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Hooked up with 2 college girls

My college, Symbiosis, was like a playground for rich brat kids who thought they ruled the universe. It was a real-life movie with an elitist crowd.

I was a scholarship student. For me, bimbos in short skirts and cleavages were new. I had hooked up before, though.
Our class had 32 people. Only 5 boys. Rest all chicks of varying cup sizes. I was good at both studies and sports. So, I gained a lot of traction among the ladies.

The story starts with Anupama Parameswaran. Anupama was a first-year student from Gurgaon. She was short and lean with the most mesmerising eyes. She had a natural bitch face and always wore black lipstick.

Goth by face, Anupama had palm-sized boobs with sharp cleavage. She barely reached my shoulder. Her bum was average but curvaceous. Anupama often wore snug leggings and seductive crochets showcasing her curves.
She had a friend, Nivetha, a hardcore bimbo and chain smoker. Tall build and squiggly ass.

I had hots for Anupama from the start. Once, I saw her give a handjob to Anant in the first week of an ongoing class. On another hand, she was copying his assignments. After Anupama was done with him, she licked her hand with her whole tongue out.

One day, around 11 pm, I was smoking near college. I lit a joint. It was a quiet night. I was sitting on my Thunderbird. In an unexpected moment, a whisper from behind jolted me. I turned and saw Nivetha leaning against my bike. She was wearing a shirt and tiny shorts. Her cleavage was visible to her nipples.

Nivetha: Mandar, I need a puff.

Me: Knock yourself out.

I gave her the joint. Nivetha took a huge puff. Her colossal boobs swayed in the process. Her smoky cologne was in the air.

Nivetha’s boobs were jiggling every time she took a puff. I scanned her thighs inside out. She had 3 nose rings and a scorpion tattoo stretching from the chin to the nipple.

Nivetha: You come here every day?

Me: Whenever bored. I got a bike. So it is easy to roam.

Nivetha: Oh, that’s a fine ride

Me: Can you ride?

Nivetha: Yeah. But not the bike!

Me: Hahaha, you are a handful.

Nivetha: Nooo I am just drunk af

Me: Too much partying?

Nivetha: Yeah, Anupama invited Anant over. We have been boozing since 6 pm.

Me: Is it over?

Nivetha: Nah. Anupama is probably bouncing the brains out of Anant’s weeny

She did the humping gesture. Her tits jiggled.

Me: Hahaha, you didn’t join?

Nivetha: Eww, I got some standards.

Me: I can see that clearly

I gestured at her cleavage and laughed.

Nivetha: You don’t think I am hot?

Nivetha pouted her lips and squeezed her tits

Me: Well, you are hot, no doubt

Nivetha stepped close to me and sat on my bike with each leg on either side. The leather screeched as her butt slid over. I could see her thighs till her panties. She was flashing her cleavage to me. I was getting a boner as she was a busty one and had boobs the size of Anupama’s ass.

Nivetha: So, is there a girl who you fuck?

Me: I keep my cards hidden.

Nivetha: Aww, are you a virgin?

Nivetha slid and moved a little close to me. I could see a hickey in her cleavage. She smelt of whiskey.

Me: Well, I am definitely not a virgin

Nivetha: Let me see.

She bent to see my boner.

Nivetha: Aw, you got hard stuff going down there, hahaha.

Me: Well, you are a tempting view

I intended to keep it a careless chat. But my arousal couldn’t have been more apparent, thanks to my cock.

Nivetha: Were you ogling at me all this time? You perv!

Me: Not really, but how can I not see such massive and luscious jugs?

Nivetha: Haw, you loser

She hit me playfully. I chuckled and went back to smoking. Nivetha was now feeling ignored and started rubbing her body for warmth.

Me: Do you have to go back?

Nivetha: Anupama will be coming here in a bit. I don’t think Anant can take that nymph for long.

My ears were seduced hearing this. Anupama was also going to be there.

Me: Poor Anant.

Nivetha: Do you have to go somewhere?

Me: Well, not really. It’s a Friday. I will go to Heera’s for smokes.

Nivetha: Oh, I got smokes.

Nivetha gave me a cigarette.

Nivetha: You got lighter in your pants? Or just the boner, hahaha?

I almost choked on that comment. Nivetha was really easy, I suppose. I thought to myself, “Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to jerk off in my sock tonight, lol.”

I had heard rumours of Nivetha getting caught masturbating on the basin sink in the college washroom. Her little purple vibrator was a famous relic in our college.

Me: Well, you want to find out?

I just took a chance. Nivetha took a pause and looked sideways. The shops had shut down, and only one vendor was selling tea at some distance.

Nivetha jumped off the bike and pulled me. She forced her tongue into my mouth and started swirling it. Her crotch was against mine and was writhing in rhythm.

Nivetha spanked my ass with her hand. She tried to take control. However, she was drunk. So her eyes were barely open. She was cutely moaning. I gently withdrew my mouth and whispered.

Me: Hey bitch, my cock ain’t going to cum by itself.

And I mauled her ass with my nails.

Nivetha: Ah, you sick pervert

Me: Am I too much for you? There are rumours that Nivetha can make a horse cum merely with her tits, haha.

Nivetha: Oh, I don’t think you will reach my tits, my lips shall be your endgame.

Nivetha had never been with a village boy before. We come with a decent libido, unlike the wieners from big towns.

Me: Why don’t you blow me then?

I grabbed her by the teeth and pulled her down on her knees. And I sat comfortably on my bike seat.

Nivetha: Ah, you animal. Do my assignments, and I will tattoo your name on my tit, hahaha.

Nivetha was going to pass out any moment. Her head was juggling. So I just wished to get my load off before that.
She unbuckled my denim and got my cock out. Her hands felt chilly, and I could feel warm her breath on my cock.

Nivetha stretched out her tongue and circled my tip. She was definitely a pro. I had an average-sized cock. Nothing like what they show in porn.

Nivetha spat on my cock and licked me. She gave me a death star while she took my tip inside her mouth. Nivetha was smiling devilishly. I couldn’t hold the tease any longer.

Me: Let me teach you something, babe.

I unbuttoned her more and grabbed her by the hair. And with all my weight, I shoved my cock deep in her mouth.

Nivetha’s eyes popped. I started pushing her head on my dick. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. Her blue eyeliner was a mess.

I could feel her tongue going down slowly and her eyes shrinking with each thrust.
Me: Come on, Nivetha, you can do better.

In reality, I was very close to cumming. But I held on to nutting. The bitch had me going fast. I got off the bike.

Lowered my pant a bit more and started to face fucking Nivetha. Her hands had given up. Her grip on my legs was weaker. She was going to pass out.

 

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With a final powerful push, I was about to fill her. But I felt a tap on my shoulder. My hip froze. Nivetha was motionless, and fluids were oozing out of her. I turned and saw Anupama. Who was sneaking on us for God knows how long.

Anupama: Hey, Mister.

Me: Wtf! What are you doing here?

I was speechless. My cock had swallowed the cum. But I was still hard inside Nivetha’s mouth.

Anupama: Umm, I think you have something over your cock. Oh, right, that’s my friend.

I sensed Anupama wasn’t angry, just cranky.

Me: I think she found something worthwhile to do.

Anupama: Don’t be so cocky.

Meanwhile, Nivetha almost fell to the ground. Her mouth was leaking spit and other oozes. Her boob popped out.

Nivetha: Oops, hahaha, hey Anu.

Me: Oh God

I buckled my pants and covered my penis. Anupama was having a good time. She stole a glance at my dick.

Anupama: Help me get her on her feet.

I held Nivetha by the waist and tried to lift her. I was squeezing her tits hard. She was a heavy-ass girl.

Anupama: Having fun, Mandar?

Anupama had a sarcastic face and her stoned eyes, giving me the bitch-stare. She had an evil half-smile.

Me: Just helping you out.

Anupama: Sure, your flagpole says otherwise.

Me: You can’t blame my cock to salute a busty tramp.

Anupama: Shove your boner in your ass.

Anupama cackled.

Me: Your friend here was dying to taste my sausage.

Anupama: Uh huh. Get over yourself. With half a bottle of vodka, Nivetha could blow a corpse.

Me: Ouch.

She tried to get Nivetha. Anupama had an oversized sweatshirt on. It concealed what she wore below it. I tried hard to see, but she was too short.

Anupama: Now, help me walk her. We just stay in that building

She pointed towards an apartment just 50 feet away. Konark Nagar, it said. I lifted Nivetha and put her hand over my shoulder. Anupama did the same with the other hand.

We walked, and there was an awkward silence. I tried to break the ice, but Nivetha was only half awake.

Me: Is that Anant’s hoodie?

Anupama was a bit startled.

Anupama: No, why would it be?

Me: Well, Nivetha did mention about your little bouncy adventure

Anupama: The slut can’t keep her trap shut.

She spanked Nivetha hard, and it echoed.

Nivetha: Ouch!

We had just reached the building gate.

Me: That’s how you invite a guy over?

Anupama: All I am saying is, finish what you started.

Me: What?

Anupama: I mean, help me get her in bed.

Me: Phew!

Anupama: What was that?

Me: Disappointment.

Anupama: didn’t you cum in her mouth already?

Me: I was barely there. She is a terrible sucker.

Anupama: Haw, how dare you?

Me: Truth.

I pointed towards my already erect cock.

Anupama: Seriously?

We came near the lift. Anupama pressed the button, and we entered. She pressed 6. I pushed Nivetha’s big butt to lean on the elevator wall. Anupama saw that.

Nivetha: Ahh…

Anupama: Careful there, hahaha.

Me: It’s such spankable ass

Anupama: Is it? Let me see.

Anupama bent Nivetha a little and spanked that fat ass really hard. I was amused.

Nivetha: Daddy!

Anupama: You bitch.

Me: Nah, my turn

I rubbed my palms and landed a powerful spank on Nivetha’s buttock. It wiggled.

Nivetha: Ah, Mandar.

Anupama giggled and spanked her again. Nivetha passed out as we reached the 6th floor. We got out. I dragged Nivetha while Anupama looked for the keys. Anupama opened the door, and we stepped in.

The apartment smelt of smoke. Fairy lights twinkled. A large stack of cigarettes and crushed beer can lay on the floor. But, the highlight was a sloshed Anant, who had passed out on the couch. Shirt unhooked till his man-boobs. His pants half-pulled up, the buckle undone.

There was a used condom in his hand. Anant was snoring heavily. His belly went up and down, with half a dozen hickeys on his neck.

Anupama: You can give him a lap dance if you want. But first, can you lift that bitch till her room?

I caught Nivetha’s luscious waist and dragged her to the bedroom. Brassieres were lying around with a couple of used condoms on the floor. I left Nivetha on her bed. Anupama lifted her legs onto the bed. Nivetha was still chuckling. I wish I could jerk off on her lips. That thought made me hard.

I turned around to leave. Before I could turn, I heard the door shut. I swiftly turned around to see Anupama viciously push the door with her leg. She was touching her left boob. Her skinny hand caressed her neck.

Anupama: You really don’t want to finish what you started, hon?

Me: Wait, what?

Anupama whispered: I am naked under this sweatshirt, Mandar.

My cock went mad. It almost dripped from her voice. But I tried to cover my act.

Me: What about Nivetha? She might wake up to your loud moans

Anupama stepped towards me. She gently lifted her sweatshirt. Uff, I could see a fleshy pinkish pussy. She had the perfect waist with cute love handles.

Anupama: Now your turn, babe.

Me: Sure.

I unbuckled my denim, staring directly into her stoner eyes. I pushed my denim and my jockey in one go to my knees. I had an average-sized dick. It barely stretched to 6 inches. I wasn’t shaved at all. A couple of my hair probably made their way into Nivetha’s mouth.

My cock sprung out in a jiffy. I shook my hips a little, and my cock wiggled with it. A couple of drops of precum fell on Nivetha’s forehead, who was lying on the bed right next to where I stood. Anupama pounced at me and grabbed my cock.

 

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She stood on her heels and reached my lips. And in a second, pounded her tongue inside my mouth. My lips felt her wet lip piercings. Yes, there were more than one. Anupama was stroking my cock with full throttle. I moaned a bit in her ears.

It probably aroused her more. She started massaging my balls. Her other hand was on my chest. Pinching my nipples over my t-shirt. It was happening so fast that my hands were resting on her butt cheeks. Anupama was convulsing in full passion.

I took control of the situation and grabbed her peaches firmly. She let out a hum. I cupped her butt hard and picked her up in the air. Anupama swiftly locked her legs around me. She was still deeply kissing me. Her eyes closed.

I spanked her butt once. Twice. 3 times…4…5

Anupama squealed: Ouch, easy tiger.

Me: What’s the fun in that?

Anupama: You like kinky? I will give you kinky.

Me: Be my guest, you slut

Anupama pulled herself back and got on her feet. She climbed up the bed onto Nivetha, who was still mumbling in sleep. Anupama squatted on Nivetha’s face and took off her hoodie. And the sight was flawless.

Nivetha woke up and snorted. She made weird sounds.

Anupama was now completely naked. Her perfect hourglass of a figure was shining in the dim light. She had atleast 15 tattoos on her luscious skin. And hickeys were in abundance, too. Her boobs were big for her torso.

Anupama: Want to do it on Nivetha?

I couldn’t control my body anymore. I got rid of my pants and climbed on the bed. I removed my underpants and stuffed them inside Nivetha’s shirt.

Nivetha: Umm, is that you, Anupama?

Anupama: Shut up and lick me you whore.

Nivetha: Aah, tasty…

Anupama writhed in ecstasy. I sucked her plump nipple for a minute.

Anupama: Give something to my right boob too.

I pinched her right nipple with my hand. Anupama convulsed into an arch back. She was moaning in passion.

Anupama: Ahh, Mandar. Uff, please don’t let go.

Me: You are making me go crazy, Anupama .

Anupama: Uff, say my name Mandar.

Me: I am going to feed on you, Anupama.

Anupama: Omg, you bull, suck them harder.

I bit her nipple, and she screamed in pain.

Anupama: My turn hahaha.

She pushed me back and made me stand. She slapped Nivetha a couple of times

Anupama: Wake up slut, wake up

Anupama made me climb on Nivetha. Both legs were on either side of her boobs. My cock was perfectly above Nivetha’s mouth. My balls were touching her lips. Nivetha opened her eyes, and my cock flashed in front of her eyes. I don’t think she was high anymore.

Without any hesitation, Nivetha picked up what she left an hour ago. She was nibbling on my cock. Anupama got down from the bed and sat on Nivetha’s forehead, facing me. She wildly attacked my chest with her teeth and started chewing on my nipples.

I was in a lot of pain. But Nivetha was doing magic with her juicy lips and tongue.
Me: Ahh, you sluts.

Anupama: I thought you liked kink. Now cum fast in her mouth. I want her to wake up with your cum in her mouth.
I started stroking my cock in Nivetha’s mouth. Anupama seduced me with her dirty talk.

Anupama: Come on, baby, fill this bitch. Cum for me, hon. Stroke harder, you perv

Me: Aah, Anupama, I am cumming.

With a swift move, Anupama slapped Nivetha and pulled open her mouth. With a loud moan, I shot my thick cum into Nivetha’s mouth. It was a huge load. She almost choked on her. Anupama started licking my cum from Nivetha’s lips. She gave a passionate smooch to Nivetha.

Anupama now had a cum-moustache. I could not resist what I was seeing. So despite getting nutted, I continued stroking my cock furiously to get it hard again.

Anupama: Want some help, you loser?

Me: Suck me, bitch

Anupama crawled on Nivetha’s face and reached out to my cock. She started slurping my cock and tingling my balls. I was hard as a rock again.

I lifted Anupama and made her sleep on Nivetha. I forcefully parted her legs and position my cock on her cunt
Anupama: Ah, you are so wild, hon.

Me: Do you have a condom?

Anupama: Such a wiener. It must be in my hoodie.

Me: What the fuck? Always prepared, huh?

Anupama: Well, it was Anant’s hoodie, so the compliment goes to him.

I got hold of the hoodie. It was a sealed box. Damn, it’s an effort to open that. So I tossed it to Anupama.
Me: Open it.

Anupama started digging her teeth into it. I swiftly went down on her and started circling my tongue around her pussy. She quenched her legs.

Anupama: Mandar, don’t slow down.

My tongue unfurled each layer of her pussy and started tickling the inner top of the hole. She was going mad. I started caressing the skin around her pussy region with my finger.

Anupama: Fuck, how’d you do it?

Me: I got to practice.

And I went back to sucking her. My tongue was exploring the upper portion of her cunt. I gently inserted my index finger in her pussy too. Now, my tongue and finger were both soaked inside her.

Before I could insert another finger, Anupama quenched her feet harder around me. She grabbed my hair and squirted hard. I withdrew my head as she sprayed her juice all over her belly and Nivetha’s shirt. Anupama was panting with her eyes closed and smiling dizzily.

A fresh condom was lying on her stomach. I could not wait any longer. I quickly slid the condom on my cock. It was thin and ribbed. I picked up Anupama in my arms and got her out of the bed. Nivetha was now wide awake with my cum all over her face.

Nivetha: You slut, you stole my cock.

Anupama: Fuck off and sleep. His juices are mine. You can have him later.

I took Anupama to the living room, where Anant had passed out. I leaned her on the apartment door. I spread her hands on either side of the peephole. I spanked her ass and parted her legs.

 

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Anupama: Ah, Mandar. You made me weak, ahhhh.

Anupama’s leg was shivering. I parted her wider. I went down on her and spat hard and thick on her cunt hole.
Anupama: Take me closer to Anant.

I lifted her in the same position and shifted a couple of steps towards the left. She lifted her one leg and kept on Anant’s chest. Uff, she was the best kink addict I had met in a while. I lowered my body and placed my cock on her pussy.

She was dripping wet, and my 3 fingers easily slipped in her. I cupped her shoulders from behind. She was breathing heavily. Suddenly she stopped, and with one jerk, she twerked her ass and gave me a better opening. With full force, I thrust my cock deep into her.

It went in easy and deep. Anupama’s heels raised. Her boobs touched the wall. Both her legs were shivering.
Me: Do you like it, bitch?

Anupama: A little small, but I can feel you fully, hahaha.

Me: Small doesn’t matter, you bimbo.

With that, I started pounding her hard. I was keeping a count. Every time my crotch hit her buttock, I felt her warmth.

Anupama’s body used to stretch on her heels with every jerk.

Thump thump thump
Phach phach phach.
…21…22…23…24.

I held her thighs from behind and lifted them sideways. My cock slipped further inside her cunt. She writhed.

Anupama: Oh, don’t slow down, lift me, fuck me, kill me.
Me: 40… 41…42.

Anupama: Are you… seriously? Can you last a 70?
Me: Why don’t we find out?

I grabbed her wildly by her waist and leaned her over Anant. She was now bent in a standing position. Her hair was brushing Anant’s face. I could clearly see her asshole.

I parted her wide and lifted her one leg. Without a delay, I started pumping her pussy again. Being a petite, she was easy to manoeuvre and fuck.

