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Hey everyone, it’s Mayur here, back with another chapter of our story. This time, let’s take a deeper dive into the heart of it all—the one and only Minu, my mom. You all know her, but there’s always more to uncover.

For those of you just tuning in, I’m Mayur, originally from Telangana, with roots that trace back to Gujarat. I grew up in a household filled with love, tradition, and a hint of spice. My father runs his bakery business with a workshop back home.

Although today, the spotlight isn’t on him—it’s all about Minu.

Minu, or Minal, is a 48-year-old woman with a dusky brown complexion that radiates strength and elegance. She’s always been a woman of contrasts—once more traditional, now a proud and unapologetic embrace of modernity.

At home, she loves wearing tight kurtas with pyjamas. During functions, a traditional Gujarati saree that hugs her curves in all the right places. With a 36C-32-34 figure, her soft boobs and soft waistline are the epitome of comfort and sensuality.

Despite her age, Minu carries herself with confidence, remaining an absolute knockout. But that’s only the start. Inside, there’s a heat within her that you can’t help but see. The sort of fire that’s been there all along, just waiting for the right moment to ignite.

Now, coming to the story-

As Maa and Ustad shared their tender moment, the sudden sound of the oven timer interrupted their embrace. The timer was a reminder of the tasks that still awaited them.

Mom, still basking in the afterglow, smiled softly as she gazed at the timer. “Looks like we’ve some work to do, Ustad,” she said, her voice playfully teasing. “The oven isn’t going to wait for us.”

Ustad had this completely warm and friendly smile. “Guess it’s time to get back to reality,” he winked. “Shall we?”

They quickly moved to get dressed, but the heat of the moment lingered. Maa slipped on an apron over her nude body, and Ustad did the same. They worked side by side, the intimacy of their earlier connection adding an extra layer of flirtatious energy to their interaction.

As they worked, Ustad’s hands grazed my Maa’s arm. She rolled over in his direction and laughed teasingly at him. “Careful, Ustad. You might distract me with those touches,” she teased.

Ustad leaned close to Maa, his lips nearly touching her ear lobes. “Maybe I’m just trying to spice things up,” he murmured, his warm mouth close to hers.

Mom smiled gently, her hand running down his back gently. “You’re totally rocking it,” she joked, her eyes shining.

He quickly pecked her cheek and held on for a little long. Mom’s cheeks flushed as she gazed up at him, her smile brightly. “You’re impossible,” she laughed.

“And you’re just too hard to refuse,” Ustad told her, his eyes shining with affection. He bent and gave her a fast but tender kiss.

As they strolled around the bakery, they continued chatting and joking. On their way, Minu bumped into Ustad by accident, and he warmly hugged her. “We’re a good pair, ain’t we ?” he whispered, gently pecking at her cheeks.

“Yes, we do,” Maa said reassuringly. “Even with flour all over us, everything is always fun when you are here.”

As they returned to work, you could literally sense the tension between them. Ustad was frosting cupcakes, but he kept glancing over at Minu as she frosted a multi-tiered cake.

“Watch out for that swirl,” he flirted. “You’re making it look a bit too sensual.”

Minu smirked over her shoulder. “I thought you liked it when I took my time.”

He stepped closer, brushing her lower back. “I do. But it’s getting hard to focus.”

“You better finish your batch,” she said, lips curving. “Or I’ll start charging you per flirt.”

“Then I’ll pay in kisses,” he whispered, kissing just below her ear. She gasped, laughing, nearly smudging her work.

“Ustad! Keep that up, and this cake’s going down.”

He winked, grabbing sprinkles. “Then let’s finish fast. I’ve got something sweeter in mind.”

Minu dipped a finger in icing, licking it slowly while locking eyes with him. “Better hurry. I might not save you any.”

Their hands brushed, laughter mixing with the sweet scent of the bakery. As the last swirl was finished, Ustad leaned in and kissed her, and Minu kissed him back.

“Perfect,” he said with a soft smile.

“The cake?” she asked, teasing.

He leaned in, eyes warm. “Us.”

After packing and keeping the cakes in the fridge, Minu turned to clean the workshop. But Ustad stopped her with a mischievous smile. “Not yet—there’s one more thing,” he said, lifting her in his muscular arms that were covered with cream. He set her on the flour-covered counter.

“Ustad, it’s messy here…” she whispered.

He leaned in close to her, his eyes shining. “So are we.”

Ustad slid off Maa’s apron, his hands catching her boobs, his thumbs gently stroking over her erect nipples as he bent to kiss her deeply.

“Your hands have been kneading dough all morning,” he sighed, his lips tracing along her neck, “but all I want to grab now… is you.”

Minu moaned softly, her hands tangling into his hair. “You’ve been creaming those cakes,” she breathed back, “but I think the one who will get messy is me.”

He smiled, gently pushing her back against the table smeared with flour. “Then, let’s not waste a drop.”

Minu clung to Ustad, her breath hitching as she gave up on his kiss, her body pressing against him, fingers messing his hair.

“I shouldn’t… but I want you,” she panted and pressed her lips against his.

Ustad kissed her deeper, his voice rough with longing. “Then don’t stop. Let me take all of you.”

Maa’s breath caught as he took a step back, his eyes blazing with hunger. He ran his hands slowly down her thighs. His fingers traced the curves before he held them and pushed them wide apart.

“Let’s get down to business…” he said teasingly.

He bent down and pressed his mouth on her pussy.

“I’ve been wanting this all morning.” Maa’s fingers twisted in his hair, her voice trembling with pleasure.

“So, what’s your game plan here, Ustad?” she joked, her hips giving a little lift.

Maa’s hands tugged Ustad closer, her breath shaky with desire.

“Taste me,” she whispered gently, her voice trembling.

As he kneeled between her legs, his tongue touched her wet shaved pussy, giving her shudders.

“Oh, Ustad,” she moaned, pushing her hips forward into his face.

He grunted, his tongue weaving in and out of her pussy as the rest of the universe faded away, their breathing entwined with the sweet scent hanging in the air.

As Ustad’s lips explored her, Minu’s hands swirled around his neck, pulling him closer, whispering, “Harder, babe,” in desire.

He squeezed her thighs tighter, lifting her waist slightly as he maintained his lips on her cunt. Flour surrounds them, coating their skin with a light, powdery white dust.

“I want you inside me,” Maa said, her hips pressing against him.

Ustad groaned. “Not yet,” he teased, fingers grazing her pussy. “I want to savour this,” Mom’s fingers ran down his hairy chest, her nails digging into the back of Ustad.

Ustad gripped Minu’s thighs, his head buried deeper within her, his breathing hot on her skin.

“You taste like sugar and sin,” he growled.

Maa’s moans echoed in the bakery as she clawed at his scalp, lost in the pleasure. “Ustad… oh God,” she whimpered.

The air was thick with heat, sweat dripping down her chest and flowing toward Ustad’s mouth.

“Mm…” she moaned, trembling under the intensity.

Ustad groaned, his tongue circling her before nipping her clit, sending a shiver through her.

Minu’s moans echoed through the bakery as Ustad’s pace pushed her closer to the edge.

“Minu, you’re so tight,” he groaned, sounding all heaty.

“I won’t be able to hold it in anymore.” she wrapped her legs around him harder, her heels digging into his back.

“Don’t hold back,” she shouted, her warm breath.

Ustad’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing more intense. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough.

Minu’s eyes locked with Ustad’s, his intense, constant stare matching the fire within her.

“Look at me, Minu,” he demanded, in his tone rough, and she couldn’t help but look.

His warm hands were around her hips. His every suck was powerful and forceful. He filled her with each inch of him, the connection between them too much.

“Ahh…. Ustad,” she spoke, her voice trembling as her heart pounded in rhythm with what he was doing.

Ustad pulled back, his lips glossy as he gazed into Minu’s eyes.

“Can’t get enough of you, Minu,” he grunted in his low and husky voice.

He dipped his tongue into her pussy, the warmth of his mouth sending a current of pleasure through her naked body. Maa moaned, her hands all knotted up in his hair, pulling him closer as she thrust her hips towards him.

One hand wandered to her breast, squeezing it roughly, while Ustad’s hand landed on hers, his fingers twisting her nipple with a delicious pain. A sharp sting mixed with pleasure as Mom’s and Ustad’s fingers intertwined and pinched her nipple.

She gasped, “You’re driving me crazy….” with a wavy breath.

She shivered as Ustad’s tongue continued its endless dance, each moving her closer to the edge and his groan vibrating against her.

His lips brushed hers as he whispered, “Let me hear you.” “Cry out my name!”

Minu’s response was a hard moan that echoed through the bakery. “Ah… Ustad.”

Ustad guided Minu to lie back on the counter, her breath catching as her back hit the cool marble. With a grin, he went to the freezer and returned with whipped cream.

Minu raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling. “What’s that for?”

“Patience,” Ustad winked. “Close your eyes and trust me.”

She hesitated, then smiled, heart racing in anticipation as the sound of the cream being opened filled the air.

With her breath catching at the gentle clink of the spatula, Mom obeyed. As Ustad rubbed whipped cream over her toes and then gradually moved up her legs, a shiver ran up her body. He teased her with his movements, leaving a trail of sweetness on her skin with every swipe.

He worked upward, smearing the cream over her thighs in relaxed swirls with gestures that were both reverent and teasing. His touch caused her to groan, her fingers gripping the counter’s edge.

“Ustad…” she whispered, caught between laughter and moans.

“Hush,” he whispered, dipping the spatula again. “This is art.”

He went on, spreading the cream delicately to her stomach and waist. Then he moved more slowly, his touch deliberate and lingering as he traced around the gentle rise of her boobs.

Between surprise and pleasure, she raised slightly beneath him. He finally wiped some on her nose and cheeks, and she giggled softly as the coolness made her shiver.

“Dessert’s almost ready,” Ustad whispered with a grin.

Minu shivered as the cream touched her skin, a rush of sensation combining warmth and cold.

“Didn’t you plan this?” Her tone was amused as she teased.

With his breath warm against her thigh, Ustad laughed. “I just wanted you to feel every moment.”

Her hips curved slightly, and Minu sighed as he remained on her tender spot. With her eyes blazing with pleasure, She asked, “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Ustad put the tub aside after completing his “art,” his eyes dark with hunger. He lifted her leg to his mouth and climbed onto the counter. His tongue was deep and playful as he slowly licked the cream off her toes, giving her chills.

As the contrast between his warm mouth and the cool cream made her ache with desire, Maa moaned softly and gripped the counter.

“Umm, Ustad…” she whimpered, the contrast between the cool cream and the heat of his mouth sending delicious shivers up her spine.

“Delicious,” Ustad whispered, his voice thick with want. “I’m just getting started.”

Minu’s heart raced as she met his gaze, the fire between them burning hotter.

Ustad groaned, his tongue lapping up the whipped cream from Minu’s toes with slow, careful strokes.

“You taste like heaven,” he murmured, his breath warm against her thigh.

Minu tugged at his hair, whispering, “And you feel like a dream.”

Ustad’s lips and tongue moved slowly up her body, each touch sending a wave of heat through her. When he reached the most sensitive part, i.e. pussy, where the cream was heaviest, he paused. His breath was warm against her skin.

“Generous with the toppings, aren’t we?” Mom panted, her voice laced with teasing. Ustad’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Every masterpiece deserves a decoration,” he replied smoothly before leaning in and letting his tongue dive into the richness of her body, savouring every moment.

Ustad’s lips closed around Minu’s sensitive flesh, licking away the last of the cream until she glistened with his saliva and her cum.

Her hips bucked, chasing more of his delicious touch.

“Ustad…” she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure.

“So good…” she moaned, arching against the counter as his tongue worked her expertly, the air thick with their ragged breaths and wet, needy sounds.

Her body shook with each lick as his fingers moved constantly and enticingly across her.

His voice was full of lust as he groaned, “You’re making me lose control, Minu.”

“I need you, now, Raj,” Maa let out a quiet moan and wildly raised her hips towards his mouth.

Her body shivered with his touch as she held his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back. She was pushed closer to the edge by the wet sounds of his tongue, their deep breathing, and her gagging groans.

“Please…” she gasped, voice raw. “Don’t stop…”

Ustad obliged, tongue swirling deeper, fingers pressing her clit and sending shockwaves through her.

He sighed, sucking extremely, “So tight… so wet…”

He rasped, “I want to taste you,” his desire obvious in every word he spoke.

Minu screamed Ustad’s name, her body moving off the counter as waves of pleasure tore through her. “Raj… Ahh…”

As Ustad’s fingers sank into Maa’s dripping wet heat, her body arched further off the counter, a strangled cry escaping her lips., stroking deep in rhythm with his tongue.

