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Ab aage –

Ashika mobile lekar video call karne lagi, aur apni ek friend ko dikhane lagi ki wo mere sath nangi thi. Wo mere lund ko pakad kar hilane lagi.

Maine jaldi se us mobile ko hataya, aur Ashika se kaha: Tum pagal ho kya, jo video calling mein nangi aa rahi ho?

Ashika: Ye meri best friend hai, aur hum dono lesbo hai. Jiju isko sab pata hai ki aapne mujhe subha choda tha, aur abhi bhi aapke sath hu, ye bhi pata hai isko.

Main: Theek hai, pata hai to. Par ab main aur tum bas. Chalo ab kuch music lagate hai, aur maza karte hai.

Ashika: Haa music mein kaha dum hai. Hame to usne maara jiska naam lund hai.

Main: Meri jaan ab sab milega tumhe. Par pehle main tumhare ye nange badan ke sath kuch photo to lelu.

Main kuch photos lene laga, aur fir Ashika ghutno mein baith kar mere lund ko fir se hilane lagi.

Ashika: Mujhe itna pyar kabhi nahi mila.

Main: Main tumhe khoob pyar doonga aahh meri saali sahiba, aaram se chooso isko.

Ashika: Slurp slurp.

Main: Ab aa jao mere upar, main bed par let raha hu, aur ye pyari si chut mein mere lund ko le lo.

Ashika mere upar aa gayi, aur lund par baith kar uchalne lagi aahhh. Main uske chuttad ko pakad kar usko lund par uchaalne laga. Main uske upar-neeche jhoolte boobs ko dekh raha tha. Chudai ki thodi hi der mein uske baal bhi khul gaye, aur baal khulne se Ashika aur bhi zyada sexy lagne lagi.

Main Ashika ko utha-utha kar chodne laga, aur wo is beech ek baar jhad kar dubara jhadne lagi. Par main usko lund par uchaalte raha. Ashika ke muh se siskiyan nikal rahi thi aah aahh uffffff ki, aur uske uchalte boobs bade mast lag rahe the.

Main dono boobs ko apni mutthi mein lekar dabane laga, aur uske naram boobs ko masalne laga. Ashika ki chudai main lagataar kar raha tha, aur maza le raha tha chudai ka. Ab mera bhi hone wala tha.

Main: Main jhadne wala hu Ashika. Aur is baar main baahar nahi tumhari chut mein apna paani daalna chaahta hu. I am cumming Ashika. Main jhad raha hu tumhari chut mein.

Ashika: Haa jiju, main mehsoos kar paa rahi hu aapke lund ke kampan ko. Bhar do meri chut ko aapki garam-garam malayi se. Ek-ek boond ko daal do meri chut mein.

Main Ashika ki chut mein hi jhadne laga, aur Ashika ki chut mein hi lund fassa kar usko mere upar lita liya.

Main: Main abhi jhad gaya hu, par mera mann nahi bhara hai tumhe chodne ka.

Ashika: Main bhi aur chudna chaahti hu, aur itni jaldi mera bhi nahi hua. Abhi to poori raat baaki hai hum dono ke paas.

Tabhi achank se darwaza khula, aur darwaze par Kusum mausi khadi dikhayi di.

Kusum mausi: Ye kya ho raha hai?

Ashika: Main yahan se jaa rahi hu (aur uth kar kapde lene lagi).

Kusum mausi: Tum kahin nahi jaa rahi ho. Tum dono jaise jahan ho, waise hi raho.

Main: Mujhe maaf kar do mausi, main fir aise nahi karunga.

Kusum mausi: Kamine, ye sirf tumhari saali hi nahi, balki meri beti bhi hai. Tumhe sharam aani chahiye aisa karte hue. Tum to shadi-shuda ho, to tumhe iski chut ki kya zaroorat thi?

Main Kusum mausi ke muh se chut sun kar bas sunte hi reh gaya. Aur hum dono ab bhi bina kapdon ke mausi ke saamne hi khade the. Maine fir se jhuk kar apni pant lene laga.

Mausi: Tum jahan ho, wahan hi raho. Harsh aur tum dono jo kar rahe the, wo hi karoge, aur abhi, yahan.

Main: Abhi, yahan, main samjha nahi mausi. Ye kya bol rahi ho aap? Aap hum dono ko kapde pehanne kyun nahi de rahi ho?

Ashika: Isme Harsh jiju ki koi galti nahi hai. Maine hi inko majboor kiya tha.

Kusum mausi: Ab tum dono wahin karo jo kar rahe the.

Main: Nahi aunty, main ye nahi kar sakta, ye galat hoga.

Kusum mausi ne Ashika ke baal apne hatho se pakad liye aur boli: Chal ab Harsh ka lund choos kar khada kar, aur mujhe chud kar dikha.

Main: Ye aap kyun kar rahi ho mausi? Aur jo aap karwa rahi ho, wo hum kar chuke hai.

Ashika: Haa mummy, ab aapke saamne main nahi kar sakti.

Kusum mausi: Kyun ab kyun nahi kar sakti? Ab kyun sharam aa rahi hai? Apne jija se chudte hue to sharam nahi aayi, to ab kyun?

Kusum mausi ne mera lund pakad kar Ashika ki chut mein laga diya, aur mujhe bolne lagi ki ab chodo isko. Main dhakka de kar fir se Ashika ko chodne laga, aur mausi mere chuttad par do thappad lagate hue boli-

Mausi: Zor se chodo, aur iski jawani nikalo. Nahi to ye pata nahi kis-kis ka lund legi.

Main Ashika ko zor-zor se chodne laga, aur mausi wahan se chali gayi.

Ashika: Hamare paas ab kaafi waqt hai chudai ka, aur aapko pyar karne ka.

Main jaldi-jaldi ek baar aur apna paani Ashika ki chut mein daal kar Ashika ke sath hi room band karke so gaya. Fir agli subha main Kusum mausi ko lekar Mumbai se aa gaya, aur yahan meri sasu mom aur Kusum mausi ek-doosre se mil kar khush hone lagi.

Dono mein sasur ji ko lekar bhi baat hui, aur main fir advocate Gunjan ke paas chala gaya. Maine bataya ki gawahi ke liye Kusum mausi, meri sasu mom, aur Suman bhabhi taiyaar thi.

Gunjan ne kaha: Humko aur bhi log chahiye, jo pariwar ke na ho to zyada acha hai.

Mere dimag mein aaya ki shayad ye kaam wo security guard wali jiska naam Gori hai wo kar sakti thi. Gori kar to degi, par uske liye uske love proposal ko maanna hoga. Aur ye bahut badi baat thi ki main Gori jaisi achi aurat ko is sex love ke chakkar se door hi rakhna chaahta tha.

Fir bhi main Gori ko call karke uske paas chala gaya, aur uske ghar jaa kar maine use sab kuch sach bataya. Usko maine koi bhi jhooth nahi kaha.

Gori to pehle se hi mere pyar mein pagal thi. Aur ab wo bina shart mere sasur ji ke liye gawahi ke liye taiyaar ho gayi. Par ab bhi ek kaam baaki tha, aur wo tha Gunjan ki mummy jisne Gunjan se shaadi ka proposal mere saamne rakha tha.

Jab tak Gunjan ki mummy ko apni taraf nahi kar leta, ye case hum jeet hi nahi sakte the. Kyunki Gunjan ki mummy hi judge thi, aur wo hi judgement dene wali thi. Ab Gunjan se main shaadi to karne wala tha nahi, to kuch aur hi karna hoga.

Ab final sunwayi ki date bhi aa chuki thi. Sab court aa gaye, aur kaafi der sunwayi chali. Fir sab ne gawahi de kar case ko hamari taraf kar diya, aur jo documents Gori ne mujhe diye the, usne bhi hamare case ko aur mazboot kar diya tha. Par ab baaki tha final judgment ka din, jo do din baad tha.

Gunjan ki mummy ka message aaya, aur wo mujhe apne ghar bulayi. Mujhe pata tha ki unhe kya baat karni thi. Main dinner par unke ghar chala gaya, aur uski mummy ne mujhe Gunjan se shaadi ki baat fir se poochi to maine kaha ki pehle dinner kar lete hai.

Dinner karte waqt main unhe wine pilane laga aur jaldi hi unhe nashe mein karke kaha: Main shaadi karunga (par kisse, ye nahi kaha).

Main fir court ke paper mein unke signature lekar nikal gaya. Doosre din phone par baat hui, to maine kaha ki shaadi karunga, par fir bhi maine ye nahi kaha ki kisse karunga.

Finally ab wo din tha jisme judge ne apna faisla suna diya ki bank ki hi galti se sab hua tha, aur bank ka koi aur tha jisne ye sab kiya tha. Bank ki zimmedari thi ki wo paise ki gadbadi ki zimmedari le, aur sasur ji ko jail se baahar nikala jaye. Sath hi ghar bhi wapas de diya jaye.

Ghar aate hi sasur ji ne apna ghar mere naam kar diya, aur wo mere se nazar bhi nahi mila paa rahe the. Kyunki unko pata tha ki mujhe Sugandha unki doosri biwi ke baare mein sab pata tha. Idhar Suman bhabhi ko abhi tak maine sasur ji ka ghar nahi diya tha, aur naa hi maine Gunjan se shaadi ki thi.

Ab yahan se kahani leti hai ek naya mod.

The end of season 1.

To be continued in season 2.

This is purely fiction.

I was a very shy and naive guy throughout my childhood. I had very few friends since my Mother didn’t entertain me to hang out with friends after school.

The reason is my Mom was separated from my Father when I was 2 years old. My father cheated on my mom after the 1st year of marriage when I was still in my mother’s womb. The divorce proceedings took almost 2 years. This incident devastated my mother. She cried a lot and it shattered her mentally. My grandparents forced her to remarry. But she didn’t want to go through the pain again.

Mother didn’t remarry and made a brave decision to raise me all by herself. She was well-educated and worked in the government sector. She earned well and took care of me with love. Her only goal was to make me successful. She rejected multiple proposals from her workplace. She would cook a delicious meal and would take me out during weekends.

I used to be angry with Mom since I couldn’t spend time with my friends. As I grew, I understood mom also wanted to spend time with me since I was the only one in her life. We used to go to movies, theme parks, zoos, etc.; during weekdays, we played badminton regularly, which kept her in shape. She was 5’2″ tall, weighing 50 kg, and had an hourglass shape of 34-26-34. I was never attracted to her curvaceous body.

Sometimes, I could sense other men ogling at her. I wanted to beat them but didn’t have the courage or physique then. Instead, we would leave the place as soon as possible.

Slowly, things oozed out once I joined college. Mom worked extra hours to save for my education. I got some friends from college and spent my evenings with them. Mom and I spent only weekends together at home. We didn’t go out much as we were exhausted from the weekdays.

Fast forward to 2018, I completed my bachelor’s with excellent grades. During school and college, I had a couple of relationships, but they didn’t last long enough as I had a weak physique and was very shy. My second break-up affected me a lot and I ended up hitting the gym to recover from that.

I grew into a muscular lad by the time I graduated. I attracted a few girls later but ignored them as I wanted to focus on my studies first, get a good job, and take care of my Mother.

