint in the background, asking if everything was alright. But I could barely focus on her words.

Prijesh’s cock was a delicious intrusion, stretching me and filling me with a warmth that spread through my body. Prijesh’s strokes grew more deliberate. His hands moved to grip my hips as he pushed into me with a slow, steady rhythm that had me moaning softly into the phone.

“Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is…loving me so much.” Prijesh pumped his cock into me, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. He whispered into my ear, “Tell her how much you love it.” Prijesh’s cock positioned in and out of me, his strokes growing more intense.

“Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is just…taking care of me.” His hand slammed onto the couch cushion, the fabric muffling the sound as he claimed me fully. “Sandhya,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “tell Aunty how much we’re enjoying her saree.”
Ma’s voice was faint, but the concern was clear. “Sandhya, are you okay?”

Prijesh’s thrusts grew more deliberate, his cock pumping into me with a passion that had me gripping the couch cushions. “Yes, Ma,” I moaned into the phone, my voice a mix of pleasure and strain, “Prijesh is just… showing his love.”

Ma’s voice was filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. “Prijesh,” she said, “are you being gentle with her?”

“Ma,” he said, his voice thick with lust, “I’m being so gentle, you wouldn’t believe it.” His strokes grew deeper, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me.

“Ah, yes,” I murmured into the phone, my eyes rolling back as Prijesh picked up the pace. “Ma, it’s just…so perfect.” Prijesh’s cock slammed into me, his hips moving with the ease of a man who knew exactly how to please his woman. “Sandhya,” he whispered.

Prijesh’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he drove into me. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a seductive rumble. “Cum for Aunty to hear.” Prijesh’s cock slammed into me. Each thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through my body.

His hand worked my clit, his fingers a blur of motion as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is…loving me so much.”

Prijesh’s strokes grew faster, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand moved to my clit, his thumb pressing down as he fucked me deeper. “Ma,” I murmured, “Prijesh is…making me feel so alive.” My body tensed, my orgasm building.

Prijesh’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched my reaction, his cock pumping into me with a fervour that had me gasping for air. “Ma,” I breathed, my voice a soft whimper, “Prijesh’s love is…exploding inside me.”

Prijesh’s eyes locked on mine, a silent question in their depths. I nodded, giving him the consent he sought, my voice a whisper, “Yes, Prijesh, do it.” Ma’s voice was a distant echoPrijesh’s hand moved to grip my throat gently, his cock slamming into me with an urgency that had me teetering on the edge.

“Ma,” I panted, “Prijesh is…about to give me a special gift.” With one final, powerful thrust, Prijesh released his load, his hot cum spurting onto my pussy, marking me as his own. “Ah,” I gasped, the warmth of his seed spreading over my sensitive skin.

Ma’s voice grew faint, “Prijesh, what are you doing?”

“Aunty,” Prijesh chuckled, “I’m just giving Sandhya what she needs.” Prijesh’s hand stroked my cheek as he pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs. “Ma,” he said, his voice still thick with lust, “I love making her feel good.”

Ma’s voice was a little faint, but she was still there. “Sandhya, are you okay?” she asked, her concern palpable. I looked up at Prijesh, his cock still hard and glistening with our juices. “Ma,” I said, my voice a little shaky, “Prijesh just…made me feel really good.”

Prijesh grinned, his hand sliding down to cup my cheek. “Ma,” he murmured, “we’re both feeling pretty amazing right now.” Ma’s voice grew a bit quieter. “I’m happy for you both,” she said, a hint of curiosity in her tone. “What exactly did Prijesh do?”

Prijesh leaned in close, his cock still pulsing with the aftermath of his climax. “Ma,” I murmured, my voice still thick with pleasure, “he just…showed me how much he appreciates your saree.”

Ma’s voice remained calm, but there was a hint of something in her tone that made us both wonder if she had pieced together our sultry little charade. “Is that so?” she said.

Prijesh’s hand slid over my pussy, smearing his cum across my swollen folds. “Oh, yes,” he said, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction, “Sandhya looks absolutely radiant in your saree.”

With a mischievous smile, he took the end of my mother’s saree and gently wiped the cum from my pussy, the fabric soft and warm against my sensitive skin. “Ma,” I whispered, my voice still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, “Prijesh is just… admiring your saree up close.”

Prijesh chuckled, his cock still standing proud and slick with our juices. “Sandhya,” he murmured, “make sure to get every drop.” His eyes gleamed with a wicked delight as I used the fabric to clean him up, too.

Ma’s voice grew softer. “What are you both doing?” she asked, a hint of suspicion in her tone. With the saree in my hand, I wiped the last droplets of cum from my pussy, feeling a thrill at the thought of my mother’s fabric against my skin. “Ma,” I whispered, “just…appreciating your saree.”

Prijesh’s hand stilled, his cock still semi-hard against my thigh. Ma’s voice held a note of concern. “Is everything all right over there?” she asked. I nodded, though she couldn’t see it. “Yes, Ma,” I assured her, my voice still breathless. “We’re just…exploring the beauty in your saree.”

“Ma,” he said, his voice a little husky, “it’s been so good talking to you.”

Prijesh’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, “Sandhya looks so beautiful in your saree. I can’t resist exploring her.” His hand slid up my inner thigh, his fingers trying to reach my ass.

Ma’s voice was a gentle reminder. “Prijesh, don’t forget to put the phone down.”
With a wink, Prijesh nodded. “Ma, we’re going to hang up now,” he said, his voice a low murmur of satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his cock brushing against my pussy. “Thank you for the saree,” he whispered into the phone.

Ma’s voice was a mix of confusion and amusement. “Alright, Prijesh,” she said, “tell me if you need anything.” Prijesh leaned in closer, his cock pressing against my pussy, his hand reaching for the phone. “Ma,” he whispered, “we’re going to take a little break now.”

He kissed me softly, his breath hot against my ear. Ma’s voice was faint. “Okay, Prijesh,” she said, her words filled with a hint of curiosity. “Call me back when you’re done.” Prijesh nodded, his hand hovering over the phone. “We will, Ma,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

With a wink, he pressed the button, ending the call. Our eyes met, filled with the shared thrill of our naughty secret. We both knew that Ma was still in the dark, and that added a delicious edge to our passion.

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Hi everyone, this is my first story on ISS. This is a true incident that happened a few days back. This is about how my neighbor got seduced by her mom’s office boy. My name is Raja. I was a sales professional. I am 30 and unmarried; hence, like other men, I, too, have some habits which you all know very well.

Coming to the plot. Her name was Sharmili. She was staying in his mom’s home in the lane next to my home. My home was on the main road, and if I came out of my home via the back door and turned right, there was her home. Her home didn’t have the 1st floor when I was in school. Later I went to the hostel. Then I joined a job in Coimbatore and Chennai.

Once I came back home occasionally for any function or festival. I found out that they had a house built on the first floor. I inquired about my mom and she said that Sharmi’s father had built it for Sharmi since her husband had left her alone. Yes, she was a single mother with two kids. Guess the children were in their primary schools. She was a lecturer at a nearby women’s college.

She used to get her college bus just opposite our home. I always used to have a look at her in the morning. I have had a crush on her since I was in my schooling. Yes, She was my school senior, and she might be around 38 now. She was a very beautiful lady and a perfect one.

I always felt happy to see her. But after hearing about her marriage life, I really felt bad about her. Yes, she was neither a widow nor a divorcee. Her husband had just left her when her kids were 2 or 3. From then she was staying in his mom’s home and raising them alone. Everyone’s life has some tragedy and Sharmi wasn’t an exception.

The moment I heard her story, I always tried to see her. To be frank, I always thought about her sexual life. She was such a fair, cute doll with a beautiful face, big melons inside the blouse, curvy hips, and a cute, clean navel. I wondered if she was untouched for these years. Or she was in some relationship in her college?

Her college bus used to drop her in front of my home and sometimes I had a view of her legs, hip, and sometimes her navel while she was getting down from the bus. That’s all the max I could get from her.

I used to fantasize about myself as her husband and make intimacy in her home. Since I have already pictured you at our home location, I could have a decent look at her home from my home’s rooftop. Her parents lived on the ground floor and she lived in first. The main door had a glass design on its right.

The kitchen window was on the left and the bedroom window was on the right. Her father was a retired army personnel, now working in a college I think, maybe in an admin position, I am not sure. But he always starts to work at 7 a.m. and returns at 8 or 8.30 p.m. She had a sister. She was married and settled somewhere.

Her mom was a Headmaster at a govt. School and she had an office boy for all office work. His name is Murugesan. Occasionally I used to see him outside Sharmi’s home. He would be around 30 in age, just married.