With little mercy in his skilful touch, he pushed her higher while she clung to the marble and gasped. The feel of his fingers so deeply inside her made her give in to the sensations running through her, and his breath came in rough groans as he pushed her higher.

“Oh…God…Ustad…” she panted, broken and hoarse.

“Cum… I can’t hold… back…”

The climax built inside her, fierce and unstoppable with every relentless suck and stroke. With slow, reverent strokes, Ustad traced the whipped cream around Minu’s belly, savouring every shiver of her trembling skin.

When he reached her centre, he paused, meeting her gaze.

“Perfection,” he uttered quietly.

With a smile on her face, Maa placed her hand on his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch. Ustad took his time, kissing and sucking Maa for a while near her belly button. His lips warm against her belly, making Maa tingle.

When he finally pulled back, he met her gaze with a rough murmur, “Now… we can eat.”

Mom smiled breathlessly, understanding — for now, they would return to normal, though the sweet tickle of cream still lingered on her skin. Ustad laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Mom’s abdomen.

“My brave little warrior,” he murmured, breath warm against her skin. “I think we deserve some real food now.”

Minu, still trembling from their earlier passion, smiled.

As he rose over her, his laughter humming on her skin, she playfully whispered, “This is your fault,” digging her fingers into his shoulders. “You knew I couldn’t resist you once you set me loose.”

His eyes were dark with desire as he laughed.

“And yet here we are,” he whispered as he kissed her so warmly that it left her speechless. Kiss promised passion and devotion.

He whispered against her lips, “It is still the most attractive thing I’ve ever known.”

Only the heat of their hearts, beating in perfect, agonizing rhythm, remained after their teasing turned into something deeper—a slow, smouldering connection.

As Ustad turned his attention to Maa’s boobs, Ustad cradled Minu gently before lowering his mouth to her, her body arching as a soft moan escaped when he captured her aching peak.

Minu wrapped his hair and drew him in as Ustad’s tongue slowly moved, teasing her nipple. His free hand caressed her other breast, circling her delicate skin with a featherlight touch as he sucked deeply.

Her heart raced, and her body felt tender for him because of the gentleness in every touch and breath they shared. Ustad moaned as Maa’s fingers moved along his length, taunting him with gentle, longing touches.

As he kissed her with increasing excitement and gave all of his passion into each touch, Ustad’s mouth moved hungrily over her boobs while his hands gripped her waist.

Minu’s body shook from the intense feelings, and a chill ran through her. Her lips parted in a gasping moan as her head sagged back.

“Ustad, please.., don’t stop. Umm..” As if she were everything to him, she clung to him, her fingers tightening around his body and hair, silently pleading for more.

As he adored Minu’s body, Ustad’s desire for her intensified, and his touch became both firm and desperate. His mouth tugged at her breast while his fingers softly massaged her pussy, teasing her with each motion in time with his touch.

With a whimper, Maa raises her body in his direction, wanting more. With a voice full of desire, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.” “So adorable… I could always lose myself in you.

Minu’s body tensed, her fingers gripping his hair as she cried out his name, “Raj. Ahh.” undone by his devotion. At that moment, it was more than desire. It was a connection that couldn’t be erased.

Their bodies grew closer, the air thick with desire. Ustad kissed the last traces of cream from Minu’s neck, making her laugh softly as the sensation tickled. He gently licked the cream from her eyelids and kissed her eyes softly, his eyes full of pure desire.

As Minu stared into his eyes, love filled her heart with love and affection. She chuckled as Ustad kissed the tip of her nose and then gave it a playful nip. She whispered teasingly and lovingly, “You’re dangerous.”

“And you,” he whispered in a deep, longing voice, “are everything.”

Their kisses deepened, desperate and hungry, as Ustad’s hands pulled Mom closer. She wrapped his waist with her legs, bringing him closer. The heat between them was almost unbearable. Their tongues were fighting with each other, exchanging their salivas, and their breath came in chaotic gasps.

“Ustad,” she gasped, “I need… more…”

He growled, pulling her tighter, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pushing her further into the fire of their connection.

Maa’s nails dug into his back as Ustad marked her, his teeth and lips leaving traces of desire. The air was thick with their intense fragrance and moan, each sound heightening the intensity.

“Ustad…” she gasped, her voice strained. “I’m… so close…”

He groaned in response, pushing her harder, driving her higher.

“Ustad…” she murmured afterwards, breathless, tracing patterns on his shoulders. “That was… intense.”

He laughed, giving her a shiver of delight. He teased, “You have no idea,” and then gave her earlobe a gentle suck. His words made Maa’s heart skip a beat as he focused on her, his hands and lips tracing every inch of her sweating body.

She tilted her head back, allowing him more access to her neck as her body felt for more contact.

“I think we both know I could handle anything,” she whispered, feeling cold. She thrust herself against him.

His hand slid up between her legs after drifting lower and cupping her butt. He teased her with his fingers as he whispered, “So soft, so wet… so mine.”

Ustad lifted Mom gently, setting her down on the floor between his knees. She stepped in, laying her arms around his neck and grabbing him in. Their bodies pressed together, heat rising between them.

Mom kissed him deeply, pouring all her desire into it. Ustad groaned, hands roaming her back as their kiss grew more intense.

When they separated for air, he clenched his hold on her hips and grumbled, “Minu, You’re making me crazy.”

She smiled wickedly, her finger trailing down his chest. “And I haven’t even started yet,” she teased, moving lower until she reached his waist.

“Oh?” Ustad’s eyes darkened with desire as he kissed her again, promising to claim not just her lips but everything.

As Minu knelt right in front of him slowly, Ustad watched as she reached out and wrapped her tiny fingers around the beating length of the dick. Her eyes never left his eyes, continuously staring at each other.

The sensation of her gentle hand caressing him caused his hips to jerk forward uncontrollably, and he sighed at the contact. As she started working him with slow, deliberate movements, his hands tightened around her shoulders.

She teased him with each upward and downward stroke until he was completely hard in her grasp. Ustad’s breath hitched, his grip on Maa tightening as her touch pushed him closer to the edge. But just as the tension coiled deep within him, Maa slowed, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

“Not yet,” she whispered to you, placing a soft kiss on your hip. “Some things are worth waiting for the next part.”

Their journey had only just begun. And whatever came next, they were ready—entwined in a hunger that went far beyond the physical. There were still layers to peel back, limits to test, and boundaries to cross.

And as the scent of warm sugar drifted through the air, grounding them back in the real world, both knew one thing for certain: This wasn’t the end. It was the spark before the next flame.

So, that’s the tale of Mom and Ustad’s adventure for now. I hope you enjoyed the journey through their story! Keep coming back for more.

Please feel free to email me at [email protected] if you would like to share your thoughts and suggestions on the story or discuss it further. I always look forward to hearing your ideas and views.

I’m Arjun, Ann’s husband, an NRI from India, now settled in Goa. Life here seamlessly blends our Indian roots with the laid-back beach vibe. But nothing prepared me for the night that turned everything upside down—a party at a beachside campsite that became a nightmare.

We planned a fun day with 16 friends, full of games, swimming, good food, and music. It was perfect—laughter blending with the waves, the air buzzing with energy. As evening came, most stayed, including some local Russians, a few Indians, and a Russian couple, Ivan and his wife.

Ann was shining, and I couldn’t stop watching her. She was swimming in the ocean, wearing a red bikini that hugged her body tightly. The top tied around her neck and back, showcasing her curves, the bottoms low on her hips, catching the last rays of sunlight.

She moved as if she were part of the water. Her arms cut through the waves, laughing and splashing with friends. The water sparkled on her skin, making her look alive. I noticed guys—Russians, even Ivan—staring at her, their eyes lingering. I’ll admit, it gave me a strange thrill.

Seeing Ann, so bold and beautiful, drawing their looks made me proud. She was mine, and they could only watch. I leaned back on the shore, sipping a beer, enjoying it. But something happened while she swam. Ann later told me she felt a sharp slap on her backside under the water.

She thought it was an accident, maybe a friend messing around, so she didn’t say anything. I didn’t notice, too busy chatting with Deepak and feeling good about the guys checking her out. Ann kept swimming, diving under and coming up, her bikini glowing red. Her laugh carried over the waves.

But she said it left her uneasy, though she didn’t want to spoil the fun. When she came out, wrapping a towel around her waist, she seemed off. Her smile was not as bright, and her eyes scanned the group in the water. I thought she was just tired and didn’t ask.

As night fell, we gathered wood for a campfire. Some Russian guys, friends of Ivan, showed up near our tent with drinks and loud music blasting. Their energy pulled us in. We lit our fire, played soft songs, and cracked open more beers. Ivan and his wife fit right in, making the mood even livelier.

Komal, Deepak’s wife, and Deepak joined the Russians’ dance, calling us to come along. I stayed by the fire with Ann, saying no. They took shots of some strong Russian liquor—harsh, burning stuff. Curiosity got us, and we all tried it. It hit hard, making my head spin. The dancing got wild.

One Russian danced close to Komal, pressing against her, his hands wandering as the music pounded. She matched him, moving her hips, and when he smacked her backside, she blushed but giggled, her eyes flashing with mischief. Ann and I looked at each other, nervous, as we felt the vibe shift.

Before we could do anything, Ivan and another guy closed in on Komal, pulling off her top and skirt. She stood naked in the firelight, and I thought she’d pull back, but she didn’t. She kept dancing, bolder, almost daring. Her laughter was loud, wild, as she spun, her skin glowing.

She looked at Deepak, who stood frozen, his face torn between shock and anger. Komal’s eyes had a teasing spark as if she were challenging him to watch, loving the attention. She laughed louder, taunting, her hips swaying, soaking in every second. The Russians didn’t hold back.

Ivan grabbed Komal’s hips, his hands sliding up to her breasts, squeezing them hard. His fingers pressed into her skin, playing with her nipples. She arched back, moaning softly through her giggles. Another guy moved behind her, grabbing her ass, kneading it slowly.

Then, she smacked it sharply, making her skin jiggle and redden. Komal leaned into them, her body moving with the music, giggling with every slap, teasing them back. One Russian pressed her breasts together, lifting them like a show. The other spanked her in time with the beat.

Each hit pulled a playful “Oh!” from her. She kept looking at Deepak, her smile wicked, like she wanted him to see her enjoying it. Deepak tried to step in, but the Russians pushed him back. Komal kept dancing. Her body was theirs to play with. Things got crazier.

Evy, Alisha, Aleena, and Joann got swept up in the energy and joined Komal. Evy, usually quiet, moved hesitantly at first. But soon matched Komal’s rhythm, her laugh nervous but growing bold. Alisha, always outgoing, jumped in fully, hips swaying, giggling as she tossed her hair.

Aleena, the reckless whore everyone knew, was half-naked already, egging the Russians on with sultry looks and bold moves. Joann, shy by nature, got pulled in. Her movements were unsure, but she was caught in the chaos. Ann stayed with me, her face tight, clearly not okay with this.

She gripped her drink, her knuckles white, watching the others. But Aleena, thriving in her wildness, noticed Ann and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the group with a mocking laugh. “Come on, don’t be boring!” she slurred, her voice sharp.

The other women joined in, their voices pushing Ann. The Russians grinned, urging her on. Ann resisted, her eyes darting to me, begging for help. But Aleena’s tug and the group’s pressure were too strong. She was pulled into the circle, her body stiff, her face showing fear and discomfort.

Ivan locked onto Ann, his eyes gleaming as he moved close, swaying to the music. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her into a slow dance. Ann’s face tensed, her shoulders hunching as she tried to keep space. Her movements were awkward.

She looked at me, pleading silently, but Ivan’s hands moved up her sides, brushing her top, and she flinched, her breath catching. She tried to step back, but his grip tightened. His smile was sharp as he whispered something I couldn’t hear.

Ann shook her head, clearly uneasy, but the liquor was hitting her. I saw it in her eyes—her sharpness fading, her pupils wide as the drink took over. Ivan’s hands went to her waist again, pressing into her skin, and her resistance softened.

Her body relaxed, her movements looser as the alcohol dulled her fear. When Ivan cupped her face, pulling her closer, a faint flush spread across her cheeks. She later told me the liquor made her skin tingle. His touch sent confusing sparks through her, mixing discomfort with a strange thrill she didn’t want.

As he spun her, his hands grazing her back and hips, Ann’s movements eased, but her eyes kept flicking to me, guilt and confusion mixing in her gaze. The liquor clouded my head, making it feel like a dream. Aleena, Evy, Alisha, and Joann were fully in it now.