My next step was to pursue higher studies. My mother also wanted me to do the same, but in India itself, because she wanted me to be close to her. Upon reviewing multiple options, I decided to pursue a Master’s in the USA. I cleared the GRE and TOEFL with good grades and finally got admitted to a reputed university with a 100% scholarship.

I was delighted and shared this news with Mom. She was happy but was worried that I might leave her alone. I promised that I would return to India after finishing my Master’s in 2 years.

Finally, my mom agreed to this, and I flew to the USA. I shared a 2 bhk with 3 other friends from different parts of India. In my 1st semester, I was an outstanding student in both academics and sports. Due to this, I made a lot of friends from different countries, but always missed my Mom’s emotional support.

I used to video call Mom daily through WhatsApp. We spent a few hours and used to share all the incidents that happened during the day.

I felt lonely and depressed even though I was surrounded by friends. During my 2nd semester, I got addicted to porn and used to masturbate at least 2 times a day. I stumbled across Incest porn and stories one day and was shocked about the stories.

Some claimed those stories were true. I knew they were morally wrong. Then, I wanted to distract myself from this and focus on my studies. I couldn’t control the temptation and started to jerk for these stories. Sometimes I used to fantasize about my mother in that place and I used to cum a lot.

I was ashamed of myself after every time I jerked off. How could I do this to the woman who literally sacrificed her life for me? After a few months, I stopped this nonsense, focused on academics, and completed my 2nd semester.

There was a 3 month vacation before the start of 3rd semester. All my friends got internships but my mom missed me badly and vice-versa. She wanted me to visit her during the vacation. I landed in India and mom was so happy to receive me. I brought a lot of presents for her, a Watch, Shoes, Bags, Chocolate, and desserts.

She was very happy and took some of the presents to the office to boast about my return. After that, Mom took 3 months off to take care of me. Back in the USA, I never had 3 meals/day since it was tiresome to cook. Now, mom treated me like a king. She missed me so badly that she didn’t want to leave my side.

We shared the same bed and she even hugged me during sleep. We used to do this in my childhood, never felt a thing. But now I had a different sensation. I started to read incest sex stories and fantasized about my mother again. I even took her panties and bra from the drawer and jerked on them.

During peak summer, I used to wake up during the night to use the restroom. I was shocked to see her wearing light clothes. She wore only a night dress and didn’t wear a bra or panties. It was sultry at night due to summer and excessive heat waves. Her nighty’s top zip was almost open, revealing her boobs and her hairy pussy was visible too. I took the opportunity to take a few pictures and used that to jerk off later.

I wanted to have sex with my mother badly. Then I mustered up the courage to ask her directly. Rather than forcing her or hiding my fantasy, I wanted to have her consent for sex. After all, she must be missing sexual activities as well. I knew she didn’t have a man in life after father left us. I thought the best way would be to marry her and take her abroad with me.

One fine evening, I asked her out for dinner at a 5-star restaurant. I wanted to use this opportunity to propose to her. She didn’t have a clue about my intention. Rather, She was excited and asked what the special occasion was. I told her, “I had earned some money with my part-time job and wanted to celebrate with you, Mother.” Mom was very proud that her son had started to earn money on his own.

She hurried up and wore her wedding saree for the first time in 23 years after hearing this wonderful news. Previously she wore this dress when she was 20 years old. She had put on some weight since then, and when she wore it now at the age of 43, the dress obviously looked smaller on her revealing her waist and cleavage. She looked gorgeous in the attire and I couldn’t control my lust.

Suresh: Mom! Are you sure about this dress?

Susheela: Why Suresh? I don’t have any new clothes for dinner. Besides, I’m an old lady. No one will look at my dress.

Suresh: Mom, you look so gorgeous! You look like a 25-year-old girl.

Susheela: Stop kidding Suresh! Don’t make up things!

Suresh: Mom I’m serious! You look so young and hot! People might think we are a couple

My mom hadn’t received a compliment in a while. She started to blush rather than get angry at me.

Susheela: Thank you, Suresh!

After a while, I drove her to the restaurant. I had booked a seaside view with a private balcony under Mr. and Mrs. Suresh. They welcomed us as a couple. Mom was surprised and asked me why I booked the table as a couple. I told her that-

Me: I got a great deal for this if we register as a couple. So please act like we’re a couple.

She smiled and winked at me, and said: Ok husband!

I got excited hearing this! Mom looked very happy and enjoyed the moment. I started to order the expensive dishes from the menu.

Susheela: Suresh, these items are costly. For me, order something cheaper. I don’t want you to spend a lot of money.

Suresh: Mom, I want you to enjoy the evening. Don’t worry about the expense. I got it all covered. My part-time job paid a decent salary.

My mother was hesitant at first, so I ordered dishes for her as well. We enjoyed the dishes and discussed a few incidents from my childhood, her office tales, and my USA tales. We laughed so hard, and clearly, Mom enjoyed the evening. I had never seen Mom laugh so hard in my life.

Then I held her hands and said: Mom, now that I’m grown-up. I’ll be successfully landing a job after next year like the way you dreamed, I want you to get married.

Mom’s face suddenly turned pale and became dull.

Susheela: Suresh, Please, I don’t want to fall in that hell again. I’m very happy with you being a son. I don’t want to be separated from you. Besides, who will marry an old woman like me?

She was dejected and wanted to go home immediately. I paid the bills and drove her home. I brought up the topic again when we reached home. After we entered the house, I stopped her and held her hands, “Mom, please marry again for the sake of your happiness”. Mom got angry and let go of my hands.

She didn’t speak a word and went inside her room. I tried to console her, so I entered her bedroom. She was undressing herself by the time and had only a bra and panties on her. She looked like a sex GODDESS! I got horny and wanted to seduce her that night. She was shocked and tried to cover herself and asked me to leave the room.

I knew there wouldn’t be another chance as I had to leave for the USA in a week. I got the courage and walked towards her. Then I held her shoulders and said, “Mom, I love you. I want you to get married. I don’t want you to be single for the rest of your life”.

Hearing this for the 3rd time, she got emotional and started to cry while she hugged me.

Susheela (As she wept): Suresh, I’m tired of all the men. I trust no one except you. The divorce from your father gave me nightmares. The society didn’t treat me well when I tried to raise you by myself. I’m better on my own. I just need to be with you. You’re my only happiness.

Suresh: Mom, I will marry you!

She was shocked to hear this. Then she started to giggle and said-

Susheela: Stop joking around Suresh! How can a mother and son marry each other?

Suresh: Mom. I’m serious! You were there for me in my entire life. You struggled a lot to raise me. Now let me take care of you. I will not marry anyone other than you.

Mom realized I was serious and she let go of the hug.

Suresh: Mom, just think about it. No one will know about our marriage. After our marriage, we can shift to the USA. Besides, you look so young and no one will suspect us. I promise to raise a better family with you. I will not cheat like my father, and I will be there with you till the end.

Susheela: Suresh, you are too young to make a decision. You will find better girls than me. There are many more beautiful and younger girls than me. Don’t make these foolish decisions. Think about it. Now leave me alone, I need to rest for the night.

Mom was confused about the sudden change of events. I didn’t let her leave. I held her waist tightly and lifted her head. Then I looked her in the eyes and said “Mother, you are the only woman I need in life. I want to take care of you for the rest of your life. Besides, no one can take care of my mother better than her own son.”

Hearing these words, Mom blushed and tension arose. Then I planted a kiss on her lips while holding her waist. Her eyes glazed like a star. I knew she wanted more. I started kissing her again. Soon we started to use our tongue. It was a passionate kiss and lasted for 5 minutes.

On the other hand, I inserted my right hand into her panty and started to rub her pussy. She started to moan immediately. A pussy that was never touched for 23 years. Sexual tensions arose, and she started to cry, “Suresh, let’s stop this. There is no going back”

Suresh: I don’t want to go back. I LOVE YOU MOM. I LOVE YOU FOREVER. PLEASE MARRY ME. I’ll make you happy. Please let go of the inhibition.

Not sure whether my words or my finger in her pussy changed her mind, she stopped struggling and started to enjoy the moment. I could feel her pussy was on fire. Then I gently placed her on the bed and removed the bra and panties.

I started to lick her pussy and massaged her perfect tits. I managed to make her cum 3 times already in 30 minutes. My penis was also on fire. I removed my clothes and got ready to experience sex for the first time in my life! That too with my own mother. In the meantime, my mother regained conciseness and said we made a grave mistake! LEAVE THE ROOM AND DON’T TALK TO ME AGAIN!

I tried to convince her again but she started to slap me. I became upset. Then I was content with the pre-sex action but badly wanted to fuck her. I went to my room and locked my door and thought I messed up my life. I slept that night and woke up the next morning like nothing had happened. Mom was preparing breakfast.

Suresh: Good morning, Mom! Hope you had a great sleep!

Mom didn’t speak to me. She went to her room and locked herself. I started to realize that I broke mom’s heart the only one who loved me. Then I left the house dejected. I spent the whole day in a park regretting my mistake. But the shade of kissing and massaging mom made me horny.

I realized Mom had called me several times. I noticed the calls only in the evening and called her back. She didn’t pick up the phone. I lost track of time and rushed home as quickly as possible. As I entered the house, Mom ran up to me with tears and hugged me.

Susheela: Don’t leave me again Suresh! I can’t take another heartbreak. Where did you go? I searched for you all over the place. I even called you several times, and I was about to file a complaint thinking you went missing.

Suresh: Mom, I thought you hated me after the incident. I’m very sorry about yesterday. I went over the limit and did shameful things. I will not repeat it again. Let’s get back to normal. You’re the soul that loves me unconditionally. Please forgive me.

Both mom and I hugged each other emotionally. After a while, she replied: Suresh, I think we should move to the USA. I can take early retirement and take care of you there.

Hearing this, I was surprised. I had a lot of questions in my mind-

-Did Mom forgive me already?

-Did she mean we will get married and move to the USA

-Or move to the USA as a mother-son and she wanted me to get married to another girl?

Suresh: Mom, are you sure about this? I can move to India once I graduate. I can stay next to you and take care of you.

Susheela: Suresh, I thought about whatever you mentioned last night. If we stay in India, people won’t allow us to stay as a couple. Our relatives will never find out about our marriage in the USA.

I was flabbergasted at mom’s words. I looked at her eyes with love.

Susheela: I love you, Suresh! I want you! I LOVE YOU! Let’s get married!

Both of us kissed passionately and I carried her to the bedroom to fulfill my dream!

The story continues in the next part!!!

“Hey, not like this. You have to lick the pussy first,” she said.

I was the worst student one could have. No matter what, I could not score more than the average mark. Frustration kept rising, but the results never changed.

One day, while we were in the lecture, our dean entered and introduced us to this hot professor. She must not be more than 40yrs, with tight boobs and a slim structure. At least, that’s what I could gather from the first look.

She introduced herself as Fatima. I could not believe my eyes at what I was looking at. A few days passed, and my frustration kept rising. I was determined to score more this time but could only focus on her assets in Fatima’s class.

