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Bhaiya se mile hue ek hafta ho gaya tha uss trip ke baad. Niraj bhaiya, umar 40, lekin daaru ne unhe andar se khokla kar diya tha. Hamesha ek ajeeb si tension unke chehre par rehti thi. Par uss din, unke ghar par, wo alag hi mood mein the. Chehre par ek sukoon tha, ek aisi chamak jo maine saalon se nahi dekhi thi.

Haath mein Scotch ka glass tha, par nasha unki aankhon mein uss trip ka tha. “Karan,” unhone glass table par rakhte hue kaha, “Zindagi mein kuch din aise hone chahiye jo saalon ki thakaan utaar de.”

Main samajh gaya wo Ritu bhabhi ke birthday trip ki baat kar rahe the.

Ritu bhabhi… kya kahun unke baare mein? 38 saal ki, do bachhon ki maa, par unhe dekh kar koi keh nahi sakta tha. Unka figure, 38-30-38, jaise kisi kalakaar ne fursat se tarasha ho.

Saari mein jab wo chalti thi toh ekdum sanskari bahu lagti thi, par jab wo jeans aur top mein bhaiya ke saath bike par baithti thi, toh college ki ladki bhi fail thi.

Unki sabse khaas baat unka dimaag tha. Wo modern thi, par apni hadon ko jaanti thi. Bhaiya ke saath baith kar daaru bhi peeti thi aur cigarette bhi lagati thi.

Aur unki baatein… bhagwan kasam, unki gandi baatein sunkar toh acche logon ke paseene chhoot jaaye. Un dono ka rishta ajeeb tha, par perfect tha.

Bhaiya ne ek lamba sa kash apni cigarette ka liya aur dhuan chhodte hue bole, “Tujhe batata hoon, humne kya toofan machaya hai un teen dino mein.” Aur fir unhone batana shuru kiya, aur meri aankhon ke saamne sabkuch chalne laga.

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Indore ki sardi, 27 November. Bhabhi ka birthday. Unhone sheher se door, ek ghane jungle ke beech mein ek private villa book kiya tha. Ek aisi jagah jahaan insaan toh kya, parinda bhi par maarne se pehle soche.

Jab wo wahaan pahuche, toh unki gaadi ek bade se gate par ruki. Andar ek khoobsurat, lakdi aur sheeshe se bana villa tha. Aur uske aage, ek bada sa pool deck, jo aage jungle mein jhaank raha tha.

“Fuck, Niraj! Yeh toh heaven hai!” Bhabhi ki awaaz mein baccho jaisi excitement thi. Unka samaan caretaker ne rakha aur chala gaya, agle teen din tak waha sirf wo dono the.

Bhaiya ne aate hi bottle kholi. Bhabhi ne apna bag rakha aur seedha villa explore karne nikal gayi. Bhaiya piche piche drink banate hue gaye. Villa andar se bhi utna hi shandaar tha.

Ek bada sa bedroom, jiske aamne saamne ki deewarein sheeshe ki thi, jungle ka poora view de rahi thi. Par asli cheez unhe tab mili jab unhone ek laal rang ka darwaza dekha.

“Yeh kya hai?” Bhabhi ne muskurate hue pucha.

“Aapka birthday gift, darling,” bhaiya ne aankh maari.

Darwaza khola toh bhabhi ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Wo ek ‘Red Room’ tha. Deewaron par laal velvet, halki roshni. Andar ek St. Andrew’s Cross, ek leather ka bed, chhat se latakti silk ki rassiyan, ek swing aur ek almari, jo lingerie, costumes aur har tarah ke toys se bhari hui thi.

Bhabhi ne ek whip uthayi aur hawa mein ghuma kar bhaiya ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein aisi shararat thi ki bhaiya ka lund unki jeans mein hi salaami dene laga. “Niraj… tu bahut bada harami hai. I love it!”

Shaam ho chuki thi. November ki thand mein unhone pool ka paani garam karwaya tha. Bhabhi ek kaali bikini mein bahar aayi. Unki 38 ki bhaari chuchiyan uss bikini se bahar aane ko betaab thi. Unki 38 ki gaand bilkul gol, matke jaisi lag rahi thi.

Bhaiya bas unhe dekhte reh gaye.

“Aise kya ghoor raha hai… birthday girl ko taadega nahi?” bhabhi ne pool mein utarte hue kaha.

Garam paani se bhaap uth rahi thi. Bhaiya ne cigarette sulgaya, ek lamba kash liya aur bhabhi ko pass kiya. Bhabhi ne do gehre kash liye aur dhuan bhaiya ke muh par chhod diya.

“Chalo, ab shuru karein?” Bhaiya bhi pool mein utar gaye. Paani ke andar, unhone bhabhi ko apni taraf kheencha. Unke haath bhabhi ki gaand par the, use masal rahe the.

“Happy Birthday, meri jaan,” bhaiya ne unke kaan mein kaha.

“Birthday wish aise nahi karte, Niraj. Gift do,” bhabhi ne apni taangein bhaiya ki kamar par lapet li.

Bhaiya ne unki bikini ka upar wala hissa khol diya. Paani ke upar bhabhi ki dono badi badi chuchiyan azaad ho gayi; unke gulabi nipple thand se shakt ho gaye the.

Bhaiya ne ek nipple ko muh mein bhar liya aur choosne lage.

“Aaaahhh… Niraj… dheere… poora jungle sunega,” bhabhi siskariyan le rahi thi, par unki awaaz mein rokne ka koi ishara nahi tha.

Bhaiya ne unki bikini ka nichla hissa bhi paani ke andar hi utaar diya. Ab wo poori nangi thi. Bhaiya ne apna lund bahar nikala aur bhabhi ki chut ke muhane par ragadne lage.

Bhabhi nashe mein thi, “Ab daal bhi de… kitna tadpayega… madarchod!”

Ek hi jhatke mein bhaiya ka poora lund bhabhi ki geeli chut ke andar tha. Bhabhi ki cheekh poore jungle mein goonj gayi. Pool ke garam paani mein, thandi hawa ke beech, unki chudai shuru hui. Har dhakke ke saath paani chhalak raha tha.

Bhabhi ki awaazein tez hoti ja rahi thi, “Aur… aur zor se Niraj… chod de apni iss raand biwi ko… aahhh… faad de meri chut… aaj mera birthday hai… ahhhh!”

Uss raat unhone pool mein hi do baar jhadne ke baad, thak kar ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye.

Subah unki aankh der se khuli. Bhaiya ne coffee banayi aur wo deck par baith kar jungle ko dekh rahe the. Raat ki thakaan unke chehro par thi, par ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha.

“Aaj kya plan hai, birthday girl?” bhaiya ne pucha.

Bhabhi ne coffee ka cup rakha aur bhaiya ki goad mein baith gayi. “Aaj… aaj hum uss laal kamre ki asliyat dekhenge.”

Dophar mein, khana khane ke baad, wo uss Red Room mein gaye. Bhabhi ne almari kholi aur costumes dekhne lagi. Ek police uniform, ek nurse ki dress, aur ek French maid ki dress. Unhone maid wali dress nikali. Wo ek bahut hi choti, kaali dress thi jisme safed apron laga tha.

“Memsaab, aaj aapki seva yeh maid karegi,” bhabhi ne jhuk kar bhaiya ke joote utaare. Jaise hi wo jhuki, unki badi gaand bhaiya ki aankhon ke saamne thi. Dress itni choti thi ki unki gaand ke neeche ka hissa saaf dikh raha tha.

“Saab, aapki yeh maid bahut gandi hai. Ise saza denge?” bhabhi ne masoomiyat se pucha.

Bhaiya ka nasha chadh raha tha. Unhone bhabhi ko St. Andrew’s Cross par jhukne ko kaha aur unke haath pair baandh diye. Ab bhabhi ki gaand poori tarah se hawa mein thi. Bhaiya ne almari se ek chota chabuk nikala.

“Niraj… please… dheere se…” bhabhi ki awaaz mein darr aur excitement dono the. Pehla chabuk jab unki gaand par pada toh unki cheekh nikal gayi.

“Aaaaiiiii!”

“Chup kar saali! Maid hai tu… awaaz nahi karegi!” bhaiya ne nashe mein kaha. Ek ke baad ek, bhaiya unki gaand par chabuk maar rahe the.

Bhabhi ki poori gaand laal ho chuki thi. Wo ro rahi thi aur siskariyan le rahi thi.

“Sorry saab… aahhh… galti ho gayi… please maaf kar do…”

Bhaiya ne chabuk feka aur apna lund unki laal gaand par ragadne lage.

“Teri saza abhi baaki hai, raand.”

Aur fir unhone apna mota lund bhabhi ki gaand mein ghusa diya. Bhabhi dard se chhatpata uthi, par unki gaand itni tight thi ki bhaiya ko bhi mazaa aa raha tha. Wo uski gaand maar rahe the aur uske baalon ko kheench rahe the.

“Bol… bol tu meri rakhel hai… bol!”

“Haan… haan saab… main aapki rakhel hoon… aapki kuttiya hoon… aahhh… faad do meri gaand…”

Uss din unhone har fantasy poori ki. Bhabhi police wali bani aur bhaiya ko handcuff karke unki ridaar chudai ki. Fir wo dono ek doosre ko silk ki rassiyon se baandh kar ajeeb ajeeb position mein chude.

Raat tak wo dono itne thak chuke the ki unhe hosh nahi tha ki unhone kab khana khaya aur kab soye.

Phir aakhri din tha. Unhe shaam tak nikalna tha. Subah se hi ek ajeeb si udaasi thi.

“Mann nahi kar raha wapas jaane ka,” bhabhi ne bhaiya ke seene par sar rakh kar kaha. Wo nange hi bed par lete the aur saamne sheeshe ki deewar se jungle dikh raha tha.

“Toh ek aakhri baar, iss jungle ko hamari dastaan suna dein?” bhaiya ne unki chuchiyon ko sehlata hue pucha.

Bhabhi unke upar aa gayi. “Iss baar… sabkuch meri marzi se hoga. No holding back.” Wo bhaiya ke lund par baith gayi. Dheere dheere, upar neeche hone lagi. Unki aankhein bandh thi, aur wo har moment ko feel kar rahi thi. Unki speed badhne lagi.

Wo ek jungli ghodi ki tarah bhaiya ke upar uchal rahi thi. Unki badi chuchiyan hawa mein jhul rahi thi.

“Niraj… look at me!” wo chillaayi. Unhone bhaiya ka chehra pakda. “Main tumse bahut pyaar karti hoon… I love you! Aur main tumhari raand bhi hoon… aahhhh… chod mujhe… chod apni Ritu ko…”

Unki awaazein itni tez thi jaise wo mike par bol rahi ho. Wo jhadne ke kareeb thi.

“Main aa rahi hoon Niraj… fuck… main aa rahi hooooon!” Aur wo jhadte hue bhaiya ke upar hi nidhaal ho kar gir gayi.

Bhaiya ne bhi unke andar hi apna saara paani chhod diya. Kuch der wo waise hi pade rahe. Saansein tez thi, dilon ki dhadkan sunai de rahi thi.