The Russians have taken off their clothes alongside Komal. Ivan stripped Ann, pulling off her top and skirt, leaving her naked. She seemed to lean into it, the drink overriding her earlier hesitation, especially knowing I was watching. My chest tightened.

All the women were naked, the Russians and Ivan touching them freely. I wanted to move, to stop it, but my body felt heavy, my thoughts fuzzy. Ivan and another Russian lifted Ann, touching her in ways that made her moan loudly. I stood frozen as they took her, one in front, another behind.

The pain burned, but the liquor dulled my fight. Aleena suggested tying our husbands up. I was tied to a tree, forced to watch. Ann kissed Ivan hard, her body shaking with pleasure. One Russian finished in her mouth, and when I refused to clean the mess, he hit me, forcing my face into it.

The humiliation cut deep. Jack, Aleena’s disgusting husband, was the worst. I’d always hated how he looked at Ann. Now, he took her mouth, then her core, throwing vile insults. She egged him on, cursing back, welcoming his roughness.

When he finished inside her, claiming her in a way that broke me. Her shocked look hurt the most. Later, Ann admitted it was planned. Jack, Ivan, and the Russians set it up to hurt me. Ann went along, kissing Jack and promising to follow his orders to break me more.

I’m stuck, still loving her but crushed by her betrayal. That night haunts me, replaying in my head.

Hi guys, I’m Vicky from Chennai. Let me introduce my younger sister, Sri, my babe, with all those beautiful features.

We’re both a Tom and Jerry kind of duo, always fighting, quarrelling, and stuff. However, during my final year of college, I started to notice her behavioural changes towards me.

She started to ask me to rate her outfits and was excited to see my gym pump flex and all. We used to hang out sometimes, watching films, etc. I was at that time after a love failure.

So one day, we decided to watch a film. So we both went out to a mall. I asked her to book the tickets, as I was a bit busy with my work.

On the movie day, she decided what I should wear. She asked me to select some dresses for her. I chose some random ones for which she got upset a bit. She chose a t-shirt that highlighted my muscles nicely.

Then, we both headed to the mall on the bike. Usually, she was a bit touchy, so I didn’t mind her keeping her hand on my lap. Then we reached the theatre. She had booked a couple of seats in the corner, top row, on the sides. I asked her why, and she said that normally this is good.

As the movie started, she slowly slid her hand up my leg and put her arm around my shoulder. Then she started to whisper something. I asked her, “What, why are you disturbing me? Let me watch the movie,” I said.

She then started to put her lips near my neck and started to peck mine. I said, “Can’t you be quiet for some time?” She said, “No,” and laughed.

Me – “What is your problem?”

She – “Nothing, let me see your chest pump.”

Then she slid her fingers inside my tee, and I was shocked.

Me – “Mental, what are you doing, huh?”

She – “You look cute and smell so damn nice, baby.”

When I heard her say ‘baby,’ I was shell-shocked.

Me – “Baby? What are you saying? Are you mad, huh?”

She – “You are one duffer. How many times should I show you the signs? You never understood them.”

Me – “What signs, idiot?”

She – “Should I say them or?”

Me – “Why are you behaving like this? Take your hand off, duffer. Someone might see us.”

She – “You don’t really like me.”

Me – “You’re my sister. I like you a lot, don’t you know it?”

She – “This one is something else, ahh.”

She then started to kiss my neck, and she kept my hand around her waist. I suddenly felt a shock in my body and felt my dick rising.

She – “You don’t like me? Really look into my eyes and say!”

We both made eye contact and all of a sudden, we started kissing.

Even before I could process it, my sister started to suck my lips so hard. I got turned on and caressed her hip slowly, sliding my hand inside her kurti.

She started to moan, “Ahh baby, I love you, I’ve waited for a long time to love you, don’t stop kissing umahhh!”

My mind could still not process them all. But her lips were too soft to resist as one hand caressed her hip, and another hand moved toward her thigh. Once my hand slid between her thighs, she closed her thighs. My hands touched her pussy area!

She still did not leave my lips, and she was rubbing all over my chest and abs. Then, we soon realised it was going to be an interval, and we pulled back. We both started blushing at each other.

She asked me for popcorn. I came back buying it, and then the second half just started. She started to feed me, and slowly, she came close and said.

She – “Feed me, baby.”

Then I kept the popcorn on my lips and looked at her. She started to smooch me, and we both ate our tongues instead of the popcorn. We were smooching as if there was no tomorrow. I slowly put my hand inside her jeans, and she started to moan.

“Anna, ahh baby, my love, baby.”

I slid one finger inside her panties, and it was all wet. I slowly started to finger her, and it was easy as it was all wet.

She moaned – “Baby, darling, what are you doing to me? I am going crazy. I love you so much, da.”

This continued, and I stopped fingering her and got back to feel her boobs. They were so soft. Her slim yet fluffy waist and everything tempted me a lot. I was waiting to fuck her hard.

Once the movie ended, we went to a secret spot where I took my ex-girlfriend back in my dating days. She sat on my lap, and we both smooched so hard. Then suddenly, I stood up, kissing her, and she jumped on me. I pinned her towards the wall and, smooched her so hard and licked her neck.

She – “Ah, baby, my darling, don’t tease me so much. Do something to me, please.”

The way she begged got me more tempted. Then she removed her jeans, leaving her only in her top and panties. I slid my hand inside her jeans and started to finger her, and she moaned so hard, “Ah, baby baby baby ahh baby yess right there yes yes ahh yes there ahhh.”

Then she, in one swift motion, pulled my pants down, kept her entire mouth inside my dick and sucked so nice. I was shell-shocked to see her sucking skills. I was in a full mood, and the sweaty bodies and smell made me go crazy. I pinned her to the wall and tapped my dick on her pussy edge, and she said

She – “Ahh, baby, please don’t tease me anymore. I am so desperate fuck me hard, baby, my darling, my brother. I always wanted you inside, fuck me, please.”

The words gave me all the excitement as I pushed my dick inside, breaking her virginity seal. Even not minding the blood stains, we fucked like hungry animals, pumping her pussy with my dick.

She – “Ahh, right there, hit me, smooch me fuck me kiss me lick me do whatever you want. I’m yours. I’m one and only yours, baby. My baby, my husband, please fuck me harder.”

We both were so lost. We were both on the verge of getting an orgasm. She started peaking. Her body started to tremble. She moaned, “What is happening to me, baby? What are you doing?”

She cum and then sucked my dick as I, too cum on her body. We both gazed at each other as she said, “I love you so much, for real, ummah.”

We had many other amazing sessions, too, which I will tell you about in the upcoming parts. Thank you. If you want to contact me, please do so through my email at [email protected].

Hello guys! I am glad to share my other real experience. Well, this happened around a year ago.

The heroine of the story is Shilpa (name changed). So, it was the time when Shilpa and her husband had newly shifted to our neighborhood. We had our houses in front of each other.

So, without wasting any time, let’s come to the story.

Initially, I was aware that we had new neighbors, but I was unaware of who they were. When I was attending a meeting, I was bored, so I decided to take a walk while attending the meeting. While walking, I saw some movement in the window of the house in front of me. I thought they must be setting up their home.

But then, when I took a closer look, I was shocked to see the view. I saw a sexy, bare figure from the back. Those curves and hair looked so tempting. I got an erection as soon as I saw it. I continued to walk and tried to peep, and I was able to watch Shilpa facing the window and moving. I got to know she was getting fucked (she was watching me). That view made me so horny. Then, I went in and saw a guy leaving the house. As I was not aware who our neighbors were, I thought they were husband and wife.

A few days passed, and one fine evening, a guy and Shilpa came to our house to introduce themselves. And I was shocked to hear that they were husband and wife. I immediately came to know that Shilpa was cheating on her husband. I was shocked and didn’t say a word. Shilpa noticed me being shocked, and then they went away.

So, later that day, Shilpa was having a talk with my mom. When I entered, I saw them sitting, and Shilpa was watching me. My mom went to bring some stuff inside, and we were sitting in silence. She broke the silence and asked me what I did. Then, she took the stuff and went away. It was quite awkward because I couldn’t forget what I saw.

The next day, my neighbor left for his office, and my thoughts started about how that guy was fucking her. In the afternoon, out of the blue, Shilpa called from the balcony and asked my mom to send me to help with some furniture. I was feeling a little awkward while walking, but then I went to her house. As soon as she opened the door, I was shocked and surprised to see her in nightwear, exposing her thighs and body.

She asked me for water, and after having it, I asked what help she needed. To which she said, “I didn’t need any help, but I need to talk to you.” I was shocked again by listening to it.

Shilpa: “Why did you seem so shocked when my husband introduced us?”

I was silent and didn’t reply to anything.

Shilpa: “You saw me getting fucked, right?”

I looked at her and nodded ‘yes’ to that.

Shilpa: “Well, you’re a grown boy, and you know we all have needs. You must be having some needs too.”

By saying so, she leaned towards me and came closer.

Me: “Yes, but it was shocking for me. Your husband seemed so proud, and you were doing this behind his back.”

After hearing me, she got a little scared and asked me to lower my voice, as anyone could hear.

Me: “You should stop all this.” (While my words were saying one thing, my mind had something else in storage)

Shilpa: “Please don’t think of telling it to my husband.” She leaned and tried to kiss me. I moved aside while she pleaded with me to keep it her secret. “I can do anything for you… be your slave,” she added.

She then placed her hand on my dick and started to play over my pants. Well, I’m a guy, and that’s every guy’s weakness. Seeing my face getting calm, she moved towards me and kissed. I hesitated at first. Then, the way she started to kiss, it was impossible to control. She’s a very good kisser. We then started to kiss, and she held my neck while doing so.

It was the time when things got intense, and I stopped controlling myself and started to caress her body with my hand – on her face, hair, boobs, stomach, pussy, and ass. She too was busy grabbing my ass while kissing.

She then stopped and stripped my clothes, and I was down to just my underwear. She removed her nightie and was in a bikini, light pink, as if she had already made up her mind to get fucked.

I didn’t waste any single second and removed her bra and panty and made her naked. She was trimmed, and with 34A boobs, she looked absolutely sexy.

We then moved to her couch and started to kiss while pressing her boobs vigorously. I then moved myself on her boobs and started to suck them, circled her nipples with my tongue, and gave them some bite. She asked me not to give her a hickey. I did the same with the other boob as well. She then made me lie down, and she went on her knees on the floor and removed my underwear, gazing at my cock.

She wasted no time and started to suck me. Wow! What a feeling it was, guys! She was a real sucker at it. The way she moved her head, tongue – wow! She was spitting, licking, and sucking. She pinched my nipples while giving me a blowjob. That was crazy.

I then stopped her and made her lie on the couch and started to fuck her boobs with every stroke ending in her mouth. It was quite a sexy scene. She then asked me to stop and start with fucking her, as her husband would be back. As I didn’t have a condom, I told her, and she asked me to fuck her raw. That was going to be my first raw sex, and I was excited for it.

I then gave her a lick on her pussy; she was shocked to see me do it. I tongue-fucked her for a short while; her pussy was so wet. Without wasting any time, I inserted my dick inside her pussy. It went half in with the first push, and she cried. I surprisingly asked, “How come it pained?” She winked at me, and I understood. And that wink excited me, so I gave another push, and I was all in. It gave me a little pain too, so we were still in that position.

I then slowly started to thrust inside her, and she started to get happy. Within no time, we were in sync, with me going in and out, and she was moaning. “Ahhhh… ooooooo… ohhhhhh… fuck me harder… fuck me… tear my pussy… fuck me… make me your bitch… and fuck me like the world’s ending.” She was moaning like crazy.

Well, guys, if you hear a girl moan while you fuck her, it gives you another level of energy, right?

I was pressing her boobs and fucking her. This went on for some time. Then, she turned into doggy style on the L-shaped couch, and I went behind her and started to fuck her. It was my fantasy to hold the hair and fuck the girl; well, it was a woman here, but I enjoyed it. I was fucking her fast now. She asked to switch positions again.

Now, she climbed on top of me and used her hand to push my dick inside her pussy and started to jump. Well, this position is so hot, as both I and she were able to control. She used to stop if she was tired, and then I would continue by pushing up. Later, we switched to sofa spoon and started to fuck her. I was nearing orgasm.

I told her, and she asked me to release it inside her pussy. Hearing this excited me, and I came in her hot pussy. And I told her, it was my first time releasing cum in any pussy. She smiled, inserted her finger in her pussy, took cum, licked it, and winked at me.

I then asked her to lie down, as I wanted to satisfy her. But she said that she had never squirted in her life, so we could try later. I kissed her and said, “Next time, you will experience it.”