Coming to the physique, he was a big black guy with a pot belly at least 5 inches from his chest, wearing a dark blue pant and a light blue shirt. I had seen him dropping Sharmi’s mom sometimes, getting water cans to them sometimes, and buying veggies. Sharmi and he had a good rapport. I had seen them laughing at times when they had chit-chat outside her home.

He even dropped her at her college sometimes and also helped her by dropping her children at school if they missed the school bus. I really don’t know that they both were waiting for their chances to open up and they really got an occasion, and that was On the day of Ganesh Chathurthi 2024.

Her whole family and her sister’s family were busy getting ready to go somewhere. A few pillows for kids and 2 vessels of prepared foods were getting transported to their car. On having a glimpse of those scenes, I could sense that they might be getting ready for a long trip. I could see both her mom and sister, but anywhere I couldn’t see Sharmi’s presence.

Then suddenly my mom called me for some household work. I completed them and came upstairs for a fag, and to my surprise, I could see Sharmi waving a hand at their family, who was departing for a trip. “Oh my god, she is not a member of that trip, and she will be alone at home for the next few days,” I thought.

I don’t know what may be the reason behind it, but I started dreaming wildly about her. But anyways, I could just fap and couldn’t do anything else. I cursed myself.

In the afternoon. I saw her in her scooty going to the main road, not sure about the purpose. She was wearing a maroon color churidar with matching pants, and I could see her ass flesh popping out of that cut chudi. I just took a deep breath and got back to work.

The day passed, and by evening, around 8 p.m. I heard a bike sound turning in the lane, fading to some distance, and going into the air. When I came out to check who it was, it was the guy Murugesan. Normally, he wouldn’t come to their home unless Sharmi’s parents were present, but today, that was not the case.

I started to watch the scene and he went upstairs and the door was locked. I couldn’t imagine the scene of what was happening there inside and my instinct said today was the day for Murugesan. But he came down in 5 to 10 minutes and his bike passed past my home and disappeared.

Me and my mom had dinner. My mom was very tired since she was cleaning the entire home today due to the festival. Then she went to bed, switched on the AC, and locked the bedroom door. I continued to watch TV and I could hear a bike sound in the distance. But it stopped immediately and there was no sound then.

Neither the bike passed to the right, nor the left of my home. I opened the door and I saw Murugesan walking with his bike at a distance. I immediately hid myself in my veranda where some plants would cover me and it was dark too. He parked his bike in the corner, in a dark place, and started walking towards Sharmi’s home.

I could sense that something was gonna happen tonight. I continued to watch him opening and closing the main gate of her home so slowly that nobody could hear the sound and started to walk upstairs.

Then I came out of my home and hid myself in the corner for further view. He removed his footwear and took his mobile from his pocket. Then he dialed Sharmi I think. The door opened immediately. Within no time he entered her home and locked the door. “Oh, oh, oh, yeah, finally, that guy cracked Sharmi’s resistance and got inside her home on a night when nobody from her family was there.

Yes, it was gonna happen. Nothing else or what else gonna happen there. A special pooja for God, definitely not. I confirmed myself. I was deeply thinking of how to check out what was happening. Then I immediately ran to her home. They had a small path to the right of their house which was used for reaching the outside bathroom. We people use it for bathing when we attend any rituals.

I used the path and reached their bathroom. Since it was just a reserved one, it was not properly maintained, and its height was also not quite high that any average man could jump on it, and I was not an exception. Then I jumped on the bathroom ceiling, then to the sunshade, and finally to the rooftop.

I slowly crawled up the stairs and came near to the backdoor. It was locked too. Then I tried to open the nearby window, and it was not locked, to my surprise. There I saw an exceptional scene.

Yes, it was Sharmi and Murugesan sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Some Hindi songs were playing. I could see that Murugesan was wearing a lungi and banian. This scumbag was in pants and shirt while coming and now he was in lungi. He said something, and Sharmi started to smile. He, too, smiled in a naughty way.

Then he slowly placed his hand around her shoulders and she made him comfortable by adjusting herself between his hands. I started to feel my boner. Then he slowly placed another hand on her left thigh to which she smiled and dropped her face down shyly. I thought, “This guy is gonna ram her today.”

He then hugged her, almost wrapped her in his arms and their eyes met immediately. What sort of feeling that Sharmi had undergone? I couldn’t explain, but she was the first one to kiss him instantly. The kiss was very soft and smooth. She started kissing him more passionately, sucked his upper lip, and then his lower lip, and sometimes his tongue.

Meanwhile, her right hand was rubbing his back, and her left hand was rubbing his head. Murugesan started hugging her tightly and massaging her love handles and back. Slowly his hand came forward and cupped her boobs. She had the big melons, and he started pressing and squeezing them really hard, making Sharmi moan and gasp.

Sharmi then took his banian off and followed by him who took her chudi top and threw it away. “Mmm, I should be in his place enjoying her. But anyways at least someone is enjoying her unrevealing beauty”, I consoled myself by rubbing my dick inside my shorts.

Murugesan started to massage her boob with his left hand whereas his right hand was rubbing her stomach and navel. She had a very cute navel. It was very beautiful to view. Then he made her stand up and started kissing her again. This time a little harder while pressing her ass cheeks. I understood that he made her stand only to feel her ass.

She enjoyed it much and gave out a very soft moan now and then to make him proceed further. He took her right hand and placed it on his tent. She was a bit shy initially then she started to feel the full length. In no time, he untied her petticoat, and she was in two pieces now.

This guy stopped kissing, stepped back a foot, and stood there for a minute. This guy was enjoying her two-piece view. He was having a look at her from head to toe. His eyes were running like a rat which was trying to escape from a cat. She blushed and stood there for him to get a better view of her assets. Then he smiled and said something to which she blushed again.

Then he came in front, knelt, and started kissing her all over her body, especially her navel, where I would say that he just tongue fucked her in the navel. She stood like a drunken monk with him biting her lips and enjoying her kiss and the warmth of his tongue all over her. Then he came down and started to kiss her legs and thighs closely to her inner linings.

He also started to sniff her undergarment. “He is such a devote of her”, I thought. She smiled shyly and placed her hands on his shoulder. Then he bent his head up and sent a flying kiss to her to which she again blushed.

“What was this guy’s love language? He was making her blush and shy every moment. Even I couldn’t do that. Then he slowly placed his right hand on her panty and left hand on her right ass cheek and massaged it. His right hand’s finger was just rubbing her clit over her panty and she was enjoying it. Her legs were shaking, and her head was just roaming around its entire perimeter.

Then he saw her and gave a look, to which I didn’t understand the reason, but she did. Then she immediately unhooked her bra and became topless. She was sexy as hell. I am not so professional with the size. But it was very plump and big. Either of her boobs definitely needed 2 hands to cup.

She had a look at him, and likewise, he understood the meaning. Then he stood up and kissed her again hard. This time, Sharmi herself placed her hand on his tent, and he guided her to untie his lungi. She did the same and now he was only in his undergarment.

It seemed to be very tight by the look. He understood her tension and immediately took her to her bedroom. OMG! What should I do now to check his next move? I was clueless. I was thinking and thinking. My mind ordered me, and I didn’t have an option other than to go inside my home. But it was practically not possible.

Then I immediately ran to the front door, tried to open that bedroom window, and it opened without sticking. I felt a bit relaxed. Then I started to roam my eyes around the bedroom for a picture, and there it was. Sharmi was standing keeping her back supporting the wall. Both hands were locked by Murugesan’s left hand, and they were kissing very hard. It was very wild.

Meanwhile, his right hand was rubbing her clit above her panty. He then slowly said something in her ear and went down. To my surprise, Sharmi was like a slave, keeping her hands in a tied position above her head. Then he slowly started caressing one boob while sucking the other. It continued for some minutes. Her boob looked like it was completely wet cause of his saliva. He was doing it exceptionally well which was a visible result from Sharmi’s expression and sound.

He then further went down and parted her legs. Then he placed his hands on her panty and slowly pulled it down. What a view it was. Her pussy had mild-grown hairs. She might have been shaven some days back, and it was already wet. Murugesan looked at her again for a while and she parted her leg to some inches.

Then he slowly came near her pussy, took his tongue out, and touched her pussy. She just let out a little louder moan now. He now started licking her pussy above up and down, very slowly, but in a passionate way. Nobody would do such a passionate licking I would say. This action will definitely insist that Sharmi inform him about her parent’s next trip.

He then slowly increased his pace and dug his tongue deep into Sharmi’s wet pussy. She was enjoying it to the core, letting out louder moans and pushing him harder against her pussy. She was letting out her love juice and he was in no mood to leave a drop down. He was eating her pussy like a hungry wild dog. He gave some sounds like “Slurp slurp slurp”, and continued to eat her pussy.

