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He was getting out of control, and his erection had become straight and was stiff. He slowly crawled on to the bed, and slept beside her. He turned towards her, and slowly kept his hands on her soft long tummy. His hands now were slowly moving over her tummy. He had to be careful not to wake her up. He was feeling her stomach, its softness, and started to press it gently. His erection was very tight. He reached the navel, and put his one finger inside her plump fleshy navel. He lay there motionless enjoying it for few moments. After some times, he moved his hands a little below her navel, cupped the protruding belly, and started rubbing it silently. He was doing all this very slowly step by step, and he was very careful not to disturb the sleep of Nivetha. It was a heavenly feeling for him.

Then, he moved his hands a little below on her pussy, and just felt the silky pubic hairs around it. The two huge fleshy boobs were under his hands. They were very tight as well as soft. His erection had also become very tight as if it would explode now with all it contained. He started gripping one of her breasts with his palm. He could feel its softness in his hand. He began to gently squeeze her breasts.

She moved slightly, let out a feeble moan, and again went in to deep sleep. He located her nipples and started to draw circles around it, along the areola. He noticed that this action sent shivers through out her body. He took a nipple between his thumb and index fingers, and started pressing it gently at first. The Boobs were huge with big areola and puffy nipples. He exchanged with her other boob for his fondling.

He closed the door, switched on the dim bed light, and laid himself close to her. She was looking very sexy, and at that moment, he closely watched her every parts.

He placed his legs over her thighs, near her pussy. She never reacted to his moves. Under the cover of darkness, he touched her pussy. Then she opened her eyes. She was awaked.

"You look very sexy in this dress," he said.

"Really!" She said. She was staring at his hard cock.

She spread her legs apart as he started fingering her pussy. He got up and made the lights on. There on the bed, lay his beautiful sexy wife. He bent down, and started sucking her pussy. As he sucked her pussy, she reached her orgasm in his mouth. She then started sucking his Dick, taking it deep down her throat.

She turned downward and slept on stomach position.

Aditya bent the both knees of legs of Nazriya upward, and started parting the two thighs by holding the two calves. He immediately knelt down to keep the balance, so that the legs would not fall down. He quickly grabbed her ass, and inserted his erected cock in her pussy from back by giving a hard push. He pushed his hard cock in her wet flowing pussy.

"Pucchhhhhhhhhhhh," a sound came, and his cock was now inside her pussy. He jerked her deep, and she responded by moving her ass up and down with the rhythm of his fucking. She was moaning. Aditya never wanted an early pregnancy of Nazriya as they had to enjoy for more years in future. He felt the urge of coming, so he withdrew his dick from the pussy hole, and Nivetha started sucking it.

"I am coming...coming," saying this, Aditya cummed inside her mouth holding her head tightly.

He removed the cock, and noticed that a stream of his cum was oozing out from the side of her mouth. She wiped out it with her left hand. The rest of cum, she gulped inside her stomach. Then they both embraced each other with kissing, and were unknown when the slept has overcome them. They fell asleep for few hours

-- --- --There was a sharp knocking at the door. Both of them awoke at the same time with sleepy eyes. Aditya heard the voice of Nivetha,"Bhabhi, (Sister in- law)...wake up...wake up..It is morning...papa is waiting for tea in the Terrace. Mom has already prepared the tea and kept it in kitchen room. She is in Puja Room, and I am going to take bath. Please serve the tea to papa immediately."

Nazriya pushed herself up from the couch. Aditya was awaken by Nazriya easing herself out of bed. He pretended to still be asleep, assumed she was looking for her cloths, and would be leaving. She hurriedly woke up, put on her Capri, and opened the door. She went to kitchen room, poured the tea in to cup, placed the cup in Tray, and proceeded towards Terrace where her Father in law was waiting for her.

Since, she was the newlywed Daughter in law of the house, she made it a point during her brief staying there to take care of every small needs of her In laws, creating an impression of her being a dutiful Daughter in law. After her departure, Aditya also got up and put on his Boxer and T Shirt.

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"Papa," a sweet voice was heard from nearby. Viswanath was so merged in news paper that he heard no footstep of his Daughter in law Nazriya, who was waiting with a cup of tea in Tray, and standing beside him.

"Oh! Yes," he said. He kept the news paper aside, and glanced towards his Daughter in law.

