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Hello friends. I am Sameer. Back with another true incident of my life hope you readers will like it and send me mails by saying how you liked the story. So here it goes. This incident took place 2 years ago when I was in 1st year of my B.Com. I joined this college and on the first day itself I fell in love (Or may be in lust) with the girl named Riya. She was my class mate and was the beautiful and sexy girl in the whole college. She was having flesh on the right areas of the body and a figure to die of. Her hair reaches her waist and her figure is 34 26 36.

I started to like her. But had no guts to go and talk with her. I was good in my studies and she would usually ask my help especially in accounts. As I am very good in that slowly we started to talk and become good friends. I never tried anything on her. I slowly came to know that she have a boy friend. All hopes of me fucking her went in vain. I stop thinking about fucking her.

We remained friends and i liked to spent time with her. One night at nearly 8 pm she called me. I was shocked as she doesn’t use to call me at this time. I answered her call. She asked me to accompany her to a party organized by one of her friends. I was shocked. Why she is not asking her boy friend. Any way i said ok. She told me to pick her at 9.30pm. I got into shower and got ready and told my mom that it would be late

I reached her house at exact 9.30pm. I went and pressed the door bell and she answered. She was looking gorgeous. She was wearing a white top with black skirt which was reaching to her knee level. I was just looking at her without thinking about anything. She shook me to ask what happened. I said you are looking beautiful. Then she sat on my bike and I was having the ride of my life time as the whole time her boobs were pressing on my back and my cock was all erect.

After reaching then I parked my bike and went it. It seemed to me that it’s a birthday party and it was full of young people. We entered and met some friends. Then we took place at the corner. We were having drinks and were chatting. Suddenly she took hold of my hand and pulled to the dance floor. I was shocked by this sudden change. I was just standing there. She made me put my one hand around her waist and took another hand in her hand and she kept her other hand on my shoulder. As we were dancing i saw her boyfriend with another girl on the dance floor. Then it all got cleared to me. She just wanted to take revenge and suddenly my hopes of fucking her came alive. I thought if i played my cards, then today i would be fucking her.

I made my grip from on her and started dancing little closer with her. After some time the slow music start and we started to dance slowly and more closely her boobs were touching my chest and i can feel my cock just above her pussy. I took this moment and lower my and on her ass. She hasn’t made a move. So i took this as signal and started to cress her ass. She was getting hotter and hornier. I kissed on her neck and brought my one hand to her boobs and started to caress them. As it was dark so no one was able to see the other. As i was doing this i heard her moan.

I just gave a kiss on her lips. I kissed her for nearly 2 minutes; we played with each other tongue and kissed deeply. Then i took her hand and went to the parking area as no one was there and it was all dark. We reached to the end of the parking lot. As we were in there I started to kiss her on her lips and press her boobs with one hand and caress her as with the other.

Then I tried to remove her top. She whispered don’t remove it as we are not in the room. So I just made it up and removed the boobs from her bra and started to suck them. I was sucking with one boob while squeezing and playing and pressing the other. I did this to the other as well. Then we kissed each other and she unzipped me and removed my cock from my pants and kissed it. Then she slowly took my cock in her mouth and started to suck my cock. I was in heaven. She was very good at giving head. She sucked me for nearly 10 minutes. I felt like if she continues then I will cum in her mouth and I don’t want to cum so soon. So I stopped her.

I made her stand up and made her shirt above her waist and removed her panty and kept it in my pocket and made her sit on car bonet and kissed her pussy. It tasted so sweet and it was clean shaven. Then i started to suck and lick it. After some time i inserted my finger in her pussy at the same time kept sucking her. With in short time I was finger fucking her at the same time I was sucking he sweet pussy and she was moaning like hell and within some time she clenched my head and cum in my mouth. Her sum tasted very sweet. I got up and kissed her on her lips giving her the taste of her own cum.

Then I made her bend and kept my cock on the entrance of her pussy. I was going to take her from back. Then I slowly started to enter in her pussy. As she was very wet half of my cock went easily and then I gave a hard push and whole of my cock was in her pussy. Once I entered in her pussy I started to fuck her in slow pace.

With long and hard thrust. As i was fucking her I was squeezing her boobs. Then slowly i started to increase my pace and with in no time I was fucking her real hard and she was enjoying it. She was real tight and was asking for more. After fucking her for nearly 20 minutes I felt like coming so I informed her. She asked me to cum in her mouth. As I was ready to cum I removed my cock from her pussy and gave it in her mouth and as I entered in her mouth my cock began to spurt the load in her mouth. I was a huge quantity though she swallowed but some spilled out.

Then we clean and got dressed and went on bike. As I was outside her home she kissed me on my lips and asked me to come after 2 days at 10 in the morning to her home as she will be alone. [email protected].

Hi my name is Aayran. From jalandhar this is my third story on iss.jaise ki aap jante hai ki mai jalandhar se engg, kar raha hu. Or maine +1/+2 chd. Se ki hai . Yhe un dino ki hai jab mai +2 mai padta tha . Mere frnd ki birthday party mai hum sab invite the or party thi blue ice 17 sec mai mai .raat kr karib 9:00 pm mai hum enter huy.or party shuru ho gayi . Fir kya tha birthday tha drink to hoge hi.. Sab ne drink ki maine bhi 3 peg pi liye nasha pura tha samne ek ladki par meri nazar padi who nashe mai thi or dance kar rahi thi us ne kafi short kapde pahne hua the uske boobs kafi badi or must lag rahe the. Kya sunder thi who . Puri party mai sab ki nazar us par thi .

What a figure. Dhekte hi mera lund harket mai aa gaya . Or m.aine soch liya .ki aaj t.o. iske sath sex karu ga! Fir kya tha mai us k pass gaya or us drink offer ki us drink le k thanks kha or drink pe li fir who dacne floor par gayi wha us ne kya dance kiya mai bhi uske pechee pechee dance floor par gaya or uske sath dance karne laaga.bich mai maine usko touch kiya us ne kuch nahi kha shayad who nashe mai thi yha use bhi maja aa rha tha .fir kya tha mai use touch karta rha or who njoy kar rahi thi.fir usne mujhe kan mai kha come out side.meri to kushi ka thikana nahi rha .

Mai bahar gaya to dheka who cigret pe rahi thi or mujhe bhi offer ki par maine manhe kar di tab usne mujhe apne baare mai batya ki who ek chd. K rich family se belong karti hai or yha sirf weeknd pe njoy karne aati hai.uska naam tha nisha.fir us ne mujhe kha ki tum ander kya kar rahe the mai dar gay ! But us ne mujhe ek sexy smile di or kha u wana njoy tonite.. Mai kha yha y not fir usne kha chaloo or mai use apne p.g yaani room mai le aaya

Aate hi maine use kiss kiya or use bhi response dena shuru kar diya fir usne kha mujhe washroom jana hai . Mai use washroom tak chod aaya or fir aake maine apna bed thik kiya or who aa gayi .fir us ne kha ki mujhe cigret pini hai but na hi mere pass cigret thi or na hi us k pass. Then raat k karib 1:00 baj gaya tha.then i told ki mere pass nahi hai fir booli hai

I was shocked she opned my pent zip nd start’s sucking .whoo what a blowjob. She was perfect in this mere muh se aaahhhh aaahhh aaahhhh kar ke awaj aa rahi thi.or mujhe bhi josh aa gaya maine bhi use khada kiya or uska mini top utar diya then i stared sucking his boobs whaaa what a boobs mujhe bhi maja aa rha tha or who mujhe kiss kar rahi thi then she removed my all cloth and start kissing me .. Ab kya tha mujhe bhi josh aa gaya tha maine bhi uske saara kapde nikal diye or uski chut par hath pherne laga uski chut badi must thi or sex ki vajhe se gilli bhi ho gayi thi fir mai uske boobs chusta chusta uski chut mai finger karne laga who must ho gayi or booli plz ab karo bhi na…

Maine kha darling abhi to khel shuru hua hai abhi kha . Who booli plz jaldi karo .. Maine uski chut dheki wha kya chut thi ik dum clean shave. Then i start sucking his pussy karib 5 min suck karne k badh who jhad gayi .lakin mere to abhi bhi pura saroor tha fir maine us kha its ur first time to us ne kha nahi . But uski chut kafi tight thi. Then maine apna 7.5″ lamba or 2.5″ round lund uski chut par rahka to who booli its to big take care of mee!

maine kah don’t worrie nisha darlig every thing will be ok. Then i pusshed my penis in her pussy she shout loudely aaahhhhhhhhh! Mera karib 3.5″ lund uski chut mai jaa chuka tha or who dard ke maare tadap rahi thi fir 5 min aise hi rehne k badh maine apne lips us k lips pe rakhe or joor se ek dhaka maara or mera pura lund uski nazok chut mai jaa chuka tha .

Fir maine dhire dhire use chodna shuru kiya or who bhi mujhe responce de rahi thi karib 35-40 min tak mai uski chudyi karta rha or us doraan who 4 baar jhad chuki thi. Ab meri baari thi to maine use pucha ki kha niklu to us ne kha mere ander hi or 10-15 joordar dheke k sath mere saara cum uski chut mai ja gira or who ek baar fir mere sath jhad gayi or booli ki maine aaj tak aisa sex nahi kiya hai.

Fir thodi der badh who uthi or mera lund fir se chusne lagi or mera lund fir se tayar ho gaya tha. Maine use kha ki maine kabhi gand nahi mari to kya tum mujhe apni gand do gi to us ne manhe kar diya but kafi der tak bolne par who tayar ho gayi . Usne phele kabhi bhi apni gand nahi marwai thi i tha first one. Maine anpe almira se tel ki bottel li or apne lund pe or uski gand pe laga diya or use doggy styel mai kar diya or uski gand par apna lund rakha to who dar gayi or booli plz next time sahi but mera to pura mud tha fir maine uski gand mai lund dalna shuru.

Kar diya or who chilane lagi but tel lagne ki wajhe se lund ko aasani huyi or dhire dhire mera pura lund uske gand mai chala gay or who joor joor se chila rahi thi but maine uski parva kiya bina gand chodta gaya fir karib 10 min badh uska dard kam hua or who bhi maje lene lagi fir who mujhe galiya dene lagi or sath sath mai yhe bhi bool rahi thi is mai to chut se bhi jayda maja hai ,. Mai teri hun or hmesha tere sath hi sex karu gi uski in bato se mai exide ho gaya or joor joor se use chodne laga fir karib 40-45min k badh mai uski gand mai hi jhad gaya.

Fir humhe kab neend aayi pata nahi chala subhe karib 6:00 baje mujhe laga ki koi mere bed k pass hai maine dheka to nisha apne kapde phen rahi thi mai utha use kiss kiya or ek baar fir uski chudiy ki fir who karib 6:30 par anpe ghar chali gayi par jate jate fir milne ka wadha kar gayi or doston us din k badh maine nisha k sath kayi baar sex kiya or film bhi dhekne gaya yha tak ki maine use uske gahr mai bhi choda, any girl, babhi, aunty, unsatified babhi/aunty in jalandhar/chd iam their juss leave ur coment’s and reply mee soon at [email protected].

Ohhh… oh BABY, oh SWEETIE… Yes… Oh, eat Mommy, eat Mommy’s cunt…” She grabbed my hair and ground my face hard into her salt-and-pepper bush, this magnificent woman, 25 years older than me at 25, her pussy slick and hot with juices now coating my face. I fucked her with my erect tongue, brushing her clit and making her spasm under me. She answered with staccato gasps timed to each stroke.

I cupped my hands under her 50-year-old ass and ground my face into her like I wanted in, and she urged me on, now with coos and baby alk, now with the foulest commands. I rubbed her clit with my spread tongue like it was sandpaper, and slurped her lubrication out of her. I was possessed. The thought of eating out my own mother made me feral.

She finally let herself go — my God, she rode her come wave better than any woman I’d ever fucked — and her orgasm came crashing down on both of us. She yelped and “oh” ed and kept spurring me on. “OH. OH. MOMMY’S COMING, BABY…” As I finally removed my face I saw her yanking on her nipples, and she began to stomp her feet. She sprang up, still coming, and shoved me down on my back. I was surprised and delighted, but I must have momentarily looked horrified. Her eyes became slits and she said, “what did you DO to Mommy?” She flopped on top of me and tried to swallow my mouth; we began to grind our crotches together. She’d just come, and I was probably as wet as she was.

We were humping one another and making out hungrily. “I taste… Mommy’s pussy… On your face… Baby,” she said as our tongues slurped and our lips sucked. I sighed, and shuddered. She moved down to my breast and engulfed it, it seemed like all of it, her tongue raking my nipple and sending electric shocks through me. Her hand had found my pussy and was whipping my clit. My hand found my other tit. She slid downward, tonguing my belly, then spread my legs (wider) forcibly, and got busy. I almost fainted on the spot. I was consumed, simply possessed by the idea of my own mother eating me out. Her grey-flecked hair shook and I entwined my fingers in it, kneading, sighing, “oh, MOM…”

After I’d come, harder than I ever have, I was sure of it, I felt like I was made of lead. But I rose with effort into a sitting position, and she sprung up too and stroked my face. So lovingly. I beamed and smiled. “You’re something else,” she said.

“That was amazing,” I said dumbly. I mean, it was, but I think several dozen points of my IQ had just been fucked out of me.

Now my goddess padded into the bathroom to clean up. “Your name is Rachel, right?” she asked over the running faucet. I said yes. That deflated me a little, but only a little. I’d very uncharacteristically answered an ad on Craigslist from someone — this awesome, hellacious, 50 year old bundle of sex, as it turned out — offering to play Mommy to a young woman. I’d been conscious of every possible way our meeting could be unsafe — we’d met in public two days ago, we met in public again today at Starbucks and had driven here together in my car — and once I could finally relax and play I’d been treated to the most amazing role play ever. Her not being quite sure of my name was a little jarring.

“Is your last name Banks?” My brow furrowed and I frowned. There must be something with my name on it showing somewhere in my apartment. “That’s right.”

She said “huh!” in that way people do when they think something is kind of amusing. I went into the bathroom with her as she cleaned up, and said “why?”

