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The morning sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and gold, casting long shadows across the bustling city of Chennai. A young man with a newspaper tucked under his arm stepped out of the apartment complex, his rubber chappals slapping rhythmically against the concrete as he descended the stairs. The scent of fresh jasmine from the nearby garland vendor mingled with the aroma of sizzling dosas wafting from the street corner. Inside the eighth-floor flat, Ramya stretched lazily, her eyes still heavy with sleep, as the sounds of the awakening city filtered through the windows.

Ramya, a 36-year-old woman with a physique honed by years of discipline and rigorous training as a police officer, rolled over to face her husband, Ramesh. He lay snoring lightly, his 42-year-old frame swaddled in the sheets. His job at the IT firm had made him comfortable, perhaps a bit too comfortable, as his once-athletic build had softened into a more rounded figure. Despite this, he held a good position at work, which afforded them a life of relative luxury in their modern flat.

Their 18-year-old daughter, Anu, was a beauty in her own right. She had just begun her first year of engineering, a path her parents had hoped she would choose. Anu, however, had other aspirations. She had inherited her mother’s good looks and her father’s sharp intellect, but she dreamed of a career that didn’t confine her to an office. Her youthful spirit and boundless energy made her the center of attention wherever she went. Her figure was a testament to her mother’s genes—slender, yet curved in all the right places.

Ramya’s day began with a brisk jog around the neighborhood park, her footsteps echoing in the early morning calm. She returned to find Ramesh brewing coffee in the kitchen, his pot belly peeking over his loose-fitting pajamas. He looked up and offered a sleepy smile, “Ready for another day of keeping the streets safe?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. Ramya nodded, gulping down the warm liquid gratefully. The aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of her sweat. It was a familiar routine, one they had followed for years – Ramesh preparing breakfast while Ramya got ready for her shift.

Anu emerged from her room, her hair a wild tangle from sleep. She yawned and stretched, showcasing her toned midriff as her T-shirt rode up. Her youthful beauty was undeniable, a blend of her mother’s sharp features and her father’s softer complexion. “Morning, ma,” she mumbled, her voice still groggy. Ramya couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at the carefree life her daughter led. Anu had the luxury of dreams and ambitions, unmarred by the realities of duty and responsibilities that had shaped Ramya’s own life.

Breakfast was a quick affair of idli and sambar, the traditional South Indian meal that Ramesh had mastered over the years. The family sat around the dining table, sharing stories of their respective futures. Anu spoke excitedly about an upcoming college event, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. Ramya listened attentively, sipping her coffee, while Ramesh nodded along, his mind already racing with thoughts of his workday. The mood was light, yet there was an underlying tension that none of them could quite place. Perhaps it was the unspoken awareness of the minimal intimacy they shared as a couple.

After breakfast, Ramya donned her crisp khaki uniform and strapped on her utility belt. Her hand rested on the butt of her service revolver, a comforting weight that she had grown accustomed to over the years. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that she looked every inch the formidable police officer she was. She kissed Anu goodbye, her hand lingering briefly on the girl’s cheek, feeling the warmth of her youth. Ramesh offered a peck on the cheek, his hand patting her reassuringly on the back. It was a brief, perfunctory gesture, a shadow of the passion they once shared.

Downstairs, the police jeep waited, its engine purring gently. Ahmed, the young driver, stood at attention, his cap tipped low over his eyes. Ramya recognized the eager-to-please stance of the newcomer, the same one she had once had. She returned his salute with a nod and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Drive to the Commissioner’s office, Ahmed,” she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind.

Ahmed, the young and eager driver, nodded sharply, his eyes flicking to her in the rearview mirror before he turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and they pulled out of the apartment complex and into the chaotic streets of Chennai. The morning rush had begun, and the air was thick with the smell of exhaust and the cacophony of honking horns.

As they drove, Ramya studied Ahmed’s profile, noticing the slight furrow in his brow as he navigated the traffic. “You’re new to the force, aren’t you?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Ahmed glanced at her in the mirror, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to the road. “Yes, ma’am. Just a few months,” he replied. His accent was faintly different from hers, hinting at a life beyond the urban sprawl of Chennai.

Ramya leaned back into the seat, the leather cool against her skin. “Where are you from, Ahmed?”

Ahmed’s hands tightened briefly on the steering wheel before relaxing. “A small village in Tamil Nadu, ma’am. Near Coimbatore,” he replied, his voice a mix of pride and nostalgia.

“And your family? Are they here with you in Chennai?” Ramya’s curiosity was genuine; she knew the struggles of leaving a simple life behind for the demands of the city.

Ahmed’s gaze drifted to the side, focusing on the blur of buildings passing by. “No, ma’am. Only my father is back in the village. My mother… she passed away when I was young.” The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his loss.

Ramya felt a pang of sympathy. She knew all too well the burdens of being the sole breadwinner, the responsibilities that came with it. She nodded, her voice softer when she spoke again. “You must miss them. It’s not easy, especially in a city like this.”

Ahmed offered a small, sad smile. “Ma’am, I do, but I have my dreams to keep me going. I want to make my father proud, and one day, I hope to bring him to the city. Give him the life he deserves.”

Ramya felt a swell of admiration for the young man. His dedication reminded her of her own early days in the force. “You will, Ahmed. Keep working hard, and you’ll make it.” She said, her voice filled with the conviction of experience.

They arrived at the Commissioner’s office, a towering edifice of steel and glass that gleamed in the early morning light. The jeep pulled up to the curb, and Ramya instructed Ahmed to wait. “I’ll be back soon,” she said, before hopping out. Her boots clicked against the pavement as she walked towards the entrance, her reflection bouncing off the windows she passed.

The moment she stepped through the doors, the bustling activity of the station came into focus. Uniformed officers darted back and forth, phones rang incessantly, and the air buzzed with the energy of a thousand untold stories. The scent of freshly brewed filter coffee wafted from the canteen, mingling with the faint odor of sweat and tension.

Ramya felt a rush of familiarity as she walked down the corridors, her heels echoing off the cold, tiles floor. She nodded curtly to her colleagues, her eyes flicking over their faces in a silent greeting. Some of the male officers offered her a respectful nod in return, while others couldn’t help but let their gazes linger on the curves of her body. It was a subtle dance of power and desire that played out every day in the precinct.

As she approached the commissioner’s office, Ramya straightened her posture, her hand brushing against the butt of her gun for reassurance.

The door was open, and she could see the silhouette of the man she had worked alongside for years, Commissioner Chandran. He sat behind his massive desk, his 50-year-old frame seemingly unfazed by the chaos that swirled around him. To his right, DSP Aravind lounged in a chair, his 38-year-old arrogance palpable. His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw Ramya, his competition for the upcoming promotion.

Ramya stepped into the room, her eyes immediately locking with Aravind’s. He was a man who reveled in his status and good looks, with a physique that was a testament to his regular visits to the gym. Yet, she knew that beneath the veneer of confidence, he was as cunning as a snake, always looking for an opportunity to undercut her.

“Good morning, Commissioner,” she said, her voice a clear, sharp contrast to the cacophony outside.

Chandran looked up from the paperwork scattered on his desk, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. He stood up, his movements deliberate and powerful, and walked around to offer her a chair. “Thank you, Ramya. We have an urgent situation that requires your expertise.”

Aravind’s grip was firm, but his smile was forced. The tension between them was palpable, a dance of professional rivalry and personal animosity. Ramya sat down, her eyes never leaving the commissioner’s. The chair was cold against her skin, but she felt a warmth spread through her body as she prepared for what was to come.

“Vedha?” she echoed, her voice a mix of surprise and skepticism. The notorious gang leader had eluded the grasp of the Chennai police for years, slipping through their fingers like sand. His crimes ranged from smuggling to human trafficking, leaving a trail of misery and destruction in his wake.

Aravind leaned back in his chair, a smug look playing across his features. “Yes, Ramya. Our intel suggests he’s back in Chennai, and he’s planning something big. Something that could shake the very foundations of this city.”

Ramya’s eyes narrowed. “But how? Vedha is a ghost. How do we even know it’s true?”

Aravind leaned forward, his smile slipping into a more serious expression. “Our source is reliable. He’s been feeding us information for months, and he’s never been wrong.”

Ramya felt a flicker of doubt, but she knew better than to question the commissioner’s judgment. She had been a part of many undercover operations before, but none had been as risky or high-profile as this one. The thought of facing Vedha, a man whose very name struck fear in the hearts of Chennai’s citizens, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

“I understand, sir,” she said, her voice steady despite the racing thoughts. “What’s the plan?”

Chandran steepled his fingers, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of a hunter spotting its prey. “We need someone who can blend in, someone Vedha would trust implicitly. You’ve proven your skills in undercover work before, Ramya. Your unblemished record and your… particular set of skills make you the perfect candidate.”

Ramya took a deep breath, the weight of his words sinking in. “But, sir,” she began, her voice measured, “how can a woman go undercover in a gang? It’s not exactly appropriate for them to accept women in their ranks, especially for something ‘big’.”

Aravind leaned in, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Vedha is different, Ramya,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. “Our intel tells us that he has… particular tastes. He likes women, and not just any woman. He’s known to pay top dollar for an exclusive session with a high-class prostitute once a week.”

Ramya felt her stomach turn, but she kept her face a mask of professionalism. “And what does this have to do with the case?” she asked, her voice tight.

Aravind leaned back, his smile widening. “You’ll be going undercover as a high-class call girl, Ramya. Infiltrate his inner circle, get close to him, and find out what he’s planning.”

The room grew quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Ramya felt a chill run down her spine. She had done many things for the force, but this was something she had never imagined. Playing a prostitute was not a role she was eager to embrace, but the thought of bringing down Vedha was too tempting to refuse. She had always been the one to take on the tough cases, the one who didn’t flinch when faced with danger. Yet, the idea of playing a woman so different from herself was unnerving.

Aravind’s smile grew more pronounced, as if he enjoyed watching her discomfort. “Don’t worry, Ramya. We’ll give you all the training and support you need. You’re a quick learner, and I’m sure you’ll be… convincing,” he said, his voice dripping with insinuation.

Ramya felt a surge of anger, but she kept it in check. She had faced more challenging situations than this, and she wasn’t about to let Aravind’s smugness get the better of her. “When do we begin?” she asked, her voice calm and collected.

The commissioner looked at her with approval. “Tomorrow, Ramya. We’ve set up a meeting at the Tambaram hideout. That’s where we’ll give you the full briefing and the details of your cover,” he said, his eyes serious. “And remember, this is a classified mission. Not even your husband, Ramesh, can know about it. It’s for the safety of your family and the operation.”

Ramya nodded, feeling the gravity of the situation settle heavily on her shoulders. “I understand, sir,” she replied, her voice even.

The commissioner’s hand came down on the desk with a firm thud. “Good. DSP Aravind will provide you with all the necessary details. We’re counting on you, Ramya.”

Aravind stood up, his smugness replaced by a professional veneer. “I’ll get the paperwork ready and set up your training schedule.” He said, his eyes flicking over her body one last time before leaving the room.

Ramya remained seated for a moment, her thoughts racing. When she finally stood, she felt the weight of the mission settle in her stomach like a stone. She knew what this meant for her: late nights, dangerous liaisons, and the constant fear of discovery. But the thought of bringing Vedha to justice, of making Chennai a safer place for her daughter to grow up in, was worth the risk.

As she stepped out of the commissioner’s office, Aravind lingered in the doorway, watching her with a mix of challenge and anticipation. She met his gaze evenly, refusing to show any sign of weakness. “I’ll be ready,” she said, her voice firm.

He nodded, his smile never reaching his eyes. “I know you will,” he replied before turning away, leaving Ramya alone in the hallway.

As the door clicked shut behind Aravind, Ramya let out a deep breath, her hand resting on the butt of her gun for reassurance. The corridor was empty, yet she felt the weight of a hundred eyes on her. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with the scent of fear and anticipation. She took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing with the implications of her new assignment.

Walking outside the building, she felt the warm embrace of the Chennai sun, a stark contrast to the chill that had gripped her inside. Ahmed waited by the jeep, his eyes searching hers for any hint of the conversation’s outcome. “Take me home, Ahmed,” she said, her voice firm. “I need to think.”

The drive was silent, the only sound the hum of the engine and the chaotic symphony of the city. Ramya stared out the window, watching as the urban jungle passed by in a blur of colors and noises. Her mind raced with thoughts of the impending mission, the danger she was about to walk into, and the secrets she would have to keep from her husband.

As they pulled into the apartment complex, Ramya turned to Ahmed. “Ahmed, come tomorrow at 10, but don’t wear your uniform. Dress casually,” she instructed, her tone firm yet gentle.

Ahmed nodded, his curiosity piqued. “As you say, ma’am,” he replied, his eyes reflecting the unasked questions.

Ramya stepped out of the jeep, her thoughts racing. As she made her way up to the eighth floor, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt at the secret she would have to keep from Ramesh. But she knew that for the safety of their family, it was necessary. The door to their flat swung open, and she stepped inside, the familiar scent of their home washing over her.

Exhausted from the day’s revelation, Ramya couldn’t muster the energy to do much else but collapse onto the couch. She had a lot of preparation ahead of her, but for now, she needed a moment to herself. The cool fabric felt good against her skin, and she allowed her eyes to close, her mind wandering to the task at hand.

As sleep claimed her, her dreams took on a life of their own. In the shadowy realm of her subconscious, Ramya found herself surrounded by the very thugs she was supposed to infiltrate. Their eyes were hungry, their bodies lean and powerful. They approached her with a mix of lust and menace, and she felt a strange thrill run through her. It was as if the lines between her personal life and her undercover role had blurred.

In her dream, she allowed herself to be taken, to be used by them, one after the other. Their rough hands touched her in ways that she had never allowed Ramesh to, their desire for her a potent drug that she couldn’t resist. She felt alive, powerful, and in control—a stark contrast to the mundane routine of her life with her husband. The sensations were overwhelming, a heady mix of fear and arousal that made her heart race and her body respond.

As the dream grew more intense, Ramya found herself craving the attention of the leader, Vedha. He was a figure shrouded in darkness, a man whose very presence sent a thrill of excitement and terror through her body. When he finally stepped into the light, she saw the cold, calculating gleam in his eyes and knew that he would be the ultimate challenge.

In the throes of her dream, she offered herself to him, playing the role of the eager, seductive seductress. His hands roamed her body with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch. His kiss was a mix of dominance and hunger, and she felt her resolve waver as he whispered in her ear, promising her a life of luxury and excitement beyond her wildest dreams.

The other thugs watched, their eyes dark with lust as she danced for Vedha, her body moving in sinuous waves that seemed to hypnotize the room. Each touch, each caress, brought her closer to the edge, and she reveled in the power she held over these men. They were animals, predators ready to pounce, and she was the prey that had willingly stepped into the lion’s den.

But as Vedha reached for her, the scene shifted, and suddenly she was back in her own flat, the sun streaming through the windows. Ramya bolted upright, panting heavily, the remnants of the dream clinging to her like a second skin. She looked down at her hands, realizing they were still buried in her underwear, her fingers coated in her own slick arousal. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. It was a stark reminder of the line she was about to cross, and the dark desires that lay dormant within her.

With trembling hands, she pulled her uniform off, the fabric sticking to her clammy skin. Standing up, she walked to the bedroom she shared with Ramesh, her legs wobbly from the intensity of the dream. The sight of her reflection in the mirror only served to fuel her arousal—her breasts heaving, her nipples erect, and her eyes glazed with desire. She knew she had to relieve the tension, to purge the images from her mind before they consumed her.

Her fingers found their way to her damp panties, tracing the outline of her sex with feather-light touches. The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves through her body as she grew wetter and more desperate for release. She slipped a finger inside herself, feeling the tightness of her pussy clench around it. The moan that escaped her lips was raw, primal, and utterly unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her hips rocked in rhythm with her hand, her body responding to the illicit thoughts that filled her mind. Each stroke brought her closer to the brink of ecstasy, and she could almost feel the eyes of Vedha’s men on her, watching, waiting for their turn to claim her. The fantasy was wrong, but it was intoxicating. Her pulse quickened as she imagined Vedha himself standing before her, demanding her submission.

