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Hola! Yeh mera ek purana post hai jo ek alag portal se liya gaya hai. Kaafi logon ne meri kahaniyon ka Hinglish version maanga tha, to socha ki shuruaat un kahaniyon se karun jo yahan nahi hai.

Characters

Priya – 24 saal ki ladki, is kahani ki hero
Kevin – 32 saal ka aadmi, Priya ka office colleague
Sameer – 27 saal ka aadmi, Priya ka fiancé/shohar
Arjun – 19 saal ka ladka, Priya ka bhai
Sangeeta – 27 saal ki aurat, Kevin ki biwi

The Job
2003 se 2012 tak, call centers aur BPOs ka zamana tha, mujhe abhi bhi yaad hai log in jobs ko kitna neeche dekhte the. Hamari padosi Sharadha Aunty meri Mom ko bolti thi ki yeh kitna ganda hai ki jawan ladkiyaan raat ko kaam karein.

Yeh ek tarah ka taana tha meri Mom ko kyunki main graveyard shift mein hoti thi. Relatives aur doston ko thodi si wakt lagi yeh samajhne mein ki har job jahan aurtein taiyaar hoke raat ko ghar se niklein, woh sex work nahi hoti.

Mujhe paisa aur din mein araam se sona pasand tha. Par iska asar mere body pe padne laga. Meri aankhon ke neeche dark circles banne lage, halanki main 10 ghante soti thi.

Main tab 24 ki thi aur mera bhai Arjun 19 ka. Woh ek chalu ladka tha, Mummy-Papa se pocket money leta aur fir bhi mujhe poore mahine paise ke liye tang karta. Na woh smoke karta tha, na drink, acha ladka tha.

Par ek 2nd hand motorbike ka deewana tha. Mujhe abhi bhi yaad hai woh bike (RD 350). Woh mujhe baar-baar bolta ki yeh duniya ka sabse cool do-pahiya hai. Har weekend woh mechanic ki dukaan pe time bitata.

Fir mujhe phone karke bolta ki kuch modifications kiye hai.  Main bas thumbs up dikhati thi ki acha lag raha hai. Par sach bolun to mujhe sab same hi dikhta tha.

2 saal baad, maine finally BPO industry chhodne ka faisla kiya, chahe mujhe shuruaat se start kyun na karna pade. Ek din mujhe ek Supply Chain Company ke corporate office mein Associate ki job mil gayi. Tab tak main ghar se nikal chuki thi. Apne ab ke husband Sameer ke saath live-in relationship mein thi.

Wahan ka work culture bilkul alag tha. Serious mard aur aurtein laptops leke idhar-udhar bhaagte. Meeting ke liye double-booked conference rooms pe ladte. Nayi thi to mujhe ek mentor diya gaya. Meri kismat se mera mentor ek shaadi-shuda banda tha, naam Kevin.

Woh smart, witty aur apne kaam mein acha tha. Par mujhe kai ladkiyon ne chetavni di ki usse sambhal ke rehna. Mujhe lagta hai main samajh gayi thi. Kevin ek cartoon jaisa tha, apne dimaag mein jo aata woh bol deta.

Ek din hum cafeteria mein baithe the, aur finance department ki ek ladki wahan se guzri. Kevin ne turant aah bhari aur bola, “Hey Priya, dekho woh tight bubbly ass.”

Mujhe woh baat bohot uncomfortable lagi. Main sochne lagi kya woh mere baare mein bhi aise sochta hai? Maine ghoor ke Kevin ko dekha, to usne kandhe uchaal ke bola, “Kya?! Woh hot thi! Sach bolna mana hai kya?”

Main: Tumhari biwi ko pata hai tum kitne gande ho?

Kevin: Bilkul nahi, tumhare paas uska number to nahi hai na?

Achanak se!

Kevin: To kaam ke baad, mere saath hotel room mein chalogi aur nange honge?

Main: Tere sapne mein hi hoga, dost.

Kevin: Fir kam se kam apni panty de do, please?

Main: Pehle to main apne fiancé ke saath rehti hoon aur hum jaldi shaadi karne wale hai. Par agar main nahi bhi hoti tab bhi tera koi chance nahi tha. Main tere league se bahar hoon, buddhe.

Kevin: Ouch! Yeh dard hua, par tu mujhe ghar jaake tere baare mein soch ke muth marne se nahi rok sakti. Shayad main us finance wali ladki ko bhi apne khayalon mein add kar lunga. Uski pussy aur ass chaatunga jab tak main jhad nahi jata.

Main: Eyuu! Yeh baat apne tak rakhni chahiye thi! Mujhe lagta hai tujhe HR mein report karna chahiye, Kevin. Yeh ganda aur galat hai. Maine tujhe kai baar bola hai ki mujhe aisi baatein pasand nahi aur yeh professional nahi hai.

Jab maine line khinchi aur apna pair zameen pe patka, mujhe ehsaas hua ki meri pussy gili ho rahi thi. Yeh ek Wednesday tha, kaam kam tha, koi meeting nahi, aur mujhe baki din Kevin ke saath baithna tha. Humne coffee khatam ki aur apne desks pe wapas gaye.

Kevin ko strict message mil gaya tha ki mere saath zyada comfortable na ho. Aur agla ek ghanta woh chup raha—ek shabd nahi bola. Kabhi-kabhi mujhe sorry wali smile deta.

Main ghar gayi, Sameer mujhe dinner pe le gaya, humne apni usual sex ki. Par Kevin ke comments mere dimaag mein raat bhar ghoomte rahe. Mujhe pata tha jo maine Kevin ko bola woh sahi tha. Par na jaane kyun mujhe guilty feel ho raha tha.

Agle din Kevin ne ache se behave kiya, bohot professional raha—na gussa, na rude, bas perfect. Ek din bhi nahi guzra tha aur mujhe uska usual witty andaaz miss hone laga. Do ghante baad Kevin bola, “I’m sorry.”

Maine laptop pe nazar tikaye hue bola, “Fuck off,” usne haath aage badhaya aur bola, “Friends?” Main laptop dekhti rahi aur bina uski taraf dekhe haath milaya.
Subah busy thi, hum dono shipping companies ke escalations mein lage the.

Noon tak mailboxes clear kar diya, tickets respective departments ko bhej diye, sab shant ho gaya. Mailbox khali tha, par mera dimaag Kevin ke kal ke suggestions se bhara tha.

Main: To tu meri panties ghar kyun le jana chahta tha?

Kevin: (hairani se) Mujhe laga tujhe yeh baat pasand nahi.

Main: Bas curious hoon

Kevin: Agar main bataun to tu gussa nahi hogi na HR mein complain nahi karegi?

Main: Nahi.

Kevin: Main unhe soongta, thodi stiff jagah dhundta, chaatta, aur unme muth marta.

Main: (mera chehra laal ho gaya, laptop ki taraf dekhte hue) Wow, tu sach mein blunt hai na? Kya ladkiyan sach mein tujhe apni panties deti hai? Tune yeh kai baar kiya hai?

Kevin (muskurate hue): Tu sach mein jaanna chahti hai?

Main: Haan, bas curious hoon.

Kevin: Koi bhi sane ladki mujhe apni panties nahi degi, main bas mazak mein bolta hoon. Par main apni behen ke room mein chupke jata tha, uski panties soongta tha, kabhi-kabhi Mom ki bhi.

Main: Fuck Kevin, tu creep hai! Yeh gross hai, woh teri family hai.

Kevin: Mujhe pata tha tu judge karegi, kuch nahi bolna chahiye tha.

Main: Sorry, mera matlab woh nahi tha, bas family thoda zyada ho gaya.

Kevin: Priya, kuch sach bolun?

Main: Bol!

Kevin bina jhijhak bola, “Tu meri zindagi mein dekhi sabse sundar ladki hai. Teri aankhein pyari hai, tere lambe baal mujhe pagal kar dete hai.”

Main: Thank you, Kev! Yeh bohot sweet hai.

Kevin: Tere lips lovely hai, aur jab tu gussa hoti hai to woh pouty look priceless hai. Aur mmm, tera ass sabse cute hai jo maine dekha… Oh sorry, yahin ruk jaunga, maafi!

Main: (muskurate hue) Arre, bolte reh.

Kevin: Acha, tera ass sabse acha hai, jab tu bathroom jati hai to main dekhta hoon. Teri chaal mein ass ka swing mujhe pasand hai, tere boobs perfect aur perky hai.

Maine neeche dekha, Kevin apna hard-on chhupa raha tha aur haath rakha hua tha, woh bola, “Yarr Priya, Sameer bohot lucky bastard hai, usse duniya ki sabse sundar ladki se cock suck karwane milta hai. Agar main hota to teri cunt aur ass din bhar chaatta.”

Main: (muskurate hue) OK Mr. Kevin, kaam pe wapas chalein?

Kevin: “Acha madam.” Usne apna cock adjust kiya aur chhupaya.

Main: “Well Kevin, main flattered hoon. Agar main single hoti to tujhe zaroor date karti.”

Kevin: “Par tu single nahi hai na, pata nahi main duniya ki sabse sundar aurat ke saath kaise kaam karun.”

Main ek minute sochne lagi. Mera usual sex intellect ka moment jab main dimaag se nahi, cunt se sochti hoon.

Main: Aaj raat meri panties dun kya?

Kevin: FUCK YES! SERIOUSLY!

Main uthi aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi. Andar jaake pant utari, panties neeche kiye. Maine apni gandi panties ko dekha, soonga ki koi bura smell to nahi. Aur rahat mili ki butt stain nahi tha, par crotch pe pussy ka stain zaroor tha.

Main horny ho gayi, meri pussy din bhar se throbbing thi. Main deewar ke sahare khadi hui aur clit rub karne lagi. Kevin ke saath sochke maine tez rub kiya. Meri taangein kamzor pad gayi, pet ke muscles tight ho gaye.

Maine chillane se rokne ke liye haath muh pe dabaya jab ek bada orgasm aaya. Khadi hui, panties ko dekha aur pussy ko usse saaf kiya. Panties purse mein daali, pant pehni, desk pe wapas aayi aur chupke se uske haath mein panties de di.

Main: (muskurate hue) Lo, aaj maza karo.

Kevin bas muskura ke nod kiya aur panties bag mein daal di. Kuch minute baad woh pack up karke boss ke cabin gaya, wapas aaya aur bola ki aaj half-day le raha hai. Bag pe haath rakha jahan panties thi aur “Thank you” bolke chala gaya.

Agla din, Friday, subah se busy tha. Pehle aadhe din kaam mein doob gaye, jab chance mila to maine poocha, “To kal raat maza aaya?”

Kevin: “Hell yes! Main raat bhar nahi soya, mera dick bhi sore ho gaya.”

Main: Wapas de sakta hai please?

Kevin: (hairan) WHAT! Tu wapas chahti hai?

Main: Haan bhai, wapas chahiye, woh loan pe thi.

Woh udaas hoke bag se panties nikala aur wapas diya, woh cumm se stiff ho chuki thi. Maine bola, “Lagta hai kal raat tu bohot busy tha, hehe.”

Kevin: “Pata nahi Priya, yeh thoda sad hai aur main frustrated hoon. Teri panties soongke aur usme muth marna hi tujhe paane ke sabse kareeb hai. Main kabhi teri pussy, boobs ya kuch nahi dekh paunga.”

Hum dono ek doosre ko udaas dekhe, aur woh files mein ghus gaya. Kuch minute baad maine bola, “Kevin, mera ek idea hai.” Kevin excited bache ki tarah bola, “Kya?”

Main: Abhi bathroom jaun, yeh cumm-stained panty pehnu aur jo abhi pehni hai woh tujhe souvenir ke liye de dun?

Kevin: Tu sach mein yeh karegi mere liye?

Main turant bathroom gayi, stiff panty pehni, jo pehni thi woh purse mein daali. Iss baar smell ya butt stain check nahi kiya. Wapas aayi, Kevin ko dekha aur muskura di, woh samajh gaya.

Maine chupke se uska bag khola aur nayi panties daal di. Kaam ke baad Kevin ne mujhe coffee pe bulaya. Uski chehre pe frustrated, annoyed look thi. Maine poocha kya pareshan kar raha hai.

Usne bola, “Tera boyfriend, fiancé, husband, jo bhi kehti hai usse, main bas usse nafrat karta hoon, usse badla lena chahta hoon.”

Main: Tu jealous ho sakta hai par usse hate mat kar. Main Sameer se pyar karti hoon, woh meri zindagi ka sabse acha cheez hai. Usne tujhe kya kiya jo yeh gussa?

Kevin: Uske paas tu hai! Fucking lucky asshole!

Maine Kevin ko muskura ke bola, “Acha, Sameer aaj raat business trip pe ja raha hai. Agar tu usse badla lena chahta hai to raat 10 baje mere ghar aa sakta hai. Mujhe pata hai tu pervert hai, to aaj raat main teri bitch banungi—jo chahe kar le jab tak tu satisfy na ho jaye.”

Coffee khatam ki, main ghar gayi, pussy aur legs shave kiye, shower liya. Kapde pehen rahi thi ki doorbell baji. Clock dekha, 10 PM tha. Nervous hoke darwaza khola aur Kevin ko welcome kiya.

Woh andar aaya aur pehla sawal poocha, “Sameer tujhe kahan fuck karta hai?”
Mujhe pata tha woh serious hai. Maine bola, “Zyadatar bedroom mein.” Kevin ne bola, “Mujhe bedroom le chal.”

Hum dono saath baithe, Kevin ne mujhe bed pe dhakka diya. Main pillow ke sahare let gayi, taangein failayi jahan se panties dikh rahi thi, fir panties side karke pussy mein ungli daali.

Usko muskura ke dekha. Usne jeans kholi, neeche ki, boxers se cock nikala aur muth marne laga.

Kevin: Mujhe teri fiancé ke bed pe muth marna acha lagta hai jab uski hone wali biwi mujhe dekhti hai. Kya lagta hai, usse bura lagega?

Main: Hmm, usse zyada gussa tab aayega jab usse pata chalega ki main tera cock dekhke kitni gili aur horny ho rahi hoon. (Maine panties utari aur uski taraf phenki.) Kyun na tu uski hone wali biwi ki panties se apna bada cock marta?

Maine top utara, ab puri nangi thi. Ghumi, ass upar kiya, pussy mein aur ungli ki, aur taangon ke beech se usko muth marte dekha.

Kevin: Kya lagta hai, agar uski hone wali biwi uske bed pe mere cock ke paas apne lips laye to usse gussa aayega?

Main dheere se cat ki tarah uski taraf rengi, uska cock haath mein liya, muskura ke dekha aur jeebh uske cock pe upar-neeche chalane lagi. Fir muh mein daala aur sir upar-neeche kiya. Usne mujhe khada kiya, dono baahon se pakda, bed ke center mein phenka, khud baki kapde utare.

Kevin: Woh to gusse se pagal ho jayega yeh jaanke ki main uski hone wali biwi ko jamke chodne wala hoon.

Woh mere upar aaya, cock meri cunt mein daala aur zor se chodne laga. Meri siskiyan jaldi hi cheekh ban gayi. “OH FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,” Kevin grunted, usne mera sir pakda aur jor-jor se andar-bahar kiya.

“I’M GONNA CUM!!” main chillayi. Main cheekh rahi thi, usne cock bahar nikala, pussy ko tez rub kiya, maine upar squirt kiya. Usne muh meri pussy pe lagaya, sara cum choosa.

Fir cock wapas daala, chodne laga aur mera cum mere chehre pe thook diya.

Kevin: Ahh! Priya tu gandi randi, chahti hai main tera cum tere chehre pe thook dun?

Main: FUCK YES, KAR NA!

Kevin: Ab main apna cum tere muh mein daalunga.