One day, Fatima asked me to stay back after class. I began juggling my thoughts as to why it was only me. After the class, she made me sit and told me to focus on my studies, not her body. SHOCKED, I kept my head bowed.

A few weeks passed, and she again asked me to stay back. This time, she offered me private tuition. I was excited to have her just for me, so I said yes. Every day after class, I went to Fatima’s place to study. As it was her house, she could wear whatever she wanted.

Not a single day has passed when I don’t masturbate after her tuition classes. It was Sunday. I had some doubts, searching for the answers. I called her and asked her for an extra class. When I went inside, I saw a boy just about our age sitting there watching a match.

Fatima introduced him as his son and guided him to keep the volume down so we could study. We went to a different room on the upper level, but could hear the television easily.

Fatima was wearing a flurried maxi, but her cleavage was visible. I had to force myself not to look at her. She bent over a lot today to show me my mistakes and explain how to rectify them. My dick was troubling me a lot. I had to adjust myself from getting caught up and focus on the solutions she was explaining.

I could not control myself from touching those boobs. To do that, I rested my hand in a manner that, finally, her boobs were caressing them without fail. I have had enough, and now I have to relieve myself. I also had to pee, so I asked for the washroom.

My dick was covered with my precum. I could only ask for her soft boobs over my dick to help me rub my dick between them. I began to shake my dick thinking about her when I heard the knock on the door, and I was interrupted. I settled myself and returned to the room.

I saw Fatima stretching. Maybe due to the light dissecting the material of the maxi, I could not help noticing the rest of her body underneath it. Now I do not want to feel her boobs. I, too, want to feel her whole naked body.

When I went back home, I masturbated a couple of times but still could not get myself out of how to fuck her.

It was the result day, and as usual, I could not score over my average in the rest of the subjects. Now comes Fatima’s class. The whole batch got their results. She called my name the last time and asked me and a couple more to stay back. She cancelled the lecture and sent the rest home.

Fatima was not happy. She called everyone individually, explained the errors in respective sheets, and asked everyone to do better next time. I was the only one left, she called me. I sat on the chair, and she stood up, came close to me, and bent. Again, her cleavage flashed in front of my eyes.

She was explaining, but who the fuck was listening. I was buried in my thoughts, where I was holding these big boobs, sucking on the nipples, licking areolas. She shook me with my hand, and I realised the world I live in. Fatima came close to me, bent again.

She asked me, “How much do you want to fuck me?” I could not believe my ears, but she inquired again. She planted the kiss on my lips and then wiped the lipstick from my lips with her pretty fingers. As she was getting up, I pulled her towards me and began kissing her on her face, neck and lips.

I was hungry as a lion, and my dick was twitching inside my pants. I stood up, went and locked the classroom door, came running towards her, and grabbed her from her waist. I lifted her and made her sit on the table. I brought my pants down, and my manhood was finally released.

Fatima shut her eyes and commanded me to wear my pants again and to unlock the door before someone came.“You asked me how much I want to fuck you?” Hmm… “This always happens when I see you. I could not concentrate in class and even in the tuition.” I continued.

I moved towards her, grabbed her arm, pulled her up and rested my dick in her hand. “Feel it!” I yelled. Fatima did not open her eyes but did not let go of my dick too. I wiped my eyes, filled with furious and painful tears. As I began to move away, I felt the grip getting more substantial on my dick.

She kept gripping it more assertively and even initiated caressing it. I felt myself nearing my orgasm as it was long enough for me to be hard. The twitching did the rest. She opened her eyes, kissed me again and, by getting up, she pushed me a little.

Leaving my dick again, she unhooked the pin letting her top release a little, and finally removed it. Fatima was standing in her pants and bra. She kneeled, held my dick and began kissing it.

Caressing my testicles with her other hand, she licked the dick head and slowly gulped it completely. I was satisfied that we were both on the same page. I held Fatima’s right tit from over the bra and could hear a subside moan. She began to roll fast, making me cum sooner.

I unhooked the bra’s hook making her boobs feel free. Taking advantage, I pulled her nipple, and she bit my dick in agony. Releasing my dick, she cursed me, and I obliterated her bra. Her sweet brown, semi-grown boobs flashed in front of my eyes.

I fondled each one by one, and she kept moaning. I pulled her up again, lay her on the desk and began rubbing my dick between her boobs. She initiated licking my balls. Fatima could not resist, so she unzipped her pants to rub her pussy.

Looking at that, I started boob fucking fast. Ah… Yeah! She began to moan freely. Dud… Dud… Creek, the desks started making noises. She was caressing her pussy from over the panty and moaning even louder than before. I pulled my dick out to jerk it smoothly.

Fatima kept rubbing her pussy even faster. At one point, I went close and tried to touch it, but my hand got pushed aside. I licked my palm, and with some more jerks, I spurted my juices on her boobs and face.

She screamed and orgasmed, too. I bent down to kiss her, and she slapped me hard. Irritated, she began to yell. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The small village house creaked under the weight of the humid summer night, its mud walls baked by the day’s sun. Vishal, 23, sprawled on a worn cot in the corner. His salesman’s shirt was damp with sweat. The single bulb flickered above, casting shadows over the modest room.

He lived with his widowed mother, Sakshi. At 44, she was a vision—dusky skin glowing like polished teak. Her expressive almond eyes held a quiet strength and a curvy figure softened by years of labour. Her thick, dark hair often fell loose.

Her face carried both grace and weariness, much like the actress she unknowingly resembled. Vishal had always watched her. From the time he was old enough to notice, he’d ogle at her.

She would move through their cramped home—bending to sweep the floor. Her petticoat hugged her hips, or she was washing clothes by the well, her blouse clinging to her back. He’d spy through the cracked wooden door when she bathed.

The sight of water sliding down her spine ignited something primal in him. She was his mother, yes, but to Vishal, she was more—a forbidden flame he couldn’t extinguish.

Nights were his secret indulgence. When the village slept, he’d creep to her mat on the floor. His heart was pounding as he slipped a hand under her petticoat. The fabric rustled softly as he rubbed her thigh, her warmth seeping into his fingers.

She never stirred, lost in exhaustion. He’d retreat, guilt and arousal warring in his chest. It was wrong, he knew, but the pull was too strong—her scent, her softness, the way her breaths rose and fell like a rhythm he craved.

One night, the air thick with monsoon promise, Vishal pushed too far. His hand slid higher, brushing the curve of her hip, when Sakshi’s eyes snapped open. She jolted upright, her face a mask of shock and fury.

“Vishal!” she hissed, her voice cutting through the silence. Before he could stammer an excuse, her hand cracked across his cheek, the slap echoing in the small room. “I’m your mother, you shameless boy! What filth is this?”

Her eyes blazed, tears welling as she pulled her petticoat tight around her. Vishal stumbled back, the sting of her palm matched by the ache in his heart. “Maa, I—” he choked, but she turned away, her shoulders trembling.

He fled to his cot, curling into himself, the weight of her words crushing him. Sadness swallowed him whole—he’d crossed a line, and she hated him for it.

The next morning, Vishal left early for a sales trip, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He couldn’t face her, not with the memory of her slap burning his skin. The village faded behind him as he boarded a rickety bus, his mind a tangle of regret.

Meanwhile, Sakshi sat alone in the house, the broom idle in her hands. Her anger had cooled, replaced by a gnawing guilt. She’d raised her hand to her only son—the boy she’d nursed through fevers, the man who now kept their roof from caving in.

He was flawed, yes, but he was hers. And in the quiet, she felt something else—a flicker of heat, a buried ache. Vishal was no longer just her child; he’d become the man of the house, filling the void her husband had left behind.

Days passed. Vishal trudged through dusty towns, hawking cheap goods to surly shopkeepers. In a bustling market, he paused at a stall of colourful gowns—soft cotton, sleeveless, the kind Sakshi might wear. He bought three, picturing them on her, clinging to her curves.

It was an apology, a peace offering. When he returned home, the sun dipping low, Sakshi greeted him at the door. Her eyes softened as she took his bag, her voice casual. “How was the trip?” she asked, as if the slap had never happened.

“Fine, Maa,” he mumbled, handing her the plastic bag. “Got you something.”

She pulled out the gowns—red, green, blue—and smiled faintly. “Nice colours,” she said, folding them onto a shelf. They ate dinner in silence, the clink of steel plates filling the space.

Vishal stole glances at her, her dupatta slipping to reveal the slope of her neck. She seemed different—less guarded, her movements slower, deliberate. He couldn’t read her, but the air felt charged, heavy with unspoken things.

That night, Vishal lay awake, rehearsing his apology. He’d hurt her shamed her, and he needed to make it right. The moon hung low, silver light spilling through the window as he rose, stepping softly to her mat. “Maa,” he whispered, kneeling beside her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Sakshi stirred, her eyes opening slowly. She sat up, her hair a dark cascade over her shoulders, the red gown he’d bought hugging her body. “Vishal,” she cut him off, her voice low, husky.

“Stop.” She reached out, her fingers brushing his cheek—not to slap, but to linger. “I was wrong, too. I shouldn’t have hit you. You’re my son… but you’re more now. The man of this house.”

His breath caught, her touch igniting the fire he’d tried to smother. “Maa, I—”

“Shh.” She leaned closer, her lips parting, her gaze wild and unguarded. “I’ve seen how you look at me. I’ve felt it. And I… I’ve missed being wanted.” Her confession hung between them, raw and electric.

Before he could process it, she pulled him to her, her mouth crashing against his in a kiss that was all hunger and surrender.

Vishal groaned, his hands finding her waist, the gown’s thin fabric no barrier to her heat. She tasted of salt and spice, her tongue fierce as it tangled with his. “Maa,” he gasped, breaking away, “is this okay?”

“Don’t call me that now,” she growled, her voice thick with need. “I’m Sakshi tonight—your woman.” She shoved him onto the mat, straddling him, her curvy frame pressing down.

The slap, the guilt, the years of restraint—it all melted in the heat of her body against his. She yanked his shirt off, her nails raking his chubby chest, drawing a hiss from his lips.

He grabbed her hips, flipping her beneath him, his bulk pinning her. “Sakshi,” he rasped, testing the name, savouring it. Her dusky skin glowed in the moonlight, her breasts straining against the gown as he tugged it down.

He kissed her neck, her collarbone, then lower, his lips closing around a nipple. She arched, a moan escaping her—a sound so wild it set his blood ablaze.

“You’ve wanted this,” she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Spying on me, touching me—I knew.” Her words were a taunt, a dare, and they drove him deeper into the madness.

He slid a hand under the gown, finding the softness of her thigh, then higher, her heat slick against his fingers. She bucked, her breath ragged. “Don’t tease,” she snarled, “take me.”

Vishal shed his pants, his arousal stark against his chubby frame. She spread her legs, pulling him down, her eyes locked on his—expressive, fierce, pleading. He entered her slow at first, the sensation overwhelming, her warmth enveloping him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the word slipping out as he moved, her moans matching his rhythm. She was tight and wild, her nails clawing his back as she urged him faster.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice breaking, her hips rising to meet him. The mat creaked beneath them, the village night swallowing their cries. He gripped her ass, lifting her, driving deeper, the emotional weight of years spilling into every thrust.