"Good morning, Papa," said Nazriya, parting her very sexy natural rosy lips with a captivating smile showing her small chin. Her narrow jaw opened with prominent glistening pearls of white teeth.

"Good morning, Beta," Viswanath also wished.

Viswanath looked at his Bahu. She was looking stunningly beautiful like fresh morning rose. Nazriya was wearing a loose Capri and sleeveless tops, made of slack materials. Her very smooth white hands and legs visible below knees were protruding from the dress.

She appeared to be in disheveled stage, silky hairs falling on her high forehead with thin line of vermilion, almost wiped out in the parting hair line of middle head, may be due to sleeping. Her two wrists embellished with pairs of two gold Bangles, and 6 nos of green colored glass bangles in between in each of the wrists. She was tall with the height of 5'5", a very pretty, attractive, and beautiful woman. It was wrong to say her a woman, who was just married for only a year, rather she was a girl of 26 years old having a white oval face, with high cheek bones, wide set of black eyes, with thin eye brows, and sharp nose. The radiant sun ray was falling on her face, and she looked like Goddesses of Venus

She bent down to place the cup of tea on the wooden table in front of him. Viswanath noticed her slender white right hand from the sleeveless tops she wore, which had wider arm opening on the side. He noticed the bulging white flash, a part of the boob, and he could see the arm pit with very thin black patch of sprout of hairs, which must have been shaved off before few days.

He took up the cup of tea and said, "Thanks Beta."

She was standing before him. He noticed the bulging Boobs and visible nipples from the Tops. The shape of perky boobs were about to burst out from the tops and was juggling before him. He was sure; she was not wearing any Bra inside. The puffy with pointed nipples were already visible, which were erected upwards. Further carefully, he glanced towards her below waist line.

He also noticed the outline of very wide hips from the Capri. The Capri was sticked to the body from a very narrow waist, and a clear triangle shape had been formed with two fleshy thighs in both sides. She was not wearing a panty. He understood that his Bahu had not worn anything beneath the dress. It was morning, and usually at home in Metro cities, the girls prefer to wear nothing beneath the dress. Ohhh! What a shame but what was to be done, this was the trend of present generation.

Suddenly, he noticed some dried patches below the Triangle shape, half of it was in drying process, turned hard, and rest of it were in wet condition. Viswanath Mishra wondered what was it? He stared her silently for some moment without noticing of Nazriya.

She was so close to him, and the fragrance of Body spray from Victoria Secret mixed with her body sweat pervaded in the air. The aroma was so intoxicating that his all senses became paralyzed for a moment. He regained his consciousness.

Oh! God what evil things he was thinking about his Daughter in law, after all, she was his Daughter in law. It would be sin; he diverted his mind, and started sipping the tea.

"Beta, tell me at what time yours parents are reaching here? you know! They are the key persons on this occasion," he asked.

"Papa, their Train reaches at 12.30, Noon,"she replied.

"Then, tell Aditya (his son) to reach before time to pick up them," he said to Nazriya.

"Yes, Papa, I will tell him," replied Nazriya and left.

She turned away, and paved her way to inside of the House. He noticed the Rounded Butt cheeks, moving together up and down in a synchronized manner. The back portion of Capri clung so tightly in ass crack that he visualized her naked. Immediately, he felt a heat in his loins. Oh! God... what he was thinking? After all she was his Daughter in law. His eyes fixed on her for a moment, and then he turned his face away.

Nazriya was proceeding towards the inner corridor to enter the Hall. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Aditya appeared and embraced her tightly.

"Hey! What are you doing? Leave me, Mom or Nivetha may see us," said Nazriya with anxiety.

"Sorry, did not mean to startle you, don't worry! Papa is sitting in Terrace. Mom is in Puja Room. Nivetha is in Bath Room," said Aditya.

"You are looking very sexy in this dress," said Aditya. He squeezed her boobs and kissed on her cheeks.

"Please, leave me Aditya, you naughty boy, Are you not exhausted and satisfied? just few hours before, you have fucked me," replied Nazriya.

"What is this?" Aditya pointed out the dried patch, which was clearly visible in V shape of Capri worn by Nazriya.

"Oh, God! My pussy juice has dried up there. Papa must have noticed this. Shame to me," Said Nazriya shyly.

"Hihihihihi," Aditya smiled naughtily, "Papa must be thinking that his son had a nice fucking with his Bahu (Daughter in-law)."