Main: Ohh baby, mujhe tera cum mere muh mein chahiye.

Main khadi hui, mera muh uske cum se bhara tha.

Kevin: Ab Priya, mera cum uske pillow pe thook de.

Maine apne lips khole aur uska cum Sameer ke pillow pe behne diya. Fir usne mera sir dabaya aur mera chehra pillow pe ragad diya. Usne Sameer ki underwear drawer kholi, uske kuch boxer briefs nikale aur pehen liye.

Kevin: Mera cock uski underwear ko fill karta hai kya, baby?

Main: Hmm, sochun, sach bolun to tera cock usse kafi bada hai.

Achanak usne mujhe bola ki pet ke bal bed ke side pe let jaun. Main pet ke bal let gayi, sir bed ke kinare pe Rakha. Kevin ne Sameer ki underwear se apna cock bahar nikala aur mere muh mein daal diya.

Main uska cock choosti rahi, usne haath meri ass tak le gaya aur apni ungli meri gaand mein daal di. Woh meri gaand ko ungli se chodta raha jab main uska cock choos rahi thi, fir usne ungli bahar nikali aur mere muh mein daal di.

Kevin: Apni gaand ka taste pasand hai kya, baby?

Uske sawal ka jawab diye bina, main bas siskiyan leti rahi. Jab woh meri gaand mein ungli karta raha, mujhe taste karwata raha. Aur main uska cock choosti rahi. Fir woh bathroom mein chala gaya.

Kevin: Yeh uska toothbrush hai?

Main: (confused) Haan, ab kya karne wala hai?

Usne mere baal pakde aur mujhe bed se kheench liya, fir mujhe bed pe jhukaya, ek ungli meri gaand mein daali aur kaan mein bola, “Main uski hone wali biwi ki gaand marunga. Fir uss harami ke toothbrush pe cum karunga.”

Main ab puri tarah se turn on ho chuki thi. Usne ungli nikali aur uski jagah apna cock daal diya, kai minute tak meri gaand mein andar-bahar karta raha. Woh baar-baar poochta raha ki Sameer ka kya-kya hai.

Aur har cheez ko ganda karta gaya. Kevin ek jealous bache ki tarah badla le raha tha. Humne ghanton tak har possible position mein sex kiya, zyadatar mujhe ek gandi randi ki tarah treat kiya gaya.

Mujhe Kevin ke rough handle karne mein maza aaya pura raat. Aakhir mein humne safai ki, kapde pehne. Main Kevin ko darwaze tak chhodne gayi, ek akhiri kiss diya aur uske kaan mein bola, “Yeh ek baar ka deal tha bas!”

Us raat ke baad maine job chhod di aur Kevin se bachke rahi. Kuch mahine baad meri aur Sameer ki shaadi fix hui. Sameer ko pata tha ki Kevin mera mentor tha kaam pe, aur woh zid karta raha ki main use invite karun. Maine jitna ho saka usse bacha, par majboori mein ek invitation note bhej diya.

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Hello readers, welcome back to reading amazing, sexy stories. So, let me introduce myself. I’m Faizal, a fitness enthusiast with a good physique who lives in the city of dreams, Mumbai.

So, this incident happened last weekend, on the 26th of July. I went clubbing with my office colleagues. I met a stranger that night, and we ended up fucking that night together. So, let’s begin with the story.

Our team of six members, four men and two women, decided to go clubbing after our shift on Friday. We booked a table at one of the famous clubs in BKC for 8:30 PM. After our shift, we all piled into my Volkswagen Virtus and drove to the club. It was about 45 minutes away from the office.

As we reached the club, it was already crowded, but the scene was amazing. The place was filled with sexy and hot girls, where anyone would get a boner. Since we had booked a table in advance, we got inside and seated ourselves at our reserved spot. The ambience in the club was very chill.

As I looked around, I noticed many girls looking stunning and hot in their one-piece dresses. Beside our table, there was a group of three women already there, enjoying their drinks. One of them looked absolutely stunning in a deep-neck black one-piece dress that revealed half of her cleavage.

I was looking at her when she made eye contact with me, and I smiled at her. I was dressed in a gym stringer with a denim jacket over it and jeans, showing off my physique.

We started ordering drinks, and within half an hour, we had gone through 12 bottles of beer. I kept glancing at the woman in the black dress, and she seemed to be noticing me as well. Around 9:30 PM, the DJ started, and everyone hit the dance floor.

My colleague Rakhi teased me, saying someone was going to steal the show and make new friends. I joked that if it happened, the party would be on me. We started dancing. The woman, whose name I later learned was Pooja, was right behind me. Due to the crowd, we kept bumping into each other.

Rakhi kept pushing me towards her intentionally. I’m good at dancing, so I caught a lot of attention. After dancing for a while, I was getting high and sweaty. I turned to find Pooja facing me with a seductive smile. We started dancing together. My office team teased me, but I was focused on Pooja.

I asked her if she’d like to join me for a drink, and she nodded yes. We moved to the bar counter for more drinks and started talking. After a while, we returned to the dance floor. I took off my denim jacket and threw it to my team. Now, I was dancing in my stringer, and many girls were noticing my body.

Pooja was getting more attracted to me, touching my body and dancing very close. I held her by the waist and pulled her closer. We looked into each other’s eyes and shared a small kiss. Things were heating up. Pooja and I shared a passionate smooch for a few seconds before we broke away.

We decided to step outside. I went back to my team, hugged everyone, grabbed my denim jacket, and announced, “This party’s on me, guys! I’m going to have some fun.” My team was impressed and teased me while Pooja informed her group. We both headed out around midnight.

We went to the parking area and sat in my car. Pooja had a very attractive figure, big round boobs, big ass and very fair skin. I gently placed my hand on her neck, pulled her closer, and began to kiss her inside the car. I traced my fingers over her neck and ear.

We became so engrossed in each other that we lost track of where we were in the parking area. We smooch passionately for about 5-10 minutes. We finally broke the kiss. I told her I was booking a room at a nearby hotel. After securing the reservation, we went to the hotel and checked into the room.

Once we were inside and I locked the door, she pulled me close. We began kissing passionately as if there were no tomorrow. While we were kissing, she removed my jacket and continued to explore and kiss my sweaty body, feeling the warmth of my skin.

She pushed me onto the sofa and climbed on top, kissing my face, chest, and nipples. It was clear that she was feeling horny and lustful in that moment. I pushed her down and positioned myself on top of her. I took off my stringer, revealing my abs.

She remarked, “Wow, I’m going to enjoy everything about you today.” I then began kissing her neck, face, ears, and lips. She moaned with every kiss. Afterwards, I made her stand and began removing her one-piece dress. Her figure was stunning and eye-catching.

She was wearing a black bra and panties, and she looked incredibly sexy. I pulled her close, removed her bra, and began kissing her and pressing her boobs. She pushed me again onto the sofa and removed my jeans and underwear, leaving me sitting nude with a fully erect dick.

She sat on the floor, gently held my erect dick, and began stroking it while looking at me with lustful desire. She kissed me and began giving me a blowjob, licking my dick, making me feel incredible. She used her tongue and took the dick fully into her mouth for about 10 minutes.

I then lifted her and carried her to the bed. I gently spread her legs and positioned myself between them. I started to kiss her inner thighs and make her hornier. I removed her panty with my teeth, taking my time to savour the moment. I moved towards her pussy and began to kiss and lick her.

After about 15 minutes of this, she releases her cum. Now, I was ready to fuck her more. I positioned myself above her, teasing her by placing my dick at her pussy entrance. After kissing her, I slowly entered her pussy. Her pussy was tight, but I pushed deeper until half of my dick was inside.

She screamed, but I kissed her to keep her voice down. I removed my dick and then pushed in again harder, fully penetrating her. It made her moan loudly. I began fucking her in the missionary position while kissing and sucking her right boob and pressing the left boob harder.

This continued for about 10 minutes. The room grew hotter from her moans and the intensity of the moment. She stopped me and asked me to lie down so she could give me a view from above. I quickly lay down, and she positioned herself above me, holding my dick to her pussy entrance.

She slowly took my dick inside her, feeling every moment. I used one hand to touch her ass curves and the other to press her boobs. Once she had taken all of my dick inside her pussy, she paused, closing her eyes to feel the sensation. After a few seconds, she leaned in for a French kiss, exchanging our saliva.

She then began to move slowly on top of me. I could feel the warmth and intimacy of the moment, as we were not using condoms. She gradually increased her pace, moving more vigorously up and down. After a few minutes, she said she was about to cum.

I paused, lifted her slightly, and began thrusting faster from below. Her moans grew louder. Her seductive expression made me even more excited, pushing me to move faster. Soon, she reached her climax, released a lot of cum and asked me to stop. I pulled her close and kissed her lips.

She was exhausted and fell asleep on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and we both drifted off to sleep. We didn’t realize it when we fell asleep. We woke up around 7:30 AM, and I found her beside me. I moved my hand to her cheek and gave her a soft kiss.

She woke up and greeted me with a good smooch. In the morning, I was already erect, and she gently held my dick and stroked me, asking, “Do you want more?” I didn’t say anything. I just pulled her close, turned her around and positioned her for doggy style. It is my favourite.

I held her hips and slowly pushed my dick inside her pussy. It was tight, but with some effort, I managed to go in deeper, fully, causing her to scream. I held myself inside her for a few seconds before beginning to thrust in and out. I increased my pace, thrusting faster and harder, making her scream.

While fucking her, I moved my hand above and started pressing her boobs. I bent down to kiss and lick her back, adding to the intimacy of the moment. I continued in the same position for about 15 minutes. When I was ready to cum, I pulled out my dick.

I turned her around and released a heavy load of cum across her body and face. We hugged and shared a kiss. Afterwards, we took a shower together, got refreshed, and checked out of the hotel. I dropped her off at her place, and we exchanged numbers. We’ve stayed in touch and met up from time to time.

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Hi, all. This is Rocky from Bangalore. I am going to tell you all the story of how my Mom, Usha, was fucked by our physiotherapist, Uncle Dr.Rao.

My Mom, Usha, has been a divorcee since the age of 21. She is sexually active like an eighteen-year-old girl, though she is in her fifties. We changed clothes in front of each other. So seeing each other naked is a normal thing, and staying naked also we don’t mind.

So, coming back to the story, Dr Rao is a well-known physiotherapist and a colleague of my Mom. He is superbly built, with strong hands and a broad chest, and he is close to 6’2″ tall. Wearing specs, he looked like a hero whom anyone would want to have sex with.

During their physiotherapy sessions, I would go out to play and come back home after Rao uncle left my home. Still, during this particular session of physiotherapy as usual I went out to play. Still, I somehow wanted to go back home.

I started towards my home. Slowly, without making any noise, I tried opening the door, but the door was locked. The window near the sofa was open, and I went to the window and sneaked through it. To my astonishment, Rao uncle was nude.

He was carrying my Mom and kissing her. Rao uncle started kissing her neck, licking the sides of my Mom’s neck, which was turning her on. She was hugging him tightly, kissing his face. She fed her boobs to him one by one. His hands were playing with the other while sucking.

She went down to play with his dick which was like a monster, and smiled at him. He asked, “What are you smiling at?” She didn’t say anything. She started kissing his dick and slowly started gulping his hard cock in her mouth.

The size of his cock was so much that it didn’t fit in her mouth. But he held her face and kept pushing. Her saliva was dripping on his dick and thighs. He made her lay down on the bed and started eating her pussy, and inserted his fingers inside.

She was making moaning sounds, “Aah, yes.” Now her pussy was well moistened. He kept his one leg on the bed and pulled my Mom closer. He started rubbing her pussy with his dick. He entered her pussy with his huge dick.

His balls were hitting her outer pussy, making ‘chap chap chap chap’ noise. My Mom was holding the cot’s headrest tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

“Yes, baby, do it, do it like this. No other dick I have seen as yours.” Saying this, she hugged him tightly and had a sense of relief as she orgasmed on his dick. Now, he turned her and entered her from behind while licking her neck.

He took his dick out and explored her asshole. He said, “It looks like your ass has been used. Let me try it.” But she said, “No, yours will not fit. Your dick is too big for it.”

By the time she said, he pushed his dick inside her ass. He held her hair, riding her like a horse in doggy style. The passionate asshole fuck was giving me a hard-on. He said, “Your ass is tight. It’s making me cum fast.”

Saying so, he came in her asshole. He was lying on her for a while. He asked for a cigarette, and both of them smoked. Both of them were cuddling each other.

His dick was still hard. He kept on going inside her pussy, biting her neck and boobs. He was nowhere near cumming. The love-making noise was becoming louder and louder.

Rao uncle was pinching my Mom’s nipples. He started to lick her body, drenching her with his saliva. He took his dick near her mouth and inserted it in her mouth. Now his dick grew in her mouth, well lubricated.

He took it out and rammed her pussy in missionary position, looking into her eyes. Each thrust was passionate. My Mom extended her lips to smooch Rao uncle. Her nails were digging his back. He lifted her and made her sit on his dick, making her ride his big dick.

My Mom was now riding on his dick, keeping her hands on her head. Suddenly he made her go on her knees and pointed his dick on her face. My Mom thought he would cum in her face, but he started to piss on her giving her a golden shower.

My Mom was surprised by this, but she went with the moment spreading his piss all over her. His dick was still hard, and he kept on going inside her pussy. He kept on biting her neck and boobs. My Mom licked his nipples, scratching him in on his body.

My Mom’s pussy was tightening around his dick, and with a loud moan, she cum on his dick. But still, Rao uncle was fucking her like a horse. His speed increased with each thrust.

He was not in mind to stop the fucking. He was going faster, and with a final groan, he cum inside her pussy. Then he laid down next to Mom. Then they both smoked, and he got up to get ready and leave.

My Mom offered him a bath, but he told her no. He would take a bath in his home. If she wanted, she could have a bath. He got ready and left for his home. My Mom was still lying there.

I went and pushed the door open. I asked my Mom, “Where is uncle?” She said that he left long back. I asked her where her clothes were. She said she was tired and she will have get freshened up and wear clothes. I just lay down next to her and hugged her. She was like as if nothing happened.

So, friends, this is my story. If you like it, kindly email [email protected].

Namaskaar doston, aaj main aap sab readers ke saamne apni ek sachhi sex kahani leke aayi hu. Umeed hai aap sab ko meri kahani pasand aayegi. To chaliye shuru karti hu.

Main 47 years ki lady hu. Mere husband aksar baahar hi rehte hai office ke kaam se. Mujhe sex ki bahut baar tadap uthti hai, jab mere pati ghar par nahi hote.

Mujhe mere sasur ji bahut handsome lagte hai. Wo ab bhi lambe-chaude aur kaafi sexy lagte hai. Meri mother-in-law to sirf pooja-paath mein lagi rehti hai, isliye wo saara din ghar ke baahar hi rehti hai, mandir ya kirtan mein. To ghar pe main aur mere sasur ji hi hote hai.

Dopahar mein khaane ke baad main sasur ji ke pair bhi dabati hu. Aur us samay kayi baar mujhe unka lund touch karne ka mann hota hai. Waise to do-teen baar maine unhe youtube pe porn video dekte hue dekh liya tha chori se. Mujhe lagta hai ki shayad wo bhi mujhe lekar fantasy karte honge.

Ab unki wife to ye sab unhe deti nahi. Kyunki wo zyada hi religious hai, aur wo dono roz alag-alag room mein hi sote hai.

Ek din mother-in-law apni kirtan mandli ke sath do din ke liye kisi dharmik sthal ki yatra pe gayi thi. Mujhe tab apne sasur ko patane ka mauka mil gaya. Unke pair dabate samay maine dheere-dheere unse baatein karni shuru ki.