I soon got dressed and left for my house with her underwear as a souvenir. As I came out, I saw her husband getting off his bike. I took a breath of relief and greeted him and came back home.

Guys, find and read the next part, and read how I made her squirt and how we fucked now and then.

You can drop your feedback to me at [email protected]. Anyone near Mumbai, feel free to message.

Welcome to the first part of the Telugu Family Rift. Rao, 44, lives with his second wife, Mamata, 32 (34D-sized), a dutiful homemaker with unspoken desires. His daughter Bindu, 21 (32c sized), is a sharp MBBS student, while Chinnu, 19, drifts through college.

This incident happened in Rao’s Residence in Vizag. Mamata battles hidden desires while living with her husband, Rao, stepchildren Bindu and Chinnu, and nephew Naveen, whose arrival ignites a dangerous affair.

Story starts.

Rao sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a faded lungi. His fingers moved quickly over a small bundle of notes. Mamata entered, wiping her hands with the end of her saree.

Rao: “Both kids had dinner?”

Eyes still on the money, he asked casually.

Mamata: “Hmm. Chinnu ate early, and Bindu was still at her books.”

Mamata: “She won’t listen to me.”

She took her towel and went to take a shower. Rao remained hunched over the bundle of notes.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door clicked open. Mamata stepped out, towel wrapped around her 34D-sized boobs, water still tracing lines down her arms and collarbone.

Rao watched, and Mamata opened the cupboard, pulling out a semi-transparent nightie, soft blue, almost sheer in the low light. She didn’t turn away as she slipped the towel off and wore the nightie.

Rao’s jaw tensed, looking at the glimpse of Mamata’s naked body.

Rao: “Mamata…”

His voice barely reached her. She walked toward him. Mamata’s voice was gentle, almost hesitant.

Mamata: “Rao… can you… fuck me tonight? Not just the oral, just… fuck me harder?” There was a pause.

Rao: “I… I don’t know if I can fuck like before. It’s been long…”

Mamata reached out, her hand finding a soft dick.

Mamata: “It doesn’t have to be like before. Just fuck me harder and cum inside me.”

Rao swallowed hard.

Rao undressed slowly. Mamata’s breath quickened as she watched him. She reached for him as he finished, her hands moving to his back, drawing him close and kissing him.

Mamata: “Rao… I need you to treat me like a bitch tonight… Like you once did.”

Rao hesitated, but he pulled her into his arms.

Mamata: “I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted to get pregnant for five years now, but… nothing has happened. Not even a sign.”

She spoke softly, and Rao paused, his heart pounding in his chest.

Mamata closed her eyes, her body relaxing under his touch. Rao slowly leaned in. His breath faltered as he began to explore, his movements tentative and nervous.

Rao: “Mamata… I don’t know if I can fuck like before.”

Mamata’s hand reached up to his semi-hard dick, her voice soft but clear.

Mamata: “We don’t need to be rock hard. Just do with me.”

She gently placed her hands on his dick, guiding him near her hairy pussy.

Mamata: “It’s okay, Rao. We don’t have to rush… just fuck me slowly for a few minutes.”

Rao nodded. He took control gently, his dick trembling slightly as he touched her pussy with his dick. The first stroke was slow and careful. Her eyes closed, and a quiet gasp escaped her lips. It was exactly what she had desired.

Mamata: “Rao… this… this is what I needed.”

Rao, hearing her response, felt a fleeting sense of accomplishment. His body moved again, more quickly this time, but the effort made him falter.

Rao: “I… I’m sorry. I can’t…”

Rao pulled back his dick slightly.

Mamata: “Rao, it’s okay. Just sleep naked with me like this.”

Mamata lay beside Rao naked, her hand resting on his soft dick. After a long silence, Rao spoke into the dimness.

Rao: “Naveen’s coming tomorrow. He’ll stay for a few days.”

Mamata stirred slightly, her fingers tracing his dick and balls.

Mamata: “Naveen? After all these years? Why now?”

Rao: “He’s taking the IELTS. Wants to go abroad. Thought it would be good if, by the time Bindu finishes MBBS, he’s well settled. Then maybe they can marry.”

Mamata blinked slowly. She gave a small nod, lips tight.

Mamata: “Naveen? He was lazy, Rao and dumb, too, if we’re being honest. Just floated by because of his family’s money. Bindu worked hard; she earned that MBBS seat on merit. You think this is a good match?”

Rao didn’t look at her, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Mamata: “If you ask me, Vishnu would suit Bindu better. He’s sharp, respectful.”

Rao glanced at her, surprised.

Rao: “Vishnu? Naveen’s younger brother is still studying. Naveen’s moving abroad isn’t something to be taken lightly. If he settles well, he can give Bindu a stable life.”

Mamata didn’t argue further. Rao remained still, eyes open, both of them adrift in quiet disagreement. Sleep came late.

The next morning, Mamata woke up and saw the bed empty. Rao was already up. She tucked her boobs into her nighty, adjusted the neckline, and tied her hair into a loose bun.

Stepping out into the hallway, the bathroom door opened. Bindu stepped out, towel clinging to her sexy teen figure, water trickling down her neck to cleavage. Mamata blinked, caught off guard.

Mamata: “Where’s your dad? And Chinnu?”

Bindu turned toward the Mamata, trying to sound casual.

Bindu: “Daddy went to pick up Naveen Bava from the station, and Chinnu’s off to cricket with his friends.”

She moved quickly, but Mamata noticed a soft blush blooming on Bindu’s cheeks as she said Naveen’s name.

Mamata: “You remember Naveen well, huh?”

Bindu didn’t answer directly, just busied herself with pulling out her bra and panties from the cupboard.

After a minute, Mamata opened the door just as the Rao’s bike’s horn faded. She expected the same lean boy, but Naveen was Taller than she remembered. Long hair, brushed back casually. A sculpted frame beneath his faded shirt. Gym-toned. Sharp jaw. Quiet eyes.

Rao: “Sorry, Mamata, I didn’t want to wake you. He called me from the station.”

Mamata nodded, eyes lingering on Naveen’s body. She fetched a bucket near the tap and began filling it, squatting low to steady it.

From where Naveen stood, her nighty tugged forward slightly with the bend revealing her soft 34D-sized boobs. Naveen’s eyes flicked down before he quickly looked away.

Naveen washed his feet. Mamata lifted his heavy bag with practised grace and walked it straight into Bindu and Chinnu’s shared bedroom.

Mamata: “You’ll have to manage here, just for a couple of days.”

Naveen nodded silently. Rao grabbed his keys.

Rao: “I’ll get breakfast. Be back soon.”

Bindu stayed tucked in the kitchen, heart pounding, pretending to be busy. Naveen stepped into the bedroom. The scent of books and paper, and his eyes caught a flash of red. Bindu’s dirty lingerie was left on top of a pile of clothes.

He pulled out a towel, wrapped it low around his waist, and stepped into the hallway, still looking for the bathroom. Bindu turned from the kitchen just then. Their eyes met briefly but charged. She froze. He didn’t speak.

Bindu’s boobs felt heavy, breath shallower, and the fabric of her fitted top suddenly too tight. She forced her gaze upward and quickly pointed toward the bathroom, her voice caught in her throat.

Bindu: “There, at the end of the hall.”

Without waiting, she turned and walked straight back to the kitchen, heart racing.

Naveen approached the bathroom door, still silent. He reached for the handle. The door wasn’t latched. Inside, he could hear the rush of water. Dim light flickered across the tiles. A shape moved behind the thin gap in the door, Mamata. Her naked silhouette was graceful and unaware.

The water stopped. When the bathroom door swung open, Mamata stood there, startled. A thin petticoat clutched to her boobs, dripping hair clinging to her neck. The fabric barely veiled the contours of her naked body.

Mamata: “Naveen!”

She turned swiftly, tugging the cloth tighter around her and hurried back inside. Naveen stood frozen. His heart thudded in his ears. He stepped into the now-vacant bathroom, locking the door quietly behind him.

Naveen returned, freshly showered. Mamata served dosas, eyes deliberately avoiding Naveen. Bindu brought chutney bowls, her gaze flicking between Naveen and her stepmother. Just then, Chinnu burst in.

Chinnu: “Naveen Bava!”

He threw his arms around him in a clumsy hug. Naveen smiled. Bindu eventually slipped away to her room, books already open on her bed.

Rao suggested an outing and took Naveen and Chinnu out for a casual lunch at their old mess hall. By nightfall, everyone had returned. Plates clattered. The family gathered again for dinner, laughter echoing.

Bindu and Chinnu retreated to their room, their muffled laughter trailing behind them. Rao stretched his back with a yawn.

Rao: “You can sleep in our bedroom tonight, Naveen. That old bed in the kids’ room won’t hold your frame.”

Naveen hesitated, then nodded. Moments later, he returned in his boxers.

Mamata quietly under her silk nightie. Minutes passed. Rao drifted into sleep with ease. Naveen lay on the other side, the heat between bodies palpable. Mamata, now between the two, stared at the ceiling. Three people. One bed.

Mamata’s mind screamed warnings. But her body, lonely, aching, curious, stayed quiet. Naveen shifted ever so slightly, and their knees brushed beneath the sheet. She didn’t pull away. Not yet.

The room was dimly lit, with a thin line of streetlights creeping in through the glass window. Rao’s snoring was steady, oblivious. Naveen lay on his back, but his eyes hadn’t moved in minutes. They stayed fixed on the curve of Mamata’s sexy back.

Her nightie clung slightly at the waist, rising just enough with each slow breath. She was turned toward Rao but not asleep. Naveen could tell. Mamata’s breathing wasn’t steady. Her body was alert. Awake. Naveen swallowed hard. His fingers curled into the bedsheet.

Mamata stared into the dark, eyes wide. She knew he was watching her. She didn’t move. Time melted. Minutes passed, maybe more. Mamata’s eyelids had just begun to drift when she felt it light, almost clumsy. Naveen’s hand. It had fallen on her back.

The contact was faint through her nightie. The hand slowly rubbed her back. Her breath caught. Her body tensed, but she didn’t pull away. Shock hit her first. Then, heat. A pulse deep within that she hadn’t felt in years.

Her thoughts spun, but she stayed still.  Purposefully. If this crossed a line, it had to be his doing. That way, she’d have control just enough to deny, to retreat, if needed.

Her lips parted, silent. Her fingers curled beneath the pillow. Mamata shifted just a little. A gentle roll of her hip, a slow stretch of her back. Testing. Teasing. Her heart thundered in her boobs.

Naveen didn’t move his hand. Not an inch. She did it again, this time slower. The contact deepened. Still, he started to squeeze her ass cheeks. Mamata blushed in the dark, unseen. A quiet smile teased her lips.

Then, without warning, she turned. Eyes met eyes. A second passed. Maybe less. Naveen leaned in. A sudden, soft kiss on her lips, Naveen sucking Mamata’s lips.

Mamata’s breath caught. She froze. Then, quickly, sharply, she turned back to her husband. Naveen’s hand moved again gently. It settled on Mamata’s boobs, his fingers curling softly into her nighty. She stiffened at first, unsure of his intent, but something about the gesture wasn’t bold.

It was not familiar. Almost tender. Her heart fluttered as her hand instinctively rose to meet his. Their fingers brushed. She hesitated. Then, slowly, she pressed her palm over his hand and let him squeeze her boobs. A silent response.

Naveen lifted her hand and brought it to his hard dick, guiding her fingers into his balls. A quiet plea. Mamata gasped suddenly; it wasn’t just heat she felt. It was guilt. Confusion.

Mamata’s fingers moved gently through Naveen’s dick, slow, rhythmic. Naveen lies inches away, breathing slow and deep, every motion charged.

Naveen pulled her nightie up and pulled her panties down. Quiet. Careful. Still facing her. The panty rustled close to her thighs. Mamata froze, lips parting in the dark. She didn’t dare turn. But she didn’t stop stroking his dick, either.

Naveen’s dick landed softly on her ass, tapping near her asshole. She didn’t flinch. She couldn’t.

His dick slid down, pausing at her pussy lips. Her heart pounded. Revered in a way that Rao had long forgotten. Her pussy lips parted.

His dick slid into her wet pussy. A slow, delicate motion along the curve of her pussy lips. Mamata’s breath caught sharply, suddenly. She gasped. Not loudly, but enough. Enough for Naveen to hear the tremble in it.

She stiffened, a flicker of hot rod sparking in her wet pussy. Naveen comforted her with small strocks, A small gesture—his palm resting gently against her boobs and squeezing, thumb tracing a calming circle on her nipples.