Sharmi caught his hair, lifted him, and started kissing him wildly. Murugesan took her right hand and placed it on his tent. Then she rubbed his dick for a second, and immediately slid her hand inside his undergarment. He then slid his undergarment down, and finally, his manhood was released. It’s an average size black dick, 5.5 × 1.5 in inches. It stood rock hard and its tip was glowing due to precum.

Sharmi made no mistake in handling it. She rubbed it up and down slowly but firmly while kissing him, and Murugesan had his eyes half closed and just enjoying her handjob. Meanwhile, his hand was rubbing Sharmi’s pussy.

Finally, Murugesan pushed Sharmi to the center of the bed and jumped on her, kissed her, licked her armpits, bit her nipple sometimes, and ate them. He made no mistake and rubbed her pussy all this time. He was making her wet continuously without any gap. Either his tongue or his fingers were playing with her pussy for the past 1 hour. He then laid on the bed and guided her to sit on his lips, to which she blushed and did the same like a puppet.

Then he started to eat her pussy again, and she sat on his face and rubbed her pussy hard on his mouth, making him no room to breathe. He did for 5 minutes and then he made her lay in bed with a pillow and took his tool near her mouth.

Oh crap! It was the worst dick, I would say, full of hair, and I could feel its stinky smell. But Sharmi took it in her mouth and blew him nicely. He started fucking her in the mouth, and she was taking it deep inside her without any hesitation. Murugesan made his move faster and in no time. Then he burst out loudly. Sharmi’s mouth filled with his thick white fluid. She tried to gulp some and spit out some.

Murugesan fell in bed with exhaustion and hugged her tightly, kissing her lips. Sharmi responded with great energy. It was Sharmi’s turn now, and she went to the 69 position, gave her pussy for him to eat, and she started licking his half-erect dick passionately. It took only a few minutes for his dick to rise and she started sucking it very-very hard now, like a hungry slut. Murugesan, on the other end, ate her pussy well, making it shine like a star.

Now Murugesan pushed Sharmi onto the bed and started making a missionary position. His left hand grabbed her hands and held them above her head, and his right hand tried to guide his dick inside her. Then, in no time, his tip went in, and Sharmi let out a loud gasp. To which he kissed her and pushed it harder again and it was done. Yes, his dick disappeared in her pussy. Sharmi started feeling the pleasurable pain and she started to move his hip up and down.

Murugesan made his move now. He started pushing his dick in and out passionately and slowly gained his pace. He left her hands and started caressing her boobs, sucking them, rubbing her outer pussy skin roughly, fucked her in a lovable way. Then he changed his position. He kept a pillow under her ass and put her legs on his shoulder and started pounding.

She let louder moans for every push. Both of their bodies had sweat droplets. Sharmi’s body was glowing and her boobs were shaking like anything. Murugesan then made her in a doggy position and started fucking her again.

Sharmi was a pure slut as her body bent like a bow in front of her. He was massaging her ass and fucking her very rough. I could see that Sharmi started eating the bedsheet to get the pain ease. He was such a motherfucker. He made Sharmi a whore in front of him. In between, he took his dick out and sucked her pussy for a few minutes and again started her fucking session.

Then Murugesan laid on the bed and guided Sharmi to ride on. She just tied his hair with a knot and sat on his dick with passion showing her bouncing boobs to him. She started to ride his dick slowly and increased her speed in time. Sometimes she stood there and he started fucking her in the same pose. The room was filled with that “thap thap thap” sound.

Then he took her to the corner of the bed. He stood there and started fucking her roughly. His pace was increasing gradually. He fucked in and out and in no time, they reached their climax. Sharmi cried out loud and let her juice out. Meanwhile, Murugesan took his dick out, made a loud noise, and burst his warm white liquid on Sharmi’s face. It ended up flowing over her chin, around her nose, and some dropped on her boobs too.

They both got exhausted and lay in bed for some time. He kissed her in a way she loved, and she kissed him back. Then he went to the kitchen and bought her juice. She kissed him and they both had it. The time would be around 3 a.m. I was watching these scenes and took an oath to myself that I will find any sort of way to seduce her and make her glory my bed and my dick one day. My inner was wet then.

They were just making romance for a while, and his dick was back to form in some time, and what else to say. Sharmi made a blush on seeing it and Murugesan jumped on her. I started to reverse my gear, went to my home, went upstairs, and just watched her home.

I had some 3 to 4 cigarettes, and I found Murugesan came out of her home by 4.30 a.m., and now he was not scared of anyone, it seemed. He made loud steps and opened the main door like a bull and walked like a king to his bike. Then he started his bike and disappeared in no time.

Thanks for your time in reading my first real-life story. I would share my other encounters with my ex-girlfriend, my colleague, my office receptionist, and my customer sooner here. Bye.

Ye koi kahani nahi hai. Ye meri zindagi ka ek haseen kissa hai. Baat un dino ki hai jab main apni CA ki coaching kar raha tha. Apni graduation complete karke Delhi Laxmi Nagar shift ho gaya tha, aur wahan ki hi ek coaching join ki thi.

Wahan jab main admission ke liye gaya tha, to ek 25 saal ki hot bhabhi (Trisha) reception par baithi thi. Wo thi to shaadi shuda, lekin unka figure kamaal ka tha. 36-28-32 size, milky white rang, with glasses. Wo itni cute thi, aur unka figure itna sexy tha, ki main unse baat karne ki kosish karne laga. Class ke baad unke paas reception par kuch na kuch bahana karke chala jata tha.

Wo bhi kaafi talkative thi, to apne baat shuru ho gayi. Maine unko bataya ki mujhe Delhi bilkul aaha nahi laga. To wo mujhe Delhi mein kya-kya acha hai wo batane lagi. Is par hamari daily baat hone lagi. Wo coaching ki saari details share karti thi, to mere paas already unka whatsapp no tha.

Dheere-dheere hum logon ki baat whatsapp par bhi hone lagi. Fir ek din unhone bataya ki wo apne sasural jaa rahi thi kuch dino ke liye, aur main unke whatsapp waale number par message na karu.

To maine bola: Agar mujhe aapse kuch poochna hoga to?

Unhone turant apna personal number de diya mujhe. Isse mujhe bahut confidence mila. Main ab unko aur messages karne laga. Aise hum log ki baat daily hi hone lagi. Main unke baare mein sab kuch jaanna chaahta tha. Unhone bhi mujhe apne baare mein sab bataya, ki unki arrange marriage hui thi 2 saal pehle. Unka husband merchant navy mein tha, aur wo baahar hi rehta tha. Wo apni chotti behan ke sath Delhi mein rehti thi, aur aise hi dheere-dheere hum dost ban gaye.

Jab wo wapas Delhi aayi, to maine unse milne ke liye pooch liya. Maine bataya ki coaching mein mera koi aur dost nahi bana, aur main Delhi mein kisi aur ko nahi jaanta hu. Trisha ne thoda socha, lekin fir boli-

Trisha: Theek hai, shaam ko 7.30 pm par meri job khatam hoti hai. Hum log V3S mall chal sakte hai sath mein ice-cream khaane.

Main bahut khush ho gaya. Meri khushi ki koi seema nahi thi. Main taiyaar hoke laxmi nagar metro ke neeche unka wait karne laga. Wo pink kurta aur black jeans pehan ke aayi. Kya qayamat lag rahi thi. Unko pehli baar maine khule baalon mein dekha tha. Unke cute face par bindi suit kar rahi thi.

Hum log sath main V3S gaye. Sath mein ice-cream li aur baaith ke khoob baatein ki. Trisha ne bataya kaise wo apne husband ke sath yahan aati thi, jab bhi uska husband (Abhinav) aata tha. Mujhe sab bahut acha lag raha tha, ki wo mujhe apne favorite spot le gayi.

Fir maine apne hath se uska chashma hataya, aur uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Maine bataya ki wo khule baalon mein aur bina chashme ke ke zyada achi lagti thi. Maine socha ki kahi main unko awkward na kar du. Lekin jab Trisha ne saamne se bola ki-

Trisha: Matlab aise main achi lagti hu tujhe. Par khule baalon mein aur achi lagti hu.

Aur ye bol ke wo hasne lagi. Mujhe laga ki saamne se bhi signal aa raha tha. Fir maine bhi flirting start kar di.

Maine bhi bola: Haa aap kaise kisi ko achi nahi lag sakti hai? Itni khoobsurat ho, mature ho, independent ho.

Trisha achanak hi sad ho gayi. Uske chehre se hassi hi gayab ho gayi.