Maine unse poocha: Sasur ji, kya aapko mummy ke bina akela nahi lagta, jaise mujhe lagta hai mere husband ke bina?

Unhone bola: Lagta hai, par kya kare. Unko to bas in pooja-paath se waqt nahi milta.

Maine himmat karke ab ek direct sawaal pooch liya: Ek personal baat poocho papa ji, agar aapko bura lage to daant dijiyega.

Unhone bola: Poocho, lekin hame tumhara sawaal shayad samajh aa raha hai. Lekin fir bhi poocho tum.

Maine kaha: Aapko kabhi sex ki zaroorat mehsoos nahi hoti? Abhi tak aap 65 ke hi hai. Foreign mein to log is age mein bhi kaafi enjoy karte hai.

Unhone bola: Lagti hai, but koi option nahi hai. To kya kar sakte hai?

Fir maine kaha: Dekha hai maine aapko porn video dekhte hue 2-3 baar.

Unhone bola: Oh! Beta please tum kisi se mat bolna. Sab kya sochenge hamare baare mein!

Maine kaha: Theek hai, nahi bolungi. Aap chinta na kare.

Ye kehte hue mera hath unki dhoti mein, unki thighs par chala gaya. Wo shayad mera ishara samajh rahe the. Fir unhone mujhse poocha-

Sasur ji: Tumhara bhi to wahi haal hai. Tum kaise manage karti ho?

Maine kaha: Jaise aap karte hai. Dekha hai maine raat mein aapke hath ke movements ko, jab main aapke room ki lights off karne aati hu tab. Apna hath jagan-nath. Wahin main bhi karti hu.

Ye kehne par mera hath unki thighs se thoda aur upar chala gaya. Wo sihar gaye. Mere suit ka gala thoda deep neck tha. Iske baad maine apni chunni ko thoda gira diya jaan-boojh ke. Ab meri cleavage aur boobs nazar aa rahe honge.

Papa ji ne ye nazara dekh liya tha, aur unke lund mein kuch aithan aa gayi thi, jo maine dekh li thi. Bas fir kya tha. Hum dono ki nazrein ek-doosre se takrayi. Mera hath unke underwear ke upar tha. Unhone kuch nahi bola.

Par fir wo bole: Ye galat hai. Hum dono ke beech aisa rishta nahi ho sakta.

Maine bola: Rishta abhi bhool jaiye. Ye do jismon ki bhookh hai. Bus wo yaad rakhiye. Hum dono hi akele hai, aur hum dono ko jism ki bhookh hai. To kyun na faida utha liya jaye mauke ka?

Bas iske baad maine unka hath uthaya, aur apne boobs pe rakhwa diya. Ab wo harkat mein aa gaye. Unhone zor se mere boobs dabaye, aur mujhe apne bagal mein lita diya. Fir dheere-dheere unhone apne aur mere saare kapde khol diye. Unka lund dekhne laayak tha. Bahut bada aur mota. Dekh ke maza aa gaya.

Fir unhone mere honth ko kiss kiya. Uske baad meri neck ko, aur ek hath unka meri pussy mein ungli kar raha tha. Fir unhone mujhe pussy mein lick bhi kiya. Uhhh kya lick tha wo. Maza hi aa gaya.

Fir unhone mera hath apne lund pe rakhwaya aur use dabane bola. Maine wo khoob dabaya aur fir use chaata. Bahut der tak hamne ek-doosre ke badan ko chaata. Unka stamina bahut tha. Fir unhone mujhe pair falane ko bola. Ab wo apna lund mere andar daalne vaale the.

Maine turant unhe roka aur bola ki: Pehle hum protection use kare, nahi to problem ho sakti hai.

Maine tabhi online shop site se condom order karke mangaya. Lekin utne intezaar mein wo pareshan ho rahe the. Fir wo uthe, jaldi-jaldi kapde pehne, aur door pe blinkit se condom ka pack le liya.

Fir kya tha, hum 5 minute mein hi action mein aa gaye. Unhone jaldi se condom pehna, aur lund mere andar-baahar karne lage. Sach mein mujhe lag raha tha jaise jannat mil gayi ho. Un do din hamne husband wife ki tarah khoob din-raat sex kiya.

Unhone mujhe har position aur ghar ke har corner mein choda. Meri to chut hi fatt gayi. Hum din raat nange hi rehte the. Unhone mujhe baad mein bataya ki wo mujhe dekh kar hi masturbate karte the pehle bhi, aur mere sath sex ki fantasy unki bhi the. But wo bol nahi sake mujhe kabhi.

Hum dono ne us raat ke baad jab bhi mother-in law ghar pe nahi hoti, aur jab mere pati bhi baahar hote, tab hamesha ek-doosre ki chudai ki. Hamne ek-doosre ke sath porn dekha. Fir uske jaise foreplay bhi kiya aur khoob sex kiya.

Hum dono dopahar mein ab mother-in-law ke jaane ka intezaar karte. Fir sab door lock karke maze karne lagte roz. Aaj bhi wo mere bagal mein baithe mere boobs daba rahe hai, aur main ye kahani likh rahi hu.

Meri sex kahani aapko kaisi lagi bataye. Meri email hai: [email protected], Apni feedbaack zaroor dijiyega.

Hello, readers, this is going to be a several-part series with huge twists and turns. If you are not into cuckolding or cheating, you can refrain from reading further.

My name is Anita Sharma, and my boyfriend’s name is Vishal. We had been dating for the last six months, and things were good to begin with. Over the last few weeks, both of us had reached a saturation point, and we decided to rekindle our relationship. That was when we decided to enroll in a gym together. The gym was just a few minutes’ drive from our place and was a new-age facility with a unisex feature.

Before I began dating, I had worked out a little bit. My height is five feet five inches, with a figure of 34D, 30-inch waist, and 36-inch hips. Once the formalities were done, we decided to go gym shopping and start from the next day onwards. Vishal was the typical guy who loved to eat a lot, although he didn’t have a paunch; he was chubby and was starting to look out of place.

The first week went pretty normally, as I had gotten into the groove. It was great sweating it out and working on my body, which was already toned before but needed that extra bit of work to iron out my fat. The problem I had was with the trainer, who was more intent on flirting with me or gawking at me when I was working out.

Vishal decided to call it quits for a few days, citing work pressure, and didn’t accompany me to the gym. I felt a bit weird working out all alone without my boyfriend, and it was stranger because my trainer hadn’t come. After a rigorous session, I sat down, looking at myself in the mirror. There was a lot of work to be done, I told myself, and put on my headphones. Just as I was about to put on my music, I heard a booming voice. “You must be Anita.” I turned around and saw this mountain of a man standing next to me.

“Hi, I am Asif, and I am your new gym trainer. Rakesh has been assigned a new client for the day. Hope you won’t mind me helping you today.” Asif was clearly a veteran, six feet two inches tall, with bulging arms; even the T-shirt he was wearing couldn’t hide his enormous sculpted chest. He had massive and broad shoulders, and for a moment, I couldn’t stop looking. I snapped out of the trance as he cleared his throat and gave me a smile. All I could do was shake his hand and say, “No worries, Asif, I am okay with it.” One thing I noticed was Asif had a strong grip, and a few shakes later, it was over.

The rest of the day went by, and to be honest, Asif knew what he was doing. I felt much better, and he offered to fix me a protein shake. We made it to the stall, and I could see the bulge of his biceps when he was working on the shaker. “So, your boyfriend didn’t come today,” asked Asif, snapping me out yet again from my thoughts. I said, “No, he had to go to Delhi for some work, so I came in alone.”

Asif replied, “Seems you have worked out before as well.” I just nodded as we exchanged smiles before I gulped my drink and told him, “I have seen a lot of fitness videos with women having ripped backs and abs. I wonder if I could ever get the same; also, a bit of a muscled frame won’t be bad.”

Asif replied, “You have the perfect structure; if you show dedication, you can easily gain that in six months. For that, you need to be coached well; let me speak to the management and see if I can take you on board.” True to his word, Asif was quick to talk to the management, and in the course of the next few weeks, we became good friends. Vishal also had rejoined, and he was assigned to my old trainer; Vishal seemed to be getting by as he was put on the weight loss program.

Weeks turned into months, and Asif had helped me develop decent back muscles, and I was starting to get better with my abs. Vishal had to go to the US for two weeks, and those 14 days turned our relationship around. It was the end of June, and the rains in Mumbai were terrible. Not wanting to use it as an excuse, I made it to the gym and saw it empty.

Asif was working out, and he was shirtless. I nearly let out a gasp as I saw his hairy chest in the mirror while he was working on his biceps. This guy is a hulk of a man, I thought, and with every curl, the sweat was dripping from his forehead, and for the first time, I had a funny feeling between my legs.

The entire workout session went by with me trying to steal glances at Asif, who was working out. Over the last few weeks, he had become bolder and began touching me a bit in the pretext of helping me work out. His strong, manly hands did make me feel good and melt. Even in the presence of Vishal, he didn’t stop.

After our workout was done, I made my way out, and there was a gushing rain, and I couldn’t find a cab or rick to take me home. Suddenly, I heard the car horn honk, and it was Asif; he called me closer and asked me to get inside the car. I was hesitant, but considering the situation I was in, I didn’t say no.

The drive home included us talking about our personal lives; I came to know that Asif wasn’t married and was staying two blocks away. With each turn of the steering wheel, I was getting more attracted to his strong body. The close proximity also meant that I was smelling the fresh cologne he had applied after the session. We soon made our way to my apartment complex, and he dropped me near the entrance. His gentlemanly act made me call him for coffee, but he hesitated and insisted on going home. After pleading with him, he finally agreed, and it was already getting dark. As we made our way home, I could see that Asif had drenched his t-shirt while getting out of the car.

“Do you want to take a shower?” I asked him; this was the first time I had some other guy, apart from Vishal, who, after the start of our relationship, had moved in with me. Asif looked at me puzzled and said, “I would love to, but I don’t want to trouble you.” I insisted that it was no trouble, and he could use the bathroom. In the meantime, I fixed some snacks and two hot cups of coffee. It didn’t strike me that Asif was already out and checking out my photos that were on the wall. Once I cleared my throat, Asif came to know about my presence. “Anu, you should try modeling,” I half-blushed at the comment. “With your frame and the way you look now, it would drive guys crazy.”

All it did was make me red, as my cheeks flushed out the smile I was trying to hide. We sat down and began drinking the coffee, and didn’t realize the time flying by. Just then, Asif said, “There is something on your lips.” I tried to figure out, but just couldn’t. “Do you mind?” Before I could reply, Asif pulled his fingers to my lips and did away with the little drop of coffee stuck on my lower lip. The touch sent shockwaves, and Asif didn’t remove his finger; he kept playing with my lips. I was looking into his eyes, and all the teasing and touching in the gym was starting to have its effect. Without my realization, Asif had moved closer to me and was now inches away from my lips.

I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and just then, we shared our first kiss. He began by sucking my lower lip, and soon entered his tongue inside my mouth. Numbed with passion, I returned the kiss with equal measure. I took his bearded face in my hands as we smooched, while my senses had gone for a toss. There was no clarity in my mind, not about Vishal, not about my commitment; all I ever wanted was the kiss to continue because no one had eaten my lips and tongue-tied me like Asif.

Asif pulled me closer to him and soon began to suck my neck and used his lips to suck and nibble my throat. “Mmmmm” was all I moaned, and touched his biceps. In the few months of training I had with Asif, he had done well to make me into a prime fitness model lookalike. Vishal’s biceps were nowhere compared to what this man had. My train of thought was snapped when Asif removed my tank top and slid my bra straps. He gently sucked my shoulder blades and kissed it, and soon made his way down to my boobs. Small beads of sweat were forming on his chest as I gave it a lick and began to take in the musky smell of his chest hair.

It didn’t take long for Asif to lift me and take me to the bedroom; I lifted myself and kissed him flush on his lips as we made our way to the bedroom. The rain had also picked up pace, and it was pelting down with full force. Asif laid me on the bed and began to kiss me again; my hair was all over my face, and he made me get up and removed my tank top and undid my bra and threw it away.

For the first time, he saw my tits, and he licked his lips and began to slowly suck on it. His tongue was expertly twirling around my nipples, making me wetter by the minute. While doing so, he had unbuckled his own jeans and undressed himself. To have a naked man who was hot as Asif became too much for me. All I could say was, “Don’t tease me anymore.” Asif lifted his head and said, “Haven’t even started,” and smiled.

Without skipping a beat, I said, “We will have more such chances and opportunities, but now, please don’t tease me.” He asked, “Anu, what do you want.” Looking with puppy eyes, I said, “You, Asif, I want you.” He moved behind, and for the first time, I nearly shouted. His dick was at least 8 inches, and it was damn thick and circumcised. He saw what I was looking at and asked, “If you want this, you got to ask me nicely.” My reply was, “Please, Asif, give me that long meat of yours.” He wasn’t happy with it; “Say it properly, Anu.”

Irritated, I yelled, “Asif, I want you, your big, fucking circumcised dick in my holes.” Asif let his dick free, as I crawled like a bitch and went to him. Bringing my tongue out, I licked the entire shaft from base to top. There was something about his circumcised dick head that made me crazy; pulling my tongue out, Asif felt me lick his pee hole and all across his big mushroom head. Using my tongue to lick his lower part of the dick, I went and also sucked his balls.

The slurping noises were getting louder as the rains pounded the windows, and a strong gush of wind blowing seemed to add to the excitement. Just then, Asif caressed my hair and looked down at me and fed his dick. He first smashed my lips with his long and fat cock before making me eat it. Once it was in, it was difficult for me to take in fully. Sensing that, Asif began to slowly move his hips and began mouth-fucking me. Slowly, my mouth opened up, and there was no difficulty for me, but there was no way I could deepthroat this monster.

I kept my hands on his tree-trunk-like thighs and began to feel his body, at the same time sucking his dick. Without warning, he pulled his dick out and told me to lay down. Once I laid down, Asif laid down between my legs and spread it apart, giving him a full view of my wet pussy. His tongue moved all over my pussy lips to and fro and in circular motion.

Once he was satisfied with the wetness, he put his tongue inside and began to eat me out. All I could do was hold his head and caress him and push him deeper inside. These sensations were new to me, and I couldn’t let go. With my eyes closed, the joy of being eaten out was new; Vishal had never done this to me, and somehow, he didn’t like it.

My pussy was ready to gush out my first orgasm till Asif pulled out his tongue. “Anu, don’t cum just yet, not until I do this.” Asif slapped his dick on my pussy lips a few times and looked at me, asked, “Ready?” With a nod and a smile from my side, Asif put his shaft inside, and there was a huge scream from my mouth, rising from the insides. It was like a hot knife on delicate soft butter, and he wasn’t even in fully. With each push, his dick was making its way inside my pussy.

Soon, Asif began to move in and out, and with each push, I was purring like a cat. Asif laid over me, and I took his face in my hands and began to kiss him. Digging my lips inside his mouth, I slowly made my way to his chest, as I licked the hairy chest and gave it a few bites. Asif had started to fuck me harder, and I was lost, and my hands went around his back to his ass and pulled it deeper inside.

The bed was rocking and creaking, and sensations that had never been felt with Vishal swept over me. It seemed as if Asif wasn’t going to get tired, as he kept pumping his dick inside me. He was looking into my eyes and pounding me deeper, as I looked at his eyes and lost my sense.

The rain was starting to subside, and by that time, my body had reached three huge orgasms. Asif began to pound me faster and told me, “I am cumming.” Sensing he wasn’t wearing any condom, I asked him to pull out. He did it in just the right time, as the huge blob of cum hit my jaw, and then my chest. The other droplets fell on my stomach, and Asif collapsed beside me.