Anupama: Ahh, I feel so weak.
Me: 51…52…53

Anupama: Don’t stop, speed up, Mandar, I want to cum like thunder.
Me: No problem there, bitch.

For the grand finale, I gently lifted her and carefully placed her on the floor, positioning her comfortably on her back. Anupama was mesmerised and probing my eyes with her.

Anupama: Hon, are you interested in my ass?

Me: Can you take it??

Anupama: Shut up. I lost anal virginity way before my pussy was deflowered.

Me: That’s so hot. I love tight caves.

Anupama: Here, let me warm you up a bit.

With a harsh jerk, Anupama got rid of my condom. She spat hard on her palm and started massaging my cock. Every inch of my penis was soaked thoroughly. I was feeling sloppy.

Anupama: Come on, hon, plough me hard. I want your cum leaking out of my ass in the morning.

Me: Say my name, Anupama.

Anupama: Fuck my ass, Mandar, fuck me relentlessly.

I lifted both her legs and drew near her. I placed her soft and tattooed legs on my shoulder and cupped her boobs real hard. And with a slow push, I gently entered her butthole.

Ah, I slid in smoothly. Her asshole was squeezing me.

Anupama: Yes, that’s it, baby, come on.

My hips started moving to and fro. Slowly I started thumping her ass with my crotch. Anupama was vibrating with every thump.

Me: Ah, Anupama, why didn’t we start with this? I love this cave better. I am going crazy, you goth whore. I want you more.

Anupama: Just keep pushing, ahh…

Me: 61….62…

My thrusts were getting weaker with every shove. I was almost going to cum. I squeezed Anupama’s tits and leaned closer to her. I bit her lip.

Me: Anupama, I cannot hold any longer.

Anupama: Cum inside me, fill me, come on, my ass wants you.

With a final blow, I gave an ecstatic cumshot in her ass.

I shouted: Ah, Anupama!

Anupama was scratching my back wildly with her nails. She bit my ear as I cum in her.

Anupama: Now get out of here, you man-whore, let me sleep.

I spanked her butt and left.

THE END

 

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My dad came and removed my pantie; my bra was already removed. I spread my legs, parted my cunt lips and he knelt before me and kissed my cunt mound. An electric shock passed through my body and I moaned. Dad buried his head in my crotch and started licking. I thought I would go crazy with pleasure.

Within minutes, I poured cunt juices and pulled him by the hair. “Fuck me now, d… Anand”, I hissed, I almost called him ‘dad’!

He hesitated a few seconds and then buried his steaming cock in my juicy cunt and started fucking me hard. Meanwhile, his friends were sucking my boobs and I was sucking someone’s cock. Dad lasted less than five minutes, filled my cunt and next one of his friends started fucking me.

Dad took his place and started sucking my tit.

“What is your mother tongue, darling?”, he asked me.

“It is ****, Mr. Anand,” I replied and winked.

His friend laughed and said, “Then you can converse in ****, none of us know a word.”

I asked dad, “Is it true?” He nodded and continued sucking my tit as I sucked his friend’s cock and another friend was fucking me. My mouth was free when he went to fuck me after his friend filled my cunt.

“You can take two cocks in two holes?”, he asked.

I nodded and straddled dad and pushed his cock in my cunt. I bent forward, crushed my tits on his chest, parted my ass cheeks and presented my ass hole.

“Please take the gel from my handbag, apply it on your cock and in my ass before fucking,” I said to him.
I started riding my dad slowly, looking into his eyes.

“When did you become a Randi?”, he asked me in *****.

“Six months back,” I said to him, rising slowly, pulling out his cock to the edge and again pushing it in.

“Hmmm, you are great. Are you not ashamed? After all the education and sacrifices, to be a Randi?”, dad asked.
“Are you right now unhappy that I am Randi?”, I asked him and squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles.

Before he could answer, his friend applied gel in my ass hole and pushed his cock. I bit my lip to stop me from crying out in pain.

“Are you ok?”, dad asked in concern.

I nodded my head and started riding him, as his friend was fucking me in the ass. I mastered the technique of synchronizing the speed and thrust. The third person stood over dad and was fucking my mouth; the fourth one was sucking my tit.

It was awesome. I managed to make the cocks cum almost at the same time. They were all thrilled. Though dad was uncomfortable when they were being rough or used dirty words, I assured him it was alright and I was enjoying it. Sometimes, he would tell them that I am their daughter’s age, so they should be considerate.

The whole night, one guy or another was fucking me. I am used to hard fucking by younger cocks, so I was not very tired. I was enjoying it like never before. The thought that I came into this world from dad’s cum and he was filling my holes with it, was driving me crazy. His very touch, look, and smile were making my cunt flow. My fuckers were amazed at my cunt’s wetness; it was always ready for fucking.

Next day, after breakfast-fucking, two friends left, leaving dad, me and one friend Ashok. Though we didn’t sleep, dad and I wanted to fuck more. Ashok was exhausted and fell asleep. Dad was fucking me hard and I laced my ankles behind his back and was pulling him hard so that his cock went full and our crotches were making loud, clapping sounds. When I am horny, I moan and groan a lot. I kept yelling, “Dad, fuck me harder, push it full.. Rip your whore daughter’s cunt.. I am all your, darling, hmmmmm.”

Finally, dad buried his cock and filled his warm cum in my cunt and collapsed on me. I kissed his head and gave my tit to him to suck.

He lay beside me and I patted his head and asked, “Dad, why were you so excited? Did I remind you of Mom?”
He shook head and said, “No, you remind me of my mom. Same sexy eyes, smile, same hair.”
I laughed heartily and said, “So you fucked your own mom and daughter at the same time? Did you have a fantasy about her?”.
As he was describing how he would masturbate imagining his mom and how she would change clothes in his presence, his cock became harder in my hand.
“Hmmm, I think I inherited your horniness”, I said, dreamily.
“No, you have inherited from your mom. She has an enormous sex drive and energy. Right now, your brothers and their friends must be fucking her royally”, he said. I was shocked.

“What are you saying? I always thought mom was a Sati Savitri”, I exclaimed. Dad laughed, “Yes, she is. Until you are there. Once you leave, she becomes a shameless whore. I love her. She seduced your brothers as soon as they turned eighteen. We always felt that you were innocent and should be protected”, he said.

We remained silent for a while; dad was sucking my tit and playing with my clit. I was rubbing his balls when Ashok said suddenly, “So, she is your daughter?” Dad and I had completely forgotten about Ashok. We jumped a foot. Blood drained from dad’s face.

I recovered first and told him with false confidence, “Ashok uncle, I do role play to make guests enjoy more. I play according to their fantasies; sister, daughter, mom, teacher. Anand’s fantasy is fucking his daughter, so…”

Ashok laughed and said, “Nice try, dear, but it is of no use. I remember you and Anand coming to the reception of our common friend’s son’s wedding with family. You were there. I remember you because I caught you in the washroom with the bride groom’s brother, he was kissing you and squeezing your boobs. I thought of telling you, Anand, but hesitated.”

We were silent; we did not know what to say. Silently, we put on clothes. After a few minutes, dad pleaded in a low voice, “Ashok, Please don’t tell this to anyone. I will be ruined, Mehreen’s future also will be affected.”

Ashok patted dad’s shoulder affectionately and said, “Why will I do that? I am so excited by the turn of events, will you consider my son Vijay’s alliance for Mehreen? They will be very happy and are made for each other.”

Dad’s jaw dropped. I also protested that I was not in a hurry to get married, I wanted to enjoy life.

Ashok laughed and said, “Anand, my family is also incestuous. Vijay has been fucking his mom and sister since he turned eighteen and does not want to marry since his wife would leave him when she comes to know about it. And he cannot live without fucking them. So, we are in search of a girl from incest family.”

I asked dad in ****, what we should do. He replied that there was no harm in seeing the boy and if I didn't like him, dad would find some excuse like horoscopes not matching, to wriggle out of it.

I sighed and said ok. Ashok immediately called his son Vijay and told him to cancel everything and rush to the hotel. He gave him the room number. He refused to tell Vijay what the urgency was.

I realized that I had only the sexy dress. So I rushed to a mall and bought a traditional churidar, kurta and change. We were waiting nervously, and about an hour later, the buzzer sounded.

I opened the door, and one look at Vijay and I fell head over heels in love. Vijay was like a Greek God, tall, muscular, with thick wavy hair and greenish eyes, honest, and disarming smile, he would make any woman go weak on their knees.

He misunderstood my stare and apologized, “I am sorry, my dad Ashok must have given the wrong room number…”

I came out of my trance and blurted out, “No, you came to the right place, your dad is waiting for you.”

I led him in. Ashok introduced dad and me to Vijay. Then he and my dad left for the bar to have a couple of drinks and asked us to call them when we were ready.

Vijay was uncomfortable. He said, “I don’t know why my dad embarrasses you and me. I told him I am not ready for marriage.” I laughed and said, “I also am not in a hurry. But, your dad feels I am the right girl for you.” We were silent for a few minutes, then he asked, “Where do you work?”

He jumped a foot when I said I am an escort and by sheer coincidence, landed up with his dad, my dad, and their friends. He was getting very excited when I told how we fucked and what we did. He said excitedly, “So, he wants us to get married so that I can fuck my mom and sister happily?”

I said yes, but I would continue my escort work after marriage also. He agreed to all my demands and within seconds, he embraced me, kissed me and before we realized, we were fucking!. Even when he was fucking, he called his dad to come over.

When both dads arrived, he was fucking me doggy and he told them we were okay and we will get married.

THE-END

our college tour

 

[Pranavam]

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[cockboy]

Please make on Bangladeshi Actress: Tanjin Tisha & Safa Kabir

 

[smb43]

Megha: No penetration.


He kept grinding despite Megha’s feeble protest. Precum was oozing from his dick, and it made it easier for his cock to slide between her buttcheeks.


Kishan (whispered in her ear): You need a man’s touch since your husband is away. There is no harm in a little skin-to-skin rubbing.


Megha kept murmuring, “No penetration.” It was less of an instruction to Kishan but rather a reminder not to cross the line. While her mouth weakly protested, her body was giving in. All the rubbing had made it wet. She could feel the warmth of his cock pressed between her ass cheeks.


She was longing for such attention. She closed her eyes and arched her back. This gave Kishan the signal to go further. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind. Pressed against her body, he realized how soft her ass was.


He tried to grope her breasts, but she covered them with her arms. So he did what he learned yesterday was the best way to weaken her defense. He slid one of his hands down over her clit and started rubbing it.


Megha was in a trance as she was pleasured from the front and behind. Her grip loosened, and Kishan used that opportunity to cup her breasts. Unlike yesterday, there was no cloth in his way, and he could feel the soft skin of her tits.

He realized Megha was getting close to her orgasm. So he increased the pace of grinding his dick on her ass. He wanted to cum with her because he knew she would not let him explore her body that easily once she came. Megha felt the tension building inside her body.


She grabbed Kishan’s hand, rubbed her clit and pressed it even harder. Seeing she was asking for more, Kishan pinched her nipple, and they both climaxed at that moment. Kishan shot loads of cum on her back. He could feel his warm jizz sliding down her body.


Even after he climaxed, he kept rubbing his limp dick on her ass. He was acting like a hungry dog who didn’t know when to get his next meal. Megha was too tired to protest. She was still gasping for breath. Kishan tried to make the most of this opportunity.


He stepped to her side, bent down on his knees. He started licking the breast he had been holding for so long. Her nipples were hard after all the excitement she had just experienced. She tried pushing his face away from her tits, but this was a new experience for her. She was too tired to care, so she let him have his way.


Kishan hungrily sucked on her tits. There was no way he was going to let her go without fucking her brains out. But he had to find a way to convince her. He knew that once she was close to her orgasm, she was much more receptive to his incursions.

But he would have to take things slow. Otherwise, she might push him away. After sucking on her tits for a while, he stood up and cleaned his dick in the shower. Megha had also gathered herself, and she stepped out of the bathroom before Kishan could try anything else.


Kishan realized he had broken too many boundaries on the same day. He would have to be more patient from now on. He decided not to visit her that night. He wanted her to get more desperate for her orgasm. He wanted her to beg him for more to have the upper hand in the relationship.


Then he could make her do things that she would normally not approve of. He started spacing out the days between his visits to her room, which worked. Megha was edgier every time he visited her. She would dress seductively to catch his attention.

Every time he visited her, she offered herself to him and let him use her however he wanted. With this plan, Kishan began exploring different things on every visit. Anytime she protested, he would not visit her for the next few days.


He would have her kneel under the shower and place his dick between her juicy tits. She was new to all this, but she quickly learned how to give a boobjob. She would let him suck her tits or eat her pussy. Anything, as long as she could get an orgasm.

Their afternoon session was usually short. But they had much more time during the night when everyone was asleep. He would pull down the straps of her nightie to release her tits. In that semi-naked state, make her sit in his lap. Before going to bed, his dinner was her boobs.


While she was in his lap, his hands would roam freely over her body. The only rule she had was “No Penetration.” other than that. He could grab her ass, feel her pussy and even rub her asshole. But despite getting so much freedom from his mistress, Kishan was greedy for more.

He wanted to find a way to get past her last rule. He knew she wanted his cock, seeing the way she would grind her pussy over his dick. But she wanted to keep pretending that she was not cheating on her husband. Having full-fledged sex would break that illusion.


Right now, she could tell herself that letting Kishan rub her was no different than she was rubbing herself. All this drama made Kishan restless. He was so close yet so far. He had already pushed Megha so far. He only needed to come up with some excuse to fuck the young bride.

Kishan would slide his raging hardon between her legs every day. But as much as it turned her on, she did not reveal her feelings. Kishan sensed that she wanted it too by noticing how wet she would get every time he would rub his cock over her pussy.

But she was looking for some excuse to reveal her slutty side. So Kishan came up with a cunning plan to push her over the edge. He knew that she wouldn’t let him enter her pussy because she couldn’t risk her getting pregnant. Since any sign of pregnancy in her husband’s absence would raise doubts.

But this didn’t rule out her ass. If he were to fuck her ass, there is no way anyone in the family would find that out. So he decided to put his plan into action the very next day. But he also knew that he had to be sneaky. If Megha were to sense any mischief, she could end all his adventures.

That night he had Megha lying on the bed as usual with her face down. That day he also decided to put a pillow under her belly so that her ass was sticking out. He sat over her ass, and while in that position, he started massaging her butt. He proceeded to spread her ass cheeks with his palm.

Then he started rubbing her asshole with his thumb. Megha flinched as this was a new sensation for her. Seeing that she wasn’t resisting, Kishan soon turned the rubbing into poking. He spat on her butthole and lubricated it with his saliva.

After warming her up, he tried to slide in the tip of his thumb as gently as he could. Megha gave no reaction. “She must not have felt the slight intrusion,” thought Kishan.

Kishan didn’t want to startle her, so he pulled his thumb out and again rubbed her hole. Megha enjoyed all the attention her ass was receiving from his fingers. She began wiggling her ass in sync with his poking and tried to squeeze his thumb between her ass cheeks.

Kishan saw that she was vulnerable and pushed his thumb further in. This took Megha by surprise, and she kept out of his grip. She turned back to look at him with surprise.

Megha: What are you doing, Kishan? Haven’t I told you that I couldn’t cheat on my husband? But you always keep pushing for more.

Kishan: I was only trying to please you, Meghaji. I understand that as a faithful wife, you can’t let me penetrate your pussy. But a woman’s virtue is not determined by her ass. There is no harm in having some foreplay with your butt. I saw how much you were enjoying it.

Megha: You don’t understand, Kishan. Wouldn’t my husband find out if you poke my ass?

Kishan: Trust me, Meghaji. Unmarried girls nowadays do anal sex all the time. They do it because their future husbands can never find out about that. They can only tell if a girl had vaginal sex or not by checking their hymen.
Megha wasn’t fully convinced. But Kishan was in no mood to stop. He could see that the fruit of his hard work was within reach. He pulled Megha back and mounted her ass. He knew once she started enjoying this foreplay, there was no going back.

Without waiting for Megha’s permission, he spread her ass apart and shoved his face in. He finger fucked her butthole while his tongue was busy tasting her pussy. This double strike was getting too much for Megha to handle, and she started squirming. Seeing Megha was in a trance, Kishan increased his pace.

Megha let out a gasp. This was Megha’s first time getting penetrated by Kishan. She was overwhelmed by his intensity. She was biting down hard on the pillow to avoid making any sound. Kishan could hear her whimpering sound as she neared her orgasm.

He was giving his best. He wanted to make this the best experience of her life. If she enjoys this, she will let him do this again. This intense fingering gave Megha her first experience of squirting. She looked back, embarrassed at Kishan, who was sweating from all the work.

He knew he had hit the jackpot. Now she will be begging for more. Over the next few days, Kishan slowly began inserting 2 fingers up her ass. It was difficult at first, but soon her ass warmed up to that. His target was to soften up her ass for the final day when he would stick his cock up her ass.

That day, he sneakily replaced his fingers with his dick without Megha noticing. He placed the mushroom head of his cock at the entrance of her ass hole and gave it a push. Megha’s ass had been trained by now, and it gladly swallowed his dick without much resistance.

Kishan couldn’t quite believe his luck. His dick had finally inside Megha, and she didn’t even know it. His dick was aching to push all the way, but he knew he had to be patient. He had to prevent Megha from seeing what was happening behind her back, so he placed one hand on her neck.

Now he gently thrust his cock even further inside her. He waited in that position for a few moments. He couldn’t help but savor that moment. There was a sense of achievement at being able to ass-fuck a rich lady and that too his mistress. In his quest to fuck her pussy, he managed to get inside her ass.

This was his dream come true. He tightened his grip on her neck as he started pulling out, but his dick didn’t want to leave the comfort of her ass. So instead of pulling out completely, he stayed inside and started giving short thrusts.

Megha: I love what you are doing with your fingers,

Kishan. Why haven’t you tried it before?

Kishan (panting): Well, if you like it so much, we can do it every day.

Megha whispering her approval to him made him even hornier. He gave the final few thrusts and pulled out. He couldn’t risk cumming inside her as that would alert her. He grabbed her waist and turned her over. Placing his dick above her pussy, he bent forward and started sucking on her nipple.

He was just about to cum when he pulled out. So after a few moments of grinding on her navel, he ejaculated. Even after the orgasm, he continued rubbing his limp dick on her belly.

Megha had never seen him so passionate. She could feel the warmth of his cum on her belly. She had never allowed him to cum on her body before. But today, he didn’t ask for her permission. “He must have been hornier today,” she thought.

She tried pulling her nipple out of his mouth, but she couldn’t push his face away. He sucked on her tits like a child who hadn’t been fed in days. Kishan wanted to have a complete love-making experience. He didn’t want to quit so soon.

But seeing Megha was getting restless, he finally got up and put on his clothes. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep this secret. But no matter how long it would last, he would try to make the most of it. All this risk was worth it if he could get just one more opportunity to shove his dick inside her.