With a gasp, Ramya climaxed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She lay there, panting heavily, her thoughts swirling with a mix of guilt and determination. She knew that what she had just done was a betrayal of her marriage, of her duty as a wife. But she also knew that this mission was her chance to prove herself, to escape the mundane life that had become her cage.

Sitting up, she pulled off her damp panties, tossing them aside with a mix of revulsion and fascination. She couldn’t deny the thrill that the thought of Vedha brought her, but she knew it was a dangerous path to tread. The line between duty and desire had never been so blurred, and she feared she might lose herself in the process. But the promise of the promotion, the respect she would gain, and the knowledge that she was fighting for a greater good was a siren’s call she couldn’t ignore.

With a deep sigh, Ramya stood and walked into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sticky remnants of her fantasy. She scrubbed herself clean, the scent of her body wash mingling with the lingering smell of arousal. As she toweled off, she made a mental note to double down on her training, to prepare herself for the emotional and physical toll that lay ahead.

Rosy is a 24-year-old, hot married lady. She has been married to Rohan for over 2 years. She always preferred wearing modern clothes. Her husband also likes her skin being exposed to the maximum. So, he always gifted her sexy dresses. Her fair skin and low neckline dresses always show a major part of her 34-sized boobs. But even after wearing modern clothes, she is a loyal lady towards her husband. She was never interested in any other male other than her husband.

Both Rohan and Rosy preferred to sleep nude at home. Initially, she felt a little uncomfortable after marriage, but soon she adapted it.

Recently, Rohan got promoted and he offered a small party for close friends at home. They had dinner together and then sat for drinking. Rosy had already made the arrangements. So, she went to the bedroom.

Although she sleeps nude, she preferred to wear a string top and leggings till guests had left. She took a nap after watching TV for half an hour.

Around 2 am, Rohan came inside the bedroom. The sound of his entering awoke Rosy. He was fully drunk.

Rohan – Hey Rosy, you are still awake?

Rosy – No, I just woke up. So, your friends have left?

Rohan – No, they will be leaving in 5 minutes. I will be back in 5 to 10 minutes.

Rosy – Ok.

Rohan – Why are you sleeping with clothes on?

Rosy – Your friends are there. How can I sleep nude with guests at home?

Rohan – Don’t worry for their presence. They won’t come inside the bedroom.

Rosy – Yes, I know. But it doesn’t feel nice.

Rohan – Ok. But now you can remove the dress. I will be back in 5 minutes.

Rohan pulled her top and leggings off and threw them in the used clothe bin. Rosy didn’t mind it. He licked her nipples which she loves the most.

After a minute, Rohan again joined his friends. Within 5 minutes, Rosy heard the sound of Rohan’s friends leaving and Rohan saying, ‘Bye’. Rosy expected Rohan to be back after a while. But he didn’t come back, even after 15 minutes. There was no sound. Rosy thought for a while and decided to wait for some more time.

Half an hour went by but Rohan didn’t come. This time, Rosy thought, “Maybe Rohan is too drunk and slept in drawing room.” So, she thought about bringing him to the bedroom.

She first peeped towards the drawing room. Her guess was right. Rohan was sleeping on the sofa. She looked around and found no one.

After ensuring that Rohan was alone, she went to bring Rohan to the bedroom (she was completely nude).

Rosy – Rohan, wake up. Let’s go to the bedroom.

Rohan – Umh. What?

Rosy – Let’s go to the bedroom and sleep.

Rohan – All my friends have left?

Rosy – Yah, it seems so.

Rohan – Hmm. Let’s go.

His eyes were closed. He tried to stand up but couldn’t balance. He was too drunk. Rosy held his left arm around her shoulder and tried to balance him. Somehow, Rohan started walking. His full weight was on Rosy. But Rosy knew that she needed to take him 20 steps.

He moved slowly and Rosy was trying her best to balance him. They moved halfway and reached the bathroom. Rosy felt a little relaxed. Only 10 more steps.

Then something happened which Rosy never thought in her dreams. Out of no where, the bathroom door opened and Nitin came out. Rosy couldn’t understand what happened.

Rosy thought, “Nitin was still in the house? In the bathroom? But how is it possible?”

Nitin was also fully drunk. He saw her nude while carrying Rohan.

Nitin – Need some help?

Rosy thought to leave Rohan and run to bedroom. But that was not so easy. She was loaded with Rohan. And even if she tried to leave, Rohan may fall and get injured.

Rosy unwillingly had to continue walking nude in front of Nitin.

Nitin – Let me hold him.

Rosy was holding Rohan from the left side. Nitin was on the right side of Rohan. He held his right arm around his shoulder, and he extended his left hand around Rohan’s back.

Although it was a nightmare for her, at least she felt a little relieved by the weight shared by Nitin.

Rosy told herself, “Relax. Only 10 steps.”

As they started moving, she felt a finger touching her right boob. She understood that it was Nitin’s hand which he had extended to hold Rohan from the back. She tried to ignore it, considering it to be accidental.

Nitin – Rosy, is that your boob?

Rosy – What?

She thought, “What a stupid question? How dare you? If you come to know, you should move your hand, rather than asking such a question. May be he is too drunk.”

But she didn’t shout or stop him to avoid creating a scene that may wake up Rohan. Nitin moved his fingers up and down to feel her boobs and nipple and said, “Yes, I was right. I could feel your nipple.”

With the words, he picked her nipple between his two fingers.

Rohan with his closed eyes, “I am so happy today.”

Rosy decided to keep quiet and moved. Soon, they reached the bed. Nitin left Rohan but Rosy tried her best to drop him gently. As soon as Rohan fell on the bed, Rosy pulled a pillow to hide her nudity.

Nitin – No need to be shy. There is nothing to hide which I have not seen.

Nitin removed Rohan’s dress one by one to make him nude. When he removed his underwear at last, his cock came in view. It was semi erect. He gently stroked it a few times to make it fully erect.

Nitin – Wow! You are a lucky girl to have Rohan. He has a perfect cock – straight, thick and 7″ long. My cock is half of its size.

Rosy was a little surprised to hear this. “Why is he saying all this? Is he saying all this intentionally or due to alcohol?”

Nitin became emotional, “Because of my small cock, all my friends laughed at me. They say girls will not feel whether my cock is in their pussy or not. I am 40. My parents want me to marry. But I am always avoiding it. Because I know no girl will stay with me after knowing my cock size.”

Rosy watched Rohan. He was snoring. She had no idea how to move Nitin from the room. The wardrobe was on the other side of the bed. Rosy was sitting on the opposite side of the bed and Nitin was sitting on the front of the bed. If she wanted to go for her clothes, she must cross in front of him and that too within one feet close distance.

Rosy tried to console him, “Look Nitin, cock size doesn’t matter that much. You should marry.”

Nitin – You haven’t seen my tiny cock. That’s why you are saying this. Look how small it is.

Rosy – No, Nitin. It’s not required.

But Nitin made her situation worse by lowering his pants and underwear and said, “Look at this.”

Rosy had no option but to see it. Indeed, it was a smaller one. It was semi erect. But she could understand how tiny it is.

Rosy wanted to laugh after watching his cock, but she controlled. Her fear of being nude in front of her husband’s friend has gradually converted into sympathy.

Rosy – Have you ever tried to be intimate with any girl?

Nitin – In college, all the girls knew my cock was smaller. So, no one became my girlfriend. Once I hired a girl by paying Rs.5000. When she saw my cock, she left laughing at me and returned my money. While leaving, she kicked my balls and said I shouldn’t again ask any girl for sex with such a tiny dick.

He started crying. Rosy couldn’t understand what to do. She watched Rohan again. He was in a deep sleep. She felt that the discussion was going to become more and more personal.

She tried to avoid the discussion, “Look Nitin, it’s too late. Either I book a cab for you, or you can sleep in the other bedroom. We can discuss these things later.”

But Nitin was in his flow, “You know? For the first time, I touched a nipple of a girl tonight. Also, for the first time, I saw a completely nude girl. It’s you. You are very hot and beautiful. More beautiful than the actress in the porn movies. Your boobs look so firm and perfect, and your nipples are awesome.”

Rosy felt naughty with his praise. For the first time, someone other than her husband was praising her nude body.

She saw an erection in his cock while talking about her nude body. It was around 3.5 to 4 inches long. An idea came to her mind, “Nitin is drunk and has a tiny cock. So, there is no reason to fear. Why not try to boost Nitin’s confidence?”

Rosy – Nitin, you should not worry. Even a drop of sperm inside a pussy is enough to make a girl pregnant. So, you should not think about your cock size.

Nitin smiled, “That’s ok. But can a girl stay with me without having sex?”

Rosy – I think your size is a little small.

Nitin – Little? See the difference.

He moved near Rohan and took his cock near Rohan’s cock. It was nearly almost half of his cock.

Nitin – Look, can you see the difference?

Rosy – But still, I think it’s enough to satisfy a girl.

Nitin – I don’t agree. Would you ever take my small cock? You won’t.

Rosy – But, I am married.

Nitin – I am not talking about making an extramarital relationship. I am just asking to put my cock inside your pussy for a few minutes and tell me if a girl would be satisfied with this sized cock. Will you be satisfied with this size?

Rosy couldn’t understand what to say.

Nitin – I knew it. You won’t even think to take it in your pussy. Because it’s too small.

Rosy looked at Rohan. He was still snoring. Then she looked at the drunk sentimental face of Nitin.

She thought for a moment and replied, “No, nothing like that.”

Nitin – Would you take my cock?

After a pause, Rosy replied, “Ok. But…”

Nitin – Really? You will?

A smile came on his face.

Rosy – But don’t take advantage.

Nitin – I won’t. But you have to give honest feedback.

Rosy took a deep breath, “Ok.”

Nitin went near Rosy and parted the pillow to bring her full nudity.

Rosy was still thinking, “Why am I doing this?!”

Nitin was looking at her nipples. He touched them carefully like flower buds.

Nitin – For the first time, I am watching someone’s nipples from so close.

Rosy was feeling shy the way he was looking at her nipples. Nitin pushed her onto the bed. She was just beside her sleeping husband. Nitin widened her legs to see her pussy. It was already wet.

Nitin touched his finger around her pussy and said, “Just checking where the hole is. You can understand, I never fucked a girl before.”

Rosy smiled at his innocence, “Give me your finger, I will guide you.”

She gently guided her finger inside her pussy hole. He stroked his finger a few times.

Nitin – Your pussy hole is so small.

Rosy laughed, “Yes. All girls have this size of a pussy hole.”

His cock was rock hard, fully erect. She watched it, as he positioned near her pussy. She was right. It was 4 inches long. Rosy helped him to position his cock and asked him to push. Nitin pushed slowly. Rosy could feel his cock going inside.

Rosy – Ummm. I didn’t expect your cock to reach this deep.

Nitin – Can you feel it?

Rosy – Yes. It’s feeling nice. I didn’t expect it to feel so good.

Nitin – Really?

Rosy – Yes. Now…

She stopped while saying something.

Nitin- Now what?

Rosy- Now… Fuck me (she felt shy to use the “F” word)…

Nitin started stroking slowly. He was hitting harder every time. Rosy tried to control and not to moan but after a few minutes, it was hard for her to control, and she started moaning.

Rosy was aroused. She started squeezing her boobs and asked, “Nitin, please suck my nipples.”

Nitin started sucking her nipples. He was squeezing her other boobs.

Rosy hugged him tightly and said, “Please suck it harder and squeeze the other boob. Pull the nipples, Nitin.”

Nitin followed her instructions and sucked her boob one by one while squeezing the other. He also pulled her nipples hard.

Rosy – Ahhhh…It hurts.

Nitin- Sorry, Rosy.

Rosy – Shut up and pull again harder!

Nitin pulled her nipples again and again.

Rosy was fully aroused, “Fuck me harder, Nitin. Fuck me as fast as you can.”

She didn’t show any hesitation this time, although her husband was sleeping beside. Nitin increased the speed. And every time he hit the wet pussy, “chukk chuuk” sound started coming. Rosy showed no shame and continued asking him to fuck harder and harder.

Rosy – Kiss me on my neck below my ears and don’t stop.

Nitin kissed her neck. After 15 minutes, Nitin started fucking her wildly like a machine. He fucked her for 15 minutes more. Rosy continued moaning louder and louder and suddenly she felt tensed and hugged him tightly.

Nitin – What happened? Anything wrong?

Rosy – Just continue fucking.

After a minute, she cummed and released the grip. Nitin felt the extra wetness in her pussy.

Rosy – You made me cum. And you were thinking that whether you can satisfy a girl or not!!

Nitin smiled. Rosy turned and asked him to fuck in doggy pose. Nitin fucked her in full throttle for 5 minutes more.

Nitin – I am also about to cum.

Rosy – Then cum inside my pussy.

Nitin – Are you sure?

Rosy – Yes, I want you to cum inside.

Nitin- But….

Rosy – Do as I say.

Nitin exploded inside her pussy. She could feel his sperm flowing and the pulsation of his cock.

Rosy – Keep your cock inside for a few minutes.

Nitin kept his cock inside for 2 minutes before removing it. A thick stream of cum started flowing out of her pussy.

Rosy told herself, “Sometimes sperm count matters than cock size.”

Rosy asked Nitin, “So, you enjoyed it?”

Nitin – Yes, a lot! It was the most memorable night of my life. I thought I would die a virgin.

Rosy – Whatever happened now, please don’t tell anyone.

Nitin promised. They both slept nude on either side of Rohan for half an hour before Rosy booked a cab for him.

Rosy remained nude the entire time. When the cab came, she escorted him nude to the door. When Nitin left, she came back and sucked Rohan’s cock. When it got erect, she pushed his cock in her pussy so that the pussy juice would stick to his cock, and he would think that he fucked her last night. Then she slept over him.

Toh akhir khar mere teeno beheno ki izat saream nillam ho hi gayi. Meri beheno ki foreign trip ki pehli samuhik chudai ka video main subah uthkar dekh raha tha. Beach par puri raat kya chudai hui thi Pratibha. Nidhi aur Pankhuri ki. Dekh kar toh mera lund fir se khada ho jata hai.

Behene toh bikul pornstar ki tarah apni chudai karwa rahi thi. Pratibha aur Nidhi toh sabko bula bulakar apni choot phadne ko keh rahi thi. Main unki chudai ki video TV par lagakar dekh hi raha tha ki Pratibha uth jaati hai.

Main – Pratibha ab dard kaisa hai. Tum thik toh ho.

Pratibha rote hue kehti hai.

Pratibha – Bahiya. yeh maine kya kiya. Main bol rahi thi main apni bra panty nahi utarungi. Ap logon ne hi mera hausla bhadhaya. Dekha na kya kiya maine. Kaise randiyon ki tarah unhe bula bulakar bhari dophari mein khuleam apni chudai karwa rahi hun. Meri ye choot ki aag ne kya karwa diya.

Pratibha – Dekho na bhaiya kaise ek saath 4 log meri chudai kar rahe hai. Apki ankhon ke samne apki Pratibha ko kaise saab chood rahe the. kaise mujhe saab milkar chaat khaya unhone. Apko bura nahi lagta kya apni beheno ki aise chudai dekhkar?

Main – Mujhe toh bahut accha lagta hai, Pratibha. Waise bhi main akela tum teeno ki choot ki pyass kahan bujha pata. Sabke saath mil bantkar apni teeno beheno ko khanne mein mujhe bahut maza atta hai. Mera bus challe toh roz tum sabki aisa chudai karwayoon.

Main – Par aaj pehli baar tumhari aise khuleam chudai hui hai na iss liye tumhe ajeeb lag raha hai. Nidhi aur Pankhuri se pucho. aisi chudai ke liye woh hamesha tadpti rehti hai. Tum toh undono se bhi ek kadam age jayogi. kaise kaal ek saath apni choot mein do lund le rahi thi.

Main TV par usse ye dikhata hun.

Pratibha – Baap re yeh bhi kiya tha maine. Nidhi aur Pankhuri di toh mujhe bahut chidyenge. Yeh choot ki aag kya na karwaye. Dekho na yeh dekh fir se kaise garam ho gayi hai.

Fir kye tha. Pratibha uthi aur mere goad mein akar mere lund ki swarai karne lagi. Usne aise bhi kuch kapde nahi pehna tha. Majje se chudte hue apni kaal raat ki chudai ki video woh dekh rahi thi.