Then, Aditya disappeared through the corridor, and she heard him fumble around Hallway looking for the Bath Room and Puja Room. He was sure that his Mom was in Puja Room, and his sister Nivetha was in Bath Room.

Nazriya standing there was waiting for him. Her Body still tingling with arousal, and she found herself sliding a couple of fingers in to her sodden pussy, as her mind drifted to what happened in early hours of the morning.

Aditya came back to her, and said, " I think you need warming up!"

He kissed her, she immediately responded softly at first, but it quickly became heated, and passionate. His hands glided over her body, and she realized their thirst for sex was not over. She reached down to grasp his cock, finding it already hard.

"You want to fuck again, eh?" Aditya laughed, pulling her with him so tightly that her Boobs were pressed in his chest.

"Yes," She said," "I want your cock in me again!"

All of a sudden, Aditya pushed her in to the Store Room which was situated in the right side of the corridor. It was a dark Room, and the inside was slightly visible only due to dim sunlight coming through the Ventilator above.

Aditya moved, pulled down the Capri and Tops of Nazriya. He guided the tip of his cock to her pussy as she sank down on it. He placed his hands on her hips as he filled her again, and soon he was buried inside down to the hilt. They moved together, finding a steady rhythm they both liked. Aditya's upward thrust met her downward movements, they both groaned, and gasped their pleasure.

Nazriya's groin was on fire, and bolts of electricity shot up her spine with every thrust. Aditya sat up, pulled her in to a kiss, and groping her Boobs as they hurtled towards a climax.

Nazriya whispered, "Today is my last safe period. From tomorrow I may not allow your cum inside me. I don't want to be pregnant now."

 

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Her insides danced wildly, and she cried out just as the heat of his cum flooded in to her womb, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried riding that sexy cock as it thrust in to her again and again.

Then, Aditya withdrew his cock from her wet pussy. His cock was bathed with his own semen as well as pussy juice of Nazriya.

"I need more because I may not get a chance to fuck you in the midst of these relatives till the marriage ceremony of Nivetha is over," he said. He pointed his soft cock to Nazriya and said, "Suck my cock till it erects hard again."

Nazriya took hold of the cock, and started to suck continuously. Within a second, it raised its head once again turning in to a hot iron rod bathed with saliva of Nazriya.

"Turn around," Aditya demanded.

She did as he asked, and he was behind her immediately, kissing her neck, shoulder, and cupping her Boobs with his hands. She could feel his cock pressed against the crack of her ass. She wondered, where thing was heading. He caressed her body, moving his hands to her hips, and then to her arse cheeks. His kisses moved too, kissing down her spine, and licking a trail down towards the crack between the cheeks. The realization of what he was doing hit her just as she felt his tongue push in to her hole.

Nazriya gasped at this unexpected turn. Her head was spinning. His tongue probed deep in to the hole and then he slid a finger in.

"Okay?" he whispered.

"Yes," She breathed, "I have never done this before, but I want to."

"Good, just try to relax, and if you want to stop, just say."Aditya said.

For the next few moments, his tongue and fingers massaged, and opened up the hole in preparation for his cock. It was a strange sensation, but Nazriya was enjoying a lot.

"Ready?" Aditya said.

She nodded, holding her breath. His arm circled her waist, and he guided her down to sit on his lap. The Tip of his cock pressed against her arse, and she braced herself. She felt it push and meet a little initial resistance, but it pushed again, and he was then able to slowly ease inside the tight hole. With a little adjustment, it was not long before the whole cock was inside her.

"Feel so good," Aditya murmured, "So tight."

"It does!" she breathed. She couldn't believe just how arousing this was as his cock was inside her arse. Nazriya could feel her body adjusting to accept this new visitor, and she turned her head to look up at Aditya.

"Fuck my arse!" she cried.

Aditya shifted, and felt his cock move. It took a few moments, but he was soon sliding in and out of her arse with a steady pace. They both groaned out, moving together, and her confidence was growing. She was being fucked in the arse for the first time, and loving it. The pace increased, and Aditya's hands moved from her waist to between her thighs. He pushed a couple of fingers in to her aching pussy and circled her clit with his thumb, and that was, when she came. Stream of juice exploded suddenly, drenching his fingers, she had ever experienced before.