Over the next few days, Kishan realized that his plan was foolproof. As long as he could keep Megha from turning around by holding her neck, there was no way she was going to find out what he was putting inside her.

The time he had spent finger fucking her ass had helped him gain Megha’s trust. She was too busy enjoying herself instead of checking on him. But he also doubted that Megha secretly knew that her ass was getting fucked every day.

She would always be suspiciously calm while he was inside her ass. And not even once tried to turn around and check on him. Pretending to be unaware allowed her to enjoy all the pleasures while still maintaining the facade of a faithful wife.

Kishan sensed the dilemma she was in and decided to take advantage of the situation. He no longer tried to hide what he was up to. He stopped holding her neck and started giving long hard thrusts up her ass. He wanted to see how far she would take her act of innocence.

But Megha pretended not to notice anything. This gave him further confidence. He started grabbing her breasts from behind while ass fucking her. He wanted to give a clear signal that his fingers were not inside her.

But still, there was no reaction from Megha. So he took the final step that he had always dreamt of and started cumming inside her. Megha let him do that. After their daily session, she would avoid eye contact but pretended like she hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

Kishan was now free to grope her however he wanted. He had finally converted the faithful wife into his slut. But their daily routines weren’t going unnoticed. Someone else had found out about their secret, and things were about to get very spicy.

THE-END

very nice one

 

[AZRAEL@143]

Anupama: Ah, Mandar. You made me weak, ahhhh.

Anupama’s leg was shivering. I parted her wider. I went down on her and spat hard and thick on her cunt hole.
Anupama: Take me closer to Anant.

I lifted her in the same position and shifted a couple of steps towards the left. She lifted her one leg and kept on Anant’s chest. Uff, she was the best kink addict I had met in a while. I lowered my body and placed my cock on her pussy.

She was dripping wet, and my 3 fingers easily slipped in her. I cupped her shoulders from behind. She was breathing heavily. Suddenly she stopped, and with one jerk, she twerked her ass and gave me a better opening. With full force, I thrust my cock deep into her.

It went in easy and deep. Anupama’s heels raised. Her boobs touched the wall. Both her legs were shivering.
Me: Do you like it, bitch?

Anupama: A little small, but I can feel you fully, hahaha.

Me: Small doesn’t matter, you bimbo.

With that, I started pounding her hard. I was keeping a count. Every time my crotch hit her buttock, I felt her warmth.

Anupama’s body used to stretch on her heels with every jerk.

Thump thump thump
Phach phach phach.
…21…22…23…24.

I held her thighs from behind and lifted them sideways. My cock slipped further inside her cunt. She writhed.

Anupama: Oh, don’t slow down, lift me, fuck me, kill me.
Me: 40… 41…42.

Anupama: Are you… seriously? Can you last a 70?
Me: Why don’t we find out?

I grabbed her wildly by her waist and leaned her over Anant. She was now bent in a standing position. Her hair was brushing Anant’s face. I could clearly see her asshole.

I parted her wide and lifted her one leg. Without a delay, I started pumping her pussy again. Being a petite, she was easy to manoeuvre and fuck.

Anupama: Ahh, I feel so weak.
Me: 51…52…53

Anupama: Don’t stop, speed up, Mandar, I want to cum like thunder.
Me: No problem there, bitch.

For the grand finale, I gently lifted her and carefully placed her on the floor, positioning her comfortably on her back. Anupama was mesmerised and probing my eyes with her.

Anupama: Hon, are you interested in my ass?

Me: Can you take it??

Anupama: Shut up. I lost anal virginity way before my pussy was deflowered.

Me: That’s so hot. I love tight caves.

Anupama: Here, let me warm you up a bit.

With a harsh jerk, Anupama got rid of my condom. She spat hard on her palm and started massaging my cock. Every inch of my penis was soaked thoroughly. I was feeling sloppy.

Anupama: Come on, hon, plough me hard. I want your cum leaking out of my ass in the morning.

Me: Say my name, Anupama.

Anupama: Fuck my ass, Mandar, fuck me relentlessly.

I lifted both her legs and drew near her. I placed her soft and tattooed legs on my shoulder and cupped her boobs real hard. And with a slow push, I gently entered her butthole.

Ah, I slid in smoothly. Her asshole was squeezing me.

Anupama: Yes, that’s it, baby, come on.

My hips started moving to and fro. Slowly I started thumping her ass with my crotch. Anupama was vibrating with every thump.

Me: Ah, Anupama, why didn’t we start with this? I love this cave better. I am going crazy, you goth whore. I want you more.

Anupama: Just keep pushing, ahh…

Me: 61….62…

My thrusts were getting weaker with every shove. I was almost going to cum. I squeezed Anupama’s tits and leaned closer to her. I bit her lip.

Me: Anupama, I cannot hold any longer.

Anupama: Cum inside me, fill me, come on, my ass wants you.

With a final blow, I gave an ecstatic cumshot in her ass.

I shouted: Ah, Anupama!

Anupama was scratching my back wildly with her nails. She bit my ear as I cum in her.

Anupama: Now get out of here, you man-whore, let me sleep.

I spanked her butt and left.

THE END

Loved this part... awesome 10/10

 

[kamad32]

We found ourselves making out on the bed with me finger fucking her as she masturbated me until we found ourselves in a sixty-nine again. I don't know how it was possible for this session to be more passionate than the previous ones but I think that simply confirming what a slut my aunt was made it more exciting for me. I knew she had numerous lovers before me, too many to count but I wanted her to remember the times I fucked her so I pounded her pussy hard. I wanted to give her a fucking she'd never forget even though fucking her nephew should be memorable enough. I'm competitive so I wanted to be the best she's ever had.

I think what made the sex with Aunt Priyanka so good was the passion that she had while being fucked. I had sex with a lot of horny young women but my aunt seemed to appreciate young cock more than my previous girlfriends and one night stands. Maybe it was because what we were doing was so wrong, so taboo that made it so good. I have to admit that as a young, horny man, I had undressed her with my eyes on several occasions, especially after overhearing some of the scandalous stories about her. I always wondered what she would be like in bed. Now I was getting a first-hand experience as I had her bent over fucking her hard, deep and fast. She was enjoying my dick as much as I was enjoying her pussy.

After I came for the second time that evening, I still had thoughts about making it back home, after all, it was only a two hour drive. I didn't want to have any more to drink and told Aunt Priyanka I'd probably be leaving shortly. We talked for about half an hour and I could tell she didn't want me to leave but all good things have to come to an end. She did her best to delay my leaving but I insisted. I just wanted to shower before I left.

I climbed into the shower, closing my eyes, letting the warm water cascade down my naked body while I fondly relived the events of the last two days. It was exciting being the best man for my big brother as he started a new chapter in his life, being with the family and exploring a new relationship with my sexy aunt. As I was lost in my daydream, I suddenly felt hands on my body which scared the crap out of me. I should have known that my aunt would join me and I knew her motive.

Aunt Priyanka squirted some body wash onto her hands and began to apply it to my body and I decided to do the same to her. The warm water was trickling down our bodies as we used the soap as a way to fondle each other's most private parts. Her hand was working on my balls and dick as the other was roaming over my ass. Mine were working over her tits and pussy before I went to work on her tight, petite ass. I even worked my finger over her asshole and when she didn't object, I slipped my middle finger up there. We began to kiss in the shower as she stroked my dick while I finger fucked her ass and pussy at the same time.

She stopped kissing me long enough to tell me, "Oh that feels so good, too bad you don't have a friend with you."

My dick was beginning to rise again and she let the water rinse the soap from my dick before she got down on her knees and began to blow me again. I knew right then I wasn't going to be leaving her room that night and decided to enjoy what was going to happen as my dick began to get hard again. After I was good and hard, I made my aunt stand up. I lifted her up in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my waist. We fucked like this until it became too uncomfortable and we got out of the shower. We helped each other dry off and moved this party into the bedroom where we fucked one more time that night. My balls had already been almost drained by this time and it took me longer to cum. When I did cum, there wasn't much left. My aunt completely drained my balls that night. I couldn't have fucked her anymore even if I could have gotten hard again. There wasn't a drop of cum left in my balls.

We fell asleep in each other's arms for the second consecutive night. I could blame alcohol for the first night and pure lust for the second. We both knew we shouldn't have done what we did but that's what also made it that much more exciting. Taboo, risky sex is the best. I got up early the next morning and made it on time to my first class but I was exhausted but it was a good tired feeling after having the best sex I've ever had in my young life.

THE-END

This lady likes more foriegn cocks comparing with indian cocks

 

[kamad32]

#Ester Noronha

write story on this bitch. Her looks , body and communications says she need hardcore sex

 

[PBSfan11]

I pressed my bulbous knob between my sister’s pouted lips and gave a strong push. Didi screamed in pain. She closed her eyes tightly to bear the pain. My long dick was embedded in her tight and warm sheath. Didi’s cunt was really very tight. Her inner walls were giving friction to my rod.

Didi screamed as I stopped, but did not pull it out. I lay there on her, embedded my rod in her. Two or three minutes later, I slowly started moving. Without pulling my member, I was humping my elder sister. I read somewhere in porn books that if a girl feels the pain, you have to hump within. This trick I had used that day.

For 5 minutes, I did like that and didi’s clit started secreting the love juices. I could feel it. This made the movement of my rod easy. Pressing her one breast with my palm, I took the other in my mouth and sucked, taking the nipple deep in my mouth.

It seemed that the itch in my sister’s cunt had increased. She pressed my head forcefully to her breasts. While moving my waist up and down and squeezing and sucking her boobs, I raised my head and looked at her. I saw tears in her eyes. But there was a sweet smile on her lips. Then I looked at her and asked-
Me: Akka, is it paining?

She: Rajoo, don’t worry about my pain. It is temporary. You carry on what you want to do, Ok?

And she enchantingly smiled at me and lifted her waist. Then I took the cue, pulled my rod up to the knob and gave a strong push.

She: Amma.. hhaaa.. slow.. aahh meri chut, you dirty rascal.

Even though she was saying this, she kept her two palms on my ass cheeks and pressed them to her crotch. I started moving my shaft deep in her and pulling it out. In-out, again in, again out and she was also moving her buttocks up and up according to my inward thrusts.

She: Appa.. amma.. Rajoo, still hard. Pound my pussy mmm.. oh god! you have such a big one. It is bigger than your jiju, touching deep in me mmm…

Mumbling like that, she was lifting her waist. I was in more josh with didi’s words. ‘dhak’, ‘dhak’ I was giving her stroke after stroke. Her cunt juices were overflowing from her cunt to her thighs and still down onto her ass. Our panting, hot breaths and the sound of thap-thap was echoing in the room. Then she said-

She: Orey…. come on… do it. Uumm.. I am finishing… appa.. still how long will you fuck, oh!

Didi’s buttocks were rising up and up. I could sense that Akka had reached her climax with the shuddering of her body. Then she sprinkled. Her climax juices were pouring over my LING!

I was also retained for a long time. Now the feel of her slippery walls and her warm juices were showering my rod. I couldn’t tolerate and said –

Me: Didi, I can’t control now. I am reaching mine, mamma.

Then she said in delirium: Pour it deep in.

Her eyes were closed as if dreaming and relishing the moment.

Me: Akkaa, you may get pregnant (I expressed my doubt still moving in her).

She said: It is ok. Pour your nectar in didi’s cunt. Your didi got operated on five years back only.

Saying this, she lifted her waist. Then I released my warm juices to my sister. The moment she felt my warmness, she put her legs around my waist and pressed it down. I was discharged and fell on didi’s body.

After some time, I opened my eyes, feeling that someone was touching my cheeks lovingly. I was lying at Didi's side and she was over me. Her one boob was pressing to my elbow. Her one leg was on my thigh and its knee was on my flaccid dick.

She smiled at me and kissed my cheeks. She was rotating her forefinger around my small nipple. Then I called her

Me: Didi.

Didi: Hoon..Tell me, what?

She asked, looking into my eyes.

Me: Yours is very tight

Then she looked at me as if was it true? Then she slowly asked –

She: Rajoo, I’ll ask one thing. Will you tell me the truth?

Me: What Akka?

She: It is not the first time for you, is it? Tell me the truth.

Seeing her eyes, I could not lie. Then I asked her in wonder-

Me: How did you know?

She: You only told me.

I asked again in shock: Me! When?

I thought in my mind: How did I know?

And I didn’t open my mouth. I was thinking now.

Then she said: Not directly.

I was just staring at her and thinking how she came to know. Then she said again –

She: Just now what you said? You said “You're very tight”, isn’t it? What does that mean? It means that you have already enjoyed someone before me. So tell me, whose pussy is looser than mine? For the first time, it was difficult for him to find the way. It always slips out. And there will be tension.

But the way you gave it a shot. Oh my god! What a shot it was. I thought mine was torn. Anyway, who is that bitch who spoiled or rather, trained my sweet rascal? (She kissed my forehead and asked).

I didn’t open my mouth. Then seeing my hesitation didi said –

She: Don’t worry, I will not say anything. Just want to know who that is, that’s all.

Me: That is.. that is..

I stopped for a while and mumbled. Then I said –

Me: She is the house owner's wife.

She was shocked to hear this and asked: My god! She is around 45-46, how did you trap her?

Me: I didn’t didi, she only did.

She said: Ohh!

And after thinking for a minute, she asked again-

She: Tell me how it began?

Me: Not now Akka, tomorrow I’ll tell you. Now an important job is there to do. And that is to taste my lovely Akka’s puku again.

While we were talking like this; my dick under her leg was inflated and trying to raise her leg. Didi on one side squeezing her bob with one hand and with the other was pinching and twisting my nipples. Feeling my dick again stiff and hard, she held it in her fist and asked-

She: Rajoo, want to do it again?

I looked into her eyes and I saw the horniness in her eyes. It seemed my sister was more interested in doing it again. Then I nodded my head yes. When Akka wanted to lay on her back, I stopped her. She looked at me as if what I was doing was wrong. Then I said –

Me: Akka, now you come on top and ride me.

She looked deep in my eyes and said-

She: Hoon.. not bad. You have nice demands. Is this also taught by that bitch only?

Me: Hoon, hmm, I read this in books.

I was on my back now. Then didi sat on me keeping her legs on either side of my waist. My sister held my erect rod and slowly guided it in her pussy and sat on my phallus. Then my dick entered her tight sheath like a stiletto. Then she started moving up and down.

Her firm tits were bouncing with her every move. It was a sight to be seen. I was in heaven. Mine was moving tight in her, giving her cunt walls good friction. As didi was rising, mine was coming out and going in again as she lowered her waist. When she was raising her buttocks up, her heavy breasts were moving heavily. I held them in my both hands and pressed and squeezed them very hard.

She: Appa… mmm.. uff.. what is this, rough romance?

But her movements didn’t seize. After 5 minutes of her moving on me, she said –

She: Orey… I can’t, come over me.

And my sister pulled me over her. She was on her back and I was on her. I crept over her and then our tempo began. Then I fucked my sister well fucked pussy for more than 15 minutes. Didi was enjoying every stroke of my dick. In joy, she was making a lot of noises and moans.

She: Orey Raju, I am in ecstasy.

She said this and hugged me tightly and reached her orgasm. For the second time that night, I discharged my hot sperm in my married sister’s luscious cunt and fell asleep on her.

My loving Akka was with me till May 2020. When in May some restrictions were relaxed, my jiju came and took her. In those lockdown days, didi showed me what heaven is. In those days during afternoons, I fucked her once and in nights two or three times we enjoyed.

We had done it in different poses. Akka too interestingly co-operated with me. Not only that I fucked my didi along with my house owner’s wife together. Akka only arranged for this. Then only have I come to know from didi that for the last four years jiju had an illegal relationship with a lady in his office and is neglecting her.

She said it had been almost two years since he had looked at her. Didi was starved for a good fuck.

After that, didi whenever she felt like fucking, she used to come to me or call me. As soon as jija had gone to the office (remember he is a security guard) and children to a nearby tuition center; I flew to my didi’s house and then the whole day till the children returned from tuition it used to be our empire.

THE-END

More pbs sex stories pls

 

[Nanich]

Super beautiful story

 

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"Sudeep, come out quickly!" my sister Nayanthara shouted from outside our house.

I was sitting on the sofa watching a cricket match. I got to my feet quickly and rushed towards the door. Hearing Nayanthara's shouting, my wife Samantha came out of the kitchen and followed me.

I reached the main door and saw the outside. I was a bit taken aback.

Nayanthara was on her knees, and she was bowing at the feet of a Naga Sadhu.

The Naga Sadhu was standing in our house compound. He was a middle-aged man, around 45 to 50 years old. He was not wearing clothes other than a loincloth hanging around his groin region. He had long, salt and pepper colored hair and a long beard. His body was covered in some form of ash-white powder. He was tall and had a lean, muscular body with a small paunch on the stomach.

Nayanthara got up and turned towards us and said, "Come here, both of you, and take a blessing from the baba."

Nayanthara was the eldest in our family after the death of my father and Brother-in-Law three years ago. As we were staying at her house, we had to obey her. We quickly went beside Nayanthara, got on our knees, and started bowing in front of the baba. The Baba had a different pungent smell.

Nayanthara spoke to the Baba, "Baba, please shower your blessings on my brother and my Sister-in-law." They have been married for five years now, but they are still childless.

That was true; I have been trying to get Samantha pregnant for the last five years. We did the testing, and the result was that my sperm count was low, but the doctor said to keep trying and Samantha might get pregnant. Alternatively, I had to get treatment, but it was a bit out of our budget.

We were just a middle-class family, and I was the only earning member. We have an old family debt (my sister's wedding expenses and my dad's health expenses) to clear as well.

The baba looked at both of us and said, "You can surely have my blessing to bear a lot of children, but if you can perform a ritual, I can guarantee that you can have a child born in this house within nine months."

There was a hint of a Bengali accent in his tone.

Nayanthara replied excitedly, "Yes, baba, let us know what we need to do; we will follow your words."

Nayanthara was a very religious and conservative perBrother. She believes in most of the different baba's and gurus' teachings.

"That's good; we can perform the ritual today itself if you invite me inside your house," replied Baba.

"Really, please do come inside our home." replied Nayanthara and guided Baba inside the house.

Samantha and I followed them. Samantha was happy as well. She had a smile on her face, and she looked beautiful when she smiled.

Baba went into our home and sat on the sofa. Nayanthara and Samantha went to the kitchen to get tea and snacks for Baba.

Baba sat comfortably on the sofa and watched the cricket match. I sat on the chair near the sofa.

Baba looked at me and asked me, "Do you think India will win today?"

I was a bit taken aback. Baba was interested in cricket. Although I was not a very religious perBrother, as far as I remember, Naga Sadhus lived in the forest and in isolation. They come out every three to four years when the Kumbh Mela is held.

This was the year of the Nashik-Trimbakeshwar Simhastha, also known as the Nashik Kumbha Mela.

As we stayed in Nashik city, I saw many Naga sadhus and other pilgrims come this year to the city to bathe in the Holy Godavari River.