Pratibha – Bhaiya ek din mein kitne logon se apni chudai karwayi hai maine. 20-25 logon ke bich kaise hum teeno nangi padi thi. Kaise saab gherkar hamari live chudai dekh rahe hai.

Main – Haan toh roz roz kahan aisi jawani milti hai. jo khuleam apni chudai karwane ko tadap rahi ho. Unka kya dosh.

Itne mein Nidhi aur Pankhuri uth jaate hai. Aur Pratibha ki tarif karte hai.

Nidhi – Congrats, Pratibha, tumhari pehli samuhik chudai akhir kaar ho hi gayi. Kaisa laga aisa khuleam chudai karwane mein.

Pankhuri – Maza toh isne hi kiya hai. do lund ka majja ek saath. Uff agli baar main bhi try karungi. Ab toh Pratibha bhi apni chudai karwane mein expert ho gayi hai.

Pankhuri – Kyun bhaiya ab kahan lekar jaoge apni bhukhi beheno ko.

Main – Kya tadap hai waah. fir challo ek dare ek surprise hai. Yeh dare bhi bass yahin kar sakte ho.

Nidhi – Toh fir kapde yahin chod de ya bahar utarni hai bhaiya.

Main – Jaisi tumhari marzi waise toh hamen train se janna hai wahan par. Train main nangi hokar safar karne ka maan hai toh challo. Waise hum jahan ja rahe hai wahan snowfall bhi dekhne ko milsakta hai.

Fir kya tha hum saab ready hokar station pahunch gaye. Ab thand kafi bhaad gayi thi. Teeno behen mujhse chipak ka beth gayi thi. Train wahan se rawana hoti hai. Tuesday honne ke karan train main bahut kaam log the.

Abhi kuch subha ke 8 baaj rahe the. Hamen kuch 3 ghante tak train mein hi rehna tha. Kuch daar tak saab bahar ke nazare kaa maza le rahe the. fir achanak Pratibha ko masti suji aur woh mere goad mein akar beth gayi.

Pratibha – Kyun bhaiya aaj kuch dare nahi diya apne.

Nidhi – Aisi baat hai Pratibha toh main hi ek dare deti hun karogi na pakka.

Pratibha – Mujhe toh daar lag raha hai. apki dare toh bhaiya se bhi jydaa khatarnak hogi. Par ab sunne bagair raha bhi nahi jayega.

Nidhi – Agle Station par train jaise hi rukegi toh tumhe train se niche utarna hai. aur apne saare kapde wahin platform par utar phekni hai. Aur bhaiya se wahin platform par apni nangi photoshoot karwani hai.

Main – Waah Nidhi. ye hui na dare. ab bolo Pratibha karogi na ye dare. Maza ayeaga tumhari platform par aisi nangi photoshoot karne mein. Yah ab bhi sharmaogi.

Pratibha – Ab kaisi sharam bhaiya. meri sari sharam toh kaal raat un 25 logon ne milkar mere badan se chaat khai hai. Ab mujhe koi daar nahi. Par main bhi tumhe ek dare dungi fir.

Nidhi – Manjoor hai. Main koi bhi dare kar sakti hun.

Pankhuri – Par Nidhi ab bhi bahut se log hai. aise sabke samne nangi hogi. aur kisine video viral kardi toh wapas ghar nahi ja payenge. Mujhe toh kaal ki video leak honne ka daar hai. Humari is dare ke chakkar mein hum kahin mun dikhane ke layak nahi rahenge.

Main – Bass ek Pankhuri hai jisse hamari izat ki parwa hai. tum dono toh puri besharam behaya ho gayi ho. Aur tum logon ki is choot ne mujhe bhi besharam bana diya hai.

Pratibha – Jaab mujhe daar anhi toh aap log kyun dar rahe ho.

Fir kya tha jaise hi train ruki hum saab platform par aa gaye. itefaq se woh ek popular station tha aur wahan puri train lagbhag khali ho jaati hai. Hamere coach mein toh koi bhi nahi tha.

Pratibha aur Nidhi hamari aur dekh kar muskurate hai. Aur humdono bhi unhe dekhkar smile karne lagte hai. Par Pratibha jaise hi apni top utarti hai. Train wahan se janne lagti hai. Aur Pratibha ko wapas apni top pehni padti hai.

Nidhi – Koi baat nahi Pratibha accha hi huya. ab agle platform par koi nahi hogaa wahan tumhare nange jism ko dekhne wala.

Ab toh hum agle station ka inezar karne lage. 15-minute baad ab train ek station par rukti hai. abhi toh adhar safar baaki tha. Train rukte hi Pratibha aur Nidhi bhaag kar platform par chali jaati hai.

Main jaise hi bahar aata hun toh kya dekhta hun. Pratibha ne apne saare kapde utar pheke hai aur platform par puri tarah nangi ho chukki hai. par yeh kya tha. Nidhi ne bhi apne kapde utar phekha tha.

Meri dono behene wahan platform par nangi khadi thi. Aur ek dusre ke boobs ko dabakar wahan lesbian sex ka majja le rahi thi. Kya nazara tha woh. pura platform khali thi.

Main ab undono ki photoshoot karne laga. dono ek se ek pose dete hai. Dono wahin platform par letkar photo uthwate hai. toh kabhi wahan chair par apne pair pehlakar beth jaati hai.

2 minute apni aisi nangi photoshoot karne ke baad ab dono wahan platform par daudne lagte hai. meri dono bheen nangi hokar platform par daud rahi thi. aur main unki video bana raha tha.

Tabhi wahan se ek aur train pass hota hai. aur dono jaise bus ko haath dikhate hai. waise hi dono unhe haath dikhakar rukne ka ishara karte hai. Dono ko bahut masti suz rahi thi. Train full speed mein wahan se par ho jaati hai.

Nidhi aur Pratibha dono train ko bye bye karte hai. Kuch log train ke andar se unhe bhi haath dikhakar bye karte hai. Aisi nangi ladkiyan kahan roz roz platform par milti hai.

Pankhuri ye saab train ke andar se hi dekh rahi thi. Ab usse bhi raha nahi jaata. par woh jaise hi train se bahar aati hai. wahan station master aa jaata hai. Aur train ko age badne ka isara karata hai.

Pankhuri ye dekh hamen jaldi se train mein aa jaane ka ishara karti hai. Station master ki bhi nazar Nidhi aur Pratibha ke nange jism par padti hai.

Station Master – You filthy bitches. go and fuck yourself. (Kaisi besharm kutiya ho tumdono. Jao jakar kahin aur chudvao dono).

Fir kya hum bhaag kar train mein chaad jaate hai. par woh dusra coach hota hai. hamara coach toh 2 coaches ke baad tha.

Dono darkar itni jaldi train mein chadhte hai. ki undono ko yaad hi nahi rehta ki undono ki dress toh platform par hi chut gayi hai. Train bhi ab teezi se age badne lagta hai.

Dono ab darne lagti hai. undono ke pass ab koi kapda nahi hota. dono puri nangi hokar train mein safar kara rahi thi.

Pratibha – Hey bhagwan. ab kya karenge bhaiya. Nidhi hamare kapde toh platform par hi chhut gaya. Hum dono toh maare gaye.

Nidhi – Ab toh saach mein daar lag raha hai. Challo pehle Pankhuri didi ke pass chalte hai.

Fir kya dono darti hui ab waise hi nangi hokar ek coach se dusre coach tak janne lagti hai. wahan ek bhudha bhuddi bethe the. Jo meri dono beheno ko dekh kar hasne lagti hai. Dono bhaag kar Pankhuri ke pass aa jaati hai.

Pankhuri dono ke dekh kar hasne lagti hai.

Pankhuri – Waah kya kismat hai dono ki. apni dress hi bhul gaye platform pe. ab kya karogi dono. ab toh aise hi nangi hokar age ka safar karna padega. Na janne ab toh tum dono ke nange jism ki acche se numaish hogi.

Pratibha – Pankhuri di hamein kuch kapde dedo na. ap itne kapdo mein achi nahi lag rahi hai.

Pankhuri – Waah maza aa raha. phele kapdo ke liye bheek mango dono milkar.

Nidhi – Haan didi hum bheek mangte hai. ek kapda toh dedeo kamse kaam.

Pratibha – Haan didi please dedo na. sirf ek kapda hi dedo. chaho toh bass apni panty hi dedo. kamse kaam mere badan par apki panty toh hogi.

Pankhuri – Kyun dono akele akele platform par apni nangi photoshoot karwali. mera bhi kitna maan tha. mujhe bulaya bhi nahi. ab raho aise nangi. Mujhe toh bahut maza aa raha hai.

Nidhi – Accha ji humdono nangi rahengi aur app pure kapdo mein aisa thode hotta hai. Aao Pratibha apni pyari didi ke badan se bhi unke kapde utarkar deten hai. Sirf hamare nange jism ki numaish kyun ho.

Pankhuri – Nahi nahi. Nidhi. Pratibha nahi bahut thand hai bahar. mere kapdo ko haath maat lagana.

Fir kya tha dono behene milkar ab uske badan se bhi uske Kapde utar phekne ko daud padte hai. Pankhuri train mein hi bhaag rahi thi. Nidhi aur Pratibha uske piche piche nangi daud rahi thi.

Pratibha ne jaise hi Pankhuri ki top ko piche se pakda aur kicha toh Pankhuri ki top piche se puri phaat kar uske haath mein aagayi. Pratibha ne uski phati top ko train se bahar phek diya.

Aur Pankhuri isse ladkhada kar gir gayi. Uski top bhi nikal gayi. Pankhuri ab apni bra aur legings mein thi.

Nidhi – Ab bhag kar kahan jaogi didi. Aao na Pratibha apni pyari didi ke badan se unki bachi hui izat bhi utar phekte hai.

Pratibha aisa hi karti hai. Woh age akar Pankhuri ke badan se uski bra utar phekti hai. Aur Nidhi idhar uski legings phad dalti hai. Pankhuri tadap rahi thi. Usko chalti train mein uski hi dono behene apne haathon se nanga kar rahi thi.

Main toh majje se unki video banane mein busy tha. Agle hi pal Pankhuri ke badan se uski panty bhi nidhi utar kar train se bahar phek deti hai. Meri teeno beheno ab us train mein nangi thi.

Aur unke pass apni izat chupane ke liye koi kapda nahi tha. Mujhe unki ye halat dekh bahut maza aa raha tha. Nidhi aur Pratibha ab Pankhuri ko aur tadpati hai. Pankhuri ab bhi wahan zameen par leti hui thi.

Nidhi ab Pankhuri ki jhangon ko sehlate hue uski choot ko kiss karti hai. aur uski choot ko chaatne lagti hai. Pratibha bhi yeh dekh ab Pankhuri ki dono boobs ko dabate hue usski nipple ko kaat kar usse jor jor se chusne lagti hai.

Achanak se dono Pankhuri ki ye halat dekh mera lund bhi khada ho jaata hai. Uff meri teeno behene chalti train mein kaise khuleaam lesbian sex ka maza le rahe the.

Unki nazar jaise hi mere lund par padti hai. toh dono ka chehra khil jata hai. fir kya tha. dono mere badan se bhi kapde utar phekte hai.

Pratibha – Dekho na bhaiya Pankhuri di kaise nangi padi hai. Jao na bhaiya didi ki choot apke lund ka intezar kar rahi hai.

Fir kya tha. apni beheno ko chalti train mein chodne ka khayal se hi main betab ho uthta hun. Main turant Pankhuri ke pass aa jaata hun. aur uske jism par toota padta hun. Yeh mauka sayad hi dubara mile. yeh soch kar meri tadap aur bhadh jaati hai.

Mera lund Pankhuri ki choot mein aise jaata hai. jaise ki barso se pyasa ho. Mere dono haath uski chuchiyon par thi. Aur main jor jor se jhatke deta huya uski chudai karne laga. Nidhi aur Pratibha bhi wahan aa jaati hai.

Nidhi – Bhaiya ab meri baari. meri bhi khwaish puri kardo na bhaiya. Aaaj is chalti train mein meri bhi chudai karo na. Na jaane ye mauka fir kaab mile.

Fir kya. main Nidhi aur Pratibha ki bhi wahan train mein chudai karta hun. Kya din tha. maine socha bhi nahi tha. ki aaj train mein hi apni beheno ki chudai karunga.

Hum saab apni chudai mein itne busy the ki humne undono budho ko dekha taak nahi. Dono pati patni humlogon ki madmast chudai ka nazara dekh rahe the. Dono ko dekh hum saab daar jaate hai.

Par woh log ulta hamara hosla bhadhaye hai. aur main ab undono ki ankhon ke samne hi apni beheno ki jamkar chudai karne lagta hun. Kuch daar aise hi unki chudai karne ke baad abb train dheere honne lagti hai. Train ab kisi station par rukne wala tha.

Pratibha – Bhaiya ab kya karenge. hum toh marre gaye.

Main saabko chup chaap seat par beth janne ko kehta hun. Aur saab aisa hi karti hai. Kuch log hamare coach mein bhi chadhte hai. Unki nazar jaise hi meri nangi beheno par padti hai woh hamare pass akar beth jaate hai.

Saab unki nangi chuchiyon ko ghor rahe the.

Foreigner 1 – Hey guys look at these lovely whores. (Bhaiyon in khubsurat randiyon ko dekho.)

Foreigner 2 – They are not paid well. See they can’t buy clothes. Lets help them (Inhe toh ache paise bhi nahi milte. Bichare kapde bhi nahi kharid sakte. Chalo inki thodi madat hi kar dete hai)

Usme se ek 10-dollar table par rakhta hai. Pratibha ko apni goad mein bethne ko kehta hai. Pratibha sharam se pani pani ho rahi thi. Aur main usse aur tadpane ke liye woh paise le leta hun.

Pratibha ab meri aur dekhti hai. Usse toh yakin nahi ho raha tha ki sirf 10 dollar mein uske jism ka sauda kar dunga.

Foreigner 1 – You sexy bitch. Your client is waiting (Saali kutiya, jaldi akar meri goad mein beth. Tera customer wait kar raha hai)

Par Pratibha waise hi baithe rehti hai. toh woh uska haath pakata hai. aur apni aur kich leta hai. Pratibha jakar uski goad mein girti hai. Fir khya tha. Pratibha ke nange jism ko woh charo taraf chu raha tha.

Uski chuchiyon ko jor jor se dabata huya. usse chussne laga. Pratibha ki aisi halat hogi yeh toh usne kabhi socha hi nahi hoga. Ke chalti train mein paise lekar nangi kisi par apni jawani lotta rahi hogi.

Woh paglon ki tarah kabhi uski chuchiyon ko toh kabhi uski choot ko maar markar usse sehla raha tha. Pratibha tadap rahi thi. Woh ab puri garam ho chukki thi. uski choot ko ab chudai chahiye thi.

Woh foreigner bhi ab khud ko rok nahi pata aur fir se 100-dollar dekar usse wahin chudvane ko kehta hai. Pratibha kuch kehti usse pehle hi train station par pahunch jaati hai. yeh train ka last stop tha aur hamein yahi utarna tha.

Main – Sorry bro. But we must go. (Maaf karna bhai, par hamein jaana hai).

Hum ab waise hi nange hokar station se bahar janne lagte hai. Bahar barf pad rahi thi. Aur thand se hamara bura haal tha. Hamein jald hi kapde chahiye the.

Main – Chalo aaj nangi shopping bhi kar hi lete hai. nahi toh itni thand mein mare jayenge. Maine toh socha tha ki tumlogon ko dare dunga kisi din aisa nangi shopping karne ka. Par aaj toh tumlogon ne khud ko hi dare de diya.

Kya din tha. mera toh sapna tha ki Pankhuri ko aise nangi shopping karne ka. aur aaj teeno behene ab nangi shopping kar rahi thi. Hum ek chhote se shopping mail mein jaane hai. Sab hamein hi ghoor rahe the.

Wahan itni thand mein kahan koi puri tarah nangi hokar aataha hai. Store wala bhi hamein aise dekh sharma jaata hai. Par beheno ko sharam nahi tha. Woh uske samne hi. kuch bra panties dekhne lagti hai.