Trisha ne bola: Sab ko main pasand nahi aati hu. Log mujhe arrogant samajhte hai.

Main bhi saamne se poochne laga, to Trisha ne bataya ki uske sasural waale ache nahi the. Unko Trisha ka job karna acha nahi lagta tha, aur uska husband bhi kuch nahi bolta tha beech mein. Trisha ki saas bhi kaafi sunati hai jab Trisha ghar par hoti thi to. Isliye wo Delhi hi rehti thi. Jab ki uska sasural Meerut tha.

Fir maine Trisha ko console kiya, aur pata nahi kab uska hath mere hath mein tha. Hum dono ko pata nahi chala. Fir jab mujhe khayaal aaya to bhi maine apna hath nahi hataya. Mujhe Trisha ko hug karne ka mann kar raha tha. Par public place ki wajah se maine nahi kiya.

10 kab baj gaye bilkul pata hi nahi chala hum dono ko. Us din hum dono ne kaafi baatein ki, Trisha ke sasural waalo, aur uske husband ke baare mein. Fir na chaahte hue bhi hum dono apne-apne ghar chale gaye. Us din Trisha ne raat mein mujhe call kiya aur bataya ki use aaj mere sath bahut acha laga. Itna acha use kayi saalon mein nahi laga. Main bhi bahut khush tha. Hamari bonding jo ho gayi thi.

Fir ek din sunday ko Trisha aur main sath mein aise hi Laxmi Nagar mrin sath mein ghoom rahe the. Plan pizza aur cold drink ka tha, par achanak baarish start ho gayi. Fir maine mauke ka faida uthate hue Trisha se poocha ki-

Main: Baarish mein bheeg jayenge usse acha pizza leke mere flat chalte hai.

Kyunki mera flat 2 minute ke walking distance par tha.

Trisha ne thoda socha fir boli: Theek hai.

Hum dono mere flat par gaye. Mere flat aa kar maine fairy lights on ki, aur romantic songs speaker par bajane laga. Hum dono ko wo pizza bahut acha lagne laga tha. Mauka dekhte hue maine poocha-

Main: Baarish ho rahi hai. Mujhe baarish mein hookah bahut acha lagta hai. Agar aapko peena ho to main hookah lagau?

Trisha ne bataya ki usne kabhi hookah try nahi kiya tha. Lekin wo try karna chaahti thi. Fir maine hookah lagaya. Balcony main baarish, room mein fairy lights, romantic songs, hookah, aur hum dono akele. Trisha ne bataya ki aksar wo aur uske husband sath mein beer aur pizza khaate the.

Luckily mere fridge mein beer bhi thi. Kyunki mujhe bhi beer bahut pasand hai. Maine Trisha ko bola ki main ek surprise rakha tha uske liye, wo bas aankhen band kar le. Main jaldi se fridge se beer ki 2 bottles le aaya, aur room mein light dim karke hamne hamari first date ki.

Trisha bahut zyada khush thi. usne bataya ki wo kabhi aise date par nahi gayi thi. Uska husband bilkul romantic nahi tha. Maine bhi baat-baat mein bola ki-

Main: Tujhe koi aur husband dekh lena chahiye jo tujhe aisi romantic dates par le jaye. Tu deserve karti hai.

Aur ye bol ke maine uske hath pakad liye. Usne bhi mana nahi kiya. Fir maine usko apne kandhe par lita liya. Mujhe uske baalon se uski khushbu aa rahi thi, jo mujhe turn on kar rahi thi. Maine himmat karke usko apne aage bulaya, aur usko peeche se hug kar liya. Taaki mera face uski neck par ho, aur mera hath uski chest ke paas ho jaye. Usne bilkul mana nahi kiya.

Fir maine aur himmat ki, aur usko apne paas kheech liya. Uski body meri body ke touch mein thi poori. Main samajh gaya ki Trisha ko bhi acha lag raha tha. Maine apna hath uske thigh par rakha, aur dheere-dheere upar uske kurte mein karne laga. Main uske pet ko touch kar paa raha tha.

Usne mujhe mana nahi kiya, aur apni aankhen band kar li. To maine uski breast ko touch kiya. Usne bra pehni hui thi. Maine andar hath daal ke bra khol di, aur uske boobs ko dabane laga. Uske boobs mere hath mein nahi aa rahe the, wo itne bade aur soft the. Mere soft press karne se dheere-dheere Trisha siskiya lene lagi.

Fir badhte samay ke sath uski siskiyan badhne lagi. Apne ek hath se maine uske boobs padke, aur doosre se uski jeans kholne laga. Fir jeans kholte hi apna hath uski panty ke upar le gaya. Wo already wet thi. Maine bilkul time na waste karte hue uski wet pussy ko touch karna start kiya.

Trisha ne khud hi apni jeans utari, to maine bhi turant apna face uski thighs ke beech mein kar diya. Maine usko pehle bite kiya inner thighs par. Wo chila di dard se. Maine fir uski wet vagina suck karna start kiya. Uski siskiyan fir se badh gayi. Trisha bolti rahi ki ruko, just fuck me now, lekin main apne aap ko uske vagina se alag nahi kar paaya.

Fir maine usko apne paas kheench kar uske boobs ko suck karna start kiya. Uske white boobs par maine itne love bites diye, jaise Trisha meri hi biwi ho. Maine fir apni jeans kholi, aur apna lund uske chut par rakh diya. Fir halke-halke move karne laga.

Trisha zor-zor se chilane lagi: Just fuck me na.

Main finally uske andar jaane laga. Uski chut bahut tight thi, aur mere andar karte hi Trisha cheekh padi. Lekin mera rukna kaha hi possible tha. Main dheere-dheere apni speed badhata chala gaya, aur Trisha ke aur andar chala gaya. Wo andar se itni naram, aur uski warmth itni achi thi, ki mujhe khud ko rokna mushkil ho gaya.

Maine agle 2 ghante tak Trisha ki ache se li, aur uske andar kayi baar cum kiya. Usne ek baar bas mana kiya ki main andar na karu, aur ek condom order kar lu. Lekin maine uski chut ko apne cum se bharne ka mann bana liya tha pehle hi. Isliye main kayi baar uske andar aaya.

Ab shaam ke 9 pm ho gaye the. Fir Trisha taiyaar hone lagi. Mere yahan se jaane se pehle Trisha shower lene gayi. Hamne wahan bhi sex kiya, aur ab Trisha ke pair kaampne lage the. Fir maine Trisha ko uske ghar ke paas drop kiya.

Agle ek saal tak aaise hi Trisha alternate days par mere flat par aati thi, aur main uski leta tha. Usne apne husband ko aaj tak blowjob nahi diya tha. Lekin mujhe wo blowjob bhi deti thi. Uske husband ke aane ke 10 din pehle se main usko koi love bites nahi deta tha, aur uske husband ke jaate hi usko love bites se bhar deta tha.

Savita had not been to her office for a long time. Now, she wondered if she still had her job. So she quickly dressed up and went to work. She was shocked to find someone else on her desk! It was Frahan who replaced Savita, as she had been away for a long time. Savita got furious and went to her boss to ask him for her position.

Her boss was also upset because Savita had not turned up to work for a long time. He said he would need to take her interview again, so he took her to a hotel in the afternoon. But why did he need spanking tools for the interview?

Watch this video and find out: Episode 85 – Back to Work.

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My name is Aditya. I’m a 24-year-old Indian boy. I recently got married to a Muslim girl named Reeva. She’s 22 years old, she is a goddess. She has perfect boobs and the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen. She’s 5 feet 5 inches tall. She has the fairest complexion, with a big ass and juicy ass.

I wanted to escape my past. So, I moved away from India and had an interfaith marriage with Reeva. But in the UK, I never felt like I was free.

About a year later, my 20-year-old cousin Kalyani came to the UK for further studies. She came to stay with me and Reeva until she found her place. She’s a beautiful girl with milky white skin and black hair. She’s a bit short but very cute.

I have a lot of history with Kalyani, we were always close friends. But about 1 year ago, she confessed that she wanted to be more than friends with me. We started dating each other, and our chemistry was amazing. But eventually, we broke up.

Kalyani never stopped loving me, and we always stayed in touch. She eventually moved away to the UK to get her Master’s degree. I thought that living together would make things awkward, but surprisingly, it didn’t. I was afraid that she would try to seduce me again. But I think that she had given up.

One day, I came home from work. I found that both my wife and Kalyani were in the living room wearing short skirts and looking like hot as hell. I walked in, and Reeva greeted me with a hug and said, “I heard you’re working too much these days. So Kalyani was kind enough to offer to cook dinner for us.”