She was his mother, his forbidden dream, and now his lover—surrendering, claiming, consuming. Sakshi’s hands roamed his body, tracing the rolls of his stomach and pulling him closer. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her tone possessive, sensual.

She wrapped her legs around him, locking him in, her breath hot against his ear. “Don’t stop—make me feel it.” Her words unleashed him. He pounded into her, the line between son and man dissolving in sweat and lust.

The air grew thick, their bodies slick as they chased release. Vishal buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent—earth, musk, home. She shuddered beneath him, her cry sharp and primal as she came, her walls pulsing around him.

It tipped him over, and he spilt into her, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. They collapsed, tangled and panting, the mat damp beneath them.

For a long moment, they lay there, the silence heavy with what they’d done. Sakshi traced his jaw, her touch tender now. “No more guilt,” she murmured, her eyes soft but firm. “You’re the man here. I’m yours.”

Vishal nodded, his chest tight with emotion—love, relief, a wild new bond. He pulled her close, her curvy body fitting against his, and they drifted into sleep, the village night their witness.

The next morning, Sakshi wore the green gown, her smile quiet but knowing as she cooked. Vishal watched her, no longer spying but openly admiring. The slap was a memory, the sadness gone. They’d crossed into something new—sensuous, emotional, untamed—and the small house felt alive with it.

Room mein baki 4 log bhi so rahe the. Main Neha ki chut chatne ke baad upar gaya. Uske boobs ko chusa. Fir aur mood hua to usko pucha bahar chale room se? Usne haan bhari.

Usne apne kapde thik kiye. Hum dhire se khade hue aur room se bahar aaye. Uss waqt kuch 3 baja hoga. Corridor mein to koi bhi nahi tha, room mein koi jaag raha hoga to pata nahi, par awaz nahi aa rahi thi. 3rd floor pe upar terrace hai.

Wahan bhi function rakhne ka jagah hai aur store room bhi jahan samaan rakh sakte hai. Mujhe pata tha wahan filhal kuch function nahi hai to wahan sab khali hoga. Main Neha ka hath pakad ke upar le gaya. Woh room mein jake gate band kiya aur choti wali light chalu ki.

Main Neha ko dekh raha tha, woh mujhe dekh rahi thi. Main uske ek dum close aake khada hua.

Main: Pagal kar diya hai tune mujhe

Woh bas meri aakhon mein dekh rahi thi. Blush karne lagi. Maine fir usko bahon mein liya. Tightly hug kiya. Usne bhi mujhe tightly pakad liya. Maine uske face ko samne kiya aur uske lips pe mere lips rakh diya.

Bahut deep smooch karne laga. Woh bhi sath de rahi thi. Maine tongue uske muh mein dala, uske tongue ke sath khelne laga, uske tongue ko chusne laga. Kiss karte karte maine uski gaand ko pakad liya.

Usko upar uthaya aur tightly pakad ke kiss kar raha tha. Fir usko diwar ke pas khada kiya, uske dono hath upar kar ke top nikal diya. Uski neck pe kiss karne laga, chatne laga. Neck chatte chatte uske cleavage pe aaya, uski cleavage ko chata.

Hath uske kamar pe ghumane laga aur cleavage ko lick karne laga. Usne grey bra pehni thi. Hath ko ghumate ghumate uski bra unhook ki aur nikal di. Uff, bahut hi hot lag rahe the chote boobs.

Brown nipple dekh ke pagal ho raha tha main. Dono boobs ko cup kiya aur dbane laga. Woh ahen bharne lagi. Main dabate dabate chusne laga. Thodi der boobs chusne ke baad main dhire dhire niche betha knee pe.

Uski belly pe kiss kiya, belly chatne laga. Boobs dabate dabate belly lick kar raha tha. Fir hathon ko niche leke aaya aur uske pant ka elastic pakda. Usne mere hath pe apne hath rakh diye, mujhe rokne ke liye.

Maine uski belly ko thoda lick kiya aur tongue ko lick karte karte niche leke jane laga. Usko pant ki elastic niche karne laga to usne apne hath mere hathon se dur kar liye, jese ki usko bhi chahiye niche. Thoda sa pant niche kiya.

Uske pubic hair the. Mujhe bahut pasand hai pubic hair. Maine waha kiss kiya aur lick kiya. Thoda aur niche kiya pant to usne apne dono hath mere sar pe rakh ke baalon ko pakad liya.

Maine pant ko thigh tak ki, uski chut bahut hi pyaari lagi. Chut ki smell se mera lund aur thigh ho raha tha. Maine chut ke upar hi kiss kiya. Kyu ki woh sidha khadi thi, ache se to kiss ho nahi paya.

Maine uski pant nikal di (panty ke sath) aur uski chut pe 1 ungli ghumai. Woh thoda weak ho gayi. Main chut pe ungli ghumate ghumate rub karne laga. Woh thoda thoda hil rahi thi. Maine chut ko thoda sa felaya aur tongue se lick kiya.

Aur raha nahi ja raha tha mere se. Maine pas mein rakhe ke cardboard ko floor pe rakha aur usko niche khich ke uspe sulaya. Main uske pero ke bich aake chut ko chatne laga. Tongue ko niche se upar swipe karne laga.

Ek ungli se chut rub kar raha tha aur tongue se chat raha tha. Tongue ko chut ke hole pe gol gol ghuma raha tha. Chut chatte chatte 1 ungli uski chut mein dali. Fir ungli ko andar bahar karne laga. fingering karte karte chut ko chaat raha tha.

Thodi der chut chatne ke baad maine apne sare kapde nikal diye. Fir uske upar aaya aur boobs dba dba ke chusne laga. Thodi der boobs chusne ke baad main sidha betha uske pero ke bich aur lund ko uski chut pe rub karne laga.

Neha: Nahi chachu… bina condom nahi.

Main: Darr mat.. kal ipill la dunga

Neha: Nahi. Maine kabhi ipill liya nahi hai. suna hai uska side effects hota hai.

Main: To kya har baar condom ke sath hi kiya hai kya?

Neha: Haan.

Tab mujhe confirm ho gaya woh pehle chud chuki hai.

Main: Kon tha woh nasib wala jisko tera pyaar mila? (wink karte hue)

Woh thoda sa sharmai. Baaton baaton mein uske muh se nikal jo gaya ki woh chud chuki hai..

Main: Bindas bol meri jaan. aaj se tu meri bhi girlfriend hai.

Neha: Woh to bas ek friend hai.

Main: Wah, friend ke sath sab kuch kar liya, nasib wala hai woh.

Neha thoda sharmane lagi.

Main: Dar mat, ipill safe hai.

Main ungli se uski chut ko sehlane laga. 2 ungli uski chut mein dali. ab chud chuki hai to takleef to honi nahi chahiye. Fir lund ko uski chut pe lgaya aur thoda push kiya.

Ya to uski chut tight thi, ya mera lund mota hai. Par ache se andar gaya nahi. Maine uske leg spread kiye aur ache se lund ko chut pe lgaya aur jhatka diya.

Neha: Sahhh chachu dhire karo.

Main: Teri chut tight hai meri jaan. Friend ache se chodta nahi hai kya?

Neha: Uska aapke jitna mota nahi hai, chachu.

Main: Mote se to aur maza aayega tujhe jaaneman

Maine aur ek jhatka diya. Maine uske leg ko pakad liya aur lund se jor se jhatka diya. woh aahh bhar rahi thi. Maine thode thode jhatke de de ke lund ko pura uski chut mein daal diya. Fir aage bend hoke uske boob ko dbaya aur chusa.

Fir wapas sidha hua aur lund ko uski chut mein andar bahar karne laga. Start mein dhire dhire kar raha tha. fir jab woh comfortable hui aur mze lene lagi, tab mein jor jor se jhatke dene laga. Fir maine uske dono leg upar ke side kiye jisse uski chut bhi thodi upar ho gayi.

Main uski chut ke upar aa ke jhatke dene laga. Jisse ki mera lund aur andar tak ja raha tha. Jor jor se lund ko andar bahar karne laga. woh aahh aahh aahhh kar rahi thi. Main jor jor se chodne laga. Bich bich mein hath uske boobs pe leke jata aur masalta.

Boobs ko masalte masalte ungli se nipple ko pakad ke khichta. Lund to uske chut ke andar hi jhatke de raha tha. Thodi der chodne ke baad woh boli

Neha: Chachu mera pani niklega

Main: Nikalne do jaan, wahi to chahiye na

Neha: Chachu aur jor se.

Main aur jor se jhatke dene laga. Ek hath uske right boob pe rakh ke tightly pakad liya aur masalne laga. Aur lund se jhatke dene laga. Uske body mein jese current laga ho. Main samaj gaya uska pani nikal raha hai.

Maine thode aur jhatke diye. Uska pani nikla. Fir main bend hoke uske lips pe lamba smooch kiya. Maine apna lund uski chut se nikala. wahan side mein ek chota sa area bnaya hua hai bartan saaf karne ke liye.

Maine usko bola waha jake apni chut se pura pani nikal de. Woh uth ke waha gayi aur susu ki position mein beth ke usne pura pani nikala. Wahan pas mein hi pade ek vessel se maine thoda pani nikal aur woh area ko clean kiya.

Fir woh khadi hui to maine usko piche se pakad liya. Dono hath uske boobs pe rakh ke dbane laga aur piche se shoulder pe lick karne laga.

Neha: Kya kar rahe ho chachu?

Main: Abhi aur pyaar karna hai meri jaan.

Neha: Kyun? aapka pani nahi nikla?

Main: Maine nikala hi nahi. Abhi 1 round aur ho sakta hai itna time to hai. Uske boobs ko masalne laga.

Neha thoda piche jhuk gayi mere pe aur aahh bhari. Maine uske boobs ko ache se masla. Fir ek hath niche leke jake uski chut rub ki. Fir maine usko push kar ke niche bithaya knee pe aur usko aage jhukaya.

Woh samaj gayi main piche se dalunga. Woh doggy position mein aa gayi. Maine ungli se uski gaand thodi rub ki. Neha dar gayi.

Neha: Nahi chachu, please wahan nahi.

Main: Thoda sa has ke.. darr mat, bas khel raha hu, dalunga nahi waha.

Maine uski gaand thodi si rub ki. Fir ungli ko uski chut pe leke gaya aur chut rub kiya. Ungli uski chut mein dali. Woh jhuk ke ready ho gayi. But uska position pura sahi nahi tha.

Maine usko aage jhukaya aur piche se gaand thodi upar ki. Fir lund ko uski chut pe lgaya aur andar push kiya. Iss baar lund easily andar chala gaya. Main piche se jhatke dene laga. Woh slim thi to gaand bhi choti hi thi.

To lund ache se andar tak ja raha tha. Maine bend hoke uske boobs pakad liye aur piche se jor jor se jhatke dene laga. Uske nipples pakad ke niche ki aur khichne laga. Fir hathon ko uske shoulder pe leke aaya.

Shoulder ko tightly pakad ke lund se jor jor se jhatke dene laga. Woh jor jor se ‘Aah’ karne lagi. But safe tha ki aawaz niche nahi jayegi. Main bhi jor jor se jhatke dene laga. Thodi der wese hi chodte raha.