Bichara nazre bacha bacha kar beheno ke nange jism ko dekh raha tha. Teen jawan nangi ladkiyan uske ankhon ke samne thi. Teeno ek dusre ke liye ek ek bra panty chunti hai. Wahin uss store ke malik ke samne hi ek dusre ko pehnati hai.

Usse toh apni ankhon par yakin nahi hota. Woh toh murti banna bas unhe dekh raha tha. Hum saab ab aur kapde kharidte hai. aur fir us dukandar ko thanks bolkar paise de wahan se bahar aa jaate hai.

Hamne dhayan nahi diya tha ki train wale log hamara picha kar rahe the. Ab main jaldi se taxi bulata hun. Aur hum saab wahan se hotel par chale jaate hai.

Wahan achi khassi barf padi thi. Aur teeno behene barf dekh bahut khuss thi. Par unhe aihsas nahi tha ki agla dare unke liye kya musibat lekar anne wala tha. Woh yeh bhi nahi janti thi ki main unhe yahan kyun lekar aya tha. Par agar aplogon ko jaanna hai toh next part ka intezar karen.

This is a continuation of my previous series, ‘Neighbour Priti and her Desires.’I will focus more on Alisha’s journey and her kinks.

The alcohol was starting to take effect on both Sarah and Alisha. Their heads were getting dizzy as they got hornier as the minute passed.

Adam and I recovered in 15 minutes and gulped another glass of whiskey. Alisha and Sarah were still making out with each other as they cleaned every spot of each other’s bodies.

Both our whores were clean as new and looked hungrier as they stared at our dicks coming back to life.  Adam lit a cigarette as he grabbed Alisha by her chin and pulled her closer. He then leaned forward and puffed out a smoke on her face, only to land a hard slap on her cheek.

Alisha, being the submissive slut, begged for more, and Adam delivered another few slaps on her face. He stuffed his right hand in her mouth and choked her with it as she gasped for air. Adam denied her and choked her neck with his left hand.

Alisha was now shaking as Adam held her in that position for more than a minute. Her face had turned red, and I could see Adam’s fingerprints on her cheeks. Alisha’s senses were taken over by the whiskey and she was smiling all through the pain.

“Your sister is a bigger slut than I thought,” Adam said as he caressed her breasts.

“I want to become bigger than I am today, Master,” Alisha said with a broad smile.

“Like mother, like daughter,” I said as I slapped her smiling face.

“Yes, Master. Then I saw my brother fucking our mother like a whore. It was the minute I decided to take his dick in my slutty pussy. I’m glad I found a husband like Ryan, who explored my submissive side and turned me into a whore. Now it’s time to up my game and become the sluttiest whore this town has ever seen. Will you help me with that, Master?”

Alisha said as she looked at Adam in his eyes. She knew the consequences of staring her Master in his eyes. Adam grabbed her and made her go on her fours. He took his belt and started lashing my sister’s ass like a monster.

Alisha screamed in pain, but she didn’t say STOP even once.

“More, Master, whip me more,” she yelled and smiled.

Seeing her like this made me go wild. I pulled Sarah between my knees and pushed her face on my dick. Sarah started sucking me as I enjoyed the show in front of me.

Adam whipped my sister’s ass brutally until it turned bright red. Alisha squirted without even touching her pussy. She managed to turn her pain into pleasure.

“What a slut she is!” Adam exclaimed as he pulled her up and stuffed his dick in her mouth.

He started fucking her mouth deep and rough. Alisha’s face was covered in her saliva and pre-cum from Adam’s dick. I, too, tightened my grip on Adam’s wife between my wife and choked her.

I pulled up Sarah and kissed her sloppy face, smooching and spitting all over it, making it messier. She was too loving it all. I slapped her a couple of times and continued kissing her face.

Sarah, too, liked it dirty and enjoyed all my sloppy kisses. Her face was covered in a thick layer of sticky pre-cum and spit, just like Alisha’s. I climbed her up on the couch and bent her down on her fours so that her ass was now in full view.

Her asshole looked inviting. I wanted to stretch her more. I pushed 2 fingers into her rectum, which was surprisingly well-lubed. She let out a moan as she felt my fingers touching the inside of her asshole.  I started fingering her shit-hole as I rubbed her clit with another hand.

“More, Master,” Sarah moaned softly with a muffled voice

I felt adventurous, and just like her pussy, I pushed my entire fist slowly inside her asshole. Surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort for my hand to go inside her asshole. I was now fisting my boss’s wife in her shit-hole as she moaned in pleasure.

I increased my pace on her clit. Within a few minutes, Sarah let out a long stream of squirt all over the couch. I rubbed her right through her orgasm as she came for the second time. Adam, on the other hand, had tied my sister to the bar counter.

He had already lit a candle, and I knew what was coming next. As the wax on the candle started to melt, Adam picked up the candle. He slowly began to pour the hot wax on my sister’s breasts.

Alisha moaned as she experienced this kind of pain for the first time in her life. It was burning her skin yet giving her the blues. She screamed as the hot wax coated her boobs. Adam continued this until her entire boobs were coated in hot red wax.

“Do you like that, whore?” SLAP

“Yes, Master, I want more,” Alisha begged.

“Wait for it,” SLAP,

Adam lit another candle and started melting more wax. I was now done fisting my boss’s wife and pulled out of her asshole. I lubed my dick to enter her asshole. In one go, I pushed my cock, deep into her rectum.

Sarah let out a loud moan as I fucked her asshole with all my power. I grabbed her hair in a pony and fucked her like riding a horse. Her entire body was shaking with my every thrust.

Her moans were getting louder and louder with every stroke. I could feel her asshole gripping around my dick tightly as my dick made its way deep into her shit hole.

I was spanking her butt-cheeks continuously and feeling her back with my hands. Adam looked at me as I destroyed his sister-wife’s arse. As soon as I felt her reaching another orgasm, I pulled out and turned her around. She looked disappointed, but I didn’t care.

I slapped her face and brought the bottle of whiskey. I wanted to get her high before I fucked her again. I filled her glass with whiskey and forced it down her throat as she struggled to gulp it down.

I then placed the bottle on top of her mouth and poured the whiskey right into her throat. She tried to gulp down as I emptied half the bottle in her mouth. She was making faces as the raw whiskey travelled down her throat.

I knew the alcohol would start taking effect as I grabbed her head and shook it to speed up the process. I then placed my dick on her clit and rubbed it with my dick-head.

Sarah was moaning in pleasure as she felt my wetness rub on top of hers. Before she could feel it more, I slid my dick in her fuck-hole and started fucking her.

“Fuck me, Master,” Sarah moaned as I destroyed her cunt.

Sarah was high on alcohol now and was enjoying every stroke. I picked her up in my arms with my dick still buried in her womb and carried her next to her husband.

“Why don’t you double-stuff your sister in her ass? Let’s fuck this whore together,” I said

Adam didn’t need a second invite. He immediately turned around and pushed his dick in his sister-wife’s asshole. Sarah screamed in ecstasy as she felt 2 dicks fucking her holes as she tightened her grip in my arms.

We fucked Sarah in a standing position for 15 minutes as Alisha watched us, still tied to the bar counter with her wax-covered breasts. Sarah was screaming and yelling on top of her voice as our dicks went deeper into her holes.

Sarah was nearing another orgasm as her eyeballs rolled in their socket.

“I’m going to cum, Master,” she managed to speak in a slurry drunk voice.

“Cum for you, Master, slut,” I said as I spanked her ass.

As soon as I spanked her, Sarah loosened her body and came rivers on my dick. Adam didn’t stop his thrusts and kept on fucking his wife right through her orgasm.

Sarah was shaking in pleasure as she came and hugged me tightly. Finally, Adam emptied his balls in her asshole, and it got too much for me too. I, too, cum loads of cum in her pussy as I held the table to gain balance.

As soon as we pulled out of her holes, I placed Sarah on my sister’s mouth. Like a good little slut, Alisha started licking her holes and sucking out her Master’ cum.

As she did that, Adam picked up the candle and dropped the wax on my sister’s belly. Alisha screamed but couldn’t move. Adam emptied the entire wax and covered my sister’s front from her neck to her belly with red hot wax.

She looked like one of those models on the kinky sites.

“I want to pee, Master,” Sarah said as she regained consciousness.

“You are sitting on the toilet, slut,” I said as I saw drops of piss coming out of her pussy.

Sarah let it go and emptied her bladder in my sister’s mouth as she took it all with pleasure.

It was a sight to capture. Adam and I looked at each other as we planned ways to destroy my sister’s body.

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I pressed the bell, but no one answered. I pressed the bell again, and Shree opened the door. She was wearing a tight top and a miniskirt. I could see her nipples, so she wasn’t wearing any bra today either.

Me: Whoa! You’re here. That means you also want it.

Shree looked embarrassed and exposed for a few seconds.

Shree: No. I did not have anywhere to go.

Me: You can go to your friend’s place. You can still go if you want. I won’t touch you.

She looked puzzled for a minute. She stood there thinking and then crossed me to go out when I held her hand and placed it on my dick.

Me: Choose what you want. This or escape?

She didn’t say anything. I turned around and pulled her in to kiss her. She leaned on me and parted her lips to give me full access to her mouth. I started sucking her lips and tongue. She reciprocated with hesitation. I grabbed her ass and felt no panty. She moaned in my mouth.

“You fucking want this. Don’t you?” I said as I kept kissing and sucking her warm, soft lips. “You love the feel of my manhood in your hands.”

I pressed her hands on my crotch and pressed her cheeks while still kissing her. I took off her top and threw it far away. Her amazing boobs were once again in front of my eyes. I grabbed them with rough hands and started squeezing them hard.

She screamed in pain, but I loved every bit of her reaction. I slowed down and took the left one in my mouth while caressing the right boob. She held me closer to her. Sucking boobs always give girls motherly instincts, and they enjoy it very much. She moaned lightly. The door was wide open all this time.

When I was done playing with her boobs after 15 minutes, I started kissing her everywhere on her face and neck. She had submitted herself to me now. That’s when I saw a delivery guy approaching the house. I had a quick idea in my mind. I told Shree to go and lock the door and quickly slipped out of sight.

She turned and went to the door and that’s when the delivery boy suddenly appeared at the door. Shree was topless, and her boobs were on display for a second. The delivery boy started staring at her boobs and got a boner. She quickly covered her boobs and screamed. I watched it from a corner.

Shree: Get out.

Delivery boy: I have a package to be delivered here.

Shree: I don’t want it. Just get out.

Delivery boy: You can’t refuse the package.

Shree: Can’t you see I’m not wearing clothes right now? Please come back later.

Delivery boy: That’s not my problem. I don’t have the entire day to only deliver your package. Just take it and make the payment.

Shree called out my name but I didn’t answer. She called out quite a few times, but I didn’t.

Shree: Okay, keep it here. I’ll bring the money.

Delivery boy: I’m instructed to give this in hand and not keep it at a place.

Shree: I’m covering myself with my hands. I can’t take it.

Delivery boy: Just take it, mam. I can’t keep it anywhere.

Shree tried searching for her top but couldn’t find it. She found some tissue papers and kept them on her boobs. She came back and took the delivery. The boy kept staring at her boobs while handling the product. The item required the use of both hands.

The tissue paper fell as soon as she held the product, displaying her huge boobs to the delivery guy. She tried covering herself using the product, but it was too heavy to be held in front of her chest. She naturally had to hold it in front of her belly.

The delivery boy was smiling now while tears came out of Shree’s eyes. She turned to go inside. Suddenly the wind blew her miniskirt up, now displaying her ass to the delivery person. He whistled at the sight. Shree cried and ran upstairs.

I quickly rushed to the washroom and came out when Shree had arrived. She cried and asked where I was. I told her I was using the washroom. She told me all that happened downstairs. I kissed her and calmed her down.

Me: It’s okay, Shree. I’m here.

Shree: He is such a creep. He couldn’t take his eyes off my boobs. No one has seen my boobs except you.

I felt sad for a second, but then the inner pervert in me took over.

Me: You know what? It’s not entirely his fault.

Shree: What? What do you mean?

Me: I mean, look at you. You’re so hot that I would kill to see your big boobs. I would have never left without touching them, at least.

Shree: So, is he going to touch them?

Me: Do you want him to?

Shree: Absolutely not.

I moved closer to her, held her boobs and whispered in her ear, “Let him.” I started kissing and licking her ear lobe. She gasped.

“But why?” She asked in a broken voice, too aroused to question anything.

“Because I’m telling you to.” I kept squeezing her boobs.

“But I don’t even know him.”

“That’s the point. No one would know.”

“But why do you want to give me to anyone else? You said you wouldn’t let anyone touch me.”

“I won’t let him do anything more than playing with you. Besides, you’ve got such amazing assets that it’s worth showing off.”

I pulled her top up and looked at her boobs. Beautiful.

We went downstairs. He was rubbing his dick over his pants. He stopped when he saw us. I told Shree to go topless still. I walked with her, holding her by the waist with her boobs on full display. I paid the delivery boy and started making out with Shree in front of him.

I started squeezing her boobs, and she moaned loudly in front of him. He didn’t leave even after the payment but kept standing there and watching us make out. He started rubbing his dick. I sucked and bit her nipple. Her reaction made him go out of control.

Delivery boy: Sorry to interrupt you, but can I please touch her boobs? It’s making me go mad.

I gave him a death stare.

He: I’m sorry. I should leave.

Me: Wait.

I held Shree and made her turn around to face him. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. My boner touched her ass. Her boobs were on display to him.

Me: You can come closer and have a look.

He jumped at the opportunity and shoved his face almost in her boobs but not touching her. I squeezed her left boobs for him.

He: Please let me touch them.

I nodded.

“Thank you so much, sir. She’s a bomb.” He kept his hands on her boobs and gently caressed them, lightly touching every part of it. I could feel Shree’s body getting tensed. It was the first time someone was touching her other than me.

He kept gently touching until he couldn’t and pressed both of her boobs very roughly. Shree screamed. This made him go even harder. Even I was turned on by watching this and started rubbing my dick on her ass. His one hand now explored the whole of her body above her skirt except for her face.

He kept squeezing the right boobs. I grabbed her left boobs from behind. We both squeezed her boobs and rubbed her nipples. Shree was breathing heavily and looked uncomfortable by his touch but turned on. I dipped my other hand inside her skirt and in her pussy.

She started moaning more, and her body shook violently. I started kissing her neck. He started kissing her navel and the lower edge of her breasts. I didn’t stop him. Shree was melting due to all these touches. I kept increasing my pace, and he started using his mouth on her boobs.

He started sucking her right nipple. I kept pressing her left boobs while kissing her neck and fingering her very rapidly while also rubbing my dick on her ass. Shree couldn’t take this all anymore and came hard.

He still didn’t stop sucking and touching her. His hands roughly squeezed her breasts, and his mouth refused to leave her skin. I could notice him starting to rub his boner on her thighs slowly so she doesn’t notice.

“Your time is up,” I told him.

“Please, sir. I’ll never get this opportunity to ever touch a modern beautiful young girl like her. Sir please at least let me bust for once at this opportunity.” He begged me.

I considered for a minute and decided to let him. “Okay, but your dick can’t touch her anywhere. Use your one hand and mouth to touch her and the other hand to jerk yourself off.”

He expressed his obligation through his smile. It didn’t even take a minute before his cock was out of his pants and in his hands.

“It’s disgusting to look at.” Shree cried when she saw his dick. He gave a crooked smile and bit her nipples to punish her. She cried as he bit and pinched her nipples and kissed and touched all over her belly, back and chest. All the while, he jerked himself.

Soon, his thick white cum blasted, and some of it fell on her boobs, belly and thighs. Shree wept due to this uncomfortable experience and is now being cum on. I told him to clean up, so he started licking off his cum from her body.

He started with the belly and moved up to the boobs. He knowingly licked her nipples more, even though no cum was there. Then he started licking her thighs. After cleaning up, he subtly moved towards her inner thighs. It both excited and made Shree even more uncomfortable.

I loved watching Shree get helpless against me and him. Now, some of you might think I’m a cuckold, but nope. The feeling that only I get to decide who touches her, whether she wants or not, is a different feeling. It’s the most absolute form of having power over someone – owning someone.

I let him enjoy it for 5 more minutes and then told him to leave and never come back here. I had already found out about his family and threatened to cause problems if I ever saw him again. He promised he wouldn’t come back and thanked me and Shree.