“Yeh best birthday tha, Niraj. Ever,” bhabhi ne unke honthon ko choomte hue kaha.

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Bhaiya ne apni kahani khatam ki aur Scotch ka aakhri ghoont piya. Unke chehre par abhi bhi wahi muskaan thi.

Main bas unhe dekhta raha. Unka rishta duniya ki nazron mein shayad ajeeb ho, par unke liye shayad yahi pyaar tha. Ek aisa pyaar jahan koi parda nahi tha, koi jhijhak nahi thi.

Main jab unke ghar se nikla, toh mere dimaag mein bas Ritu bhabhi ka chehra ghoom raha tha. Unki wo shararati aankhein, unki wo “cultured yet modern” adaa, aur wo cheekhein jo bhaiya ke hisaab se poore jungle ne suni thi.

Ek baat toh saaf thi, Ritu bhabhi jaisi aurat kismat waalon ko milti hai, aur Niraj bhaiya bahut kismat wale the.

Hi, all, this story is about my drunken friend and his wife, and how I got a chance to fuck my friend’s wife.

My friend is addicted to alcohol. He drinks a full bottle every day. His family is also fed up with his addiction. They tried to stop his addiction, but he never stopped it.

Finally, all his relatives and parents thought of marriage, so that he would get some responsibilities and would reduce drinking.

I knew that nothing was going to stop him from simply spoiling a girl’s life. But his parents didn’t listen to me and searched for a village girl, and she was innocent too. They married and came to Bangalore.

My friend is a good person, but has an addiction to drinking. I  tried a lot, but he never listened to anyone. In the beginning, I accompanied him for drinks.

But when he didn’t change, I didn’t go with him to the bar. But all the bar owners and waiters he visited had my number. Whenever he is fully unstable, they would call me. I would clear the bills and drop him off at his house.

His wife would be waiting every day near the door, expecting him to come home safe. She also tried a lot to stop the addiction, but it was of no use. Many times, I have dropped him off at his house in front of his wife. She would keep crying.

I would try to console her. She would share her bad experience with him every day. She told me one thing that I didn’t expect her to share with me.

She said, “Your friend, after drinking alcohol, comes and tries to have sex with me. But since he is not stable, he won’t be able to insert properly or will last only for a few minutes. Every day, he would awaken my sexual feelings and leave me unsatisfied.”

I just said everything will be okay soon.

After a month, I got a call from the bar owner, and he said, “Your friend is fully tight. Come and take him.” I went, he was so tight that day, he couldn’t even stand, even after giving support.

With the help of the waiters, I took him up to my bike. Then I reached his house. To my bad luck, his house is on the 3rd floor, no lift. I somehow tried taking him up to the first flight of the stairs. I couldn’t manage him. His wife saw me struggling and came running.

We both took his hand and held on to our shoulders, and started taking him to his house. He was heavy and leaning to one side. We both were finding it difficult to take him.

During this process, I had touched her boobs and navel many times unintentionally to keep my friend from falling. Maybe her sexual feelings were aroused. Somehow, with such difficulty, we reached his house and made him sleep on his bed.

I was about to leave, but his wife locked the door and said I need to talk to you in a serious tone. I had no options, so I said okay.

She said, “Sit and watch what your friend does to me every night.” I was shocked to listen to it. I was thinking, what does he do so seriously that he beats his wife every day?

Then what I saw was shocking. I didn’t want to see it, but his wife had locked the door and kept the keys with her. I had no options.

The thing is, every day he comes full tight and would have sex with his wife. But since he was drunk, he couldn’t complete the process. He would trigger her feelings and sleep.

That day, even after being so unstable, he called his wife. He undressed in front of me and started to have sex, but before inserting, he fell asleep.

His wife, fully nude, came and stood in front of me and said, “See, every day this is what he does. He makes me fully horny, and he will sleep. How many days can I control myself, you tell?”

Seeing her nude wife, my dick was fully erect. She was literally a bomb. I said, “You have such a bomb like figure, and still he drinks and is wasting the opportunity. I feel very sad for you.”

Hearing this, she said with a full bass voice, holding my collar, “Your friend is a chutiya. I want to get satisfied. Will you satisfy me today, or else I will kill you both?

I was shocked to hear this and said, “What are you telling? You’re like bhabhi to me. How can I cheat my friend? But by that time, she was fully excited and anxious.
“Come on, satisfy me, I don’t care who you are. My pussy needs a dick, and you have one. Come fuck me, chutiye.”

Then I took the opportunity and wanted to satisfy her. I removed my dress. The moment I removed my dress. She was impressed with my dick and started giving a blowjob.

Don’t know how many days she was waiting for it. She was the best in her business at that time. She was taking it deep throat and sucking like a pro. I could literally feel the pain in my dick; she was also biting my dick.

Then I picked her and started sucking her boobs. Her boobs are medium and juicy. She started to moan already. Then I went below and started playing with her pussy outer skin.

She started enjoying it, then I inserted my two fingers and started playing with pussy for 5 minutes. She was going out of control.

She said, “Lund ghussa, lawde.” (Put your dick in, you dickhead,)

Then I made her doggy style and started fucking. She moaned very loudly.
“Oh my god. Tear my pussy dear. My pussy was thirsty all these days.”

I asked her, “Do you like me to be brutal?”

“Yes, baby fuck me harder.”

I like to do it brutally, so I held her hair and started spanking her ass. She was screaming, “Prashant, come baby fuck me harder. Your friend is a chutiya.”

I said, “Yes fucking you is giving so much kick, then you need alcohol, baby.”

Then we switched the position and lifted her from both my hands and started fucking her in the air. She was enjoying it so much that she started biting my ears.

“Ahh, baby, you fucking so hard. Do it faster, baby, come on.”

Then I released my cum inside her pussy, and by that time she squirted. And we both enjoyed it.

She would call me when she was in the mood. I would make my friend full tight, and we both would enjoy multiple sessions.

Any unsatisfied women, contact me at [email protected].

Hello all, posting this story for Shruti. Hope you will enjoy her real experience. My name is Shruti, and I am 41 years old. Currently, I am living in Bangalore. My sexual experience was different, and my bestie, Sarita, is my crime partner.

We are from the same town and school friends. Later, we got admission in an engineering college, and we both put up in a hostel as the college is over 50 kms from our town. It’s the final year of engineering, and one rainy day, we both crossed our limits at night.

It was raining heavily, and we slept closely on the bed. But later, we hugged each other on the bed, but still, we didn’t get warmth under the bedsheet. Our fingers moved the sensitive parts, and we undressed ourselves. Then we find ourselves in a different world with kisses and hugs.

We both turned into lesbians during that rainy night, and our bond became so strong from that point. Post completion of engineering, we both started working in the same company and lived under the same roof. We both started to live for each other without any clothes on the bed.

We used to kiss all over the body and enjoyed the dirty things on the bed. We both hate men and enjoy lesbian sex from the bottom of our hearts. But after a few years, we realised that we had to get married because of our parents’ pressure and decided to part ways.

We blocked our number and deleted our social media to stay away. We both ran away from each other’s bodies intentionally to avoid lesbian sex and then married. I have two kids, but I’m not satisfied with my sex life. I wasn’t sure about Sarita, as I decided not to connect in my life.

Time flies quickly. After 15 years, I shifted to Bangalore with my family. It’s a fresh start in my life in this city, and I joined the new company. After a week, we landed a new rental house in Bangalore and settled the kids’ admission. In the office, our process seating plan was relocated to the 4th floor.

One day, I reached the office, and it was not in the work-from-home office schedule. I was forced to come to the office and sit on the new floor. I was working and deeply involved in the task. After some time, I put my head up, and Sarita was sitting in front of me.

Our eyes met, and we both fell in love again. Our cheeks became red, and we both were blushing. We met after 15 years, and that reignited our lesbian love again. We understand what we need, but our married life is stopping us from hugging each other. We both remained silent and acted as strangers.

Sarita is looking hot MILF with 36D boobs, 32 waist, and big ass cheeks, must be 38. For me, she looks like a red wine. She added a good amount of fat around the ass cheeks. I love her boobs from engineering days. Now her boobs have become larger and tempting to me.

Sarita looks like a shy lady, but very aggressive in bed. She dominates me on the bed every time by biting my nipples, with deep tongue sucking, and slapping my round ass cheeks. But now she was staring at my 36B boobs, 30 waist, and 36 ass cheeks.

But we both were paused and not taking further steps. After that, we both came to know that we are staying in the same society. We started to see each other’s faces more than once a day. Our kids became friends, and slowly we began to open up to each other.

We both were not enjoying sex with the husband, and we both finally became nasty with a lesbian. We did it after 15 years, and it was sweeter than honey and tasted better than wine. The slow lesbian sex charged up our lives. Our blood started to boil with lust, and pussy became wet all over the time.

We are both taking the time and doing it over again and again. Our hearts and souls became one in a short time. We both became very close and decided to do kinky things in bed. We both decide to become cuckold like, some stranger will fuck Sarita in front of my eyes.

I will watch her sex. Post that we both do the lesbian. Same with me, I will spread my legs to the stranger, and Sarita will eat my pussy after the sex. We both were confident in this fantasy and started to find a person who could agree to our terms and conditions.

We found a sex story portal and reached out to the few authors. Unfortunately, the author is not from Bangalore, and we dropped the plan. Later in the month, we tried and found an author from Bangalore. We both interacted with the author for a few weeks and finally gave the green signal to him.

We both were excited and eagerly needed to fulfil our fantasy. We both never had good sex with our husbands. We had sex for kids, but we were never happy in bed. We both wanted to feel what rough sex looks like. We both have a high expectation of the author, as his story was wild.

He is tall with a good, muscular build. We both were imagining that he would bang us hard and make us sweat. As planned, we met in the hotel near our place, but the author was very nervous. He is an old person at the age of 35, but he was nervous in the room.
Sarita and I both were kissing and removed our dresses in front of him. We both were in bra and panties. We both started to tease him. Sarita removed his shirt, and I removed his pants. We both like his body, but we didn’t see any bulge under the underwear.

I removed his underwear, and he was shy and ran away to the bathroom to cover his dick. Later, it was discovered that the author had posted the fake story. It was a disappointing end. He is not capable of having sex, but we trusted his words and accepted the fantasy with him.

We both pushed him out of the room and enjoyed our lesbian sex for the rest of the day. But we both wanted to fulfil the fantasy, and that made us reach the young and middle-aged authors. We found one young guy, aged 25, but the result was the same.

He doesn’t know how to have sex, but his story suggests that he was good at sex. At one stage, we both decided to stop our fantasy, but we gave our last attempt to check our luck. On the final attempt, we reached out to the author, who fucked his office colleague.

His story seems to be real, and he did not include too many sexual words. I reached out to him and explained my fantasy, and his response was, “I will fuck you both, but don’t expect me to fuck like an unreal human.

Also, he mentioned that he can satisfy any one of them because he is capable of doing 2 or 3 rounds max. I found him honest and real. Sarita also chatted with him, and she too liked him because of his clear communication. He promises to keep our privacy. He will give his best attempt to satisfy us.