Mamata’s lip trembled beneath her teeth as Naveen’s dick explored the slope of her pussy slow, unhurried, reverent. He didn’t grope or rush. Instead, he touched her as if she were a memory he never wanted to forget.

She didn’t move away. Instead, her back arched slightly, her pussy letting his dick more inside her. She could feel his forehead brushing her shoulder.

His dick trailed down her pussy lips. She could feel everything now, the trembling restraint in his hold, the unsaid words pressing behind his quiet touch.

Naveen’s dick, warm and steady, slid slowly along her pussy, brushing the line of her butt crack. Their bodies moved slowly. Naveen’s breath grew uneven, his movements more certain, and Mamata responded with a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.

Naveen tensed just briefly, his hand gripping her ass cheeks. After a few final motions and then stillness, his breathing heavy, he quickly pulls his dick out, cum flowing gently on her ass.

Mamata turned slightly, her cheek brushing. Naveen wrapped an arm around her boobs, pulling her close until their bodies fit like puzzle pieces shaped by time and repetition. Neither spoke.

The next morning, Mamata moved quietly through the kitchen, folding lunch wraps and setting steel tiffins on the counter. Her hands were steady, but her breath wasn’t.

Bindu stood near the mirror, adjusting her dupatta, but her eyes kept darting toward the hallway. Searching. Waiting. “Is Naveen still asleep?” she asked casually, pretending to check her watch.

Mamata didn’t answer. Rao came out, sat on the sofa with the newspaper rustling between his fingers, looked up and yawned.

Once Bindu and Chinnu left, the house exhaled into silence. Then Naveen appeared with tousled hair, a soft grin, a loose T-shirt, and eyes heavy with sleep. Rao folded his paper.

Rao: “So, how was the bed?”

Naveen smiled, stretching, gaze flicking across the room, landing on Mamata.

Naveen: “I’m adjusting”

He said, slow and casual, but his eyes lingered. Mamata’s hand trembled. She turned to the stove. Her cheeks were flushed. And she didn’t dare turn around.

To be continued.

Hello All, Welcome to my fantasy world, inspired by real life. This is a story of my experience as a married man in a modern world where men often hold power. I am neither the hero nor the heroine of this story. Which role I play, you can tell me in an email. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story.

I, Shailesh Vaidya, age 30, from Nagpur, Maharashtra, am a mechanical engineer, and I work at a mid-senior level. I got married one and a half years ago to Isha, my wife. It is an arranged marriage. She is a 25-year-old, 5’4, bubbly, and attractive girl. Hunky dory it was.

The first 6 months felt like a honeymoon. I was a virgin till I met her. The engineer who graduated from a tier-2 college, what else can be expected, right? That is for another story, another me. I let go of my past after marrying Isha. It was a fresh start for me.

And for her, as she told me, she also had a breakup in the past. She didn’t share many details, as it still hurts her. Our world was amazing, though. I felt lucky to have her as my wife. She is a treat to sore eyes, a sweet voice, and an amazing nature.

She was sanskari in front of parents and relatives and a complete diva in front of the world. People generally love her for her full bosoms, voluptuous yet fit body, and fair, smooth skin like butter. Oh, I love her smooth, silky body. Lips or red rose petals, I’m not sure.

I had my face buried under her vertical lips most of the time. And her gorgeous feet. She has the feet of a goddess. So divine. She likes to wear different heels, which makes her look more classy. Her wide round ass looks more prominent.

She was not a virgin. She told me this before marriage, and I was okay with it. Everyone has a past, and I respected her past. She was very sensitive about it. She told me that her parents didn’t let her marry her then-boyfriend, Sahil, because he didn’t have a job or a stable income. Eventually, they broke up.

I met Isha one year after her breakup, and we got married in the next three months. But she is great. She taught me how to have sex. She was not a virgin, so I asked her to teach me. About fucking and different positions. Sucking pussy and boobs. I love her so much and her amazing body.

For an average-looking person like me, it was nothing more than a miracle to have such a hot wife. She mostly wore sarees and salwars at home, as we live with our parents. Mostly every other night, we used to fuck, but later on, the intensity got less. We used to fuck once or twice a week.

Though Isha used to make me eat her pussy every day. She said she gets good sleep and forgets about all her household chores in a day, which makes her feel relaxed. I loved sucking her pussy as she kept it hairless always. It was so smooth and tasty that I used to devour it till she asked me to stop.

I did everything I could to keep her happy, whether it was her beauty parlour and spa, shopping, or Zumba classes. Everything. And for that, I used to work my ass off. Stuck in office politics and work pressure.

In factories, there are also workers. You have to manage them. Make a certain impression on them. Which I always failed to do. I was good at the technical part, but people management was not my thing. Some of the workers were rowdy and junkies also.

I looked timid in front of them, so they used to disobey. And for that, I had to hear from my seniors. Still, I managed to survive as Isha’s love and beauty kept me afloat and hopeful.

It was the last quarter of the business year. The management doubled our production target. It meant extra work and double stress. Mr. Shinde, our vice president, approved my request to hire additional workers so that these targets can be met.

I knew if I failed to do so, he would stop my promotion and not increase my salary. Mr Shinde is ruthless when it comes to targets. He is aggressive on the production floors, where he will shout at anyone who comes under his radar. I started conducting interviews with potential candidates.

I preferred strong and athletic men on the factory floor so that the production speed would not be hampered. The minimum qualification was a 10th pass for the job. I hired a few people whom I deemed fit for the work. All were strong men, suitable for the factory job.

Among them was Sahil Shaikh, a 28-year-old muscular and ripped individual, dark-skinned with a beard. He was the most educated among the workers. He had a Diploma.

The factory quickly got into action mode. Every day was hectic. First, the bosses were assholes, and the workers were dicks. Workers sometimes try to overpower the floor managers like me.

One day, the lunch was not ready when I was leaving for the office. So Isha told me she would send it to the factory before lunch break. That day, just before the lunch break, we were called into a meeting with Vice-President Shinde, which lasted much longer.

Until a peon came to announce that my wife, Isha, was here and looking for me. I excused myself from the meeting and went to meet her. She was wearing an orange-coloured, body-hugging saree. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, which showed more than a glimpse of her cleavage.

Her mangalsutra finished just before her cleavage. Her logic is that sleeveless and deep necklines make her look taller. And she was wearing at least 4-inch heels, making her look very sexy.

With her red, luscious lips and minimal makeup, she stood out even brighter amidst the blue-coated, dark-skinned, rugged factory workers. She was standing there with Sahil. I went and said, “Hi, sorry, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long, dear.”

She smiled, chuckled, and said, “No. Not at all. Sahil here was accompanying me.” Sahil was standing just beside her. He stood tall, overshadowing her body.

On the other hand, I was a little shorter than Isha after she wore heels. I looked at Sahil. He was looking into my eyes directly.

I fumbled and said, ” Thank you, Sahil. You can go back to work.” When I said it, he fumed for a second and calmed down, looked at Isha and said, “Nice meeting you, aa… Isha umm… Madam.” Isha’s dovey, sparkling eyes looked into his eyes. She half-smiled and said goodbye to Sahil.

Sahil went away, looking back at her. All the workers on the floor were eyeing her from all angles. So, I felt like I was caught in a spot. But Isha was enjoying the more than a hundred eyes on her. Though she was looking at me, her movements were such that her body was signalling each worker’s dick.

Swinging her body, ass and hands gracefully that it entices cocks in the room. She said, “Sorry, the food must’ve gotten cold.” I said, “It’s okay. Let’s go to the canteen. We will have lunch together.” Everyone was staring at her until we went off the factory floor.

We reached the canteen. Isha said she would not have lunch. Instead, she picked up a coffee from the coffee machine and asked me to go ahead. She would join me with the coffee. When I entered, I saw that the canteen was empty, except for the VP, Shinde, and the people who were in a meeting with me.

They saw and called me. Shinde said, “Sorry, Shailesh. Because of me, lunch got delayed. We are almost finished. Please join us.” I said, “Thank you, sir. But my wife, Isha, is with me.” Before I could finish the sentence, “So what? She will join us too. At least we will get to know her.”

I sat in the chair. Meanwhile, Isha came walking to the tables. Her heels sound made everyone’s head turn towards her. With coffee in one hand, putting her hair behind her ears, she shyly smiled at everyone. “Please join us, Mrs. Vaidya.” Mr Shinde said.

Pointing towards the only empty chair, which was beside him. Isha coyly sat between two men on the chair. Suddenly, everyone was interested in her, and I was almost nonexistent. “Shailesh, you didn’t tell me you have such a beautiful wife. You are very lucky to have a wife like Mrs. Vaidya.” Shinde said.

Before I could say anything, my wife said, “Call me Isha. Sir.” Shinde, intrigued, tried to tilt towards her and said, “Then you call me Samar, Isha.” Isha blushed. Others also started asking her questions. Complimenting her beauty and fitness and making fun of me being fat and bald.

I didn’t like it, but I smiled on their face. I quickly finished lunch. Everyone else was busy checking her cleavage, slender arms, and open midriff as if they were infatuated with her. Isha was mostly talking with Shinde sir and calling him by his name, which I discovered today only.

“Shinde sir, Isha makes delightful mutton. You should eat her mutton sometimes.” I blurted something to get their attention on me. “Of course, I would love to eat her mutton”. Everyone laughed, and Isha blushed, looking at Shinde sir.

Isha went home while my day at work was still going on. The factory is a weird place. Filled with only men. And in that, they saw a beautiful mirage-like Isha. Suddenly, people at the factory were smiling at me and were being nice to me. I realised it was because of my wife Isha’s short visit.

Everyone wanted to get her, but she was only mine. I thought so until Peon came and asked me to join Mr. Shinde in his cabin. I went and sat in a chair in front of him. He had a cunning smile on his face and said, “Come, Shailesh. Your wife is  really something.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you, sir. I am a lucky man.” Mr. Shinde laughed out and said, “No, you fool.  Anyone is lucky but you.” I was amazed at what he was saying. He turned his computer screen towards me to show CCTV footage. And I received the biggest shock of my life.

A worker and a lady were in a cold room, and that lady was sucking a cock while bending down. Her back was towards the camera. But it didn’t take much time to realise that it was my wife Isha sucking Sahil’s cock. He had his hand on her head and was pushing her head on his dick as if he was forcing her.

I lost the ground even though I was sitting. A sky came falling when Mr Shinde said, “I am sorry, Shailesh. I know you must be going through a lot. I need to find this worker and terminate his employment immediately. How dare that filthy worker touch a woman like Isha?”

He looked angry while I was in a state of unrecoverable shock. I must have felt angry, but the only feeling inside me was complete devastation. I realised if Shinde sir fired Sahil, everyone would know the reason. My reputation and respect would be over.

I said, “It seems she was forced into it, sir. But please don’t let this thing out.”

“Are you crazy, Shailesh? Your wife willingly went with him in a cold room. I saw the entire footage. They were fucking in a bloody fucking cold room. This is not acceptable at our company.”

I broke and started crying. I was now worried about my job, Isha, my marriage, and everything.  I didn’t want this thing to come to light, but I also didn’t want to lose the job. “Sir, please, I beg you. Don’t take any action. I will do whatever you say, but don’t let this matter go outside.”

Shinde Sir smiled and said, “See, Shailesh, it happens when a woman is not happy with her husband. They are very good at hiding it. And Isha is such a ravishing beauty. She deserves the fun.”

I was disheartened by his words, “What are you saying, sir? Please delete this footage. I beg you.”

Shinde sir got serious and said, “I will give you a deal. I will delete this footage, but you have to let her be my wife for one day. In return, I will make sure that no one in the company knows about this and will not take any action against you or Sahil.”

What could I say? My wife was becoming both the problem and the solution. I love her so much. I didn’t want to make more out of this situation, but I hated Sahil and wanted to thrash him. I didn’t know what to say, so I started crying.

“You are such a sissy Shailesh. You don’t have to answer now, but please let me know soon. Also, take this video clip copy for you.” He didn’t delete the footage but gave me a copy of it instead. I put my head down in shame and walked out of his office.

I reached home, still absorbing what had unfolded that day. Isha was at home in a good mood, cooking food and humming. She was happy to see me and said, “You look tired, baby. It was great at your factory, and you told me it’s a boring place. I hope I didn’t mess it up in front of Mr. Shinde.”

I was looking at her lips moving while she spoke. Realising just in the afternoon, these beautiful lips were wrapped around a worker’s cock. “No. It was fine.” I blurted out and went to get fresh, thinking nothing would be the same in my life again.

There was still time for dinner. So I closed my bedroom door and played the footage Shinde gave me in the afternoon. I saw Isha come walking with the security guard, holding a tiffin in her hand. It seems she was inquiring about me on the factory floor while I was in the meeting with Shinde sir and others.