I looked at Shree, who was now processing all that had happened. I didn’t want to give her that time. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I kissed her while on the way to keep her aroused.

I put her in the bed and locked the door. I quickly removed all my clothes and got naked. My dick stood erect as a tower. I laid over her and started kissing her slowly while twisting her nipples lightly.

“Did you enjoy what happened?” I asked and kissed her again.

“Hmmm.” She nodded, still kissing.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

I slowly lifted her skirt while still kissing so she wouldn’t pay attention to it. I put my dick on her pussy and covered her mouth with my hands. Then I shoved my dick inside her.

It only got half inside. She screamed, but I couldn’t hear it much because of my hands. I forced myself fully inside her and let her scream and adjust to the pain before removing my hands.

“Take it out. Please. It’s hurting me.” She cried.

“Oh, but your pussy feels so soft and warm. God,” I groaned in her ears.

I gently kissed her without moving my dick. I slowly kissed her lower lip and held both hands so she didn’t move much.

“It’s okay, baby. I love you. The pain will only last a few minutes, and you’ll feel pleasure after that.”

“I’m a virgin, and you’re taking my virginity. You’re not even my boyfriend. You’re my sister’s boyfriend. We should not do this.”

“I might not be your boyfriend, but I love you, Shree. Do you know anyone who loves you more than me? Or someone who deserves to take your virginity more than I do?”

She fell silent, so I started kissing her face lovingly.

“But you’re cheating on her.”

“I know, but what if I say I love you more than I love her?”

She looked surprised hearing it. “Why don’t you break up with her then and be with me?”

“You know her. She would kill you if she got to know about us. But that doesn’t mean we can’t make love. I like it, and you like it. Then why the hell not?”

She looked a little convinced, so I continued.

“After this, I’ll take you shopping and let you buy anything you want. Then we’ll go for pizza, and I’ll feed you with my own hands. You love pizza, right?”

“Hmm,” she said and nodded. I slowly sucked her lips. I paused and looked into her eyes and again kissed her. I did it quite a few times, and she started kissing me back. I started to move my dick to and fro slowly.

“And then we will come home, and you’ll thank me by sucking my dick. Won’t you?”

“What if I don’t suck?”

“I’ll make you.”

“Okay.”

I started gently moving dick inside her with little more strength. She opened her mouth and let out a slight moan.

“Can I fuck you now?”

She didn’t say anything, but I knew she had accepted me. I increased my pace, and her boobs started jiggling. She moaned now. I always loved bouncing boobs during sex but couldn’t get it much with Riya. Shree gave me the perfect view, and it excited me more.

I kept fucking her, and she moaned loudly. “Ahhh. Fuck me…fuck me hard…Ahhh…fuck that Riya bitch for taking you away from me…fuck me harder, baby.”

I started pounding her hard, and she moaned and screamed. “Oh…you’re so hard and rough…I love it…fucking make me your slut.”

I pulled her hair and wrapped my hand around her throat. “Ah…I’m gonna cum…fuck.”

I slapped her boobs hard and groped and squeezed them roughly while still pounding her hard and deep.

And she cummed. She kissed me after cumming, but I still wasn’t done. I turned her around and thrust her into a doggy position. It was more enjoyable for my dick and her. I spanked her ass and fucked her.

“Your body and pussy are so good. I can fuck you my whole life.” I rubbed my hands all over her sexy body.

She cried and moaned and cursed Riya. I kept fucking her like a bitch and spanked her and pulled her hair. I cum inside her and filled her with all my love and lust. Her jaw dropped at the sensation of my warm cum filling her up. I made her turn around, and I hugged her.

I lay with her in the bed, and we cuddled for some time. I also kept playing with her boobs. I told her I’d go out with her tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Riya was about to come home, and I didn’t want her to find me here. I kissed her, and Shree held me to stop me from going.

I got a little emotional and picked her up and took her near the gate and made her stand there. Then I hugged her and kissed her forehead and promised to meet her soon.

To be continued.

Hi. It’s the author. If you liked the story, please send feedback and suggestions to [email protected] Those who wrote to me to continue, thanks a lot. I wrote this part just because of you guys. I hope you all will like this and keep writing.

Hello, I am Tanya, an Indian woman married to a non-Resident Indian (NRI) from the same community. After our marriage, we moved to Tanzania.

Today, I am going to share an incident that I consider one of the most significant events in my life. A few months ago, my husband and I organized a get-together for our family and friends at a campsite on the outskirts of the city, near a beach. There were around 30 people, and we had a great time playing games, swimming, and enjoying good food and music. As the day went on, some relatives decided to leave as it was getting dark, but our friends, including local Tanzanians and a few Indians, stayed behind.

As we were swimming, I felt a slap on my bum, but then I ignored it and continued to enjoy the water, moving to another spot. After some time, I felt another slap, and I got scared, so I decided to move out of the water and join those who were resting. Soon, it was time for the campfire, and we started gathering wood logs for it. While we were doing that, some local tribe guys came and settled near our tent. We lit our campfire, played some soft music, and enjoyed our beer while they played tribal instruments and danced, having their drinks.

Their music was good, and soon Saloni and her husband, one of the family couples, decided to join them for the dance and asked us to join as well, but we didn’t. When they joined in, we were constantly checking them out, and the tribals offered their drink, and to our surprise, the couple accepted their offer and tasted it. We all decided to join, and they offered their drink to us as well. It was bitter but strong enough to give us a kick with the first sip right away.

Soon, we started dancing to the tune, and then one of them started getting close to Saloni. He was rubbing his body while dancing, and Saloni was responding the same way. Soon, he started spanking her, and she let out an “ouch” and then blushed, which I wasn’t expecting to happen. In no time, two of the Tanzanian friends went there and started fondling her. Seeing all this, her husband was annoyed, and so he went and tried to stop them, but it was of no use. He was pushed aside, and the two friends and all eight tribals started stripping her in front of us while she kept dancing.

Soon, the drink started to kick in more, and I don’t know how and when I started liking all that was happening. I and all the other four ladies, Kavita, Fatima, Tasminah, and Yamini, kept watching what those tribals and local friends were doing to Saloni. Don’t know what pulled us there, but we all five went there and started feeling those ten men, and one of the Tanzanian friends spanked me the same way that I had felt in the water, and I understood it was him who spanked me while swimming.

He then started stripping me, and I loved it, especially that I was being stripped by them in a gathering and that too in front of my hubby. Damn, it was such an awesome feeling, and in no time, our hubbies and the remaining friends joined as well, and we all were naked by then. Initially, they fondled us all randomly, and I was then lifted by the Tanzanian friend and one of the tribals. They first licked my pussy, which felt fucking so good I was almost lost in it, while their drink, which was already kicking me, made it even more intense.

I was moaning nonstop, and it got louder and louder. In a while, one of them lay down on the sand, and the other sandwiched me between them, and OMG, they pushed their dicks in my pussy and ass at once. It pained, but the intoxication was overpowering the pain. They both were huge, but I was enjoying their penetration. Meanwhile, the other girls were taken by other guys the same way, but Tasminah, the bitch, asked them to tie our husbands.

Our husbands were then tied to trees, poles, or whatever was around, and they were just watching us being fucked in front of their eyes. The Tanzanian friend and one tribal were fucking me in sync, and in some time, I was able to take their entire dick in my holes. The Tanzanian friend was in my pussy, and he started kissing me, and I invited him for a wet kiss by opening my lips and touching my tongue to his lips. He smooched me so passionately that it made me lost in their love.

They both paced up, fucking me, and soon I was shaking on their movement. I had squirted twice, and I still wanted the fuck, and ufffff, I felt the hot semen of the Tanzanian friend pouring my uterus full, and I was loving it. The tribal was still not done, but one of the other tribals, who had still not fucked anyone and was waiting for his turn, came to me and asked me to suck his dick for a while. It smelled so fucking bad that I almost puked.

After some blowjob, he went under me, making changes to the position, and pushed his thick, long, dirty dick in my pussy in a single thrust, making it enter till my uterus. I literally enjoyed being pumped so hard, and he was such a pro at fucking pussies that I was totally loving how he was fucking me. Both the tribals kept fucking me while I was kissing the one in front.

Suddenly, I felt a dick on my face, and when I opened my eyes, it was Tasminah’s husband, Naeem, who was sent to me to fuck my mouth. All our husbands were made free on the condition that they will not fuck their wives but any of the rest of the ladies. I had always hated Naeem because he was ugly-looking, had lustful eyes on me since we moved here, and even wasn’t rich, but today, I was loving his perverseness, and I happily invited him to enter my mouth.

By then, the tribal in my ass was about to ejaculate, and he pushed Naeem aside and shot his load in my mouth. I could not take it entirely, and most of the sperm dripped out from my mouth. I let it drip across my face and asked my husband to lick it, and wow, he denied licking. The tribal who unloaded his sperm in my mouth slapped him and held him by his hair and brought him near my face to lick it. I was loving it.

Then, the tribal who was fucking my pussy moved to my ass, inviting Naeem to fuck my pussy. Naeem’s dick was rock-hard, unshaved, and stinky, untidy. My saliva made it lubricated, and Naeem entered my pussy while giving an evil laugh. I didn’t know why he gave that laugh, but I was loving his thirst for my pussy. He was wildly fucking me, calling me with names like “Randi,” “bitch,” and whatnot, while also cussing me.

He was pumping roughly and also sometimes squeezing my boobs, slapping my face, spanking my butt. I still gave a smile and rubbed my lips with my wet tongue, inviting him for a passionate kiss. He took a sip of the local drink and kissed and exchanged the drink. It tasted so delicious after it mixed with his saliva, of which I didn’t let a single drop waste. From nowhere, I started cussing him, “Bahenchod, madarchod,” which made him more wild and vulgar.

He was fucking my pussy the deepest he could, with scratch marks on my back, butt, and almost entire body where his hands could reach. In some time, he gave a kinky, evil grin and held me tight in his arms and asked the tribal to flip me around. He got wilder and wilder, and we both moaned loud enough to suppress every other sound around us. I had an orgasm and had closed my eyes, enjoying the orgasm I had, and fuck, he unloaded his semen deep in my uterus and didn’t pull out till he was done totally.

I was fucking loving being filled by that bastard’s seed in me, and I knew I am definitely gonna be impregnated by this, as he didn’t let a single drop come out from my pussy, for which he kept lifting my hips in the air, making it sure the sperm goes deep inside my uterus. He then whispered in my ears, “Bitch, welcome to the fucking family of yours. Just like your two cousins, Saloni and Yamini, you too would be a mother of my kid.”

I was shocked, listening to it. My eyes were wide open, and I saw Yamini and noticed they all were watching us like spectators and cheering Naeem to fuck me. I was so lost in the fucking session that I didn’t even notice or hear them till then. Yamini winked at me and confirmed what he said, and then I saw Tasminah, and she laughed at my situation. I then saw one of the Tanzanian friends who had fucked me first, and he too was laughing.

Then Naeem said, “Randi ki bachi, yeh sab planned tha, aur yeh tribals Tanzanian ke gaon ke rishtedaar hai, jo usne hi Tanzanian se keh kar bulvae the, mahol banane ke liye, jise ki tujhe pregnant kar sake, woh bhi tere chutiye pati ke samne” (“Daughter of a bitch, this everything was planned, and the tribals were relatives of the Tanzanian friend from his village, and were invited to fix the plot to impregnate you by me in front of your hubby”). I blushed and planted a deep kiss to Naeem and hugged him tight.

I said, “Naeem baby, I will make sure to deliver this baby in yours and hubby’s presence, so as to make sure he knows the baby is yours and not his.” Naeem looked happy, so did my cousins and Tasminah. Later, to that, they randomly fucked us the way they wanted to, but none unloaded their sperm inside anyone, and none of our hubbies were allowed to fuck their wives. At times, when it was out of our control, it was our hubbies who held us, making it comfortable for the others to fuck us like wild animals.

I have already delivered the baby last month, and he resembles Naeem, so it is for sure Naeem’s son. In love of Naeem, we named him Naimur, which means “Blessings of God.” We’re going to have a similar get-together soon for someone else I know about, which I will write someday later.

Thanks for reading my fucking love, my experience of this fuck orgy, which I loved the most in my life.

Hugs to all.

Pichle part mein aap logon ne padha ki divorce ke baad Ravi ka naukar jiske bachhe ki maa Chinki bani thi. Wo apne bete se milne aata hai, aur Chinki ek aur baar apni chut chudwati hai usse. Ab aage-

Prakash: Chinki ab main tumhari gaand maarna chaahta hu.

Maine gaand bhi bahut baar marwayi thi. Aur aaj fir se gaand marwane jaa rahi thi. Par aaj main apne nayi pati se karwane jaa rahi thi ye.

Prakash ne apna lund gaand ke chhed par set kiya. Fir chootadon ko pakad ke ek zor ka dhakka laga diya. Mere se bardasht nahi hua aur boli-

Main: Aah, chhodh do mujhe. Aapka lund sach mein bahut zyada bada hai. Meri gaand mein nahi jaa raha hai ye.

Par Prakash ne mere chootadon par thappad laga diya. Uske baad fir se gaand par lund laga kar dhakka laga diya, aur aadha lund andar daal kar hilane laga.

Prakash ne bereham ban kar meri gaand ki chudai shuru kar di. Wo beech-beech mein wo mere chootadon par thappad bhi maarta jaa raha tha. Gaand chodte hue thodi hi der mein mujhe bhi maza aane laga, aur main bhi bolne lagi ki-

Main: Aahh aur andar dalo, aaahhh aaahhhh aahhh uffffff Prakash kitni der se chod rahe ho. Jhad kyun nahi rahe ho aap?

Prakash: Main itni jaldi nahi jhadta, aur ek aurat ki achi se leta hu. Usko charamsukh prapt karwa kar hi main jhadunga.

Main: Aahhh aahhhh aur chodo, maza aa raha hai chudai ka aahhhh. Aur chodo apne is lund se meri chut ko aahhh uffff. Prakash bahut mast ho aap aahhhhh.

Prakash ab bhi nahi jhada tha. Usne fir se mujhe bed par lita diya, aur khud mere upar aa gaya. Fir meri 40 inches ki chuchi ke beech apne lund ko rakh kar meri chuchi ko chodne laga.

Maine ache se dekha ki Prakash ka lund bilkul kaala aur meri gori chuchi ke beech apne lund ki laal rang ki topi ke sath meri chuchi chod raha tha. Yahin wo lund tha jiske kaaran mera divorce hua aur main ab Prakash ke bachhe ki maa hu.

Par mujhe ab is baat se farak nahi padta tha, aur main lund se chudai ka maza lene lagi. Prakash fir aur thoda upar aaya, aur meri muh ke andar apna lund daal kar chodne laga. Mere liye saanse lena bhi mushkil hone laga, itna bada aur mota lund jo tha uska mere muh ke andar.

Prakash mera muh chodne laga aur mere muh se muh ki raal baahar aane lagi. Fir gale tak lund jaane se meri haalat kharaab ho rahi thi. Main ab usko hatane lagi, par wo mere muh ko chodte hi raha, aur lund ko mere muh mein hi jhaad kar apni malayi ko mujhe pilane laga.

Jab tak maine ek-ek boond ko apne andar nahi le liya, usne apna lund mere muh se nahi nikala. Fir Prakash mere bagal par aa kar let gaya, aur mujhe apne upar kheench kar bola ki-

Prakash: Tumko meri chudai hi santushti de sakti hai.

Maine bhi muskura kar usko thanks kaha, aur fir uske lund ko apne hatho se sehlane lagi. Prakash ka lund fir khada ho gaya, aur usne fir se mujhe choda, aur hum dono pair mein pair fasa kar ek-doosre ke sath so gaye.

Subha Prakash apne ghar wapas chala gaya, aur main fir akeli hi reh gayi, aur sochi ki kya Prakash mujhe chodne hi to nahi aaya tha, aur wo mujhe chod kar chala bhi gaya.

Main fir se apne kaam par lag gayi aur logon ke ghar jaa kar makeup karne lagi. Ek din mujhe ek call aaya aur jab maine call pick ki, to awaaz koi aadmi ki thi. Wo bola ki uski anniversary thi, aur wo chaahta tha ki main uski wife ki makeup karu, aur mehandi bhi lagau.