I replied to him, "I hope so."

We spoke about Kumbh Mela for some time until Nayanthara and Samantha came back with tea and snacks. Baba had tea and biscuits while watching the match. After he had finished, he asked Nayanthara to sit near his feet.

Nayanthara obliged.

Baba spoke, "So the ritual that you need to perform is a cleansing ritual." Your Brother and Sister-in-law will have to bathe me in your house, preferably in the bathroom. "Can Your Brother and Sister-in-law do that ritual?"

Nayanthara replied without a heartbeat, "Yes, why not? They will perform the ritual. It is a simple ritual."

Baba added, "It is not as simple as it sounds. The ritual needs to be performed in nudity. Your Brother and Sister-in-law will have to be completely naked. Your Sister-in-law will be the one to bathe me, and your Brother will help her handle things like soap and water. After bathing me, I will bless them for fertility, and then they will have to immediately perform sexual intercourse in front of me and follow my instructions during the sexual intercourse. Also, you will have to be present nearby as this is a holy ritual to witness. I just want to be clear on the ritual requirements."

There was no way Nayanthara could agree to those requirements; a nude stranger asking for a bath from her Sister in law, and that too in total nudity. But Nayanthara surprised me.

Nayanthara thought for a while and asked, "But baba, after the ritual, will Samantha get pregnant by Sudeep?"

"Are you doubting me?," Baba asked Nayanthara.

"Sorry baba," Nayanthara replied quickly.

Nayanthara could not even think about offending a holy person.

Nayanthara continued, "I do not have any problems, but I need to consult with my children as they will have to perform the task."

Baba replied, "Sure, please discuss among yourselves and get back to me."

Nayanthara got up and told us to follow her to the kitchen.

Nayanthara spoke first: "What do you think about the ritual?"

Samantha spoke, "It is a bit of a difficult task, but I am ok with it only if Sudeep agrees."

So now I had to be the one decision-maker. I knew Samantha was uncomfortable, but she was also religious and wanted to be a mother.

Both of them were looking at me with empathic looks. As uncomfortable as I was with the idea of seeing my wife nude in front of a total stranger, bathing a total stranger, and being naked in front of Nayanthara, I knew I could not say no.

If I said no and Samantha never gets pregnant, then I will be blamed for this missed opportunity for the rest of my life.

I said yes with a heavy heart.

We went to the hall together, and Nayanthara told Baba about our decision.

"That's good. Guide me to your bathroom."

Nayanthara guided Baba to our bathroom.

Nayanthara stood at the entrance while Samantha and I entered the bathroom.

"Do you have a stool that I can sit on?" Baba asked us.

"Yes, we do have one," Samantha replied, going to the kitchen to get the plastic stool.

She came back with the plastic stool and placed it in the center of the bathroom.

Baba told me to fill the bucket with water. as I started filling the bucket with tap water. Baba was handing his things (his Kada, phone, chains, and other accessories) to Nayanthara for safekeeping.

Baba then removed the loin from his groin region and sat down on the stool. He dropped that dirty cloth near me and told me to wash it afterwards.

I unwillingly looked at his groin area. It was bushy. His dick was in a flaccid state. Even in the flaccid state, his dick was at least 5 inches long and was thick. His dick had a different shape; it did not have any foreskin on its head. I could see the maroon-colored knob-shaped head with a Sauron-shaped eye.

I looked at my wife and Nayanthara. They were staring at Baba's dick. I am pretty sure this was only the second adult dick they had seen in their lifetime.

Baba was sitting upright and looking at us with a faint smile. He broke our stare and silence, saying, "I think we should start the ritual now."

He continued, "Sudeep, you take your clothes off first." Samantha can follow next."

I slowly turned my back towards Nayanthara and unbuttoned my shirt. I handed my shirt to Samantha, and she handed it to Nayanthara, who was standing at the entrance of the bathroom.

I then pulled down my shorts and underwear together. There was no point in giving a strip show for Baba. I stepped out of my discarded pile of clothes.

A fully grown 29-year-old man is naked in front of a nude strange man and his Nayanthara. I have a chubby body and am around 5.6 feet tall. I have a fair complexion.

Baba looked at me for a while. His eyes were glazing at me from top to bottom. Samantha got down and picked up my discarded clothes. She gave it to Nayanthara.

He smiled and then looked at Samantha and said, "Your turn, Samantha."

My wife was cowering, and she was looking at the floor. She reached slowly and held the pallu of her brown saree.

She removed the safety pin from the shoulder that held the saree to the blouse.
She slowly unwrapped her entire saree and pulled it out of her petticoat. She handed me her bundled saree. My wife was standing in her dark brown blouse and orange petticoat. Her small, round belly button was visible. I could feel my dick getting a rush of blood in its veins. It was getting semi-hard slowly. I covered it by holding a saree in front of it.

Samantha then removed her blouse completely and held it in front of her breasts. She turned her back towards me and told me to unstrap her white bra.

 

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I had a saree in my hand. I kept looking at the saree and Nayanthara. Nayanthara stepped forward into the bathroom and held her hand out. I quickly gave the saree to Nayanthara and moved very close towards Samantha to hide my semi-erect dick.

I unbuckled her bra straps and pulled the bra straps from her shoulder. Samantha turned towards Baba. She pulled out the bra cups with one hand and handed her blouse and bra to me.

I handed the blouse and bra to Nayanthara without turning my lower body. She had dropped the previously discarded clothes on the floor outside the bathroom door. She took these clothes and dropped them on the floor along with the previous clothes.

Samantha then, with her shivering hands, untied the petticoat knot and let it fall on the floor. She then pulled her black panty down to her feet. She stepped out of her clothes and picked them up.

She handed them to Nayanthara herself. My wife was standing completely naked in front of a nude stranger, a nude husband, and a fully clothed sister-in-law.

I looked at Baba, and he seemed completely relaxed. He had the same faint smile on his face. He looked at both of us and said, "You can start my bathing now."

The bucket was now almost full. It was on my left side. I took the mug and filled it with water. Samantha had by now moved closer to Baba. I handed her the mug, and Samantha poured the water on Baba's head.

Baba was sitting still on the stool. His hands were on his lap. He closed his eyes when Samantha poured water on his head. Samantha handed me back the mug.

I filled it out again and gave it back to her. She continued the process. She poured around six mugs of water on Baba's head and shoulders. She had still not touched him yet. I looked at his dick, and it was in a semi-erect state. It was around 6 inches now. It was bigger than my 5-inch dick that was now at full mast.

As Samantha was pouring the water, Baba's body was getting cleaner. A lot of white substances were getting washed away. I could now see his dark, dusky body color.

I then handed Samantha the shampoo bottle. She poured a lot of the shampoo bottle directly on Baba's head. She then started washing Baba's hair. The boobs were shaking up and down when she was washing Baba's head.

Baba had his eyes closed because of the shampoo foam on his face and eyelids.

After Samantha finished shampooing Baba's hair, She rinsed it with water. She washed Baba's face with the shampoo's foam itself.

Once Baba's head was cleaned and rinsed, Baba opened his eyes. He smiled and looked at Samantha from top to bottom. Samantha was partially wet with bits of shampoo foam on her body from splashes while washing Baba's head.

Baba's dick was at full mast. It was around 7 to 8 inches long and quite thick around as well. It was black. I could see the veins on it. Samantha, too, glanced at it from time to time. I had a jealous feeling whenever she glanced at it.

I again started supplying a mug filled with water to Samantha. She was now pouring the water on Baba's upper body--his chest, shoulders, and back.

Once Baba's body was completely wet, I handed her the soap. She applied the soap to Baba's both arms and armpits first, then moved to his back to apply the soap, and lastly, she moved to his front.

She started applying the soap to his chest first and then moved towards his stomach. She had to circumvent the area where Baba's dick was coming in her way.

She handed me back the soap and started washing Baba's body with her bare hands. She had to move closer to Baba to wash his body. She washed and rinsed his entire body. At one point I saw Samantha's boobs brushing across Baba's left arm.

Samantha was now mostly wet. Even I was partially wet.

Baba stood up after Samantha had finished washing and rinsing his upper body. He pushed the stool back with his leg. His 6 ft height was towering above us. His fully erected dick looked like a spear.

I kept the soap aside and started passing the water again. Samantha was pouring water on both his legs. She did it from the front as well as the back. She did not pour the water on his groin area and buttocks.

She asked for the soap. She applied the soap to both legs completely. She was about to hand the soap back to me when Baba broke the silence: "Samantha, you have to clean me everywhere." Do not be shy. "Please apply soap on my dick, balls, and buttocks too."

Samantha just froze for some time. She was staring at the floor. She nodded her head.

Samantha moved towards Baba. She started applying the soap to the base of Baba's dick first and moved the soap to its head. She then applied the soap to his hairy balls and moved back to apply soap to his buttocks.

Baba spread his legs a bit and said, "Please apply soap in the region between my balls and asshole."

Samantha nodded, and she kneeled. She lifted Baba's balls with her left hand and moved her right hand, which had soap under Baba's balls. She applied the soap to that region.

She handed me back the soap and started washing Baba's lower body with her bare hands. She first washed Baba's legs, then his buttocks, and at last his dickens and balls.

While washing Baba's dick, she had to hold Baba's dick with both hands. I saw Baba closing his eyes and enjoying the five-second handjob from my wife.

Samantha then rinsed Baba's lower body with water. Once finished,

Baba spoke, saying, "Both of you should wash quickly before we move to the next part of the ritual." "Just wash your body with water."

Samantha looked at me. I handed her the mug, and she poured the water on her body a few times. I also did the same. Nayanthara handed us towels.

Samantha first had to dry Baba's body with a towel. She then used the same towel to dry herself. I dried myself with the other towel.

Baba spoke to us, saying, "Let us go to the bedroom area."

Nayanthara leads us into her bedroom. Nayanthara and Baba stood at the end of our bed. Baba asked Samantha to lie down on the bed. He asked me to place a pillow below her ass.

I obliged.

He then asked me to start the conversation. I climbed the bed and got between Samantha's legs. I inserted my dick slowly into Samantha's pussy. It was wet.

I started fucking her slowly.

Samantha had closed her eyes, and she was just laying on the bed like a dead body. Her mouth was shut tightly. I guess she did not want to show she was sexually aroused.

I kept fucking her for a few minutes when Baba spoke from behind, "Sudeep, do you make love to your wife in a similar way when you are alone too?"

I did not know how to reply to him.

Before I could respond, Baba got on the bed, pushed me down on Samantha, and said, "Kiss her on the lips."

I started kissing Samantha, and Samantha responded to my kissing by opening her mouth. Soon we were sucking each other's lips.

"Play with her boobs," ordered Baba.

I do not know why I obeyed him, but my hands were on her breasts. I was squeezing her right breast and kissing her on the mouth. I had now increased my tempo.

I was getting close to my orgasm, and all of a sudden I had my orgasm. I emptied my balls into her pussy. As my orgasm subsided and my dick went limp, I pulled out. Samantha had a disappointed look on her face. She wanted more fucking.

I sat in between her legs with heavy breathing.

"Do not stop; make it hard and put it back," Baba shouted at me.

I just wondered: Has he gone crazy? I just had an orgasm. How can I immediately get my dick hard?

"I can't get it so hard so fast," I replied.

"What are you talking about, Are you not man enough to make it hard again? No wonder she is not getting pregnant."

Baba spoke to me rudely.

Baba continued speaking: "You need to insert your dick in Samantha's pussy and fuck her."

Only that way, your second batch of sperm will push the first batch of sperm into her womb region. Growing up, I did not have much sex education, so I thought Baba must be telling the truth.

I replied, "I am sorry, but it takes time for me to get hard."

"How much time?" Baba asked me.

"At least half an hour," I replied.

"There is no way your first batch of sperm will survive for half an hour."

"Your tiny dick must not have even seeded near Samantha's womb," replied Baba.

"Get aside," Baba ordered me.

I obliged, got down from the bed, and stood near my wife.

Baba moved between Samantha's legs and said, "I will have to push your sperm inside Samantha's womb myself."

Before I could even process what he meant by that, Baba slowly inserted his hard dick into Samantha's pussy.

I was dumbfounded by the turn of events. I looked at Nayanthara, and she had a shocked look on her face as well.

Baba had by now inserted his entire dick in my wife's pussy. Her pussy was stretched.

Samantha was shocked, and her eyes were bulging out. Her mouth was open in an "O" shape.

 

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Baba was on top of my wife and was fucking her slowly. Samantha's leg slowly wrapped around Baba's hips. Her eyes were rolled into her eyelids.

He kept fucking her at a decent pace. Samantha was moaning a bit loudly. Baba moved her right hand across her breasts and was playing with them. He pulled her nipples, making Samantha moan loudly.

The bed was rocking as Baba increased his fiddling speed. Samantha's hands were on Baba's shoulders; she was trying to pull Baba closer to her.

I kept watching as Samantha pulled Baba closer to her and hugged him as he kept fucking her. Soon they were kissing each other. My sweet, innocent wife- sucking tongue inserted by a total stranger was like a stab in my heart, but for some unknown reaBrother, my dick was getting hard.

At last, after 10 minutes of fucking, Baba came inside Samantha's unprotected pussy. He kept fucking her till he emptied his balls and filled his cum inside her pussy.

As Baba pulled out and kneeled in between Samantha's pussy, I saw Samantha trying to grab Baba as he pulled out. She wanted more; she had not had an orgasm yet. She had a sad face.

Baba looked at me and said, "Look at my dick; it is still hard even after cumming."

I looked at the shiny black monster. It was rock-solid.

"I can go for round two immediately; do you want to bet on that?"

Before I could even reply that I believed him,

"It is better to give that talk," said Baba.

He grabbed his dick and inserted it with full force. Samantha squealed with pleasure. A smile appeared on her face.

Baba was now fucking her at a faster speed. Samantha was enjoying every bit of the thrusting. She was getting closer to her orgasm.

But Baba slowed his fucking speed. He grabbed Samantha by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He was now on his knee with his dick still inside Samantha's pussy. Samantha's lower back was in the air, her legs were bent at the knees, and her feet were on the bed. Her upper body and head were grounded on the bed.

Baba then started pushing and pulling Samantha's body with his hand firmly on her waist. He was sitting still. He was making Samantha's body slide on his dick. It was a real treat to watch the action.


I looked at Nayanthara, and her eyes were glued on the couple. I saw her right hand near her groin area. But she moved it when she saw me looking at her.
Was she rubbing her pussy over her saree? I was not sure.

I looked at the bed and saw Baba had stopped pulling and pushing Samantha's body. It was Samantha who, by herself, was sliding back and forth on Baba's dickey.

She was using her legs and elbows to get the leverage she needed to fuck Baba. She did that for a few minutes, but it seemed like she was getting tired.

Baba was watching her, and he moved his right hand on her lower belly. Baba then moved his thumb towards Samantha's pussy and started rubbing his thumb on her clitoris.

Samantha started moaning loudly and started sliding back and forth on Baba's dick. Baba kept rubbing her clitoris.

Within a few minutes, Samantha got her first orgasm of the day. She was moaning and breathing heavily. I feared that our neighbors might hear her.

She kept orgasming for a few seconds, and as her orgasm subsided, Baba lifted her and hugged her. He started kissing her. Samantha's ponytail was undone. Her hair was covering both Baba and her like a veil.

Baba's dick was still lodged inside Samantha's pussy. She was sitting on Baba's thigh, facing him. Baba asked her to plant her feet on the bed.

He then started thrusting his hips up and down. He was fucking her in a vertical position. My hand was now rubbing my dick shamelessly. I looked from the corner of my eye and caught Nayanthara's activity.

Nayanthara had her right hand inside the folds of her saree. Nayanthara looked at me and saw me rubbing my dick. She smiled weirdly and continued rubbing her pussy.
All of a sudden, Samantha gave a loud moan. She was having her second orgasm. She was hugging Baba tightly. Her nails dug into his back.

Baba continued fucking her even as Samantha's orgasm subsided. He fucked her for a few more minutes before he came. He stopped fucking her as soon as he emptied his balls for the second time into Samantha's pussy. He pulled his dick and let Samantha fall back on the bed. Samantha curled herself like a ball.

Baba looked at me and said, "Sudeep, I am still hard."

Baba was holding his dick and pointing at me. His big black monster was covered with a white substance. How was he so hard yet?

Baba then grabbed Samantha's legs and tried to spread them, but Samantha stopped Baba and said, "Please, Baba, not anymore. I need to rest for some time."

What did she mean by "resting for some time"? Did she want to fuck again after some time? I was dumbfounded.

Baba smiled and said, "No problem, Samantha; take rest now and let the sperm reach your womb."

He looked at me and said, "Sudeep, come here and hold Samantha's leg up in the air so that sperm can stay inside her pussy."

I obliged and climbed onto the bed. I lifted Samantha's legs in the air. She was breathing heavily. Her eyes were half closed, as if she had been drugged.

I looked at her pussy; there was a gaping hole, and white cum was leaking out of her hairy pussy. Her pussy hair was matted with cum. Baba got down from the bed and moved towards my Nayanthara. Nayanthara was looking at the baba from top to bottom.

Baba said to my Nayanthara, "I need to clean myself again. Can you assist me?"
Nayanthara quickly replied, "Yes, come with me to the bathroom."

Baba and Nayanthara went inside the bathroom. They did not close the door. I was standing at the edge of the bed, holding Samantha's leg in the air. I heard Baba's voice from the bathroom: "Your saree will get wet and spoiled. Why don't you get rid of it?"

Nayanthara replied, "Yes, Baba, you are right."

I was shocked to hear her reply within a few seconds. I saw Nayanthara throwing her saree outside the bathroom door.I looked at my wife. She was resting. I let go of her legs and let them slowly fall to the floor.

I tiptoed towards the bathroom door and carefully peered inside the bathroom. I saw Baba standing in front of my Nayanthara. My Nayanthara's back was facing me. She was just in her dark blue blouse and light blue petticoat. Nayanthara is 40 years old; she is 5.5 feet tall. She had black hair that came down to her upper back. She ties it in a bun.

Nayanthara was pouring water on Baba's dick and washing it with water. She was gently rubbing Baba's dick.

"You should remove your blouse as well; it is simply getting wet," said Baba after a few minutes.

Nayanthara nodded and started to undo the blouse hooks. As Nayanthara was unhooking the blouse, Baba undid Nayanthara's petticoat's knot without asking. He let the petticoat fall at her feet.

Nayanthara tried to catch her petticoat, but it was too late. Baba then slipped Nayanthara's blouse from her shoulders and arms by force. He caught the blouse and threw it at the bathroom door. The blouse flew past my head and fell onto the floor.
Nayanthara was standing motionless in the same position in her white bra and big pink panty. Her head was staring at Baba's monster. Baba then lifted Nayanthara's face and started kissing her. Nayanthara responded to Baba's kissing and hugged him. As Baba was kissing her, his eyes were wide open, and he was staring at me.