I replied, “It’s very nice of you to cook dinner for us, Kalyani.”

Kalyani answered, “It’s my pleasure. It’s the least I could do for the two people who have helped me so much.”

Reeva had been drinking some wine, and she was getting tipsy. She looked at Kalyani and said, “You’re such a nice girl. I really wish I had known you before I married Aditya. It would have been nice to know him through you.”

Kalyani smiled and said, “It’s alright. You have him now, but you’ll never know what it was like for him and me.”

I realized that Kalyani still had feelings for me. She wanted Reeva to know that she was still in love with me.

The night went on with us having dinner and laughing together. After dinner, Reeva started yawning, and I realized she was getting sleepy. I said goodnight to both of them and went to my room.

A few hours later, I heard Kalyani coming into my room. She woke me up and started making out with me. I asked her what she was doing. She said, “I know you still love me, and I also know you have a strong feeling for your wife.”

I said, “What are you talking about?”

She said, “I’ve been watching you two for months now. I’ve noticed how much love you have for each other. I love you both a lot, and I think this is the perfect opportunity for us to do something that we all will enjoy. I know you love Reeva and you also have feelings for me. Why don’t we have some fun together? It could be something you’ll never forget.”

She slowly took off my clothes, and I was already hard by the time she finished. She started sucking my dick, and I started moaning her name. Then she said, “Shh, Reeva is still asleep in the other room. She could hear us if we’re loud.”

I said, “Oh yeah.”

She kept sucking me until she made me cum. Then she licked every single drop off my dick. After that, she took off her clothes and rode my cock. She felt amazing, she had a tight pussy. Her big tits were bouncing up and down as she rode me.

I had to cover her mouth to stop her from moaning so loudly. After she cum on my dick, we both fell asleep. In the morning, we woke up and realized that we had to get ready quickly.

Kalyani was supposed to go to her university, and I was supposed to be at work in an hour. We both got dressed quickly and left the house.

That day at work was so boring for me. The only thing I could think about was fucking Kalyani again. When I got home that night I saw that Reeva and Kalyani weren’t home yet. I called my wife, and she answered.

She said that they were going to the gym together and they would be home in a couple of hours. I said okay and waited for them. About an hour later, Reeva opened the door and walked in. She was looking amazing, she was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra.

Her tits were still bouncing from walking, and her ass looked juicy in those tight pants. I greeted her and asked her where Kalyani was. She said that Kalyani went to get some milk from the corner store. Reeva came near me and kissed me on the cheek.

Then she went to the kitchen to make herself a smoothie. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. Then Kalyani opened the door and said, “Hey, I got the milk.” Then she walked in and gave Reeva a hug from behind.

Reeva turned around and hugged Kalyani back and said, “Thank you so much, you’re always so nice to me.”

Kalyani replied, “Of course, you’re such a nice person. It’s my pleasure.”

Reeva smiled at Kalyani, and then she kissed her on the cheek. Kalyani blushed and said, “What’s that for?”

Reeva replied, “That’s for being nice to me.”

I saw how Kalyani looked at Reeva. She was staring at her like she wanted to fuck her. I had an idea. I walked near them and said, “How about we make something interesting happen tonight?”

Reeva looked at me curiously and asked, “Like what?”

I said, “Why don’t we try to seduce each other, and whoever succeeds gets to fuck the other two however they want.”

Kalyani immediately said, “Yes, I’d love to play that game.”

Reeva thought for a bit and then said, “But I’m married to you, Aditya.”

I said, “Don’t worry about that. It’s just a game, and it’ll be our little secret.”

She smiled and said, “Okay, deal.”

Reeva kept flirting with me all night. She kept touching me and making dirty jokes, and Kalyani kept flirting with Reeva. They both seemed very desperate to win the game.

About 2 hours later, Reeva and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Kalyani walked in and sat next to my wife on the couch. My wife was wearing a black dress that showed her cleavage. Kalyani was wearing a pink skirt and a white top that showed her midriff.

I could see Kalyani looking at Reeva’s tits. She seemed to be very interested in them. She kept looking at them, and then she tried to touch one of them. I pretended that I didn’t see it happen. Reeva noticed Kalyani touching her tits, and she seemed very aroused by it.

She looked back at Kalyani with a smile on her face. Kalyani seemed to feel more confident after that. She touched Reeva’s tit again. This time, Reeva didn’t pull back. She kept her tit in Kalyani’s hand, and she seemed to enjoy it.

Then Kalyani slowly slipped her hand into Reeva’s dress and started massaging her tits. Reeva seemed to enjoy it and she started moaning. Then Kalyani slid her hand down Reeva’s body and started touching her pussy. Reeva was still wearing her panties.

But Kalyani had slipped her hand under them and was fingering my wife’s pussy. Reeva was moaning louder now. She seemed like she was very turned on. After that, Kalyani leaned in and started making out with Reeva. Both of them were touching each other and moaning.

It seemed like they wanted to fuck each other. Then Kalyani pulled down Reeva’s panties and started fingering her pussy more aggressively. Reeva spread her legs and let Kalyani finger her. Kalyani pushed Reeva back on the couch and started licking her pussy.

Reeva seemed like she was in heaven. She was moaning so loudly, and she was pulling Kalyani’s hair. Then, my wife started squirting all over Kalyani’s face. Kalyani seemed very surprised, but she didn’t stop. She kept licking Reeva’s pussy.

After Reeva came, Kalyani crawled up to me and started sucking my dick. She gave the best blowjobs. She had skills that I had never taught her. After she made me cum in her mouth, she swallowed all my cum, and then she sucked my dick clean.

Reeva had been watching us the whole time. She was very aroused. That night, Kalyani won the game, and she got to fuck both of us however she wanted. We did a lot of crazy stuff that night, we had a threesome, we did a spit roast and a lot of other things. Then, after we all cum, we fell asleep.

The next morning, Reeva woke me up and said, “Good morning, you were amazing last night.”

I said, “So were you. I never knew you could be so wild.”

She said, “Me neither. I think you two should have a lot more threesomes.”

Then I saw that Kalyani wasn’t in bed, I looked at the clock and said, “Fuck, it’s 10:00 am, we’re both late.”

I rushed out of bed and got dressed. Then I left for work. I told my wife to wake Kalyani up and send her to her university. She said okay, and we both left the house.

The whole day I was thinking about my wife and cousin fucking each other. It felt very strange. But I couldn’t deny that it was hot to watch them together.

That night, I came home and found my wife and Kalyani waiting for me in the living room. My wife walked up to me and said, “Kalyani told me what happened last week. She said you both had a lot of fun, and it was your idea.”

I replied, “Yeah, it was fun.”

She said, “So why don’t we do it again?”

Kalyani jumped in and said, “Yes, let’s do it again.”

I was shocked, and I didn’t know what to say. So I just nodded, and we all went into the bedroom. We undressed each other, and then my wife started sucking my dick while Kalyani ate her pussy. We all cum at the same time that night.

The next few months were crazy. We had a lot of threesomes, and my wife even started wearing sexy outfits to seduce Kalyani. I realized that she had started to like girls. It wasn’t just about me anymore. One day, I was talking to her, and I asked her, “Reeva, do you like girls now?”

She replied, “Not just any girls, I like Kalyani. She makes me feel amazing.” That day, I realized that Reeva was starting to fall in love with Kalyani.

About 5 months later, we had another threesome. It was a Sunday morning, and the three of us were naked in the bed. We all just cum, and we were recovering from our orgasms.

My wife suddenly said, “Aditya, I know you used to date Kalyani before we married. I also know that you both have been fucking each other now and then since she moved in. I want you both to know that I’m okay with it. I want all three of us to be together forever.”

Kalyani and I looked at each other. We didn’t know how to react. Then my wife said, “I love both of you, and I want you both for myself. Let’s all move in together and never separate from each other.”

Kalyani suddenly said, “If we’re going to be together, then there are a few things we need to discuss.”

My wife asked, “Like what, Kalyani?”

Kalyani said, “Well, you two have been married for almost 1 year now, and you’ve never had kids. I think it’s time for us to have one together. There’s only one way we can do it.”

Reeva asked, “What’s that?”

Kalyani replied, “We need to fuck each other every day, and then maybe we’ll get lucky.”

I said, “You mean you want me to impregnate one of you?”

Kalyani nodded her head and said, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.”

Reeva looked at us both and said, “If I get pregnant, then I’ll have to be the mother. I don’t think it would be right for my husband and cousin to have a kid together.”

Want to know what happens next. I will be writing this story maybe later.

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PROLOGUE:

It’s exactly 2:00 in the morning.