Neha: Chachu wapas pani niklega.

Main: Ruk ja, sath mein nikalna hai

Ab main bhi ready ho gaya pani nikalne ke liye. Main jor jor ke jhatke dene laga. Acha feel ho raha tha piche se uski chut marne mein. Gaand pe bhi jhatka lag raha tha, boobs bhi dba raha tha piche se grope kar ke.

Woh aahh aaahh kar rahi thi. Bol rahi thi, “Chachu aur jor se kro. acha lag raha hai.” Main chodte raha. Uska body hilne laga. Main samaj gaya uska pani nikal raha hai ab. Maine bhi jhatke diye aur apna pani uski chut mein nikal diya.

Pura pani uski chut mein nikalne ke baad maine lund bahar nikala. Usne wapas woh side wali jagah pe jake pani nikal diya. Fir hum dono khade hue. Maine usko hug kiya, usne bhi mujhe pakda.

Lip lock kiye aur pyaar bhara smooch kiya. Ek dusre ke lips ko chus rahe the. Kiss karte karte maine uski gaand pakdi aur dbaya. Fir bend hoke uske boobs ko chusa.

Fir humne kapde pehne. Par jane ka maan nahi kar raha tha. To usko hug kar ke wapas kiss karne laga aur gaand pakad ke tightly hug kar raha tha. Kapdo ke upar se uske boobs dbaye.

Ab 4 baj chuke the. Hum niche gaye aur uske room mein jake woh apni jagah so gayi. Main uske upar aaya thodi masti karne. Lamba kiss kiya par iss baar silently. Uska tshirt bra upar kar ke boobs chusa thoda. Boobs chuste chuste uske pant mein hath daal ke chut rub ki.

Fir main mere hum umar wale logo ke sath jo room tha wahan jake so gaya. Wife wale room mein jata aur woh uth jati to problem hoti.

Aapko mera experience acha laga to [email protected] pe message/email kare. Lets share our experiences.

Hi doston, main Prince.

Aaj apko apni college ki kahani batane ja raha hoon, kese meri pados ki ladki ko maine choda. Aur uske saath threesome bhi kiya ek waiter ke saath.

Ek din main apne college se waapas aa raha tha, mujhe apni paas wali Rani kisi ladke ke saath ghoomti hui dikhai di. Maine ghar aa kar uske bhai ko ye baat bata di. Baad mein mujhe pata chala ki uske bhai ne use bahut maara. Wo mere paas aa kar next day bahut gussa hui. Iske baad aise hi kuch din nikal gaye aur maine ek din use message karke milne bulaya. Maine usse milke maafi maangi. Usne mujhe maaf kar diya, fir hamari baatein hone lagi aise hi call par. Kuch time mein hum ache friends ban gaye. Dheere dheere hum saath hi college ke baad milne lage.

Ab main use pasand karne laga tha. Wo 18 saal ki thi. Uski figure 36-28-36 rahi hogi. Uske boobs bahut bade the. Jyadatar wo top mein tight dikhte the. Mujhe uske boobs dekh kar unhen dabane ka mann hota tha. Ek din maine use propose kar diya. Usne bhi mera proposal accept kar liya. Ab hum daily kisi park mein milke time spend karte. Hum kabhi kabhi kiss kar lete the. Par humein jyada kuch karne ka mauka nahi mil raha tha, toh hum sirf call par sex ki baatein karte the. Usne mujhe apni nudes bhi send ki thi. Uski choot puri clean thi.

Usne bataya ki uske first year college mein uska classmate use like karta tha, tab un dono ne first time sex kiya tha. Ab tak wo 2 ladkon se chud chuki thi. Fir maine socha ise OYO le jau. Aur humne ek din college se bunk karke OYO chale gaye. Waha maine jate hi uske kapde utar kar use nanga kar diya.

Mere samne uske bade bade boobs nange the, maine ek boobs ko muh mein lekar use choosa shuru kiya, fir dusre ko dabate hue use bed par le gaya aur niche leta kar uski choot chatna shuru ki. Wo “aah… umm… yes baby… aur chuso…” bol rahi thi. Sex char gaya tha dono ko, fir wo mere niche aa kar mera lund muh mein bharkar chusne lagi. Maine use baalon se pakar kar niche se jhatke maar kar usme muh chod raha tha. Main use gaali de raha tha.

Main – Choos behen ki lodi teri jesi randi maine aaj tak nahi dekhi. Jis din maine tujhe us ladke ke saath park mein dekha tha, maine us hi din tujhe apni randi banane ka soch liya tha. Kya mast loda chusti hai tu.

Rani – Acha, tum bahut harami ho meri jaan.

Maine fir use doggy style mein lekar uske baal pakar kar kheenche aur daba kar chodna shuru kar diya.

Rani – Aah jaan, chodo mere raja umm yes baby. Itna maza mujhe aaj tak nahi aaya chudne mein.

Main – Teri gaand kha jaunga kutiya.

Fir maine lund nikal kar use missionary mein lekar uski choot par lund rakh kar jhatke dena shuru kiye.

Rani – Wo mujhse chudte hue mujhe bata rahi thi ki usne mere se chudane ke liye aaj hi jhante clean kari.

Rani ne mujhe niche leta kar mere upar baith kar mere lund par ride karna shuru kiya.

Main uske boobs ko muh mein lekar choos raha tha. Main kisi bache ki tarah uske nipples choos raha tha.

Maine use utha kar wall par juka kar uski gaand par marte hue kaha.

Main – Chal randi, ab teri gaand faadne wala hoon.

Rani – Chodo jaan, main ab apki hi hoon puri tarah. Bana lo mujhe apni rakhel.

Maine uske gaand par thook kar lund dala aur chodna shuru kiya, aise hi 15 min aur chodne ke baad maine uski gaand mein hi pani nikal diya.

Uski gaand se mera lode ka pani bahar aa raha tha aur wo apni ungliyon se use lekar chaat rahi thi.

Meri randi ab meri lund ki pyaasi ho gayi hai, ye dekh kar mujhe bahut khushi ho rahi thi.

Uske baad humne waiter ko bulaya.

Main – Bhai, mere girlfriend ko threesome karna hai, chhodega ise? (Bolte hue maine use bed par padi nangi Rani ko dikhaya)

Rani k jism ko dekh kar waiter dekhta hi reh gaya. Uske baad humne saath milke threesome kiya.

Wo meri girlfriend ke saath nanga hoker uski doggy style mein le raha tha.

Main – Chod behen ki lodi ko iski choot ka aaj bhosda bana de.

Rani ab pure josh mein aa chuki thi, wo bhi meri gaaliyon mein puri tarah saath de rahi thi.

Rani – Haan, chodo kutton mujhe chod chod kar rakhel bana do. Umm aah aah aah yes, fuck me harder yes umm.

Waiter – Sir, meri itni hot girlfriend ho toh uski choot mein hi lund daal kar baitha rahoon din raat. Aah, kya maza aa raha hai.

Fir maine Rani ki choot mein lund dala aur waiter ne uski gaand mein lund dala.

Ab hum dono use aage peeche se chod rahe the.

Rani – Maine aaj tak kabhi 2 lund ek saath nahi liye. Prince, tumne aaj mujhe jannat ki sair kara di. I love you, Prince.

Hum teeno ke badan pasine mein pani pani ho chuke the. Wo moan kar rahi thi. Uski choot se bahut pani nikal raha tha.

Is tabahi tod chudai ke baad humne uske muh mein apna lund ka pani nikala, jise wo pura pee gayi.

Rani – Chalo ab naha lete hain.

Fir hum dono nange hi bathroom mein gaye shower mein.

Main uske muh par moot raha tha, wo mere lund ke moot se nahate hue apne baal geele kar rahi thi.

Maine use dewaar se laga kar waha bhi shower mein use ek round aur choda, fir hum hotel se bahar aa gaye.

Us raat humne 2-3 ghante nude video call liya aur khoob sexy baatein ki… Tab usne kaha ki uski ek fantasy hai use hardcore sex karwana hai. Use BDSM bahut pasand hai.

Mujhe Rani ki ye baat sunke maza aa gaya.

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Fatima mellowed down a little, but the door kept banging. She tried to find a cloth to clean the mess I made. But she kept murmuring. I wiped my dick with the underwear and put my pants on. She pulled her scarf out, wiped her boobs and face.

As she bent down to lift her top, I spanked her ass. She turned back furiously, but who cares? She got dressed and tied her hair. While rearranging her make-up, she asked me to go and check the aisle.

I could not speak properly from the slap, but spanking her gave me a little pleasure. By opening the door, I sneaked out and intimated her to leave first, as the coast was clear.

Rohan, my proxy buddy, came to me, patted my back, and asked me, “How was it?” I behaved normally and kept on walking. He asked again, and I responded that she was angry with the scores if nothing else had happened.

Rohan: I am not asking about that asshole. I am asking about the sucking you got from her.

I stopped, and he showed me the small clip he had made of us.

Me: (yelling) What the Fuck man? Why the fuck did you do that?

Rohan: I, too, want to fuck her, and you will make that happen.

I pushed him with anger and asked him to screw himself. Later that night, I received my video with a warning to make it viral. I had to inform Fatima about it. My mind was playing 100 questions.

In the morning, I received a text from Fatima. She sounded stressed. I rushed to her place, and it appeared she was testing my feelings for her. She invited me in, and we hugged and kissed. I asked for her son, and she replied that he had left for college and would return in the evening.

I wanted to tell her about Rohan’s clip, but looking at her affections, I resisted. Fatima pushed me onto the couch nearby and came over to me. Looking at her face. It almost felt like a kid searching for the missing love. Her puppy eyes were so beautiful.

I caressed her face, and a slit of hair came over her cheek. I blew the air from my mouth to move the slit, but it came back to its original position. Holding the face between my hands, I pulled her towards me, kissing her cheek and lips. “I wanted to tell you something,” I uttered. She shushed me, and we began kissing.

This time, the kiss was passionate and intense. I straight away got a big boner. Fatima was enjoying rubbing her ass cheeks on it. She smiled and asked me to get rid of the clothes. I should have been happy, but Rohan’s smirk kept coming over, ruining the moment.

Anyhow, I got up and pulled my pants down. Fatima wasted no time in going on her knees to suck my cock. I unzipped her dress and rolled it over her shoulders. We both stood naked in front of each other for the first time.

Although Fatima had small boobs, her body was to be praised. Shiny and smooth skin, it felt like she had bathed in milk and rose petals. I kept rubbing her back, and she was busy sucking me. The way she pulled and then sucked my balls always hit me, but I liked it.

I was nearing my climax, and to prolong it, I had to let her leave my dick. I pulled her up and lifted her in my arms, laying her softly on the couch. I kissed her boobs and even her lips. She moaned softly and asked me to fuck her brutally.

I kept moving down, kissing every inch of her body and finally reached the edge of the cleaned-shaven pussy. I spread her legs and began to kiss on the pussy lips as soft as I could. I kept kissing the outer wall until Fatima held my head. She asked me to suck her good with my tongue.