She turned to me with a devilish smirk and said, “I know your mother, Wendy.” My eyes got wide as saucers.

My role play mom explained that she’d known Wendy, my full time mom, for 20 years, I guess since we moved to the area. I wondered aloud why I’d never met her before, and she grinned wickedly, reminding me that we had, but it was when I was a little girl. She’d babysat for me, of all people, a few times when mom had doctor’s appointments or other errands. I didn’t remember her, even with that to prompt me. When I was eight we moved into a bigger house a few miles away and she and my mom had kept in touch.

I didn’t really know what to make of any of this — was it sexy or disturbing that I’d just had wild monkey sex with my old babysitter? — but I didn’t really have time to dwell on it. My role play mom was getting dressed when she said, “have you ever tried to have sex with your mom? I mean, for real?”

I know I probably turned beet red, and I was thinking that just 10 minutes ago I’d been in the throes of an orgasm the likes of which I’d never felt, and now she was going to ruin it all by getting all real life on me. Strange thought, yes, but if you’ve handled this same situation differently, I’d love to hear how.

She could see she’d upset me, and she knelt beside me (I was sitting on the — closed — toilet seat). She stroked my face again, and despite myself I looked longingly at her now bra-clad boobs. “Rachel, baby, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she assured me. She smiled, and kept dressing. “Let’s just say that the ad you responded to wasn’t the first I’d placed. I’ve… Done this before,” she said coyly. “You would be AMAZED at how many women your age, younger, and even five, 10-some years older, have the kind of fantasies you do.” I thought about that with a grumpy look on my face.

“That’s why I LOVE doing this,” she explained, trying to tame her JBF hair in the bathroom mirror. “I’m 50 years old. Everything you’ve heard about how hard it is for older women to get lucky is true.” She flashed a wicked smile. “But tell women half your age you’re willing to play Mommy…”

“So do you have any kids?” I asked. I was still stinging a little from the question about whether I’d ever had sex with my mom. Let’s see her walk the walk.

She looked like she would burst. “I do have a daughter,” she said, measured, though she was grinning ear to ear now. “She’s older than you by about five years. When I’d watch you her dad was still around, so she’d stay with him. I don’t think you’ve ever met her.” I shook my head. Of course, I didn’t remember meeting Tanya — that was her name, my role play mom — either.

She tilted her head toward the bathroom door, and we walked out and through my apartment, toward the door. “Ever do anything with her?” I asked.

She whirled around and looked me in the eye. “As a matter of fact,” she said, smirking. “Yvonne was married for a few months,” she explained, “and after it ended she decided she liked women. It was a little more involved than that, of course. To this day I don’t know if her marriage ended because she decided she was gay or if she decided she was gay because her marriage didn’t work out.”

She grabbed my hands and we sat down together on my couch. “I don’t know how long Craigslist has been around, but neither of us had certainly heard of it back then. And because my Yvonne was shy and couldn’t make herself to go socialize with strangers, she was having a terrible time. We had frank talks about it, and finally, I offered to help her explore her new feelings in a safe way.”

I think by then my mouth was open and I was breathing through it, but she was such a doll, she didn’t say anything. “It started out sort of… Clinical. This is how you should caress a woman. This is how you should kiss. This is what you should and shouldn’t do to her breasts.” Now I’m sure I was flushed and panting. “After a few hours, though, we realized we weren’t having a dry how-to talk anymore.” She winked at me.

Ok, let me try to explain this to you. Having sex with Tanya was unbelievably hot, because I was imagining the whole time she was my mother. I had never quite gotten around to imagining that SHE was having sex with her DAUGHTER. Like I said, hard to explain. But anyway, now I was imagining that, and I was shifting uncomfortably a little on the couch.

“Do you still…” I’m not sure I could have finished the thought using the English language, so I was grateful she replied right away.

“Yvonne lives out of state,” she explained. “We do… VISIT one another.” Another wink. Then she brightened. “She’s coming to see me weekend after next, in fact.”

Well, if possible I was leaving a scalding hot lovemaking session with this gorgeous creature even hornier than when I started, but it was time for me to get back to work. At the door we kissed tenderly, and promised to see one another again.

Cupping my face in her hands, she eyed me reassuringly. “I would never counsel someone to commit an infidelity, or do anything that would damage a family,” she insisted. “But your dad’s not around anymore and… I think you might be surprised… I think if you knew what turns your mother on, you might–” she stopped, obviously unsure of how or whether to say what she started to say. My eyes were like saucers again, so she retreated.

“You mother is a wonderful woman. She’s very lucky to have a daughter like you.” She gave my hand a quick kiss, smiled and was gone.

* * *

Tanya had given me a lot to think about. For a week I masturbated morning, night and sometimes noon thinking about her thrashing beneath me and urging me to make Mommy come. Or eating me out. Or… Eating out her daughter, Yvonne. I pictured… Me, I guess, only a little older. I imagined a sad, beautiful, vicarious woman with major inhibitions and no experience — in other words, she LOOKED like me, and that was about it — screwing her face up into a pained expression, clutching the sheets, consumed by how wrong it was to have her mother lapping at her cunt, but growling with newfound, forbidden lust.

And the bit about my mom. Hm. I saw my mom once during that week, the following Wednesday, fortunately briefly, and fortunately when I was preoccupied with thoughts other than my roleplay mom. When she told me excitedly she had a date on Saturday, I brightly told her that was great and made her promise to have a good time. I had done it: I had faced my mom without thinking about actually having sex with her. Despite Tanya’s suggestion as she left my apartment, I was nowhere NEAR having the courage to, to use an unfortunate phrase, feel her out.

The end of Friday’s workday was approaching when I heard from Tanya. Her plans for Saturday had changed and she wondered if she and I might spend some time together that evening. I was torn, just a little. Inviting a stranger for an hour’s role play in the afternoon — the thought still made me wet. I knew Tanya was incredibly skilled in bed, but with that “forbidden” aspect missing, would it be the same?

I said just a little, and I meant it; of course I agreed, since I didn’t have any plans myself. We didn’t have to meet in public this time, so I pulled up outside her apartment building around 9, as we had worked out.

Before I could ring Tanya’s apartment to have her open the door for me I heard her voice on the intercom, in sort of a harsh whisper: “come on up!” And she buzzed me in, and I made my way to her fourth floor apartment. How sweet, she’d been looking out the window, waiting for me.

The door was slightly ajar as I approached, and before I could knock she slipped out and whispered “hi,” giving me a peck on the lips. I must have given her a look that said “this is all very strange; let’s go make out,” because she grinned, embraced me properly, caressing my back and then ass, tongue-kissed me till my knees were weak, and said “come on in. But let’s be quiet.”

“Do you have a roommate?” I didn’t whisper, though I was trying to work out to myself what we needed to be quiet about. She gestured for me to take my shoes off so I did, and we padded together down the hall. Now I could hear moaning. Very distinctly.

Turning her head to me, she raised her eyebrow conspiratorially and dropped to her knees and arms. I did the same, still puzzled. She went flush to the floor and peeked in the slightly open bedroom door, I looked over her, and…

I’m sure by now you’ve guessed what I saw, but believe me, it wasn’t obvious. Two women were naked on the bed, facing one another, hands at each other’s pussies, kissing hungrily and moaning and cooing together. The older one, with her back to me, drew the younger one’s hand up from her slit to her mouth and sucked her fingers with a guttural moan. The younger woman’s eyes narrowed and she sucked in breath — and saw us, and I swear, she smirked.

I was shocked, and I hadn’t even recognized my mom yet. The younger woman withdrew her hand and began caressing the older woman’s back and shoulders and the older woman kissed and licked her neck. This was weird, but an incredible turn-on. I felt safe; if the younger woman knew we were here watching, I figured we weren’t invading anybody’s privacy.

The younger woman maneuvered the older one on top of her, still caressing, and they ground their mounds together, panting in each other’s faces and whispering. The younger woman kneaded the older ass and the older woman, eyes shut and mouth agape, turned her head towards us and cried out softly… And THAT was when I recognized my mom, and if Tanya hadn’t gripped me just then, I might have bolted up and gasped.

The younger woman wriggled beneath my mother and guided her toward the headboard of the bed, sliding her face toward my mom’s pussy. My mom gripped the headboard and rode her face as she lapped, the younger woman clutching my mom’s ass like it would get away if she didn’t.

“OH–” my mom cried. “Oh… RACHEL, baby…”

My heart was in my throat. I was stunned. I briefly thought I should foreclose any other possibilities and ask Tanya whether the younger woman, who by now I realized must be Yvonne, was named Rachel too, but from the wicked look on Tanya’s face, that obviously wasn’t it.

My mom was role playing having sex with her daughter. Me.

I came. Just a small one. I shuddered a little and flushed.

My mother rode Yvonne’s face to a torrential orgasm, shouting my name and calling her babydoll. I was writhing next to poor Tanya, poised like a caged animal to spring once the door opened. She laid a hand on my shoulder and tried to pull me away. I looked at her like she was trying to take the last morsel of food from a starving woman, but I relented and padded with her down the hall again, all the while looking back and hearing my mother cry my name in the throes of orgasm.

Now she took both my shoulders and looked me square in the face. “I don’t want you to be angry with me,” she said quietly, but earnestly. I blinked. Did she think I was upset about something? “Your mother and I have been together a number of times. Your mother and Yvonne, not as much. But yes, they’ve been together before, and my understanding is that at least part of what they do together every time involves this kind of role play.”

“This kind…?” I asked.

“With Yvonne pretending to be you,” Tanya said, and I shuddered. I heard panting and the creaking of bedsprings from the other room that suggested there was a break in the action. Tanya heard it too, and said hurriedly, “when I found out last week how YOU felt, I had to arrange for you and her to be together. I’m so sorry if you think I’m manipulative. I just want to make you, and especially your mother, happy.” She looked so concerned I was going to flip out, that I smiled reassuringly and kissed her. I didn’t linger long; I had places to be.

* * *

As my mother, her face all urgency, positioned herself over me on the bed and took what I thought was way too long to mash her naked body into mine, my mind reeled with everything that had happened.

Lacking any etiquette books for something like this, Tanya had improvised, going into her guest bedroom alone to talk to Yvonne and my mom. Yvonne of course was in on what was going on. My mom sounded delighted and nervous to see Tanya.

There was conversation I couldn’t make out, awkward silences I knew were filled by my mom, blushing furiously, trying to come to grips with what Tanya and Yvonne were telling her. After a few minutes, Tanya called me in. My heart nearly pounding its way out of my chest, I entered the bedroom.

My mother did look nervous and like she felt conspicuous, her arms folded over her breasts and her pussy covered by a bedsheet. But oh. Oh. I drank her in, my naked, beautiful mother, the woman I loved better than any other. She swallowed hard, probably seeing the look of wanton lust on my face.

It was Tanya who walked over to me and began to undress me, smoothing my hair and speaking reassuringly. I was completely compliant, letting her remove everything till I was standing naked in front of my mother. The room smelled deliciously of sex; my mother’s sex. My heart continued to pound.

“Oh — by the way, I’m Yvonne,” Yvonne said, breaking the spell briefly. For an instant I was furious, but then my mom and I both laughed, and I was grateful for the break in the tension. Yvonne wasn’t me but older — she had longer, darker hair, a rounder face… But you know, with the lights off, I bet my mother could have imagined it was me. I shuddered at the thought.

Then my mother rose, showing herself to me naked for the first time, her pubic hair salt and peppery, too, her succulent breasts with nipples stiff with anticipation, and a look of wonder and love cut just a little bit with fear on her face. I responded by smiling and putting her at ease as we touched one another. She was breathing fast; I reached up and stroked her cheek, moved my face in to hers, and we kissed, my mother and I, slowly, lust simmering. Our lips engulfed one another’s, our tongues played, and I melted.

I don’t remember positioning myself on my back on the bed; just moments before I had the thought that maybe we should ask Yvonne and Tanya if they would please excuse us. But as my disconnected thoughts faded beneath the static hum of lust I was on my back, and my mother, naked, sweaty, smelling of sex and primal desire, was over me, descending toward me. I pulled her down and we devoured one another again, now writhing our naked bodies together, and I felt a love and completeness I never had.

My hands tried to touch her everywhere, everywhere at once, but my right hand liked the back of her head the best. It knead at her hair as we kissed, and the other clutched her ass cheek, and she ground into me, ground, ground, and my orgasm mounted.

“Rachel,” she whispered, almost wistfully.

“Mom,” I replied, breathless. “Oooohhh, MOM….”

I heard Tanya getting undressed, and was briefly unsure of how I felt about that, but gave in quickly, grinding myself up at my mother, who whispered her love and lust for me, her babydoll, and I vocalized my lust for my own mother, Mommy, Mom…. Yvonne sat on the bed next to us, feet on the floor, and I saw Tanya approach her daughter’s crotch and though I couldn’t see then, I knew she was lapping at her own daughter’s pussy. Yvonne’s head flew back and she cried out. My mother and I disengaged, shared a look of urgency, and then she was sliding down me, toward my sopping cunt, and the tidal wave of orgasm started to build, just with her moving down my body toward my pussy.

When I felt my mother’s mouth over my labia I cried out in a way that startled Yvonne and probably Tanya, then Yvonne smiled at me and then her eyes rolled back in her head and mine rolled back in mine at the same time and my mother’s tongue was sliding up and down over my clit and I came and came and came and I never came down.

Except I did, of course, panting, bathed in sweat, and my mother crawled back up toward me and I pulled her and we kissed again, my come making her taste like a debased whore, my mother-whore, I wanted to ravage her, consume her, eat her up. I said so, and she looked startled, then she growled, almost a challenge. Now Tanya was on the bed too and she and Yvonne were tangled in their own mother-daughter embrace, and I managed to roll us over and shove my mother onto her back beneath me. “Rachel,” she whimpered. “Oh, darling Rachel…” I licked her breast, I thought I could lick and suck and suckle her breast forever, but I couldn’t, because I was petting my mother’s wet, wet pussy and I needed to be down there.