Usne mera charge poocha to maine bataya aur fir usne kaha ki: Main aapko double paise doonga, par aap ko ek kaam karna padega.

Poochne par unhone bataya ki unke hi ghar par jaa kar mehandi aur makeup karna tha, aur poori body par mehandi lagani hogi. Mujhe samajhte hue der nahi lagi ki wo apni biwi ke private parts mein mehandi lagane ki baat kar rahe the. Maine double paise ki baat sunte hi unko mera jawab haa main de diya.

Char din baad wo khud aaye, aur mujhe apni car mein bitha kar ghar le gaye, aur unka ghar dekhte hi reh gayi main. Ghar sandar tha, aur fir unki wife ke paas gayi main. Maine dekha ki wo bhi kaafi khoobsurat thi. Main andar room mein jaa kar mehandi nikaal kar taiyaar ho gayi. Fir unki wife khushi ne mere saamne hi bina kisi sharam ke apne kapde nikaale, aur wo sirf ek panty mein reh gayi thi.

Maine dekha ki uske boobs par 4-5 baal the, jo uske boobs ko dikhne mein aur bhi sexy bana rahe the. Usne apni panty bhi kholi, aur mere samne poori nangi ho kar bed par baith gayi.

Uski chut par baal the, jo ab mujhe saaf karne the mehendi lagane se pehle. Fir main hair removal cream se uski chut ko saaf ki, aur uske underarms ke hair ko bhi cream laga kar saaf ki.

Main fir apni mehendi ke cone se uske chut par mehandi lagane lagi, ki tabhi uske husband aa gaye. Mujhe itni zyada sharam aa rahi thi us wakt, kyunki uski wife mere saamne nangi thi, aur uske husband mere saamne khade the.

Uske husband Sailesh ne mujhe ek paper diya aur wahan se chala gaya. Maine wo paper khol kar dekha usme likha tha ki main mehandi se likhu ki main aaj se sirf aur sirf apne pati se hi chudungi, aur mera boyfriend chutiya hai.

Maine mehandi se aisa hi likha, aur samajh gayi ki khushi kisi aur se chudwati thi, aur isliye uske husband aisa likhne bol rahe the. Fir maine chut mein mehandi lagayi aur fir uske boobs aur poori body par mehandi lagayi.

Mehandi laga kar main Sailesh ji ke paas chali gayi, aur boli: Aaj ka mehandi ka kaam ho gaya, aur main kal makeup karne aa jaungi.

Sailesh mujhe apni car se mere ghar le jaane lage, aur raaste mein hamari baat hone lagi.

Sailesh: Aap aisa hi soch rahi hongi na ki maine aapse aisa kyun likhne kaha? To aap ko bata du ki mera business bahut bada hai, aur main baahar business meeting ke liye jata rehta hu. Meri wife mere peeche se apne boyfriend ko bula kar galat karti hai, to usko baar-baar ye baat yaad dilane ke liye hi maine aisa kiya hai.

Maine socha ki maine bhi to aisa hi kiya tha, aur jab Ravi Europe tour par gaya, to peeche se main uske naukar se chud gayi thi. Sailesh ne fir mere baare mein poocha aur unko pata chala ki main divorced thi.

To wo bole: Kon pagal hai jo aap jaisi khoobsurat mahila ko divorced diya hai?

Unhone aage kaha ki agar wo hote mere pati to bilkul kabhi bhi divorce nahi dete, balki aur zyada pyar karte, aur kam se kam 4-5 bachho ki maa to banate hi.

Unki baat par mujhe hassi aa gayi, aur kuch hi der mein mera ghar aa gaya. Maine Sailesh ji ko ghar ke andar bula liya, aur unke liye chai bana kar le aayi. Chai peete hue unki nazar mere boobs par jaa rahi thi, aur hum dono baat mein lage rahe.

Doosre din fir se wo mujhe lene aaye, aur main unki wife ka makeup karke wapas aayi to wo bole ki aaj wo business tour mein jaa rahe the. Main ek-dum se unse poochi-

Main: Fir aapki wife aur aapki anniversary ka kya?

Sailesh haste hue bola: Ab us aurat ko main pyar nahi karta, aur jab usko kisi aur ke sath acha lagta hai, to main kyun beech mein rahu? Wo meri taraf se free hai.

Maine sun kar kuch nahi boli aur fir wo wahan se mujhe apna ek personal visiting card de kar chale gaye. Main ghar aa kar bed par leti thi, aur apne bachhe ko dudh pila rahi thi, ki mujhe unki baat yaad aayi. Main sochi ki kya wo kuch job de sakte the kya mujhe.

Fir aise hi kuch aur din nikal gaye, aur main apne kaam mein busy hone lagi. Tabhi mere chacha ke ladke Karan ka phone aaya, aur usne mujhse poocha-

Karan: Chinki didi aap kahan ho, aur kaisi ho?

Meri baat hui usse aur wo poocha ki kya wo kuch din mere paas rehne aa sakta tha? Kyunki uska job interview tha.

Maine kaha: Haa, ye bhi koi poochne ki baat hai? Tum aaram se aao, aur kuch din yahan reh kar bhi jao Karan.

Wo bola: Main akele nahi aa raha hu, mere sath mere do aur dost hai jo aa rahe hai.

Main ek baar to soch mein pad gayi, aur fir maine haa kar di. Karan ke sath uske do aur dost Sanjay aur Pintu aa gaye the. Sanjay apne doston ke sath ek bedroom mein adjust ho gaya, kyunki ghar chhota tha aur sirf do hi bedroom the. Usme bhi ek hi bathroom tha, jo ab wo log bhi use karne waale the.

Karan apne doston ke sath pehle hi din job interview ke liye chala gaya, aur main bhi apne kaam par chali gayi. Wahan meri mulakat fir se Jasmina se hui, aur wo poochne lagi ki kaam kaisa chal raha tha.

Jasmina ne mujhe kuch din ke liye apne parlour mein kaam ke liye bola. Kyunki uski ladkiyan nahi aa rahi thi, aur wo mujhe acha paisa degi agar main kuch din uske paas kaam kar lu. Mere liye bhi ye theek tha. Doosre ke ghar jaane se to acha kahin ek ke parlour mein hi kaam kar lu.

Main us din Jasmina ke parlour mein kaam karne ke baad ghar aa gayi, aur wahan raat ko fir se Karan aur uske doston ke sath baat karne lagi. Sanjay mujhe jokes suna kar hassa raha tha, to Pintu bhutiya kahani suna kar darra raha tha.

Main ye logon ke sath ghul-mil gayi thi, aur ab acha bhi lag raha tha ki main akeli nahi thi. Mujhe bahut zor se neend aa rahi thi, to main jaa kar so gayi. Sanjay, Karan, aur Pintu ek hi room mein job interview ke liye taiyaari karte, aur fir doosre din interview dene chale jaate.

Aise hi ek baar main subha uthi, to maine dekha ki mere boobs blouse ke baahar the, aur meri saree bhi ghutno tak uthi hui thi. Mujhe thoda ajeeb laga, aur sochi ki shayad raat ko bachhe ko dudh pilati hui main aise hi so gayi houngi.

Aisa mere sath doosre din bhi hua. Fir teesre din bhi hua, aur fir main darwaze ko andar se lock karke sone lagi. Main jab aise soti, kapde waise hi sahi milte. Mujhe doubt ho gaya tha ki ab ye logon mein se hi koi tha, par tha kon ye soch rahi thi.

Main ab un logon ki baat sunne lagi, aur un logon ki baatein sirf ladkiyon ki hi hoti thi, ki aaj wo ladki mast lag rahi thi, wo maal achi lagti hai etc. Mujhe zyada kuch pata nahi chala.

Par ek din Karan baahar sabzi lene gaya hua tha. Sanjay aur Pintu ghar par hi the. Wo baat kar rahe the ki ye Karan ke hote hum kuch nahi kar sakte, isko raaste se hatana hoga.

Main ab aur dhyan se unki baat sun rahi thi. Pintu Sanjay se bol raha tha ki Karan ki didi kya mast maal hai yaar. Ek baar to isko chod kar hi rahunga. Sanjay ne kaha ki haa theek bol rahe ho tum. Kya mast chuchi hai, aur gaand to bas mann karta hai apna chehra ghusa du andar.

Pintu fir bola: Agar Karan ki didi ko nahi chode, to sharam hai hamare liye ki itni mast maal ke ghar par reh kar bhi nahi chod paaye.

Mujhe ye sab sun kar bahut gussa aaya, aur sochne lagi ki ye log mere se itne zyada chhote the, fir bhi mere liye aisa sochte the. Par ab bhi mujhe ye pata nahi chala ki mera blouse raat ko kon kholta tha. Kya wo Sanjay tha ya Pintu?

Mujhe Karan par bhi gussa aa raha tha ki ye log ko kyun le aaya tha yahan. Fir main apne room mein chali gayi, aur aaj fir se maine room ka darwaza khula hi chhodh diya. Par aaj maine ek aur kaam kiya. Wo tha mere mobile ko recording mein laga diya, aur usko chhupa kar rakh diya, ki koi ki nazar na pade.

Main doosre din subha uthi. Main dekhi ki aaj fir se mera blouse khula hua tha. Sabse badi baat ye thi ki meri panty jo maine raat ko pehni hui thi, wo ab nahi thi.

Maine apna room band kiya, aur mobile ki recording dekhne lagi. Mera bad luck tha ki thodi hi der ki recording ho payi usme, aur mobile ki memory full ho gayi thi. Mujhe ye pata tha ki ek divorce mahila ko har koi apni hawas ka shikaar banana chaahta hai.

Fir raat ko maine un logon ke sath dinner kiya aur wahan baat karne lage roz ki tarah. Fir mujhe bahut zor se neend aane lagi. Main seedhe jaa kar so gayi, aur aaj recording lagana hi bhool gayi thi main.

Main doosre din jab subha uthi to aaj bhi mera blouse khula hua tha, aur boobs baahar latak rahe the. Sath hi meri panty bed ke neeche thi. Aaj kuch aur bhi hua, aur wo tha ki mere muh mein ek papdi si thi, jo sookhi hui lund ki malayi ke jaisi thi.

Jab main uthi, to mujhe aisa laga ki raat ko kisi ne mere sath sambandh banaya tha. Matlab koi mujhe raat ko choda ho. Meri chut mein halka sa dard tha, jo chudai se hota hai. Mere gaal aur chehre par wo malayi ki papdi thi, aur fir panty neeche giri hui thi. To ye confirm tha ki mere sath kya hua tha.

Main fir parlour chali gayi, aur wahan Jasmina ne mujhe kaha: Aaj massage karne wali ladki nahi aayi hai. To kya massage karna chahogi?

Maine haa mein jawab diya, aur uske massage waale kamre mein chali gayi. Wahan ek 32 saal ka ladka mera intezaar kar raha tha. Mujhe ab tak ye nahi pata tha ki main koi ladke ko massage karne wali thi. Main to sochi thi ki koi ladki ya mahila hogi. Par yahan to ek ladka tha, aur usko dekhte hi main thandi hone lagi.

Ab pata nahi mujhe kya-kya karna hoga, aur kab tak. Divorce ke baad meri zindagi mein kuch bhi acha nahi ho raha tha. Main jo bhi kar rahi thi, ya ho raha tha, wo mere anusar nahi tha.

To be continued…
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Main mummy ki photo le raha tha. Aur beech beech mein aapne khade lund ko bhi sehla raha tha. Mummy mere pathar bane lund ko dekhe ja rahi thi. Mummy ki photo lene ke baad main bola.

Main – Aap dekh rahi ho mummy. Mera lund kaise kacche ke ander khada hua hai. Kal raat bhi ye aise hi khada hua tha. Isiliye main theek se so nahi pa raha tha. Tabhi maine aapna kaccha nikal diya.

Mummy – Ha beta dikhayi de raha hai ki kaise tera lund tujhe pareshan kar raha hai. Waise kya ab main blouse band kar lu?

Main – Ha mummy kar lo. Aur aap yaha aake betho. Main aapko aur bhi kuch samjhna chahta hu.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy aapna blouse band karne lagi. Aur blouse band karke main aur mummy bed par beth gaye. Fir maine mobile mein cam bhabhi aur auntyon ki video nikali. Mummy ko dikhane laga.

Mummy mere sath beth kar video dekhne lagi. Fir main bola.

Main – Mummy aapko aapna naya naam to yaad hai naa.

Mummy – Ha ha beta yaad hai. Sunita naa.

Main – Ha mummy waise to main aapko sab kuch bata chuka hu ki ye kaam kaise karte hai. Aapko kal sab samajh to aa gaya tha naa.

Mummy – Ha ha beta yaad hai.

Main – Waise mummy kal aap so gayi thi. Mujhe aapse aur bhi kuch puchna tha.

Mummy – Beta kal sab to puch liya tha. Ab aisa kya reh gaya tha? Jo tu puchna bhool gaya.

Main – Mummy aapko chudai mein sabse jyada kya pasand hai?

Jaise hi maine ye baat kahi. Tabhi mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Mummy ko dekhte hue maine unki jangh par hath rakh diya. Mummy ki jangh par hath rakhte hi mujhe unke badan ki garami milni lagi.

Aur unhe dekhkar main samajh gaya tha ki woh garam hone lagi hai. Mummy ki jangh sehlate hue main bola.

Main – Mummy ye sawal log video call par aapse puchenge. Tab aapko bolna padega. Isiliye main aapse puch raha hu.

Mummy – Beta sabhi kuch pasand hai.

Main – Aise nahi mummy. Harr insan ko chudai karte hue kuch cheej sabse jyada pasand hoti hai. Jaise kisi aurat ko aapne dudh chuswana pasand hota hai. To kisi ko aapni bur chatwana, to kisi ko lund chusna, aur kisi ko aapne badan chatwana. Aapko in sab mein kya pasand hai?

Meri baat sunke mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Shayad unhone aaj tak itna sab kuch suna nahi tha. Isiliye woh mujhe dekhe ja rahi thi. Main betha betha mummy ki jangh ko sehlaye ja rahi thi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Batao naa mummy. Aapko kya pasand hai? Papa aapko kaise khus karte the.

Mummy – Tere papa to mere badan ko chumte the. Mere badan ko sehlate the. Aur mujhe bhi unka aisa karna aacha lagta tha.

Main – Mummy papa aapke dudh bhi to chuste honge. Tab bhi to aapko maza aata hoga.

Mummy – Ha aata tha beta.

Main – Mummy kya aapne papa ka lund chusa hai?
Mummy – Chusa hai beta.

Main – Aapko kaisa laga tha mummy. Papa ka lund chus ke, Aapko aacha laga tha ya nahi.

Mummy – Shuru mein ajeeb laga tha. Magar karte karte theek lagne laga.

Mummy ka ye jawab sunke main bhi chock gaya tha. Kyuki mujhe laga nahi tha ki mummy bhi lund chusti hogi. Mummy ki baat sunte hi, maine aapna hath jangh se hata ke peticot ke upar se hi mummy ki bur par rakh diya.

Mummy ki bur ki garmi mujhe mexi ke upar se mil rahi thi. Mummy ki bur par hath rakhte hi main bola.

Main – Mummy fir to papa bhi aapki bur ko bahut chaat te honge. Isiliye ye hamesha itni geeli rehti hai.

Mummy – Nahi beta woh aisa kuch nahi karte the.

Main – Mummy kya papa ne kabhi aapki bur ko chaat ke aapka pani nahi nikala hai.

Mummy – Nahi unhone aisa kabhi nahi kiya. 1 aadh bar unhone koshish jarur ki thi. Magar unhe aacha nahi laga. To unhone fir kabhi aisa nahi kiya.

Main – Fir to aapko pata hi nahi hoga mummy ki ek aurat ko aapni bur chatwane mein kitna maza aata hai.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy neeche dekhne lagi. Kyuki unhe aaj tak bur chatai ka sukh mila hi nahi tha.

Main – Tabhi main kahu mummy. Aapne ye kyu nahi kaha ki aapko chudai mein bur chatwana pasand hai. Kyuki aapko ye sukh mila hi nahi hai. Papa to bade matlabi nikle. Khud ka sukh dikhayi deta hai. Magar aapni biwi ka nahi.