Varun Bhaiya and I sit naked on the living room couch, stroking our cocks, waiting for Aditi to join us. The room is dark, lit only by the flashing lights of a big-screen TV on mute, showing bad porn.

“Where the fuck is she?” Varun Bhaiya asks impatiently. He shifts closer to me, putting my hand on his cock. Licking his lips, he grabs my neck with both hands and begins kissing it feverishly, biting me now and then.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation as I begin jerking off his considerably larger cock, hard as steel and oozing pre-cum at the crown.

At 21, I was slim, fair and smooth-skinned, much smaller than my older brother. Varun, at 25, was powerfully built. He was rougher as well and darker, with an imposing chest and jawline.

He often called me ‘pretty boy,’ a taunt I hated. Truth is, we never really got along outside of these late-night ‘loving’ encounters.

As siblings, Aditi and I were far more alike. We were both strait-laced and gentle-natured. We enjoyed the same songs and agreed on most things. And yet, it was Varun Bhaiya she preferred sexually.

I can hear Paapu snore in his room down the hall. There’s no chance of him waking up. One of us always laced his juice with a sedative during dinner. The old man was blissfully unaware that his pretty little ‘princess’ was defiled almost every night by his two sons.

Varun Bhaiya’s kisses become harder on my neck, “Go get her or I’ll fuck you instead.” He says breathlessly.

As I stand, we hear the door to Aditi’s room finally open. We watch her emerge bare-footed and stark naked from the darkness and into the flashing lights of the TV screen.

At 19, my fair-skinned younger sister is at the peak of her youth. She stands at 5 feet and 6 inches, which is tall for a girl. Her girly breasts are round and firm. Her hips are slender but shapely, and her flawless little pussy, is always clean-shaven.

Aditi’s beautiful makeup-less face, loose hair and glowing skin consume Varun Bhaiya and me with a blasphemous desire.

“I fell asleep.” She says languidly, rubbing an eye. “Has Paapu conked out?”

Varun Bhaiya leaps off the couch and effortlessly lifts her off her feet, parting her legs and wrapping them around his muscular waist.

“Bhaiya, stop!” She says firmly, pulling her face back, “I need to go brush my teeth first.”

Easily overpowering her, he begins kissing her face passionately before slipping his hard tongue deep into her soft mouth, tasting it hungrily. Waking up fully now to his aggressive masculine energy, she begins to return his kisses fervently.

The sight of them doing this always bewilders me. They are opposites – these two. During the day, they fight viciously. And yet, all is forgotten when they meet at this time of night.

Laying her down on the couch, Aditi flirtatiously raises a perfect leg and places her pedicured toes in Varun Bhaiya’s mouth. He begins sucking on them feverishly with his eyes closed.

She can’t help but giggle at his intensity. He opens his eyes and responds by playfully slapping her face hard, in my opinion. He spreads her legs wide and crudely spits on her pussy. She bites her lip and goes silent, knowing playtime is over.

As he enters her tightness, she squeals loudly. Before long, he’s thrusting an unbelievably big cock in her relatively smaller frame. I sit back on a chair, stroking my cock and grin. I watch my ‘sibs’ forgive each other for the fifth time this week!

Aditi’s Seduction: A night of passion with Varun Bhaiya.

I, at 22, was a virgin, too mild-mannered to be sexy to any girl my age. A middle child stuck between a bullying, obnoxious older brother and an angelic and loving young sister.

Aditi was Paapu’s favourite, his pride and joy and therefore, a brat. It was Varun Bhaiya who laid down the law in our house, not Paapu. After Mum passed away, Aditi became the focal point of the family, something which Varun Bhaiya resented deeply.

We are a family like any other family: Educated, middle-class, with high aspirations. And yet, we are nothing like any other family. Not since a night, like any other night, a month ago.

I awoke at 3:00 in the morning, thirsty. As I drank a glass of water in the kitchen, I heard a sound at odds and followed it down the hall. A muffled cry, a whisper, a shuddered breath, a low growl, and finally, breathless gasps and creaking wood.

Bare-footed, I walked towards Aditi’s room. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open gently, revealing a hideous sight.

On the opposite side of the bed frame, facing me, Aditi and Varun Bhaiya were kneeling on the floor, almost fully clothed. She was bent over the unmade mattress with him holding her tightly from behind. Both their eyes were closed.

Their lower halves were obscured by the bed, hence my confusion. Till it dawned on me that he was thrusting his hips in and out of her from behind. Her face was blissful but contorted.

He then mumbled something ghastly in her ear. A forbidden question, it seemed like. She responded with a slight nod, her eyes remaining closed as he began pushing in and out harder, making her gasp aloud.

Unexpectedly, Aditi opened her eyes and froze when she saw me standing in the doorway, open-mouthed. Needless to say, she freaked out!

Elbowing Varun Bhaiya, she pushed him away, pulled her pyjamas back up and quickly crouched down. He, on the other hand, stood up, visibly startled, with a massive, fully erect dick.

I was too stunned to say or do anything. With a pounding heart, I went back into my room quietly and sat on a chair. Aditi followed moments later, closing the door behind her. She began crying hysterically and sat on my bed, shivering with fear.

“It just…happened.” She said, crying.

“What do you mean it just happened?” I asked.

Aditi lowered her gaze and said nothing.

“Look at me!” I said, raising my voice, “Tell me what you mean by ‘it just happened’.”

“A month ago…” She said, shaking. “Varun Bhaiya and I drove to Lahore for a mehendi.”

“You’ve been doing this for a month?” I said, shocked.

“No one was supposed to know.” She said, quivering. “He started it. It was him. No one was supposed to know.”

“Calm the fuck down and breathe.” I said, needing a moment to gather my thoughts, “What happened a month ago?”

“Bhaiya and I were at a mehendi in Lahore. We spent a night at the hotel.”

“I know. I remember.”

She hesitated, “I got…drunk.”

“What?” I said, “Bhaiya allowed you?”

Aditi nodded. “He said I could have just one glass of wine, but I ended up having a lot more when he wasn’t looking. Even he was drunk. We all were…”

“What then?”

“It got very late, and I got sick, so he took me back to the room.”

“Go on.”

“As soon as I made it to the bathroom, I vomited in the toilet. I’d never been drunk before.” She said, wiping her nose, “Bhaiya was very nice about it. Didn’t yell. I was so out of it, I just sat on the bathroom floor, a complete mess, with a little bit of vomit on me, my lehenga-choli.”

“Then?”

“I wanted to take it off my clothes and wash up before going to bed. But Bhaiyya said he couldn’t leave me alone in that state. He said I might fall and hit my head, so he began…helping me.”

“Helping you, how?”

“The bathroom had a big tub, so he took my shoes off, lifted me and put me in it. We even laughed as he did that. We both did.”

“Then?”

“I thought he’d leave, but he said he wanted to help me get cleaned up. He began undoing my blouse. I was half unconscious and didn’t think much of it. We were both…wasted.” She said, biting her lip.

“He took off my blouse and began wiping me with a wet towel.” I tried to sit up but couldn’t. He then said he needed to take my lehenga off because it was stained. Before I could say anything, he began untying the string, so I just…let him.”

“You let him?” I said unbelievably.

“He’s my brother!” She said defensively. “Who else could I have trusted?”

“Then?”

“After he took my lehenga off, I was sitting there in my bra and underwear. I began feeling embarrassed, being like that in front of him, so I asked for a towel to cover up. But he was dismissive, saying he wasn’t done cleaning me. But then he began removing his clothes. I asked what he was doing. He said he didn’t want to get his suit wet, which made sense. He then plugged the drain and turned on the tap, letting the hot water run.”

She said, then began crying again, “But then he changed everything, he changed everything!”

“What do you mean?”

“The hot water touched my feet, and it soothed me. So I put my head back and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I felt my nipple ache. When I opened my eyes, my bra was floating in the water, and Bhaiya had my left breast in his mouth.”

“Didn’t you stop him?” I asked angrily.

“I tried pushing him away, but I stopped because it only made it worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“He began sucking on me harder, biting me, hurting me, so I drew him closer instead to calm him down. I wrapped my arms around his head and even kissed his forehead, telling him to stop.”

I gulped, “Then?”

“He finally stood up and stepped back, and I saw he was completely naked, playing with his big dick, staring at me. I managed to stand up, thinking he was done with his little…prank. But as I began climbing out, he grabbed me again and pulled me back in, shutting the glass door,…locking it.”

“Asshole!”

“It’s not his fault.” She said. “It’s mine. I shouldn’t have been in that position with him, naked like that. He couldn’t stop himself.”

“For fuck’s sake! He’s your brother!” I said, “What did he do to you in that tub?”