Also, he mentioned that he is not tall and not bulky, but he keeps his body fit by doing physical activities. We both liked his straightforward communication and met him before we proceeded with the fantasy. He is a simple person, and he did not feel any excitement or nervousness to meet us like other authors.

We both were impressed and agreed with the fantasy with him. Also, we both decided that it was our last attempt to fulfil our fantasy. As planned, we met in the hotel and were ready for the action. Sarita looks like a shy person, and the author thought the same, and he hugged and kissed her forehead.

Later, he kissed her cheeks, chin, nose, and eyes. Sarita took a step back before his lips touched her lips. He was trying to reach her, but she took her steps back. Sarita feels shy, and that makes my pussy wet. I hugged her from the back, and we both started the lip kiss.

I feel her hot body while hugging her and realise that she became wet because of the author. I understand Sarita wants a lip kiss from the author, but she became too shy. I never seen her shy face like this before. While we were kissing, the author reached out to us.

He moved back to the Sarita, and slowly he removed her top. Ah! Sarita’s cheeks became red as soon as he removed her top. Her lust sight makes goosebumps. That makes me horny, and my pussy became wet. He further removed her bra hooks and removed her bra.

Sarita closed her eyes and allowed him to remove her bra. Oh! Her big melons were free, and her legs were shaking, and she was biting her lips. The author put his hand on her left breast, and his other hand was around her waist. Sarita’s expression was very horny and I never seen her like this before.

The author started to rub her nipple. She was moaning slowly, and I saw a shyness in her face, which made me wet. Sarita pulled me towards her right boob, and I did not waste any time keeping it in my mouth. Uff! Her nipples were long and hard.

I bit her nipple slowly, and her hand moved on my head and started to rub my hair. I was very horny, and our fantasy experiment showed a good result. We both were enjoying, and the author removed Sarita’s belly button. Sarita was nervous, and the author started to kiss her lips slowly.

Their lip kiss is becoming wild for both of them. I was busy sucking her right breast, and at the same time, the author was kissing her and pressing her left nipple with his hand. This had happened for some time, and then the author broke the kiss and put her on the bed.

Sarita was breathing heavily on the bed, and the author removed her jeans and panties. Oh! Fuck! Sarita is nude in front of the author and me. She was shy, and her face became red. She put her hands around her boobs and breathed heavily. Now the author reached out to me and removed my top in a flash.

I was not prepared for it, and it was a surprise for me. He further removed my bra and made me semi-nude. Don’t know what happened to the author during that time. He pinched both my nipples hard and had a lip kiss with me. The lip kiss was wild.

We had a lip kiss for more than 3 minutes that I never had in my life. After a lip kiss, Sarita pushed me on the bed and removed my Jeans and Panty in one go. It was unexpected from Sarita. On the other end, my nipples were sore, which made my pussy wet.
I was nude along with Sarita. The author’s eyes lit up, and he was having the free show of two mature women on the bed without any clothes. Now, he picked Sarita from the bed and hugged her tightly. Her 36D boobs were crushing to his chest, and he was kissing all over her face.

After some time, Sarita stopped him, and she looked at me with her lustful smile. Her eyes were staring at my boobs and cunt. The author understands what Sarita wants and picked me from the bed. Then he asked us to remove his dress.

Sarita had a weird smile and looked at me. She bit my nipple hard and then whispered in my ear to remove his dress. I followed her command and removed his shirt. The author pulled me towards his chest and hugged me tightly. Uff! It was hard, and I never had a tight hug from any man like that.

He bites my earlobes and makes me horny. Then he asked me to kiss his nipple, and I followed his command. I started to lick and bite his nipple. Sarita joined me and started to lick his nipple. Then later, we dropped his pants along with his underwear, and all three in the room were nude.

His dick was erect and facing the roof. I don’t know what happened to me, but I was tempted to suck and kiss his dick for a long time. I never had these types of thoughts in my mind because I mostly considered myself a pure lesbian. The author was a lucky bastard as the two old women were showing him heaven.

Later, he pushed us on the bed and pushed his index finger into the pussy. It was unexpected for both of us, and we started to moan. Soon, he pushed his middle finger along with the Index finger, and that made us scream louder and louder.

Sarita was screaming like, “You bloody mother fucker, fuck, push it deeper, you ass hole.” She came out of her shy personality to a dominant personality. But the author keeps moving his two fingers inside the pussy. His middle finger was going deep inside my pussy and making me scream louder.

After a few minutes, he reached out to Sarita’s boobs and started to bite. She suck her boobs while pushing his fingers in our pussy. Sarita is now wild and was screaming all the dirty words in Hindi and Telugu. The author increased the pushing speed.

But she managed to take out the author’s fingers from the pussy and reach out to me. She removed the author’s finger from my pussy and started to hug me, and then she sucked and pressed my boobs. Then she moved my legs wider and reached out to my pussy and started to eat my pussy lips.

“Oh! Ah! Sari, fuck me, baby, was my moan.” While she was busy sucking my pussy, my eyes were on the author’s erect dick. The author reached out to me and kept his hand on his dick. Fuck! His dick is warm, and I was rubbing his dick from the bottom of my heart.

I was feeling something was happening between my legs. Sarita understood my inner feelings and stopped the pussy sucking. Immediately, Sarita asked me to move in doggy style. I followed her instructions blindly. She spanked my ass cheeks and pushed her head between my ass cheeks.

She started to lick and suck my butt hole and pussy hole. Ahh! Sarita was licking my holes perfectly. All of a sudden, the author pushed his dick inside my mouth. I was happy, and I was not sure how Sarita knew my inner feeling during that time.

I was thinking to suck his dick, and my dream was fulfilled. I gave blow to a stranger in 41 years. I never gave it to my husband, but the author is a lucky bastard. He was pushing his dick deep inside my throat. I was taking his dick, and the author was pulling my hair. It was perfect for me.

I was in doggy position, my dominant lesbo partner is sucking my holes, and a stranger’s dick is in my mouth. It’s a perfect wild thing in my life, and the author was cum in my throat. Yak! It was the first time I tasted the cum, and at the same time, I leaked on Sarita’s face.

Sarita was happy, and finally we moved out of the bed. My face was wet with his cum, and Sarita’s face was wet because of me. The author put the condom on his dick and had a wild smile on his face. Sarita and I were seeing our faces and smiling with shyness.

The author was watching us. All of a sudden, Sarita bitch, pushed me on the bed and asked the author to fuck me hard. Actually, I don’t like sex, even with my hubby. I hardly do sex, but I don’t like it from my heart. But today, I was feeling something special and took his dick inside my mouth.

I felt very shy when he saw me nude, along with Sarita. Strangely, my heart wants to have sex with him. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider for him. He reached out to me and put my legs on either side of his shoulder. I was breathing heavily and closed my eyes.

He pushed his dick in my pussy, and I moaned and started to enjoy his thrust. He was thrusting it slowly, and soon he increased the speed. My boobs were moving up and down. I saw the thap sound when his gut was hitting my pussy hard. I was moaning hard, and my boobs were swinging up and down.

I never showed any interest in sex. But the author is making me moan and taking my sweat out. I was feeling shy to open my eyes, but importantly, I was enjoying it from my heart. It’s been over 5 minutes of thrust now, and my slutty Sarita put her hand on my boobs.

I smiled with closed eyes when I felt her touch. She bit my nipple while the author is fucking me. Then later, Sarita sits on my mouth and put my hands around my waist. Oh! That was a crazy thing from her. The author was thrusting me, and I was sucking her pussy.

I opened my eyes and licked Sarita’s pussy while the author was busy fucking. I was mad during that time and sucked her pussy like a mad girl. I almost buried my head inside her pussy and made Sarita moan like a wild animal. Sarita was enjoying herself and was pulling my hair.

I was biting and sucking her pussy and butt hole without any mercy. The author was fucking me and was having a lesbian show. Sarita was making me drink her cum and making me go wild on her. I was licking her pussy, and the author stopped fucking me.

Looks like the author was tired after fucking me for 10 minutes without a break. Sarita was sitting on my lips, and she wanted me to lick her pussy. After some time, Sarita started to move her hip up and down. I sucked her butt hole and pussy hole.

After some time, she moved out of the bed and took the rest. The author is sitting in the chair, and he is also taking the test. I saw myself in the mirror, and I was looking dirty with a wet face, my boobs were red, my pussy was wet, and my hair was messy.

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My earliest memories go back to when I was 4 or maybe 5 years old. Nimki di was a few months older than me. We were very close family friends, and family visits and sleepovers were an annual ritual.

On such occasions, Nimki di and I would invariably sleep in the same bed, and that’s when it all began. When it was clear that our parents had slept, Nimki di’s hand would slowly make its way under my cover and inside my shorts. Her soft touch on my kiddy cock was such a sweet feeling, for which I had no words.

Nimki di would grab my hand and shove it inside her panties. I was a drufus and didn’t know what to do except care for her between the legs. Then she would take one finger and rub it between the crack of her pussy lips.

I was getting the picture that this is what was expected of me. Truth be told, even caressing her pussy also gave me immense pleasure. Somewhere at the back of my mind, we both knew this was forbidden. That’s what made it even more awesome.

Then we grew up, and our families drifted apart. Nimki di’s dad moved to another city, but we were always in touch. Then came the summer of 1985. I was back home on a month-long summer vacation. It so happened that aunty called.

When she knew that I was home, she told my mom to send me to their place for a week. Soon, I was on my way to their place. I’ll be honest, when I was on the bus, my thoughts always went back to those childhood days.

Though those memories were vivid in my mind, I was sure that Nimki di would have grown out of those kiddy shenanigans. Boy! Was I wrong? I came to know soon enough. When I reached their house, aunty greeted me very warmly. Uncle was in the office, obviously.

Nimki di was out gallivanting with her friends from the neighbourhood. She trooped in around lunchtime and screeched when she saw me. Hugged me tight with her arms, grabbing my bum and pulling me into her. I could feel her generous boobs getting crushed against my chest.

But Nimki di was lost in the moment. Nothing much happened that day except a lot of chitchat. Nimki di updated me on all her friends from the neighbourhood – who’s dating whom, who’s still a virgin, who is desperate for sex, so on and so forth.

I was getting the feeling that she was still the same, yet I was afraid to make the first move. First day went off pretty uneventfully as I was tired from the long bus journey. Fun began the next day.

Nimki di asked me – Have you seen Satyam Shivam Sundaram?

Me – Nope, I’ve heard it’s a pretty adult movie with lots of hot scenes.

Nimki whispers in my ear – Let’s get the DVD from the library and watch it on my laptop.

The plan was smoothly executed, and we smuggled the DVD in and started watching. We were sitting on her bed with the laptop on the bedside stand. We were sticking to each other from toes to hips. The air was steaming up in the room.

Fortunately, Aunty was out visiting her friend in the neighbourhood. It was the 2 of us and the maid in the kitchen. We couldn’t shut the bedroom door, or the maid would have become suspicious. Soon, the scenes started heating up with Zeenat Aman, which is what Zeenat does best.