“You do what your teacher asks you to do, right?” Like a good student, I initiated licking her pussy and took no time to insert my tongue inside of her pussy. I bit her softly, passing a current in her body. She shook her head and pulled her nipples, which were already hard.

I could not hold my erection anymore, so I started jerking it again softly. Fatima initiated rubbing her pussy, which suggested she was nearing her orgasm. I began sucking harder on the pussy. Her speed of rubbing the pussy, along with moaning, also increased.

She orgasmed while I was tongue fucking her. She laid back while her body was shaking from the orgasm she had. I hopped back up, pulling her towards me. I inserted my fully erect dick into her pussy and began to fuck her. Fatima’s pussy was tight enough as it was grasping my dick pretty well.

Her boobs could be seen swinging, and she was trying to grab her breath from all the thumping and the orgasm. I did not want her to feel fucked so brutally. Although she had asked for it, I slowed down a little. She could finally be seen responding to the thrusts as her moaning could be heard better now.

“Hmm… Give me more,” she uttered. I grasped one of her boobs to caress the nipple and finally held the other one to reciprocate.

“Fuck me harder,” she commanded by gripping my ass cheek within her thighs, pulling me further towards her. As a good student, I did what I was asked to do. She again began to rub her pussy.

I initiated thumping more aggressively than before. It seemed we both were nearing orgasms.

Fatima and I must have been minutes away from cumming when the door opened. Her son walked in with his dick in his hand. I could not stop at once, even from the shock and cum inside of her. She screamed, and I stood there lifeless.

I was looking at her son, who was staring at me in agony, but his dick speaks another story. I pulled out, and Fatima came at me with anger. I pointed towards the door. When she looked at the door, her world stopped.

A few years ago, I booked a dentist appointment. My regular six-month visit – with Dr. Chitra in a suburb of Dallas, Texas. I remember it was for 11 AM on a Friday in September. Still somewhat warm, but the evenings were beginning to cool down nicely.

After settling down in Dallas, I’d gotten started on a regime of weight and aerobic exercises. It kept me lean and strong even in my late thirties. The only thing lacking was periodic dental care. Now that I’d found Dr. Chitra, my dental concerns were almost gone. She was good at what she did.

The day before the appointment, I received a call from the Doctor’s office.

“The Doctor would like you to come by later in the afternoon, around 5 PM. Can you make it, Mr. Sharma?” the office manager-cum-receptionist, Jennifer, asked me.

“Sure, I’ll make myself available at 5 PM, Jen,” I told her. That’s all the better, I thought. It gave me an excuse to leave my office early on that Friday afternoon. With some luck, I thought, I’d avoid all that heavy traffic along Highway 75.

When I reached her office at 4:50, I was surprised to see my Doctor waiting for me at her office. Jen, the receptionist, was gone, as was Dr. Edwards. He shared the dental practice with Dr. Chitra and the dentist’s assistant.

“Where’s everybody?” I asked, a little surprised. The office was deserted, except for the Doctor and me.

Dr. Chitra smiled. She had this nice, cheerful smile, like someone who wished to convey radiance. She was a Tamil Brahmin lady in her mid-thirties. Dark-complexioned, petite, with an energetic, infectious personality.

I’m from India, too – from Central India. Being in my late thirties at the time, I couldn’t help having been attracted to this female dentist. I’d been coming to her for nearly two years now. Since I excelled at conversing about almost anything under the sun, I thought we always got along well.

Although we were both married and in our thirties, she never displayed any inhibitions while talking to me. She’d talk about the local Indian cultural scene one moment and about her married life the next.

“Dr Edwards left early today, Mr Sharma. Since you were the last appointment for me, I gave my assistant and Jen an early start to their weekend. Hope you won’t mind being bored by me for the next 45 minutes?”

“Why should I?” I responded, feeling thrilled for unknown reasons. I couldn’t tell what the Doctor had in mind, but this was progressing in the right direction.

A few minutes later, Dr. Chitra had me lying down on the chair, working my teeth on the right side. She’d been talking about her family’s upcoming trip to Chicago when she stopped speaking all of a sudden.

“Mr Sharma,” she hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I hope you don’t mind if I ask you for a little assistance while I’m busy cleaning your teeth?”

“No problems at all!”

“Well, I don’t know how to put this, but I’ve been having an itch for the last several minutes. The sweltering heat of Dallas does something to me! Maybe Jen turned down the AC when she left. I’m sweating all over. In any case, I’m wearing my gloves and holding a dental pick. I’d appreciate it if, you know, you can scratch my itch over there.”

I was a little bewildered but managed: “Sure, Doctor. Where do you want me to scratch?”

“On my errr — my left breast,” she responded. “I’m asking you because I trust you and probably won’t have asked any other patient to do this for me. Surely you won’t mind?”

“Well,” I responded. My heart was racing by now. “Anything to be of help. But can I first open the buttons on your lab coat? That way, I can scratch better?”

“Sure, you may unbutton the top two,” she instructed me.

Leaning to my left, I reached over to the top of her lab coat and unbuttoned the top two.  She was wearing a light green top, which fit her body nicely. Her breasts were a little bigger than I’d imagined. Slightly bigger than C-cup, probably, I estimated.

“Where should I start?” I asked.

“Near my – you know – nipple.”

I reached for the left breast and started scratching. Her nipple, which was dormant to start with, hardened a little, apparent even though she was wearing a bra and a top. I went around the nipple and gently scratched it.

“Is this good enough?” I asked.

“Well,” she responded. “I have no idea what’s going on. It’s really itchy. Please scratch a little harder.”

“Will it help if I unbutton your top?” I asked matter-of-factly.

She nodded. “Well, I guess so.”

A minute later, I’d unbuttoned her top and was scratching her left breast over her bra.

“Mr. Sharma, if you don’t mind, you can now shift your effort to my right breast,” she said at length.

“Sure,” I responded. “However, before I do so, I must let you know your bra is quite hard, Doctor. Should I remove it? I mean, not if you’re uncomfortable, you know.”

“Well, just to make your job easier, I’ll agree to your proposal.”

She put down her equipment and took off her lab coat. A moment later, she’d taken off her top in one swift motion. She continued to wear her gloves, however. It occurred to me she could have easily taken off her gloves and scratched herself. But it was not the right time to debate such trivial points.

She turned, and I unhooked her bra. I gently removed it and kept it on the armrest. Her breasts now popped out and were absolutely glorious! They were medium size, full and firm. They were not sagging, nor were they pert or pokey. The nipples were large, although not hard at the moment.

The areolas were dark brown and extended uniformly around the nipples. I stared at what could well have been two ripe, inviting fruits. She came closer and leant forward.

I took her breasts in my hands and gave them a light squeeze. I then started rubbing around the nipples gently. Quite soon, the nipples became hard.

“Aah,” she said.

I kneaded the breasts and encircled my fingers around her nipples for a few seconds. She thrust her breasts closer to my face.

“Perhaps it would help if I sucked your nipples?” I asked.

“I agree. That may be the best course of action,” she responded.

She adjusted the patient’s chair so that I was now almost lying horizontally. She came forward and lowered her breasts until they touched my face. I took her left one into my mouth first. I encircled her nipple with my tongue and sucked on it.

“Mmmm….” she said.

I worked on her breasts for the next five minutes. She began moaning. Her breathing became shallower. She looked up and kept resting her hands on the chair’s armrest. She finally looked down at me, smiled, and said, “Mr. Sharma, you may stop now.”

She stood straight now and picked up her bra. Her breasts were swollen and red. The nipples looked moist and hardened. She smiled as she got dressed.

After a moment, she went, “Mr Sharma, you have satisfied me today! The heat of Dallas does something to me, for sure. Glad you came by today!”

“Well,” I responded. “Any time for my favourite dentist!” I was being truthful. I couldn’t quite imagine being asked to perform such a service by any other dentist – whether in India or the US.

“Are you sure you’re not itching anywhere, Mr Sharma?” She asked, smiling.

“Now that you bring it up,” I replied, “I do have something going on in my groin area. Could you maybe take your gloves off and scratch me there?” I asked, hopefully.

“Sure!” She went. “It may help if you take off your trousers?”

I quickly unzipped and lowered my pants.

“Where?” She asked.

I pointed to just below my underpants on my right thigh.

She began to scratch.

“A little higher,” I said.

“Ok.” She began to scratch and was now touching the edge of my underwear.

“It’s actually a little higher,” I said. “Can I take off my underwear?”

“I guess,” she responded. “I would like to make sure you’re satisfied. Please do.”

A moment later, I was lying down naked on the patient chair. She kept scratching higher and higher. Now her hands touched my dick, which was beginning to get erect. Presently, she held my dick with her left hand and continued scratching with her right hand inside my pubic hair and balls.

My dick was now fully erect and throbbing. I have a reasonably-sized dick, which tends to get bigger with the right stimulus. There was some serious stimulus indeed: a beautiful Indian woman, topless, with perfect breasts. Dr Chitra glanced at the head of my tool from time to time.

“Strangely enough,” I said, “I’m getting an itch on my dick itself!”

“Is that right?”

“Yes! Could you maybe take my dick into your mouth and give it a good sucking? It may help!”

“You know what, that may very well be the answer!” She responded.

A moment later, she was kneeling on the floor and reaching behind and pulling her hair back, and starting to suck on my dick.

I just closed my eyes and smiled. A half hour ago, when I’d come in, I had no idea this was in store!

Dr. Chitra was an expert sucker. Her tongue-flicking routine, with her hands weaving in and out of my pubic area, brought wave upon wave of ecstatic sensations. In about four minutes, I was ready.

“Look out, I’m cumming!” I said.

She didn’t stop. A few seconds later, I exploded in her mouth. She kept sucking for a few more moments. Then she stopped and licked me clean.

I dressed up fully now and gratefully said: “Dr Chitra, I can’t thank you enough! Your service today was exemplary.”

“You’re my best patient, Mr. Sharma. The attention you provided me today was quite flattering, actually.”

“Well, I must admit I’m partial to South Indian women,” I admitted. “I appreciate their dark-skinned beauty and can relate to them easily, having lived in Bangalore for a few years.”

Half an hour later, she’d finished cleaning my teeth. As I finished paying and began to head for the door, she stopped me.

“Mr. Sharma, let me schedule your next appointment, say in mid-March of next year. I have two slots available on March 16th: 10:30 AM and 5:00 PM. Which would you prefer?”

“5:00 PM would be great. You know, we may end up with a situation like today, with the staff away, and that won’t be entirely unfavourable.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” she said. “It so happens that sometimes I get an itch in another part of my body, a bit lower than where it occurred today. Would it be too much if I asked you again for some – um, expert assistance – during your next visit?”

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To Pooja ki suhagraat suru hoti hai. Aur Papa apni beti ki blouse phad usse nirvastra kar dete hai. Woh viagra kha Pooja ki chut ko aise daanton se kaat kaat kar kahate ki Pooja paglon ki tarah chillane lagti. Woh jor jor se siskiyan le rahi thi.