I winked and smiled at him, used my fingers to take his cum, and taste it. My pussy had a puffy look to it and was stretched wide open. There was silence in the room, as guilt swept over me, and tears began rolling.

Asif, for the first time, asserted his dominance and said, with his manly voice, “Anu, don’t cry. What happened was natural; it was nature’s course taking its natural self. The strong alpha male taking his mating partner and marking his territory.”

As I laid naked on his chest, all my mind could think was, what was next? How will I face Vishal? And what about our relationship?

Before any of those questions could be answered, Asif’s dick was snaking towards my mouth once again. “It’s going to be a long night” was the thought in my mind, as my lips made contact with the sexy shaft.

Part two will be up soon; if you like the story, please leave a comment below.

D Day aa gaya tha—meri shaadi ka din. Main dressing room mein thi, dost meri wedding dress aur makeup mein madad kar rahe the. Yeh ek pagalpan wala din tha. Photos ke liye do ghante lage, ceremony ke liye do ghante bache the.

Mujhe panic attack ho raha tha, sab se break chahiye tha. Maine Arjun ko message kiya ki pehli manzil pe mile aur drink le aaye. Main convention hall ke upar ek shant storage room mein chhup gayi.

Wahan cotton gaddhe, bade cooking gear, aur purane wardrobes the, ek dhool bhari jagah. Arjun beer can leke aaya. Maine aadha can ek ghoont mein piya aur dakaar liya.

Arjun: Di, kya hua? Nervous?

Main: Chup, mehmaano ko dekh.

Arjun: Tu super-hot lag rahi hai, agar main tera bhai na hota to tujhe bhaga le jata.

Main: Haha, funny! Thodi din se baat nahi hui, ghar chhodne ke baad hectic raha. Girlfriend hai ya abhi virgin?

Arjun: Haan hai, par woh chhune nahi deti. 21 ka virgin hun, na kiss kiya na chhua.

Mujhe daaru sambhalti nahi, aur mujhe Arjun ya Kevin jaise bechare pasand hai—jab unhe apni aukaat pata ho. Jab log meri khubsurati aur akal ke aage khud ko kam maante hai, mujhe unke sapne poore karne ka divine complex hota hai. (Shayad mental condition hai, shrink se milna chahiye.)

Main: Tu chahta hai main tujhe kiss karun?

Tabhi awaaz aayi, “Priya! Yahan hai?” Maine Arjun ko wardrobe mein beer ke saath chhupne ko bola. Sameer liberal Muslim—daaru peeta tha, pork nahi chhuta. Shaadi ke din uske family ko pata chalna bura hota. Darwaza thoda khula tha, aur yeh koi rishtedaar nahi—Kevin tha!

Main: Naam kyun chilla raha hai, harami!

Kevin: Tujhe upar jate dekha, tu wedding dress mein gorgeous lag rahi hai.

Main: Thanks, ab nikal!

Usne mujhe pakda. “Ruk,” maine bola. Woh kiss karne laga, maine chhudaya, par woh ruk nahi raha tha. Dheere-dheere main ladna band karke uska jawab dene lagi. Usne mera haath apne hard cock pe rakha, ragadne laga.

Kiss chhoda, par mera haath wahi raha, rub karta raha. Arjun wardrobe se gusse mein Kevin ko dekh raha tha, maine use chhupne ka ishara kiya. Kevin ziddi tha, virodh se situation bigadti.

Maine uski pant kholi, cock bahar nikala, sehlane lagi. Dress ka khayal rakhte hue ghutno pe baithi aur choosne lagi.

Main: Jaldi kar, koi aa sakta hai.

Kevin: Jo chahta hun kar sakta hun?

Main: Haan, bas dress aur makeup kharab mat kar.

Usne meri gaand mein ungli daali, fir do ungliyon se thodi der choda. Cock meri gaand mein daala, chodne laga. Main boli, “Meri gaand maar,” aur Arjun ko dekhti rahi—use bina chhue tohfa dena chahti thi.

Kevin: Gaand mein cum karun?

Main: Haan, kar!

Usne cum meri gaand mein chhoda, excess ko ungli se saaf karke mere muh mein dala. Maine cock saaf kiya. Woh kapde pehenke chala gaya. Arjun wardrobe se bahar aaya, cock nikla hua, confused.

Main ghutno pe baithi, uska choosa. Woh mere muh mein jhad gaya, maine thook diya. Usne dress thik karne ki offer ki, peeche se uthaya, bola Kevin ka cum leak ho raha hai. Main gusse mein Kevin ko gaali di.

Arjun ne bola jhuk jaun, usne meri gaand se cum choosa aur saaf kiya. Nerves shant hue, mujhe garv tha do logon ki madad karke. Warm smile ke saath main hall mein aayi. Dost gussa the ki main itni der gayab thi.

Stage pe Sameer ke saath baithi. Mehmaan aate rahe, gaand dukhne lagi, main khadi hui. Sameer ne baithne ko bola, maine kaha rude hai. Usne meri humility ki tareef ki, saath khada raha, photos ke liye muskuraya.

Shaadi pe vishwas nahi tha, Sameer ke saath rehti thi, laga kuch nahi badlega. Par bada apartment, parents ke zyada aane, guests se pareshan ho gayi. Purani independent life miss karti thi.

Sameer sex mein acha, caring tha, par travel bohot karta tha. Kevin se connect isi wajah se hua—uski biwi bhi travel karti thi. Jab Sameer ghar pe hota, horny nahi hoti, par jab jata, chahat hoti. Best sex trip se wapas aane pe hota.

Housewife se thak gayi. Sameer ne kaam shuru karne ko bola, poochha job kyun chhodi. Shaadi ka bahana banaya. Raat ko Kevin ko text kiya.

Main: Kev! Jaga hai?

Kevin: Kapde pehen raha hun, tere ghar aa raha hun!

Main: Haan aa, Sameer ghar pe hai, tujhe kaat dega… hehe.

Kevin: Kya madad karun?

Main: Meri position khali hai?

Kevin: Policy hai, externally post kiya, kal Pavan se check karunga. Kab join kar sakti hai?

Main: Turant! Thanks!

Kevin: Kya matlab?

Main: Chhod, good night.

Agla din kaam mein busy rahi. Dopahar mein Pavan ka call aaya—exception dega, par 12 mahine contract sign karna hoga. Kaam pe wapas excited thi. Account activate hua, tickets assign karne lagi.

Kevin sambhla hua tha, sharp lag raha tha—meri absence ne uske hosh thikane laga diye. Ek bhi naughty comment nahi. Maine lunch pe bulaya, usne mana kiya. Insulting laga—Kevin ne thukra diya?! Ego ki baat bani. Uska haath pakda.

Main: Kya ho raha hai Kev!?

Kevin: Chill, Pavan ne hafta bhar pareshan kiya.

Main: Lunch pe aa raha hai na?

Kevin: Haan, thik hai.

Chinese khane gaye. Kevin ne bola bill mujhe pay karna chahiye—wedding treat. (Cheap harami, shaadi mein meri gaand maari, ab treat mangta hai.) Fried rice aur dumplings order kiye. Khane ke wait mein boli.

Main: Mujhe closure chahiye Kev!

Kevin: Dave Chappelle dekh, mujhse kyun?

Main: Chup! Kuch pareshan kar raha hai, loop band karna hai.

Kevin: Kya?

Main: Humare encounters mein mujhe kam mila. Main Sameer ke baare mein open thi, tu apni biwi ke baare mein kuch nahi bolta. Meri shaadi pe meri gaand maari, Sameer ko gaali di. Par mujhe apne ghar nahi bulaya. Teri biwi ke bed pe, uske undergarments pehanke chodna chahti hun. Aaj raat aa sakti hun?

Sangeeta aur Sameer travel pe hai.

Kevin ne neeche dekha, “Hume yeh nahi karna chahiye.” Gussa aaya.

Main: Sameer ke bed pe thik hai, teri biwi ke bed pe nahi?

Woh chup raha, haan bola. Bura laga ki insist karna pada. Kevin ke ghar pahunchi. Usne darwaza khola, “Andar aa,” bolke kheencha, bahar dekha, lock kiya. Ghar sundar tha, Sangeeta ko art pasand tha.

Kevin nervous tha, pehli baar aisa dekha. Kitchen mein slab pe baith gaya, main smile ke saath ghumi. (Pura din soch rahi thi, Kevin ne Sameer ko degrade kiya, badla lena tha—turn-on bhi tha.)

Pink mug dekha, poochha kya yeh Sangeeta ka hai, usne haan bola. Jeans neeche ki, mug ka kinara pussy pe ragda. Kevin annoyed muskura raha tha, roka nahi. Room mein le chalne ko bola.

Wardrobe khola—dresses, sarees, shoes. Gande kapdon mein pink panty mili, mera size. Socha tha Sangeeta moti hogi, par nahi.

Panty soongi, “Teri biwi ki chut meethi hai,” bola. Kevin ne cock nikala, khelne laga. Panty chaati, apni panty uske chehre pe phenki, uski biwi ki panty pehni, lap dance diya. Gaand uske chehre pe rakhi, asshole dikhaya, ungli ragdi.

Main: Taiyaar hai mujhe chodne?

Kevin: Haan.

Main: Pee karna hai, dekhna hai?

Bathroom mein commode pe baithi, panty side ki, pussy kholi, pee kiya. Kevin ne piss dekha. Panty ne pee soak kiya. Uske chehre ko pussy pe dabaya. “Choos.” Toothbrush dhoondha, Vaseline se gaand chodi—dard hua, par Kevin ka chehra dekhne layak tha.

Kevin: Point ban gaya, bedroom chalen?

Mera haath pakda, bathroom se bahar laya. Gussa aaya—mere ghar pe yeh enjoy kiya tha. Ignore kiya, pussy gili thi. Kevin meri gaand mein ungli daalke chuswata tha, pussy chodte hue. Gaand chaatta, soongta—favorite tha.

Mere upar aaya, lund boobs ke beech rakha. Maine uski gaand mein ungli daali. Usne bola, “Ungli nikal, choos.” Aankhon mein dekhte hue choosa.

Kevin: Tere pati ko pata hai tu kitni gandi hai?

Main: Nahi, sirf tere liye gandi kutiya hun.

Woh bola, “Chehre pe thook dun?”

Main: Teri biwi ko pasand aayega ki tu uske bed pe mujhe chodta hai?

Woh chup raha, boobs chodta raha, thook meri gaal pe gira. Phone baja—Sameer. Kevin ne taangein failayi, gaand chodi jab main baat kar rahi thi. Sameer ne poochha kyun haanf rahi hun, maine bola seedhiyon se ankle sprain hua.

Kevin ko roka, par woh tez choda. Sameer ko bola wapas call karungi, “I love you” bolke kaat diya.

Kevin: Kutiya, pati se I love you bolti hai jab mera lund teri gaand mein hai?

Main: Haan, aur andar chodo, I’m cumming!

Saans li. Jaane lagi, photo frame dekha—Sangeeta. Sundar, angelic.

Main: Yeh teri biwi? Main iske saamne kuch nahi.

Kevin: Haan, tu uske paas nahi.

Dil pe laga. Socha tha Kevin pe ehsaan kar rahi hun, par laga main use hui. Gussa, emotion—shabdon mein nahi bata sakti. Thappad marna, rona chahti thi.

Kevin: Sorry, sach bolta hun. Woh model thi, tujhse sundar hai, tu bhi maanti hai na?

Chillayi, “Mera pati tujhse 1000 guna behtar hai, kind, loving, rock hard body, tujhse zyada stamina, tu loser! XXXXXX company mein kaam karta hai, paisa kamata hai, tu Pavan ka office boy rahega, motherfucker!”

Kevin: Shant ho ja.

Main: Go fuck yourself!

Gusse mein darwaze pe sir maara, footpath pe baithke royi. Kevin ka cum meri gaand se nikal raha tha—zindagi ka kamzor moment. Arjun ko call kiya, bus stop pe baithi, woh mujhe ghar le gaya. Kuch galat laga, par usne nahi poochha. Raat rukne ko bola.

Ghar aaye, maine takiya, kambal diya, “Couch pe so,” boli, bed pe gir gayi. Darwaza khula chhoda. Dimaag thaka, sharir sunn, ganda laga. So gayi, do ghante ki nap li. Uthi to Arjun bed pe baitha tha.

Uske peeth pe laat maari, “Kya hua?” Woh aansoon liye bola, “Kuch nahi di.” Use gale lagaya, “Mujhe pata hai tu kyun pareshan hai, hum ek khoon hai.”

Arjun: Tu aisi kyun hai? Pyara pati hai, fir us jerk se kyun milti hai? Main use maar dalunga! Tu bikhar gayi hai!

Main: Sahi hai, nahi pata kyun hun aisi. Promise, sab sambhalungi, time chahiye.

Arjun: Tere paas so sakta hun?

Main: Haan, takiya le aa.

Sone ka natak kiya. Khushi hui—yeh immature ladka gentle, caring tha. Kiss karna chahti thi, par shaadi wale din ka incident yaad tha—usne meri gaand chaati thi, baat nahi ki thi. Badi behen hone ke naate galat tha, use apni toxicity se bachaana tha.

Arjun paas aaya, uski saans gardan pe lagi. “Di, I love you,” bola. Sharir kaanp utha, par natak kiya. Peeth mein khujli hui, tees upar ki, “Khujla de.” Usne dheere ragda, maine bola zor se.

Usne chhidaya, main taangein hawa mein maari. “Aur kuch?” usne poochha. “Nahi, so ja,” boli. Face-to-face hue. Woh mujhe ghoorta raha, 15 minute baad aankhein kholi—mere boobs dekh raha tha.

Muskura di, uska chehra boobs pe dabaya. Uska boner thigh pe laga, woh choosne laga. Passive rahi, sharir free chhoda. Nipples pinch kiye, “Dard ho raha hai?” poochha. Guidance maanga, maine wink kiya.

Pyjama neeche kiya, taangein failayi. Woh pussy ko kareeb se dekhta raha, curious. Taangein aur failayi. Uski saans chut pe lagi, chaatne wala tha, maine roka, “Nahi! Meri holes gandi hai Kevin ke cum se.”

Arjun: Kya matlab di? Bisexual hun kya?

Main: Ladkon ki taraf attract hota hai?

Arjun: Chee, nahi!

Main: To uska cum kyun chaata?

Arjun: Tera sharir pavitra hai, jo nikle woh amrit hai.

Main: Chalu harami, fir bhi nahi. Saaf hona hai.

Arjun: Tujhe nahla doon?

Main: Haan, kyun nahi.

Nange hue, bath stool pe baithi. Woh peeth ragad raha tha, mere saamne aaya, armpit soongi, lund rakha. Main has padi. Woh sharminda hua, maine uska lund pakda, deep throat kiya, balls choose. Woh mere chehre pe jhad gaya.

Paani daala, “Chaar haathon pe aa,” bola. Ungli se Kevin ka cum nikala, holes dhoye. Ek rub se orgasm hua. “Nahana khatam?” “Haan,” bola. “Bahar ja, hagga karna hai,” maine bola.

Woh udaas hua, “Dekh sakta hun?”

“Yuck, nahi!”

Sir jhukake chala gaya. Sochke horny hui ki woh mujhe hagte dekhe. Darwaza khula tha, uski presence lagi. Kaam khatam kiya, gaand nahi saaf ki. “Apni behen ki gaand dhona chahta hai?” bola. Woh taangein failaya, ungli asshole pe ragdi, daali, boobs choosa.