Slowly, Nimki placed her palm on my right thigh, but I stiffened up and kept quiet. As the movie progressed, she started stroking my thigh. My breath got stuck in my throat; I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to do a lot of things, but was afraid to spoil the magic of the moment.

Nimki was wearing a kurti and leggings, and her thigh was barely inches from my right hand. Soon, Nimki made the next move; keeping her eyes glued to the screen, she lightly picked up my right hand and placed it on her left thigh. Her thigh felt like a marble pillar.

This time I went ahead, stroking her thigh, and soon moved to her inner thigh. Inner thigh was even softer, and my hand, as if it had a life of its own, roamed all over her thigh, inching slowly upwards towards her crotch. Nimki’s breathing became heavy, and I had stopped breathing.

Then she did something crazy – called the maid for 2 cups of coffee. I was surprised by this move. We removed our hands and sat decently watching the movie, and soon the maid came with the coffee and saw 2 very decent kids watching the movie.

Nimki – This was necessary for allaying the suspicion of the maid since Mom is not at home.

I must admire her smartness. And we went back to our caressing. But this time we knew that there was no fear of the maid, so we were even more comfortable. Nimki hugged me from my waist with her left hand and put her right hand on my right thigh.

In doing so, she almost half turned towards me. I took the clue and did the same. I hugged her waist with my right hand and put my left hand on her left thigh.

God knows what happened to the coffee. I was getting hard slowly, and Nimki’s right hand was delicately touching it. Meanwhile, my left hand had also moved up and touched her crotch. It looked like her crotch was on fire.

She further spread her legs, giving me easier access to her pussy. Now she was openly caressing my cock from over the boxer shorts. If I had not worn my chuds, my cock would have peeped out.

Nimki knew my condition. She rolled down her leggings and shoved her hand in my shorts. She started squeezing my bare cock inside the shorts while my hand went inside her panties. Her trimmed pussy was sopping wet.

She whispered in my ear – Do you remember what we used to do as kids.

I needed no further invitation – I shoved my middle finger in her wet pussy.

As luck would have it, Aunty entered the house, and before she could reach Nimki’s room, we were all back to normal.

There’s a lot more that happened in those days. If I get some positive response from you guys, I’ll come back to you with what happened the next day.

Greetings to all the horny and passionate readers of this site. I’m a guy in my twenties with a horny dick and passionate smut writer and reader working in the IT industry.

This is the third part of the story. You can read the earlier parts to know more.

Lavanya and I actually kept things going almost a year after that whole wedding encounter. It wasn’t anything super consistent, mostly just random check-ins on WhatsApp or Snap. We sometimes did the whole phone call to know how things are going.

It had been forever, but I finally touched down in Bangalore. The timing was a total fluke. My manager actually cleared some leave right as my boy’s birthday bash was kicking off. I really just needed a break, and this was finally it.

Lavanya went totally crazy when I told her I was coming. I actually had to pull the phone back because she was screaming so loud—she was just way too excited that I was back in town.

I told Lavanya the news over the phone. The way she reacted as if someone was using a vibrator on her pussy. Honestly, she was on Cloud 9. She was absolutely thrilled the second she heard I was coming.

The day finally came, and when I landed in Bangalore, it was dark. When the signals got backed up, I received a text, “I’m here, let’s get on the road.” I carried my bags to the car she was driving and got them situated. As I got near the passenger seat, I looked over and saw her.

She was wearing a long white skirt and a tight black t-shirt. Her boobs popped like an airbag, and her lips were painted with purple wet gloss. I felt my cock twitch as I put my belt on. She had perfume on that wasn’t overpowering but intoxicating in the way that drew out my lust.

We started down the road, and she put her hand out. I went to hold it, and she grabbed my hand, putting it on the inside of her thigh. She turned and smiled at me, saying, “Let’s start this out right. I’ve been wet since I showered, and I need you to help me while I drive.”

I moved a bit in my seat and slid my hand up her leg. Net underwear. She was so wet already. I just started moving my fingers, doing what I could since there wasn’t really any space there. It was tight, but I kept going anyway. Quickly, my fingers were warm. Wet with the liquid between her thighs.

She let out this sharp, gasping moan the second my middle finger entered her. I moved slowly, deliberately teasing her, edging her over the next 45 minutes. Enjoying her sighs and watching her struggle to pay attention to driving.

Suddenly, her hands gripped the wheel tight, and I felt her clench my index and middle fingers as she screamed, “Fuck, fuck yes.” My hand was instantly wet, and I saw the look on her face from the release.

I pulled my hand back and tasted her, asking, “How much further? I need more, and there isn’t room in this car to do the things I have planned for you.” She smiled and bit her lip, responding, “We have a lot of time, don’t get too impatient in a teasing voice.”

Lavanya had the room booked already. She’s still at home with her parents, so this was basically the only spot where we could actually be alone. It felt amazing just walking in. The lights were low, and you could really smell the candles.

It was just so quiet in there. Honestly, just being alone with her like that after that wedding was jolly. I walked in and said, “Babe, I need a cigarette so bad.” Didn’t even care where my bag landed. I just shoved it toward the closet and headed straight for the balcony.

But then I caught sight of the TV stand and stopped. “Hold on, is that a bottle of wine?” I nodded at the table. “Tell me you bought that for us!”

She just gave me this look. You know, the one that says everything without her even opening her mouth. Then she leans in and just kind of whispers, “Look, I already told you. We aren’t going anywhere tonight.” Half inside and half outside, I’m out on the balcony simply staring.

On her phone with her parents, Lavanya weaves this narrative about a late client meeting, letting them know she would be staying over at a buddy’s home this evening. She sounds so calm, you wouldn’t notice, but it’s a total falsehood.

Standing in front of the mirror with her long black hair cascading over her shoulders in erratic waves, she murmured gently. Her warm skin’s every curve and inch was perfectly highlighted by the light. Like a youngster caught sneaking on something prohibited, I just watched immobile.

My thoughts went blank, empty. All that mattered was just her being there. I didn’t even wait. From the balcony, I straight walked and came up right behind her. Said not a syllable. I just let my left hand rest on her shoulder, then leaned in close, right behind her ear.

For a brief moment, I stood there, softly breathing against her skin and letting the quiet talk. A soft moan of “Ahhh” escaped from her lips. I watched in the mirror as she pressed her rosy lips and tried to control herself with her closed eyes. I was enthralled with watching her.

Still talking, I moved up behind her and merely parted her hair to begin kissing her neck. While my hand began sliding downward to the curves of her lower back, my tongue was following her skin. Her body tensed under the touch, and a unique tension was building within her that was difficult to control.

Seeing her handling this struggle so calmly. I got a little more excited, so I bit her traps lightly. At the same time, I pressed her thighs over her skirt, which she was not expecting at all, and a sharp sound came out of her mouth, “This is not the right time.”

She was again controlling her composure so that the person with whom she was talking on the phone did not hear any sound. At last, she turned off the phone. Then, zero. She just stood there, staring at me through the glass with this look—like she was attempting to read my thoughts.

Her eyes became exceedingly narrow and sharp. It was something far more intense than merely “desire.”

“You know,” she stated, her voice almost like a gasp against the glass. “You really should be cautious about what I’m telling individuals. Particularly my parents.”

I didn’t even allow her to speak. I just grabbed her waist and spun her to face me. “Look, I don’t care about the phone right now,” I said, my voice relatively quiet. ‘I’m actually just here for you; I didn’t travel all this way for anything else.

I pushed her gently against the cold mirror. She stayed right there, breath hitching, not running or resisting. I moved closer, lips brushing her earlobe, catching it between my teeth just enough to send a tremor through her. Her eyes slipped closed.

She tipped her head back, pressing into the glass, and let out a long, unsteady breath, totally swept away. My tongue followed the warm line of her skin as I stopped, moving from her earlobes down to her collarbone. Lowering my right hand, I drifted over the gentle curve of her tummy and below her skirt.

The heat was instantaneous. Feeling the fabric against her, I moved my palm back and forth over her pussy, pressing it flat. She let out a low, quivering moan as I started to massage her hips against my hand. I just kept a steady, rhythmic pressure till she gasped.

I did not expedite it. Then I reached more, my middle finger locating her clit. Watching her face as she completely lost herself in the sensation, I moved it over her gently, circling and then gliding vertically between the lips.

Just as she was starting to lose herself, I pulled back somewhat. My voice subdued and steady, I leaned in and whispered straight into her ear. “Wait. We have all night. Why rush?”

My hand still on her hip, I moved just far enough to look her in the eyes. First, let’s get some of that wine, I joked, glancing at her with a modest, knowing smile. I prefer to move slowly with you. The room now felt quieter, illuminated only by the faint glow of the candles as we moved over to the couch.

As Lavanya stretched for the wine, she began humming a low, constant melody. She poured a glass for me, then one for herself, with something natural about her motions.

She gave me the glass; our hands brushed for a second longer than was needed. We sipped slowly after tapping them against one another, a gentle ringing in the quiet chamber. I was too absorbed observing her to even glance at my wine.

In this light, she appeared completely different. The strain from the phone conversation vanished; rather, her face had an amazing calm appearance. Watching her like that—relaxed, at ease, and stunning—the moment seemed even more powerful than before.

As she began to open up, we settled back, and the wine warmed us. She said how insane work had been recently. The never-ending deadlines, the back-to-back client meetings, and the sensation that she had not a single moment to herself.

Avoid sitting at a distance. Come here, I said, reaching out to grasp her waist and softly dragging her into my lap. She only needed to disappear for a time following her arduous day. She immediately curled up, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck, her weary, fractured sigh seeming to carry all her tension.

“I know,” I said softly, one hand behind her neck, while my other hand slowly went up and down her legs. Those people at your job are assholes. I felt the tension in her muscles, that clenched, restless rage. I had to distract her thoughts from it.

I began kissing her nape and forehead, my hand brushing her hair. You know you’re doing great, correct? Finally resting my hand gently over her pussy, I followed the curve of her back and hips. I admire you for your efforts. Those guys are losers; your time is not theirs.

I kept my hand there, feeling her heat through the fabric. Do you want me to assist you in finding something else? After a few seconds, I whispered into her ear. Just a small pressure indicated exactly; she nodded up at me.

Her eyes were still a bit red from her earlier talk, which made me want to hug her even more closely. Only rest your head on me. Let me look after you. As I went for the zip of her skirt, I kept kissing her neck. I stopped to admire her legs once it was unlocked.

She complied, then I murmured, That’s my good girl; she spread her legs a little for me. Her inner thigh’s soft skin and the rim of her panties were being traced with my fingers. I raised her head to give her a long, deep kiss.  Simultaneously, I slipped my hand under her panties.

Slow, consistent circles from my thumb found her clit. I led her lips back toward mine as she tried to pull back to regain her breath. No, come back. I’m not finished kissing you. I leaned more against her clit; her breathing grew heavier through her nose as we kissed.

I stopped briefly as she began moving to discover a better angle.