Yvonne and I moved almost as mirror images down our mothers, and they both shuddered and writhed, and I saw her flawless face and saw my desire reflected perfectly on hers and I broke briefly from my mission to kiss her. I tasted like my pussy lube and she tasted like hers, and we growled as we kissed, then we parted and our faces each found our mother’s pussies and we lapped, we sucked, we slurped and we loved. I managed to look up and I saw my mother kissing Tanya and I almost came again.

Then my mother’s hands were on the back of my head urging me deeper, deeper and she started to come and I felt such love. I rubbed all of my face in her pussy juices and lavished love on her and she came for me, crying out my name and not playing this time.

I was spent, briefly, and drew myself up to my mom’s face and we saw Tanya, her own orgasm close, close, and she was riding it so well like she’d done with me. She was urging her daughter on, and Yvonne was so skillfully, so lovingly eating her mother out. My mother and I kissed and little whine/groans came out of both our noses and then we broke and watched as Tanya came.

My mother and Tanya decided to love one another for a while, and I watched in rapt attention as they kissed and cooed and touched each other skillfully, knowingly. Two participants in my basest mother-fantasies together; I could barely stand it. Finally I turned my attention to Yvonne, who’d been waiting patiently for me, and she and I made love, too. I made Yvonne come and she said she loved me and I loved her, too.

So much of the next couple hours is a blur. Tanya had a strap on and Yvonne fucked her with it; my mom and I watched and played with one another and kissed and I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her like that and she came! Just from me saying that. Then I did, I fucked her with long, slow strokes, and our lips and tits were mashed together and we fucked like that for what seemed like a long time. Then Tanya fucked her daughter in the ass while Yvonne ate out my mother, and I had a small orgasm just looking at that. No one fucked me but I didn’t mind.

At one point my mother and I were in a languid 69, licking each others slick cunts, and Tanya and her daughter were entwined and kissing and I sighed, so happy. At another point I was urgently eating Tanya out to a generous-sized orgasm while my mother slid her finger in and out of my ass. When Tanya came I whirled around and violently embraced my mother and our mouths were devouring one another’s and we would have fallen in a tangle off the bed but Yvonne steadied us as her mother spooned her from behind and nibbled on her ear. I don’t know what Yvonne and Tanya did for the next 10 minutes but I know my mother and I each came hard in each others arms, croaking our awful, terrible, beautiful incestuous lust for one another.

It was late and time to leave Tanya and Yvonne and we thanked them, I thanked Tanya so much and told her I loved her and she seemed happy that I was happy. My mom had driven too but I drove her home and we left her car there and we made love some more and fell asleep together and got her car in the morning. [email protected].

Asha was newly married to Rajesh Sinha, a young businessman, who had his own auto-parts making factory in the outskirts of Delhi. They lived in a big bungalow with Rajesh’s parents. They had just returned from their honeymoon. Asha a voluptuous women had been a virgin before marriage, although she had indulged in heavy petting with a few boys and her house servant. Luckily before she could go any further her marriage was fixed. She was a lusty young woman with a big body, heavy breasts and a tight arse. She had thoroughly enjoyed her honeymoon and was fucked by her new hubby almost 3-4 times a day. Now after coming to her new house she was slowly trying to adjust to her new role as a housewife.

Being an extremely sexed and sexy person she was the target of all the male friends relatives n servants in her new environment. Some women lusted after her too. Asha loved the attention she was getting and had sex on her mind a lot. Her husband Rajesh had to look after his business and was away all day long n returned late at night very tired. Asha’s father-in-law felt rejuvenated on seeing such a voluptuous n sexy woman in the house n would waste no opportunity to be near her and fantasize about seeing her naked body. He longed to fuck her and his prick was always in a state of readiness on seeing her go about the household chores.

He loved seeing her in her nightie in the morning serving breakfast to the family as she bade farewell to her husband for the day. Such ripe and heavy breasts on a slim n fair body was a heavenly sight for the old man. Oh he thought, how much I can teach this woman to feel pleasure if only I had the opportunity. His mind started working to find ways to create an opportunity for him to fuck her. Asha was not oblivious to the intentions of her father-in-law. In fact she loved the attention showered on her. Even Rajesh’s young cousins would drop in during the day to see her with lustful intentions.

One of them called Sushil was a tall handsome fellow employed in the Indian Army n was on leave for 3 weeks. He was a rogue, in that, he had fucked many girls n seduced many housewives. He was a bachelor about 35 years in age n older than Asha, who was just 23. He lived his life to the hilt n had not thought of marriage, especially having opportunities to fuck many woman as it is. He would come over to meet Asha very often . He had a motorcycle n would offer Asha a ride. So far Asha had refused on some pretext or the other, but Sushil was quite persistent, having mastered the art of seduction, he bided his time. With so much male attention Asha would be very horny by the time Rajesh returned home in the night.

Rajesh on the other hand would be quite tired , but seeing Asha’s obvious horniness would fuck her before sleeping. However the tiredness would prevail n at times he would just ejaculate inside her very fast leaving her unsatisfied. This started happening often and Asha having a strong sex-drive started masturbating to control her desire. She would take long baths in the morning masturbating in her tub.

Her thoughts would drift to her earlier boyfriends, her house servant (who nearly fucked her),her father-in-law, Sushil, her driver and even the maid servant. Asha being highly sexed would fantasize and masturbate to fulfill her need. Sex played so much on her mind that she was attracted to women also and felt randy on seeing sexy woman in magazines or in real life. One of her favorite fantasy while masturbating was about her house servant Raju. He was employed in her parents house as a chokra to clean the house n do market purchases.

He was a boy of 17 years and had been attracted to Asha when she was unmarried. He used to serve her morning tea in her room and used to see her in various poses while sleeping. At times he saw her panties and at times got glimpses of the big breasts. This used to disturb him deeply and he was dying to fuck her, at the same time afraid of losing his job.

He controlled his desire the best that he could by visiting prostitutes and fucking the neighbors maid. He also knew that Asha’s marriage was fixed and the thought of not seeing her near nude body every morning saddened him greatly.

One morning , when he went to serve her bed-tea, he found Asha sprawled on the bed with her legs apart. She was sleeping on her back and the bed sheet had slipped of her body. Her nightie had risen up n her panties and pubic hair could be clearly seen. Her creamy thighs and the dark curly cunt hair was too much for Raju. He immediately got a massive hard-on and was at his wits end about what to do. He quickly freed his prick from his shorts and started rubbing it while looking at Asha’s dark bush.

Suddenly he saw that Asha was getting up n he tried to put his prick back inside his shorts. Asha awoke to a sight of a large pole in Raju’s hand instead of the customary tea-cup. It took a moment for realization to dawn on her that it was a prick, that too a massive one. Asha was transfixed at the sight of Raju’s prick and her hormones started acting-up. Although she had seen pricks in magazines she had never seen a real one and that also so near. Raju a short chokra possessing such a massive tool, this sight transfixed her.

On seeing her reaction or rather a lack of reaction, Raju grew bolder and stepped nearer her. He caught her hand and placed it on his prick. Asha felt a current shoot-up her body on touching a hot throbbing prick. She felt her juices flowing and her panties getting wet. This was not lost on Raju and he grew bolder by grabbing her hair and bringing her face near his prick.

He started rubbing his prick on Asha’s face. Asha was in a trance, her face was burning, her whole body was burning with desire. Sensing this Raju brought the head of the prick near her lips and started rubbing the head on her lips. Asha’s mouth opened by itself and she started sucking on the head.

Raju started pushing his prick in further. Asha felt the hot throbbing prick in her mouth, it smelled and tasted tangy n salty. Raju meanwhile pushed further, however the taste n smell was too much for Asha n she started choking.

Raju quickly brought his prick out smeared with Asha’s saliva, started rubbing on her face. Slowly he brought it to her lips again and again Asha opened her mouth. He kept doing this routine of taking his prick out and then putting it in and Asha got used to the feeling n sucking of his prick. Raju heard his name being called out by Asha’s mother from downstairs. He quickly pulled his prick out of her mouth and started rubbing it on her face. He was too near ejaculation to stop and soon ejaculated all over her face and mouth by holding her hair. Having finished he put his prick in and rushed downstairs. Asha had her first taste of semen just a day prior to her marriage to Rajesh.

She often masturbated while thinking of Raju’s prick and about having that prick inside her aching cunt. Even after being married now for nearly two months, she often thought about Raju’s massive prick. Her husband was satisfactory in bed but the pleasure she had received by sucking, holding, feeling Raju’s massive prick was not there. She had always thought the tall men have large pricks but now she knew better.

Asha was getting sexually frustrated. Her husband Rajesh used to ejaculate too fast and go of to sleep leaving her frustrated. The sex act finished almost before it started, so it seemed to Asha. She resolved her frustrations by masturbating in the tub in the mornings. She fantasized about her father-in-law, Raju, Sushil and even her maid servant. Although she was fucked by them in her fantasies, Asha had resolved to remain faithful to her husband. However, she saw no harm in flirting, since it gave her pleasure and added excitement to her fantasies while masturbating.

She now resorted to wearing flimsy nighties and purposely kept the buttons of her night-gown open. She would bend low while serving her father-in-law and Rajesh breakfast and also raise her arms in the pretext of arranging her hair ever so often. Thus, her father-in-law was treated to a sexy sight daily, so too were the servants of the household. She would often call her father-in-law to play cards with her in her room before having a bath. She would purposely touch his hand, arm while playing and give him glimpses of her breasts thru the flimsy nighty and also her creamy, milky white thighs.

Her father-in-law, poor chap would be desperately trying to hide his erection and would often use her toilet to masturbate to release his frustration. This seemed to excite Asha very much, seeing the power of her sexuality over this old man. At times she carelessly left her bra or panty lying around in the bathroom, so that the old man could get a sniff or two. Her father-in-law was helpless since he did not have the courage to make a move on her. He was dying to fuck her and waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Ooh he could teach this teasing bitch a thing or two with his experienced prick.

Sushil on the other hand was a different kettle of fish altogether. He had stopped coming so often to their house, knowing that Asha was revelling in teasing him and nothing more. He was getting sex from women and knew that eventually an opportunity would open for him to fuck Asha. One day Sushil came over and invited Rajesh and Asha to a dinner at his house the following weekend. His leave would soon be getting over and thus he was throwing a party for friends. When Asha and Rajesh arrived at his apartment for the party they saw a lot of young couples enjoying themselves. Sushil was mainly occupied with a sexy looking girl who was a famous Delhi model

On asking Rajesh, she got to know that her name was Mini and she was Sushil’s current girlfriend and aro 27 years of age. Mini was the attention of most males at the party. She was wearing a thin-strap black dress, which could hardly hold her huge breasts and the dress was so short that, Asha thought that Mini was wearing no panties. The sight of her heavy proud breasts almost spilling out of the dress transfixed Asha. She was staring at Mini with her lips slightly parted and Asha could feel herself getting wet. Suddenly Mini looked in her direction and Asha was embarrassed at being caught looking unabashedly at this sexy model. The next thing Asha saw was Mini standing next to her with Sushil . She gently took hold of Asha’s hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Asha took in her perfume as Mini’s breasts pressed her own while she was kissing her cheek.

“Rajesh is lucky to have such a pretty wife” she laughingly told Asha.

She had not left Asha’s hand and kept squeezing it sensually. The nearness of this woman and her scent intoxicated Asha. Also the sight of her huge breasts each winking the other way was enough to start Asha’s juices flowing. Asha thought her own breasts were a handful, but Mini’s were huge and seemed to have a life of their own, proudly thrusting thru the fabric to gain freedom. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Asha and Rajesh, Sushil and Mini excused themselves.

Before leaving, Mini, who had not let go playing with Asha’s hand brought her face near Asha’s ear. Brushing her breasts against her arm and pretending to whisper something, she took a playful nibble and lick at Asha’s ear. Asha immediately blushed on knowing the Mini was attracted to her. This was not lost on Sushil who mischievously smiled at Asha’s predicament. Asha was really all hot and bothered. She stole a number of glances at Mini and Sushil during the party and her stares were noticed by them.

On returning home that night, Asha felt very horny and quickly removed her clothes and pounced on her husband. Rajesh could not keep up the sexual ardour of his wife and as usual ejaculated too fast and went off to sleep. Asha was sexually unsatisfied and kept tossing and turning thinking about Mini and Sushil . In the morning she asked Rajesh why Sushil was not married as yet. Rajesh laughed and said that Sushil did not feel the need especially when he was bedding many women. He also added that Sushil was a rogue and that she should stay away from him. Asha felt scared of Sushil but at the same time, the thought of getting fucked by him set her juices flowing. That day she masturbated thinking of Mini and Sushil. However, Asha thought seriously of what her husband had said and resolved to let Sushil fuck her in her dreams only.

A few days later, Asha hit upon an idea of buying sexy lingerie to spice up her sex-life with Rajesh. She had often seen women in magazines wearing sexy lingerie and decided to surprise Rajesh that night. She wanted to but a satin teddy and so she went to a shop dealing in imported undergarments. She found what she wanted and was holding it up for size, when she heard her name being called. She turned to see Mini, who once again proceeded to peck her on the check and this time give her a big hug.

Seeing what was in Asha’s hand, Mini squealed ” that will look real sexy on you Asha”.

Asha smiled and asked the salesgirl to show her a larger size.

“Asha dear, I bought the same size for myself last week and it fitted me fine, after all it is meant to show your boobs not hide them”. Asha blushed at the mention of breasts. Mini continued “Asha you have such a sexy figure and a horny face too, you should definitely take up modelling”.

Mini had a very unsettling effect on her. She was so sexy and today she was wearing a tight t-shirt and tight pants. Her breasts seemed to proudly thrust out. Having paid Asha started to leave but was stopped by Mini.

Let’s have lunch together” she said.

Asha seemed to hesitate, but Mini would not have no for an answer and grabbed her by her arm. Once out of the shop, Mini said the Sushil was going to pick her up from here, but she would call him to meet them directly at the coffee-shop. Before Asha could protest, Mini walked away and dialled Sushil on her cellphone. Asha felt apprehensive, but at the same time excited at the prospect of spending time with Sushil and Mini. What would she tell Rajesh, he had specifically told her to stay away from Sushil. All these thoughts entered Asha’s mind. Her body was excited being near this couple and after all a lunch would be harmless.