Pooja apne Papa ko maze se unke baal pakad acche se apni chut chatwa rahi thi. Maine jaise hi Pooja ki chut par barf lagaya. Papa aur josh mein aa gaye. Woh ab apni beti ki chut ko jeeb se andar kar chaatne lage. Pani ki boondon ko aise uski chut par se chatte ki uski puri chut unke munh mein hoti.

Pooja apni gaand utha uthakar unse chut chatwa rahi thi. Kya nazara tha woh. Ab toh uski chut ki thukai kar waqt ho chuka tha.

Pooja – Bas karo ab karo na Papa. Meri chut ab aur intezar nahi kar sakti. Aao na Papa bhaiya meri chut mein aag lagi hai. Dono milkar isse bhuja do na. Papa phad dalo na meri chut. Aao na daal do na meri chut mein apka mota lund. Mujhe apne lund ki sawari karwao na Papa.

Papa – Haan Pooja. Tum dekhti jao kaise tumahri yeh phudi main phadta hoon. Tum sambhal toh logi ne mera ye mota lund. Tumhari yeah nazuk chut mein bahut dard hoga.

Main – Woh le legi apka lund Papa. Usse bahut experience hai. Ek kya woh do do lund le legi.

Papa – Baap re Pooja mujhe bhi toh dikhao. Ab toh maine tumhe tumhari chut dhikhayi ki gift bhi de di hai. Ab toh tumhari chut ki opening karni hi padegi.

Aur fir kya tha Papa chut par thuk lagate hai. Aur apna mota khada lund lekar Pooja ki chut par marne lagte hai.

Pooja – Aah.. Waah. Papa. Arram se. Kitna sundar hai. Kitna bada hai. Jaldi se isse daal do na meri chut mein.

Papa ab uski chut par jor jor se apna lund marte hai aur Pooja aur madhosh hokar apni chuchiyon ko masalti huyi. Apna pair phelakar acche se unhe chut deti.

Fir kya tha. Papa dhere dheer uski chut mein lund dalne lagte aur Pooja ki siskiyan tez honne lagti. Kuch hi paal mein Papa ka pura lund Pooja ki chut mein hota. Aur woh chikh padti.

Pooja – Aaah Papa. Nahi. Ohhh ho. Papa dard ho raha ha.

Ab Papa uski chut mein jhatke dena chalo karte hai. Lund pura ka pura andar bahar ho raha tha. Uski chut ko woh aise phad raha tha ki mujhe dekh kar hi maza anne laga. Papa ab uski dono chuchiyon ko pakad. Jor jor se dabate huye chodne lage.

Kuch der usse waise hi chodte hai. Pooja machalti rahi. Maine akar uska haath pakad liya. Aur ab Papa ne uske dono pair apne khande par rakha. Aur fir kya tha Pooja ki chut mein jor jor se lund ko andar bahar karne lage.

Pooja sab kucha bhula jor jor se chilate huye chudai karwa rahi thi. Usk chut ne kabka pani chood diya par Papa ka lund shaat nahi ho raha tha. Woh jor jor se lund ko andar bahar karte rahe.

Uski chut ki aisi thukai ho rahi thi. Pooja bilkul madhosh hokar kabhi apne balon ko toh kabhi apni chuchiyon ko dabati. Papa ab usse apne goad mein bitha lete aur.

Pooja unki goad mein nangi hokar uchal uchal kar chudai karwane lagi. Pooja ke nange jism ko woh charo taraf chu rahe the. Usse itne kaas kar apni bahoon mein bhaarkar usse apne lund par khuda rahe the.

Pooja kai baar jhaad jaati hai. Woh jaise nashe mein thi. Uski khussi ka thikana nahi tha. Uski aisi chudai dekh ab mujhe se bhi raha nahi gaya. Pooja bhi meri betabi dekh mujhe bhi apni chudai karne ke liye bula leti.

Pooja – Bhaiya dekho na Papa ka lund kaise meri chut mein ja raha hai. Aap bhi aao na dono milkar aaj meri itni chudai karo ki main do din tak apni chut par marham lagati phirun. Chod chod kar meri chut lal kardo na Papa.

Fir kya tha main bhi apne kapde utar behen ke nange jism par toot pada. Main piche se akar uski chuchiyon ko jor jor se dabane laga. Aur Papa usse apne lund par khudate rahe.

Apne baap aur apne bhai se Pooja ek saath chudwa rahi thi. Dono khuleaam chaat par uski jawani ka maza loot rahe the. Pooja bhi muri madhosi mein apni chudai ka maza le rahi thi.

Pooja – Bhaiya chuchiyon ko jyada maat dabao na. Woh bade ho jayengen bhaiya. Fir meri saheliya mujhe bahut chidayenge.

Main – Pooja inhe toh aaj itna dabayunga ki aaj hi isse santre se karbujja bana dunga.

Aur aisa kehkar maine uski boobs ko aur jor se masalne lagta. Main usse kiss karna huya uski dono chuchiyon ko dono haathon se daba raha tha. Uski komal chuchiyon ka main toh dewana tha.

Papa usse apne goad se jaise utarte hai. Woh apne ghutno ke baal aa jaati aur apni mast gand Papa ki aur kar unhe dikhati. Pooja ab mere lund ko apne munh mein lekar chusne lagti.

Pooja ki mast gand Papa ke samne thi. Aur Papa se ab apni beti ki mast nangi gand dekh raha nahi jaata. Fir kya tha. Woh apna lund lekar piche se hi usse kutiya ki tarah chodna chalu karte hai.

Woh Pooja ki gand ko marte huye jaise hi apna lund uski gand mein satate Pooja daar jaati.

Pooja – Nahi Papa. Nahi piche se nahi bahut dard hogaa. Ruko. Please aaram se.

Par Papa pure josh mein the. Woh usse marte huye usse kutiya ki tarah piche se uski chudai karne lagte hai. Aaj unhe koi nahi rok sakta tha. Apni beti ki aisi chudai toh unhone sapne mein bhi nahi dekha hoga.

Main – Dekha Papa Pooja ko kaise kutiya bana diya apne. Kaise do lund le rahi hai.

Papa – Haan Rajeev. Aah. Yeah din toh kabhi nahi bhul payunga. Maza hi aa gaya. Thanks Pooja. Rajeev. Tum dono ne kita special feel karwaya hai mujhe.

Pooja – Thanks maat bolo Papa. Aap itna kuch karte ho hamare liye. Maine toh bas apni jawani di hai apko. Aaj se main roz apko aise special feel karwayungi.

Main – Dekha Papa hamari yeh paltu kutiya haan kaise chudai ki bhuki hai. Aaj se yeah apki kutiya bankar hi rahegi.

Pooja – Haan Papa main aap dono ki paltu kutiya bankar rahungi. App dono ki sex slave hoon main. Jaab jahan jaise meri chudai karni ho main tyaar hoon.

Papa – Waah Rajeev meri beti meri paltu kutiya banegi yeah toh sapne jaisa lagta hai. Aisa hai toh aaaj kutiya mera lollipop bhi ready hai. Isse bhi apne hooton se laga lo na.

Fir kya tha. Pooja ab Papa ka lund chusne lagti hai. Papa aur jyada betab ho uthte hai. Pooja ke hooth lagte hi. Woh pagal honne lagte hai. Akhir unki beti unka lund chuss rahi thi. Woh Pooja ki ballon ko pakad kar apna lund chuste.

Aur fir main niche jhuk Pooja ki chut chatne lagta. Kya hasin pal tha woh. Dono baap beta Pooja ko jaanat ki shair karwa rahe teh. Pooja ko aisa maza aaj tak nahi mila tha.

Kuch der aise hi choosna aur chaatna chalta hai. Papa ab usse goad mein utha leta hai. Aur apne lund par kudate huye chaat par ghumane lagte hai.

Papa – Chalo Pooja thoda ghum ayen. Chalogi na aise ghumne.

Pooja – Haan Papa jayungi. Main toh apki palu kutiya hoon. Le chalo apni iss kutiya ko jahan lejana chahte hoon.

Papa – Kya tadap hai Pooja ko apni izat ki koi parwa hi nahi. Issne toh apni sari sharamo haya bech khai hai.

Main – Kaise sharam ayegi Papa. Pooja toh pehle bhi road par nangi apni chudai karwa chuki hai. Dekhoge Papa uski chudai ki video. Apni beti ke karname dekhoge.

Pooja – Mere ya apke bhaiya. Papa bhaiya ne us din ki maar ka badla meri izat nilam karwaka liya. Apni behen ko aise bedardi se chudwaya hai. Aisa badla bhi koi leta hai apni behen se.

Papa – Aisa kya kiya tha Rajeev ne. Ab toh mujhe cd dekhne ka dil karne laga. Chalo na abhi cd dekhte hai.

Pooja – Maat dekho Papa apko bahut bura lagega woh cd dekh. Apki beti ki chut ki kaise grand opening huyi thi. Bhaiya ne kaise khuleaam road par meri izat nilam karwa di thi

Main – Par tumhe bhi toh maza aya na Pooja. Warna aaj yahan aise kahan chud rahi hoti. Sach kaho Pooja Papa se chudai karwane mein kaisa laga. Apne bhaiya aur Papa ko apni dene mein alag maza hai kyun.

Pooja – Haan bhaiya aaj toh jannat ka maza mil gaya mujhe. Papa ne jaab itne pyaar se meri panty utari main toh pagal ho gayi thi apni chut unhe dene ke liye. Kitna tadpaya hai unhe humdono ne milkar.

Papa – Haan Pooja. Jaab bathroom mein tumdono ko chudai karte dekha toh. Main tadap kar reh gaya tha. Dil toh kar raha tha. Andar akar tumhari chut chaat wahi patak kar tumhe chodu Pooja.

Pooja – Toh aye kyun nahi Papa. Bathroom ka darwaja maine khula hi choda tha. Bhaiya toh apko dikhane ke liye hi darwaje ki aur mun karkar mujhe chod rahe the.

Papa – Baap re. Par accha hi huya Pooja warna tumhari yeah suhagrat kaise mainti. Aaj toh tumhari suhagraat ki achi training ho gayi. Shaadi ke baat tumhe taqlif kaam hogi.

Papa – Ab chalo na woh cd dekhte hai. Mujhse toh sabar hi nahi raha.

Abhi raat ke 1 baaj raha tha. Wahan ass paas koi nahi tha. Gehra sanata tha wahan.

Main – Aisi baat hai toh Papa chalo soffa aur tv yahin chaat par le aate hai. Pooja ki chudai ki video aaj yahin chaat par dekhenge. Bahut accha lagega.

Pooja – Bhaiya apko aisa idea kahan se aata hai. Mujhe jalil karne ka ek se ek plan hai apke pass.

Main – Woh toh hai Pooja. Ab chalo woh apni chudai ki cd toh le aao.

Fir kya Papa aur main dono milkar sofa aur tv chaat par set kar dete hai. Jaise kisi movie dekhte the aaj Pooja ki chudai ki video dekhne wale the.

Fir kya video challo hoti hai. Aur Papa dekhte hai. Kaise unki beti sirf panty mein kaise bistar par padi hai aur 4 log uske nange jism se khel rahe hai.