“Turn around. Straddle my lap,” I told her, kissing her neck.

Like this? she inquired, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs swung around so she was seated across my hips.

Yes… Exactly like that. You are simpler to touch this way. As I gently slid two fingers inside her, I kept one hand on her clitoris. She moaned long.

You are already quite wet. You are doing excellent work, I murmured. Relax and close your eyes. She lay her head on my neck, her groans stifled against my skin. She closed her legs around my waist tightly. It only drove her wet, eager pussy harder against my palm.

“Feels good, right?”

“Mmh… y-yes,” she whimpered.

I kept the pace steady, watching her body react. “Does my girl feel all warm and cosy now?”

“Fuck… yes…”

I bit her neck gently, my lips moving up to her ear. “You can hug me as hard as you want. Just tell me when you’re getting close.”

That seemed to trigger something. Her movements got more frantic. “I’m getting… I’m getting close!”

“Good girl. Let me know before you reach the edge.” I didn’t change my rhythm at all.

“Oh my god… I think I’m cumming!” Her body went rigid, but I suddenly stopped my hand.

“Wait. Not yet,” I teased, whispering it right into her ear.

“W-what?” She looked at me, completely betrayed and wide-eyed. I started again immediately, and the look on her face melted back into pure pleasure.

“I just love seeing you like this,” I said, kissing her again. “I don’t want it to be over yet.”

“It feels so good… please, just let me!” she pleaded.

“Soon, greedy girl. Just a little more.” I built her back up, my fingers moving faster until she was shaking again.

“Fuck… I’m cumming!” Again, I stopped, giving her a playful spank on her butt.

“No. Not yet. I’m having too much fun.”

She started to whine, kicking her legs slightly in frustration. “Please… you’re so mean!”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You’re so cute when you’re frustrated.”

I started again, and this time I didn’t hold back. Within seconds, her whole body was vibrating.

“Okay… you’ve been such a good girl. Cum for me now. Do it.”

Her moans broke loud and sharp. “Fuck… fuck… FUCK!”

The edging had made her so sensitive that the orgasm hit her twice as hard. She shook in my arms, her voice rising as she finally let go. “OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!”

She was like a ragdoll when she at last sagged against me. All of her job-related fury and tension had vanished. I held her there for a few more minutes, monitoring her heart rate, which was gradually lowering.

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I’m Arjun, a yoga teacher in Hyderabad. I am an enthusiastic learner of ancient Indian tantra, mixed with Osho’s bold teachings. For me, sexual energy is not just quick release; it is a divine force.

When we slow it, breathe into it, and guide it upward into the body, sambhog becomes pure ecstasy, and that ecstasy opens the door to samadhi. Pleasure is not the end; it is the path to silence and light.

Priya is a student and a friend of mine who learns yoga from me. She’s not married, in her early thirties, tall with long black hair and gentle. She really likes doing yoga. But she is curious about her body’s hidden power.

We discussed yoga mostly, but somewhere this sambhog to samadhi concept got into our conversations. She felt enthusiastic, and it started from then. We set a private session for one Saturday evening at my quiet flat. I welcomed her inside and closed the door. And turned the lights down low.

I already kept a small dia burning on the side table and warmed some sesame oil in a bowl. Soft flute music is playing in the background. The whole room felt warm, private, and safe. We both sat down on the mattress, which was laid on the bedroom floor, legs crossed, facing each other closely.

I looked into her eyes. “Tonight is for you, Priya. We follow the ancient Indian tantra path and Osho’s truth. Your sexual energy is divine shakti. We won’t rush or waste it in a fast climax. We breathe it, hold it, guide it upward through the spine. Pleasure will grow bigger, deeper, endless. And at the peak, it becomes samadhi, pure silence and light.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. I smiled gently. “We go slow. Nothing forced. Just feel and trust.”

I asked her to close her eyes first. Try to breathe deeply from the belly. Inhale with the nose, exhale through the mouth. Ten minutes like that. Her chest rose and fell, breasts pressing against her kurta. When she opened her eyes, heat was already building, lips parted, breath quicker.

“Undress slowly,” I whispered. She stood up, fingers undoing her dupatta, then the kurta buttons one by one. The fabric slipped off, revealing her bra, black lace, holding her full breasts. She unhooked it, letting them free—nipples dark and already perked up in the warm air.

Pants next, sliding down long legs, panties last—wet spot visible in the centre. She sat back naked, body glowing in the daylight, pussy lips slightly swollen.

Now I undressed slowly too—kurta off, showing my chest, Pants down, cock half-hard already.

I poured warm sesame oil into her palms. “Massage yourself first—slow, sensual.” She started on her neck, hands gliding down to her breasts, cupping them full, pinching nipples lightly till she moaned softly. Oil made them shine slick.

Down to belly, thighs—fingers brushing close to pussy but not touching, teasing herself. Her breath hitched, legs parting a little. I joined with oiled hands. Palms on her shoulders first, slow circles down her back. She leaned into me, hair touching my chest.

I massaged her ass cheeks, firm, thumbs dipped into the crack, gently spreading her open a bit. She shivered, pussy glistening more.

Priya lay back on the mattress, legs open wide. I kneeled between them and kissed her neck slowly. Moved to breasts, tongue circling one nipple, sucking hard while pinching the other. Priya arched high, moaning louder, hands pulling my head closer. “Arjun… yes…”

Mouth trailed lower—tongue dipping in belly button, then hips, biting softly. Finally reached her pussy. Scent intoxicating, wet lips parted. I blew hot breath first, making her squirm. Then, the flat tongue licked up the slit slowly, tasting her sweetness.

Circles on clit, gentle, sucking it lightly. Priya gasped sharply, hips bucking up. “Oh god… deeper…”

I slid one finger inside slow, hot, tight walls, gripping. Curled to find her spot, rubbing while her tongue flicked clit faster. “Breathe deep into the pleasure,” I whispered against her skin. She inhaled long, body trembling.

Pleasure spread—wave after wave rolling from pussy to whole body. No quick cum—just endless warmth building.

Priya’s first big wave hit—pussy clenched around my finger, juices flowing wet. She cried out softly, tears of joy, body shaking like a leaf. “It’s spreading… everywhere… no end.”

Priya sat up hungry and pushed me back. Her turn. She took my cock in her oiled hand—stroked slowly from base to head, thumb rubbing the tip. Then mouth—lips wrapped around head, tongue swirling, sucking gently. I groaned deep, hips lifting slightly. “Priya… so good…”

She took me deeper, throat relaxing, bobbing slow. Hand cupped my balls, massaging lightly. Pleasure built fast, but I held—breathed loud, squeezed base to keep seed inside. “Don’t stop… but slow.”

Long minutes of her sucking, licking—tongue tracing veins, lips tight. I pulled her up before the edge. Now I moved over to her missionary. I rubbed my cock head up and down her wet slit, coating myself in her juices.

Teased clit with tip till she begged, “Please… fuck me…” I pushed in slowly, one inch at a time, feeling her pussy stretch around me. Hot, tight, wet heaven. Fully deep, we both moaned loudly.

Stayed still first, cock throbbing inside her. Eyes locked, breaths mixing. Then tiny rocks—sliding half out, back in deep. No fast pounding. Her pussy gripped like a velvet glove, juices dripping down my balls.

“Feel the fire low in the belly,” I guided. “Exhale, squeeze mula bandha—pelvic floor, gently pull heat upward spine.” We did it together. Priya felt warmth rise first. “It’s climbing… to my heart… opening everything.” I felt a cool tingle race up my back. “Yes… energy moving.”

The slow rhythm went on endlessly. Sweat slick between bodies. Priya’s breasts bounced softly with each gentle push. My balls slapped wet against her ass. Pleasure built huge, steady, no end in sight.

Priya came again—deeper than before. Pussy clenched long waves around my cock, milking me. Juices flooded hot. She cried out, nails raking my back, tears streaming. “Waves… rolling forever… ecstasy!”

I stayed buried, breathing hard, bandha firm—not spilling yet. Held her through it, kissing tears.

When waves slowed, Priya’s eyes burned with new desire. “Now your turn—the prostate secret.”

In ancient tantra, the prostate is man’s inner chakra—the direct upward door for shakti. I lay on my back, knees bent wide open. Priya stood, strapped on the black silicone dildo I kept ready, curved for the spot, six inches thick. Harness tight around hips, dildo jutting proud. She looked powerful, shakti incarnate.

Oiled it heavily, then me. Tip pressed my ass—slow push. I breathed deep, relaxed, and ring. Inch by inch filled me, pressure building. “Ahh… yes…” Hit prostate perfectly—cool zap shot up spine immediately.

She rocked tiny, barely moving. Clear fluid poured from my cock tip—thick stream, then spurts with each nudge. Mattress soaked. “Let it clean,” I groaned. Pleasure hit like thunder inside. “Deeper… god, Priya…”

She kept steady, slow thrusts, hand stroking my cock lightly. More fluid gushed, but I breathed loudly, bandha squeeze strong. Flow slowed. Suddenly, a massive wave—body convulsed, cock jumped hard and dry. “Fuck… whole body on fire!”

Ecstasy exploded—legs quaked, arms buzzed electric, head spun white. Wave after wave without cum, pure bliss every cell. Tears streamed down my face. Priya kept thrusting soft eyes locked on my pleasure. We trembled together long, energy looping between us.

Then she pulled out a slow, unstrapped dildo. Climbed on top, cowgirl. Rubbed dripping pussy along my shaft first, coating me more. Lowered slow—hot wet slide taking me fully deep. Juices ran down balls, mixing everything.

She rode gently in small circles, grinding clit hard on the base. Breasts swayed heavily, nipples begging. I cupped them, pinched light, thumbs rubbing. Prostate still alive from strap-on, every downward push felt double—cock pleasure plus inner buzz.

Priya leaned forward—breasts pressed my chest, nipples dragging skin hot. We kissed deeply, tongues hungry and wet, breaths mixing desperately.

“Breathe together strong,” I guided between kisses. “Pull energy up every exhale—bandhas firm.” Cool-warm fire climbed fast—spine burning sweet base to crown.

Priya’s moans turned primal and loud. Pussy tightened the vice. She came huge—whole body shaking on me, walls pulsing long, strong, juices flooding warm. Cried my name wild, nails deep, shoulders, tears of joy.

Seconds later—dry explosions rolling strongest. Energy shot straight up the spine to the head. “Light… pure white divine light!” Cock throbbed wild inside without spilling seed, bliss exploding every cell—toes curled, fingers buzzed, scalp opened flower.

We shook together endless minutes—moans blending into one roar, tears mixing cheeks, soft laughs pure joy bubbling.

Then samadhi descended, gentle minds completely quiet. Thoughts vanished. Only vast white peace, boundless love, divine silence. Bodies still joined deep, hearts beating the same slow rhythm, breath one flow.

Time stopped. We floated sacred space long—pure being, no separation, shakti shiva united. When silence lifted slowly, Priya collapsed softly on chest, breathing heavy in wonder. I held her tight, arms strong, bodies glowing with golden sweat.