Bath area mein gaand dhoyi. Shower chalu tha, “Pee karna hai,” bola. Toilet ja raha tha, maine roka, “Mujh pe kar.” Muh khola, piss aankh pe lagi, boobs, chehre pe aim kiya. Maine lund pakda, chut pe kiya. Shower aur piss ka feeling shandaar tha. Arjun ne holes chaati, lund sehlaya, jhad gaya.
Bathroom se nange bahar aaye—Sameer bed ke paas khada tha. Meri rooh nikal gayi, Arjun bathroom mein lock ho gaya.

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The clock struck eleven. The house was silent save for the faint hum of the ceiling fan in the living room. Rohini stood in front of the cracked mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the pallu of her maroon saree.

The fabric clung to her curves—not slim, not fat, but a body that carried the weight of years with a quiet confidence. Her waist, soft and rounded, peeked out from the edge of the saree, a gentle invitation to the night ahead. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, streaked with a few strands of silver.

She let out a slow breath. Saturday night had arrived. Down the hall, her teenage daughter, Priya, was fast asleep, her door shut tight. The girl was oblivious to the pact that had woven itself into their home—a secret that pulsed beneath the surface of their everyday lives.

Rohini was the queen of this house. Her voice was sharp and commanding through the week as she directed Ravi and Priya with the authority of a mother who’d weathered abandonment. But tonight, the rules shifted. Tonight, she surrendered.

Ravi’s room was at the end of the corridor, its door slightly ajar. The soft glow of a bedside lamp spilt into the hallway, beckoning her. She stepped forward, her anklets jingling with each movement. The sound was a prelude to what was to come. Her heart thudded in her chest—not from guilt, but from anticipation.

This was their ritual, their unspoken bond. It was forged in the years since her husband had walked out, leaving her to raise two children alone. Ravi had grown into the man of the house, broad-shouldered and solid. The sedentary life of a bank job now softens his once-lean frame.

And Rohini? She had found in him something more than a son. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her. Ravi was already there, sitting shirtless on the edge of his bed. His chest heaved as he watched her. His eyes roamed over her.

Lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the saree, the curve of her hips, the bare expanse of her midriff. He was fat now, yes, but to Rohini, he was power incarnate—her pillar, her release.

“Ma,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. It was a word that carried a thousand meanings between them, a tether to their roles and a bridge to their desires. “Ravi,” she replied, her tone softening as she let the pallu slip from her shoulder.

The maroon saree cascaded down, revealing the blouse that strained against her full breasts. She stepped closer, her bare arms glistening faintly in the lamplight, and stood between his legs. His hands reached for her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her closer.

“You’ve been bossing me around all week,” he said, a playful edge to his voice as he looked up at her. “Telling me to fix the sink, yelling about the bills. But now…”

“Now it’s your turn,” she finished, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. “Take me, Ravi. Make me yours.”

He groaned a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down her spine. His hands slid up her back, unhooking her blouse with practised ease. The garment fell away, exposing her breasts—full and heavy, the dark areolas taut with arousal.

He cupped them, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she let out a soft moan, her head tipping back.

“Fuck, Ma, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. He pulled her onto his lap, her saree bunching up around her thighs as she straddled him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her through his pants, and she ground down instinctively, drawing a hiss from his lips.

“Dirty boy,” she teased, her hands roaming over his broad chest, fingers tangling in the sparse hair there. “You like it when I’m like this, don’t you? All yours to play with.”

“Fuck yes,” he growled, and then his hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack. The sound echoed in the small room, followed by her gasp—a mix of surprise and pleasure. He spanked her again, harder this time, and she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“More,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “Spank me, Ravi. Make it sting.”

He obliged, delivering a series of firm slaps to her plump ass, each one punctuated by her moans—soft at first, then louder, unrestrained. The heat spread across her skin, a delicious burn that made her wetter with every strike. She rocked against him, the friction of their bodies igniting a fire deep within her.

“Such a naughty Ma,” he said, his tone dripping with filthy delight. “Screaming for me like this. What if Priya hears?”

“Let her sleep,” Rohini panted, her hands sliding down to fumble with his pants. “This is our night.”

She freed his cock, thick and pulsing in her grip, and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. He groaned again, louder this time, his head falling back as she worked him with her hand. Her fingers were firmly practised, sliding from base to tip, teasing the sensitive underside until a bead of precum glistened at the head.

“Look at you,” she purred, leaning down to kiss his neck, her lips brushing against his sweaty skin. “So hard for me. You want my mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” he rasped, his hands gripping her hips as she slid off his lap and onto her knees. The sight of her there, saree dishevelled, breasts swaying as she moved, nearly undid him. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep, her tongue swirling over the tip.

The wet, sucking sounds filled the room, mingling with his grunts and her muffled moans. “Ma—oh God, that’s so good,” he choked out, his fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head. She hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his body.

He thrust shallowly into her mouth, unable to hold back. She gagged slightly, then adjusted, taking him deeper, her hands cupping his balls and squeezing gently. When she pulled back, a string of saliva connected her lips to his cock, and she grinned up at him, wicked and wild.

“You taste so good, Ravi. My big, strong man.”

He yanked her up by the arms, crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. Their tongues tangled, hot and desperate, as he shoved her saree up to her waist. Her thighs were thick and soft, and he spread them wide, positioning her over him. But then he paused, reaching for the drawer beside his bed.

“Condom,” he muttered, fumbling with the foil packet. She watched, her chest heaving, as he rolled it on, the latex stretching over his girth. Safety was their rule—unspoken but ironclad.

“Good boy,” she whispered, and then she sank onto him, inch by agonizing inch. They both moaned at the sensation—her tight, wet heat enveloping him, his thickness stretching her in all the right ways. She started to move, slow at first, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made her breasts bounce.

“Fuck, Ma, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her ass as she rode him. “So fucking perfect.”

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice a sultry command even in her submission. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He thrust up to meet her, their bodies slapping together with a wet, primal sound. She cried out, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as he pounded into her. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall, but they didn’t care. The world outside this room didn’t exist.

“Ravi—oh, Ravi, yes!” she screamed, her nails raking down his back. He spanked her again, the sharp sting pushing her closer to the edge, and she clenched around him, her body trembling.

“Cum for me, Ma,” he growled, his voice raw. “Let me feel you.”

She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. He followed moments later, his thrusts erratic as he spilt into the condom, a guttural “Fuck!” tearing from his throat.

They collapsed together, sweaty and spent, her saree a tangled mess around her waist. She lay on his chest, listening to the rapid thud of his heart. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his arm. He kissed her forehead, tender now, the storm of their passion giving way to quiet intimacy.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft in the afterglow.

“So are you,” she replied, nuzzling closer. “My man.”

They stayed like that for a while, talking in hushed tones about nothing and everything—the week behind them, the days ahead. The condoms were discarded, the room heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, but there was no rush to move.

Saturday night was theirs, a sacred space carved out of their complicated lives. The next Saturday night pulsed with their usual fervour. Rohini straddled Ravi in his dimly lit room. Her navy-blue saree bunched around her hips, her blouse long discarded.

Her breasts swayed as she rode him, his hands clamped on her waist, guiding her down onto his condom-sheathed cock. The air crackled with their heat—her sharp gasps, his guttural groans, the wet smack of flesh against flesh.

“Ma, you’re killing me,” he rasped, thrusting up hard. Her ass was still tingling from his earlier spanks. “More, Ravi—fuck me,” she hissed, nails raking his chest, lost in the primal rhythm. Then—a creak. Sharp, unmistakable, slicing through their haze. The hallway.

They froze mid-thrust, breath caught in their throats. Rohini’s eyes widened, darting to the door—closed, but the flimsy lock mocked their secrecy. Her heart slammed against her ribs, arousal drowned by dread. Priya. She was supposed to be asleep, dead to the world. Wasn’t she?

“Ravi—” Her whisper was a choked plea as she slid off him, yanking the saree over her heaving chest. His erection bobbed, ignored, as he scrambled into his pants, sweat beading on his brow. “What if she—”

“Shh,” he cut her off, voice tight, creeping to the door. He pressed his ear against it, straining to hear. Nothing. Then—a shuffle. Bare feet on wood, slow, deliberate. Too close. Rohini’s stomach lurched, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with her blouse hooks, the fabric slipping in her clammy grip.

Ravi cracked the door an inch, peering into the shadows. Priya stood there, glass in hand, eyes half-lidded but narrowing as they met his. “Ravi?” Her voice was thick with sleep, but suspicion edged it. “What’s that noise? It woke me.”

His throat bobbed. “Just—uh—dropped something,” he stammered, forcing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Go back to sleep, Priya. It’s late.”

She stared, unblinking, the silence stretching taut as a wire. Water sloshed in her glass as she shifted, peering past him into the room. Rohini shrank back, clutching the saree, her pulse a deafening roar. One step closer, and Priya would see everything.

“Fine,” Priya muttered at last, turning away, her footsteps fading. Her door clicked shut. Ravi locked theirs, exhaling a ragged breath as he faced Rohini. Her chest heaved, fear and lust warring in her eyes.

“Too fucking close,” she whispered, voice shaking, but a dark thrill curled her lips. He stalked toward her, predatory, yanking her into his arms. The saree fell again as their mouths crashed together, desperate, reckless. “Quiet this time,” he growled against her lips, pushing her back onto the bed.

Her muffled moan vibrated against his hand as he covered her mouth. Their bodies reignited with a ferocity sharpened by the razor’s edge of danger. Saturday night cloaked Rohini’s room in shadows, the air thick with anticipation.

She lay beneath Ravi, her maroon saree a crumpled heap on the floor, her body arching as he moved inside her. The bed creaked faintly. Her stifled moans mingled with his ragged breaths, the condom a thin shield between their forbidden passion.

At forty-eight, Rohini surrendered to her twenty-seven-year-old son, their weekly ritual a secret carved in sweat and whispers. When they finished, she rested against his chest, the used condom knotted in tissue and shoved under the mattress—an oversight in their haze.

“Priya’s been too quiet lately,” Rohini murmured, her fingers tracing his arm. At sixteen, her daughter was sharp and observant. “She almost caught us last week. What if she suspects?”

Ravi exhaled, brushing her hair back. “She’s just a teenager, Ma. Probably thinks I’m sneaking out or something. We’ll be careful.” His voice was steady, but her brow creased with unease.

“We have to be,” she said softly, kissing his jaw before he slipped away, leaving her alone in the dark.

Sunday afternoon hummed with lazy heat. Rohini was at the market, and Ravi was out with friends. Priya, restless, padded into her mother’s room, her ponytail swaying. She needed a hairpin—Rohini kept spares in the bedside drawer.

The door sighed open, and she stepped in, the faint scent of jasmine teasing the air. She tugged at the drawer, sifting through odds and ends when her fingers brushed something beneath the mattress. Frowning, she pulled it free—a tissue, heavy and crinkled.

She peeled it open, revealing a used condom, its sheen stark against the white. Her stomach flipped, a gasp catching in her throat. “Gross,” she muttered, holding it at arm’s length. Then it hit her—her mother was having an affair. Or something worse.

Her mind spun, eyes darting to the nightstand, where a small frame held Rohini’s photo, her smile frozen in time from happier days. Priya’s chest tightened, the condom dangling from her fingers like a question mark.

“Ma?” she whispered, voice quaking. The affair made sense—some secret lover sneaking in. But Ravi’s late nights here, the locked doors, the noises she’d heard. Her gaze flicked between the condom and the picture, her pulse racing. “No way,” she mumbled, shaking her head, yet the doubt rooted deep.

She stood there, frozen, the tissue trembling in her grip. Was it a stranger? Or someone closer? The room offered no answers, only silence thick with the weight of what she might uncover.

THE END

Hi readers, My name is Suma, and I am 38 years old. I work in a reputed organization in Bangalore. I am almost 5.7ft high and weigh about 60 kg. I am settled in Bangalore with my husband and kid. I am a fitness freak. I started going to the gym just after my marriage.

I have maintained my personality well. My body’s vital status is 32-30-32, and I am fair in colour. My marriage took place in 2011, and I became a mother in 2013. I had a supportive partner and in-laws.

One fine day, I saw someone with whose brother I was in love at a young age. I was 19 years old. After my matriculation, I moved to Mysore for higher education. I stayed with my uncle and aunt and started going to PU College.

For the first time, I met Wariz, who was my neighbour. He was my classmate, too. We started going to college, and we were doing the combined studies, too. We both became very close, and even his parents took care of me well. We joined B.Sc. together in the same college.

I noticed the changes in his body. He was going to the gym and becoming very attractive. He trained me in a few workouts that I can perform at home, which I continue to do to this day. My parents, uncle, aunt, and his parents became very close. We celebrated festivals, functions, and family trips together.

Days were going normally. One day, a girl asked me for help proposing to him. I just passed the message to him saying, “Shilpa is in love with you and wanted to talk to you.” He scolded me and asked me one question, “How would you have reacted if we were in love? Then she asked for your help.”

I was not responding and was sad. He was trying to console me as I started crying. He hugged me and started tapping my back shoulder, wiping my eyes. After I became normal, he took me to his home. He told his parents that he loved me and was willing to marry me.

“So please talk to Suma’s parents and arrange our marriage.” I was shocked and standing like solid rock. We were just 20 years old, and he was talking about marriage. His father was convincing him, saying that he should concentrate on his studies.

“If Suma accepts you, we don’t have any objection to accepting her as our daughter-in-law. If she doesn’t accept you, then you have to forget her completely and concentrate on your studies.”

His parents asked me about his marriage proposal. I was given marriage acceptance based on one condition. I told them that if my parents accepted, then I would agree to marry Wariz. His parents went to my native place, and they had discussions. Finally, all of them agreed to my marriage to Wariz.

That was the first time Wariz and I had a lip-lock kiss for almost 10 minutes. We both hugged, kissed and spent more time. After our marriage discussion, we had a small engagement ceremony. My father gifted him a Hero Honda Splendor, on which we travelled to the surroundings of Mysore.

Days were going well. We did not have any movement other than kissing, though we both knew about sex. As his body was getting fit because of a gym workout, I told him that I wanted to see his bare chest. He, in return, asked me, “What are you going to show me then?”

With a shy face, I will show you whatever you want to see. But there was a problem. “Where and When?” We found out that his cousin’s place is vacant, but we can spend quality time there if I agree. I said I was OK with that. He took me to his cousin’s home.

He became naked and gave me some body-building poses. I was unable to close my eyes in front of his beautiful body. Muscular body, almost 6ft, sexy eyes, nice thigh shape, Huff, how to explain. I asked him to close his eyes, but he refused to close and asked me to strip my dress.

I dropped all my clothes. That was the first time I saw a man naked, and I exposed myself to a man naked. We both hugged and rubbed our every body part. Kissing was not stopping. His hands were pressing my breast firmly, and his fingers were twisting my nipples.

He then asked me to suck his dick like I was licking candy. I loved him so much that I never said no to his words until he was alive. I started to suck his dick. he was trembling, his legs were shivering.

He was shouting, “Suma, hot juice will come out now. Don’t let it spoil. Take it in your mouth completely. Please don’t disappoint me.” I continued sucking his dick, and he sprayed his huge load in my mouth. It was awkward for me in the beginning, but I drank it completely.

He hugged me and then kissed my lips passionately. When I saw his face, I found satisfaction. We both were on the bed. He was caressing my bare back, and another hand was squeezing my breast.

He asked me, “Can you make my dick erect? Honey, I want to feel the dick entering your holes and be willing to know whether it hurts you. If it hurts, then I have to think and control my sexual feelings.”

Me – Wariz, if it hurts, don’t worry, I will accept the pain for your happiness. And you need not request anything in sex. Just tell me what you expect. I will try completing that for you because I love you so much, which I can’t explain.

Wariz – One time, make my dick erect. Allow me to enjoy the feeling of entering both your holes.

I sat in between his legs, took his dick to lick. His dick was erected completely. I took his entire dick deep inside my mouth and gaggled myself for some time. He started to push my head deeper towards his dick too. I asked him to comfort himself so that I could take his dick in my pussy.