She was given a chair to sit in and maybe asked to wait for me. The security guard who came to escort her and other workers had their eyes glued on her. After 5 minutes, she kept the tiffin on a chair and went out to take a stroll in the factory premises.

Our factory is small but surrounded by large trees, so it’s always nice and breezy. Isha was walking in the passage when I saw a worker hurry by, wiping sweat from his brow and holding her hand. Isha, seemingly scared, looked back, and she had her mouth wide open in shock.

I saw the face of a worker, it was Sahil. They were in an intense argument as if Isha was taking his class for forcefully holding her hand. But within a minute, she was crying and hugging Sahil. I didn’t understand what was happening.

Then Sahil held her by both her naked arms, said something, and led her away towards the cold room.  Generally, there won’t be anyone in a cold room. Once they entered the cold room, Sahil led her to a corner and began hugging and kissing her face.

Isha also started hugging him back with the same intensity as if they were long-lost lovers. And with that, though, everything started making sense. Sahil was Isha’s ex-boyfriend. Oh my God. Sahil was kissing and licking her neck while Isha writhed and enjoyed herself in Sahil’s huge arms.

He was caressing her soft arms, open back, and slim waistline. What a sight it was, my beautiful wife in a saree enjoying herself in the arms of a huge, strong man. Soon, they were in a French kiss, kissing each other like crazy.

After kissing each other for 5 minutes straight, Sahil stopped, looked at Isha with love, and pressed his hand on Isha’s head. Her eyes widened, head nodding to say no. But Sahil held her hand and kept it on his dick. Isha laughed naughtily and started feeling his crotch while looking him in the eye.

Sahil again kept his hand on Isha’s head and pushed her downwards. This time, without showing any resistance, Isha bent and sat on her knees and opened and started unbuckling Sahil’s pants. Sahil hurriedly opened his zip and pulled his underwear down.

Bam! his 7 Inches long and very thick circumcised black cock hit on Isha’s face.  Isha put her hand on Sahil’s cock and started taking a whiff of it. Her small hands, with nails painted in light pink colour, looked smaller than Sahil’s huge cock. On the other hand, my dick gets covered with her single hand.

Her two hands also couldn’t cover his dick. Sahil pushed his dick towards Isha’s pink and full lips. Isha opened her mouth and took his shaft in her mouth. And started rolling her tongue on his dick top and kissing its head. She was trying to take it inside her mouth.

But her lips could hardly wrap around one-fourth of his dick. That’s when Sahil starts pushing his dick in her mouth, and Isha starts gagging. I saw it in Shinde Sir’s cabin. I thought he was forcing her, but the story was completely different here. It was because of his big cocks size that she was gagging.

Isha started to slurp and wet the entire length of his cock with her lips and tongue. Sahil slowly guided her head towards his testicles. His ball sack looked big and full. Isha rubbed her nose on it while sucking and nibbling his balls. Sahil closed his eyes and was enjoying the blowjob.

Sahil held Isha’s hair from the back and pulled her up. He started kissing her and exchanging saliva. Isha was like a fully aroused tigress pouncing on the Hulk like Sahil. Soon Sahil grabbed her big round ass and started pressing it. Isha was going crazy and said something to Sahil.

Sahil moved her front towards the wall, and Isha stood, bending from the back and spreading her legs. Sahil lifted her saree and a petticoat and slid her panties down. He placed his dick on the opening of her pussy and started pushing. Isha held his dick and guided it correctly inside her.

As her face was towards the wall, I couldn’t see her face. But Sahil was pushing his dick in and out of her pussy, sometimes grabbing her by her boobs and hair. Slowly, he increased his pace. His speed was like a piston in the factory. He was giving very powerful strokes, spanking her ass in between.

Isha’s body language looked like she was enjoying his dick a lot. She was moving her ass and taking it in. When she moved her head for air, I could see the extreme pleasure on her face. After about 20 minutes of intense fucking, it seemed Sahil exploded inside her.

Both were panting. Isha quickly pulled her pants up and started adjusting her saree. Their eye met. Isha gave a warm smile while Sahil kissed her forehead, and she rested her head on Sahil’s wide chest. She was still breathing heavily. Isha went to the loo.

She adjusted her avatar, which Sahil had destroyed. Applied lipstick, which Sahil ate. Meanwhile, Sahil came with a water bottle for her. Isha drank water and came out of the cold room, and Sahil came out a minute later. She came and possibly inquired about me again.

The Peon left the floor. Sahil came and stood by her, and they chatted and smiled at each other. At that moment, I entered the factory floor from the meeting I was attending.

Wow! What a watch that was. While looking at it, my dick didn’t get erect but instead shrunk a little more. But it had oozed a pre-cum, which left a patch in my underwear. I felt a void inside me.  I didn’t know how to react to this. I consoled myself and quietly went to the dining table.

Isha was beaming today. I found out why she has such a glow on her face today. It was because of Sahil. I went to the bedroom and lay on the bed. Isha came after finishing her chores, changed into her nightdress, and slept on the other side. She touched my dick and said, as usual, “Is my ‘Stuart Little’ asleep?”

I got to know why she calls my dick ‘Stuart Little’ as her ex was so big. I was fuming within. I said, “No. I am not sleeping.” She came near me, cuddling. Her smell is so intoxicating that I lose control over myself, no matter how angry I am. “But your Stuart Little is always sleeping. And I need to relax.”

It is like every day was my cue to suck her pussy. I don’t know why I wanted to suck her pussy even though I was betrayed. But I also wanted to fuck her brains out like Sahil did. So I sucked her pussy. It tasted unusually different today. Very sloppy and wet.

I instantly knew it was Sahil’s cum that I was tasting. She was enjoying me eating her pussy. I felt I was getting hard, so I hurriedly pulled my dick out and pushed it inside her pussy. And I couldn’t feel a thing even though my entire cock was inside.

Isha saw my expression and started making fake sounds asking me to fuck her harder. Her pussy was definitely stretched a lot today by Sahil’s manhood. With that thought, I instantly felt like cumming, I pulled my dick out and cummed in my hand.

Isha doesn’t like me cum on her as it makes her dirty and sticky, and cumming inside is not an option as we are not planning for a baby.  I saw the cum in my hand and started crying. It was post-nut clarity, and I said to Isha, “How can you do that to me? And that too with a mere worker. I loved you so much.”

Seeing me cry, Isha hugged me, and she also started crying, saying, “I am sorry, Shailesh. Sahil is my ex, and he came in front of me, and I don’t know how it happened. I love you so much, Sah… Shailesh.” Isha was in shock, as I was, about what had happened that day.

It was a day that sealed my fate. Now, I have to save my job, my wife, and my reputation, all three things. How will this happen? If you have read this far, it means you liked the story.

Please write to me at [email protected] with your comments and feedback. If you have any creative suggestions, I will try to include them in the next parts. I hope you like the story.  Please let me know if you would like me to proceed further.

Hi guys, in the last part, I got a blowjob from my mother, and Ankita gave a handjob to my father. My plan to have an orgy is going smoothly. Read the last part to understand the story.

Dad promised Ankita that he would convince my mom, Vidhya, to wear only a bra and petticoat along with my wife. I don’t know how he is going to convince Mom about this matter.

It was noon, and the day was extremely hot. Due to the coronavirus, we couldn’t get air conditioning to our new house. We all were sweating like pigs. I was working on my laptop in the hall, and Dad was sitting beside me.

Ankita was wiping the floor; Dad started a conversation.

Raj: Oh my god, it’s very hot.

Ankita: Yes, Papa, it’s very hot; see how much I am sweating.

Raj: You are drenched in sweat, Anki.

Me: Yeah, you are.

As we were speaking, Mom also came to the hall after working in the kitchen; she was also fully drenched.

Vidhya: What to do? It’s the heat; I can’t handle it either.

Raj: I think you both need to shed some dress. See me and Jack? I am wearing only a dhoti, and Jack is wearing only shorts. That’s why we are not sweating much.

Vidhya: Men can wear anything you want, but we women can’t wear things like that.

Raj: Why not? Due to lockdown restrictions, no one is going to come to our house. You both can wear whatever makes you comfortable.

Me: Dad is right; there is no one other than us.

Vidhya: Then what are you guys suggesting? Wear a dress like you both.

Raj: What’s wrong with our dress? We’re not saying to strip naked, are we, Jack?

Me: No, Mom, we’re suggesting that you both wear comfortable dresses like us.

Raj: I have a suggestion: why don’t you both ladies wear only a bra and petticoat?

Vidhya: What? Are you out of your mind?

Me: That’s a good idea.

Ankita: I think it’s a good idea, too. I can’t handle the heat anymore, Mom.

Vidhya: But still.

Raj: Don’t be an old lady, Vidhya. We are a family. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Vidhya: If you’re all okay with that, then I don’t have a problem either.

Raj: Okay then, strip your saree and blouse.

Vidhya: Now itself.

Raj: Yes, why not?

Ankita didn’t wait. She just removed her saree in front of everyone, then opened her blouse hook by hook and removed it. She stood before everyone in only a bra and petticoat.

Ankita: Come on, Mom, your turn.

Mom also stripped and stood in a bra and petticoat, both ladies standing almost naked in front of us.

I got an instant hard-on. I turned around to see my dad; he also had a tent in his lungi.

Raj: How do you feel, girls?

Ankita: I feel so good.

Vidhya: Me too; it’s good to be free.

Me: Okay, then you can work for free like us now.

Vidhya: Oh my god, look at the time! I have to finish cooking.

Saying that Mom went to the kitchen. I could see a fire in my dad’s eyes. I knew he would make his move if I went away. So I took my phone, as if I had a phone call, and left the hall. I went near the stairs and hid there to see Dad making his move.

Raj: Anki.

Ankita: Yes, Papa.

Dad moved his lungi, showing off his erect dick, and asked Ankita.

Raj: Do you remember your promise?

Ankita: Yes, Papa. I do remember my promise, but Papa, are you not afraid of showing off your dick like that? What if Jack comes back?

Raj: Sorry, beti, I couldn’t control my feelings, seeing you in a bra.

Raj covered his dick and asked, “Will you fulfil your promise, or did you make a fake promise to me?”

Ankita: Papa, I will honour my promise no matter what, but I can’t give you a blowjob right now. What if Mom or Jack came to the hall?

Raj: Yeah, you are right; Vidhya must have almost finished making lunch.

Ankita: Don’t worry, Papa. Mom goes to work in the garden in the evening, and Jack will also be busy. You will get your blowjob.

After a while, Mom called everyone for lunch. Dad and I sat on opposite sides of the dining table. It was a small table from our old house. Due to corona, we didn’t buy many things for our new house; one of those things is a dining table.

As Mom and Ankita were serving us food, Mom came near me to pour rice onto my plate. As she was serving, her cleavage gave me a big hard-on. I am sure Dad is also having a hard-on right now.

I got an idea. I immediately texted Ankita, and the message was to give a handjob to Dad under the table. Ankita smiled, looked at me, and accepted her task. As it was a small table, everyone was close to each other. Mom sat on the right side of me, and Ankita to my left.

We started to eat. As we were eating, I could see Dad’s face changing. Ankita started giving handjob to my dad under the table with her left hand. I didn’t waste time. I took Mom’s hand and placed it on my dick. Mom was shocked by the action, but touching my dick, she understood what I wanted.

She started giving me a handjob with her left hand. After 10 minutes, Dad made a sound: Ahhhh. I know he just came in my wife’s hand.

Me: What happened, Dad? Are you okay?

Raj: It’s nothing, just gas.

Then Dad just tapped his chest. I texted Ankita, Don’t wash your left hand, which has Dad’s cum. I didn’t come; Mom started to increase her speed. I think she is getting tired. So I said to my mom, “Enough, Mom, I am full.”

Vidhya understood what her son told her and stopped giving handjobs. We all finished eating. I grabbed Ankita to our room immediately, stuffed my penis inside her mouth, and started fucking her mouth.

As an obedient wife, she took my whole dick without any objection. After another fifteen minutes of blowjob, I felt like cumming. I took my dick out of Ankita’s mouth.

Me: Show your left hand.

I came on her left hand and told her to lick my cum along with my dad’s cum. Ankita smiled and started licking our juice from her hand like a bitch. Ankita got into a mood.

Ankita: Baby, please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.

Ankita removed her petticoat. She didn’t wear any underwear and stood on all fours, showing her ass to me. I came behind her and pushed my dick deep inside her vagina. I fucked her for almost 30 minutes, and someone knocked on the door.

Ankita: Who is it?