Long quiet. Then Priya whispered against skin, “That was god… real god.” My voice thick with emotion, “Sambhog turned into samadhi… exactly the truth.”

We rested, joined long time, dia burning low, flute music soft. When separated gently, her body loosened and shining, she sat up slowly. Eyes sparkled wet. Looked reborn.

She hugged me deeply, saying, ” Thank you. Dressed slowly, movements dream-like. Left my home walking light, floating.

One single session changed everything for her. Ancient tantra and Osho’s vision alive—raw erotic fire transformed highest ecstatic bliss, finally silent divine samadhi.

That’s true power conscious sex. Body burns bright, energy rises pure, soul touches infinite. You can drop your responses at my email address
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After the threesome with Rhea, Arjun and Sarika were living life to the fullest. They had relentless sex, fulfilling every dark desire without giving a fuck about anyone whatsoever.

Although Sarika always wanted to explore a threesome with two men, wanting power and control over them, she was not sure of how Arjun would react.

Everything changed one day as they sat on their couch, drinking wine. Arjun casually mentioned, “You know, I did a foolish thing today.”

Sarika raised an eyebrow, circling her drink in her glass. “Define stupid.”

“I was with Aryan – drinks after work. One too many whiskeys, and… I let it slip.” He locked eyes with her, a hint of awkwardness in them. “About us. How it began. You. Me. The first time.”

Sarika froze for a moment before a slow smile crept up her lips – not angry, not surprised, but curious. “You told your best friend you fucked your stepmom?”

“Former stepmom,” he corrected obligingly, though he winced. “Yeah. Pretty much. The whole story. I couldn’t help but indulge him. He kept asking me why I’m always so… satisfied.”

She smiled gently, putting her drink aside. “And what did Aryan have to say?”

He was quiet at first. Then he went on. “He said, ‘Bro, Sarika’s always been outrageously hot. I mean, moronically out of your league. You’re the luckiest piece of crap in the world.’ He then kept staring at his phone like he was imagining you.”

Sarika bit her lip as a dark desire stirred inside her. She moved over, straddling him, her robe opening just enough to reveal her cleavage. “He thinks I’m hot?”

“Thinks?” Arjun sneered, planting his hands on her hips. “He’s probably jerked off over the idea of you. The guy’s had a crush on you since college.”

She leaned in, whispering against his ear devilishly. “You know what I’ve never done?” she continued. “Been with two men at once.”

He hadn’t seen this coming, but he trusted and loved her enough to let her explore her desires, just as they had explored his.

“Sarika…” he tried to speak, but she cut him off.

“I’m serious,” she said, pulling back just enough to look him straight in the eye, her own intense and dark with desire. “I want it. I want you both. I want to feel both of you on me, two sets of mouths and hands. I want you to watch me take him, and then I want to take you… BOTH.” She winked.

His breath escaped him for a second. “You’re sure that’s what you want?” he asked.

She rolled her hips on him, feeling him grow hard. “I have never been more sure,” she went on. “I want to feel completely and utterly overwhelmed with pleasure and desire, wanted by two men who desire nothing in this world more than me.”

Arjun finally spoke, his hands caressing her ass. “He’s going to lose his shit when I tell him this.”

With her lips tracing a path down his jaw, she said, “Don’t tell him… just invite him over. I want him to come in and find me like this.” She opened her robe, revealing her naked body – her breasts full, her nipples erect. “Let him see what he’s always been dreaming of,” she chuckled. “And then let me take over you guys.”

She grabbed his phone from the table and gave it to him. “Text him. Tell him to come over ASAP. You have to talk about something important in person.”

He texted Aryan.

When Aryan arrived, Sarika went to answer the door, leaving her robe untied and leaving very little to the imagination. Aryan just stood there in awe for a few seconds, unable to believe what he was seeing – the open robe, the sultry vibe in the way she stood, the way she looked at him like a hungry tigress.

“Hi, Aryan. Come on in,” she said.

He couldn’t come up with anything to say. He just walked past her over to Arjun. “What’s happening?” he asked.

She slid her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Naked, she was a sight to behold. “I’ve never had two men at once,” she said, moving towards him. “But I won’t deny I’ve thought of it, especially after Arjun told me what you said.”

Aryan’s eyes roamed over her, trying to take in everything on display. She went to Aryan, her fingers moving up his chest seductively and beginning to unbutton his shirt. “I want you both to touch me. I want to feel wanted by two men who know how lucky they are to have me,” she said.

Arjun moved behind her, his hands moving up her waist as he kissed her neck. “She gets what she wants. ALWAYS,” he whispered into her skin, biting her and making her wince.

Sarika turned her head and shared a deep, possessive kiss with Arjun before turning back to Aryan for a slow, dirty kiss of her own.

Arjun explored and caressed every part of her body, his dick hard as a rod, rubbing against her ass while she kissed Aryan madly. Sarika, in the middle of it all, felt overwhelmed – just the way she wanted.

Aryan quickly undressed when she briefly let him breathe. Sarika stood between these two men who were absolutely mad for her. She had never experienced such a sense of empowerment or felt so desirable and wanted.

She then reached for Aryan first, pulling him into another kiss, this time deeper and with more passion. Her tongue toyed against his while her other hand slipped lower to feel the bulge in his jeans.

Aryan groaned into her lips, his hips thrusting forward in a primal hunger. Behind her, Arjun pushed forward, his bare chest warming her skin as his hands freely roamed over her body.

One hand moved up to grab her breast, her nipples pinched hard between his fingers, causing her to gasp. The other hand delved into her wet pussy folds. She was already wet with desire, and when he touched her clit, she couldn’t help but moan into Aryan’s kiss.

“Sarika, one hell of a woman you are, aren’t you? Look at you, so wet already. You really want this, don’t you?” Arjun whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” was all she could manage. She felt this newfound intensity as they tumbled their way into the bedroom. She didn’t just crave two men; she craved to be in control, to make Arjun yearn for her.

She pushed Aryan gently onto the bed and then turned to Arjun. “Sit,” she commanded, pointing a trembling finger at the armchair in the corner of the room, placed squarely in front of the bed. “You’re going to watch. No touching yourself. No touching us. Just watch me take what I want.”

He wasn’t sure what he was feeling – jealousy? hunger? He wasn’t sure. But he knew there was nothing he wanted more than Sarika in that moment.

He did as she asked, falling into the chair, his muscles tensed, his erection already aching. To see her do this, to assert control in such a way, to shut him out first, ignited a passion in his belly that surprised him.

Sarika got onto the bed, straddling Aryan slowly as she slipped a condom down his cock, which she usually did not do with Arjun. She deliberately made Arjun see her in all her raw beauty as she bent her head and passionately kissed Aryan.

Her hands roamed over his chest while her hips rocked over his dick, making him painfully hard. Aryan’s eyes were shut, and he was moaning with pleasure as Sarika controlled the tempo – slow and agonizing.

“Look at me, Arjun. See how soaked I am for this,” she said without turning around. She slid her fingers inside her wet pussy and then brought them to Aryan’s lips.

Aryan eagerly licked them clean, staring at her in wonder. Arjun shifted grumpily in his chair, his fists clenched on either side of the armrest.

Sarika finally lowered herself onto Aryan, taking him inside her completely, her head going back in a moan. She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling in deep circles while Aryan pushed up into her desperately. Her nipples were tight, her breasts heavy, moving gloriously as she rode him.

“Tell him how good it feels,” she said to Aryan, her eyes drifting towards Arjun.

“Fuckkk, Sarikaa!! You’re so tight… so perfect!!!” Aryan shouted at the top of his voice, his hands moving up to squeeze her breasts and rub her nipples between his fingers.

Arjun’s dick pulsed, oozing from the tip as he watched them. Watching her derive pleasure from another man was torture. Yet he remained where he was, simply because she had told him to.

Sarika quickened her pace, riding Aryan aggressively. She turned around to Arjun and said, “You enjoy watching me this way, don’t you? Knowing I can do whatever I want with whomever I want, but I always come back to you.”

Aryan’s hands grabbed her ass and pushed her toward a faster pace. She rode him like she meant it, knowing full well how jealous Arjun was getting watching her ride another man, which was all the more reason for her to push further.

After what felt like an eternity to Arjun, she screamed in pleasure as Aryan hit that magic spot inside her. Her release built up, her legs trembling, gasping for breath – and when it hit, she screamed, her muscles squeezing hard around Aryan.

He followed soon after, pushing deep inside her and coming with a loud groan.

Sarika rested for a moment, catching her breath, before she slid slowly off Aryan and turned to Arjun, her legs trembling beneath her. She walked towards him like a queen and sat in his lap without allowing him to penetrate her.

“Look at you,” she whispered, her hands cradling his face. “So jealous. So desperate… Tell me what you want.”

“You,” he growled. “Only you. Always you.”

She smiled, wicked and triumphant, and finally lowered herself onto him. But the moment he filled her completely, everything changed. A primal energy surged through him; he was finally let loose as the jealousy building inside him exploded into a ferocious need to claim her utterly.

His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin, while his eyes burned with an obsessive hunger. In an explosive motion, he rose from the chair, lifting her effortlessly while he was still deep inside her.

Her legs locked around his waist as he slammed her back against the wall. He pushed into her with savage and relentless thrusts – deep, punishing strokes that stretched her to her limits, each one harder and faster than the last, pounding into her.

His cock throbbed inside her, hitting every sensitive spot over and over, filling her so completely that she was in a trance. Sarika screamed as her body convulsed violently, her orgasm rippling through her without pause, her nails leaving bloody trails down his back.

He wasn’t done. He then pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, while his free hand twisted her nipples until they ached with delicious pain, then moved between them to circle her swollen clit, forcing her to squirt around him.

He flipped her onto the bed, mounting her from behind, yanking her hair back to expose her throat and burying himself as deep as he could. The angle was new and perfect – his hips slamming against her ass, each thrust making her breasts bounce wildly.

He rubbed her clit mercilessly from below, growling filthy praises in her ear about how she was his, only his.

Her pussy clenched around him as she came again and again, her body trembling until she could no longer hold herself up. She lost count of her climaxes, leaving her in a post-orgasmic bliss.

Then, after driving her insane with pleasure, he came with an animalistic roar as he buried himself deep inside her, flooding her with his endless spurts of semen.

Collapsed together and still joined, their bodies moved in sync, slick with sweat. Aryan had left the room.

Sarika turned her face to Arjun and mumbled, “That… that was beyond anything. No one could ever come close to making me feel this alive, this owned, this crazed with need.”

“Arjun,” she breathed, clinging to him desperately, “you’re my everything. Mine forever – and I am yours, completely, baby.”

*****

R, if you’re reading this… thank you!! 🙂

Hi all, this is the story of how my colleague and I had sex in her house due to the rain.

Let me introduce myself, I am Prashant, 5’8″ tall, and my colleague Sudarshani. The Sudarshani type is very rare to find in Bangalore because she is not so modern. A typical village girl with hair tied with oil always wears a churidar.

No one can find the figure because she would wear a loose dress and not be attractive either. After she joined our office, after 3 months, we started talking to each other.