I slowly started to take his dick deep inside my pussy. He then stopped me and said, “I want to test you.” I asked a test of what? He did not say anything and pushed his half-entered dick deep inside my pussy in one go. That act made my eyes roll out of tears. I tried to control a lot.

He sat up and hugged me, and started consoling me gently. Then he said, “Every first sex will be hard to digest for women. I know you are very soft, and I will change my sexual behaviour with you.”

Me – You only said every first sex would be hard, but after that, it would be easy. So, you need not change your behaviour in fucking me. I am OK with that.

We both started kissing each other’s lips, and he was tapping my bum. I asked what, and he said, “Ride my dick and then lip-lock me.” I did ride his dick for about 15 minutes with all my strength. He noticed that I was getting tired, so we both rolled over and made me lay on the bed.

He then started to dig my pussy with full pleasure and pressure. I was closing my mouth so that I wouldn’t scream. “You can scream, and don’t panic. I will increase the volume of the TV.” He increased the TV volume and then started to fuck my pussy.

I was in a heavenly feeling and moaning louder, “Yeah fuck me, Wariz and give me your Waris in my womb. Wariz, don’t stop it. Wariz, please bite my nipples, come on, Wariz.”  He was about to cum, and he removed his dick from my pussy and spread his cum on my forehead.

He said, “This is my Sindhoor to you.” I cleaned my pussy which had blood spots, and also my forehead. I came out of the bathroom and started to lick his dick. We spent almost a whole day in his cousin’s home. Before moving, he asked me to lick his dick.

I licked his dick and took his cum inside his mouth, then showed it to him. We had the best sleep on that night. We enjoyed every day with lots of fun, safe sex, travelling and trekking. We have seen many sex movies using the internet at the net centre.

One day, he talked about his kinky sexual fantasy, and I was stunned. He told me that he wants to see someone’s fucking in life. I said it’s not possible, and no one will allow others to watch them fuck with strangers. We did not discuss that.

My mind was itching to make his wish come true, but I did not dare to say that to him. Again, he said, it would be so much fun if I could see someone fucking live. I said, “I think you are planning to trick me right.” He said, “No, I am not tricking anything.”

I told my wish. I asked him whether he allowed someone to see me getting fucked. In return, he told me, “Why should I allow someone to watch your fuck? I am the owner. I have full rights to watch and fuck you in all possible ways.”

I asked him, “Are you sure? You want your to-be-wife to be fucked by others, and you watch that?” He told me that he wouldn’t force me. Then, the conversation ends there only. Again, he took the topic after a couple of months and said, “When am I going to see that fun?”

I said, “I think you are becoming mad.” His love, care and honest behaviour make him decide to fulfil his fantasy before marriage. Then, I reminded him of my commitment, which I had given on our first sex. “So, you decide whether you really want it or not.”

He hugged me and said, “Do you love me so much?” I said yes. He did not speak. We started to spend days in studies, and physical fun, like kissing, sucking, fingering and sometimes sex too. It was the first anniversary of our engagement. He decided to visit Chikkamagaluru, where his relatives reside.

We left for Chikkamagaluru and stayed for almost 5 days.

Wariz – Honey, really, don’t you have any issues with my interest in sex?

I said, “I love you and trust you. So, I am coming with you. I know you have already arranged a fun activity, but I want to make sure it won’t hurt my feelings.” He hugged me and said, “I love you.” We went to the tea plantation, which belonged to his father.

His father has constructed a small house. We purchased groceries to cook with a few utensils, along with a small gas stove. He gave holidays to all the workers except two. One person’s name is Sirajuddin, and another person is Karim. He suggested they not come near home as he is going to have the best time.

We enjoyed open-area sex in the night and roamed naked on the plantation. We took a bath in the open plantation. I took  cum inside pussy for the first time. I then walked into the plantation while his  cum was dripping from my pussy.

After the third day, he asked me whether he had a chance for his fantasy to come true. I said, “If you really want to, then I don’t have any problem with your fantasy.” He never had hard or harsh sex with me from our first sex.

He asked me to wear only a top and a skirt without any inner. I obeyed his words and wore the top with a skirt. He took me to the place where Sirajuddin and Karim were working. Wariz sat on the small wall. I came in between his legs and then started watching their work.

Wariz slowly whispered in my ears that he would lift my t-shirt and then squeeze my boobs in front of them.

Me: I’m really scared because of their heavy physical contact. Let me know whether you really need this fun.

Wariz: if you’re scared, then I don’t want this to happen

We continued to watch their work and chat with them. I saw his dull face and signalled him to go ahead and lift my top and free my well-shaped boobs in the air. In the next few minutes, he started to rub my boobs, and we were both observing the workers on their reactions.

He suddenly pulled up my t-shirt and freed my mango-shaped stiff and firm boobs to the air. My black nipples were erect, and he started to twist harder, to which I moaned. Suddenly they both turned and saw my bare chest and boobs.

Wariz then moved his hands below my skirt and lifted it, then started fingering my pussy. I, with pleasure, lifted my head, and we both started to kiss and chew lips harder. Wariz called the workers and asked them to enjoy my boobs the way they wanted.

Both guys started to suck my breast, twist my complete breast and bite my nipples. I was thrilled by that sex and removed my skirt while kissing Wariz. I think Sirajuddin helped me in removing my skirt.

Wariz – Honey, I am really sorry. I am going to use bad words now. Please forgive me. I want to enjoy this sex of yours.

I am smiling and shy, “I am happy that you are satisfied. That’s enough for me, and you can use bad words. I welcome that.”

Wariz told his workers that this bitch was their lunch and dinner for the day. “You guys are lucky that you have got such a soft flesh, white and beautiful girl you have got to fuck. Fuck this randi and make her beg for merciless fuck. Let me see how much whore thing she carries in her soul and mind.”

Wariz to me – Randi, get fucked and make me proud of having such a voluptuous, sexual, sensual lady as my wife.

Me – With pleasure, my love, let me start my whore thing starting from you and start sucking his dick.

Workers arranged the bed in a couple of minutes. Sirajuddin and Karim laid me on the bed. One was playing with my breast, and the other was licking my neatly maintained labia.

Wariz threw some condom packs and said, “Use this to fuck my life partner and make her feel herself as whore. Remember, she is lunch and dinner for you and don’t be hurry in finishing fuck.”

Both laughed and said, “Malik, we understand that you don’t have any issues in fucking your wife, but we take your permission to punish her body and drop some bite marks too.”

Wariz looked at me and said, “I want to see her as a whore, do whatever you want. Let this bitch ask for merciless fucking.” Wariz was fucking my mouth, and the other two were busy giving bite marks on my boobs. I drank cum from Wariz’s dick.

Karim placed his normal size dick on my face and gave me a tight slap on my face. When I opened my mouth in pain, he dropped his dick in my mouth to lick and suck. He also spread his cum inside my mouth.

It was Sirajuddin’s turn. He showed his huge size dick inside my mouth to be fucked. I took his complete 8-inch long and about 4-inch thick dick deep inside my throat. He started to fuck my mouth like a piston.

I tapped his bum to stop whenever I got choked. But most of the time, he would not stop and kept on fucking my mouth. I vomited my spit because of the continued fuck in my mouth. He spread his cum on my face, which I licked, taking cum in hand.

Karim’s dick was fully erect. He pushed me onto the bed, widening my legs and shoving his condom-covered dick inside my pussy. Wariz asked me to suck Sirajuddin’s dick. I pulled him, then started to suck and play with his dick. His dick was completely erect with extra strength this time.

Wariz orders him to rip off my anal while Karim is fucking my pussy. Karim shouted, “No, I want this bitch anal to fuck and tear.” But Sirajuddin did not give him a choice. Wariz asked Karim to lie on the bed. I took his dick inside pussy, and from back, I took Sirajuddin’s dick without a condom.

I was easily feeling Sirajuddin’s dick moving in my anal than Karim’s dick inside my pussy. Sirajuddin’s strokes were driving me crazy, and it may be because of Karim’s fuck in my pussy. As Wariz said, I started begging for more fuck like this double penetration.

I gave my breast to Karim to punish them. Karim held my nipple in his teeth and started to pull towards him. It was painful, but the pleasure below my waist made me beg for such merciless bang for more. They both banged me for about 30 minutes on a rotational basis, and both cum in my anal.

After that fuck I reached Wariz and asked whether he was happy or not. He hugged me and asked me to enjoy it completely. Once we married, I might not be able to enjoy this kind of sex.

I hugged him and said, “I am doing this only for you. I am happy with what I have, but you gave me more of this bang. I am happy that you thought this level.”

Wariz – Suma, you need not worry about anything today. Enjoy this from the bottom of your heart. It’s your day, and if you want to enjoy this for the next two days, I am OK with that, too.

He pushed me towards Sirajuddin and Karim. Sirajuddin held my lips and started chewing them very hard, so my lips were damaged. Karim was biting my boob’s flesh, and his other hand was crushing my boobs. I moved my fingers in Sirajuddin’s hair and started to exchange saliva with him.

Sirajuddin started to pass on his spit into my mouth. Upon drinking his spit, he locked my lip and shared his spit again. He stopped for a minute and called Wariz. He said, “Malik, see how much dirty Bhabhi you have. She drinks our spits. Let us demonstrate that for you, Malik.”

Both got up and asked me to open my mouth and started filling their spit in my mouth. I took Karim’s hand and placed it on my mouth and Sirajuddin’s hand to my pussy to do fingering. Sirajuddin was fingering, and I drank their spit completely.

Karim asked me, “Malkin, are you ready to do a dirty act? Can you lick our asshole?” I saw Wariz’s face, and then he said, “That’s one of the best acts. You guys carry on, give your ass holes, she will make you feel good.” Karim sat on my face in 69 positions, and I licked both worker’s assholes one by one.

It was high time for them, and they said, “Let us tear off this bitch pussy now.” Sirajuddin lay on the bed. I adjusted his dick in my pussy, Karim trying to enter my pussy from the back. With great difficulty, he, too, entered my pussy and started piston movement.

Rubber-covered dicks were making me wilder and also kind of pain and pleasure. Both were moving quickly. I was in high time with lots and lots of pleasure, screaming in pleasure, crushing my breast in my hand. Pulling my breast from my teeth.

I closed my eyes with pleasure because of the double penetration in pussy. I was pulling my hair, trying to crush my boobs, lick Sirajuddin’s bare nipples and try sucking them. I was begging for hard and hard fuck. “Come on fuck me, yeah, make me whore, make me your keep, you mother fuckers.”

I got a tight slap on my bare and soft bum. The sound of the slap was loud and clear. My bum was completely red in that hard fuck. Both were about to cum, and without control, they cum in a condom. Wariz asked me to drink the cum from condoms, which I did indeed.

Later drinking cum, blew the condom with an air blower and covered my complete face. Then both started to pee on me, and Karim entered my anal while peeing, then filled my anal hole.

After that fuck we came back to Mysore and stayed together very much happily. Wariz did not utter a word about the fuck which I had with others at Chikkamagaluru until he was alive. Even our marriage also got fixed, and there was a gap of almost 6 months between the marriage dates.

I wanted to become a mother before I got married. When I talked about my wish, he happily agreed, and even he convinced his parents for that matter.

His mother asked me, “Kya beti app bhi aise kwayish rakthe ho. Hameto apne bete ki kushi ke saamne aur kuch nahi chahiye. Aap dono kushi se raho, wahi hamare liye badi baat hain. Hum bi aap donoke faisle se koi aitraz nahi. Tum maa banana ki tayyari karo meri beta baap banana ke liye tayyar karega.”

(Don’t worry, my daughter. Do as you both wish and be happy. We will accept everything as it comes.) I was shocked to listen to all these words from my MIL.

One fine day, he slept in the night but could not wake up in the morning. Upon doing all the formalities by doctors, they said he had a heart arrest. Maybe in the night, because of which he left this world. I was in complete shock and kind of trauma for almost 3 years.

Wariz’s parents cared for and nurtured me very well to get out of that loss. They started convincing me to get married to another person, at least for my parents’ sake.

Finally, my parents and Wariz’s parents fixed my marriage, which took place in 2011. I don’t want to publish this experience. But after meeting her sister, I recollected all my memories. I told her about my love with my current husband and carried Wariz’s Image in my wardrobe until now.

Hello bhaiyon our behno. Kaise hai aap sab log? Umeed hai sab theek honge, and aap sab ki chudai achi chal rahi hogi. Bhai apne lund ko khush rakh rahe honge, and behne apni chut ko khush rakh rahi hongi.

Mera naam Chandani singh hai, and main Jaipur mein ek gaon ke rehne wali hu. Waise main jab se 8 saal ki hui thi, mujhe mere papa ne Mumbai padhne bhej diya. Uske baad main saal do saal mein ek baar apne gaon aati hu. Wo bhi shaadi ho kisi ke, ya kuch problem ho, ya bas kabhi chuttiyon mein.

Acha main aap logon ka samay barbaad nahi karti hu, and apni body ke baare mein batati hu. 34b-30-36 hai mera size, and maine jab se pehli chudai karwayi hai, uske baad se main chudwane ki bahut shaukeen hu. Par ye baat bas main jaanti hu, ya jab mujhe koi chod leta hai wo jaanta hai.

Main kisi ko aisa zahir nahi hone deti hu ki main andar se kaisi hu kaise nahi. Sab ko lagta hai ki main bahut hi shareef ladki hu dil se. To ab main aati hu apni story pe.

Mere sath aisa hua ki main abhi January ke maheene mein hi 2025 mein apne gaon gayi thi. Mere dada ji bahut beemar the. Wo hospital mein admit the, isliye mujhe bhi jana pada, ki kahin unki death ho jaye, isliye main sochi milne jaati hu.

Hamare ghar se thodi si door akele kheton mein ek jhopdi mein ek aadmi rehta tha. Main jab bhi apne doston ke sath ghoomne jati thi, to main dekha karti thi ki bechara kaise akela rehta tha. Abhi thand ka mausam chal raha tha, to main sochti thi ki uska khaana-peena kon banata hoga?

Fir ek din maine mann mein socha main usse aise hi baat karne jaungi. Maine apni ek dost ko kaha-

Main: Chal na wo uncle se baat karenge.

To usne mana kar diya, and usne kaha: Tu hi jaa.

Fir wo mujhe chhodh ke chali gayi. Main jab uski jhopdi mein andar gayi, to bechara wo andar apni chaar paayi pe leta tha kambal odh ke. Fir main andar jaake usko boli-

Main: Baba mujhe aapse baat karni hai. Kya mein andar aau?

Us time maine jeans top and upar jacket pehni thi sardi ki wajah se.

Usne kaha: Haa beta aao, kya baat karni hai aapko?

Fir main andar gayi, and uski chaar paayi pe uske bagal mein baith gayi.

Fir maine kaha: Baba aapka koi nahi hai kya, jo aap akele rehte hai?

Usne kaha: Mera koi nahi hai. Ek beti thi, uski bhi shaadi ho gayi, and ab main akela hi hu.

Maine kaha: To aapka khaana-peena kon banata hai baba?

Usne kaha: Beti pehle to aap batao yahan aap kiske yahan rehti ho? Maine pehle kabhi dekha nahi aapko.

Maine usko kaha: Baba wo main Ramesh ki beti hu. Par main shehar mein rehti hu, yahan main bas kuch dino ke liye aayi hu. Wo dada ji ki tabiyat kharaab hai na.

To usne kaha: Ohh, to tu Ramesh ke beti hai. Wo to maine tujhe bahut chhoti dekha tha beti.

Maine kaha: Baba batao na aapka khaana-peena kon banata hai?