Her body shook violently, but Aditya did not stop. He continued to pound in to her arse, whilst his fingers fucked her pussy for what felt like an eternity. When Aditya came too, filling her arse with cum just as he had filled her pussy earlier.

"Nazriya, you are so fucking amazing!" he panted, slowly easing him out.

She turned, allowing herself to be cradled in to his lap as their mouths crashed together in a kiss that said everything.

The day light was peeping through the holes of Ventilator. They lay together for a few minutes, exhausted, but happy. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then realized that Aditya was sitting up. He was looking for his cloths. This wonderful experience was finally coming to an end.

She watched him get dressed, and could n't help smiling.

He stood up, and gazed down at his beautiful wife, still naked on the floor. "May be we could do this again sometimes?" he asked.

"Yes, why not? Next day, after marriage ceremony of Nivetha is over?" she replied.

Then, Nazriya stood up, put her Capri and Tops. She said alarmingly, "Let us leave this Room immediately, Mom must have finished her puja, and she should n't see us in the Store Room."

Silently both of them left.

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Now, Viswanath heard the engine sound of a Truck below. Two big open container Trucks had arrived in the field. One with full of shamiana and another one with full of furniture. The Boys were busy in putting Bamboos in the holes. By tomorrow this entire field would be turned in to a big marriage Pendal covering whole area from the sides, he thought. The Decorator was a reputed one, who knew his job well where to make suitable arrangement for marriage pendal, sitting arrangement of Guest, and Dining Hall with required furniture.

He was satisfied with all the arrangements, and activities going on. He was happy that work was in progress there. He listened the noise in the ground floor; most probably Guests were being served Tea/Snacks by the servants.

"Good morning, Dear!" his thought was interrupted by wish of his wife Nayan followed by tingling and sweet sound of her Bangles and payal (worn around the ankle by Indian woman).

"Good morning, Nayan," Viswanath replied

He glanced towards the yellow saree clad woman standing beside him, Nayan, his wife, who was looking like a fresh dew of the morning. Freshly bathed in the morning, with her long wet hair falling, and touching on the waist, she was looking like a morning Goddess. her oval face was consisted of wide cheeks, a broad forehead, narrow chin, sharp nose, rounded jaw with thick lascivious pink lips. She had a red bindi between the eye brows, and she put sindoor in a long line in the centre of parted hair line. Her nose ring was adding beauty and charm to her loving face. Her Mangal sutra along with a thick Gold necklace were hanging around from her slender neck. She wore multicolored glass Bangles around her wrist, and amongst these, two nos of big thick gold Bangles were shinning. She was exotic and gorgeous.

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His wife Nayan . She was extremely beautiful, and maintained her physique in such a way that she looked like a unmarried woman. she had maintained her physical shape in to 36-26-34. It was wonder that it was a God's gift of physique to her, and he was lucky that he had such a gorgeous wife.

Nayan would always wear Salwar and Kameez, but on few occasions, during marriage ceremony, and during puja , she would wear saree.

Nayan had noticed that whenever she would go outside, the sex starved eyes will follow her, even the youngsters, who must be the age of his son would sigh, "Ohhhhhhhhh...Aaaaahhhhhhhhh."

The Eve Teasers would pass sexy comments. Nobody in the earth would believe that she was the mother of two grown up children who was married, and a young girl. Viswanath was well aware of this fact, and he always felt himself a proud husband.

Viswanath remembered an incident, when Nayan attended a Parents' meeting at college where their daughter Nivetha was studying. The college Authority called Nivetha and informed her that they wanted to meet her Mom not her elder sister. With much difficulty, Nivetha convinced the college Authority that she was her mom, and not her elder sister. After meeting, when Nayan was coming out, the Girl class mates of Nivetha commented, "Hii, Nivetha, your elder sister is more beautiful and smarter than you."

The Boys of college, with mischievous smile, commented, "Hey, Nivetha, Your elder sister is very sexy yaar. Can you introduce her to us?"

At home, in that evening, Nivetha made a hue and cry, and said to Viswanath, "Papa, henceforth, Mom will not attend for any Parents' Meeting, only you will attend the same."

Both Viswanath and Nayan glanced towards each other and smiled.

Even, in one of the social gatherings, when both of them attended, some of the old pals of Viswanath directly asked, "Hey, Viswanath, Is she your Daughter? What is she doing?"