Pooja ko paap tv ki aur mun kar apne lund par betha lete hai. Aur uski pith kiss karte huye uski dono chuchiyon ko dabate huye Pooja ki video dekh rahe the.

Papa – Hay bhagwan. Pooja wahan kitne log hai. Aisie kitne logon ke bich nangi padi ho.

Main – Age age dekho paapa apni betiya ke karname.

Fir woh dekhe hai kaise main uski panty phadta hoon. Aur kaise saab usse garden mein le jaate hai. Pooja ko garden mein nangi nahate aur sabse chudwate dekh Papa dang reh jaate hai.

Papa – Pooja yeh kya kiya tumne kaise khuleaam aise nangi itne logon se chudwa rahi ho. Tumhe kya thodi si bhi sharam nahi ayi. Aur yeh huya kya tha isse.

Pooja – Main apne hosh mein kahan thi Papa. Bhaiya ne mujhe chudai aur nashe ki dawa di thi. Main apne hoso hawas gawa kar unse chud rahi thi. Abhi toh dekho appa age. Bhaiya kaise mujhse badla lete hai.

Aur jaise hi woh Pooja ko road par kutiya ki tarah un body builder ke haathon chudte dekhte hai. Unhe Pooja par taras aa jata hai.

Papa – Pooja kaise dono tumhari chut phad rahe hai. Kitni behrehmi se meri Pooja ki chod rahe hai sale. Rajeev itne besharam ho tum. Aisa badla liya apni behen se. Aise body builders ke haathon chudai karwayi Pooja ki.

Main – Main kya karta Papa main gusse mein tha. Pooja se badla lene ki dhun mein maine yeh saab kiya. Sorry Pooja.

Pooja – Ab sorry kehne se kya hoga bhaiya. Meri izat toh road par nilam kar di. Kitna dard huya tha meri chut mein.

Main – Par manna padega Papa. Kaise sabko bula bula kar Pooja apni chut de rahi thi. Aisa toh porn mein dekha tha maine. Kabhi socha tha Papa apni beti ki porn video dekhoge aise.

Papa – Kya din dekhna pad raha hai sach. Yeah toh sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha. Par aaj dekho apni beti ke saath suhagraat manayi aur ab usse lund pe kudate huye uski hi chudai ki video dekh rahaa hoon. Par saach kya chudi hai Pooja. Yeah video dekhkar toh koi bhi Pooja ki chudai ke liye tadap uthega. Kya madmast chudai huyi hai.

Main – Ek baar nahi Papa do baar chuda chuki hai. Dusri baar toh pure hosh mein road par chudi thi.

Pooja – Haan toh doston ke samne meri panty kisne phadi thi. Kaise mujhe bandhkar apne doston ke samne mujhe nirvastra kar paros diya tha. Toh main majboor thi unhe apni chut dene ko. Warna meri video porn site par daal dete.

Papa – Puri randiyon ki tarah chudwa rahi thi tum. Dono bhai behen sari laaj sharam bech khai hai.

Pooja – Aap bhi toh kaam nahi Papa. Yeah chudai ki bhuk hi aisi hai. Mujhe apne bhaiya se aur apko apni beti se chudwane ko majboor kar deti hai.

Main – Paar ab kaisi sharam ab toh hum jo chahe kar sakte hai. Pooja jara Papa ki gift ki huyi babydoll wali lingerie toh pehen kar dikhao. Hum bhi toh dekhen isme tum kaisi dikhti ho.

Pooja – Haan par Papa aap pehnaoge toh pehenungi.

Fir kya tha Papa khussi khussi uski pink babydoll usse apne haathon se pehnate hai. Pooja ki khussi ka thikana nahi tha. Uske badan par woh transparent babydoll kya lag rahi thi.

Woh akar humdono ke bich sofe par beth jaati hai. Aur humdono uski ek ek chuchi dabakar uski dress par se hi uski chut ko sehlate hai.

Papa – Kya pyari laag rahi ho Pooja. Aaj se gharpar aise hi rehna bas yeh pehenkar. Tumhe aise dekhne mein bahut accha lagega.

Pooja – Haan Papa aap jaise bologe waisa hi karungi apni paltu jo hoon. Par ab chalo na neend aa rahi hai mujhe.

Aur aise bolkar woh bistar par let jaati. Hum bhi ab uske saath wahin chaat par nange so jaate. Hamari dekha dekhi woh apni lingerie nikal kar phek deti hai. Teeno raat wahin chaat par Pooja ke nange jism se lipat kar so jaate hai.

Toh kaisi lagi Pooja ki yeah suhagraat. Aur kaun kaun apne Papa aur bhai se ek saath chudai karwayi hai. Comment mein jarur bayatyen.

ISS ke sabhi readers ko mera namaskaar. Mera naam Rasbhari hai. Ye kahani mein hindi mein likhne jaa raha hu, kyunki mujhe aisa lagta hai ki hindi mein jazbaat ache se baahar aa sakte hai. To sabse pehle meri body se start karte hai.

Bachpan se hi mera figure thoda ladkiyon jaisa hi raha hai, aur lund to khada hoke bhi sirf 2 inch ka hi rehta hai. Abhi mera figure hai 38-36-46. Ab apni gaand marane ki kahani shuru karta hu.

Mujhe bachpan se hi auraton ke kapde pehanne ka shaunk tha. Bachpan mein main apni behan ki bra, panty, blouse aur petticoat pehan kar khud ko mirror mein dekhta rehta. Thoda real dikhne ki liye main bra ke cups mein cotton bhi daal liya karta tha.

Wo sab kuch pehan kar mujhe bahut hi acha sa feel hota tha. 1 din meri sister ne mujhe ye sab kuch pehne hue dekh liya, aur parents ko bata diya. Jaise hi unhe pata chala unhone kuch time mein hi mujhe ghar se baahar 1 strict boarding school mein daal diya. Wahan kuch karne ko to nahi mil raha tha. But mann hi mann wo sab kuch bahut yaad aata tha.

Ab hua ye ki 12th mein main 1 saal fail ho gaya aur school change karna pada. Fir mujhe junior college mein daal diya gaya. Jab main apne college pahuncha tab mujhe koi idea nahi tha ki meri life ek ajeeb mod lene wali thi. Hostel mein hum do log sath mein the, main aur Vikas.

Vikas hi wo mard tha jisne mere andar chhupi aurat ko pehchaan liya tha. Waise Vikas dekhne mein koi bahut zyada handsome to nahi tha. Wo sirf ek average dikhne wala ladka tha. Par fir bhi pata nahi kyun mujhe wo dekhne mein handsome lagta tha. Hostel mein hamara bed bhi sath mein hi tha, to hum dono sath mein hi sote the. Dheere-dheere hum ache dost ban gaye the, aur har time sath hi rehte.

Ek raat hum dono drink karke aaye, aur aake so gaye. Ek-dum se aadhi raat ko meri neend khuli, aur maine notice kiya ki Vikas mera lund choos raha tha. Mujhe bahut acha laga. But main use dikhana nahi chaahta tha apni feelings. So maine usse gussa hone ki acting ki, aur doosri side face karke sone ki acting karne laga. But raat bhar neend nahi aa rahi thi. 2-3 din hamne baat nahi ki. But mera mann bhi ho raha tha.

Fir ek din maine usko ache se sharaab pilayi, aur uski side apni gaand dikha kar sone ki acting karne laga. Nashe ki wajah se usme bhi josh bhara hua tha, aur mere sone aur nashe ka faida utha kar wo mere maze lena chaahta tha.

Fir dheere-dheere usne meri pant aur underwear utaar diye, aur meri gaand ki upar apna hath ferne laga. Main bhi nashe ki acting karke uska poora sath de raha tha. Maine uski side apna face kiya, aur apne boobs ko uske hath se touch karane laga. Dheere-dheere usne mere boobs press karne shuru kiye, aur fir zor-zor se dabane laga, jisse maine moaning karna start kar diya.

Ab because hum hostel mein the, to mere moans ko control karne ki liye usne mujhe kiss karna shuru kar diya. Is sab ke baad to jaise mere badan mein aag hi lag gayi thi. Aisa laga raha tha ki ab tak main is sab ke liye hi intezaar kar raha tha.

Kuch time ye sab karne ki baad maine apna hath uske lund ki taraf badhaya. Mujhe pehli baar kisi aur ka lund pakad kar bahut hi achi feeling aa rahi thi. Maine uske lund ko stroke karna start kiya. Fir maine use apne se door kiya, aur uske lund ke paas pahunch gaya.

Pehle maine uske lund ko apni tongue se lick karna start kiya. Pehle lund ko lick kiya. Fir balls ko lick kiya, aur last mein tip ko lick kiya lick. 1st time mein taste bahut hi kharaab laga. But jab badan mein aag lagi ho, to kuch bhi matter nahi karta.

Maine turant hi uska lund apne muh mein le liya, aur 1 pyaasi raand ki tarah suck karne laga. 5 minute suck karne ki baad usne mujhe fir apne paas bula liya, aur mere boobs se khelne laga. Fir Vikas mere upar aa gaya, aur coconut oil ki bottle se kaafi saara oil meri gaand mein daalne laga.

Jaise-jaise oil meri gaand mein touch ho raha tha, mujhe samajh mein aa raha tha ki aaj mujhe wo charam sukh milne wala tha, jiske liye main hamesha se tadapta raha hu. Fir usne meri dono taangein apne shoulder pe rakhi, aur dheere-dheere andar push karna start kiya.

Ab tak meri gaand virgin thi, isliye and jqa hi nahi raha tha. To usne ek bahut zor ka dhakka maara, jisse uska lund mere andar ghus hi gaya. Dard ki maare meri cheekh nikalne lagi thi. Us awaaz ko kam karne ki liye usne apne 1 hath se mera muh zor se daba diya. Fir apne lund ko dheere-dheere andar-baahar karne laga, aur mujhe bahut zor se jalan ho rahi thi.

Meri gaand se lahu bhi nikal raha tha, aur aansu bhi nikal aaye. But wo sirf chod raha tha.10 minute tak chodne ke baad wo mere andar hi jhad gaya, aur meri gaand ko apne rass se bhar diya. Aur us time hi usne mujhe naam diya tha Rasbhari. Mujhe bhi bahut acha sa feel ho raha tha. Dard to tha hi, par marwane ki khushi bhi bahut thi.

Hum dono ne kuch time aur kiss kiya. Uske baad hum dono so gaye kyunki agle din college bhi jana tha. Next morning jab main so kar utha to chalne ki haalat hi nahi thi. Fir bhi kisi tarah se ready ho ki hum dono college ke liye nikal gaye.

Meri chaal bilkul hi badal gayi thi. Us raat ki baad meri life ek bahut hi mazedar turn lene wali thi. Hamne agle 6 months tak bahut hi maze kiye, aur poora time sabse alag ho kar sirf ek-doosre ke sath mein hi rehne lage the.

Iske aage Vikas ne kya-kya kiya apni Rasbhari ki sath, ye main aap sab ko next part mein bataunga. Tab tak ke liye umeed karta hu jo maza mujhe apni marwate time aaya, wahin maza aapko ye padhte time aaya ho. To milte hai next part mein.