Baba ne kaha: Beti wo main khud banata hu, and mujhe kon bana ke dega beti?

Fir usne kaha: Tu mere paas kyun aayi hai?

Maine kaha: Baba wo main roz teen din se dekh rahi hu aap akele rehte hai, and mujhe aap pe taras aata hai ki aap kaise rehte hai. Aap itne buzurg ho gaye hai baba.

Fir usne kaha: Ohhh beti, tu kitni achi hai, jo mujh buddhe pe tujhe taras aaya, and mera haal-chaal poochne tu aayi mere paas (itna kehte hue usne mere sir pe hath fera, and ashirwad diya).

Maine kahi: Dhanyawad baba.

Fir maine kaha: Baba aapko thandi nahi lagti hai? Ye aapka kambal kitna patla hai. Kaise rehte hai aap aisi thand mein isme baba?

To usne kaha: Beti wo ab kya karu? Main thehra gareeb insan. Kahan tere papa jitne paise hai, jo main naya kambal loonga. Jo hai so yahi hai.

Mujhe bahut bura laga and maine kaha: Baba aapko main kal naya kambal laake doongi. Theek hai baba, ab main chalti hu.

Jaise hi main uthi, to baba ne kaha: Beti ruko, kya tum mujhe utha ke wahan leke chalogi? Mujhe peshaab karna hai, and meri do din se tabiyat nahi theek hai. Agar tu meri madad kar degi to acha hoga bahut. Bhagwan tujhe dua dega.

Maine kaha: Haa-haa baba, kyun nahi.

Fir maine apna hath aage badhaya, aur kaha: Aao baba, main leke chalti hu aapko.

Fir baba ne bhi apna hath aage badhaya aur maine usko khada kiya. Wahin paas mein open jagah ki taraf usne ishara kiya, aur kaha-

Baba: Wahan chalo.

Main usko wahan leke gayi, aur kaha: Baba yahan kahan peshaab karne ki jagah hai?

Baba ne kaha: Beti main to yahin khule mein kar loonga, tu chali jaa beti.

To maine kaha: Baba main to chali jaungi, par aap kaise jaoge fir?

Baba ne kaha: Main chala jaunga beti.

To maine kaha: Baba main yahin rukti hu. Aap kar lo peshaab. Main aapko dobara aapki jagah pe chhodh ke hi jaungi baba.

Baba ne kaha: Theek hai beti.

Fir main wahin khadi rahi, to baba ne kaha: Beti tu udhar muh kar le.

To maine kaha: Ok baba.

Aur maine peeche ki taraf muh kiya. Fir baba ne apni lungi kholi hogi, and peshab karne baith gaye the. Pata laga mujhe jab unke peshab karne ki aawaaz aayi. Tab meri naa chaahte hue bhi baba ki taraf nazar gayi, and maine dekha baba ka soya hua lund bhi kya batau kitna bada lag raha tha. Meri to aap yakeen nahi karoge, aankhen fatti reh gayi. And main mudi aur usko dekhne lagi.

Baba ne mujhe dekha aur kaha: Beti peeche mat dekh, udhar hi reh.

Itna kehte hi maine kaha: Baba maaf karna.

And main peeche dekhne lagi. Baad mein baba ne peshab kiya, aur khade hue. Fir lungi sahi ki and kaha-

Baba: Chal beti.

Maine kahi: Jee baba chalo.

And baba ko maine uski chaar paayi pe bithayi. Fir baba ne apna kambal liya, and let gaye. Main bhi uske baaju mein baith gayi, and baba se kaha-

Main: Baba aapko raat mein akele yahan darr nahi lagta?

To usne kaha: Beti mujhe buddhe ko kaisa darr? And mujhse koi kya le jayega? Main to gareeb hu beti.

Maine baba ko kaha: Baba aap bahut ache insaan hai.

Fir baba ne kaha: Beti tujh jaisi ladki bhagwan sabhi ko de. Toone mujh jaise gareeb ke baare mein socha, mere paas aayi, baatein ki, meri madad karne ke liye kaha.

Maine kaha: Baba koi baat nahi.

Fir maine jaan-boojh ke baaton mein kaha: Baba mujhe bhi thand lag rahi hai bahut. And mujhe aap se baat karna acha lag raha hai. Aur baatein karni hai. Kya main aapke kambal mein let jau baba?

Itna sunte hi pehle to wo meri taraf dekhne laga ajeeb si nazar se.

Fir maine kaha: Baba kya dekh rahe ho?

Baba ne kaha: Beti kuch nahi, let jaa agar tujhe koi problem nahi hai to.

Mujhe baba ka lund apne hath mein leke dekhna tha. Main to bas bahana laga kar kahi thi unko.

Fir baba ne kaha: Jab tujhe koi aitraaz nahi hai, to let jaa beti.

Main bina deri kiye baba ke kambal mein let gayi, and maine baba se kaha: Baba aap kab se yahan akele rehte hai?

To baba ne kaha: Beti main to yahan 4 saal se reh raha hu akele.

Maine baba ko kaha: Baba aap kahin aur kyun nahi rehte hai? Aapka kahin ghar hoga na, jahan pehle rehte the?

To usne bataya: Beti maine jab apni beti ke shaadi ki thi, to maine wo bech ke hi shaadi ki. Ab to mera sab kuch jo hai yahi hai.

Main baba se baatein kar rahi thi, and main baaton-baaton mein baba ke lund pe apna hath le gayi. Main hath wahan rakh rakh di, par baba ne mujhe kuch nahi kaha. Fir main baaton mein kahi-

Main: Baba mera bhi yahan aake mann nahi lagta hai. Ab main jab tak yahan hu, roz aapke paas aa jaya karungi aapse baat karne. Baba aapko koi problem to nahi hogi na?

Baba ne kaha: Nahi beti, jab tera mann kare tu aa jana beti.

Maine kaha: Dhanyawad baba.

Fir maine baba ka lund pakad liya.

Baba ne kaha: Beti ye kya kar rahi ho?

Maine kaha: Baba kuch bhi to nahi. Maine kya kiya?

To baba ne kaha: Apna hath hatao wahan se. Ye achi baat nahi hai beti.

Maine kaha: Baba kuch nahi hota, rehne do na.

Baba ne kaha: Beti main tujhse bahut bada hu umar mein. Ye mat karo, tum pareshan ho jaogi.

Main: Baba main kaise pareshan ho jaungi? Main aapki baat nahi samjhi aapne kya kaha?

Baba ne meri taraf dekha our kaha: Beti tu nahi samjhegi.

Maine kahi: Baba please samjhao na.

And maine baba ka lund pakad ke masal diya.

Baba ka lund khada hone laga tha. Baba ne kaha: Beti rehne do.

Maine kahi: Baba mujhe aapka lund dekhna hai.

Baba ne kaha: Beti koi jaayega yahan khulla hai, and kaise dekhogi tum?

Maine kaha: Baba aapke paas koi jagah hogi wahan chalo. Bas mujhe dekhna hai aapka lund.

Baba ne kaha: Acha ek jagah hai beti. Par beti abhi raat hone wali hai. Tu ghar chali jaa, nahi to tere ghar waale fikar karenge.

Maine kaha: Baba aap uska mat socho. Mujhe phone aayega to keh doongi main apne saheli ke ghar hu.

Fir Baba ne kaha: Acha theek hai, mere peeche peeche aaja.

Fir baba ne mujhe kambal se baahar jaane kaha. Main kambal se baahar aayi, and baba bhi kambal se baahar aaye. Maine dekha baba ka lund poora khada tha, tanna hua tha, and baba apni jhopdi ke peeche ki taraf chalne laga. Main bhi uske peeche-peeche chalne lagi. Thodi si door jaane ke baad wo mujhe ek khet ke andar le gaya. Fir usne kaha-

Baba: Beti yahan koi nahi aayega.

Maine kaha: Acha baba.

To baba ne kaha: Haa beti

Main baba ke paas aayi, aur baba ko kahi: Baba mujhe aapka lund dikhao na.

Baba ne kaha: Beti kabhi kisi ko kehna mat, nahi to tera papa mujh maar daalega.

Maine kaha: Nahi baba, main kabhi kissi ko nahi kahungi.

Fir baba ne apni lungi khol di, aur baba bus apni chaddi mein aa gaya. Maine baba ka chaddi ke upar se lund dekha to poora lund phoola hua dikh raha tha. Maine baba ke kandhe pe ek hath rakha, aur ek hath se chaddi ke upar se lund ko dabaya.

Baba ne kaha: Beti late mat kar. Jo karna hai, dekhna hai, jaldi dekh le.

Maine kaha: Haa baba.

Aur fir maine baba ki chaddi mein apna hath daal diya, and usko maine pakad liya. Baba ne apna hath mere sir pe rakha, and mujhe ghutno ki taraf daba kar bitha diya. Main apne aap samajh gayi ki baba mere muh mein apna lund dena chaahta tha. Kyunki main pehle bhi apni chudai karwa chuki thi teen logon se.

Jab main ghutno ke bhaar baithi, to maine der na karte hue baba ki chaddi neeche ki, and baba ka lund tanna hua azaad ho gaya. Fir maine baba ka lund apne hath mein pakad ke dekha, aur usko ek kiss kiya. Apne lips jab maine baba ke lund pe lagaye, to baba ke muh se ssss ki awaaz nikli.

Fir main baba ka lund muh mein leke choosne lagi. Par baba ka lund mere muh mein poora nahi aa raha tha. Aadhe se aadha hi lund mere muh mein aa raha tha, and main utna hi lund choos rahi thi.

Baba ka lund maine choos-choos ke geela kar diya tha, and baba ka lund poora khada ho chuka tha.

Fir baba ne kaha: Beti khadi ho jaa.

Main khadi ho gayi. Fir baba ne pehle to apni lungi ko chaadar bana ke wahan khet mein bicha diya. Uske baad baba ne mujhe nangi hone kaha. Main baba ko haa mein sir hila di, and main khud apne saare kapde utaar ke bra panty mein aa gayi. Baba bhi poora nanga ho gaya apna kurta utaar ke.

Fir baba ne bra ke upar se hi mere boobs ko dabana start kiya. Baba kisi haiwan ke jaise mere boobs ko dabane laga.

Maine baba ko rokte hue kaha: Baba aaram se karo. Main kahin bhaagi nahi jaa rahi hu.

Baba ne kaha: Beti tere jaise jawan chut mujhe mili hai. Mujhe apne pe kaabu nahi ho raha hai.

Fir baba ne jaldi se meri bra utaar ke side mein rakhi, and mere boobs pe khade-khade hi toot pada. Ek-ek karke wo mere boobs ko choosne laga, aur mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha. Main bhi jannat ki sair karne lagi thi.

Baba boobs chooste-chooste dheere-dheere meri pet pe aa gaya, and mere pet ko chaatne laga. Mere muh se aaahhhh aahhh ke siskariyan nikal rahi thi, and main apne boobs pe hath ferte hue apne pet ke chatwa rahi thi. Fir baba meri tundi ko chaatne laga.

Mujhe to kuch hosh hi nahi raha tha. Main to bas apni aankhen band karke maza le rahi thi. Baba ne dheere-dheere meri panty utaar di. Mujhe pata hi nahi chala baba ne ek ungli meri chut daal di thi, and ungli ko andar-baahar karne laga.

Kuch der baad baba ruka, and baba ne mujhe kaha: Beti ab let jao.

Main baba ki baat sunte hi uski lungi pe let gayi. Baba ke lund pe meri nazar gayi, to wo kaala naag lag raha tha, and salaami de raha tha meri chut ke liye. Ab baba ne mujhe lita liya tha, and usne meri taangein kholi. Fir apna muh meri chut ke paas lake baba ne uspe thooka.

Wo mujhe kehne laga: Beti chillana nahi, koi aa jayega to mujhe maar denge sab mil ke.

Maine baba ko smile dete hue haa mein sir hilaya. Fir baba ne meri chut pe fir thook diya, aur apne lund ko apne hath mein leke mere upar aa gaya. Usne lund meri chut pe lagaya, and apne lund ka topa meri chut pe ragadne laga. Meri chut to geeli ho gayi thi uski thook se, aur mere paani se bhi jo thoda aaya tha.

Abhi baba ne ek baar apna lund hataya, aur uspe fir thook diya. Fir wo apna lund meri chut ke paas laaya and mujhe kaha: Beti chillana nahi bas.

Maine smile di, aur baba ne ek dhakka maara meri chut mein. Uska lund fisal gaya. Fir baba ne dobara apna lund chut pe lagaya, and apne hath mein pakde raha. Uske baad usne ek dhakka maara. Baba ka lund meri chut mein jaise hi gaya, meri to jaan hi nikal gayi. Meri cheekh nikal gayi “ohhhh mummy marr gayi.”

Baba ne jaldi se mere muh pe apna hath rakha and ruk gaya.

Fir usne kaha: Beti mat chillao, saara maza kharaab karegi tu.

And maine sir hilaya aur kaha: Ab nahi hoga.

Baba ne fir ek dhakka diya, aur meri chut mein uska lund ghusta jaa raha tha. Meri jaan nikal rahi thi. Fir dheere-dheere baba ne apna poora lund meri chut mein ghusa diya, and mere muh pe se hath hataya. Ab wo dheere-dheere dhakke laga raha tha.

Mera jab dard khatam hua, to usne apne speed badha di. Fir meri chudai karne laga. Wo dhakke pe dhakke diye jaa raha tha. Baba aaahhhh aaaahhh umm aaaaahhh ki awaaze nikaal raha tha. Main baba ke sir pe apna hath fer rahi thi.

Baba apne ek hath se mere boobs dabane laga. Mujhe to maano aaj chudai ka poora maza aa raha tha. Wo mere lips ke kiss karne laga, aur chudai karte jaa raha tha. Kuch der baad baba ne apna lund baahar nikala, aur mere muh ke paas apna lund laaya. Fir mujhe ishara kiya uske lund ko muh mein leke choosne ko.

Main uska lund apne hath mein pakdi, and uska lund choosne lagi muauauuuhb muuuuahhh muuuuahhh muuuuahh aaahhhhh chhuappp karke. Main uska lund choos rahi thi, and ek hath se leti-leti apni chut ko sehlane lagi. Meri chut ek baar paani chhodh chuki thi.

Fir baba ne apna lund mere muh se nikala, and meri chut ke paas le aaya. Uske baad usne meri chut mein apna lund pel diya, and meri chudai mein lag gaya. Wo dhakke pe dhakke lagaye jaa raha tha. Kuch 7 se 8 minute usne chudai ki. Fir usne apna saara maal meri chut mein chhodh diya, and lund baahar nikala.

Wo mere muh ke paas apna maal se lipta hua lund laaya, and mere lips pe rakha. Pehle maine mana kiya muh mein lene se, par wo kehne laga-

Baba: Beti itna kiya to isko bhi lele, mere dil ko khushi milegi.

Maine itna sunte hi uska lund muh mein liya and choosne lagi. Choos-choos ke uska lund saaf kiya to wo khada ho gaya. Fir apni chaddi pehni, kurta pehna, and mujhe khadi hone ko kaha. Main khadi hui to usne kaha-

Baba: Jaldi se apne kapde pehan and chalo yahan se.

Fir maine apne kapde pehne. Baba ne apni lungi pehni, and hum wahan se fir chalne lage. Baba aage-aage main peeche-peeche.

Maine baba se kaha chalte hue: Baba main kal bhi aa jau aapke paas, chalega na?

Baba ne kaha: Haa-haa beti, jab-jab tera mann kare aa jana mere paas.

Fir main apne ghar chali gayi, aur baba apni jhopdi mein chala gaya. Uske agle din bhi main uske paas gayi thi, and aise maine uske sath poore chaar din chudai ki, jab tak main return nahi aayi wahan se.