He has seen me. He winked at me as he reached around Nayanthara's back and undid Nayanthara's bra. All the while kissing her, he removed her bra and again threw the bra outside the bathroom door.This time the bra hit me as it flew past me. Baba then, without breaking his kissing, pushed Nayanthara's panty down with his hands on her thighs and then used his right leg to push them completely down.
He grabbed her juicy buttocks and started groping them. I was rubbing my dick slowly. I was so mesmerized by the show in the kitchen that I did not notice my wife creeping toward me. I was startled for a second when she touched my arm. She looked at me and then pushed herself underneath me and started peeking into the bathroom. I, too, started peeking inside the bathroom. My hard dick was touching her back. I held Samantha by the shoulder as we continued to peek in the bathroom.

Nayanthara and Baba had just finished kissing each other. Baba had untied her hair, which fell on her back. He then pushed her shoulders down slowly. Nayanthara was on her knees. She just kneeled in front of the Baba's dick. Baba grabbed Nayanthara by her hair and pushed her head near her dick and said, "Open your mouth."

Nayanthara must have opened her mouth because Baba next shoved his dickens in her mouth. He slowly started moving his hips. He had kept her head still by holding her. He continued to fuck her mouth and then looked at the door. He saw Samantha and me. He winked and blew a kiss at Samantha. Although I could see Samantha's face because she was standing a little in front of me, I did feel like she smiled at Baba.

Nayanthara was now holding Baba's hips for support. Baba continued with Nayanthara's mouth-fucking for a few minutes. He stopped all of a sudden. He then lifted Nayanthara to her feet and started kissing her. Baba moved down and started sucking Nayanthara's breasts. His hands moved between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. Nayanthara was moaning slowly.

 

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Baba sucked and fingered Nayanthara for some time and then stopped suddenly and turned Nayanthara towards us. Nayanthara was shocked and moved behind Baba to cover herself.

"Why are you hiding? Do not feel ashamed; we are all naked." Preached Baba.

"I can not be seen naked in front of my children," replied Nayanthara from behind.

"They have already seen you naked and seen you kissing and sucking me," replied Baba.

He then made Nayanthara stand in front of us. He wrapped his hand around Nayanthara's breasts from behind and started groping them. Nayanthara closed her eyes and stood there motionless. Baba then moved his right hand across Nayanthara's belly and fingered her round belly button for some time. Samantha was now leaning on me, and she moved her right hand behind and grabbed my dick. She started stroking my dick slowly.

Baba then moved his right hand down towards Nayanthara's hairy pussy. He inserted his middle finger in Nayanthara's pussy. He started fingering her. His left hand was still groping Nayanthara's boobs. Nayanthara was turned on. She was leaning on Baba's chest.
I too started mimicking Baba's actions. I was groping Samantha's boobs and fingering her sloppy, wet pussy. She was moaning slowly. After some time, Baba stopped and guided Nayanthara out of the bathroom. He took her to the bedroom, where they climbed on the bed.

Nayanthara was on her back, and Baba got between her legs. Baba inserted his dick inside her and started fucking her.

There was space on another side of the bed. My wife took my hand and made me lay on my back. My wife climbed on top of me and inserted my dick in her pussy.Baba and Nayanthara were very horizontally positioned on the bed, and we were positioned vertically. It was a very erotic scene; Nayanthara was getting pounded on my left side. Her boobies were jiggling. Baba was keeping a steady pace. Nayanthara pulled Baba close to her body and embraced him. They were soon kissing each other.

Samantha too moved closer to my body, and we started kissing. As we kissed, I heard a groaning sound; Baba was having his third orgasm of the day. He continued to fuck Nayanthara till he drained all his cum inside her.

Baba then pulled out and stood near the bed. His dick was going limp at last. Nayanthara was lying on the bed, unsatisfied. She had not had a single orgasm yet. Baba turned and headed towards the toilet. We could hear him peeing. As Baba was peeing, I had my second orgasm. Samantha looked disappointed. She just laid on my body.

Baba came back from the toilet and sat beside Nayanthara, who was still lying on the bed. Baba started playing with Nayanthara's boobs. Nayanthara moved closer to Baba and grabbed his limp dick. She started rubbing his dick.

"Do you want to fuck one more time?" Baba asked Nayanthara.

Nayanthara nodded her head.

"Well, I need to regain my strength first," replied Baba.
Nayanthara looked at us and said, "Samantha and Sudeep, please get us some water and snacks for now." And then prepare the lunch too."

Samantha nodded her head and got up. I followed her out of Nayanthara's bedroom. We went to our bedroom and put on new clothes. We also took a quick shower in our bathroom to clean ourselves.

Samantha was now wearing a white nightgown without her undergarments. She took the water and snacks to the bedroom. She came back to the kitchen after a few minutes.

"What is happening inside?" I asked her.

Baba was sitting on the bed. He had his water and snacks. Nayanthara was on her belly. Her head was on Baba's lap.

"She was sucking his dick," replied Samantha.

We continued to prepare lunch. After some time, we heard Nayanthara moaning. The bedroom door was open, and we could hear bodies slapping against each other. Although we were working in the kitchen, our ears were more interested in the bedroom activities.

Nayanthara's moaning grew louder and louder. She was having her first orgasm. It was very intense. As her orgasm subsided, there was silence in the house.
But the silence was only for a few seconds; Nayanthara was moaning now in a different tone. It sounded as if she was in some kind of pain.

Samantha and I looked at each other.

"I will check and come back. You take care of the curry on the stove," Samantha said to me.

Samantha came back after some time, and Nayanthara's moaning had a more pleasant tone. It was getting louder.

"Baba is taking Nayanthara in doggy style." I could only see Baba's backside. Not sure why Nayanthara sounded like that initially. Now Nayanthara sounds like she is enjoying it," said Samantha to me excitedly.

We were almost done preparing the food when Nayanthara walked in naked in the kitchen. She looked like she was ravished by multiple people. She was limping a bit. She came and sat on the stool. Baba's cum was running down her thigh.

"Samantha, Baba wants you in the bedroom," Nayanthara said to Samantha in a slightly pained voice. I looked at Samantha, and I could see a twinkle in her eyes. She had a faint smile on her face. As Samantha started walking out of the kitchen, Nayanthara said to her, "Baba asked you to bring some oil as well."

Samantha took the hair oil and left the kitchen.

"Her smile will soon disappear," Nayanthara said to me after my wife left.

"How come?" I asked Nayanthara.

"First, give me some water," Nayanthara said to me.

I gave her a glass of water quickly, and I kept wondering what Nayanthara meant as she drank the glass of water.
"Baba is going to fuck Samantha in her ass.He just fucked me in the ass," Nayanthara said to me.

"But Samantha is a virgin in the back." "He is going to tear her ass out with that big dick," I replied to Nayanthara.

"So was I a few minutes ago. It was painful in the beginning, but later it felt good," Nayanthara told me.

I did not want Samantha to get hurt. So I went towards Nayanthara's bedroom. I peered inside the room. I saw that Samantha was completely naked on the bed. Her gown was on the floor. She was on top of Baba. There were 69 positions. Samantha was sucking Baba's dick, and Baba was sucking Samantha's pussy. Baba's oil-covered hands were on Samantha's buttocks.He was inserting his oil-covered index finger in Samantha's asshole. He kept fingering her asshole for a few minutes.

Baba then asked Samantha to get on all fours. He then kneeled behind her and slowly inserted his well-oiled Dick's head in her asshole. Samantha screamed at first. Baba slowed down and let Samantha adjust his cock inside her asshole. He kept inserting his dickey inside her little by little.
Samantha was in pain. She kept her face buried in the pillow to suppress her screaming. Once the dick was completely buried in her asshole, He started fucking her, which led to more muffled screaming from Samantha.
After a few minutes, Samantha's screaming became quieter. She was now moaning. Her moan sounded like she was in both pain and pleasure.

Baba's face was filled with lust as he assfucked Samantha. He was even slapping her on her side from time to time. Nayanthara came to my side and said, "Let us go inside and help Samantha to ease her suffering."

I didn't understand what Nayanthara meant, but I followed her anyway. Nayanthara moved and sat beside Samantha and caressed her back. She then moved her right hand underneath Samantha and started playing with her pussy.
Samantha was moaning now with more pleasure. I kept watching as Nayanthara was rubbing nude wife's pussy as she was getting her ass pounded by a nude baba.

I was hard again, and I wanted to join the action as well. I reached and grabbed Nayanthara's boobs and started playing with them. Nayanthara turned and looked at me. She used her free hand to grab my dick over my shorts. Nayanthara then unzipped my shorts and pulled my dick out of my underwear.

She was now stroking my dick. I moved my one hand down to her belly and fingered her deep, round belly button before moving it further down to finger her sloppy, wet pussy. I stopped playing with Nayanthara's boobs and used my now free hand to get completely naked. I then pushed Nayanthara onto the bed. She was now laying almost below Samantha's belly. She continued fingering Samantha's pussy. I moved between Nayanthara's legs and inserted my dick inside her wet pussy.

Nayanthara moaned as I started fucking her. I looked at Baba, and he was smiling. He had increased his humping speed. Samantha was the first one to get her third orgasm. Baba and Nayanthara continued their assault on Samantha's asshole and pussy respectively until Baba got his orgasm.

Both Samantha and Baba collapsed on the bed and were watching Nayanthara and me. I continued fucking Nayanthara till she had her orgasm. As soon as Nayanthara's orgasm subsided, I picked up my fucking speed, and I soon had my orgasm. I came into Nayanthara's pussy and collapsed on her.

After about five minutes, we all got up and had our lunch in total nudity. After lunch, Baba left our house. For the next few days, there was much silence in the house. All of us had guilty feelings.

Nayanthara used to look out her window in the hopes that Baba could return. Nayanthara confided in Samantha that Baba had given her the best fuck of her life. A few weeks passed by, and then there was a small news report in the local paper about a fake Naga Baba being arrested on attempted rape and molestation charges.

The next day, there was a bigger article about that incident. The fake Baba's name was Abdul Sheikh. He was from Bangladesh and had entered the country illegally. He had tried to rape a middle-class woman, but the woman had raised an alarm. He was caught red-handed by the neighbors.

I turned to the next page of the paper to read more about the report, and the first thing I saw was Baba's photograph. The photo belonged to our baba. I showed the paper to Nayanthara and Samantha. They were shocked for the entire day. In the evening, Nayanthara told us to forget about the whole incident as it would only bring us pain.

Two months later, Samantha discovered that she was pregnant. We were all very happy. I was following the Baba Arrest Report in the newspaper. He had claimed to have duped and raped many women in the city. The local police had asked the victims to come forward.

Nine months after our incident with Baba, Samantha delivered a healthy boy. Upon seeing the baby for the first time, we realized that I was not the father. The boy had a dark skin tone. Nayanthara told me that I should accept the baby as his child. My Nayanthara named the baby Abhishek. I wondered if this was in honor of the baby's real father, Abdul Sheikh.
The End.

 

[Krishan202]

It was not what I had ever wanted but it is what I have become. I really don't see a path of escape, but now, three months later, I am not sure anymore I want to escape. It had all started innocently enough at the beginning of the summer when I had come home from school…


"Hi Jai. How was the last day of school?"

I looked at Tamanna, my new stepmother, bored by her banal question already. I wasn't super happy that my father had remarried just a year after my parents' divorce. I mean, my mom was the one who left, having an affair, but, still, here we are. It's not that I don't see the appeal. Tamanna is tall, beautiful, athletic, and 20 years younger than my Dad--and exactly 15 years older than me.

Her interest in my dad was also clear. My father is rich, quite rich really, having made a fortune in the aviation industry, which enabled him to buy racehorses and do okay there as well. In fact, he had met Tamanna at one of those horse races and they had just hit it off. They married within 6 months, during my +2 and now I was stuck with her living with us.

Tamanna was certainly beautiful to look at, but I didn't really like her. I don't think she really likes me, either. She entered our lives with a very imperious manner, at least towards me. That she is 5'5" -- the same height as my dad -- while I took a bit more after my mother at 5'1" didn't help. She is also much more athletic than I am, with a solid build, while I am skinnier. I mean, she's a looker to be sure, you'd have to be dead or gay not to think so, but she immediately made out like she had authority over me after the wedding, despite her not being my mom. She was making rules about homework, my nights out, and all that, like she was my real mom. What sucked is that when I complained about it to my dad, he supported her! So, I was stuck with a rich bitch replacement "mom"!

I was hoping she wouldn't be home when I got here. She works part time somewhere, or at least it seems like that. I am not clear on what her job is, but sometimes she is here when I get home from school and sometimes she isn't. Today was my bad luck.

"Oh, it was fine. Just the usual. Glad to be out of there for a few months." I had turned 18 last week and had just completed my junior year. My parents, like so many who raised kids my age, held me back from starting kindergarten at age 5 and waited a year.

"Good, good, glad nothing eventful happened. Have you given any thought to your summer job yet?"

Tamanna, again with my father's support, has been pushing me, even demanding that I get a summer job. Why? My father is rich. Why can't I just have fun over the summer--he can easily afford to give me spending money. I wouldn't overdo it and I sure don't want to spend my days saying, "you want fries with that?"

"Um, not a lot, but I was planning to go to my room and do some job search online."

She gave me a skeptical look but approved. "Good. Well, get to it then. I don't want to hold you up on that. I expect you will come back down at dinner with specific ideas and/or jobs you have applied for."

I snorted. Inside. I had no intention of doing that. I was going to look at porn online and have a good jack-off session. With school out of the way, I hoped to have more opportunities to do that. Oh, and yeah, I need some time to think about how to stall and avoid this whole job thing.
I bounded up the stairs and closed the door to my room behind me. I would have locked the door, but Tamanna had convinced my father that only their room should have a lock on it. Damn her. It just meant I would have to be more careful when I surfed porn. Fortunately, my room was on the opposite end of the house from theirs and, so far at least, neither Tamanna nor my dad ever came into my room without knocking, so it has never been an issue. Still, not using the computer with my back to the door. And I couldn't surf naked like I used to. Because you never know. It's fine. But porn surfing naked was more fun and allowed easier access to stroking my cock as I watched the screen.

Once I had settled in, I opened my laptop and began surfing. I had at least four hours until dinner. Somewhere around the two and half hour point I saw it. I had already jacked off once after an hour of surfing and was working my way up to a second round when I saw it. I couldn't believe it. I was convinced it was her! Tamanna! She was advertising her "services" as a dominatrix!

Now, I don't normally look at black-clad, whip wielding women online, but I was surfing and clicking on different women, fetishes, one thing led to another, and I found myself looking at a series of ads of dominatrices in my area. And this one had to be Tamanna! I mean, I wasn't 100 percent sure. She was wearing a mask, and she was wearing a shiny, skin-tight black latex catsuit, with the requisite whip in one hand. The ad copy was offering her "female domination" services. She listed some crazy stuff: bondage, "discipline," gags, smothering, humiliation, CBB, CBT, among many others.

But, and here was the thing, not only did the woman behind the mask look exactly like Tamanna, but her neck was sporting an unusual birthmark, which Tamanna also had. It had to be her!

My mind raced in excitement! What to do with this knowledge--all thoughts of a second jacking off left as I decided what to do with this. I could destroy my dad's and Tamanna's marriage! But no, that is not what I really wanted. I didn't like Tamanna, but only because she was always trying to boss me around. I just wanted her to back off. And that was it. I would confront her and, well, blackmail her I suppose into backing off, indeed, into being my supporter rather than my new second parent. That seemed like a fair trade for not telling on her.

I went back downstairs with my laptop in hand, wearing a shit-eating grin.

"Hi Tamanna!" I said with the warmest, loving voice I had ever used with her.

She eyed me suspiciously. "Hi Jai. Have you made progress in your job search?"

"Sort of! Take a look at this!"

I set my laptop down and opened it. The screen came on with her ad up and in full display. She hesitated for a second or two as she looked at it and then she tried an initial bluff.

"That's disgusting! Why are you showing me pictures of porn?!? What will your father say when he sees what you've been doing with your computer in your spare time!"

"Oh, I don't think you will want to show this to dad. That's you! Don't try to deny it! She looks like you in every way. I wasn't fooled by the mask! But the clincher is this."

I zoomed in on the birthmark showing on her neck.

"She has the exact same birthmark on her neck in the exact same position as you have!" I smiled a smile of the victorious and the righteous!

Tamanna hesitated, she studied the picture with a pained expression for a full minute, assessing the situation no doubt, and what this would mean. Finally, she straightened up, looked at me with eyes that could launch daggers. Her voice was so cold it could have frozen Hell itself.

"What do you want, Jai? Why are you showing me this?"

"So, you admit that it is you?"

"I admit nothing. What's your game? Are you trying to get me to leave?"

"I admit that that was my first thought, but no. If you left--or my dad kicked you out--he'd just find somebody else who might be worse. No, I want a change--in you! I want you to climb off my back, the same back you've been on since you married my dad. I want you to stop insisting to him that I get a summer job. I want you to support me more in what I want to be doing. If you can do that, I won't feel any need to bring this to the attention of dad." I smiled thinking I had won because for now she made me think I had.

"Let me think about this, Jai, how this might work, we can discuss it in the morning tomorrow, after Rajesh leaves for work."

I just smiled. Time to be generous. "Sure, that works for me." I remember thinking at that moment that I should have saved screenshots of her dominatrix ad, but I didn't. This was an oversight I would come to regret.

Later that evening at dinner, Tamanna seemed to be adapting to the life I wanted. When my dad asked how my summer job search was going, she piped up first.

"So, Jai, find a summer job yet? Tamanna has been mentioning it for some time now."

"Oh, he doesn't need to worry about that right away! He can relax some, first--school just got out."

Dad looked at her with a surprised look on his face. "That seems to be a change of tune for you, my dear."

"Well, maybe somewhat, I am thinking he could take a few days, at least, to rest after school." She looked at me with a slight smile. All was proceeding as I had hoped! I looked forward to a night of porn surfing and jacking off that I knew would not be interrupted.

The next morning, I did not come out of my room until 11 am. I had been up late the night before and wanted to sleep in. That Tamanna did not come to disturb me was a further sign that she was accepting the new reality, the new structure of our relationship. I honestly wasn't sure what more there would be to talk about--other than her formal acceptance of my terms. Ah, it felt good to be winning!

"Good morning, Jai, I trust you slept well?"

"Yeah, yeah I sure did!" I couldn't help but admire how Tamanna was dressed. She had on tight-fitting black pants, a tight white blouse, and long-arm black gloves. She looked hot, frankly, but I wondered why the formal look. It looked like she was going out and we wouldn't be talking.

"So," I began, "I take it that you agree with what we discussed yesterday?"

"Eat some breakfast first, and then we'll talk." I prepared myself some eggs and toast while Tamanna sat in the adjourning room reading the paper. For some reason, she had put on her large fluffy bathrobe to do her reading.
When I was all done, I walked in and sat down in the recliner across from her spot on the couch. I looked at her while she continued to read, almost ignoring the fact that I was there and clearly ready to settle things with her.

"Well?"