Waise mummy agar online koi aapse ye puche ki aapko chudai mein kya pasand hai? To aap use yahi kehna ki aapko lund chusna. Aur aapni bur chatwana pasand hai.

Mummy – Theek hai beta.

Main – Aapko to pata hi nahi mummy. Magar aaj kal log bur hi nahi balki aurto ke bagal aur unki gaand ke ched tak ko chaat lete hai.

Mummy (chaunkte hue) – Ye kya keh raha hai beta?

Main – Ha mummy main bilkul sach keh raha hu. Aaj kal jawan ladke aurto ki badi gaand ke deewane hote hai. Aur aurto ki badi gaand chaatna harr jawan ladke ko sabse jyada pasand hota hai.

Mummy – Beta mujhe to yakin nahi ho raha hai ki ye sab sach bhi ho sakta hai. Maine bur chaatne ke bare mein to suna tha. Magar gaand ke bare mein to main pehli bar sunn rahi hu.

Main – Sab sach hai mummy. Aaj kal ye sab harr jawan ladka karta hai. Waise bhi aapki badi gaand dekhkar harr koi yahi sochta hoga ki aapne aapni gaand mein bhi lund liya hai. Waise mummy kya papa aapki gaand bhi marte the?

Meri baat sunke mummy soch mein pad gayi. Aur woh neeche dekhne lagi.

Main – Mummy aapki gaand dekhkar mujhe kya harr koi yahi sochta hoga ki papa ne aapki bahut gaand mari hai. To ismein chupane layak kuch bhi nahi hai. Agar aap nahi bhi bataoge. Tab bhi logo ko pata chal hi jayega.

Mummy – Ha beta tere papa mere peeche bhi chudai karte the.

Mummy ka jawab sunke main hairan tha. Meri mummy wakai chupi rustum thi. Unhone chudai mein harr woh cheej ki thi. Jo ek aurat ko chudai mein chudakkar bana deti thi. Isiliye unki bur harr bar pani pani ho jati hai.

Main – Wahh mummy matlab papa aur aap khul ke chudai ka maza lete the.

Meri baat sunke mummy sharamane lagi. Fir main bola.

Main – Mummy ye to bahut aacha hai ki aap chudai ke harr khel janti ho. Agar online koi puche. To aap use bhi khul ke yahi sab batana. Waise mummy aapne itna sab kiya hai. To kya aapne kabhi papa ke lund ka pani bhi piya hai?

Mummy – Ek bar koshish ki thi. Magar mujhe ulti jaisa lagne laga tha. Isiliye maine fir waisa kabhi nahi karne diya.

Main – Magar mummy online wale harr insan se aap yahi kehna ki aap lund ka pani peeti ho.

Mummy – Beta kya ye sab bolna jaruri hai. Khaali aapna badan dikha ke kaam nahi chal sakta hai.

Main – Chal sakta hai mummy. Magar ye online wale ek aise aurat ko pasand karte hai. Jo puri tarah chudakkad ho. Uske liye chudai se badkar kuch naa ho. Wo chudai ka harr sukh leti ho.

Jab aap aise baate unse karoge. To woh aapko aur bhi jyada pasand karenge. Jab woh aapko mobile par aapna lund dikhayenge. To aap aapni jeebh nikal ke aise dikhana. Jaise aap unka lund chaat rahe ho.

Aapni baat bolke maine mummy ki photo Instagram aur twitter par upload kar di. Mummy ke sabse jyada chahne wale ko message kar diya. Message karte hi samne se reply aa gaya. Aur woh mummy ko dekhne ke liye tayar tha.

Samne wale ne turant paise bhi bhej diye. Paise aate hi maine 10 minute ka time manga. Mummy se bola.

Main – Mummy ab kaam shuru karna hai. Ye dekho samne wale ne 800 rupee bhi bhej diye hai.

Main mummy ko mobile mein aaye paise dikhane laga. Aur Aur paise dekhkar woh boli.

Mummy – Maltab beta kaam abhi karna hai.

Main – Ha mummy 10-minute mein aap tayar ho jao. Fir main call karunga. Aur aapko 10-minute samne wale se baat karni hai.

Mummy – Beta yahi kapde pehen ke ye sab karna hai.

Main – Ha mummy kapde yahi theek hai. Bas aap bra panty aur pehen lo.

Aapni baat bolte hi main bed se utha. Aur kaali bra panty mangalsutra aur lipstick utha bed par rakh djya. Aur mangalsutra aur lipstick dekhkar mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta ye mangalsutra aur lipstick bhi lagani hai.

Main – Ha mummy aap ek shaadi shuda aurat ho. Aap bhool gaye kya?

Meri baat sunte hi mummy ne mangalsutra pehen liya. Fir woh bed se utar gayi. Fir mummy ne aapna blouse utaar diya. Fir woh bra pehnne lagi. Aur main unki bra ka huk lagane laga. Bra pehnne ke baad mummy blouse pehanne lagi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Mummy blouse rehne do. Bra ke upar sidhe saree pehen lo. Isse samne wala aur jyada pagal ho jayega.

Meri baat sunke mummy ne jaldi se panty pehan li. Fir woh bra ke upar saree pehenne lagi. Aur saree pehante hi maine unki saree unki nabhi se side kar di. Mummy is roop mein puri kaamdevi lag rahi thi.

Unhe is roop mein dekhkar. Koi bhi mard unhe chode bina reh nahi payega. Saree pehenne ke baad mummy lipstick lagane lagi. Aur ab mummy puri tarah ek shaadi shuda aurat lag rahi thi. Mummy ko is roop mein dekh kar main bola.

Main – Mummy aap tayar ho naa.

Mummy – Beta bada ajeeb sa darr lag raha hai.

Main – Main samajh sakta hu mummy. Pehli bar sabko aisa hi lagta hai. Aap gehri saans lo.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy gehri gehri saanse lene lagi. Aur kuch der baad mummy ko theek lagne laga. Magar pura darr to kaam karne ke baad hi nikalta hai. Fir maine mummy ko mask pehna diya. Aur unke kaan mein ek earbud laga diya.

Aur ek earbud aapne kaan mein laga liya. Fir maine mobile mummy ke hath mein deke us bande ko call laga diya. Call lagane ke baad main mummy se thoda side hoke beth gaya. Jisse video call wala mujhe na dekh sake.

Fir call lagte hi us bande ne call utha liya. Aur call uthate hi uske samne mummy ke bade bade dudh the. Aur unka mask se chupa chera tha. Mummy ko dekhte hi woh bola.

Client – Wahh Sunita ji. Video call par to aap aur bhi jyada khoobsurat lagte ho.

Mummy – Sukriya ji. Waise naam kya hai aapka?

Client – Mera naam Sunil hai. Aur aap batao Sunita ji kaise ho aap.

Samne wale banda nanga mask lagaye betha tha. Uska sir ganja tha. Aur uski umar takriban 38-40 ki hogi.

Mummy – Main theek hu ji. Aap kaise ho.

Sunil – Main bhi theek hu. Bas jab se aapki photo dekhi. Tab se intezaar kar raha tha ki kab aap online video call wali service dena shrur karoge. Harr roj bas aapki photo dekhta rehta tha. Waise aap kaha se ho Sunita ji.

Mummy – Main up se hu ji.

Sunil – Are wahh main bhi UP se hu. Tabhi to kahu aapka badan aisa gadraya hua aur bhara hua kyu hai? UP wali aurto ke badan hamesha bhare hue kamuk hote hai. Sunita ji aapni saree ka pallu hatao naa.

Sunil ki baat sunte hi mummy ne chor nazar se mujhe dekha. Fir unhone aapni saree ka pallu hata diya. Aur pallu hat te hi mummy ke bade bade dudh kali bra mein samne aa gaye.

Aur unke dudh ke upar latakta mangalsutra unki sundarta mein 4 chaand laga raha tha. Mummy ke dudh dekhte hi Sunil aapna lund sehlane laga. Fir woh bola.

Sunil – Maza aa gaya Sunita ji. Aapke bade bade dudh dekhkar. Aur ye aapke dudh par latakta ye mangalsutra aapki sundarta ko aur bada raha hai. Aapke pati kitne kismat wale hai. Jo roj aapke dudh se khelte honge. Kaash main aapka pati hota. To roj inhe daba daba ke peeta.

Mummy – To pe lijiye naa. Isiliye to aapne mujhe video call kiya hai.

Aapni baat bolte hi mummy ek hath se aapne dudh ko dabane lagi. Mummy ko dudh dabata dekhkar Sunil ne aapna camera aapne lund ki taraf kar diya. Mummy ko lund dikhate hue use aage peeche karne laga.

Mummy bilkul waise hi kar rahi thi. Jaise maine unhe samjhaya tha. Mummy aapne dudh daba daba ke Sunil ko garam kar rahi thi. Aur Sunil aapna lund dikhate hue bola.

Sunil – Kaise laga mera lund Sunita ji?

Mummy – Kafi bada aur mota hai Sunil. Aur mujhe sirf Sunita kaho.

Sunil – Sunita mera lund aapne muh mein leke chuso naa.

Sunil ki baat sunte hi mummy ne aapna mask thoda upar kiya. Aur aapne laal lipstick lage honton ko bahar nikal ke woh mobile ke camere mein aapni jeebh chalane lagi. Mummy ko aisa dekhkar Sunil bola.

Sunil – Aise hi Sunita aise hi, chuso mere lund ko, aise hi ander lo Sunita aur ander lo.

Mummy pehli bar ke muqable kafi aachi tarah video call service de rahi thi. Unko dekhkar lag nahi raha tha ki ye mummy ka pehli bar hai. Kuch der baad Sunil bola.

Sunil – Sunita aapni saree aur bra nikal do. Magar halke halke nikalna.

Sunil ki baat sunte hi mummy ne mobile samne tika diya. Fir bed par khadi hoke saree nikalne lagi. Mummy ko saree nikalta dekhkar. Sunil aapna lund upar neeche kiye ja raha tha.

Mummy ne halke halke aapni saree aur bra nikal ke fek di. Mummy ke nange dudh dekhkar Sunil aapni jeebh mobile par dikhane laga. Aur bola.

Sunil – Sunita ab main tumhare dudh chus raha hu. Aapne dudh mere muh mein de do Sunita.

Sunil ki baat sunte hi mummy ne mobile uthaya. Aur camera aapne dudh ke pase laake boli.

Mummy – Pe lo mere dudh ko Sunil. Pe jao Sunil pe jao.

Mummy ko aise kisi aur se baat karta dekhkar. Mera lund aur jyada tight ho gaya tha. Mummy ko aise dekhkar main bhi aapne lund ko kacche ke upar se sehlane laga. Mummy mujhe aapna lund sehlata hue dekhne lagi.

Mummy ko dekhkar main ye to samajh gaya tha ki woh garam ho chuki hai. Mummy ke dudh dekhne ke baad Sunil bola.

Sunil – Sunita ab kutiya ban jao. Aur mujhe aapni gaand dikhako. Mere pass sirf 5 minute bache hai.

Sunil ki baat sunte hi mummy mobile samne tika ke kutiya ban gayi. Mummy ke kutiya bante hi main unke mobile se unki video banane laga. Kutiya bante hi mummy halke halke aapne peticot upar karne lagi.

Aur peticot ke upar hote hi mummy ki badi gaand v shape wali kali panty mein dikhne lagi. Aur kali panty mummy ki gaand par dekhne ke baad Sunil bola.

Sunil – Sunita ye kali panty tumhari badi gaand par bahut sexy lag rahi hai. Ab halke halke aapne panty utaar do. Mujhe tumhari chut chaatni hai.

Sunil ki baat sunte hi mummy gaand idhar udhar karte hue halke halke aapni panty nikalne lagi. Mummy bilkul waise hi kar rahi thi. Jaise kal raat maine unhe samjhaya tha. Panty nikalte hi mummy aapne dono hatho se aapni gaand faila ke dikhane lagi.

Aur aisa nazara dekhkar. Koi bhi mard pagal ho sakta hai. Mummy ki bur aur gaand dono Sunil ke samne thi. Mummy aapni gaand matka matka ke use aur jyada jala rahi thi. Aur main unki video banaye ja raha tha. Aapni gaand matakte hue mummy boli.

Mummy – Chaat lo Sunil meri chut ko, daal do aapni jeebh meri chut mein.

Mummy ki baat suhte hi Sunil aapni jeebh nikal nikal ke mummy ki bur chaatne laga. Mummy aapni bur ko aapne hath se sehlate hue usmein ungli karne lagi. Aur ungli karte hue mummy ‘Aah’ ki awaaj nikalne lagi.

Kisi bhi mard ko josh dilane ke liye ye kafi hai. Mummy ko bur mein ungli karta dekhkar aur unki kamuk awaaj sunkar Sunil aapna lund jaldi jaldi aage peeche karne laga. Aur lund aage peeche karta hua bola.

Sunil – Sunita tumhari chut kitni geeli ho rahi hai. Agar main waha hota. To tumhe ragad ragad ke randi ki tarah chodta.

Mummy – To chod do naa. Daal to aapna bada lund meri chut mein. Ummm.

Sunil – Sunita ab peticot nikal ke puri nangi ho jao. Main tumhari chut samne se chodna chahta hu.

Sunil ki baat sunte hi mummy ne aapna peticot nikal diya. Aur ab woh puri nangi hoke sidhi beth gayi. Aur sidhi bethte hi aapni taange faila li. Mummy ki khuli bur dekhkar. Sunil jaldi jaldi aapna lund upar neeche karne laga. Aur bola.

Sunil – Ohh Sunita tumhari chut kitni haseen hai. Agar main waha hota. To tumhari aise chudai karta. Jaise tumhare pati ne bhi aaj tak nahi ki hogi. Le lo mera pura lund aapni chut Sunita. Le lo.

Mummy – Daal do aapna pura lund Sunil daal do.

Mummy aapni bur mein ungli kar raha thi. Aur Sunil mummy ko dekh dekh kar aapna lund jaldi jaldi aage peeche kiye ka raha tha. Aur kuch der lund sehlane ke baad Sunil bola.

Sunil – Sunita mera pani nikalne wala hai. Main sara pani tumhari bur mein nikal raha hu. Nikal raha hu.

Aapni baat bolte hi Sunil ke lund se pani ki dhaar nikalne lagi. Aur woh aapna lund hila hila ke sara pani nikalne laga. Mummy bhi aahhh ahhhh karte hue ruk gayi. Aapna pani nikalne ke baad Sunil bola.

Sunil – Maza aa gaya Sunita. Tum photo mein Jitni sundar lagti ho. Magar samne se to puri qayamat lagti ho.

Mummy – Sukriya Sunil.

Sunil – Sunita tum ye jo kaam karti ho. Ye tumhare pati jante hai.

Mummy – Ha ha jante hai.

Sunil – Sunita kya aisa ho sakta hai? Ki main tumse samne se mil saku.

Mummy – Nahi nahi aisa nahi ho sakta hai. Main sirf yahi par ye kaam karti hu.

Sunil – Chalo koi baat nahi Sunita. Tumse baat karke aacha laga. Mera to kaam shuru hone wala tha. Magar tabhi tumhara message dekha. To maine socha pehle tumhe hi dekh leta hu. Waise raat mein bhi tum baat karogi.

Mummy – Ha ha jarur.

Sunil – Chalo fir raat mein free hoke baat karunga.

Aur ye baat sunte hi maine call kaat diya. Aur call ke kat te hi mummy mujhe dekhne lagi. Aur main unko dehkar smile karne laga. Aur woh bhi mujhe dekhkar hasne lagi. Fir main bola.

Main – Kaisa laga mummy. Kya abhi bhi darr lag raha hai?

Mummy (smile karte hue) – Nahi ab darr nahi lag raha hai.

Main – Dekha mummy 10-minute baat karne ke 800 rupee mil gaye. Itne paise meri 3 din ki dihadi hai.

Mummy – Ha beta ye to hai. Shayad tabhi aaj kal aurte ye kaam kar rahi hai.

Main – Ha mummy aap hi dekh lo. Aapne sirf video call par 10-minute aapna badan dikhaya. Aur samne wale ne 800-rupee bhi bhej diye.