Viswanath replied, "No, Yaar, she is not my Daughter."

He wanted to give a clarification, and wanted to introduce his wife, but before his clarification, his friends just pulled him from the side of Nayan, and asked, "Where did you pick up such a young girl?"

Then, with much difficulty, he clarified them that she was his wife, mother of his two grownup young children. Ohh...God...suddenly, there was a hush, everybody was staring at Nayan. People were intentionally coming nearer to her for a glance, requesting Viswanath for an introduction. Nayan understood everything; she was looking at Viswanath meaningfully, and smiled.

Viswanath became an important personality in the crowd, and he was a proud husband.

Very few people knew that he had a child marriage . Both of them became parents in their early maturity stages.

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The ray of morning sun was directly falling on her face, making more radiant to her face. Without any makeup, her radiant cheeks were glazing; she was looking gorgeous, stunning, and sexy like a Bollywood heroine. Their sexual life was very much active, but they were very cautious, because Nayan was still fertile and had a healthy period cycle. There was every possibility that she could get pregnant, so both of them were very cautious by using condoms, otherwise, it will be an embarrassment for them before their grownup children. Further, now, they had a Daughter-in-law.

All of a sudden, Viswanath had an urge to kiss her. He stood up, embraced her, and kissed her on the glazing cheeks. Nayan sprang up quickly, and backed some distance.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" she said in a nervous tone.

"Control yourself. Yours son and Daughter-in-law are here. If they happen to see us in this position...think about the embarrassment!" she exclaimed, "Let this ceremony be over. Have patience. I will be here only, and I am not leaving you."

 

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"I don't know Nayan, what happens to me, the moment, I see you. I get mesmerized by you always," he said.

Nayan was often very surprised to the sexual urge of her husband. At this age, her husband had a regular demand for sex. He had an 8" length of a very big cock. Secretly, they both will watch imported porn video containing African and American fuckings. They would follow the similar positions and enjoy their fucking. Because of the hectic activities going on in the household, and the crowd of Relatives, they had hardly any chance of fucking. Last night only, they had a nice fucking after a long time.

"You are a naughty boy. Last night, you have made me tired, still I feel the sweet pain throughout my body," Nayan said smilingly.

He recalled the last night affairs. After, discussing with his son Aditya in the night, he left for his Bed Room. Nayan was lying in the Bed Room in flat position, bending her two legs, and keeping her left hand covering her eyelids. Due to bending of her legs, the saree, she was wearing was pulled up above, and her two white smooth anklets were glazing with light. The portion of saree was sided from the waist line, and the portion of her flat naval area to wide waist was clearly visible. The two big Boobs were swaying up and down. Immediately, he developed a hard one.

Nayan was half asleep. At the sound of opening of the Door, and footstep of her husband, she opened her eyes, and woke up.

"You look too tired," she looked at her husband, and asked questionably.

"Yes," replied "It is a matter of this week, I wish God will help me to overcome all the problems."

Nayan noticed the hardness above his pajama. She got up, embraced him, kissed him on his lips, and touched his hardness.

"Ohhhh, God!" she exclaimed. "How this iron rod has been created suddenly?" she asked in a smiling and mischievous manner.

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"You see, Nayan! When I entered the room, you were sleeping in such a position, that my dick suddenly woke up," he said, and planted kiss on the face of Nayan.

He reached up, and touched her cheek with his hand. He leaned in again, this time his lips caressing her with more force. Nayan let out a sigh, and she began to return his kiss. Her lips parted as he pushed his tongue against them. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to him closer as he explored her mouth. She tangled her tongue against his, melting in to his embrace, and losing herself in this amazing moment. It had been a long time since he had visited her like this, because of his pre-occupation in Nivetha's marriage affairs.

Both of them parted, breathing hard, and gazing in to each other's eyes. he removed her saree completely. He silently opened up his blouse. He began to slide the blouse over her shoulder.

"Very nice," He whispered, observing, Nayan sitting in front of him in her white lacy Bra.

Her breasts of 36" were heaving as she tried to breath. Then, He tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head to expose that well toned torso, and pulled Nayan in to another kiss, more passionate, and heated than before. His hands reached behind her, and she felt her Bra loosen and fall from her body.