Tamanna looked at me without moving her head, but then very slowly and very deliberately put down her paper and neatly folded it up. I remember thinking it was weird for her to be reading it with her gloves, but then there were a number of things about Tamanna that I found weird. Not least her kinky sideline.

"Well, indeed, Jai. It seems you have me in a position where I must agree to your terms." She got up from the couch and started walking around the room as she talked. She blathered on about how she wanted our relationship to continue and did not want this unpleasantness to ruin either of our situations. She reminded me that what I was doing wouldn't look good either and that neither of us would want any of this to come to the attention of Rajesh, my dad.

She continued talking and walking, while I just continued to nod and talk in agreement, looking at my phone, since she was apparently agreeing to all that I wanted. I didn't really notice how she had wandered behind the couch, to actually stand behind me while she talked. She even placed her hands on my shoulders in a sign of familiar affection. I was relishing my victory and did not hear her open the plastic bag that apparently was in her bathrobe pocket because the next thing I knew a black-gloved hand with a cloth soaked in chloroform was over my mouth and nose while she held my head with surprising strength. In just a few seconds everything went black.

When I woke up again, I was no longer at home. I was laying on a cot inside a jail cell! And then I realized that I was completely naked under the blanket that was covering me. I had no idea where I was! I sat up and looked around. Outside my cell looked like a torture chamber, with bondage furniture I had seen while surfing porn, whips, restraints, rope, black hoods, many other things lined the walls. Tamanna had knocked me out and brought me to her "dungeon"!

And then I saw her! She was sitting on a large black and maroon chair, like a throne. She was wearing a tight-fitting black leather catsuit. She was smiling an evil looking smile at me.

"What the fuck!" I yelled at her. "What am I doing here?!? Get me out of here now!"

"Oh, good, you're finally awake. You slept so long, I only have a couple of hours before I must leave and go be the doting wife to your father. Now, we will really talk.

"I've kidnapped you, Jai. I intend to hold you for ransom and I intend to break you in as well. I've always wanted to capture a reluctant male and break him, make him my slave--my sex slave--but the idea always seemed preposterous or difficult. But necessity, driven by your attempt to blackmail me, has led me to the happy place of you here in my dungeon and no one knows a thing about where you are. You left to go visit friends and no one has seen you since."

"You're insane! That's never going to happen and you will just end up in jail! And I will enjoy watching your trial and sentencing!"

"Well, you are, possibly, right. That could happen. But I'm pretty smart; I've been very careful; and I know what I am doing. I think my chances of pulling this off are about 70-30--and I certainly like those odds better than living with you and your father with your threat to blackmail me ever present."

Tamanna continued talking.

"It's a shame really that your father isn't open to my games, that could have been fun. He is so very vanilla--the most he lets me do to him is sit on his face while he eats me out. But my desires, my true sexual desires--the ones that go beyond marriage and even the sessions with most of my clients--are far, far darker than that!

"But, now I have you. And I have completely erased any evidence of me in my ads online. Including the Wayback Machine. The virtues of having a tech geek as a regular client. The pictures I now show could be a million women."
It was now that I realized my mistake in not saving screenshots of Tamanna in her ad.

"So, Jai, or should I start calling you my 'bitch-slave' now? Yes, I think I will. First things first, you are my bitch-slave starting now. You, however, will only address me as 'Mistress.' Any deviation from that will result in punishment."

She waved her hand in the direction of her collection of whips.

"Don't test me on that, bitch-slave, I am deadly serious about it. Do you understand?"

I thought that discretion and compliance might be the smart move, for the moment, until I could figure out how to get out of this.

"Yes... Mistress."

"There! That wasn't so bad or so hard, was it?"

I did not respond to that.

"I asked you a question, bitch-slave," in a tone that was both quiet and extremely menacing.

"No, Mistress."

She stood up and came close to the jail cell.

"Better. But we will have to mark that insolence down in the beatings log for later. All right, this is what happens now. I will change out of this black sexy outfit and go back to your father. No doubt he will be concerned about your absence at dinner tonight, but I will need to reassure him--at least until he receives the ransom note. Then he will be absolutely beside himself and need my support. But that won't all happen until tomorrow evening. Before that, I will be back in the morning to begin your training."

With that, Tamanna got up to change and leave, despite all my protestations and, when those didn't work, insults in frustration. As she was about to leave, she turned towards me.

"This facility is in a remote and quiet location. Feel free to yell; it will do you no good. Your nasty comments just now will not only be added to the beatings log, but you will go without food until tomorrow. See how you like that. There is some water right outside your cell and you can pee in the empty bottles. Don't make a mess or I will add substantially to your punishment."

With that, she turned and left. I did indeed try some yelling and it had no effect. I drank some water and laid back down, trying somehow, in some way, to get out of my predicament. I came up empty. When it seemed like a couple more hours went by, I was getting hungry. I drank the water and it helped somewhat.

Day 2
By the next morning, I was starving. I hoped Tamanna would bring some food. When she arrived, she was bringing a bag that looked like it had food in it.

"Well, do you have something to say to me?"

I hesitated and then realized. "Uh, yes, I am sorry... Mistress. I'm sorry to have said the things I did yesterday. I will not do it again." I tried to be as convincing as possible to convince her I was complying.

"That'll do, pig. Here, I brought some sandwiches. You'll need to eat something before we begin. Things can get... intense here. Oh, I should let you know that Rajesh was indeed concerned you hadn't come home for dinner, but I reassured him that you were probably with friends. No doubt it will come as a shock when he receives the ransom note."

I didn't say anything as I was too busy devouring the sandwiches she brought.

"Once you are finished, we will begin, or I should say you will begin with a shower that I administer."

With that she walked off into the same room she used yesterday to change. When she emerged, she was dressed to kill. She put back on the same leather outfit she had on yesterday. Today I noticed that that outfit had zippers at her formidable breasts and her crotch. She wore high-heeled black ankle boots that added to her height advantage over me considerably. She sported a black leather, military-style cap, with her long hair in a ponytail. I was embarrassed to admit to myself that the look did cause my cock to harden a little. She then picked off a variety of things off her walls--restraints, a collar and leash, I couldn't completely tell--and walked over to my cell.

"Hold out your hands," she ordered. I did so and she put metal cuffs on them held together by a padlock.

"Now sit and put your feet through--the same opening." I did that, too, and the result was similar with cuffs on my feet that were attacked by a short chain that I could not remove and allowed me to take only small steps. She opened the door to the cell and then put a metal collar on my neck.

"All right, this is how it is going to go. I am going to open the cell and let you out to use the bathroom. Excrete all you need because you won't have the opportunity for a while. Tell me when you're done, because then I will then supervise your shower."

I did as she asked and was grateful to go to the bathroom properly. When I let her know I was done, she came into the bathroom.

"Now get in the shower and turn the water on."

"Can't I let it warm up first?"

"No."

With that I sighed and braced myself for a cold shower--and oh it was very cold to start. Any hardness in my cock was truly gone and shriveled to nothingness. I steeled myself to it, and shivered until it warmed up a bit.

"Ha! Look at how tiny your cock is! It looks as helpless and useless as you are!" I was a bit embarrassed by her mockery, even more than I already was being paraded around naked and in metal bondage. With that she instructed me to start washing myself all over, thoroughly, and pay special attention to my groin, ass, and armpits. "I hate smelly bitch-slaves" was all she said.

When it looked like I was done with the shower, she said hold on. Tamanna pulled the hand-held from the wall, adjusted and then turned the water to full cold! With a trigger the hand-held blasted out what felt like ice-cold water again. I howled at the cold water pummeling I was receiving while Tamanna cackled at my predicament. Finally, she turned the water off.


"What was that for?" I moaned at her. "I was clean!"

"That was for my amusement and fun. Never have I relished torturing a slave in my control as I am going to enjoy torturing you! Here." With that pronunciation, she tossed me a towel.

"Make sure you are completely dry before coming out of there." And she turned and exited the bathroom. It was very difficult to dry oneself thoroughly when your hands are bound together in steel.

"Now come over here and get on your knees!" The command was very sharp. Tamanna had in her hands a metal leash, which she attached to my collar and some kind of whip, with multiple strands of leather attached to the end of the handle, which were fairly long.

"Now, you miserable little shit you think you were going to blackmail me with no consequences? I think not!" I realized that I was now going to get whipped by her.

"Please, Tamanna--Mistress!!--I am sorry, I didn't mean anything by it! I would never have told anyone about you!" I begged profusely but it was clear it was going to fall on deaf ears. With that, she pushed my head to the floor and planted one of her boots firmly on my back near my neck and pushed me hard into the floor. The heel of her boot sank into my flesh and the pressure ground my face into the carpet.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll have mercy but only after I see you cry and cry and beg for it!"

With that, she struck the first blow, which while uncomfortable, did not hurt as much as I thought it would. But more blows came swiftly after and it soon became clear she was slowly ramping up the intensity. After a dozen blows, I was begging her to stop. She did not stop. The whip rained down all over my back and butt. After another dozen shots, I start to tear and cry in my begging for her to stop. And still she continued--and the intensity edged up some more. After what must have been another dozen, I was begging, pleading, crying, blubbering to get her to stop. She finally did.

"What do you say?" I worked hard to compose myself, with my embarrassment extended by crying and begging in front of a woman who until yesterday was simply my stepmother.

"Th-thank you." She snapped the whip once more and I yelled, realizing my error.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"That's better. And you look better to me, too, your back and butt are a very nice shade of red, and quite warm to the touch." She gently rubbed her hand over my sore backside. "Just seeing you like this, naked, bound, prostrate, and thoroughly whipped is making my anger at you dissipate just a bit--and making me wet. I am sure that more--a lot more--of stepmother and stepson bonding time will get our relationship back on track!" She then laughed and laughed at her own joke before proceeding with me.

She forced me over to the bed and had me lie down on it, which I did gingerly because I was so sore on my back and butt. She then secured my legs to the bottom corners of the bed with locking chains, and then the same with my hands so that I was tightly bound down, almost immobile. I thought for a moment that I should fight back when she uncuffed my hands to secure them to the bed corners, but she thought it futile. My legs were still locked, she is taller and stronger than me, and had the advantage of being above me. I didn't know what to expect next, but I was utterly fearful! Turns out, with good reason.

"There, now, you are looking just fine! I think you need a different kind of punishment for what you tried to do to me." With that, Tamanna set out a digital timer that we both could see and then she climbed onto the bed, her boots were still on as were her long leather gloves and her catsuit.

"Do you realize, my little bitch-slave--and you are little," she said while looking at my still very flaccid cock, "that I could easily end your life here and no one would know? Here, let's experiment...Ooh, I love the look of terror you are sporting on your face when I said that. Try to do that more often!" She then climbed onto me and sat on my chest, staring down at me with a look of contempt of a hot dominatrix shown in any porn video.

She just sat there at first, giggling occasionally. She then put her black gloved hand over my mouth and held it shut.

"It was your mouth that got you into trouble, you little bitch--you expressed thoughts that should have been left unexpressed. Let's see how you like it when I take away your ability to speak." Tamanna pressed down hard on my face and mouth and I did not like it but it was not particularly uncomfortable. I mean, I could still breathe.

"Oh, that won't do." She now suddenly brought her other hand to my face and closed off my nose! I couldn't move and now I couldn't breathe! I didn't move at first because I assumed she would stop soon. She didn't! After about a minute I began to struggle for air, but Tamanna just pressed down harder, squeezed harder to hold my head still if she could, and continued to cut off my air. After a minute and a half I was screaming into her gloved hand for release, my face felt flushed, and Tamanna just looked at me as she held the power of life and death literally in her hands and grinned the most evil grin she had used to date. Finally, she relented and pulled back. I sucked in life-giving oxygen as fast as I could. Tamanna just giggled above me! This evil bitch was trying to suffocate me and was just laughing about it!

"Ah, there we go! You see, Jai, whatever you're thinking right now should be focused on how you will keep me happy, so I don't snuff the life right out of you. But I sense you are going to need more of this to understand that. I suggest you prepare to take a deep breath." She scooted up a bit further, so that her bottom sat on my lungs, her thighs were on my sides tucked at my underarms, and then with both hands bore down hard again covering my mouth and nose with those black-gloved hands. I was terrified that she meant to go through with her threats!

I didn't struggle at first--I had recovered a bit while she had taunted me--but again within a minute the tightness in my chest was real as the oxygen I had taken in was being consumed. I tried to stay calm, to hold out, to not give her the satisfaction of my struggle. But no matter how long I held out, she just waited me out. Somewhere between one and half and two minutes I started to struggle once again for air. And as I approached the two-minute mark, I start to scream and thrash my head to escape her grip on my face. It availed me nothing, as she held me closed for several seconds more before releasing me from her gloved prison. Again, she laughed at her attempt to suffocate me. She did this several more times before I was so exhausted by it, so short of breath, that I begged and pleaded for her to stop.

"Please, please, please, Mistress! Please stop, I can't take anymore!" Tamanna just looked at me with more contempt.

"All right, I'll grant you some relief since you begged so nicely--I do love hearing you beg; it's going to be a feature of our new relationship--assuming the outcome of your 'kidnapping' ends as I hope it will. But, that doesn't mean we are done here. It's time to put your mouth to better use than what you have used it for so far." Tamanna got off the bed and when over to her table and grabbed a bottle of water. After drinking nearly half of it, she walked back to me, holding the bottle.

"Open your mouth." I fully expected her to pour some in from the bottle. But no. She took a swig, leaned over and spit it into my mouth. I was grossed out but I was also thirsty, so I swallowed it and all the remaining water delivered the same way.

"Mistress, I could have drunk from the bottle, even in this position."

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?!?"

Tamanna tossed the empty bottle into a nearby trash can, which also happened to be black. She then unzipped her black boots and took them off. She then unzipped her crotch, showing her neatly trimmed pussy. Afterwards, she climbed back on the bed, sitting down on my chest. Her exposed pussy was now five or six inches from my chin.

"Have you ever eaten pussy, bitch-slave Jai?" I shook my head no. "Are you a virgin or just a selfish lover?"

"Uh, Mistress, I am not sure. Virgin, really. I mean, I've engaged in heavy petty, but not much more than that."

With a firm voice: "All right, fine. You'll learn. Now, let's review the rules. First, if you bite me in some act of revenge--or even by accident--I will whip you bloody. No matter what I do, you bite me and you will wish you were dead before I am done with you!" As she spoke, she slowly moved her exposed pussy a couple inches closer to my chin.

"Second, this day has made me horny as hell and tonight will be stressful. I expect multiple orgasms from you, even if I have to take them myself." Again, she moved a couple inches closer, slowly.

"Third, if I give you any instruction, you follow it to the letter..." With that statement, her pussy was resting again my chin. I could smell her womanhood and feel its wetness against me.

"Let's begin. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

I complied and Tamanna raised herself up slightly and lowered her hot pussy to my waiting mouth. True to her word, she gave me various detailed instructions, to lick with the flat part of my tongue, suck on her clit gently, push my tongue inside. I had never done this with a girl before, although I had seen many examples of it in porn. Truth be told, I found it arousing, and for the first time today my cock became fully erect and hard. Tamanna noticed.

"Oh, this is a great sign, my bitch-slave. You are turned on by eating my pussy, despite--or because of?--being bound to bed, with me smothering your face. That bodes very well for your immediate future. Keep at it!"

Tamanna now started to sound excited herself, as she started to moan and breathe heavily above me. Soon, my licking her became superfluous, as she started to grind into my chin, mouth, and nose, gently at first, but more roughly as she approached orgasm, until she finally let out a shout and I could feel her juices flowing on my face. After it receded, she sat back on my chest, with her now very wet and glistening pussy very near my face, the smell of her sex pronounced but not unpleasant.

"Not bad, for the first time." She used a towel to wipe my face a bit. "But practice makes perfect!" And with that, she climbed back on and we started again. After her second orgasm, she climbed off and took a look at my hard cock.
"I'm glad eating pussy excites you, Jai. That is certainly not true for all men. But I am not sure I care to see your excitement right now. I think I need to slap it out of you."

With that, she started to slap my cock with her hand, repeatedly and hard enough that I began to howl in pain and, sure enough, my erection began to wither under her assault. It was a shock and a disappointment. The pain was a shock but I had sorta hoped that since we had moved to a more sexual relationship, she would give me a blowjob--or at least a hand job. I was disabused of that idea pretty quickly.

When my penis had retreated sufficiently for her taste, she climbed back on and sat on my groin and abused my member.

"You were such a stupid, stupid boy, Jai, to try to blackmail me into doing your bidding at home. You could have gotten a job and had a nice summer. Now, I have summer-long plans for you. And, I'm a sadist. You know what that means? I get sexual pleasure from inflicting pain on others. In this case, you, perhaps especially you now."

She reached out and began to pinch and twist my nipples. Gently at first but with slowly increasing intensity. Within a few minutes, I began to moan but for some reason could not understand why I felt like I was getting aroused. Tamanna noticed.

"What the...?" She lifted herself up off my groin and watched my cock expand a fair amount. "Are you getting sexually excited at nipple torture bitch-slave? Indeed you are! How wonderful for us both!" With that she renewed her assault on my nipples and as much as it hurt, my cock seemed to grow harder and harder. Finally, I begged once again.

"Please, please, Mistress, please stop. It's getting to be too much!"

"Really, your cock suggests otherwise." She worked me over a little longer, and nothing deflated. Finally, she stopped or got tired of it. "Back on your mouth, I think, for one more go before I have to get back home."

This time what Tamanna did was different. She told me to stick out my tongue and then she lowered herself on my face, so that my tongue ended up inside her. But rather than tell me what to do, she had me stay still, as she pressed down against me. Her warm, wet folds enveloped my nose, while still covering my mouth. She moved very little, although she did move some. It started to become clear that she was returning to her suffocation games, but this time she was using her pussy and her ass to cut off my air. Back and forth, up and down every minute or two as she kept cutting off my air until I thrashed about for oxygen. Finally, she seemed to settle in unusually tightly, and I realized that her moaning and heavy breathing had increased--the act of suffocating me with just her sitting on my face was exciting enough for her to cum!

Tamanna came a third time and this time it seemed like enough. She climbed off me and my head and headed to the bathroom, where I heard her take a shower. I was exhausted. My jaw and tongue ache like they never had in my life. She came out of the shower dressed in her professional clothes that she wore on most days. She cleaned me up a bit with a damp cloth and then left it and towel in the jail cell.

"Okay, back to puppy prison for you!" She let me go to the bathroom first, thank God, it had been hours. She then locked me up, left me some food and water, and simply said, same time tomorrow? Laughing at her own joke.

"I'll be back tomorrow, bitch-slave, but I now need to get home to comfort Rajesh over your kidnapping. With that, she snapped an old-fashioned instant polaroid and took it with her out the door, grasping it with her once-again black, gloved hand. This time she left me a medical urinal to go pee.

Day 3
She came the next day around mid-morning, I guessed. She filled me in on what happened last night, as I ate some food she had brought to me.