To doston kaisi lagi aap logon ko meri chudai ki kahani buddhe baba ke sath? Ye meri sacchi dastaan hai, and mujhe baba se chudwa ke bahut maza aaya tha. Ab mujhe jab bhi mauka milega, main unse fir chudwaungi.

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She shifted slightly on the floor, her legs parting slightly. I caught a glimpse of the dark shadow between them. As my fingers grazed the soft skin of her legs, she let out a nervous smile. I slid my hand upward, my touch featherlight. Tracing the curve of her thighs until I reached her ass.

My fingers curled around the firm flesh, and I pulled her toward me. She smiled a sultry, knowing smile. She shifted her weight, settling onto my lap. “I never thought I would get fucked in a moving train,” she smiled. Her warmth seeped into me.

I felt my cock twitch against her soft thighs. As I pulled her closer, our lips met in a passionate, slow kiss. My lips stretched hers, and a soft, muffled sound escaped her throat. A gentle “mmm” vibrated against my mouth. I broke away from her lips.

My mouth traced a path down her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses. She tilted her head to the side, exposing the smooth skin of her shoulder. I gently bit her earlobe. She let out a soft gasp, her body quivering in response. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

She ground her hips against my growing erection. I could feel her heat through the layers of our clothing. As I kissed my way down her neck, she slowly slid off her shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. I noticed that her boobs were still moist from my previous sucking.

I felt my cock twitch in response. I couldn’t resist the temptation. I reached out to cup her boob in my hand. I gently squeezed the firm flesh, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She let out a soft gasp. She looked at the door, a little nervously. “I hope no one can see us,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry. No one walks into first-class compartments,” I whispered, my voice low and husky. Even if someone was watching, I’m sure they’d be too jealous to interrupt us.” I smiled mischievously, my eyes locked on hers. She playfully slapped me on the chest.

“Cheeky,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She pushed me away and got up from my lap. She stood up, her boobs swaying as she moved. I stare at her, my eyes drinking at the sight of her naked back. She lay down on the berth beside me.

Her body stretched out invitingly as she gazed up at me with a sultry smile. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she whispered, “Wanna ride me? I’m ready.”   I decided to tease her a little. I slowly began to caress her feet, my fingers tracing the soft curves of her legs. The skirt slid up, revealing more of her skin.

She let out a soft sigh, thinking that I was finally going to give in to her demands. But I just continued to tease her. My fingers danced along her thighs, and her little hairs stood erect due to the sensation and the cool air from the AC vent above.

“Patience, my love,” I whispered, “good things come to those who wait.” I started kissing and smooching her thighs. My lips left a trail of gentle caresses on her skin. She let out a soft moan. I reached up to caress her boobs with one of my hands.

She whimpered as I started biting her thigh, my teeth sinking softly into the tender skin. “Oh, Raj, please,” she cried. I slid her skirt up to her waist, exposing her lacy black panties. My lips continued to explore the soft skin of her inner thigh.

My fingers gently caressed the coarse pubic hairs that had escaped her panty from the sides. I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch. She looked up at me, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. She whispered, “I’m sorry… I haven’t gotten fucked for years, so I didn’t take care of it.”

I smiled reassuringly and leaned in to kiss her thighs near her pussy. My hands slid into her panty and gently caressed her pubic hair. I could feel the wetness spreading, a testament to her arousal. “That’s okay, baby, don’t apologize,” I whispered. I slowly slid her panty down.

Her face turned a deep shade of red, a mix of shy embarrassment and unbridled desire. My fingers danced across her skin, tracing the curves of her labia. She let out a soft gasp. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick the wetness from her pussy lips.

She shuddered, her body trembling with pleasure. I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I continued to savour the taste of her wetness. I decided to take it to the next level. I gently slid my middle finger into her tight pussy, feeling her muscles contract around me.

She was incredibly tight. I had to apply a bit of pressure to get my finger in. But as soon as I did, she let out a soft gasp, “Oh, God…I wanted this for years!” and her body relaxed, allowing me to slide in further. With my middle finger now buried inside her, I used my thumb to caress her pussy.

She gave a loud moan, and her hand flew up to slap my back in excitement. I started fucking her with my middle finger. Slowly at first but gradually increasing the pace as she began to squirm beneath me. “Oh fuck, Raj, that feels so good!” she whispered.

She struggled to contain her moans. Her hand glided on my thighs and reached my cock, and I guided my cock into her mouth. She let out a muffled moan, her voice vibrating against my skin. Her hands wrapped around my shaft, and her tongue danced across the head of my cock, as if taking revenge.

I slid my index finger in next to my middle finger. I could feel her body shudder with pleasure. I held her thighs apart for better access to her pussy. She matched the rhythm of my fingers with the motion of her head. She continued to take my cock in her mouth. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick her pussy.

She tasted sweet and salty, a mix of her sweat and the taste of her arousal. I continued to lick and tease her, my tongue tracing the curves of her labia as she moaned and whimpered beneath me. She grabbed my ass and pushed me as deep in her mouth as she could.

I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but she didn’t stop. We were in almost 69 position in such a confined space. I started smooching her pussy lips. She couldn’t control her excitement and grabbed my ass with her fingers digging in.

Her nails pierced through my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. She stopped sucking my dick. But tightly grabbed my dick with her lips to stop her moans. I could feel her hot breath on my dick tip. Her lips trembled with the effort of holding back her cries of pleasure.

I got up, my eyes locked on hers. She rubbed the saliva that was all around her chin with a sense of satisfaction. “You suck so well, Seema” I appreciated. She was still catching her breath when I slowly began to rub my dick on her pussy lips.

Suddenly, we heard someone walking past our cabin. Seema was quick to push me aside and lower her skirt and take the bedsheet to cover her boobs. “Oh fuck, there is someone outside!” She got tense. I tried to calm her down, “Relax, the door is fully covered. No one can see us.”

“I am a bit scared, Raj. Can you check?” she requested. I grabbed my Bermuda shorts and peeked outside the door. A technician looked back at me from the end of the coach. I closed the door and came over to Seema, “It was a technician who came to adjust the AC temperature.” I kissed her forehead.

“Is he gone?” She asked, being a little nervous. “You know, how sexy you look being nervous” I planted a little kiss while taking off my Bermuda again. I raised her skirt and started rubbing my dick again on her pussy lips. I leaned in, my voice low and husky.

I whispered, “You’re so wet, I can feel it all over my cock. You’re going to love this.” She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and desire. My lips brushed against hers. I slowly pressed my dick head into her pussy. She grabbed my arms.

Her hands wrapped tightly around my biceps as she looked straight into my eyes. As I pushed forward, I could feel the tightness of her pussy resisting my entry. My dick skin moved back. I could feel the wetness of her pussy lips and the warmth of her body on my dick tip.

I gave a little push, and my dick head went a little in.  As I pushed hard, her lips turned into an “O” shape. She let out a little moan, and she glanced towards the door for a moment. “You’re so thick,” she whispered, looking at her pussy, “I can feel you stretching me.”

I smiled, my fingers gently caressing her hair, “You’re so tight, too,” I replied, “you will be a great fuck.” I smiled while she twinkled her eyes in pain. “Shall I push harder?” I asked as I gazed into her eyes. She nodded, her head bobbing up and down with deep breaths.

I pulled my hip a little back and gave a gentle jerk. My cock slid deeper into her tight pussy. Her lips parted wider in “O” shape. In a few seconds, I was totally into her, my body moving in sync with hers. She moaned, a soft, throaty sound, as I filled her.

“It’s okay, I’m in,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “You are as good as a virgin.” I smiled, my voice gentle, as I began to move slowly inside her.  As I gave small jerks, her tight warm pussy walls were feeling amazing. “What a pussy you have, Seema”, I whispered, “it’s amazing.”

She frowned in pain, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. But she spread her leg a little more, allowing me to slide in deeper. I increased the jerks. Her face was turning red, and she was sweating, with pain etched on her face. Her eyes closed, and her lips tugged in.

She tried to hide her face with her hand, but I grabbed her wrist, pulling it away. “No, dear, I want to see your fucking face,” I said. I wanted to see the pleasure and pain mixed, the expression that drove me crazy. I held her hands above her head, my fingers intertwined with hers. I continued to thrust into her.

The sensation of her moist pubic hairs on my ball was exciting. She closed her eyes in pain, but her pussy started to ease a little. I playfully slapped her, “Look at your daddy bitch,” she stared at me with anger.  The patting sound of my thighs against her thighs was driving me crazy.

Her boobs began to jiggle with the rhythm of the jerks. She looked aside at her sleeping daughter and then at the gate. “Fuck me harder,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, “I want to feel you deeper inside me.”With her encouragement, I took her hands and pinned them above her head again.

My body pressed down on hers as I thrust into her with renewed vigour. I could feel her muscles tensing around me. Her body is trying to adjust to my size and speed.”Is this what you want?” I roared in a low tone. “Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine with an intense look and sallow breath. “Oh, yes,” she whispered.   I could sense the pain she was in by her firm pressure to release her hand. Sometimes, she wrapped her leg around my waist. Her body was trying to reduce the force of my thrusts.

In a while, I slowed down my thrusts and gently whispered in her ear, “Your pussy has now opened, baby” I grabbed her leg and started jerking aggressively, my hips pounding against hers in a rhythmic motion. She was turning her head left and right in the pillow.

She was scratching my chest with one hand, trying to contain her moans. But they still escaped her lips in soft, muffled gasps. She gave light punches on my chest as if bursting out her frustration of pain. Just then, the train came to a halt. I could feel the gentle deceleration and then the final jolt as it stopped.

The train was slowing down, and we heard the announcement of the railway, “Raj, it’s a station. I guess you should stop,” she whispered. But I was not in the mood to stop, not yet. I was lost in the moment, my body and mind consumed by the heat of our passion.

“Raj, please”, she pleaded. “No one will get in the first class, coach,” I said, kissing her lips. “I don’t want to take risks. People may hear us. Now, we can’t hide in the noise of the moving train,” she said, her lips brushing mine as she spoke each word. The train stopped at the station.

“Raj, please, stop. I’ll obey you once the train starts again, I promise.” Her words were laced with a mix of desperation and pleading. I could see the fear of being caught in her eyes. I paused for a moment and switched off the light beside the berth.

There was a very faint light coming from the window, just enough so that we could look at each other’s faces.  I covered ourselves in the bedsheet. “Thank you,” she said, “I know you will understand.”  She gently started to caress my hair. Our lips were so close that we were feeling each other’s breath.

“How was the fucking? “I asked naughtily. “It was painful but totally worth it,” she replied with a shy smile. “You might be thinking I am a slut who sleeps with people, don’t you?” she said. “No, not at all! Sluts don’t have such tight pussy,” I replied naughtily.

She playfully bit me on the chin. Her fingers slowly traced my face. “I missed this manly warmth so much,” she whispered. “You mean this one,” I replied and started sliding my dick head over her G-spot. “Aah,” she whispered. In slow motion, I simulated her g-spot with my dick head.

“Oh Raj, someone can…” she whispered. “Forget about people. You just arrest your moans. The thrill of getting caught is part of the excitement, isn’t it?” I said and slid my dick head over her G-spot, applying gentle pressure. Our lips met in the darkness of the cabin.

She loved the sensation, and her eyes snapped open, a big, lusty smile spreading across her face. “That feels so good”, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You like that?” I asked, my voice low and seductive. “You like the warmth of my dick on your g-spot?” I teased her.

She started to enjoy that and slid her thighs on mine. “Yes, yes, I do. Keep doing that,” she replied. Her hands slid down my back, her fingers digging into my skin, pulling me closer. She wanted to merge our bodies into one. I obliged, pressing my chest against hers, feeling her nipples harden against my skin.

She was getting aroused and started kissing and sucking my earlobes. I could feel her G-spot swelling even more. Her pussy lips twitched with every beat of her heart. As the train started and picked up speed,  I spanked her one boob, and she looked at her sleeping daughter with a worried expression.

“Easy, man!” she whispered, but I overheard her and spanked her other boob. “I want you to look into my eyes,” I demanded. Spanking her boobs was indeed giving her a new pleasure too. She grabbed her boobs which were slightly red from my spanking.

Her eyes were still locked with mine, looking helplessly. Her fingers wrapped around her boobs, protecting them from getting spanked, gently kneading the tender flesh as she let out a soft moan. After a while, I raised her and turned her back to me.

She used the window to support herself, bending down slightly, knowing what I was up to. “Wait, switch on the night light. It’s too dark”, she said, untying her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Now she was completely naked, her body exposed to me in all its glory.

I started licking her booty. My tongue traced the curves of her ass cracks and kissed it till it turned wet while my fingers brushed her pussy lips. She let out a soft moan, her body relaxing into the sensation. She guided my hand to her boobs, and I kneaded them gently.

I was so turned on that I gave a couple of bite marks on her booty, the skin indenting slightly under my teeth. As I gazed at her pussy, I couldn’t help but notice that her lips were still slightly open from our previous encounter. I leaned in closer.

My tongue darted out to lick her pussy, tracing the curves of her labia. She let out a soft gasp as my tongue made contact with her skin. Her hands instinctively went to my hair, guiding me deeper. I slowly moved my tongue in between her pussy lips, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop me.

I wiggled my tongue back and forth, teasing her, and she responded with a low moan. “Oh, yeah, right there,” she breathed, her hands tightening their grip on my hair. I continued to pleasure her with my tongue. She raised her one leg and bent her hips, trying to push my head deeper into her.

“I love that,” she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to me. My tongue delved deeper into her pussy. I could feel her muscles contracting around my tongue, pulling me further into her. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.

I obliged, my tongue continuing to dance across her skin, my lips brushing against her pussy. She let out a loud moan, her body shaking with pleasure.

She suddenly looked back at me with a desperate gaze, her eyes pleading for more. “Put it inside,” she cried.

I slowly stood up, my dick throbbing with anticipation, and positioned myself behind her. I grasped her hips, feeling the soft skin beneath my fingers, and slowly thrust my dick inside her in doggy style. I began to move in and out of her.

I could feel her muscles tightening around my dick, gripping me tighter as she reached her climax. She let out a loud moan, her body shaking with pleasure. She cum hard. “Oh fuck, ah, Raj.” She closed her eyes and lowered her head, her body going limp as she savoured the sensation.

I gently guided my dick in and out, savouring the feeling of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around my dick. I leaned forward, my chest pressed against her back and began to kiss her neck. My lips traced the curve of her shoulder.  She gave a smile.

“I will never forget this night. It was amazing,” she said with a smile. We had a passionate back kiss. I was still sliding my dick in her pussy. She frowned and bent again, “Let me satisfy my king, fuck me as you want,” she said with a smile. I grabbed her lower back and started fucking.

She looked from the corner of her eyes, asking for mercy. But it fueled my desire even more. She then lowered her head, her long hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. I reached out and grasped a handful of her hair, gently pulling her head back. I continued to thrust into her.

As I continued to fuck her, she was in pain. But all she could do was hold my hand. Her fingers intertwined with mine in a desperate attempt to find some semblance of comfort. Her other hand, however, told a different story. She grabbed my thighs and started scratching them in resistance.

Her nails dug deep into my skin. The cabin was echoing with the sound of her wet pussy, the sloppy, squelching noises filling the air as I pounded into her.  “Cum in my mouth,” she said happily. I nodded, my eyes locked on hers. But as I took my dick out, cum flashed on her face, catching her off guard.

She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. The warm liquid splattered across her cheeks and nose. In no time, my cum started dripping from her face, trickling down her chin and onto her boobs. She flicked her tongue till my dickhead was clear while looking into my eyes.

We sat on the berth, cuddled together naked. We talked more about our lives with a few intimate sessions.

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