She was jolted out of her thoughts by Mini pressing her hand and saying, “We have to pickup Sushil, he has returned his bike since he is leaving tomorrow, come dear lets go”.

Mini sat in the car and Asha drove them to Sushil’s apartment. All through the journey the vivacious Mini kept touching Asha on her arm, shoulder hair or stroking her face while chattering 19 to a dozen. Asha was not fully aware of her talk but was definitely aware of her touch. On reaching Sushil’s apartment, Mini excused herself to go to the toilet while Asha was left alone with Sushil.

He immediately caught her hand and kissed her on her cheek, saying ” sha you are looking really sexy in a saree”. While saying this he was deliberately staring at her breasts and her peeking navel. He pulled her down on the sofa and made her sit close to him. Asha took in his masculine body odour and felt excited being near him and blushed. Encouraged by her blushing Sushil put his arm around her and was stroking her hair and bear arms. His touch was not gentle but firm and demanding. He exuded so much confidence and masculinity that, Asha was feeling intoxicated in his presence and was unable to stop him from taking such liberties with her. She was afraid and excited at the same time.

Looking directly into Asha’s eyes and stroking her face Sushil said “You have a sexy face Asha, you should seriously think about modeling”. He brought his face nearer and Asha involuntarily opened her lips expecting to be kissed by him.

Mini walked into the room and Asha jerked herself away from Sushil. She looked at Mini who had obviously seen what was going on. Asha smiled sheepishly at Mini and excused herself to go to the toilet. Once inside she washed her hot n burning face with cold water and tried to gather her thoughts. She was angry at Sushil, how could he treat her like a putty in his hand. The nerve of the man to go about touching and feeling her with his hands and eyes ,knowing full well that she was married. He had almost kissed her and she felt unable to resist his advances. Had Mini not come what would have happened.

The thought of kissing and being fucked by such a masculine man as Sushil greatly excited her. She could feel her panties getting wet, and try as she did, to splash water on her face, her face remained flushed. She resolved to have firmer control over her body but boy was she feeling horny. Coming out of the toilet Asha was taken aback by the sight that greeted her. Mini was in Sushil’s arms and was being tongue-kissed by Sushil. His hands were kneading her buttocks and he was grinding his obvious bulge against her flat stomach.

On seeing Asha, Mini immediately broke away and grinningly said ” Sushil is going away tomorrow, so today is our last day together for a long time” as if to explain their amorous actions.

Asha felt jealous and responded, “I think I should leave you lovebirds alone”.

“No”, said both Sushil and Mini in unison.

He has promised me that he won’t let me get any sleep tonight” said Mini, giggling mischievously.

Asha immediately reddened at the thought of Sushil fucking Mini all night. Her husband Rajesh finished their love-making faster than it took to brush one’s teeth, and once was enough for him, for two to three days.

Mini came up to Asha and whispered in her ear “Sushil is feeling horny seeing you here”. Mini laughed at the rush of colour on Asha’s face.

Now holding her face in her hand she again whispered, “Asha you make me horny too, I want to taste you”.

Saying this Mini turned Asha’s face towards her and brushed her lips lightly against Asha’s. Sensing no resistance she kissed Asha fully with her open mouth. Asha could taste Sushil’s masculinity in Mini’s kiss. Mini drew away smiling mischievously at Asha’s obvious discomfort. She took Asha by the arm and they all proceeded to a nearby coffee-shop for lunch.

On reaching the coffee-shop, Asha noticed at the way male attention focused on their table. Mini had a tight t-shirt on and her heavy breasts demanded the attention, since they seemed to be wanting their freedom from the tight fabric. Asha herself wanted to feel and see them in all their glory. She was very much taken up by Mini. Mini knew the effect she had on Asha and was dying to taste her cunt juices. She sat close to Asha and kept touching her at the slightest pretext, thereby heightening the sexual tension between them. Sushil on the other hand was quiet. He was thinking that today is the opportunity to fuck this teasing bitch. He was encouraged by the fact that Asha was attracted to Mini. This would work to his advantage.

He had a perpetual smile of a cat who ate the cream, knowing fuly well that he was going to fuck Asha all afternoon. The main discussion all through the meal centred around Asha. Both Mini and Sushil were very insistent that Asha take-up modeling. They kept complimenting on her figure and sexy face and fair unblemished skin. Mini took all this opportunity to feel her skin, her face and generally indulge in light foreplay with Asha. Asha was taken-up by their compliments and she had no resistance against Mini taking liberties with her. She was so sexually charged that she had wet her panties and was dying to get fucked silly.

They told her that she should have her portfolio taken and each one recommended various photographers. After the meal when Sushil was paying the check, Asha realized that she had left her purse in Sushil’s apartment.

On reaching Sushil’s apartment, Asha picked up her purse and started to leave, however Sushil insisted on taking a few snaps and went into the bedroom to fetch a camera. Mini pulled Asha beside her on the sofa and started talking and touching her. She told Asha that she would very much like to meet her again and take her to some good photographers. Meanwhile Sushil got his camera and asked them to pose for a few snaps. Immediately Mini started hugging Asha in the pretext of posing. So much body contact with this huge busted model was too much for Asha. She too got bolder and started feeling Mini. This was all the encouragement Mini needed and soon she was tongue-kissing Asha. Asha was whimpering with passion. She had never been kissed by a woman before and was savoring her softness. Mini was now taking small bites on Asha’s ear, face neck, Asha was on fire.

Sushil had captured all this on film and had got very excited on seeing these two sexy women go for each other. He quickly removed his clothing and stroked his fat thick prick. He separated the two women, lest he miss in on the action. On seeing Sushil naked, his muscle tone and the thickness of his shaft, Asha felt afraid. Her mind was forcing her to say ” Nooo Sushil, please don’t fuck me , I am married”, instead the words that came out were ” OOOOOH My Gawd, itsss so beeeeg, Sushhheeeeel”.

Don’t worry Asha darling, said Sushil, just hold it, it won’t bite. He brought his prick near her and placed her hand on it. Asha felt the throbbing prick and was creaming in her panties. Her eyes were wide open but her throat was dry. Mini sensing Asha’s predicament, quickly brought her lips to suck Sushil’s prick. But Sushil only wanted Asha and firmly pushed Mini aside motioning to her to take the camera. To be continued… Any girls aunties interested please mail to flash: [email protected].

Hi friends this is continues part of Aasha story. Asha let out a gasp at seeing his prick. It was really a khamba and shaped like a harpoon, having no foreskin. This was the first time she had seen a circumcised prick. Asha was speechless at seeing this awesome weapon and only a gurgling sound was coming from her throat. Salim knew that women became astonished at seeing the sheer size of his prick. He had shifted his hands from her forehead and was now cupping her face while showing his prick in all its glory. Asha felt frightened and at the same time could feel her cunt juices begin to flow. She said in a low voice coming out in gasps,

“Mujhe aahn maaf uunh karo saleeeem, uunh please tum unnh chale jao.”

Salim smiled at her predicament and while massaging her cheeks said

“Mai chale jaoonga, bus tum isse haath me ek bar le lo.” Salim was well aware of the effect his prick had on women. He knew that most women were scared of him seeing his prick, he had the patience to cajole them into submission and enjoyment. On cajoling Asha again, she replied in a trembling voice,

“Pacca tum chale jaooge agar mai haath me luun gi.” Salim smiled again and said “Pucca memsaab.” Asha then brought her hand and held his throbbing prick. Her hand was so small and she could hardly hold his prick properly. Salim now asked her to open her mouth. Asha was transfixed at holding this amazing cock and did not hear him.

“Kaaisa laga pacadne mein memsaab,” Salim asked her.

“Ab apne moo mein chooso isse” said Salim. On getting no response from this frozen woman, Salim took hold of his prick and rubbed her cheeks with it.

Asha immediately said ” Nahin, tumne kaha tha tum jaooge.”

“Thodasa chooso phir mein pacca jaooga,” replied Salim.

Asha opened her lips and Salim put his prick into her mouth. When he saw her eagerly sucking his prick, Salim knew that she wanted to get fucked by him. He grabbed her by her neck and pushed his cock further in.

“Kaisaa lag raha hai mera lund, memsaab” Salim asked.

Asha was busy sucking him and only gurgled in response. He knew that she was loving it when her hands started massaging his balls. He withdrew his prick and asked her to lick his balls, which she immediately started doing. Salim now wanted to see her fully naked and told her

“Apne kapde nikal, mujhe tere mamme dekhne hain.”

Asha obliged by quickly removing her nighty and was now only in her lace panties. Seeing her milky globes getting free, Salim immediately latched onto them and sucked and bit vigorously. Asha screamed in pain as Salim was too rough kneading and biting her breasts.

Salim roughly slapped her saying ” Saali, Veena ke mamme aur choot tu chusti hai aur ab roti hai.” He then proceeded to rip her soaked panties. Roughly pushing her legs apart he sank his mighty prick into her with a strong push.

Asha wailed at the assault AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH OOOOOOOIIIIIII MAAAAAAAAAAAAA MMMEEIINNN PHHHAATTT RRAAAHHHIII HHUUNNN OOOIIII MAAAAAAA. Salim was amazed at the tightness of her cunt. Her wailing excited him and he started ramming his cock in and out of her cunt.

“Teri choot to bahut mast hai, mazza aah gaya.” He was now into a fast tempo, sinking his prick fully in and taking it almost out.

Asha had never experienced such rapid and thorough fucking before. She lifted her buttocks to meet his strokes when he thrust into her. She was in throes of orgasm after orgasm and continuously wailing, “Aahh ooohhnn UUNNGGHH UUNNHHGGG AARRRGG oohhh UUNNNUUNNHHRRGG OOHHHHHHHHHHH.” His balls were slapping her arse with each stroke. PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH Salim went on and on. When he was about to explode, he did not withdraw, and instead put his full weight on her and ejaculated deep inside her. Asha felt as if his semen would come out of her mouth. He then withdrew his limp prick and immediately put it in her mouth to suck it.

Asha tasted his semen mixed with her juices and started sucking him. She was amazed at the size of his limp prick, much bigger than her husband erect penis. Salim became erect again and flipped Asha over. He made her lie on her knees and placed his prick into her now gaping cunt. He proceeded to fuck her from behind, slapping her big buttocks as he went on and on. Asha had never been penetrated doggy style and loved it. The slapping of her buttocks along with being rammed in n out got her another series of orgasms and her knees turned to jelly and she collapsed on the bed. Her thighs and legs were quivering.

Salim made her stand up but she could not do so without his support. Asha was like putty in this short chokra boys hands or rather his prick. Having come so many times Asha felt very weak. Her body was covered with sweat, both hers and Salims. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and her knees were weak and shaking. She had received love bites all over her breasts and cheeks, her buttocks were red from Salim’s spankings. But Salim had only just begun. He lifted her and made her sit on Rajesh’s desk, clearing all the paper with one swipe of his hand. He then proceeded to lift her legs over his shoulders and positioned his prick at her gaping cunt hole.

With a grunt he pushed his prick deep inside with a hard thrust. ” AAARRRGGHH, UUUNNHHGGGHH, AARRGGGHHH, UNNNNGGRRHH” wailed Asha as he began furiously to pump her with his cock. He had penetrated deep inside her in this position and was banging away. Her already red buttocks were further getting sore with the friction of the table beneath them. When he was about to come, he withdrew his prick from her cunt and pulled her face down to ejaculate all over her hair, breasts and her pretty face. Asha could not hold her balance on the table and was about to fall down, when Salim supported her and made her lie down on the marble floor.

Asha tasted his semen mixed with her juices and started sucking him. She was amazed at the size of his limp prick, much bigger than her husband erect penis.

Salim became erect again and flipped Asha over. He made her lie on her knees and placed his prick into her now gaping cunt. He proceeded to fuck her from behind, slapping her big buttocks as he went on and on. Asha had never been penetrated doggy style and loved it. The slapping of her buttocks along with being rammed in n out got her another series of orgasms and her knees turned to jelly and she collapsed on the bed. Her thighs and legs were quivering.

Salim made her stand up but she could not do so without his support. Asha was like putty in this short chokra boys hands or rather his prick. Having come so many times Asha felt very weak. Her body was covered with sweat, both hers and Salims. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and her knees were weak and shaking. She had received love bites all over her breasts and cheeks, her buttocks were red from Salim’s spankings. But Salim had only just begun. He lifted her and made her sit on Rajesh’s desk, clearing all the paper with one swipe of his hand. He then proceeded to lift her legs over his shoulders and positioned his prick at her gaping cunt hole.

With a grunt he pushed his prick deep inside with a hard thrust. ” AAARRRGGHH, UUUNNHHGGGHH, AARRGGGHHH, UNNNNGGRRHH” wailed Asha as he began furiously to pump her with his cock. He had penetrated deep inside her in this position and was banging away. Her already red buttocks were further getting sore with the friction of the table beneath them. When he was about to come, he withdrew his prick from her cunt and pulled her face down to ejaculate all over her hair, breasts and her pretty face. Asha could not hold her balance on the table and was about to fall down, when Salim supported her and made her lie down on the marble floor.

Asha replied ” PLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE AARRGGHHH MMUJJHEE UUNNNHHGGGHH CHHHHOOORR DDOO ABHIIIII AARRRGGHH SSSSSAAALLLEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMM.”

Salim laughed at her lying on the ground and pleading with him. He replied, ” Abhi to teri gaand choodunga, kya mast gaand hai teri,” slapping her buttocks as she lay prone on the floor. Saying this he picked Asha up from the floor and made her stand. Asha was too weak to be able to stand by herself and fell on Salim for support. Salim was shorter than her but much strong, he supported her weight and lay her down on the bed on her stomach. He made her kneel on the bed with her arse jutting out. Holding her arse cheeks apart he tried to push his prick into her arsehole.

“AAAARRHHHHHHHHH AAANNN AARRNNNNNNNNNNNNN AARRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNN,” cried out Asha , as his prickhead penetrated her arse.