His kiss moved to her neck, and then down, suckling on her breast with satisfied groans as she settled back to lie on the bed. He grasped the other breast hard in his hand as he licked, and sucked the other. Nayan had a sexy slim body with two big Boobs of 36" with bunch of hairs under her arm pits, and in crotch area. Nayan only used to trim her hairs, knowing well aware of the fact that he liked hairs on her body.

He began to unfasten her petticoat , pulling it off easily. Nayan was completely naked. Easing her thighs apart, he lay beside her, and moved his hand up her thighs towards her pussy. His fingers slid inside, making her gasp, and then both kissed as he thrust them in and out.

"Yes! Yes!" she parted her hips, rolling involuntarily, and cried loudly.

Her groaning was a fire, and that fire was rapidly up the length of his spine.

"Shhhhhhh!" he put his fingers on her lips, "Our son Aditya and Daughter-in-law are in the adjunct room. They will hear your voice."

His thumb grazed over her clit, and that was enough to send Nayan over the edge. She cried softly, feeling her internal muscles clamp around his thirsty fingers. He stopped, sitting up to unfasten his pajama, and wriggling out of them, followed by his underwear. His cock sprang up, long and hard. He took the hand of Nayan, guiding it to the hard shaft.

Nayan pumped that shaft hard, cupping his balls with the other hand as he leaned back. Then, Nayan shifted, taking the tip in to her mouth, and swirling her tongue over it.

"God!" Viswanath cried.

She began to suck, taking a little more of the length in to her mouth. He was soon on his back. She twisted round to get a better angle, straddling her legs in either side of his shoulders. His tongue probed in to her aching pussy, and began to fuck it as she greedily sucked on his cock.

They both gasped, and groaned, their hips rolling, and backs arching as the lust between them intensified. They rolled on the bed, getting in to position. She lay back, parting her legs as he settled between them. His hard cock pressed against her stomach.

Nayan whimpered, "I want you."

"I want you too," He grunted.

He shifted the tip of his cock, and pushed against her wet pussy. "God, I want this so much," he moaned.

 

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"Fuck me! I am in the safe period," Nayan begged.

Nayan gasped his hips, trying to guide him to where she wanted, but it was not needed. His cock pushed in to her, opening her up wider than she ever remembered having to before.

"That's it!" she cried out, "Yes!"

Deeper and deeper he sank; she thought he was never going to stop. It felt amazing. She clung to him, then finally, his heavy balls pressed against her body, and he was buried fully inside her.

Then, it began. Slow at first, but building up pace quickly. The bed creaked beneath them as he fucked her hard and fast.

She cried, "Yes! Yes!" She felt the cock deeper, which resulted her orgasms, made her entire body convulse.

Finally, Viswanath's body jerked, and he let out a cry as his cock exploded in to Nayan's body. His hot cum filled Nayan. She clung to him, barely able to breath, and her body quivering as it drank these juices. He thrust again, shooting a second load in to her, and Nayan could feel her womb sucking, and drawing more cum.

By the time, Viswanath rolled off, and withdrew his softened cock, Nayan was gasping. Viswanath pulled Nayan in to a tender embrace, stroking her hair as both of them recovered. Then, they fell asleep till morning.

Viswanath was still in the dreamland of last night. His dream was interrupted by the voice of Nayan.

"When the parents of Nazriya are reaching?" asked Nayan.

"They are reaching today, afternoon, by Train from Kolkata. I have told Bahu (Nazriya) to inform Aditya (Their son) to pick up them from station," replied .

To be continued.....

 

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# Nayanthara's Mansion

Part -- 5

Anushka waited in the den just behind the half-closed door. She felt like a fool hiding in her own house, but here she was. She listened to her children across the hall in the library but couldn't quite make out their words. They were arguing about something in a good-natured way. The twins were always so agreeable. It was her first-born, Karun, who had really tried his parents' patience. Finally, she heard them leave the library and walk down the hall. Once Shriya and Krishan disappeared out the front door of the house, Anushka tiptoed out of the den.

"Maybe I shouldn't do this," Anushka whispered to herself. She looked down the hall toward the main stairs. Ganesh was up in the west tower and he'd asked for her help. And here Anushka was, sneaking around like a teenager with her first crush. She took a deep breath and walked into the library. She'd help her husband later. She just needed to see that giant fake penis one more time. She'd just get it out of her system.