“What we did.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means…” She said, then hesitated, “He kept kissing me, all over, kept kissing me…making it feel…good.”

I was too stunned to speak.

“I kept trying to leave, but he’s too strong.” She said,  “Ripped my panties off like it was paper.”

“Again…” I said, “What do you mean ‘what we did?’”

“I struggled, I swear!” She said, “But then he shoved me down on the ledge, forced my legs open and…went down me…. I’d never felt anything like it before.”

“What were you thinking?”

“No one was thinking.” She said. “We were just…not ourselves.”

“What then?”

“Bhaiya kept loving me, with his mouth,…fingering me till I was…compromised.” She said, “He then stood up, grabbed me by my hair and…put his dick on my chin. I just…”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.” She said, half-rebelliously, “I took it in my mouth. He taught me how.”

“But you’re …siblings,” I said, alarmed. “You’re his sister.”

“He’s my brother and I love him.”

“You’re a victim. You don’t know it.”

“I’m no victim.” She said angrily, asserting her independence, “I loved it.”

“Shut up!” I said, “Then what? Did he…cum?”

“No, he pulled away.” She said, “By that time I was…I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. I stood up and waited for him to…guide me.”

“What did he do?” I asked meekly.

“He pulled me down into the hot water, where he made me straddle him.” She said, “I guided him to my…opening beneath the water and began lowering myself. But he was too big, and I got scared. I didn’t have the guts to do it, so he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly lowered me on it.”

“Did it hurt?” I asked, envisioning it.

“I screamed really hard, but he kept lowering me.” She said, “He laughed, pushed it ALL the way in. I tried to climb off. I even slapped his face a few times, but he just held me there with his big arms. Told me I needed to relax.”

“Was there blood?” I asked.

“Not at first.” She said, “I was in a lot of pain. But he began kissing me gently and told me I needed to give it time to stretch for him. That’s when I started seeing blood in the water. It was all…unreal.”

“Ya, I bet.”

Unexpectedly then, Aditi smiled, “He took some of that bloody water, put it in his mouth and spat it on my face. Disgusting joker he is.” She said, “He did it to distract me from the pain. It worked. We laughed.”

I felt an intense pang of anger and jealousy.

She continued, “Once I had…opened for him, I began.”

“You began fucking him?”

“Yes.” She said shamelessly, “It wasn’t entirely his fault. We both did something wrong. It’s now a night that won’t go away, keeps following us,…those feelings.”

I couldn’t contain my anger, “You’re such a fucking slut.”

At this, Aditi became furious!

She was done with my interrogation. “I’m not saying another word.” She said, “You have no right to say that to me!”

“That’s it, I’ve heard enough!” I said and began standing up. Thinking I was going to tell Paapu everything, Aditi leapt forward. Crying hysterically, she pushed me back on the chair and knelt between my legs.

My heart broke seeing her cry that way.

”Aditi, he took advantage of you.” I said softly, “I want to kill him.”

“No, bhaiya, please! I LET him fuck me. I keep letting him. Please forgive us!” She cried and began kissing my hand over and over again. “Please, Bhaiya! Don’t tell Paapu, I’ll do anything for you, anything. I love you so much. I’ll love you like I love him.”

She then took my hand and placed it on her chest, making my palm cup a perfect, firm breast.

“What are you doing?” I asked, panicking.

In a flash, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down, revealing my semi-erect dick. She lowered her face and began kissing it with an intensity that stunned me.

I put my head back, dizzy by her warm breath on my cold skin. Her heavenly face pressed down on my crotch. Expertly, her soft fingers began caressing my scrotum as she took me in her mouth. I was suddenly in bliss!

I realised then that I was exactly like Varun Bhaiya. I could very well have seized the opportunity myself in the tub that night. I didn’t let this horrifying thought disgust me. I let it wash over me till I was completely at peace with this darkness inside.

Hungrily, I grabbed her face and kissed her salivating mouth as my hand slid under her T-shirt to molest her young bra-less tits. Somewhere in hell, the devil smiled as I now knelt on the floor and forcefully swung her around.

Hell-bent on replicating the abomination I had witnessed earlier, I pulled her pyjamas down and was met with her flawless round ass.

Time stopped.

By the time Varun Bhaiya walked into the room, Aditi and I lay on the bed stark naked. I pressed the full weight of my body onto hers. I fucked her vigorously, having already ejaculated minutes earlier. I loved her so much that I wanted to live inside her womb.

Aditi sensed Varun Bhaiya’s presence in the room. I saw her throw a cheeky smile at him and then bite her lip as he removed his shorts. I stopped thrusting and stared blankly at Varun Bhaiya. He grinned at me, knowing I had been completely neutralised by partaking in their abomination.

We might as well have been devil-worshippers, the three of us. There was now no question of him being outed as a ‘bhenchod.’ His secret was safe with me, another ‘bhenchod.’

Looking relaxed, he climbed onto the bed and placed his cock in Aditi’s mouth. I resumed fucking her harder this time.

What happened next is a blur. I began seeing the room in red. I felt possessed, demon-like, as if God’s laws no longer applied. I can now recall fragments of what happened next and only through a distorted lens dipped in the colour of blood:

Varun Bhaiya and Aditi fucking on the floor like dogs in heat. Her mouth on my cock, Bhaiya’s hands on my skin, Bhaiya and I sucking on Aditi’s tits like two hungry children. My hand was on something soft-hard, the taste of cum in my mouth.

Aditi’s gaping hole, the strange sensation of soft-hardness in my mouth. Bhaiya’s screams, cum, Aditi’s tightness, more cum, bliss, then nothing. A lovely, lonely, empty void.

END OF PART 1.

Hey all, Kumar here, a new author. The following story is a real-life story with a mixture of fantasy. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

This story revolves around how me and my sister started a physical relationship, later how mom caught us, and then finally how I ended up marrying both my mom and sister.

Let’s start with my sister’s description. She is dusky with a good curvy body. She has got a sexy desirable body, a thin waist, and big boobs with perky brown nipples.

About me, I am brown with a well-built body. I am 6’3″ tall with a 6.5 inches cock. Let’s go on to the story –

It was one fine day when I normally chose to enter my sister’s room and suddenly heard something that sounded suspicious like porn noise coming from my sister’s laptop. As soon as she saw me she closed the laptop.

Kumar: Hey, Sara! (my sister’s name)

Sara: Oh, hey there bro. Umm… what’s up? (she seemed a little out of breath)

Kumar: Was that porn that I heard?

Sara: No, I was just watching a nature documentary.

Kumar: Really?

My sister’s eyes got a little wide, being caught in an obvious lie, and her face turned a little red.

Sara: I was watching porn, ok.

Kumar: I know it. You are in so much trouble now.

I have always had a crush on my sister. I knew this was the golden opportunity and I couldn’t miss it. So, with all my guts I asked her –

Kumar: What kind of porn are you watching?

Sara: Fuck! It’s kinda messed up, but I was watching incest porn.

She looked down, not making eye contact with me, embarrassed that I had caught her.

Kumar (acting angry): You are such a dirty slut. How can you watch these videos?

To my surprise, she smiled a little and said: Yeah, I know (and she started to look up).

I knew that the ice was broken and I could take advantage of the situation. So, I dealt directly with her.

Kumar: You have no shame, right? I am sure even after getting caught you must be horny now?

Sara: Fuck bro, I am wet as fuck right now!

I looked at her shorts and saw a wet spot already forming. She rocked her hips a little and bit her lower lip looking at me. By this time, I got all the hints she threw at me.

Kumar: You’re so hot, Sara.

She suddenly got up and said –

Sara: I need to take a shower.

And she winked at me before heading to the bathroom. I followed her to the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door all the way, enough for me to spy on her. Then I saw her take her clothes off. I looked at her shaved pussy and perky teen boobs. She looked so hot. This was the first time I saw her completely naked.

Then she started the shower and got under the hot water. I continued to watch her as she started to wash herself, soaping up her body. Steam started to fog up and obstruct my vision, so I got closer to her. As I got closer, I saw her wet, soapy and naked. Then she said –

Sara: Come on in, the water is warm.

I stripped off my clothes, tossed them aside, and stepped in the shower with her. The water was hot, and while going close to her, my arms slightly touched her boobs. She just smiled and moved towards me, pressing her naked body against mine. I reached up and started rubbing her breasts with one arm and then reached down and started stroking my already hardened cock. She let out a soft moan as her nipples got hard.

The tip of my hard cock now went against her stomach. The cock top hit her stomach every time she stroked it. Then she started kissing me deeply and passionately while rubbing my cock against her pussy lips. She took my other arm and put it on her ass. She lifted one leg and balanced it against the wall.