” Sali kabhi tere pati ne teri gaand nahi mari lakti, tabhi tau tu itna phudakti rahti hai,” said Salim as he felt the tightness of her arsehole. He withdrew his prick and spat on his finger and pushed it inside her arse.

“OOOOUUUU MMMMAATTT KKAARROO SSSSSAAALLLLLEEEMMMMMMMMMM,” cried Asha. But this chokra boy was a master at buggery and he did not hesitate and pushed his prick deep inside her.

Asha wailed, “AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH MAAAIIIII MMMAARR GGGAAIIIIII, MMMMMUUJJJHHHEE TTTUUUMMMM PPHHHAATT RRRAHHHEE HHHOOO SSSAALLLEEEMMMM.” Salim was too excited at her wailing to stop now. He pounded and buggered her virgin arsehole. Asha had tears rolling down her face as she was repeatedly assaulted by this chokra boy. Salim soon ejaculated inside her and withdrew his limp prick out. He left her room, as she was deliriously sobbing on the bed.

When he returned to his quarters, realization of what he had done dawned on him. He quickly packed his belongings and fled the house. Meanwhile, the time was around 1.30pm and Asha’s father-in-law arrived back from the funeral. All through the day his thoughts had been on fucking his daughter-in-law.

He quickly reached her room so as not to waste any further time. On reaching her room he was aghast at what he saw. Asha was lying naked on her bed, sobbing softly, with bruise marks and semen stains all over her.

She was bleeding from her arse. She saw him and started crying loudly. He hugged her naked body and asked her who had done this to her. She told him that Salim had raped her. This girl whom he was dying to fuck and been having it out with the chokra. He thought, first with somebody else, now the chokra and god knows who else. He quickly ran to the servant quarter to find him. Seeing that he had fled he returned back to Asha. He sized up the situation when Asha pleaded with him not to tell Rajesh or anybody else. He agreed and helped her bathe in hot water and dress up. Next he himself cleaned up the room so as not to leave any evidence of the fucking she had received. Hope you enjoyed any girls aunties interested please mail at [email protected].

The speed with which the clouds gathered and the skies opened up took me by surprise. I was on my scooter, driving back from a work-related assignment in a village about 100 km outside of Delhi. Usually, I’d take the car for such a distance, but it refused to start in the morning.

I expected to return before sunset, but the assignment had taken longer than expected and by the time I got done, the villagers insisted I have dinner before leaving.

So there I was, on my scooter, close to 10 pm on a narrow local road when it started raining cats and dogs, as the cliche goes. Since it wasn’t the time for monsoons, I expected the rain to stop soon, so I just pulled over by the side of the road and stopped under a tree.

Half an hour later and the rain still had not let up. I was completely soaked, even under the tree.

I thought of calling home for a rescue from my predicament. As I reached into my purse to take my cellphone out, I felt a certain dampness. That’s when I realized I had taken my fabric purse, which was obviously not waterproof. The cellphone was also wet, and had conked off.

Great, I thought to myself. Stuck here without a working cellphone on a highway late at night. Some vehicles were passing by. I thought of flagging one down.

But there had been so many news stories recently about a group of men in their cars or SUVs kidnapping women from the roadside, that I did not feel comfortable doing so. I decided the best course of action was to drive until I reached some village, and then make a call from there.

So I got on my scooter and drove for about half a km when putt..puttt..putt…hisssss.

The scooter engine just stopped with some ominous noises. I tried to restart it. Even tried the manual kick-start. Did not work. Great. As if things couldn’t get any worse. Now I was soaked to my skin, with my scooter and cell phone refusing to work, stranded on a deserted road at almost 11 pm.

I stood there re-evaluating the option of flagging down a car. The rain had gotten even harder now, definitely the heaviest downpour in the region in years.

Finally I decided to take the chance and stood by the edge of the road waiting for some vehicle to pass by. Nothing. Zip. Nada, for about 10 minutes. Not a single car or truck. Was I in the twilight zone, I wondered. That’s when I noticed a guy on one of those old rusty bicycles approaching from the Delhi side.

He was wearing a raincoat, and had his eyes on the road, so did not notice me immediately. I called out to him and he stopped. Crossed the road and came close to me.

“Hello…. my scooter has broken down and my phone isn’t working either. Do you have a cellphone on you?” I asked in Hindi.

The man pushed his hood back. He was bald and in his 40s. Wiped the water from his face and replied in Hindi,

“Cellphone? No. I don’t own a cellphone. But I am a mechanic. Want me to take a look at that scooter?”

“Oh, thank you. It will be great if you can fix it.”

He got off his bicycle, and started examining my scooter.

“Why are there no cars at all on this road?”

“It’s a pretty bad storm, Madam. Trees fallen all over. The road is shut on the Panipat side about a km that way. And on the Delhi side a couple of km that way. I was just cycling back home from the garage I work at. It’s just a km away.”

This did not sound good. If the road was closed both ways, how was I to get home? The man realized what I was thinking from the worried look on my face and said,

“Don’t worry about the Delhi side. They were saying it will be cleared within an hour. It’s not a very big tree, they say.”

He looked under the scooter a few times. Took the toolbox out of the side-box and puttered around. Tried to start it a few times. And then said to me,

“Sorry, Madam. There is thingummy thingummy with the thingummy of the thingummy and we need a thingummy”. Well, that’s not exactly what he said. But I am a total dunce when it comes to automobiles so he might as well have said that and I wouldn’t have understood it any less.

“Alright, so can you fix it?” I asked.

“No, not here. Don’t have the tools and parts for it. But if you like, we can go to my garage. It’s just a km away. We’ll get there in no time. There’s also a phone in the garage, so you can call someone and have them pick you up.”

That sounded like the best possible option. So we set off on foot towards his garage. Him dragging my scooter, and me rolling his bicycle along.

“So Madam, if you don’t mind. What is your name?”

“Mukta” I replied, and out of courtesy asked him, “and what is your’s?”

“I am Zahid Qureishi. If you don’t mind my asking…. what is a young lady like you doing here at this time? We usually don’t get Delhi ‘memsaahibs’ in our parts.”

“I had some work in a village near Panipat. Was driving back when this storm started.”

“Yes, this storm is really unexpected. Never seen it rain like this even in the monsoons.”

He stayed silent after that, but I noticed that he’d keep stealing glances at me. I had been so preoccupied with thinking about the scooter and how to get home, that I didn’t realize how completely soaked I was. Fortunately, as I always do while on village assignments, I was wearing a very conservative salwar-kameez (google it if you don’t know what that is), with a long scarf around my neck and chest.

But even so, being as soaked as I was, the fabric was hugging some curves of my body more tightly than it ever would.

Nothing too scandalous, mind you, but I am sure it was titillating enough for a middle aged car mechanic like Zahid. His name indicated he was Muslim and Muslim women in those parts dressed very conservatively. So I must have been quite a sight for him.

I tried not to think too much about it though. Apart from a few glances, which were perfectly normal for any male, he had been very polite and well-behaved. I did not feel threatened by him at all.

Finally we reached the “garage”. I use quote marks because calling it a garage would be too effusive. It was just a small tin shack, probably no bigger than the average bedroom. There was a rusty signboard on top saying “Madinaah Atto Garriage” with some arabic phrases on it.

Zahid put my scooter on its side-stand and banged the metal door of the shack.

“Who is it?” came a thick voice from inside.

“Mansoor, it’s me Zahid. Open up.”

The door creaked open and out peered a man I guessed to be Mansoor. He was shirtless and wearing a dirty pair of boxer shorts. He was a small man, shorter than me, and I am just 5 ft 3. Had a thick beard, and curly gray hair. I’d guess him to be older than Zahid, maybe in his 50s.

“What happened?” he asked, staring at me.

“This is Mukta Madam. She was driving back to Delhi when her scooter broke down. I saw her when I was going home, so brought her here.”

“Hmpfff… OK… bring it in.” Mansoor said and opened the folding doors completely. Zahid and I walked in. It was, as I said, a small shack. There was a small mattress in the corner where I guess Mansoor slept. The rest of the shack was filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools.

The whole place also reeked of something I couldn’t quite place… probably just grease and male sweat. In another corner was a chair with a table, and on top of the table, a telephone.

“Can I use the phone?” I asked.

“Yes sure.” Mansoor said as he started opening the scooter’s casing.

I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. Silence. No dial tone.

“There is no dial tone” I said.

Mansoor came over and took the phone from me. As he did, I could not help but notice his still shirt-less torso. It was hairy, and he had a big pot belly. There were some stains of grease on his belly, chest and arms.

“I guess the storm knocked the lines out.”

“Oh. Is there someone close by with a cell phone?” I asked.

“There’s just our garage and two other shops here – one a tea stall and another for hardware. Both are closed, and the guys who run them don’t stay in the shops like me. You will have to walk a couple of km that way for any other shops or houses.”

I weighed my options. It was still raining pretty hard. I could walk to the other shops. But maybe I could just wait for these men to fix my scooter and then drive. Zahid was already working pretty hard at it. Mansoor went and stood next to him and they started discussing whatever was to be done.

That’s when my sneezes started. Achoo’s after achoo’s. About a dozen or so.

“Looks like you are catching a cold because of your wet clothes.” Mansoor said looking at me. “If you want, I can give you a clean shirt and a lungi to change into.”

“No, that’s fine. I can wait. It won’t take long to fix this anyway, right?”

“It will take about an hour, and…”

He was interrupted by another bout of sneezing from me. After my sneezes subsided, he looked pointedly at me. I could feel the sneezes getting worse. I decided that it would be stupid to risk getting pneumonia when there wa an option to change out of my wet clothes.

“OK I suppose I should change.”

Mansoor went to the corner and opened a box. He took out a towel, a relatively clean t-shirt, and a lungi. A lungi, for those who don’t know, is a sarong-like wrap that many Indian men wear. He gave it all to me and said,

“As you can see, there is no other room. You can change in here. Zahid and I will wait outside.” They walked out and I went to close the door. It was just a rusty bolt which I slid into the loop. There was a nail hanging from a thread from the bolt.

The purpose of the nail, as I later realized, was to be inserted into a hole at the end of the bolt, to act like some sort of a lock. I didn’t realize it then and left the nail hanging as it was instead of inserting it into the hole. Which, ironically, lead to further events.

I should have moved to the back of the shack to change. But whether it was the greasy smell or just laziness, I did not. I started changing just a couple of feet inside the closed door. I then took off my salwar and kameez which were by now dripping with water.

I thought for a second about keeping my bra and panties on, but they were too wet. So I took them off too, and got completely naked. I took the towel and started drying myself. I was drying my hair when it happened. The wind suddenly picked up, and the door started shaking from the wind.

A big and audible gust of wind came and as if in slow motion, I saw the bolt sliding back under the pressure. In what must have been just a second, but felt like an eternity, the bolt slid back completely and the folding doors opened with a bang.

Zahid and Mansoor who had been standing with their backs to the door were startled by the noise and turned around.

I stood there motionless with my hands holding the towel to my hair, as Zahid and Mansoor

stared at me dumbfounded. There I was, completely naked. In front of two men I had just met.

I was caught in two minds about what to do. Whether to cover myself up or close the door. My first instinct was to grab whatever I could and cover my nakedness. I had grabbed and picked up my salwar and kameez which were bundled together on the floor at my feet.

I held them in front of me and then ran forward to close the door again. Which was a big mistake.

The gusty wind which had blown the door open was still blowing strong. My hands were wet and slippery, as were the clothes. So the gust of wind blew my salwar and kameez out of my hand and outside on to the street and into the darkness.

And once again my nakedness was visible to the two men who were still standing rooted to their spots, a few feet away from the door. I now decided to close the door first. Because of my hair getting in my face, I was struggling to pull the door back against the wind gusts when WHOOOSHHH… something else flew by me.

The shirt, towel and lungi that Mansoor had given me had also flown out. Those were the last possible things to cover myself with. I could now think of no short term fix to my visible nakedness.

I sank to the ground, wrapped my hands around my folded knees, and hid my face in them, hoping this would at least hide my boobs and pussy. The face was hidden mainly out of shame. In a few seconds I heard someone walk in and close the door.

I also heard a chuckle, and then realized, I had heard only one set of footsteps. I looked up and saw Mansoor putting the nail into the hole of the bolt.

“You didn’t put this nail in, did you? I thought it was obvious that’s what it was there for.” he said. I just started at him, red-faced. “Well, Zahid is out there running after your clothes to get them back. Good man, that Zahid. Always does the right thing. I, on the other hand, just had to have another look. Hehe. Come on, don’t be shy. I’ve seen everything anyway.”

Mansoor was now standing right above me. He was fully drenched, as were his boxer shorts, and his erection was adding to the effect, leaving little to imagination. I could not help but stare at his penis and testicles outlines through the wet shorts. Which turned out not to be a smart thing because he noticed what I was looking at and said,

“Oh, that interests you? Well, fair’s fair. You showed me everything, so the polite thing would be to do the same.” and in one motion he slid his shorts down. I stared even harder. His dick was circumcised, like all Muslim men. I had so far been with only Hindu men, and the only circumcised dicks I had seen were in porn films.

I had often fantasized about what it would feel like to touch one, take it inside, maybe even suck it. This train of thought was running through my head as I, almost involuntarily, reached out and touched the head of his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it and shook it around playfully.

Almost at once, the realization of what I was doing hit me and my hand froze. I looked up at him with trepidation.

He seemed at a loss for a few seconds. So far his behavior was mostly about bravado and arrogant needling. He probably expected me to feel shy and shrink back. And frankly, I would have expected the same from myself. But my unexpected reaction had surprised him as much as it surprised me.

We were motionless like that for a few seconds. I staring at him with his dick in my hands, and him standing there staring back at me. Who moved next would be crucial in deciding the turn of events. If I had shrunk back, or maybe yelled at him, he would certainly have backed off. But my motionlessness gave him the opening he needed.

He bent down, grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face towards his dick. I let go of his dick as it hit me on the cheek. He pushed my head back and pulled it again, this time the dick hit my closed lips. I looked up at him, and our eyes met.