"Things went better than I expected. When your father came home, he sadly discovered you had been kidnapped and the kidnappers were demanding a $1 million dollar ransom. The polaroid of you naked and in your prison cell moved him very much. The note warned against contacting the police and I, the ever loving and reassuring wife, told him everything would be all right and that we should do what the kidnappers say--including not getting the police involved. It took some careful and artful and gentle persuasion on my part to convince him that this was the right thing to do. It's not like he doesn't have the money and it makes sense not to risk your life. The kidnappers gave your father three days to get the money together along with instructions as to when and where to deliver it. The kidnappers want it in cryptocurrency, which your father knows nothing about. But his savvier and younger wife is going to help him with that. So that three days is just the right amount of time I will need here with you before I let you go."

"You're going to let me go? What makes you think that the first thing I will do is turn you in?!?"

"Oh, let's just say that after three more days here, I am sure you will be convinced to go home and not say a thing. And on that note, we need to get a start to our activities here."

Tamanna then let me out of my cell, but still restrained by the heavy shackle attached to the long chain. I was allowed to go use the bathroom and shower. I don't know what she was doing while I was cleaning up, but when I emerged, she had set up a camera facing the bed and laid out a number of women's sexy underwear.

"Now, this is how this is going to work, bitch-slave. We are going to have a photoshoot--of you modeling some various outfits I have laid out here. And you will be performing a few acts according to my exact instructions while wearing said outfits. If you resist, I will beat you and hurt you. I am far stronger than you, Jai, so I wouldn't try anything if I were you. This can still end badly for you, as well as for me. It doesn't have to."

For the first time, she removed the shackle without binding my arms or legs in some other way. Tamanna motioned for me to put on one of the outfits. The one closest to me was a pink satin and lace panty and bra set. She then brought out a wig and lipstick and proceeded to put those on me and paint my lips with red lipstick. She then got out her phone and told me to smile and pose in various positions with a smile on my face.

"I said smile!" she ordered, when I didn't comply with the first time she said it. While she took some pictures, she still wasn't satisfied with what she saw apparently and went to a wall to grab a long whip.

"Perhaps you misunderstand. Let me explain it to you." With that, the whip sailed toward me, delivering a tremendous sting and a red welt to my thighs. Two more immediately followed. I howled in pain and tried to run for the door. I found it locked and, in my attempt to open it, Tamanna was already on me, she covered my mouth with her hand, and put me in a choke-hold, dragging me back to the bed. She tightened her grip so much that I passed out, which is what she probably intended.

When I came to, I was back on the bed, my pink outfit still on, while Tamanna sat on her throne waiting for me.

"Back to the land of the living, I see. Well, good. Now, ready to try again? If I don't get some happy smiles from you, I will whip you back, ass, and legs red with that whip. Do you understand?"

I saw little choice here. The whip really, really hurt. "Yes, Mistress, I understand." I felt like I had little choice--the whip really hurt a lot and lived in fear of being on the receiving end of it again.
And then I put on the best real smile I could muster and Tamanna snapped a bunch of pictures in different poses. I must have been good enough at her orders to smile, because she did not whip me again during the "photoshoot." After a few outfits, she had me put the pink one back on. She herself then put on her all-black catsuit, accompanied by a black hood this time that completely hid her identity--and a strap-on dildo!

"Oh, please, not that!"

She chucked a bit. "Yeah, I do enjoy hearing you beg. But sorry, a few more pictures will be necessary." She then had me get on my hands and knees, panties, bra, whig, and all. She told me to suck on the dildo until she had snapped a bunch of pictures with both her phone and camera mounted on the tripod.

When she finished that, she turned me around on the bed so that my face looked in the tripod's direction, but I was on my stomach. She pushed the dildo against my butthole so that it looked like she was penetrating me and snapped some more with the remote camera. She then moved the tripod to the side, lubed up the dildo, and pushed it several inches into my ass! Damn that hurt! I howled and yelled, but once she stopped and rested, she took some profiles that had a black-clad dominatrix look like she was fucking me in the ass, which she was!

"I think that is enough pictures for my purposes. Now, turn over!" I did as I was told and she then tied my arms to the bed. I didn't understand what was going on but then Tamanna resumed her position. She put the strap-on back into me and then covered my mouth and nose with her black leather-gloved hand.

"This is for me!" With that, she thrusted vigorously into me while she controlled how much air she let through her gloved hands. As uncomfortable as I was, I also felt her toy pressing against my prostate over and over, which was also stimulating me. Even as I whined my discomfort into her hands, my cock began to harden a bit with the prostate "massage."


As Tamanna saw this, she thrusted harder and harder and more vigorously. She built up a sweat from her exertions. Then, with one hand still on my mouth, she used her other hand to jerk me off as she continued to pound my ass. She was clearly enjoying the utter domination and humiliation--let's call it what it was, the raping--she was inflicting on me, so much so that she came from the experience right after she forced my orgasm.

When we were all done, I was lying in bed, still, while she took off her dominatrix clothes and cleaned herself up. Finally, she spoke.
"You see, Jai, my little bitch-slave, this is the way it's going to work. Once I have the ransom from your father, I will indeed release you. But if you try to say anything other than what I will tell you to say, all of these pictures will go out on the internet. Ultimately, all of your friends, enemies, and teachers will see you being my apparently enthusiastic sissy bitch. Whether people believe it was all done under duress or whether you enjoyed it doesn't really matter because those pictures will be out there--forever. Every time someone looks at you, googles your name, they will see you in pink lace, a whig, makeup, sucking my black plastic cock!"

"Alternatively, you can come home, safely released from captivity, tell the police you know very little, because you saw and heard very little from your time in captivity and resume your comfortable life with us. I will even be supportive of what you want to be doing--but you will need to follow my orders from now on."

I didn't realize then and there that she wasn't talking about resuming a normal stepmother-stepson relationship. I was destined to be her sex slave right in my own home, right under my father's nose.

I decided compliance was the best policy. I mean, right now I didn't have proof of anything. No one was going to believe me if I was released and blamed my stepmother. It made no sense. She already had access to my father's money, so it didn't follow that she would kidnap me for money. And with all the evidence of her outside activities removed or reshaped to hide who she was, there was no proof of motive there.

"I, I am willing to do that, come back home and play it like you told me."

Tamanna cackled a victorious laugh. "Excellent! I have your father pretty much convinced to pay the ransom through an untraceable cryptocurrency account. Hopefully, we can get this all resolved shortly!" With that, she put me back into my cell and left for the night, leaving only a sandwich and soda for me.

Day 4
The next day, Tamanna came back and announced: "Good news! You are going home today! This went quicker than I thought it would. Your father paid the ransom, so now we must honor our part of the bargain. Hold out your hands."

Tamanna handcuffed me and then opened the cell door, putting a hood over my head as I emerged.

"Let's go." She led me to her SUV, which had tinted windows and then we drove off. We drove for quite some time, but I did not have a good sense of how far. All I know is that when she stopped, she opened the door and shoved me out, handcuffs, hood, and all. She drove off as fast as can be before I even had a chance to pull the hood from my head. When I looked around, it was a quiet street but not far from a main road. I walked out and up the street and soon found a gas station and had the attendant call the police.

My Dad--and Tamanna (!)--met me at the police station and were relieved to see me back and safe. The police questioned me for some time, still, but I told them I had little to tell them. I said I was blindfolded the entire time and only occasionally heard the quiet whispers of a couple of "men."

When we left, I said little on the ride home, wondering what the future held with Tamanna.

THE-END

 

[Krishan202]

"Hey! When did you come?" Harish told me to come inside.


"Just come!" I replied confusedly.

"Why did you take that book?" Saying this, he came forward and took the book in my hand and said further, "Hey Baba, you don't read this book, this is a book only for adults ..."

adults always enjoyed it but At that moment I was in a different mood ... My cock was tight after reading the book ' and Harish must have noticed it but still he pulled the book out of my hand ... I quickly said to him,

"Why? Why can't I read? No, this book? What a cool story in it ... Please! Do let me read it ... "

" Oh no! ... If you read this book, you will do the right thing ... you don't have a girlfriend ... then you will 'muchu-muchu' .... it's a very bad habit hi ... so I say .. don't read such a book ... "

" Please, Harish Bhai ... give me this book ... only today ... The story in it is very cool! "

"No, Dada ... if anyone ... especially your 'Didi', not your parents, looked at you, then you have a problem and I have a problem ...

" But brother .. how will they know? ... I won’t tell them I will not show it ... I will not take out this book in front of them. I promise! Please give me this book now. I will read it till evening and bring it to you ... Please! "

I was in such a hurry to read 'that' book that I was literally begging him! When Harish noticed my urgency, he finally agreed!

" You promise me that you will not take me out in front of anyone ... and if someone catches you reading, you will not say my name ... I understand ?? "

" Yes sir! ... Absolutely promise! Thanks! Thank you brother! "I happily took the book from his hand and started walking out ... He stopped me and said,

" Oh wait! ... Did you carry such a book? He hid it in pants ... "

So he put it on my shirt and slipped the book into my pants and took it off his shirt

. .Otherwise it will be in my book ... "

He smiled loudly and my face turned pale! I walked out of his shop smiling ... There is an ironing stall in the side street of our building where we always let the clothes be ironed. In the stall was a table and a counter istrice back of which was a tin shed. He had a room behind a partition in which he lived ...
Harish was from a certain village but had come to the city for subsistence ... He had rented this stall and was ironing and living in it ... Everyone knew him when he was doing business here for many years. We had a good acquaintance with him when he was allowed to iron clothes ....

My father has a grocery store and he stays there all day. My mother is a housewife and in her spare time she goes to her father's shop ... I have an older sister, Keerthi a Didi ... She was married two years ago and she had gone to her husband's house. Our house is quite large in this building built during the British period and each has a separate room.

My name is Sagar ... I go to college and I am in my first year. I have a lot of friends in college but no girlfriends. I don't even know the girls in the area when I don't have any special friends in our area. So I was eager to make friends with the girls, to be with them.

Two months ago my sister's husband went to Dubai for a temporary assignment and he will stay there for 2 years. Sister's father-in-law is actually from Pune and her in-laws are there but her mistress's posting was in Nashik so they were only living in Nashik. Now, after her husband went to Dubai, she was alone in Nashik. She was going to stay with us for 2 years. Of course he was happy because when no one my age was my friend, I would get my sister's company …

Until two months ago, my life was going very normal .... Every morning I used to go to this ironing stall to give clothes and in the evening we used to bring clothes from him. Sometimes one day I would not have to iron the clothes, otherwise I would go to him almost daily. My life has been changing since my sister came to live with us! I noticed an important change in Harishbhai's behavior towards Istriwala .... When my sister was not with us, he would not chat with me much and would not allow me to stay at his stall, but since Didi came, he started chatting with me a little more. He started joking with me, talking nonsense. He used to stop me and tell me many interesting things. When I didn't have a close friend, I started liking his company and I started chatting with him. In the early days, Harish inquired about Keerthi Didi sometimes ... Where did she go after marriage? Where is her father-in-law? ... Where is her husband and when will he come? When I told her that her husband would come after 2 years and she would stay with us for 2 years, a different gleam came in his eyes! I did not realize at the time why he was so excited. But when I got a little skeptical, I reduced my relationship with him a bit. I began to think that Harishbhai did not have good thoughts about my sister ... but when he did not pose any threat to her, I did not worry about it.

Slowly Harishbhai started chatting with me about wives and daughters. He started talking to me about women's delicate organs, sex ... He asked me if I had a girlfriend. When I said 'no' to him, he asked me if I would like to be friends with a girl. I said to him, 'Who wouldn't like that?'

Then he asked me if I had ever seen the delicate organs of a girl or a woman or if I had seen anyone naked. I told him the truth that I had never seen anyone naked or half-naked. Then he mistakenly told me in consolation words that I should try to make friends with a girl so that I would get knowledge about sex from that girl.

We had a lot of chats about such sex but I didn't want to deal with it ... either I had sex with him I used to have fun talking to him and when there was no one to talk to me openly, I used to talk to him about sex without any hesitation. One of my minds was telling me not to talk to him about such a filthy thing as sex but my other mind was telling me that there was nothing wrong with it ... then our relationship became more free!

One morning when I went to Harish Bhai's ironing shop to iron clothes, I did not see him in the shop. He had mostly gone to the back room. When I went to his shop and went inside without standing in front of a tall table like the counter in front of me, I went behind the table as usual and sat on a stool and waited for him to come. As I sat and looked around, I saw a book in the back pocket of the counter. I took out the book and startedit easily. looking at it, I was shocked to see a picture of a naked woman on the cover of the book! I was shocked to read that he was reading such a book! The pocket of the counter was behind and usually no one was coming behind the counter. He was very close to me so I used to come and sit inside. I quickly looked at the door of his inner room and made sure that he was not coming ... then I started reading the book.

I thought it would be a photo book of naked women but if I looked inside it was a book of pornographic stories. Inside, there were only 2/3 pictures of sex like cartoons. I got a little tired but I started reading the story. The story I started reading was about the intercourse between a widowed daughter-in-law and her young brother Dir ... Bapare! What a sexy book it was! Zavazvi was described very openly in that book ... I just read 2/3 paragraphs and my cock became very tight! I was so dumb in reading that I did not know when Harish Bhai came out.

Our conversation on the first of the story had taken place at that time. Then he gave me the book in such a way that he is doing me a great favor. I knew at that time It wasn't that he had put the book there on purpose and I had found it in the trap he had set!

Then when I got home I went to my room and locked the door and secretly started reading the book. It was my first time reading such a dirty book of sexy stories. Before I could read, I was so excited that I pulled my cock out of my bermuda and started reading the book moving. The cockstory in that book was so sexy! In the worst filthy words in sex, the book openly describes how a daughter-in-law stimulates her dira by showing her naked body and sucks from him ... There were five or six different incidents in that book and I read it twice! I had rubbed my cock twice with a fist until I read that book!

As promised to Harish, I went to his shop in the evening to return the book but I did not want to return it. But when I had to give it to him, I went with Nilaja. When I handed him the book back, he looked at me and asked with a smile, "Do you like the book?"

"Yes! ..." I replied a little embarrassed.
"Are you ashamed ... don't tell me then ..." he asked me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh no ... the book was so cool! ... do you still have it ??" I asked him.

"There are ... there are a lot of books ..." he said smiling.

"Then why don't you let me read?" I asked, looking at him hopefully.

"I'll give it ... not now but I'll give it to you later ..." So he took the book and went to put it in the inner room ...

Then every day after that I started asking him about such a book of sexy stories and he would give it later. Reason kept avoiding giving me the book. This went on for almost a week ... that week I was remembering the description in the book I had read before and was stroking my cock four or five times a day, then a week later I lost my temper and sat down in Harish's shop and started begging him Give me a book anyway. I literally had enough left to hold his feet! Then he brought me a book from inside, pretending to be really kind to me. While giving the book, he said to me, "I give you this book but on one condition ..."

"What condition?" I enthusiastically asked to take the book.

"You read the book and brought it back to tell me what you liked about the book ..." he said with a smile.

"Yes, I will ... I will tell you ..." I said to get ready quickly.

"It just did not want to say in detail what and how you liked it ... ..."

"Yes, yes! ... I certainly will go .... now ..."

So I took him in hand and a book in my pants as I walked out of his shop ... Anyway, I immediately agreed to his terms when I wanted the book, and still, after reading the book, I would get to tell someone what I felt and what came to my mind ... when I had no other friends. My thoughts, my doubts could be cleared with him. Jumping with joy and excitement, I came home and secretly started reading the book like last time ... This book also had a very sexy story like the last book.

The story in this book was about a boy who Aunty's neighbor's husband is working in the suburbs and she is hungry for sex.There were many such incidents in that story .... In the end, in the story, the three or four children eat that aunty at the same time, that incident was very strange and sex! Just after reading that episode two or three times I skipped the cocks twice!

When I went to return the book to Harish's shop in the evening, he asked me mischievously, "What then, Sagar ... How did the story feel?" "Very sexy!" I replied enthusiastically. "Didn't your sister see you reading a book?" Suddenly he asked me. "No! .. I read the book by locking the door in my room ..." I answered quickly but I found his question very strange! Why did he suddenly take his sister's name? "What do you like in the story?" He asked me curiously to change the subject.

"The last scene ... the scene where the three of them kiss that aunty ..." I said excitedly. "Oh, that scene is a climax .. a full fuck! ... What do you like about that scene?" Harish said enthusiastically. "That aunty takes it all at once ..." I said.

"What exactly? Tell me ..." Harish asked me whispering.

"One of them is licking Aunty's pussy and one of them is putting his cock in her ass from behind ... One is licking her mouth by giving cock in her mouth and one is licking her Breast and licking her Breast ...."

"Ahhhh ... isn't that a great scene? ... that aunty must have got to take four cocks ... she must be a very hot aunty ..." Harish said with a strange smile and excitement.

"But is there really such an aunty taking four cocks at a time? Is this story true ??" I also asked Harish excitedly.

"Oh, everything works in this world ... of course, these writers don't write stories ... they would have seen it, they would have done it ... Oh, she was the aunt of the neighbor ... ... "Harish winked at me.

"What are you saying ??? Really ???" I asked in surprise … "Oh then what ... I will give you a book to read .... let's run away from here now ... I have a lot of work to do ...." So Harish kicked me out of his shop .... I was shocked to hear his words that someone is cheating on his mother and sister .... Why does anyone know that thought? My cock was so tight! The thought of Keerthi didi came to my mind quickly ... My sister's thoughts made my cock harder and I felt ashamed! I came home shaking that thought out of my mind.

After that, it became my daily routine to go to Harish's shop in the morning to iron clothes and secretly take a book of porn stories from him. Then in the afternoon sit in my room and read the book and stroke the cock. Then he would go to his shop in the evening to get the clothes back and return the book to him. While reading the book, I used to rub my cock at least twice ... I used to punch the book once before going to bed at night, and when I woke up in the morning, I would go to the toilet and hit the book again, remembering the story.

I got into the habit of punching four times a day ... I was well aroused by reading those sexy stories and now I am really looking for a girl to fuck ... Harish started looking at my cock while talking about the story in the book in his shop ... My cock used to be tight and he knew I was aroused so I didn't try to cover the puffiness of my cock that was visible on my pants.

Harish used to wear Lungi in the shop and while talking to me he used to stand with one foot on the side small stool ... then under the pretext of scratching his thigh he would put his hand in the Lungi which would slide his Lungi and I could see his cock ... I used to see cocks, but he was mostly excited because his cock was also a little hard.

One such evening I went to him to fetch clothes and return a book ... He easily asked me about Keerthi didi. I answered him softly ... Then he asked me, "Why doesn't your sister come to fetch ironing clothes now? She used to come often before the wedding ...."

"She doesn't need to come because I'm coming ... she was coming before the wedding but then when she left I had to work ..." I replied easily. "Oh, but if you ever have to go somewhere, she can come to get clothes ..." Harish said. "Yeah! But I won't let that happen ... I want to return the book to you ... So I'll leave it to you no matter what I do ..." I said.