She was a good person. I found she had a crush on me, the way she behaved with me and all. But since she was my type, I didn’t pursue it and remained friends.

After that, she got married and was staying at a 1BHK near our office within 3-5 kms. In the morning, her husband would drop by, and her husband’s office was far in Whitefield. In the evening, she would go by auto, cab, or something her husband would pick.

Here comes the main part of the story. I didn’t have any feelings towards her, just a good friend of hers. I thought she would be a religious and orthodox type.

One day, Sudarshani and I were working late, it was almost 8 pm, and all our colleagues had already left. She stayed because I had some work, so he will also get a company to finish her work.

We both finished our work and started packing our stuff, and suddenly, from nowhere, it started raining heavily. She got a bit tense about how to go home and called her husband and asked where he was. Her husband said that he was also stuck in the office.

It is raining there, and the roads are jammed. I will wait till the rain slows down, but it will take at least 2 hours if I leave now also. So, she started booking for an auto. She tried all the apps, but no one accepted because of the rain.

She tried the cab also, since it was a shorter distance, but in the rain, no one accepted the ride. I was waiting with her so that she could get a cab or an auto, then I would leave.

It was almost 8:30 pm, and it was raining heavily. Only we were both waiting below the office; no one was there. We were feeling cold as well. So I said, “If you don’t mind, I can drop you off at home. I don’t think the rain will stop soon.”

She thought for a while and said, ” Okay.” We got on my bike and crossed the road, and were completely drenched with rain. She hugged me from behind due to the heavy rain and was shivering from the cold, and I was also shivering. We reached her house, dropped her off, and said bye.

She called, “Come inside, it’s raining heavily. I will make a coffee.” I said, “No, I will go, don’t worry.” She held my hands and said, “I am alone, I get scared of thunder, please come inside.” With her request, I went inside, and till now, there are no bad intentions on her part.

Then we entered her house, she gave me a towel and said, “Remove all the wet clothes and dry yourself. She went inside her room to change. I removed all my wet clothes, including underwear, because they would cause itching. If I wear wet underwear, I am already shivering.

So, I removed all the dress and tied the towel below and waited for her. Her room door opened, and I was in shock to see her. She only tied a towel about her chest and came out. I was stunned watching her run to the kitchen and start making coffee.

So she got more priority for coffee than putting on full clothes. Since it was every cold we were shivering, she thought coffee would be the best way to get rid of the cold. I stayed there alone and was watching her. I had never accepted that she would be such a bomb type.

I had never seen her like this. I always saw her in a loose dress, so her shape was never revealed. I saw hips and those thighs, wow, those were so white and perfect in shape. My dick started to grow. Then I said, “Can I help you?” and went to the kitchen to take a look closely.

She said no help needed; she is fine. Then I could see her closely. My God, she was literally a bomb, those water drops travelling her cleavage. Seeing all this, my dick got fully erected. She noticed the bulge from the side and blushed a bit. Then she called her husband ask how much time it will take to come home.

He said, “I am leaving now. It takes 1:30 to 2 hours, depending on traffic.” By this time, the coffee was done, and she poured it into 2 cups. I was standing there, only watching her and getting excited. She was keeping the vessel in a sink when a huge thunder struck nearby; it was so loud and scary.

Sudarshani got scared and hugged me. I was stunned, and I also kept my hands on her. Since I already had a bulge with this hug, it got stiffer, and the towel also got loose. After a minute, she went back, realising herself. But my towel dropped, and she got a view of my dick.

She was stunned watching it and made a mistake. She said, “Wow,” and then covered her eyes quickly. I picked up the towel and tied it again, then she opened her eyes. Both of us were embarrassed and stood silently. I couldn’t control myself and hugged her again and started kissing.

She didn’t even resist but kissed me more passionately. I got the green signal, and I removed her towel, and she removed my towel. Both of us are completely nude.

Wow, her boobs were so nice and perfectly shaped. Immediately, I started sucking those. She started moaning. Then I made her suck my dick. Since she was married, she had more experience and sucked my cock like a pro. She liked it very much and also went deep many times.

Then I picked her up and went to her bedroom, and we started with the missionary position. The moment I inserted my dick in her pussy, she screamed. “Come on, Prasanth, I have always fantasised to fuck with you. Fuck me harder, baby.”

Hearing this, I got more aroused and started fucking her nonstop. She was shouting and screaming. “Oh my god, more deeply, baby. Ah, come fuck me hard, dear.” Then I liked doggy style the most. I turned, and she made her doggy.
I held her hair and started fucking from behind.

“Ah, Prasanth, slowly, I am getting hurt. Be gentle,” But I didn’t listen and started more forcefully to and fro. “Prasanth, come on, baby, tear my pussy fuck me hard.”

Then I gave my cock to her mouth and cum, and filled her mouth with cum. Then we went and drank coffee. I was leaving, but couldn’t resist and made out one round, and fucked her again.

She enjoyed it as well. She got a call from her husband saying, “I’m nearby, should I bring anything so she said yeah bring dinner. I was not interested in leaving, but had to leave before leaving again. I kissed her and sucked her boobs for 5 more minutes. Then I left.

From then on, whenever we got a chance, we would have sex.

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Hello everyone, this is my first story on ISS. I’ve been reading stories here for almost 6 years now. Had a few encounters myself, but never really felt like posting anything. Maybe hesitation or just laziness.

Anyway, I finally decided to share this one experience. If people like it, I might post more later.

Names are changed, obviously.

So, I’m Sam, 26. I’m about 5’11. Athletic build, but yeah, I’ve put on a little belly over time, which I’m trying to get rid of now by working out again. Not gonna lie, I’m decently gifted too, around 7 inches.

The girl in this story is Shweta (name changed). She was 30 at the time. Very slim, hot in a subtle way, someone who doesn’t get too noticed, a shy personality, one can say. Her stats were 32-25-34.

I used to work as a customer care representative a few years back. That’s where I met Shweta. We weren’t close friends, but we spoke often at work. I always felt she was interested in me, like small hints here and there. But I never made a move because I was already dating someone seriously at that time.

Eventually, I left that company and slowly lost contact with almost everyone from there, including her. About one and a half years later, I had just gone through a breakup. One of those messy ones. Anyway, one night I was scrolling through Snapchat randomly.

I saw Shweta’s story. First snap said “Back on Snap,” and the next one said “Deleting again.” I laughed and thought, what’s wrong with her. Without thinking much, I replied:

Me: Have you lost your mind?

She replied almost instantly.

Her: Hey! I actually wanted to ask you something.

Me: Yeah? What is it?

Her: Are you single?

Me: Yeah. Just broke up recently. Why?

Her: I liked you since we worked together. I tried giving hints, but you never noticed.

Me: I noticed. I was just in a relationship back then.

Her: So, what now?

Me: Are you sure you like me? I roast you all the time, and I’m not exactly some handsome guy.

Her: Do you want to date or not?

I was like, whoa, someone’s on defence today.

I called her. We spoke for a bit, and there was no awkwardness at all. I was with my friends at that moment, but my mind was already somewhere else.

I thought for a while and told her, “I’ll come over. Let’s talk properly.”

She agreed. So, I left my friends and headed to her place. So I headed over to her place, honestly, to do an intent check to see if she was serious or just bluffing. I booked a cab and reached her place around 2 at night.

She opened the door, and I won’t lie, she looked really cute in a purple shirt. It was a small 1BHK apartment. We went inside, and I sat on her bed. For a while, we just talked casually. I asked her what was going on and why she suddenly brought up dating.

She opened up and told me she had recently gone through a breakup and was trying to move on from it. I was honest with her. I told her I wasn’t in a place where I could be serious and that if anything were to happen, it would have to be casual.

I also said that it seemed like she wasn’t looking for anything serious, either. She just wanted to get over her ex. She went quiet for a bit, thought about it, and then said yeah that is true.

While we were talking, I held her hand. At one point, I pulled her in for a kiss, but she got startled and pulled away. I immediately apologised and asked if she was okay. She said yes, but that she just needed a little more time to feel comfortable. I respected that.

She suggested we lie down instead. We lay down next to each other, talking softly. I could tell she was still a little tense, so I just held her, rubbed her back, and tried to calm her down. I stayed close, reassuring her, letting her feel safe.

Slowly, she relaxed. At one point, she leaned in and kissed me this time, completely on her own terms. The kiss was intense and full of pent-up emotion, which felt natural and mutual.

So, I moved my left hand behind her ear and started rubbing there (trust me, it makes them go crazy), right hand in her hair and massaging the scalp slowly but hard, like taking control of her. Oh my god, she lost control. She climbed on top of me, kissing me. I could see something open up in her.

I held her by her throat and said that’s more like it. I kissed her really hard, biting her lips, exchanging saliva, and fighting with our tongues. All the while kissing like there was no tomorrow. Then we took a second to catch our breath. I got down from the bed, grabbed her hand, pulled her close and lifted her chin.

I looked right into her eyes and said you want this princess, she bit her lip and said, after letting out a slight moan, “Yes, Daddy. You want me to do whatever I want, however I want. Should I make you my slut for the day?” Surprisingly, she replied, “Yes, Sir, please use me as you want.”

I pulled her close and kissed her again and whispered now that’s a good girl. I held her shirt and ripped it open; she gasped for some air. I didn’t wait for another second and grabbed her hair, and started going wild on her neck, leaving a trail of marks over her shoulders.

She begged me to continue more. She said, “Yes, make me your slut, mark me all over, make an example out of me. Show my ex what he lost.” I kept on going wild and started mauling her tits and started sucking on these nipples one by one.

Then I stopped and asked her to bring in two rubber bands. She was so confused, I said, ” Trust me.” She has long hair (you will know later). She brought that, and I kept it in my pocket. She removed my t-shirt and started kissing my face all over.

She started to go down, kissing my chest, sucking my nipples. She knew exactly what she wanted. I calmly watched her movements. While sucking, she started unbuckling my belt. I helped her out a bit, and she got down on her knees.

Sliding my pants down, my dick popped up in her face. She was awestruck after seeing my size. I had a grin on my face. She said, “I have never seen a cock this big. My ex was just 5 inches.” I replied, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to reshape that mouth and pussy of yours to my size.”

I grabbed her hair again and asked her to pull out her tongue. I slapped my cock on her tongue a few times, then on her face. She was smiling through it. I let her hair go and asked her to start sucking it. She started slow by licking it all over, moving down to my balls and sucking them, making them wet.

I was moaning literally, eventually she moved up and started suck of the tip. Slowly going deep, taking up the pace. I was literally in heaven. I remembered the rubber bands I asked for, I divided her hair into two parts and made pigtails out of them.

I held her head and started deep throating her, taking back the control. She was choking on my cock, drooling all over it. I love a sloppy blowjob. Then I held those pigtails and started fucking her mouth. I continued fucking her mouth for 5 more minutes, deep throating her in between.

The room was filled with those ‘pach pach’ sounds of her mouth. My moaning and occasional gasping for breath. Then I pulled her, kissed her again, and patted her head, saying, “Good girl. Now let me give you your treat, kitten. Get on the bed and take off those pants.”