He gave me a stern look, a primal dominant male look which I tried to return with a laboriously mustered up look of resentment. Then he smiled and cocked his head to turn his gaze lower. I followed his gaze and was shocked at what I saw. My left hand was fingering my clit. And I was now on my knees. My body was reacting entirely on its own without keeping me updated.

“Heh..hah…hahaha” Mansoor started laughing. I couldn’t help breaking into what they call a shit-eating grin. I felt his grip on my hair get tight again. He pulled my head towards his dick. This time I opened my mouth and let it in. Immediate reaction – gag reflex.

A combination of the strong stink of his dick as well as the fact that he had thrust his cock all the way in and probably hit my tonsils. He took the dick out. I turned my head coughed a little. Then turned back to face his dick.

Took it in my right hand and started sucking on it slowly, using my usual blowjob technique. The foreskin-less head that I had encountered for the first time felt nice, almost like a big lollipop. I took it out occasionally to glance at it, gave it a peck or two. I was like a little kid transfixed by a new toy.

Mansoor was now moaning in pleasure and running his hands through my hair. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying this blowjob. I had been sucking for a couple of minutes when there was a knock on the door. Mansoor clucked his tongue in annoyance, and said,

“That is Zahid. Damn, I forgot about him.”

He took the three steps to the door, and opened it. Zahid rushed in, holding just my bra in his hand, and closed the door.

“Sorry Mukta Madam, the rest of it just flew away. This was stuck in a tree so…….” his voice trailed off as he took in the scene in front of his eyes. Mansoor was standing there naked with his dick erect. I was on my knees with my left hand still fingering my clit. He looked at Mansoor and me turn by turn, and then said, “Oh…. I see.”

“Been years since we banged a chick together, old friend.” Mansoor said, slapping him playfully on the back. He then walked past me towards the mattress and lay down on it. He then beckoned me to go to him.

“But… is she… I mean..how come..” Zahid tried to string a sentence together, “You’re not forcing her, right?”

There was silence for a couple of seconds. I realized Zahid was looking at me for an answer. With this break in the proceedings and Zahid’s question, I had suddenly become doubly aware of the situation. I had been willingly sucking a strange man’s dick, a fat old stinky hairy mechanic’s dick, and had been fingering myself while at it for good measure.

Had I been forced? Zahid’s question gave me an exit route if I were to take it. I momentarily even considered it. But the work my fingers had been up to down there had put me in a different state of mind altogether. The normal demure Mukta who had struggled a few minutes back to cover herself up and close the door had seemingly been carried away by the gust of winds with the clothes.

This Mukta was possessed, consumed by the most animalistic and basest of instincts.

I got up from my knees and stood up. Slowly walked towards Zahid. Took the bra from his hands and flung it into some corner. Then I turned around, and walked towards Mansoor, swaying my hips exaggeratedly, giving Zahid a great look at my butt.

I reached the mattress and got down on my knees between Mansoor’s spread legs. Bent down and resumed my blowjob.

Zahid did not need an engraved invitation after this. He was out of his clothes in a jiffy and was on his knees behind me. He fondled, pinched and slapped my tight round butt for a while. Then put his finger in my pussy, and chuckled at the wetness. And very soon, ahhh… a cock in my pussy. It had been weeks.

After experiencing how a circumcised cock feels in the mouth, I was now experiencing it in the pussy. Not too different in the pussy, I must say. But there was much more to Zahid’s cock than just being circumcised. There was girth, the sort that I had never experienced before.

Zahid drilled me hard and fast. His hand kept moving from around my waist, up my back, playing with my boobs, back to my waist, grabbing my butt flesh and so on. His intense fucking distracted me from my sucking and I was just holding Mansoor’s dick in my mouth.

Mansoor took the lead then. He got on his knees, grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. I was being pistoned hard at both ends, and was experiencing a never-before bliss. Mansoor then started with his smack talk,

“Oh yes, oh yes, you randi, you slut. You like this don’t you, you Hindu bitch? You like being fucked by two Muslim dicks. Don’t you? Don’t you? Answer me, slut.” and he took his dick out of my mouth.

“Mmmm…hmm…AHHH” I moaned in response as Zahid was hitting the right spots and the right tempo.

“Say it, bitch. Say you like being fucked by Muslim dicks.”

“Yes…OOOO…AAHHH…I like…AHH..MMMM…being fucked….AHHHHHHH…by Muslim dicks. Ohhh Zaaaaaaaaaahidddddd” I yelled as the first orgasm hit me. I don’t know if Mansoor making me acknowledge the taboo nature of this encounter played a role in it, but I had an extremely intense orgasm. I yelled and shuddered as it lasted longer than usual.

“Hear the Hindu bitch scream with pleasure.” Mansoor said triumphantly “Bet she is a brahmin bitch too. Are you? Are you a brahmin slut?”

“Yesssss” I exhaled. Zahid was still at it. His longevity amazed me. No one I had slept with before could keep going this long at this pace and tempo. With some starts and stops, and some change in pace, yeah, many had lasted longer. But Zahid was able to keep going at the same pace, even with the friction that his thickness and my relative tightness must have generated. Amazing.

Mansoor meanwhile resumed fucking my mouth. In a couple of minutes, his grip on my hair tightened even more and I realized what was about to come. Within seconds, my mouth was flooded with a big load of his cum. It took me three gulps, but I swallowed it.

“Wow, look how easily she swallows, our little Brahmin whore.” Mansoor said. He took his dick out of my mouth, and used my hair like a napkin to wipe it off “Good for fucking and for cleaning, HAHAHA” he added. He then backed away and sat there looking at us. Zahid continued fucking me. It was now close to twenty minutes, I thought to myself in the lustful haze, and he hadn’t paused at all, even for a second. As if on cue, he paused and took his dick out of my cunt with a small plop sound.

“Get on your back.” he said, “I want to look at your face.”

I turned around and got on my back. Zahid put his knees on either side of my butt. He then took my feet at put them on his shoulder. Then with his hands grabbing my boobs hard, he rammed his dick into me again. And I almost came again. At this angle, he had reached even farther inside and touched places that had never been touched. And he started yet again, at that hectic pace, fucking me.

“Zahid-miyaan.” Mansoor said, “Good to see your stamina has only grown with age. But remember, you already have six kids. You don’t want a seventh, do you, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know.” Zahid replied even as he kept fucking me. “I’m not planning on cumming inside her. Unless she wants it.”

“AHHH….I am…MMMM….OHHHH… on the pill. You caAAA….can..MMMHHH… cum inside.” I managed to get the sentences out. I really was on the pill, and the way this man was fucking me, I wanted him to cum inside me.

“Haha, of course she is. That’s how all these Brahmin sluts are. Taking pills so they can go around screwing Muslims they like.” Mansoor said.

“Will you shut up about the Brahmin-Muslim thing? I’m sick of it.” Zahid said, partly in embarrassment. But it probably did have some effect. He took his hands off my boobs and put them around my thighs. Still on his knees, he straightened up from the waist, lifting my butt off the mattress, and started ramming my cunt even harder. I sensed what was about to happen, and realized this change of posture had started my own orgasm. Zahid thrust his hips ahead, then back, ahead then back. My whole body moved with him as we both had our orgasms.

Zahid exhaled loudly, let go oh my feet and stayed like that on his knees. I was still writhing with the after-shocks of my orgasm. I could still feel his dick hard inside me for about a minute more. He finally took it out and sat there. I took my hand to my pussy and could not believe the amount of jizz that was coming out of it. I sat up, unsure of what to say. Zahid seemed to be thinking the same thing. And Zahid’s rebuke had temporarily shut Mansoor’s mouth too. Mansoor did however, come close to me and start playing with my breasts.

“Let’s work on her scooter.” Zahid said, and Mansoor reluctantly let go of my boobs and followed him. They both put their clothes on and started working on the scooter.I lay there on the mattress for a while to regain my breath. It was still raining, but the intensity had clearly waned. I got up and walked towards the table. Picked up the phone’s receiver. Ah. The dialtone was back. Phone lines were back up. Dialed my home number.

“Hello. Mukta here.” I said.

“Mukta, where have you been? I was worried sick!” my husband said, clearly worried.

“Sorry honey.” I replied, “It started raining very hard and the roads got dangerous, so I decided to turn back and return to the village to wait the storm out. But my cellphone got wet and stopped working. And the landline connections were down too, so could not call.”

“Oh okay. Thank heavens you’re safe. I was really worried. So should I come there and pick you up? It’ll take me just two hours.” hubby dearest asked.

I felt something poke my butt. I turned around to see Mansoor, naked again, with his dick erect once more, grinning at me. He put his finger on my clit and bit my ear, silently chuckling.

“No, that’s fine.” I said, struggling to sound normal. “They have put me in a small guesthouse of sorts here. I will be fine. I don’t want you to drive in these conditions. I’ve heard there are many fallen trees blocking the road. Plus, you have to work tomorrow. Just go to sleep. I’ll come back in the morning. Good night, honey.”

Mansoor’s finger at my clit had now found just the spot and it took monumental effort to say that whole statement normally.

“OK, good night. And take care. This is the number I can reach you at? The one you called from?”

“Yes, honey. Bye.”

I banged the phone down breathlessly, and yelled at Mansoor,

“What the hell were you trying to do?”

“Hehe. So the brahmin slut is a married lady too. Where is your mangalsutra? You take it off when looking for men to seduce?” he said.

“I don’t wear one. What do you want anyway?” I looked over my shoulder at Zahid who was still working on the scooter.

“As great as your mouth was, my dick would like to taste your cunt too like Zahid did. Something to keep us busy while Zahid fixes your scooter. Also, I was thinking, let’s not distract Zahid in here. So here’s an idea….”

Fifteen minutes later. Wet grass feels really odd and squishy on the bare back and butt, I thought to myself as Mansoor lay on top of me, his pot belly frequently brushing against the bottom of my boobs and his bear brushing against my face, as he fucked me gradually. The rain was still falling, but was now down to a drizzle. We were fucking under a tree, about 50 metres away from the garage. I had never fucked outdoors in the rain before. Mansoor was not as good at fucking as Zahid, but was decent enough.

“Ahh…that’s a tight little cunt you have, Brahmin slut. What’s the matter, your husband’s Hindu dick is too tiny?” With Zahid not around, Mansoor had returned to his offensive smack talk. But the offensiveness was oddly turning me on. And making me talk back some smack too.

“Unhh… why are you so obsessed with my being a Hindu Brahmin, you dirty old man? Fucking Muslim women must be like fucking a dead fish.” I said as I put my hands on his butt and pulled him deeper inside.

He seemed surprised at me talking back. He paused for a bit, and took his dick out. He pushed my butt sideways and said,

“On your knees, Hindu whore. I will now fuck you like a dog fucks a bitch.”

I smiled wryly at him him and did as he said. He first spanked me for a bit, mouthing more obscenities. Then he pummeled my pussy for a while more. I was about to orgasm. Probably sensing that, he suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out.

“Argghhh… why did you stop?” I yelled at him at looked back. “I was so close.”

“Give me your left hand” he said.

“What?”

“Just give it to me.”

I did as he said.

“Now you’re right hand.”

It took some effort but I did. He held my wrists together behind my back, and my shoulder was mid-air. He gently pushed it down. My face was now on the wet muddy grass, with my left cheek touching the ground. That’s when I felt it. His dick touching my asshole. Surely he wouldn’t.

“No, not there!” I yelled and tried to struggle. But his grip was strong.

“Yes there. That’s what you get for talking trash to me, bitch. Know your place.”

And he pressed it into my asshole. It’s not like I hadn’t had anal sex before. I had. But it had been a while. So it hurt initially. But after a couple of inches had gone it, it was like my asshole remembered how it is done and relaxed.

“Damn, look at how easily it went in. You really are a whore. You clearly have done this before. Why the drama then?”

It felt the weird kind of good that anal sex always feels. The pleasure more mental than physical. As it happened, he didn’t last too long after that. Shot his load into my asshole and then just lay there on top of me. We walked back to the shack. Zahid was sitting there, and my scooter had been put back together. I checked the clock. It was almost 2 am.

“The scooter is fixed. And the rain has almost stopped You can go if you want. But somehow I doubt you will leave this soon.” Zahid smiled at me. I smiled back and said,

“Well, you heard what I told my husband. I am supposed to be in the village. So I can’t go home right now. Is there room for me to spend the night here?”

“Hahh… considering what we have in mind, we don’t need too much room.” Mansoor interjected. “Zahid, this bitch has a fine asshole too. Remember how we sandwiched that whore in Ambala that time? I think that’s definitely on the cards. Just give me twenty minutes to recover.”

“Hope you don’t mind us getting a head start then.” Zahid said as he took me to the mattress. He took his clothes off and lay down on his back. I climbed on top of him, took his dick in my cunt and started riding him. He started thrusting upwards. Mansoor stood close to us, staring, and rubbing his dick.

They did sandwich me in a while. Zahid in my pussy and Mansoor in my ass. And it felt fulfilling. We took a nap after that. But Mansoor woke me up in an hour and started fucking me. Zahid also woke up and joined in. That’s how it went all night.

In the morning, my pussy was sore, as was my asshole, so I slept in an they kept the garage closed. Zahid and Mansoor went and searched my clothes and brought them back. I had one farewell fuck each with both of them, and left for home. I promised to come back and spend another night with them, but never did. But often when I pass by their garage on my way to some place near Panipat, I am reminded of that crazy night. And I feel tempted to stop and look in on them. So far I have resisted the temptation. But if ever I am unable to, I will keep you posted.

Dear ISS readers.. My name is Sumit from Kolkata. I am 31 yrs old. My height is 5’ 3” working in a PVT firm. Please do respond and encourage me for more stories… Once I was alone at my home in day time. The bell rang; I opened the door without seeing from the eye-glass. I was wearing nothing but a skin tight Bermuda with bare chest. There I saw a nice sales girl with some ladies under garment products. She looked beautiful with a friendly smile in her face. As I love nice girls gave a smile and said hi.