"Oh, but you can come anytime in the afternoon to return the book ... there is no need to come in the evening ..." he said. "Hey, I come from college and I get good privacy in the afternoon ... then I read that book ... and bring it back in the evening ..." I explained.
"Oh but you don't have to give the book in the evening ... you keep the book at night and bring it back the next morning ..."

"Really? Can I keep the book until nightfall?" I asked happily.

"Yeah so ... you don't have to come in the evening ... you keep reading at night and keep moving your cool cock ... on the contrary you can read books all night long as you feel like Keep giving ... "

"Wow! .. What fun ... will I keep the book all night? ... then there will be a commotion ...." I said happily.

"Oh no ... so you don't have to come in the evening to fetch clothes ... you send it to your sister ..." Harish said, smiling mysteriously. I was a little wary of him and asked him skeptically, "Oh, but what if Keerthi didi didn't come? What if she asked me to come?"

"Avoid coming up with any reason ... otherwise don't stay at home at that time ..." Harish said, smiling disguisedly. "But why do you think she should come to get clothes?" I asked him.

"Oh, you don't know how ..." Harish smiled again and said, "Your sister is so beautiful! Her face is so sweet! I feel so good when I see her face! I can't see her face ... so I'm telling her to send for clothes ... "

"Harishbhai ... it's a little too much ..." I said to him in a slightly raised voice.

"Hey, Sagar ... why are you angry? ..." Harishbhai put his hand on my shoulder and explained to me, "Your sister has no problem with this .... Now you tell me ... I am helping you by giving you this book, am I not? Am I satisfying your appetite for sex with this book? Then you should help me to be happy too ... Your sister came ... I will see her ... I will feel better, I will be a little happier ... What's the harm? I'll just look at her ... I won't do anything ... "

Now I understand why he was telling me to return the book in the morning ... In the evening my sister came to fetch clothes instead of me. He was going to secretly look at her sexy jaw with a lustful look. I thought for a moment, should I really send my sister to get some clothes? If she comes, will Harish do anything to her? After considering all the possibilities, I realized that Harish could do nothing but look at my sister with a lustful look ... If Keerthi didi noticed that and she hit him, she would automatically stop coming and Harish would have no reason to call her.

So, after much thought, I decided to send Keerthi didi to fetch clothes in the evening. I told him that my sister would not come every day but 2/3 times a week because I could not avoid it every day ... Harish gladly agreed and let me read two books that day ....

Then in the evening, for some reason or another, I started avoiding bringing ironing clothes ... In the evening, since there was only Keerthi didi at home, I had to go to Harish's shop to fetch her clothes. .. She didn't mind much about it when she was working sometimes before marriage ...

In the first week, Keerthi Didi went to fetch clothes from him 2/3 times, then the next evening when I went to fetch clothes from him, he enthusiastically started telling me, "Dude, Sagar! What a cool pink dress your sister wore yesterday! She looked so sexy in it! Her dress was so tight that her Breast was bulging out from the hollow neck ... The robe was so thin that I could see her breasts through it. I wanted to look at her boobs like this ... Isn't this the mirror here? I was looking at her Breast through it ... "

With that he showed me the small mirror in front of me. He had put that small mirror on the wall of his sheet so that Hardly anyone would notice ... then he must have seen my sister's breasts through it ....


"Oh, I ironed the clothes again to make your sister stay longer ... I was looking at her big mamma in the mirror while ironing ..." Harish's eyes were lustful as he told me that ... Said "Harishbhai ... this is not right ... I started sending her because you told me ... but don't keep her here for long ...."

"Hey man, Sagar .... I stop her every day for a while ... but yesterday she looked so sexy! ... I wanted to keep looking at her boobs .... friend! I have never seen anyone like her .... You are so lucky! Sexy stuff like her is in your house ... "


"Harishbhai ... She is my sister ... don't talk to her about goods ..." I said I was a little irritated.


"Oh Sagar .... don't be angry! ... there is nothing wrong in praising what is beautiful ... I admire your sister when she is really beautiful ... and what do you think of me when you are my best friend. What a shame to say that. " Harishbhai explained to me.


"But Harishbhai ... she is my ..."

"Oh you know, Ray ...," he said quickly, stopping me, "she's your sister ... but she's beautiful, she's sexy! ... so there's nothing wrong with saying that ... Now look at that ... We watch movies, we all like heroines, we feel sexy ... our cocks get tight when we see their youth, we fuck them in dreams but ... now that heroine is also someone's sister .... So why don't we stop dreaming about them? Do you give it? No, no ... We look at their youth, remember them and punch them .... That's right ... She's your sister ... But I don't have any ... So it's wrong to say what I think about her. What? "


Surprisingly, his argument seemed right to me! I didn't like it a bit, but I didn't feel wrong ... Either the book of Zavazvi's stories he gave me was very hot and I was starting to feel like I should actually have Zavazvi. But when I was not likely to get a kiss from any girl, I was reducing my frustration by talking to Harish in such a sexy and dirty way ... So when he used to say such dirty things, he would increase my arousal and in a way I would be sexually satisfied ...


Now his dirty talk was about my sister ... but he was not harming me, on the contrary, I started to feel a different kind of excitement ... when he was talking about my sister, my cock was very tight without my knowledge! ... I could feel a different sensation in my cock! So I didn't object to him talking any more and let him talk about my sister as he wanted ...


After that day, Harish started talking about my sister very casually. From her appearance, from her delicate body, he began to make very dirty comments. At first I thought it would be nice to hear it but hearing that made my cock incredibly tight. And then I started liking his sexy comments about Keerthi didi ... On the contrary, sometimes I would make a point and encourage Harish to talk dirty about her. I was getting an anonymous orgasm after hearing erotic comments about my sister ...

Now my look at my sister has changed! Before this she was my ‘respectable sister’ but now she seemed to me a ‘sexy goods’. Now I was secretly observing her sexuality. 27/28 year old didi was a very sexy woman! Madamast Jawani was running through her whole body. Especially her breasts were very full, her buttocks were bulging and fleshy ... My cock used to be twenty-two when I saw hollow bembi on a flat stomach, thighs full of banana seeds. The little mangalsutra around her neck only made her think that she was married, otherwise she would have felt like a college girl…


When everyone in our house was a little modern-minded, no one forced my sister to wear a sari after marriage. Being in her own home, she used to be a little careless in terms of clothes. It benefited me and my Landa. Unbeknownst to her, I was observing her entire breasts and buttocks. When she was at home, she used to wear an old Punjabi dress or a skirt-top or a jeans-T-shirt. When the clothes were always small or tight in size, another button or hook was always open. So I always got a glimpse of her full breasts.


If she was wearing a T-shirt, she would not be wearing a bra inside. She already had a big Breast in which the T-shirt was tight so the shape of the nipple on the Breast was easily visible. Sometimes her nipple was stiff and its shape was obvious. When she was asleep, I could see her nipples from her t-shirt. Sometimes she would change clothes in front of me in a hurry. At that time I used to get a glimpse of her naked breasts and that nipple.

She wore a shirt-like top that kept the top one or two buttons open. Then for some reason she bent down so that the bulge of her Breast protruded from her open neck. She would sit on a chair, bend over the table, write or read, or stand next to him, and her open neck would show the full bulge inside ... The brown nipple on the bulge and the chocolate arrow would be clearly visible. Didi had no idea that I was looking at her with lustful eyes. Maybe she thought I was too young or she didn't think her younger brother was looking at her lustfully.


One such afternoon when I went to Harish's shop, he was telling me. "Dude, Sagar ... when your sister came to pick up your clothes yesterday, she was wearing those tight pants and white top ... Dude, you should have seen her ass ... she looked so thick and round, what can I say .. .. those pants were sitting so tight on her ass that the shape of the inside panties was obvious ... your sister's ass was looking so cool that i thought that's how it should go and turn the cock on her ass from behind ... "


"I was barely controlling myself ... her top was just coming down her waist ... and it was so tight that her big mommy looked so cool ... man! I was so excited to see her I went 3 times and filtered my cock ... but now remembering your sister's body, my cock is getting tight ... "


With that he hurried to the back room of the shop and slammed the door. I don't know why he went in and why he closed the door ... After a while he opened the door and came out and smiled at me ... I asked him, "What happened, brother Harish? Why did you go inside all of a sudden?"

"Oh, remembering your sister, my cock became very tight ... then we cooled it down a bit ...," he said, waving his fist and gesturing, He smiled and I smiled shamelessly ... He smiled and asked me, "I was wondering where is your sister going with such sexy clothes? I saw her leaving yesterday. When she came back, she came here directly to pick up the clothes. I mean, she had met someone ..."

"What do I know? Where did she go and who did she meet ..." I replied.


"She must have met her boyfriend most of the time ..." Harish winked at me … "Boyfriend? How will my sister be? She's married ..." I said.

"So what happened? She must have been her ex-boyfriend ... now that she is living here, she must have gone to meet him ..." Harish said.


"I don't know ... but it should be as you say ... maybe it's her boyfriend ..." I said.


I replied on purpose because after hearing that, Harish will say some more dirty things about my sister .... and I will be encouraged to hear that ...


"Shall I tell you clearly, Sagar? Aren't you angry?" Harish asked me.


"Oh don't say ... I was angry with you ..." I reassured him (and encouraged him to talk more dirty about my sister).

"I think your sister must be sniffing at her boyfriend ... because she's so sexy that she's having sex.


You can't live without it ... "Harish said smiling.


"Hmm .. something .... she's sexy from the beginning ... but where did she get married before? So where was she going to her boyfriend or was she kissing him ..." I suddenly revealed.


"Hey, do you know if she was cheating on her boyfriend before the wedding or not? Maybe to your old 'friend' ... "Harish was talking as if he knew my sister's complete history ...

"Yeah most of the time ... maybe that's what you're talking about ..." I answered thoughtfully.

"Maybe ... Of course ... Did you see your sister when you came home yesterday? Her top was a bit crumpled ... Most of her boy friends must have pressed her boobs on top ... He took off her clothes and waited until she was naked. Maybe not ... He must have sucked your sister's tight boobs and big nipples ... "


"But ..." I said.


"Tell me one ... have you seen your sister naked?"


Harish asked me side by side .... I knew that he was getting more and more excited while saying every sentence about my sister ... He started moving his hand from his lungi to his cock ... I was getting excited just like he was. .. My cock was getting tight ... Looking at the tent , I said, "I mean, I haven't seen her completely naked yet ... but I've seen her breasts bulge a lot ... sometimes when she changes clothes I can even see her nipples ..."


"What do you mean? She changes clothes in front of you ??" Harish asked in surprise.


"No ... I mean when she's in a hurry I'm in the room but she doesn't feel anything ..." I said.


"She must be showing you on purpose ... Dude .... Your sister is a real joker that shows her brother's Breast ...." He said winking at me.


"No no... she doesn't show me anything on purpose ... I'm watching it secretly ..."

"How is the color of her nipple? Her nipples will be very big ..." Harish asked.

"Her nipples are brown ... and your guess is correct! ... her nipples are well long ... the aurola around her nipples is round ...."


"Ahhh ... tell me ... tell me more about your sister ... I'm getting excited ..." Harish started rubbing his cock ...


"When my sister uses old clothes at home, they are very tight and they are too small ... When she doesn't wear a bra at home, I can see her breasts from her clothes .. Her boobs are so big! ..." I also told her excitedly .

"Tell me one, Sagar ... your sister will be jealous of many people ... her boyfriend and other friends ... she will be a real rand ..."


"Harishbhai ... What do you call her randi? Randi is a woman who is taken away by many people? Then my sister is a bit like that ...." I asked Harish.


"Hey dude .... do you know what she does when she goes out? "


Saying this, Harish went and locked the door of the shop from inside. And then he came close to me ... straightening his lungi he pulled his cock out from inside and he started moving ... seeing his cock my eyes widened! His red cock was thick and elongated like a cobra ... It was straight and hard like a rusty iron rod ...

"I don't know about her other friends but my brother-in-law is definitely lucky that he has got a sexy wife like my sister ... she can eat it whenever she wants ..."


"Oh, but where is he here now? ... He is sitting there in Dubai ... And here your sister is being snatched from her friends ... Her friends must be enjoying her youth ... Yes or no?"


"There will be ... there will be robbery ... there will be robbery ... there will be robbery ... there will be robbery ... there will be robbery ... there will be a robbery ..."


"Sagar, have you seen your sister's pussy? ... tell me .... have you ever seen her pussy ??" Harish asked excitedly.

"No Ray ... I never got that chance ... I tried many times to see her pussy ... but no luck!" I answered.


Now Harish came very close to me and he put his hand on my hard cock from my pants and he started rubbing my cock. He gestured to me to take his cock in his hand ... I didn't want to touch his cock but when he was rubbing my cock I had to rub his cock ... I reached out and grabbed his cock ... his cock was hot. It looked and was really as hard as iron! …


Harish unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out from inside. Then he grabbed my cock and started moving it ... He gestured to me that I should move his cock as he was moving my cock .... Then I started moving his cock ... For the first time in my life my cock was touched by someone other than me and I was holding someone else's cock in my hand ...


"Dude, Sagar .. your sister is the number one slut! ... ! ... Have you ever seen her walking down the street? I want to take it ... and she invites everyone to put your cock in my ass ... "Harish said, moving my cock.

"Gandhi means ??" I asked, moving his cock.

"Did you ever kiss anyone ??" I asked.

"Hey Ray ... I'll tell you what's funny ... All of a sudden it feels tight ... When I look at your sister's ass, the only thought that comes to my mind is ... Will I ever get to put a cock in her ass ... Dude ... What can I say .. how much I want to fuck your sister ... every time I look at your sister, I look at her ass .. then I think that's how it should go and fuck her horizontally ... " ...


"Harishbhai ... are you so mad to fuck my sister?" I asked him in a hoarse voice.


"Oh, what can I tell you now ... Someone will go crazy to fuck her ... You tell me ... If you get to fuck your sister, will you fuck her or not? Even if your sister is there, will you leave her ??" Harish asked me, pressing my cock.


Harish asked me that and I went to the clouds ... I started imagining and in my imagination I undressed my sister and started fucking her ... That idea was so pleasant and erotic that both my mind and cocks started floating in the air .... There was a different tension in my cock!


"Oh Harishbhai ... I will kiss ... I will kiss my sister ... Wow! What fun! ... But how is that possible ??? She will call me for a while and say 'My dear brother, fuck me!' ... It can't happen ... "I finally said in a desperate tone.


"Oh, it can happen ... of course it can happen ..." Harishbhai showed me the leaf of hope!


"No man ... how ??" I asked him in surprise ...


"Hey friend ... everything can happen in this world .... i just need an idea .... if you do as I say then you will get your sister to eat ... but you have to listen to me ... speak! My ?? " Harish asked me ...


"Yes brother ... I will listen to you ...," I was so deep in the pit of lust at that moment that I did not know what I was talking about ... In that blur I said to him, "I will listen to what you say. .. Please tell me ... how can I make her?


I was so aroused that I was begging a stranger to help me so that I could fuck my sister .... Both of our cocks were so hard! And we were both moving each other's cocks loudly ...

"Okay friend! ... I will help you ... but before that you promise me ... that you will not tell anyone about your planning ... no matter what ..." Harish asked me.


"Yeah bro ... I promise ... I won't tell anyone ..." I said quickly.


"Okay ... but I have to feed her before you feed her ... let her feed me so I can make your arrangement ... do you know?"


"Yeah! Got it! ... I don't mind ..." I said excitedly.


"Well then ... do as I say ... once you do that then you take me to your house ... and then we both fuck your sister ... I will put my cock in her ass and you put your cock in her pussy ... OK? Approved? " Harish asked me.

"Approved! .... Ohhhh Harishbhai ... I will do what you say ... I will help you with everything .... Then you will kiss my sister ... Then I will kiss her ... My sister ... My Sister Randi .. ohhhh ... ahhhh ... ahhh ... I'm falling ... ohhhh ... I'm starting to swallow ... "


And the semen started dripping from my cock .... I couldn't stand the idea that I was sucking my sister and my cock started to gush ..... When my cock stopped leaking, I opened my eyes and looked at Harish. He looked at me and smiled and I smiled a little! I had ejaculated but Harish's cock had not ejaculated yet and was still very hard ... I was moving his cock all of a sudden ... he looked at me and smiled strangely and started blabbering ...


"Sagar ... you are the number one slut! ... you punched your sister's name and rubbed your cock in her name ... and the mere idea of fucking her made your cock swallow quickly ... you see ... how much of your randi sister The effect is on you ... Her youth forces her brother to suck cock ... So what will happen to others like me? ... I want to fuck her more than you want her to fuck .... So you have to fuck her "No matter what happens ... I will have to go to jail for fucking her ... but I will not let her go now ... she must let me eat ... and she must let you eat too ...."

"If she doesn't let me eat, I will forcefully fuck her ... I will fuck and tear her pussy .... I will bite her by pressing her Breast .. I will fuck her by sucking her nipples ... .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ... Give me a lump in your pussy ... give me a lick in your ass ... ahhh ... ahhh ... ohhhh ... "

After saying this, Harish's cock started dripping ... Semen started dripping from his cock and my hand started falling down ... Today I first realized that so much semen comes out of a man's cock .... I kept moving his cock and he closed his eyes, he was enjoying the orgasm ... When his cock stopped dripping, I let go of his cock and wiped my hand on the towel lying on the side ... I wiped my cock with the same towel, put my cock in my pants and zipped it ...


Then Harish wiped our semen down with the same towel and cleaned it ... Then he took me to his inner room and he made tea for both of us. After having tea, we started planning to fuck my sister ... Harish was very smart about his wife! He had many ideas in his head on how to convince a woman and he told me which ideas would apply to my sister ...


But he told me one thing that he would fuck my sister first and then I would be able to fuck her ... He took his promise from me and then he started telling me exactly what to do …


"Look, Sagar ... now you do this ... when you are alone with your sister, you keep looking at her Breast. She should notice that ... even if she sees you looking at her Breast, don't look away ... If she says something to you or if she has any objections, then you should apologize to her, but mostly look at her Breast, her ass ... If she doesn't have any objections, then understand that she has no problem ... "


"Then you take the next step and start touching her body unknowingly ... especially when she is wearing sexy clothes ... try to touch her boobs or ass on purpose ... touch her delicate limbs pretending to be accidental ... Use all these tricks and tell me what your sister's reaction will be after 2/3 days ... Do you understand? "


"Yes sir! ... I'll tell you to come ..."


Having said that, I left Harish's shop .... I was very happy that day and I was in a different fantasy ... I was very excited with the idea that my sexy sister would get me to eat ...

From the next day Harish and I started behaving like we were planning .... After I came home from college in the afternoon, Keerthi and I were only at home because my mother was at the shop with my father .. This time in the afternoon when we were both at home was the right time for my planning .. While walking around the house, I started staring at Keerthi Didi's boobs and buttocks ... At first she didn't notice it but then she started noticing it ... But she didn't tell me that she didn't take any objection ...