Mummy – Beta mujhe to abhi bhi yakin nahi ho raha hai ki maine ye kaam kar liya. Aur itni jaldi 800-rupee bhi kama liye.

Main – Mummy sach kahu. Aap to us aadmi se aise baat kar rahi thi. Jaise aap pehle bhi ye kaam kar chuki ho. Aapko to darr bhi nahi lag raha tha.

Mummy – Shuru mein to darr lag raha tha beta. Magar halke halke theek lagne laga. Aur tune kal mujhe ye sab bata hi diya tha. Isiliye utna darr nahi laga.

Main – To mummy ek bar aur video call kar lo. Aapke khule blouse ki photo dekhkar. Log bahut message kar rahe hai. Agar aapko koi dikkat na ho to.

Mummy – Theek hai beta main tayar hu.

Mummy ki baat sunte hi maine ek client se aur paise le liya. Mummy kapde pehen ke fir se tayar ho gayi. Mummy fir se naye aadmi ke sath baat karne lagi. Aur main mummy ki fir se video banane laga.

Mummy ne 10-minute mein us clinet ko bhi nipta diya. Fir woh nangi mere samne beth gayi. Mummy ko dekhkar pata chal raha tha ki unka pani bhi nikal chuka hai. Main mummy ko dekhte hue aapne lund ko aage peeche kar raha tha. Tabhi mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta ab to kaam ho gaya naa. Ya abhi aur bhi koi reh gaya hai.

Main – Mummy reh to bahut log gaye hai. Aapko dekhne ke liye message par message aa rahe hai. Magar abhi ke liye 2 hi kaafi hai. Baaki ko raat mein dekhte hai.

Mummy – To beta ab main kapde pehen lu.

Main – Ha pehen lo, waise agar aap nangi bhi rehna chahti ho. To mujhe koi dikkat nahi hai.

Mummy (muskurate hue) – Hatt Badhmaaeh.

Fir mummy khadi hoke bra fir se pehnne lagi. Tabhi maine unhe peeche se jaake pakad liya. Mummy ko pakadte hi maine unke dono dudh ko pakad liya. Aur bola.

Main – Mummy bra panty ab rehne do. Garmi bahut ho rahi hai. Aap sirf blouse aur peticot pehen lo. Ismein aapko bhi aaram milega.

Mummy – Beta tu mujhe chhodega. Tabhi to main kapde pehen paungi.

Mummy ki baat sunte hi maine unhe chhod diya. Fir mummy palat ke samne aa gayi. Aur mujhe smile karte hue dekhne lagi. Fir mummy ne aapna blouse uthaya. Aur woh use pehnne lagi. Tabhi main bola.

Main – Waise mummy aaj aap is bra panty mein qahar dha rahi thi. Waise mummy Papa ne to kabhi aapko aise bra panty mein nahi dekha hoga.

Mummy – Nahi beta, Maine to aise bra panty khud pehli bar pehni hai.

Main – Tabhi to mummy aapko dekhkar video call walo ke lund aapko salami de rahe the. Aur to aur mera bhi yahi haal ho raha hai.

Meri baat sunte hi mummy mere lund ko dekhne lagi. Aur unke dekhte hi main aapne lund ko sehlane laga. Aur lund sehlate sehlate main bola.

Main – Waise mummy video call par, un dono aadmiyon ke sath chudai ka khel khelkar. Aap kitni bar farik ho gayi.

Mummy – 2 bar.

Main – Sahi hai mummy. Waise sach kahu. To bur ka pani nikalne ke baad aapka chera chamak jata hai.

Meri baat sunke mummy sharmane lagi. Fir woh blouse peticot pehan ke saman samet lagne lagi. Aur main betha betha mummy ki videos edit karne laga. Tabhi kuch der baad mummy boli.

Mummy – Beta main daal chadane ja rahi hu. Kha lega, ya kuch aur banao.

Main – Kha lunga mummy. Aap bana lo.

Aapni baat bol ke mummy nikal gayi. Mummy ki raat baigan wali video maine online porn site par daal di. Fir main unki purani video ke dekhne laga. Jise 300 logo ne dekha tha.

Mummy ke bare mein gande gande comment bhi kiye the. Video dekhne ke baad main game khelne laga. Mummy khana bana ke pados wali chachi se baat karne lagi. Fir 1 baje mummy aur main khana khane lage.

Khana khane ke baad main kacche mein bed par let gaya. Aur kuch der baad mummy bhi aa gayi. Aur aake mere bagal mein let gayi. Mummy abhi sirf blouse peticot mein thi. Aur unki nikla hua pet aur gehri nabhi se meri nazar nahi hatt rahi thi.

Mere bagal mein let te hi maine aapna hath mummy ke pet par rakh diya. Aur unki gehri nabhi mein ungli karne laga.

Hello my fellow horny readers, I am Krittika from Bengaluru. Thank you for showing lots of love and suggestions on my stories in the past. Also received a lot of queries whether I am not into writing anymore or not. It felt good. You can read my previous stories here.

I am here to share one of a kind 1st experience with one of the ISS readers Raksha (name changed). You can reach out to me or give me feedback via email. I have mentioned it at the end of the story.

After my last post, Raksha sent me an email appreciating my stories while checking if I was open to meet with her. Displayed her hunger for sex. She was very keen to try lesbian as she was bi-curious. She wanted to explore her lesbianism while having fun with a male.

Characters involved:
Krittika (K): A little bit about myself: I am 5’5” with a slim body and dusky skin with a size of 34 C-26-32.

Raksha (R): height of 5’8” with a slim and dusky skin tone/ Size 30B-26-32

I was having a cup of coffee on a fine afternoon and a notification popped up.

Raksha: Hi Krittika, I’m Raksha. I’ve been reading your stories, and I just wanted to say how much I love them. They’re so… raw and real.

Kritika: Hey Raksha, thanks! I’m glad you enjoy them.

Raksha: I’d love to chat more sometime.

Kritika: Sure, why not?

We exchanged contact information and started chatting regularly. Over the next few days, we spent countless hours talking online.

One night,
Raksha: I’ve been thinking about what you said about meeting up. I’d really like to do that.

Kritika: I’d love to meet up too. How about next weekend?

Raksha: Sounds great.

We decided to meet at a nearby coffee shop on the weekend at 4 pm. I reached the place bit early and was enjoying my cup of coffee. A few minutes later, I noticed a girl wearing a one-piece dress (knee length) was searching for someone. After seeing me, she approached my table.

Kritika: “Hi Raksha, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Raksha nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Hi, Kritika. It’s nice to meet you too.”

We sat down at the table, and she pointed towards my face. I couldn’t understand what she was pointing at. She stood up, and came near me, and wiped the cream from my mouth with her finger and slowly licked it. It was quite exciting.

I was already wet with her move. I didn’t expect this so soon from a girl who is bi-curious/ lesbian (I am not sure though). After 2-3 hours at the café, she suggested to book a hotel room and spend the night together. I was shocked for a second. I couldn’t help but felt a sense of anticipation.

She booked a hotel nearby. We checked into the room, and I fell on the bed like dead drop. She joined me in the bed looking at me.

Raksha: I never thought I’d do this.

Kritika: (Smiling) Neither did I. But here we are.

Our eyes met and in the next second we started kissing passionately, our bodies were moving in sync. Raksha closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the moment. She felt a warmth spreading through her as my hands started exploring her body.

A shiver runs down her spine as my lips trace the contours of her neck. She let a huge moan with the excitement.

Raksha: (Panting) Krittika…

Kritika: (Smiling) What is it?

Raksha: (Whispering) This is… amazing. I never experienced this before.

I smiled and leaned in, kissing Raksha deeply. We continued to explore each other, our passion growing with each touch. I started pressing her boobs while sitting on her face. She was licking my pussy (clean shaved as always) and biting the clits in between.

It sent me jolts through my body. Due to this, I was squeezing and pinching her nipples bit hard. We both were moaning louder. I am pretty sure; someone could easily hear our voice from outside.

After all the mouth plays, we started to finger fuck each other in 69 positions. I hardly could enter 2 fingers with great difficulty, so was moving slowly at the beginning. Then slowly increased pace and she released all her love juices on my face.

She didn’t stop fingering me even when she was done. So, I kept fingering her as well. This continued till I released my juice on her face and mouth. She never tasted cum before.

She was licking it slowly with the slow movement of her tongue. Seeing this, I asked her to clean my face by licking. I wanted her to taste her cum.

As they reached our climax, we hold each other tightly, our bodies trembling in unison. Our boobs were touching each other for a moment, panting and breathless.

Raksha turns to face me, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire.

Raksha: (Softly) I love you.

Kritika: (Smiling) I love you too.

Kritika: (Softly) I’m so glad we met.

Raksha: (Smiling) Me too.

After this, we didn’t realize when we both closed our eyes. In the morning, we woke up in each other’s arms and we made love to each other before cleaning up. We took shower together and finger fucked each other under the shower.

As the day goes on, we spent time talking, laughing, and exploring the city. In the evening, we had dinner at a cozy restaurant, sharing stories and dreams. Later that night, we returned to our hotel room and made love again. This time, it felt even more intimate and passionate than before.

Now Raksha and I were lying on the bed, cuddling each other.

Raksha: (Playfully) I have an idea.

Kritika: (Intrigued) What is it?

I truly hope you enjoyed this story! Please leave your helpful feedback to my email id. If any interested girl wants to join the party, then ping me, do reach out to me via email or Google chat. My Email id is [email protected].

Chennai is a bustling city known for its vibrant culture. It played host to an unusual challenge between two women. It was a battle of wills and stamina that would leave them both breathless and yearning for more.

Ayesha, a 41-year-old wellness coach, stood tall and proud. Her fair complexion radiates a sense of elegance and maturity. She was a mother of two, but her dedication to health and fitness kept her body in remarkable shape.

Her long, dark hair framed her face. Her eyes held a determined gaze, one that could inspire and motivate her clients to achieve their goals.

Tamilarasi, a 30-year-old client of Ayesha’s, had a different aura about her. Her dusky skin and bold demeanour exuded a raw, untamed energy. She was a free spirit, always challenging the norms. Her suggestion for a unique competition was no exception.

The challenge, as Tamilarasi proposed, was simple yet tantalizing. “Let’s have a sex fight, Ayesha,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “A test of our stamina and sexual prowess. No penetration, just pure stimulation. The first to cum loses.”

Ayesha was taken aback by the audacity of this proposal. She has always maintained a professional relationship with her clients. But Tamilarasi’s suggestion was too intriguing to ignore. Despite her age and experience, Ayesha felt a surge of excitement and a desire to prove her mettle.

“Alright, Tamilarasi,” she agreed, her voice steady. “But let’s make it interesting. We’ll wear sarees and satin blouses, traditional attire with a naughty twist. It will be a battle of wits and endurance.”

And so, in a private room in Chennai, the two women prepared for their unconventional duel. They carefully draped their sarees, the soft fabric accentuating their curves. The satin blouses hugged their bodies, emphasizing their femininity.

As they faced each other, the tension in the air was palpable. Ayesha’s heart raced, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Tamilarasi’s confident smile sent a shiver down her spine. The fight began with a playful tease, each woman testing the other’s resolve.

Ayesha’s fingers grazed Tamilarasi’s navel, circling the sensitive area. Tamilarasi responded by gently pinching Ayesha’s nipples through the satin fabric. Moans of pleasure escaped their lips, soft and enticing.

Tamilarasi, being the younger and more adventurous of the two, took the lead. She pressed her body against Ayesha, their breasts squishing together. She began to grind her hips, her pussy rubbing against Ayesha’s thigh.

Ayesha’s breath quickened, her nipples hardening further as she felt the warmth of Tamilarasi’s body. Not to be outdone, Ayesha reciprocated. Her hands slid down Tamilarasi’s back, cupping her firm ass and pulling her closer.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, as she felt Tamilarasi’s hands roam freely over her body. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans, a symphony of desire.

They explored each other’s bodies, their fingers tracing every curve, every sensitive spot.  Ayesha’s fingers found their way under Tamilarasi’s saree, stroking her inner thighs.

Tamilarasi’s hands teased Ayesha’s erect nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. The intensity of the fight escalated as they both became more daring.

Tamilarasi dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for Ayesha’s saree. She slowly started to unwrap it, revealing her long, toned legs. Ayesha’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the cool air on her exposed skin.

With expert precision, Tamilarasi slid her hands under Ayesha’s blouse. Her fingers deftly unhooked the bra. Ayesha’s breasts, full and heavy, spilt out, her nipples standing erect in anticipation.

Tamilarasi’s mouth watered at the sight. She leaned forward, capturing a nipple between her lips, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. Ayesha’s head fell back. Her hands gripped Tamilarasi’s shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

“Oh, Tamilarasi,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “You’re incredible.”

But Tamilarasi was not one to be easily satisfied. She switched to the other nipple, biting and sucking gently while her hands travelled down Ayesha’s body, sliding under her saree and reaching for her wetness.

Ayesha’s pussy was already soaked, her juices flowing freely. Tamilarasi’s fingers easily found their way to her sensitive clit, which she began to rub in slow, circular motions. Ayesha’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body craving more.

“No way, Tamilarasi,” she said, her voice thick with hustle. “I wont cum.”

Tamilarasi smiled against Ayesha’s breast, her fingers working their magic. “Not yet, my dear,” she whispered. “We still have a fight to win.”

With that, she stood up, her fingers still buried deep within Ayesha’s folds, and pushed her onto the bed. Ayesha’s eyes blazed with desire, her body on fire. She wanted to feel Tamilarasi’s touch everywhere, to surrender to the pleasure.

Tamilarasi straddled Ayesha’s waist, her fingers still working their magic on her clit. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Ayesha’s, and whispered, “You’re so wet, Ayesha. I can feel your desire. But can you last?”

Ayesha’s response was a growl of determination. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” she said, her hands gripping Tamilarasi’s hips, pulling her closer.

The fight intensified as they both struggled for dominance. Ayesha’s hands found Tamilarasi’s pussy, her fingers sliding into her wetness, matching the rhythm of Tamilarasi’s fingers on her clit. They moved in sync, their bodies becoming a blur of pleasure and desire.

Tamilarasi’s breathing became ragged as Ayesha’s skilled fingers brought her closer to the edge. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, and moaned loudly. “Oh, Ayesha, I can’t hold on much longer.”

But Ayesha was focused, her determination. “You will be cumming in my hands, Tamilarasi,” she growled, her voice laced with passion. “I won’t let you make me cum.”

At that moment, Tamilarasi made a bold move, one that would change the course of the fight. She suddenly lifted Ayesha’s hand, holding it tightly, and brought it to her mouth.

Ayesha’s eyes widened in surprise as Tamilarasi started to lick and suck on her fingers. Her tongue swirled around them, tasting Ayesha’s essence. But that wasn’t all.

In a swift motion, Tamilarasi released Ayesha’s hand and brought it to her armpit, holding it firmly. Ayesha’s eyes rolled back in her head. She felt Tamilarasi’s tongue exploring her sensitive underarms, a place no one had ever dared to venture.

“Oh, Vena!” Ayesha cried out, her body arching off the bed. “Ah! Please, Tamilarasi, stop!”

Tamilarasi’s secret strategy was working. She knew that Ayesha had never experienced such a sensation, and the surprise of it was driving her wild. She continued to lick and suck on Ayesha’s milky white, clean-shaven armpit.

Her fingers were still working their magic on Ayesha’s clit. Ayesha’s body trembled, her hips thrusting uncontrollably as she neared her climax. “Ah!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the room. “I’m cumming, Tamilarasi! Oh, God, I can’t hold it back!”

With one final, intense lick, Tamilarasi brought Ayesha over the edge. Ayesha’s body convulsed, her pussy clenching around Tamilarasi’s fingers as she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her hot cum gushed out, soaking Tamilarasi’s hand and the bed beneath her.

Tamilarasi smiled triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She had discovered Ayesha’s secret weakness, a place that could bring her to her knees.

Ayesha lay on the bed, her body spent and satisfied, her eyes half-closed in post-orgasmic bliss. “You… you cheated, Tamilarasi,” she managed to say, her voice weak. “No one… no one has ever… touched me there.”

Tamilarasi laughed, a deep, throaty sound. “All’s fair in love and war!”