It was my dad.

Raj: Where is Jack?

Ankita looked at me, and I told her in a way that seemed like I was asleep.

Ankita: Jack is sleeping.

In the meantime, we both corrected our dresses and stopped fucking.

Raj: Open the door, beti.

I immediately jumped into the bed and started acting. Ankita opened the door, and Dad came.

Ankita: What is it, Papa?

Raj: I can’t handle it anymore, beti. Look at my condition.

His dick was standing like a pole. I can’t roam around you ladies like this; it’s all because of you.

Ankita: I can’t give you a blowjob right now.

Raj: What should I do?

Ankita: Can’t you wait for a little while?

Raj: I can’t, Anki, please. Jack is sound asleep.

Ankita: Okay, then sit on the bed. We have to make it quick, or else Jack will wake up.

Dad sat on the edge of the bed, and Ankita placed our baby beside Dad. Ankita opened Dad’s lungi and took his dick inside her mouth immediately, and started sucking.

I was acting like sleeping while my wife was sucking my dad’s dick; I could see only my dad’s back. The main thing is I never expected this move from my dad.

As Ankita was sucking, I waited for almost 10 minutes, and then I pretended to wake up, making a sound. Dad covered Ankita with his lungi. I was still in bed.

Me: Dad, what are you doing here? Where’s Ankita?

Raj: I just came for my granddaughter, but she is also sleeping like you. Ankita went downstairs. Go back to sleep. I hope I didn’t disturb you.

Me: It’s not a problem; I got enough sleep. I’m going to wash my face.

I took a towel from the side and pretended to wipe my face. I went to the bathroom, not looking at Dad and Ankita.

Ankita immediately got up and went downstairs. Dad adjusted his dress. After I came out of the bathroom, I took my daughter in my arms. Dad and I both went downstairs as well.

Ankita served us tea, and as we were drinking, Mom also came. Ankita served her as well.

Vidhya: I overslept today. Jack, will you help hang the rest of the plant pots, like that day?

Saying that, Mom smiled at me. I understood what she meant.

Me: I am free now. I can help.

After drinking tea, Mom and I went outside. Mom took a towel and put it on her like a shawl to cover her boobs, as she was wearing only a bra.

Jack: Why are you covering? No one will come.

Vidhya was hesitant. I took away the towel, revealing her hot boobs in a bra. I was staring at her boobs.

Vidhya: Stop staring; help me hang the pots.

I came behind Mom, grabbed around her hips, and lifted her. Mom hung the pot. Then I slowly dropped her. While dropping her down, I took the chance to squeeze her boobs. Mom was also enjoying my squeezing.

But I wanted more, so this time, I came in front of Mom and lifted her. As Mom was hanging, I licked her belly button. Mom moaned. I didn’t stop; I continued licking.

Vidhya: Ahhhh, Jack, stop it. Ahhhh, ahhh.

I lowered her slowly, this time when my mouth reached her boobs. I immediately bit Mom’s nipple above her bra.

Vidhya: Ahh, didn’t you have enough biting of my nipples when you were a baby?

Me: I can’t help it, Mom, but don’t deny that you didn’t like it.

Vidhya smiled and said, I liked it.

Me: Then you will like this too.

I came behind again and grabbed her left boob with my left hand and pushed my right hand inside her petticoat and her panty. I touched her pussy lips.

Vidhya: What are you doing, Jack?

Me: Don’t worry, Mom, just enjoy it. You helped me by sucking my dick, remember? I am just returning the favour.

Vidhya: Ahh, what if someone comes?

Me: Don’t worry about that.

As I was fingering Mom, Dad was making his move with my wife, Ankita. Dad went behind Ankita, who was working in the kitchen. He grabbed her boobs and rubbed his erect dick between her ass.

Ankita: Papa, I knew you would come.

Raj: Are you waiting for me?

Ankita: Yes, to scold you.

Raj: Scold me. What did I do?

Ankita: You don’t know, huh?

Dad: I’m sorry, I know, but what can I do? I couldn’t control myself.

Ankita: What if both are caught?

Dad: But we didn’t. Shall we see where we stopped?

Ankita turned around and said, Let’s get over with, she went down on her knees and took my dad’s dick in her mouth and started sucking.

Back to me and my mom, due to my fingering, mom started moaning loudly.

Vidhya: Ahhhh, oh my god, it’s been ages since I felt this good.

Mom reached a big orgasm.

Me: Do you like it, Mom?

Vidhya: Yes, Jack, yes, I wish your dad did this to me sometimes.

Me: Dad never does this to you?

Vidhya: We only had sex; we never did these things before.

Me: Don’t worry, Mom. Hereafter, you can ask me anytime you want.

As we were speaking, my dick was poking between her ass.

Vidhya: I think you need some help down there.

Mom didn’t wait; she lowered my trousers and took my dick in her hands, and started giving me a handjob.

Me: Now you don’t care if someone comes.

Vidhya: My son needs my help. I don’t care about others.

In my mind, day by day, my goal of a family orgy is getting close. Here, I stop the story. If you’d like the next part, please comment.

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Sector 62 ke paas ek jagah hai, highway ke kinare, jahan raat ko truck khade hote hain. Ek raat, February mein, koi 11 baje, flat mein bijli chali gayi, toh socha bahar ghoom aau. Neela lower pehna—thoda dhila wala, ek purani T-shirt daal li, aur us truck wali jagah chala gaya. Wahan pahunch ke thodi der chakkar lagane laga—koi 15 minute tak idhar-udhar ghumta raha. Pair thak rahe the, par dil mein ek bechaini thi.

Tabhi ek truck ke paas se ek aadmi utra—52 saal ka, kaala sa, mazboot jism, shirt ke button khule the, chest pe baal dikhe, haath saaf tha, koi tattoo nahi. Woh bola, “Kya hua, kuch kho gaya hai kya?”

Main bola, “Nahi, bas aise hi ghoom raha hoon, light nahi hai ghar mein.”

Woh bola, “Ok, main apko yaha thodi der se dekh raha hoon, to mujhe laga shayad kuch kho gaya ho apka, isliye ghoom rahe ho.” Aur usne apna naam Aslam bataya.

Woh bola, “Thak gaya hoga, thodi der baith.”

Hum truck ke paas khade baat karne lage—normal si baat—Noida ki thand, highway ka traffic.

Maine bola, “Aslam bhai, thand mein truck mein kaise rehte ho?”

Woh bola, “Razai hai andar, par thakan hoti hai.”

Maine bola, “Haan, main bhi 15-20 minute se chal raha tha, thak gaya hoon.”

Usne chai wale ko awaaz di, “Aye, do chai bana, truck ke andar de dena.”

Mujhe bola, “Ravi, andar baith kar chai pi lenge.”

Main bola, “Thik hai, Aslam bhai.”

Truck mein chadh gaya—seat purani, thodi phati, dashboard pe ek tasveer thi, shayad uski family ki. Andar pasine aur cigarette ki smell thi. Hum baith gaye, baat karne lage.

Aslam bola, “Ravi, tu yahan kya karta hai?”

Maine bola, “Job karta hoon, flat mein rehta hoon.”

Chai wala do glass chai leke aaya, gate pe rakha. Humne chai li, baat karte hue pine lage.

Aslam bola, “Ravi, teri koi girlfriend hai kya?”

Main sharma gaya, bola, “Nahi Aslam bhai, abhi nahi.”

Woh hans pada, “Acha, akela timepass karta hai?”

Baat karte hue usne apna haath meri jangh pe rakh diya, lower ke upar dheere-dheere pherne laga. Mujhe andar-andar achha laga, par sharam bhi aa rahi thi. But meri fantasy to thi hi ye to, isliye maine mann bana rakha tha ke aaj to jo hoga dekha jayega.

Maine bola, “Haan Aslam bhai, kuch aisa hi.”

Usne bola, “Main truck chalata hoon, 8-10 din bahar rehta hoon, family se dur.”

Maine bola, “Aslam bhai, itne din kaise manage karte ho?”

Woh bola, “Kaam toh kaam hai, par chudai nahi hoti toh lund tadapta hai.”

“Chudai” shabd sunke dil tez dhadakne laga, lower mein lund ubhar gaya. Maine bola, “Aslam bhai, matlab?”

Woh bola, “Matlab wahi, bhenchod… 10 din se koi nahi mila.”

Usne meri jangh pe haath aur dabaya, mujhe garmi si lagne lagi. Maine bola, “Aslam bhai, aisi baat pehli baar sun raha hoon.”

Woh bola, “Dekh mera lauda, kitna tadap raha hai!” Pant ki zip kholi—8 inch ka kaala mota lund bahar nikala, poora khada tha. Maine ek nazar lund ko dekha aur phir idhar udhar dekh kar bas baat karne laga.

Baat karte karte Aslam ne apna hath mere hath par rakha aur mera hath dheere se apne lund ki tarah khich kar apne lund par rakh diya. Maine turant hath hata diya uske lund se. Ab wo mere bilkul paas aa gaya, chipak ke, aur bola, “Ravi, ek baar hath se pakad le ise.”Aisa bolte hi usne apne hath se mera hath apne lund par rakha aur pakada diya, aur mere hath se hath nahi hataya.

Main bola, “Kya kar rahe ho Aslam Bhai?”

Aur usne mere kaan me bola, “Pakad le, ek baar.” Main phir pakad liya uska lund.

Wo bola, “Kaisa laga, Ravi, mera lund?”

Maine sharmate huye kaha, “Thik hai.”

Wo bola, “Chusega kya?”

Maine sharam se kaha, “Nahi Aslam bhai.”

Ab Aslam ne mujhe kash ke pakad liya aur mere gaal chumne laga, aur bola, “Ravi, ek baar bas choos le.”

Aur ab to main bhi puri tarah se garam ho gaya tha. Aslam mere gaal chum raha tha aur mere pure muh ko choom raha tha, aur mera lund uske hath me tha. Mujhe sharam bhi aa rahi thi, par dil mein aag thi.

Maine bola, “Pehli baar hai, ghabrahat hai.”

Aslam bola, “Dar mat, dheere se chus.”

Maine bola, “Thik hai,” aur phir maine uske lund ke paas jhuk gaya. Uske lund se pasine ki smell aa rahi thi, shayad, but mujhe sahi lag raha tha.

Usne bola, “Ravi, muh mein daal!”

Maine thodi der tak lund ko hath se pakad kar bas dekha, aur phir uske lund ke supade par jibh laga kar chata aur chumne laga—namkeen sa taste tha.

Aslam bola, “Haan Ravi, pura choos!”

Maine Aslam ka lund thoda aur andar liya, aankhen bhar aayi. Usne apna haath meri gaand pe rakha, lower ke upar se dabane laga, bola, “Chus saale… randi ki tarah chus!”

Aisa sun kar mujhe achcha lag raha tha, aur main aur josh mein aa gaya. Main zor zor se uska chusne laga, woh meri gaand pe thappad marne laga, bola, “Bhenchod, teri gaand bhi mast hai.”

Aisa bol kar usne meri lower utar di, aur ek thappad mara zora se meri gand par, aur bola, “Chus zor se!”

Gandi gaaliyan sunke sharam aur maza dono aa raha tha. Maine Aslam ka lund lagbhag 10 minute chusa, kabhi dheere, kabhi tez. Usne meri gaand zor se dabai, ek thappad aur mara, bola, “Madarchod, pura muh mein le!”

Phir bola, “Bas, jhadne wala hoon!”

Aur phir bola, “Chal, ab teri gand marunga.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi Aslam, main gand nahi marwata.”

Aur phir usne mera muh hataya, aur mujhe ulta kiya, aur meri gand par apna lund rakh diya, aur bola, “Marwa le meri randi, ek baar.”

Maine bola, “Nahi, Aslam… bas upar-upar se kar lo,” aur Aslam pura mere upar let kar mere gand par lund se upar-upar se chudai karne laga, aur 5-7 shot mein wo meri gand mein jhad gaya. Mujhe uska virya garam garm apne gand par feel hua.

Sharam lagi, par maza aaya. Usne bola, “Kaisa laga, Ravi?”

Maine bola, “Aslam bhai, maza aa gaya aaj to,” aur uske lund ko pakad kar uska sara virya saaf kiya. Aur phir se ek baar uske lund par kiss kiya.

Woh bola, “Agli baar teri gaand marunga!”

Maine bola, “Dekhte hain.”

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This is my first Incest Lesbian story. This is not the proper real story. It is a combination of reality and fantasy. The story of two sisters’ forbidden Incestuous relationships.