She did the same and followed my orders like a good slut, and then she spread her legs on her own. I said, “I like it when my princess does these things without being told.” She was so horny at that time, I didn’t waste much time. I got on my knees to return the favour.

I started with kissing her thighs, both sides, biting a little bit, not too much. Slowly moving towards our pussy, I blew some air around it. Hovered my tongue just close enough that she feels it around. She started begging me, “Please, Daddy, I can’t take it anymore.”

I didn’t say anything at first, but then I slapped her pussy lightly and rubbed a little. She started to shiver, saying, ” Oh God, this is too much.” I did it 3 more times, she went crazy begging me, “Please eat my pussy, this is too much, I can’t take it anymore.”

She literally grabbed her head and shoved it between her thighs. I gave her what she needed. I started licking her whole pussy, which was dripping wet by now. Slowly, I shifted to licking and sucking her clit. After 5 minutes of licking, I added it to my fingers.

I directly inserted two fingers inside her, which slid in easily. I licked and finger fucked her for 10 more minutes, and she reached her first orgasm. She cum all over my face. She was gasping for air and trembling after this, so I kissed her forehead to calm her down and hugged her.

Yes, folks, Daddy knows how to give after care. Once she calmed down. I took out the condom I carry in my pocket. I placed it on my dick, and then I picked her up and bent her over and entered her slowly. She was in pain because it was her first time taking a 7-inch cock.

But it went in smoothly because she was still damn wet. I started off going slowly. I pulled my dick out and started rubbing it on her pussy, teasing her after giving her the taste of it. She tried to adjust her pussy so that it could slide in. I suddenly rammed into her completely without any warning.

She screamed, and I didn’t show any mercy and continued to fuck her like there’s no tomorrow right then and there. I fucked her for approximately 8-10 mins, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. I turned her around, lifted her in my arms and fucked her in the air.

I moved to her kitchen and placed her on the kitchen slab. I placed her legs on my shoulders and continued fucking her in that position. She felt a huge wave coming. She told me she was close, she was going to cum. “Please don’t stop, yes, right there. Oh god fuck!”

She had another orgasm, and she was exhausted by now. I carried her to the bed in my arms, caressed and cuddled her till she calmed down. Once she was normal, she got on top of me, saying now I will do it this time. She started riding me and grinding her ass in between, and damn, she was so good.

She later told me her boyfriend could never last this long (let alone make her orgasm twice). She rode me for a good 5-7 minutes. Then I pulled her down. I took her in front of her dressing mirror and shoved my cock from behind again. I grabbed her by the neck with one hand.

The other hand was on her tits and started to ram her really hard. I fucked her like that for 5-6 more minutes. We both were so close to cumming. I increased my pace and started to ram her at full speed. And she cum again. I slowed down and asked her where she wanted it.

She said, “I want to swallow it, Daddy.” I took out my cock, removed the condom, and started fucking her for a minute or two raw. Then I pulled out, and she got on her knees. She started to deep throat me while playing with my balls. I couldn’t hold any longer.

I held her face right there deep on dick and came all inside her mouth. She swallowed it like a good slut. Then we moved back to the bed where she rested her head on my chest, tracing slow patterns with her fingers. We drifted off to sleep.

I knew this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. The look in her eyes wasn’t about release anymore; it was curiosity. Hunger.

This was just the beginning.

If you liked this story, let me know. There’s definitely more to come. And if any women or milfs resonate with this dynamic and want to connect, feel free to reach out: [email protected].

Hello readers, this time I am sharing a threesome experience of my female ISS reader. I am writing this with the addition of my imagination. I am publishing this story with the consent of my female ISS reader.

Sumit and Riya (original names changed) were married couples. Both of them have been happily married for the last 6 years. They had a love marriage, and they were in a relationship for another 3 years. They were an open-minded and supportive couple.

Describing Riya, she was 30 years old. Wheatish brown colour, black hair and 5’5” tall. Her figures were 34C-30-32. Though she was a mom, she maintained her figure. She had the perfect curves that a man would wish to fondle. She was a graduate but was not working.

Describing Sumit, he was 32 years old, 5’10” tall and had a 6” long dick. He was also wheatish brown in colour. He was muscular and handsome. Girls would fall for him. Both Sumith & Riya were a perfect match, and they were living happily.

Sumit was running a garments export and import business in Gujarat. They had a 3-year-old son named Vihaan.

Last winter, they had planned a vacation trip to Rajasthan to enjoy and keep the fire between them strong and steady. They left Vihaan with their parents and went on the trip. They wanted to chill and relax from the routine chaos.

The tour was of 4 days and three nights in Rajasthan, covering Jaipur, Jodhpur and Jaisalmer on the first day after the site visits at different locations such as Amber fort, City palace and Jantar Mantar.

They had planned a romantic evening. They went to a hotel like they were dating and had a candlelight dinner. Riya was wearing a violet-coloured gown-type dress with all her assets well placed. Sumit was wearing a suit.

Both of them looked stunning in that attire and had a beautiful time together, revisiting their old relationship days. After reaching the hotel, they slowly started to make out.

Sumit started smooching her, and she responded well. They slowly moved ahead. Sumit made her sit on his lap and slowly squeezed her melons. She always loved Sumit playing with her boobies.

After having their child, Sumit limited playing with her boobs. She was fond of him playing with her boobs. She enjoyed his act and responded well.

Sumit took off her dress, and she was in her bra and panties. She was wearing a padded white coloured designer bra and the same-coloured panties. He removed her bra and made her sit facing him.

He started sucking her light brown nipples and played across each inch of them with his tongue. She was in heaven and moaned because of pleasure.

When he slowly made her lie in bed, Riya asked Sumit.

Riya: Sumit, it will be more fun if we could have one more person with us tonight.
Sumit: You mean threesome?
Riya: I would like to enjoy the threesome tonight. I hope you like it.
Sumit: That would be fun. You need a boy or a girl.
Riya: First, we can start with a girl.
Sumit: So, shall I check for a prostitute?
Riya: No, Sumit. We need something interesting. We can go to a pub now. I am giving you all the licences. You should convince a girl to have a threesome and bring her here with us.
Sumit: Interesting, babe. I shall try, but I am not sure that I will get a girl within a short span of time.
Riya: Hey, dear, don’t demotivate yourself. You are my gem, and girls would fall for you.
Sumit: (motivated) Yeah… Tonight we will have a girl here for sure with us.
Riya: That’s my baby. Love you.

They again got ready and went to the nearest pub. They sat in a corner and watched everyone. Riya spotted a fair, tall and lean girl sitting at the bar table counter and sipping beer. Riya showed that girl to Sumit and asked him to get her tonight.

Sumit accepted the challenge and went near her. Riya was sitting there and watched both of them. Sumit went near that girl and offered her a drink. She accepted, and he sat near her and started a conversation. She was a little drunk at that time.

When enquired, she was an architecture student from West Bengal, and she came here for a solo trip. Her name was Sumie, and she was 22 years old. Her figures were 32B-28-30.

Sumit introduced Riya to Sumie, and all of them started drinking. Sumit and Sumie were almost drunk. While drinking, Sumit asked Sumie about having a night together with them. She agreed with him. Sumit won and persuaded her to stay with them.

The couple went to their hotel with Sumie. Comparing the three of them, Riya was the least drunk. They reached the hotel and went to the room. After reaching the room, Sumit and Sumie started making out. Both were high because of alcohol. They started smooching in front of Riya.

Riya watched them kissing. An unusual sensation was felt by her. She enjoyed watching Sumit making out with Sumie. After smooching Sumit, she slowly undressed herself. She had smaller breasts when compared to Riya and had dark nipples.

Sumit took her to bed. He undressed himself and went fully nude. He, too, was excited to bang Sumie in front of Riya. Riya handed over a condom pack to Sumit to wear before entering Sumie’s pussy. He wore the condom and made Sumie lie in doggy style.

Sumie was behaving like a sex slave of Sumit, and she did whatever Sumit said to her. Sumit started to bang her in doggy in front of Riya. As that was their first threesome, Riya was watching and enjoying the fucking. Riya undressed herself and sat near Sumie.

Riya started fingering herself, sitting there. Sumie was moaning like hell, but Sumit continued banging her. Riya continued playing with her own boobs with one hand and fingering with the other.

Riya: Sumit, why can’t you try the cowgirl position?
Sumit: (He was gasping) Why?
Riya: I too want to join you guys. I wanted you to suck my pussy while she rides your dick.
Sumit: Okay, babe, that sounds good.

He stopped banging Sumie. Sumie lay in bed, exhausted. Riya went near her and started kissing her like a lesbian partner. She kissed her whole body and started sucking her boobs. Sumie responded well, and they started to be more intimate.

Riya went down and started sucking her pussy. She played with her tongue on Sumie’s wet pussy. She sucked her pussy well deep and tight. Sumit got a break to relax and get ready for the next round, watching his sexy wife’s lesbian act.

Sumit instructed Sumie to come for the cowgirl position, and the sex slave instructed her boss. She sat and started jumping up and down. Her small boobs were moving up and down. At that time, Riya sat on Sumit’s face so that he could suck her pussy.

Riya extended her hand to give support to Sumie’s dancing boobs during her activity. Thus, the couple officially started a threesome. Sumit started licking Riya’s pussy while Sumie was riding on his dick. Meanwhile, Riya was groping Sumie’s soft boobs.

Sumit held Sumie’s hip and assisted her in her act. They continued for some time, and Sumit stopped Sumie when he was about to cum. He removed his condom, but the girls had other plans. Sumie started stroking Sumit’s dick while Riya started sucking his balls.

She slowly sucked those balls with pleasure and enjoyed what she was doing. Sumie started giving a blowjob, she sucked his dick deep into her throat and continued. She ran her tongue over his 6” dick. She was sucking so well.

Sumit was lying on the bed watching the girls’ show. He enjoyed their act. Sumit didn’t fuck Riya till that time, so he planned to start with Riya in the second round. Sumit planned to bang her in doggy style. He pulled her near him and started to bang that horny bitch very hard.

Riya was moaning with pleasure. Sumie went near her and started smooching her. She was being fucked and smooched at the same time. Sumie sat near Riya and started fondling her gorgeous, round, slightly saggy breasts. Sumie held one boob and started sucking it while Sumit was pounding at Riya’s back.

When Sumit was about to cum, he informed both ladies. They knelt before him, and he unleashed a cum towards both of them. His cum spread all over the faces and boobs of both ladies. He was exhausted and lay in bed. The ladies started fingering each other.

Riya was fingering Sumie and vice versa. After some time, Sumie shivered and squirted out. She got her orgasm. Riya kept on continuing her action. When Sumie had an orgasm, she fingered Riya faster and started licking her pussy continuously.

Within a few minutes, Riya ejaculated a load of her liquid. All three of them got an orgasm, and thus the session for that day ended. All three of them slept naked together that night.

Sumie was with them for the rest of the days in Rajasthan, and they visited all the places together and stayed together. On the fourth day, they thanked each other and separated. This was an awesome experience for all of them.

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