She told her new company name and they are promoting ladies under garments door to door. She enquired me about any ladies in the home. I planned immediately to take a chance of the situation. I told her nobody was here except me, but I want to buy one set of bra and panty for my friend, if u dont mind. In the beginning she has shown some hesitation, but I managed to get her inside and offered some cold water from fridge. On the TV cute models were showing their flesh in fashion TV. Now she got relaxed completely at my sofa and enquired about the size of my friend. I told immediately that it’s the same size as yours, pointing my finger to her huge breasts. Her figure was 36-28-36.

She gave me a mischief smile and turned down get one piece, at that time I got a glimpse of her cute valley and my organ began to hard. I was not satisfied with that panty and she then tried me to show many of them. Suddenly the show on TV was about bikini, and I enquired whether you have such bikinis.

In the mean time suddenly her hand touched my organ accidentally; she had a curious look at my bulging organ. Now she got almost tired, showing each and every piece she had. She again gave a curious look at my lund and asked what type of bra you want ?

I gave a look towards her huge breast and told the black bra which she wore was quite good, as it was clearly visible from the white cotton Kameez. Now she completely understood my intention and she enjoy the situation. She told she wore it twice, but I told I don’t mind buying it.

She suddenly turned her back to me, told me to unhook her Kameez. Her tits were big and very good in shape and one would like to rub their tool in between. My hard rock lund was touching her soft tits. The feeling was great. I slowly unhooked her kameez and started to lift up, in the mean time she dropped down her Salwar. Now she was standing in her bra and panty showing her cute back beauty. She is fair enough and stunning. I turned her front and I was stunned to see her huge boobs. The pink colour niple was clearly visible from her thin lace bra.

I told you have got a good figure yaar and you can go for modeling under garments, as one of my friends is running a modeling agency. She told she is very much interested in modeling. I promised her to give a good break to her.

Now she dropped her bra, showing her cute huge boobs and turned down to remove her panty. In the process her head touched my hard rock lund. Now I loss my control totally and lifted her head with my hand, her face was so close to mine, she was breathing heavily. Suddenly I started kissing her juicy lips and squeezed her soft melons, she was moaning in pleasure, ooh.. Aah… Oh dear jor se dabana… Jor se… Aur jor se… Her sexy voice made me horny. I rolled my hands all over her body especially over gaand and squeezed them.

I moved my hand inside her panty, I felt fresh juice there. I removed her panty with my teeth and started gulping her juice. I rolled my tongue inside her chut. She cried in pleasure. Now she took my organ in her mouth and did a good blow job. Now its grown over 5’5”. She said arey yaar tumara lund tho ek dum tyar hai.. Meri chut ke under jaane ke liye… I tried to insert my lund in her chut and I found it was very tight, I applied some vaseline there and inserted fully. She was crying loudly in pleasure, I gave mind-blowing strikes and made come deep inside her.

Now she was lying behind me with complete satisfaction. Then we took bath together under shower, it was a fine experience! I applied liquid soap all over her body. She also applied soap to my organ. It became hard again. I fucked her there also. Then I offered her Veg. Sandwich and hot Coffee.

After that again I enjoy sex with her, but this time I inserted my lund in her ass hole. It was so tight too. She was enjoying each and every minute. I inserted my one finger first, then two fingers. She was horny and moaning. Ooh ! Ooh ! Aah ! Aah ! She cried. Do it fast yaar… In the meantime I was showing her some good doggy style videos in my computer. It made her too horny. Then we went to 69 position and had fun.

Now 23 years this story is nine years old and. I used to live in a small town in Tamil Nadu. The incident that I am going to narrate, rather series of incidents took place when I was in my 10th class. In our school, though it was in a small town, we had computer lab and computer was one of the subjects too. It was a girl’s school and as the town is very conservative; all the teachers were women except the computer teacher.

Mr. Swamy among my classmates, for my age, I had a grown-up figure. By the beginning of 10th class itself, my bra size was 36. I always had boys and men on the road staring at me and passing comments. In the little time in the bus, boys would touch me, press my boobs, squeeze my nipples etc. Once, the bus was so full, as I was going to the interior of the bus, a man suddenly put his hand into my pussy, or at least went beyond pubic hair. That was the first time I felt something sexual. It was for a second or two but the impact lasted long. I was agitated the whole night but did not know what would make me feel better. Now I know… an orgasm.

Therefore, in school, I loved computers and as my parents encouraged education, I was allowed to stay back in school after hours in order to work on projects etc. So here, it goes… I used to ask many questions in the class, which is why Swamy Sir took a liking for me. He used to come to my computer, lean over me, and explain things to me. It was a little uncomfortable but I never felt anything sexual about it. Then, since my project needed computer, I began staying back and would ask him questions in the class that were no relevant to the syllabus. Therefore, he started staying back in school along with me. After a week, he once commented on my smile and said that it was very beautiful.

I was very flattered and blushed very much. Next time he said that I have a beautiful face and that my smile lights up my face. I knew he was married with two daughters so it never struck to me to suspect him. Then, one day, we got our mark sheet and I did not perform as expected. So while working in the lab I suddenly started crying because I was scared to show the report card at home. He got shocked and started consoling me. I was unable to get control over myself. I was weeping and weeping. Then he put his hand on my head, brought me to himself, and gave me a hug.

The hug felt so relieving that in 4-6 seconds, I was feeling good. Then I tried to mildly let go off his embrace but he was not letting me! I did not know what to say and continued to stick to him. Then slowly he started rubbing my back, which felt good too. Then he separated me from himself and put both his hands on my shoulders. He looked at me, smiled, and planted a kiss on my forehead. The he touched my hands from my shoulders to my palms as if going to explain something. To my surprise, his hands went from my palms to my knees! We were sitting on stools. By then our stools were quite close to each other’s. Then he parted my knees and pulled my stool even closer. I did not understand anything of what was going on. Then he asked me to take off my belt so that I will feel a little relaxed.

It was a little humid in there and so I was adjusting my tunic to let air go in a subtle manner. He noticed it and he said, “Why do you wear so many clothes? Isn’t it hot?” Then I said that we have to wear. For some unknown reason, that small talk relaxed me a bit and I giggled. Then he said, “Your bra looks too tight. Doesn’t it hurt?” I was taken aback and did not know what to say. Then, as if it was a very innocent question, he asked, “Why do you wear bra?” I flushed and said that Amma wants me too because I must hide my parts. Then he said, Sheetal! Things that we are ashamed of must be hidden. What you are talking about is beautiful. They must not be considered shameful. Saying so he said, “let me touch them and I will show you how beautiful they are.” I was scared but he was so close to me that even before I realized, his hands had moved towards my breasts.

I was partly shocked and partly shy and mostly afraid to say anything against my teacher. Therefore, he held my round firm big boobs. I felt different. It was nice in some way. Suddenly power went off and we came to our senses and the time was 5:30! We went back home. Next session, we were going through the project on the screen then he put his arm around my shoulder and starting gently pressing my boob with my arm. That way, he aroused me in a very effective manner. I raised my hand to point at something on the screen when his hand again slipped to my boob.

I did not say anything. He did not remove his hand. Then slowly, like as if it were cotton, he started pressing my boob. After sometime, my resistance vanished and my body slumped. Then he turned me towards himself and said, “I have not seen breasts as big and beautiful as yours. When you walk in the corridor, they heave so beautifully on your chest, I always want to feel them and hold them.” On Wednesdays and Fridays, we wore shirt and skirt while on other days we wore tunics. That day was a Friday. Therefore, it was so easy for him to simply unbutton my shirt and look at my full breasts tightly held in place by the bra. He slowly snapped the bra off. I covered myself with my arms as soon as that happened. Then he stopped me from doing so and made me bare my breasts to him.

He looked at them for a while. All this unknown experience made my nipples hard and they were very obviously erect. He then held them both and sucked gently at both the nipples. I felt a shock, a bolt of thunder go down to my spine. Then he laid me on the floor and started sucking them again, increasing the pressuring every time. It would hurt but it was so pleasurable that I never told him to stop. Then his hands crept up my thighs and he realized that the skirts we wore have dividers and nothing could be done then. Therefore, he continued to play with my breasts and started kissing me so sweetly and kindly that I could resist none of his moves.

Then he said he would make me feel something nicer if I came the next day. The next day was tunic day. He did the whole thing as the previous day and while on the floor, and put his hand inside my panty. This was the first time I resisted but he said he would show me heaven. In a naughty way, that was the best decision I ever made. Oh my God! It was better than heaven. I had an orgasm! In the next few weeks, it proceeded to sex first and then oral sex. There was no waiting. As soon as the school bell rang, we would go to the comp. Lab and start making out. He started falling for me and would try to pass by my class as often as possible.

He started saying that he was not happy with his wife though he loved her a lot. He said that he was ready to give her divorce in order to marry me. He was ready to wait until I was a major. He gave me many presents. Both sexual and in gift form. Due to this distraction, I failed in class 10 and repeated it. It was hell at home but heaven in school. Oral, anal, what not we did. I went to college from there and would come home for holidays. You know why. We used to do it in his house during daytime when no one was there. He kept his proposal open…even today. Now, I am different. I have more needs. I live in a city and am earning well. I have had multiple partners until now but the orgasm Swamy Sir gave is next to none! May God bless him wherever he is!

Hello it’s Sam. Today I will share one of my memorable sex experience. I told u in my earlier stories that, I live in Sydney and I live in a rented house. Once I had a female housemate. She was dusky in color. Age around 20, so she is much younger than me as I am 25. But at this age, she has already experience sex. On the other hand, I was virgin then. She has a great curvy body. She is 5’3″ tall, 36″ ass & 35″ boobs. She likes big & thick black cocks, which I don’t have. That’s why she never showed any kind of sexual interest on me. One afternoon, when I was preparing for a shower, she knocked my door. I was just only in a towel & topless. As I knew her taste, I don’t mind being topless in front for her. I opened the door. Her name is Simi.

Simi: Bhaiyaa…I have some problem with my laptop. can u check?

Me: sure.

Simi: you can come after shower (as she saw me in towel)

Me: no, it’s O.k… I am coming.

I went to her room. She was wearing sleeveless top and shorts. I took her laptop on my lap and sit on her bed. She sat right next to me. She was showing me about the problem. Her dusky fleshy thighs just killing me. I covered my hard-on thanks to the laptop.

She went for drink water and I was fixing her laptop. As son as she returned, I was done.

Me: hmmm…done…come I will show you.

Simi: really!…(she sat next to me)

Me: look this is the way you can do it….

she took the laptop from my lap to her lap. I couldn’t realize that the head of my cock actually out from the towel. I leaned a bit towards her and showing her how I solve her laptop problem….

Simi: (giggle) Bhaiyaa..you are so careless now a days!

Me: careless?…why?

she looked at my face with a smile and pointed her finger to my cock head! I was shocked! quickly I pulled my towel to cover it on top of it and by doing that, I stands up. which results my towel get loosen up and I became butt naked in front of her face!

Simi: haaa haaa haaa (big laugh..she lay on her laughing)

I was feeling so embarrassed with her reaction. I ran from her room and went to shower. After shower I went out..couldn’t have courage to meet her. At night I came back. I knocked her door. She just went to bed. She told me from inside to wait a minute. She opened the door and I asked her whether I can come inside. she let me in.

Simi: Hmmm… Bhaiyaa..what happened?

Me: Simi…what happened today evening, please don’t tell anyone.

Simi: (gave a naughty smile)…hmmm…that’s the matter?

Me: (grab her hand) please?

Simi: ok..ok…bhaiyaa..won’t tell.

Me: Thanks! (I hugged her)

She was wearing black silk nightgown. As soon as I hugged her, I felt her nipples on my chest, which means she is not wearing bra. While leaving the hug, I quickly brushed my right hand from her back to waist to left ass cheeks to check whether she is wearing panties or not. And while brushing my hands, I even felt her butt crack! I thought she will slap me after that!…but she didn’t.

Simi: so.. you r checking whether I have anything underneath or not!

Me: ammm…no..no.. sorry.. just accident!

Simi: it’s ok bhaiyaa… I understand..not a baby now.

Suddenly in front of her I start undressing myself…she was just standing calm and looking my work. When I got fully naked, I took out her left boobs out for her gown by hand and start sucking the whole boob!… she was startled!…

Simi: Bhaiyaa…what u doing?

without answering I put my lips on her lips…first she refused but I put a bit force and then kissing me back!!! I opened her gown fully and let it drop on the floor…now she is also standing fully nude now…and was brushing my both hands on her big butts very fast.

I pushed her to her bed and start mixing my body with her body like mad. Without her permission I suddenly pushed my cock into her pussy hole. As she used to take big & thick cock, my cock went in very smoothly. When we are in missionary position, she realized that, my cock is inside her pussy.

Simi: (angry voice) take it out…enough..take it now.

Me: why?

Simi: I won’t do with skinny boys…

Me: you saw my everything…

Simi: that’s not my fault, it’s accident

without saying anything…I hold her both hands near her head and start pumping my cock inside her…

Simi: Bhaiyaa…won’t be good…take it now

Me: I won’t… I wanna fuck u for a long time…

After few hard storks…I couldn’t control myself and released my cum all inside her pussy! and lie on top of her.

Simi: Bhaiyaa….what u did is not good.

Me: sorry! Simi…your so hot couldn’t control myself.

Simi: is it your first time?

Me: yes!

Simi: really!!!…wow…u r virgin up to now!

Me: yes.

Simi: haa haa…ok…for your first time.. I forgive you!

Me: thanks!

Simi: ammm…bhaiyaa… I couldn’t have orgasm…

Me: u can ride on me if u want…

I took out my cock…Simi start massaging it to make it hard again…

Me: Put it in between to your boobs.

She did it..I get hard on again…now she lay me on my back and start riding me as long as she is not getting a huge orgasm…after that, we slept next to each other naked. In the morning, I woke up and couldn’t find her next to me…she came back after few minutes dressed up….

Simi: still nude?…dress up now!

Me: ya…thanks for your treat!

she kissed me on my cheek…and said it’s ok.

Me: can we do it again another day?

Simi: no….