The story takes place in Indore, Madhya Pradesh. Kishor (Father), 45 years old, works at a bank. Meenakshi (Mother), 42 years old, is a housewife. They used to live with their three children in a three-bedroom house with a kitchen.

Himanshi, the eldest daughter, is 23 years old and the most beautiful girl with her slender body and medium-sized breasts. She was studying in Delhi.

The second daughter, Giya, is a beautiful 20-year-old girl with a slightly thicker build and large breasts. She was in her 3rd year.

The third youngest Son, Naman, is a 19-year-old skinny teenage boy.

The story began when their Elder Daughter, Himanshi, came back home after three years of hostel life. The sun was shining on Himanshi as she stepped out of the train at Indore Station, a big bag slung over her shoulder.

Three years in a Delhi hostel had reshaped her, sharpening her edges and making her more beautiful and sexy. Meenakshi and Naman came to the railway station to take her home.

“Himanshi Di!” Naman, now grown tall and thin, came down the stairs to grab her heavy bag.

Naman: “Welcome back! Di, How’s college life treating you?”

Himanshi: “Exhausting, as always,” She laughed, stroking his hair. “But it’s great to be home.”

Meenakshi hugged her warmly, the scent of spices and comfort wrapping around her.
Meenakshi: “You’ve become so thin! Are you not eating properly? Your Papa is at the bank, but he’ll be thrilled to see you.”

They arrived home.

Himanshi: “Mummy, where is Giya?”

Meenakshi: “She is probably inside her room, glued to her phone.”

Giya came out of her room, her face filled with joy, and she gave her a tight hug. Himanshi’s life settled back into its comforting rhythm. At dinner, Kishor, her father, fussed over her, filling her plate high with food.

Naman entertained her with the stories of his college cricket matches. In the evenings, everyone spent time on the small veranda, sipping chai and swatting away mosquitoes.

However, sharing a room with Giya again felt strange. Giya, always the bubbly one, seemed suppressed, almost distant. “Everything okay, Giya?” Himanshi asked one night as they lay in their twin beds, the ceiling fan whirring above.

Giya shrugged, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Just tired, Di. College is a drag.” Himanshi frowned; she knew her sister well enough to sense there was more to it. “Come on, spill. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s nothing, really,” Giya mumbled, turning onto her side. “Just…stuff.”

The next day, Himanshi decided to take a shower. But the bathroom door had been broken weeks ago. So she couldn’t lock it from inside.

“Mummy, could you please remind Papa to fix that door?” Himanshi asked as she reached for a towel. “It’s a bit unsettling.”

“I will, beta,” Meenakshi replied, stirring a pot on the stove. “Just shout if you need anything.”

The water was hot, almost burning, as it fell upon her skin. She put on the soap, the floral scent filling the small space. Leaning against the cool tile, she closed her eyes, letting the tension from her day melt away.

Unknowingly, Giya went toward the bathroom, lost in her thoughts. She needed a painkiller for her headache. The door was not properly closed, and as she slightly pushed it open, her eyes widened in shock.

Himanshi, her elder sister, stood with her bare back to her, completely naked, her slender body shining with water. Her dark black hair stuck to her back, highlighting the delicate curve of her sexy waist.

The view of her bare backside, her perfectly round ass surrounded by soft hair near her ass crack, sent a shock through Giya. She had never seen her sister like this—so sexy, so…beautiful.

Her heart was racing, and unexpected warmth spread in her stomach. The curve of Himanshi’s waist, the flash of her ass, and the way the water beaded on her skin felt strangely intoxicating.

Himanshi was standing against the door, so she didn’t know her sister was looking at her. She moves slightly towards her right to pick up the soap, her bare pussy with a lot of hair exposed in front of Giya. Giya’s jaw just dropped.

She never thought Himanshi could have that much hair down there. Her eyes fixed on Himanshi’s dark, erect nipples. Her boobs were not that big, but they looked perfectly round.

Suddenly, Himanshi turned towards the door. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock.

Himanshi: “Giya! What are you doing here?”

Giya stuttered, her cheeks burning. “I…I just needed a painkiller. I didn’t know you were inside.”

“Obviously!” Himanshi snapped, quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. “Can’t you even knock?”

“Sorry, Di,” Giya mumbled, backing out of the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to…”

She runs to their room, her mind racing. The image of Himanshi, naked and wet, was fixed in her brain. She had never looked at her sister like that before. She had never looked at anyone like that before. What was happening to her?

The next few days were hard for her. Giya found herself obsessively replaying the scene in her mind. Her body reacted with a confusing mix of shame and arousal. She caught herself staring at Himanshi, noticing the way her clothes clung to her body, the way she moved, the way she smelled.

She was feeling guilty. This was her sister! She shouldn’t be having these thoughts, these desires. But she couldn’t seem to stop them. She wants to watch her again. She knows it’s not right, but her inner desires take over her mind.

One afternoon, the house was quiet. Mummy had gone to visit a relative, Papa was at the bank, and Naman was at cricket practice. Giya knew it was the time when Himanshi took her shower.

The day, the moment she had been waiting for, came. A reckless and terrifying idea occurred to her. Why not capture this scene for the future? She slowly went towards the bathroom and slightly pushed the door.

Her heart was racing in her chest. Her fingers were trembling. Her phone was in her hand; she placed it in a slight gap between the door and the door frame. Himanshi was humming softly, lost in her world, revealing glimpses of her body.

Giya’s breath stuck in her throat. She steadied her hand and pressed the record button on her phone. The next few minutes were a blur of adrenaline and shame. She filmed Himanshi, her completely nude body, the water falling over her skin.

She zoomed in on her breasts, her nipples, her pussy and the curve of her hips. She felt like a pervert who was recording her sister bathing, but she couldn’t stop herself. When Himanshi finally turned off the water, Giya scrambled out of the bathroom.

Her heart threatened to burst from her chest. She ran to their room and closed the door behind her. She collapsed onto her bed, her body trembling. What had she done? She was a terrible person. She should delete the video and erase it from her memory.

But she couldn’t. She opened her phone and pressed the play button. There was Himanshi, her naked body glistening in the shower light. The video was shaky due to the bad angle, but it was still usable. Giya watched, mesmerised, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She could feel the wetness between her legs. Her hand shifted down to her panties. The fabric felt wet against her skin, already damp with eroticism. She closed her eyes, the image of Himanshi’s naked body filling her mind.

She imagined running her hands over her skin, kissing her neck, tasting her sweet pussy lips. Her fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties. She touched herself, tentatively at first, then with increasing urgency. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming.

She moaned softly, her body leaning against the bed. She masturbated thinking about her elder sister. The orgasm hit her like an electrical wave, a rush of pure sensation. She cried out, her body cramping. When it was over, she lay breathlessly, her body soaked with sweat.

After some time, she felt disgusted with herself and ashamed. But beneath the shame, there was a flicker of something else: a sense of power, of control. She had seen Himanshi naked and touched herself while thinking of her. She had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

She knew she should delete the video and put the entire episode behind her. Yet, she found herself unable to do so. It had become her secret, her guilty pleasure, and the addiction of watching it again was too strong to resist.

The video turned into an obsession. She watched it daily, sometimes even several times a day. She memorised every curve of Himanshi’s body and every detail of her face. She fantasised about touching her, kissing her, and eliciting soft moans from her.

Deep down, she understood it was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. The thrill, the danger, and the addiction to the forbidden pleasure had corrupted her completely.

She started to feel bored. She wanted more than just a video. She wanted to feel Himanshi’s body in real life, and she decided to go one step further and try to seduce her for sex.

In the next part, we will get to know how Giya seduced Himanshi and made her addicted to sex.

Hi Readers,

It’s your FunkySubham, back with the second part. Thanks for all the massive support on the first part. Without wasting time, let’s move on to the second part.

After the tiring session, we slept for an hour, cuddling and kissing each other. While I was sleeping, Sandhya woke up and started licking my dick and started giving blow job, which woke me up.

Then we went to the washroom together and cleaned ourselves by licking each other’s body under the shower. The washroom’s temperature was feeling like a sauna. We changed our clothes, and Sandhya went to prepare some food for us.

After a while, I went to the kitchen to check on her; the scene was chaotic. She was in a thin maroon bathrobe, and her hair was dripping with water. She was preparing Maggie for us. I was in a good mood. I went and hugged her from behind and started smelling her wet, aromatic hair.

She: Hey, go away. Let me prepare it quickly. My sister will be coming home from work anytime soon.

I forgot to tell you, she was sharing her room with her sister.

Me: Okay, baba, I’m already excited for the next meet.

Then we both had food, and I left in a hurry as her sister was coming. While on the cab, I received a message from her. “Thanks for everything that happened today. I’m already missing your touch. Come back soon. Your horny tigress is waiting for your juicy dick.”

From that day, we started talking more and began planning for our next meeting. And finally, after 2 weeks, the day came. She took sick leave from her work and called me to come after 10:30 after the sister left for work.

I obeyed her and was there within 10:40 AM. While I was coming, I bought Condoms and flowers for her. I knocked on her door several times, but there was no response. Then my phone rang, and it was her.

She: Is that your knocking on the door or someone else?”

I confirmed it was me, and then she opened the door. After she opened the door, the scenery made me dumbstruck. My horny tigress was wearing a deep red net lingerie and standing in a pose like a whore. The net lingerie was barely covering her 38D boobies.

Her entire body was visible through the transparent net lingerie. She welcomed me in a seductive voice, “Come in, mister. Are you ready for the action?”

I entered her house, and without wasting any time, she closed and door, and she was soo hungry for my 6.2 inches dick that she directly kneeled in front of me and unhooked my pants and slid down. I could see the hunger in her face.

In no time, she started giving my dick slow strokes and kisses to wake it up. She started licking it like there was no tomorrow. I was standing like a poppet, and she kept sucking my junior and playing with my balls. After 15 minutes of action, I was about to cum.

I held her head and hair and started giving her a deep throat. The ‘gwak gwak gwak’ sound was echoing in the hall. I gave her my first cum directly in her mouth. She swallowed it completely as if it were a tasty dessert.

I lifted her, took her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. While undressing, she was desperately looking at me. I took the belt from my pants and tied her hands first. It made her a little more excited, and then I jumped to her.

I pulled her closer and started to kiss and lick her earlobes. I was pressing her boobs and pulling her hair simultaneously. Sniffing her pussy over the panty and teasing her. It was making her more wild.

Now she was soo horny and was begging to fuck her. I opened her lingerie, poured honey on her entire body and started eating her like lion’s prey. I poured honey on her juicy pussy. I spread it evenly, continuously, with slow, gentle fingering and rubbing.

After a while, I started giving her a hard fingering with pussy licking. My other hand was busy playing with her erect nipples. My bitch was tied, helpless and was moaning so hard and begging me to stop teasing.

“Aah, please don’t tease me, baby. I’m dying. Please fuck me. I’m going to cum, baby. I’m cumming.” And she cum a big load directly in my face. I drank it like a drunkard searching for the last drop of liquor.

She: You bastard, stop teasing me, I’m dying for your dick. Fuck me, you motherfucker, show me your masculinity.

This fired me. I slapped her face and gave her hard spanks. I wore protection, and her eyes were glowing. Finally, the moment she was begging for is here. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, closer to me. I put my 6.2-wrapped monster in her glory hole.

Her pussy was hot like an oven and was tight. I was inserting my tip and pulling it out repeatedly, which was making her mad. I only entered my tip and leaned on her to kiss. While kissing her juicy lips, I held her body and gave a strong stroke suddenly.

She was not expecting it. She moaned while kissing. Her eyes were wide open, and happy tears rolled out of them. I started slowly, and her moans were making me mad. After a while, I started pounding her hard.

‘Thap thap thap’ sound was rebounding the whole room along with her moans. Soon she couldn’t control and cum again with a loud moaning. I untied her and turned her into a doggy position. I held and pulled her hair and again started drilling.

Her boobs were swinging in the air, and the room was filled with Sandhya’s sweet screaming. After 5 minutes, I rolled on the bed, and she came on top of me, inserted it slowly and started jumping on me. My horny bitch was jumping on me.

Her big boobs were bouncing in front of me, the scenery every man would die for. She was ready for her third cumming. I was also nearing cum. I removed the protection, and we both started coupling in the 69 position.

After a while, my slutty whore started dripping her greasy juice on my face, and I, too cum in her mouth. I was ready for another round in the shower, but Sandhya was completely exhausted. We were entangled with each other. She was licking and biting my lips, and we fell asleep.

Hope you all enjoyed the story. Still, It’s not the end. There is a twist in the upcoming part. I’m ending it here as it is already so lengthy. Keep your curiosity up and share your feedback with me. Please let me know if you want to know what happened next.

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