Sara guided my cock into her pussy and moaned as she felt me sliding inside her. She grinded her hips against me. I slid in and out of her pussy with ease. All this was happening while she was against the wall and kissing.

All of this was too hot for me to handle. I felt like I was going to cum, so I started going faster. She felt my thrusts going faster and deeper inside her pussy and pulled me in closer as we both cummed together. I then pulled out my cock so I cummed on her legs. Still, kissing as we exhaled in each other’s mouths.

Sara: God damn bro, that was HOT! Let me wash up and we can continue on my bed.

She smiled, watching me leave the shower after cleaning up. When she got back to her room. I was already there waiting for her on the bed. She smiled again and got on my bed with me. Then she put her hand on my chest to push me back a little and said-

Sara: Fuck me in a different position.

I smiled at her and laid down while putting her on for 69. Sara got on top of me and straddled my face. Her dripping wet pussy lips were right over my mouth. She felt my tongue sliding around her pussy and moaned out. Then she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to suck it.

Her head bobbed up and down while taking my cock deep in her mouth. Sara couldn’t hold back for long. I felt her legs shiver. I knew she was going to have an orgasm. Suddenly, I felt juices coming out of her pussy spreading over my entire body. She moaned a lot in pure pleasure as I made her cum harder than I have before. After that, we changed our position.

I made her roll over and put her up in the air on all fours, as she felt my bare cock pushed back inside her pussy from behind in doggy style. She felt me thrusting again and again inside her and moaned out and screamed, as her tits shook back and forth. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to arch her back and feel me get deeper inside her pussy.

Sara: Ohhhhhh Fuck brother, you’re so big.

I grabbed hold of my sister’s hips and slammed into her harder and harder. She grinded her ass against me as I kept fucking her.

Sara: Oh, fuck! (moaning out putting her face in the pillow as she got closer to orgasm)

I kept fucking my sister’s pussy harder and faster, building up speed. Her tits bounced as I slammed into her. Sara kept on moaning and screaming. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t keep it up. I had to decide, either to pull out or cum inside her. However, my sister’s legs were wrapped around me tightly. I was close and couldn’t wait any longer.

At the last moment, I pulled back hard and just pulled the tip of my cock out of her pussy before I cummed. My load shot up her body. We both looked at each other and how she almost made me cum in her. God, she was amazing, but this was so risky.

We both lay there panting on the bed next to each other. My balls were drained. I cummed as much as I could. Then I looked over at my sister Sara, and she looked back at me. I wanted to do this again with her someday, or later today, or every day. There were so many things she and I could do. We were just starting on this incest road and I fucking love it.

I hope you liked the story; see you in part 2.

Kalyani smiled at me and said, “I’d don’t mind to have your baby.”

I suddenly got horny again and I said, “Let’s fuck again.”

My wife smiled at me and said, “Let me be in the middle this time.”

I said okay and the three of us got into a position. My wife sat on top of Kalyani and spread her legs wide, then I got behind her and slid my dick into her pussy. She moaned as my cock slipped inside her and then I started fucking her.

I went hard and deep, Kalyani moaned with every thrust. Then I felt my wife tighten her pussy on my cock and she said, “Ah, I’m coming.”

Kalyani said, “Cum in her, cum in her.”

I kept fucking my wife and then I came in her pussy, I filled it with my hot cum. Then my wife got off Kalyani and sucked my dick clean.

That night we all fell asleep in each other’s arms.

About a month later, Kalyani came into my room one night and said, “Aditya I have something important to tell you.”

I said, “Yeah what is it?”

She said, “Your wife and I have been fucking each other in secret while you’re away at work. She told me that she’s in love with me now and I’m in love with her too.”

I suddenly got very angry and I shouted, “How could you two do this to me?”

Kalyani was taken aback by my reaction and she said, “Aditya what’s wrong? Don’t you want me and your wife to be happy together?”

I said, “I don’t give a fuck if you two are happy, all I know is that my wife and you are in love and you’ve been fucking each other behind my back.”

Kalyani started crying and she said, “Please don’t be upset, let me make it up to you.”

I said, “There’s no way you can make this up to me, you two have ruined everything.”

I got out of bed and walked into the living room, I saw Reeva sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked at me and I saw the guilt in her eyes. I shouted, “You fucking bitch.”

She looked at me with shock on her face and said, “What happened?”

I said, “Kalyani just told me about your secret love affair, you fucking slut.”

She got up from the couch and walked towards me, she said, “What are you doing Aditya?”

I grabbed her by the neck and said, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

She tried to fight back but I was too strong, I tied her hands behind her back. Then I tied her ankles together and carried her into the bedroom.

I threw her on the bed and Kalyani said, “What do you want us to do, Aditya?”

I said, “Make her beg for forgiveness.”

Kalyani walked near my wife and started kissing her passionately. My wife moaned and seemed like she was enjoying it. I asked her, “Do you still want to fuck my cousin?”

Reeva nodded her head and Kalyani took off all her clothes. My wife was still tied up and helpless, then Kalyani got on top of her and started riding her pussy with her own. My wife was moaning very loudly as Kalyani fucked her.

Then Kalyani took a pillow and shoved it in my wife’s face, she started smothering her. My wife tried to fight back but she was too weak, then Kalyani pulled out the pillow and my wife took deep breaths. She looked at Kalyani and said, “Please let me go.”

Kalyani smiled at her and said, “Ask your husband.”

My wife looked at me and said, “Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just fell in love with your cousin.”

I said, “Sorry, but I can’t forgive you. You’ll have to take your punishment.”

Then Kalyani spread my wife’s legs and started eating her pussy. My wife moaned very loudly as my cousin fucked her with her tongue. Then Kalyani climbed on top of my wife and rode her pussy again, she made my wife cum very loudly.

I realized that my wife liked girls more than me now, she was very aroused from Kalyani eating her pussy. Then Kalyani told my wife to eat her pussy, my wife refused at first but Kalyani threatened to smother her again and she started eating Kalyani’s pussy.

I watched my wife licking Kalyani’s clit and I couldn’t help it, I got horny again. I took off my clothes and walked near them, I said, “It’s time for me to fuck you now.”

My wife said, “No please, you can’t.”

I ignored her and untied her ankles, then I pulled her on all fours and shoved my dick in her pussy. She screamed very loudly but Kalyani shoved the pillow in her face again. My wife seemed to like it rough so I fucked her as hard as I could.

Kalyani watched us fucking and she seemed very turned on, she said, “Fuck me too, please fuck me too.”

I pulled my dick out of my wife’s pussy and shoved it into Kalyani’s pussy, she moaned very loudly and seemed like she loved my cock. Then I pulled out and shoved it in Reeva again, they both started moaning and seemed very happy.

I kept fucking them both until we all came. Then I fell asleep next to them.

The next day, I woke up and saw that Reeva wasn’t in bed. I walked into the living room and saw her sitting on the couch, she was fully covered in a burka and she looked very sad.

I asked her, “Why are you wearing that?”

She said, “Because you two made me your slut last night, now I’m your sex slave.”

Kalyani suddenly appeared and said, “You’re not just my cousin’s sex slave, you’re mine too.”

Reeva said, “I know and I’ll do whatever you two want me to, just don’t leave me.”

Then Kalyani dragged her into the bedroom and I followed them. Kalyani took off Reeva’s burka and said, “Today we’re going to brand you as our slut.”

Reeva looked very scared and asked, “Brand me?”

Kalyani took out a marker and drew a circle around my wife’s asshole and pussy, then she drew the number 69 in the circle and said, “This is the brand of our slut.”

I smiled at my wife and said, “Now you belong to both of us.”

My wife nodded her head and asked, “What now?”

Kalyani said, “Get on all fours.”

My wife did as she was told and Kalyani started eating her pussy again. I got behind her and shoved my dick in her asshole. She screamed in pain but Kalyani kept eating her pussy. I kept fucking her asshole until I came, then I pulled out.

Kalyani had been watching me fuck my wife’s ass and she seemed very horny. She got up and said, “My turn.”

I watched as Kalyani shoved her finger in my wife’s asshole, then she shoved her dildo in too. My wife screamed in pain and begged them to stop but Kalyani didn’t. Then she started riding my wife’s ass as hard and fast as she could. My wife was screaming very loudly in pain and begging for mercy.

I watched my cousin fuck my wife’s asshole until my wife started crying, then Kalyani finally stopped and pulled out. My wife collapsed on the bed and said, “Thank you, thank you.”

I asked, “For what?”

She replied, “For letting me be your slut, I’m so grateful.”

I said, “Thanks my wifey, for bring our good little puppy.

Then we fucked her for months and still fucking her and msking out love with each other every chance we got.

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