Me: please Simi…we leave together…no gf i have…plz give me some pleasure when u r free…

Simi: O.k…but we have to make it private…i don’t anyone know I am doing sex with u…

Me: I promise… I won’t tell…

I thought my mother was a very lucky woman when he agreed to marry her. With this, our lives just changed, from one of utter poverty to one of plenty and happiness. For me he is the most handsome man ever. Tall around 6’, with a soldier’s gait, an ex-army Major, with a bristling mustache, firm steps, bright eyes, a ready smile and a pipe in his mouth. Do read my mother’s story in I.S.S titled ‘My Master Becomes My Slave’ on how she made him hers!.

My name is Yogitha, and I am 21 years old, studying for my economics degree in a nearby college. We live in a huge apartment in Kandivli West, and after my sister got married and went to her husband’s house, I have the entire room for myself. I am tall at 5’ 6” and am well developed with a 34 size bust, a slim waist at 22” and a 36 size behind. Though I am dark, boys do get attracted to me, as I am full of life- especially after this great change that came about in our lives.

I have never seen my mother so happy and full of life, as now. She was a battered wife, and we too were never spared. But ‘uncle’, as I call him, has been one of the kindest persons ever, and never has he a harsh word for anyone. He got my sister married to a very nice boy who earns well and keeps her happy and treats her with respect. I think ‘uncle’ sees to that! I am never in any want. Either for my clothes, or money or for my education.

At college, I am very friendly with a boy, who to me looks like my ‘uncle’. He had come home a few times, but my mother did not like him, as he was from another State. “It will be an unequal match between unequals” she said. I retorted, “Then, ‘uncle’ should never have married you.” She was hurt, but ‘uncle’ was smiling, though he too was not in favour as they would be clash of cultures. “You are from South and we are Maharastrian. Then, isn’t there a clash?” I asked him. “In our case it is different Yogitha. We are grown up, and clash of culture was far from our thoughts. I will look for a nice, well brought up and well settled boy from your own State, who will respect you and take care of you” he replied. I smiled but then, I let it pass.

That was the only time he and ever had an argument with me till then. One afternoon, as my classes got cancelled, I came home pretty early, and as I was about to go to my room, I heard sounds from my parent’s room. I thought my mother or ‘uncle’ may not be well, and went and opened the door without knocking. The scene that I saw froze me to the spot. My mother and my ‘uncle’ were both completely nude. My ‘uncle’ was lying down, facing up. His manhood, proud and straight was also up in the air, like a staff pole. Both his hands were on my mother’s breasts, squeezing them gently, playing and teasing her nipples.

My mother was straddling his face and whispering away. “Meri pyaare. Aur jorse. Jara dabake. Bahut pyaara arahahahai. Zaban andhar dalona meri raja’. One hand went behind her and was playing with his glorious manhood. And her one hand was tussling away his hair, her legs tightening around his shoulders. And she was gently going up and down on his mouth, her hissings filling the air

I know a bit about sex, not that I had ever experienced it, but what I saw surprised me. Oral sex was something new for me. But then these two have been deeply in love, and for them nothing mattered at that time. And they were enjoying what they were doing. They were intent in their act. I found I was wet below and was leaking away and then at her beckoning, he got up, and I then I again saw his glorious, proud manhood, so large, and in the air. I was thrilled further more and he again lay prone on the bed.

With his manhood erect and stiff and mother once more straddling him, impaled herself on him. His hands were once more squeezing her lovely round breasts, playing with her nipples, at the same time, thrusting into her. Both their eyes were closed, her knees pressed around his shoulders. And then, he brought his hand down, and with his thumb and finger he was teasing her down there. And she was repeatedly calling out his name, thrusting back for every thrust of his, and he too was calling out to her with so much love and passion, “Meri Ranji. Meri Pyaari Ranji. They were in total ecstasy and bliss.

I just couldn’t control myself, and tip-toeing away, I fled to my room, bolted it, stripped and then masturbated for the next half an hour, imagining ‘uncle’ was in me. I came thrice. After a bath I came out and saw them in the hall, having tea. “When did you come?’ he asked. “An hour ago” I said, and joined them for tea, though my mind was now how to seduce this lovely man sitting right next to me.

A woman’s mind is most fertile. She can work out situations and strategize to her advantage, and in most cases, she always come up the winner. And I, just then decided to come out a winner!

I would seduce him sooner or later and at my terms! And that day was not far off. I am sure. And as time would tell.

Some days later, my sister and brother-in-law came down on a Sunday to have lunch with us. Usually, ‘uncle’ cooks on Sundays, and his cooking is marvellous. While having our food, my sister and jeeja told us they were going to Nashik and whether any of us would be interested in joining them. My mother had some ‘vows’ to be completed at a few temples there and she said she would go with them. ‘Uncle’ arranged for them to travel by his SUV, and they left the next day itself for a week’s trip and this I when I put my plan into action.

The same afternoon, I came home around noon, and ‘uncle’ was at work on his comp, with his steaming coffee mug. “Have you eaten>” he asked. “No. I will rustle up something. You carry on with your work” I replied. But being what he is, he put the system off, got dressed and took me in his new Swift to the Mall close home. We strolled around some shops. He got me some nice dresses, lots of lovely lacquered bangles, semi precious jewellery, and some expensive cosmetics and perfumes. We then went to the Food Court and had a leisurely lunch. As we were driving back, he asked me, “Have you thought about what I told you on that boy?” “I have. I will tell you when we get home.” I answered.

When we returned, I went and took a long bath, wore all the bangles and jewellery that he had got for me, wore the new deep red skirt and top, the Spanish style earrings, light make up and went to show him. “Yogitha!” He whispered. “You look ravishing” his eyes almost popping out. I pulled up a chair and sat next to him. “Uncle. Now about that thing. I will agree to your proposal that I should marry a boy from this State. But then, I have a condition too” I said. “What is it Yogitha? I have never denied you anything. And I will not deny you this also” he said. “Is it then a promise?” I asked. “Absolutely. It is. I have never gone back on my word, have I” he asked. “Come. Tell me. What is that condition that I cannot fulfill?” He said. This talk went on for sometime, till I fixed him true and well.

“My condition is very simple. For you. Who has done more difficult things, it is very simple, and it will make us both happy and satisfied” I said. “Out with it. Don’t increase the suspense Yogitha” he replied. And then I told him.” The first man who has me has to be you”. There was absolute shocked silence in the room. ‘Uncle’ seemed to have stopped breathing. His pipe had gone out. He was staring at me. “Do you know what you are saying?” He asked. “I am sure and definite in what I am asking. I have thought this over the last few days.” I replied. “Do you know our relationship? I am your father,” he said. “You are not. Not by any remote chance. Except that you have married my mother.

My biological father was someone different. The only link that I have now is my mother. You are not even a blood relation. Look. You are from South. We are from Maharashtra. Yes. I respect you and adore you for what you have done for us. But this then is my request and condition.” I answered. He was quiet for sometime, but he still looked at me, trying to cower me down. I stared back more intent. He was the first to blink. “What will your mother say to this? And what will she think about us?” He asked. Now I knew he was softening out. Otherwise that question would never have been asked.

“She will not know from me surely,” I answered. “And neither should you say anything to her about this, if you don’t want her to know. This is between just the two of us, two adults. Then where is the problem.” I said. “How long do I have to think this over?” He queried. “Ten minutes” I replied, shocking him even further.

The day was ending, and dusk was beginning to fall. The birds were all coming home to roost. I continued to sit-in front of him, with a smile on my face. He was truly in a quandary. And then, he looked at me and first the time that evening, he smiled, his warm deep smile. I had won. “Give me ten minutes he said and went in. He came back a little later after a quick bath. “Yogitha!” He called from his bedroom. When I went in, I was not prepared for the scene in front of me.

‘Uncle’ was standing in front of the huge mirror, with just a towel around him. “Come then” was his only words. And I walked in shutting the bedroom door shut, and as I walked up to him, I quickly dropped my skirt and then my blouse, with nothing on except my deep red brassieres and panties. And I walked towards him, with tantalizing steps, moving away my hips, my large earrings swaying with my sway, a large victorious smile on my face and as I reached him, he embraced me crushing me in his arms, and his wet towel dropped to the floor, revealing to me my living Adonis! And he was not quiet.

He removed the hooks from my brassieres and deftly pulled away my panties, and I too was now completely and as naked as he. He breathed a deep sigh. “You are like Aphrodite” he said. “I never realized you had grown up so much. Yogitha! You are lovely!” Saying this, he crushed his mouth on mine, and I willingly opened it for him. His tongue darted inside and started playing with my tongue and probing my mouth, slurping away my saliva juices, and me his. I was in total bliss even then. “I love you ‘uncle’” I said, coming away from him, my hands still around his neck. “I don’t know what to say, except that you are beautiful and never have I seen one so lovely” he replied while he bent down to take my left breast into his mouth.

“Let us move to the bed” I said. “It will be more comfortable” I told him and like a Nord warrior, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his large double bed, and laid me down gently. I asked him to stand there so that I could feast my eyes on his naked form, and then spontaneously, I held out my hands to him. With a smile he came to me and kissed me deep and sure, his hands now busy teasing my small pink nipples. We kissed till eternity! And then he bent down and took my breast in his mouth. Oh! How warm and luxurious was his mouth on my breast. He held my nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue. I held his head and pulled him more into me. “Suck me my master. It is lovely what you are doing. Take all the time you want.

I want you this entire evening and night all for myself” I said. His intensity increased. And then he shifted focus to my other breast, his hand now taking over the one that he had just finished sucking. My! I was transported into a blissful stage. And my eyes closed with pleasure. My hand slowly went down and took his erect manhood. It was like a flagstaff in my small feminine hands. “How huge you are lover. My mother is truly lucky” I said. Rising up, I went down and took him in my mouth. Never did I feel the thrill that I felt at that moment. It was huge; it was lovely and it smelt nice. I didn’t realize I could take it all in and I did.

His hand was now on my head, and he was moaning away, “Yogitha! My lovely Yogitha. How masterful my love now his hand went down and stopped at the valley between my thighs. I opened them, spreading my thighs for him. I was oozing wet and when he looked at me with those lovely eyes of his and winked, I suddenly felt very shy and closed my eyes, smiling. His fingers parted my cunt lips, and his wetted his finger in my love juice and started feeling me, gently rubbing me there, and moving his finger up and down my cunt lips. Oh! What pleasure it gave me.. I held hard on him, and again turning his face to mine, kissed him deep and moist. He was sucking my lips and then my tongue, and his hands were now on my breast again, squeezing them gently, without hurting.

After a while, we broke off. He now started kissing me on my neck, behind my ears, sending tingling sensations, and then on my nose. He kissed my eyes, and then my lips, and slowly came down, kissing my breasts, teasing my nipples. He then went down and started sucking at my belly button. It was so lovely…and delicious and then he came down to my feet, sucking my toes, and then kissing my feet, and gently at my thighs. He then came to the junction between my thighs and as he kissed me there, and then, placed his mouth right over my throbbing cunt and started lapping away there. And then, gently, he parted my feminine lips with his moistened tongue and ran it over my entire length there, bringing thrills that I never knew existed. “Master. I love you. I love you. It is so delightful. Don’t stop what you are doing, my love” I said. And he, very loyally, did what I told him to do. It was sheer bliss.

He then came up and we kissed away to glory, his saliva mixed with my sexual pourings mixed with my saliva. And now he brought his hand down and parted my thighs and placed his finger at my vagina. “NO. Not that” I cried. “Why? You only wanted it” he said. “Yes. I want it even now. But don’t open me with your finger. I want your manhood to do it. For the love for you, I will bear the pain” I replied. “It will hurt Yogitha” he said. “I want that hurt, and I want to remember it all my life and never to forget who made me a woman” I answered.

This time, when he came down he licked me for a long, long time and then as he lifted his head, he saw my clitoris in full bloom like a rose bud. He put his lips around it and creating a small vacuum, sucked on it with his wet lips and flicked it with his moist tongue. And once again I was flooded from within and he lapped at it gracefully, while my hands were pressing his face into my cunt.

He got up and carried me to his large work table. He laid me there and pulled me to the edge, with both my legs dangling free. He then took hold of them and came close to me. I could feel now the heat from his throbbing, hard manhood. “Take me my master. Come into me. I am waiting for you with so much anticipation. Take me and love me” I said. And he placed himself directly at my throbbing vagina and slowly pushed himself in. There was resistance, and it was hurting. “Gently lover. But don’t remove it. I want you and want you surely” I told him. And his thrust increased. I was holding onto him and was pushing into him too. And then it ruptured and gave way. In the AC room we were sweating. Tears had formed in my eyes. He pulled himself out and kissed me away all over. “I am sorry I hurt you’ he said. “Don’t ever say that master.

I wanted it and I am glad it happened and that it was you who took my maidenhood. I love you. Now come into me” I said and then again he entered, this time there was no resistance, but being the first time for me, the passage was tight, but he gently went in, slowly and slowly, till he filled me up. And slowly again, he pulled back. And then again in. And back and the rhythm went on for some time, till I could take him in fully and with pleasure. And then the thrusts started, his and mine, gently at first, and then with vigour, deep thrusts and gentle movements.

Till my dam burst and I flooded him in my vagina. His manhood was even more swollen and now was touching my womb, sending me into explosive ecstasies. My hand was over his neck, pulling him down so that we could kiss. He was busy pounding and for the first time, while calling out my name repeatedly, he said, ‘”Yogitha. I love you. I love you. I love you”. And our intimacy increased with every passing minute, and then a stage came when I found him, stiffening, and then from him, deliciously warm liquid stared spurting deep within me. It was for me awakening into glorious womanhood from a man I love and have always wanted to be taken physically and emotionally.

We were both drained out, but we went back to bed and lying next to each other we took each other in our arms and while I was kissing him, he was playing with my breasts and then lifting his head and looking into my eyes, he again said. “Yogitha. I love you very much.” .” At this, I released myself from him and coming up I placed my mouth on his just to say “thank you” as I wanted to hear him say “I love you”. And we again kissed away to glory.