Five minutes later, she sat on the toilet lid in the bathroom next to the den. Her dress was bunched around her waist and her panties lay on the tile floor. "Just for a minute," Anushka mumbled. She took the head of that jet-black phallus and rubbed it against her moist vaginal lips. She grasped the thing with both hands and marveled at its girth.

"Uuuuugggggghhhhhhhh." Anushka trembled as she pushed it into her. "Oh, gosh. It's too big." She got about half the head in and stared down at her poor stretched vagina. She hoped things would tighten back up quickly after she was done. She didn't want Ganesh noticing anything different during their intimate time. She pushed and a little more of the veiny thing moved into her.

"That's quite task you've undertaken." Nayanthara stood by the bathroom door, watching Anushka with cool eyes.

"What?" Anushka shrieked and dropped the dildo to the floor, where it made a solid whack.

"Oh, don't stop on my account, dearie." Nayanthara smiled and took two steps toward Anushka. She bent down slowly, cradling her large belly with one hand, and got to her knees. Her long, bustled dress flowed out around her on the floor. She picked up the dildo in her left hand. "This magnificent steed is quite wet, my mischievous lady."

"I'm dreaming ... I'm dreaming ..." Anushka's brown eyes went wide and her breath shallow.

"Well, then dream away, Anushka." Nayanthara leaned forward and pushed Anushka's dress back up her legs from where it had fallen in her fright. "Nothing but the most pleasant dreams for you." Nayanthara lowered her gaze to that trim bush between Anushka's legs and the protruding lips just beneath. "You kept your legs open for me, that was very good." She brought up the dildo and rubbed the head against Anushka's nethers. "Such a strange thing this is. I had one fashioned of wood, but this is a better material. What do you call it?"

"Silicone," Anushka squeaked.

"Well, it certainly does the job." Nayanthara pushed the phallus's head into the vagina before her. "My, you are tight. That Ganesh of yours must be Lilliputian."

"What? No ... he's got a ... big one," Anushka lied. Her pulse beat like a heavy drum in her ears. She watched the dildo push its way in again, this time the whole head made its way inside her. "Aaaahhhhhhh. It's too ... much. I don't want to ... squirt from down there ... again."

"Oh, you had the downstairs flood?" Nayanthara felt the resistance in the poor woman's vagina and stopped her pushing, letting the round head of the thing sit in its new snug home. "Some women spend a lifetime without knowing that pleasure. You're a lucky one." She looked up into Anushka's eyes and gave the woman her most reassuring smile. "Attend, Anushka. Krishan is larger than this." She wiggled the dildo a little for emphasis. "Imagine the ecstasy when you stretch to accommodate him."

"That would be ... cheating." Anushka shook her head. "I'd never do that to ... ooohhhhhh ... Ganesh. Or to ... Krishan. He's my ... son."

"You say that like it's a point against the endeavor." Nayanthara pulled the counterfeit cock from the woman and looked at its glistening head. "But his relation to you is a point for. Many points, actually. There is nothing like letting your son know you completely. And knowing him ... every inch of him. Until then -"

Anushka stood and pushed Nayanthara to the side. she moved past woman toward the bathroom door. "I am dreaming, I am dreaming. None of this is real." Anushka looked back at the woman now sitting on her butt by the vanity. Her dress looked very uncomfortable in such a position.

"Careful, Anushka." Nayanthara watched the frightened wife carefully. "Such rough treatment is most unagreeable to me."

"You're not real." Anushka opened the door, jumped out into the hall, and raced toward the stairs.

Ganesh walked toward her with a look of concern on his gentle face. "There you are, Anu. I really could use your help ..." He stopped when he saw her face. "Are you okay?" His wife had a frantic look in her eyes, and her dress was rumpled.

"Fine ... I'm fine." Anushka thought things over. If Ganesh was here, then what had just happened in the bathroom wasn't a dream. For the first time in her adulthood, Anushka considered the existence of ghosts plausible. Heck, it was a likelihood now. "I was just ... having trouble with the bathroom sink." Anushka smoothed out her dress.

"Oh, really? Let me have a look." Ganesh gave his wife a tender kiss on the cheek and stepped past her toward the open bathroom door.

"No," Anushka shrieked. That specter was in there. And even if she was all hallucination, the dildo was in there. Ganesh would be crushed if he found Anushka using it behind his back. "Let's go work in the tower. Don't ..." She trailed off and hung her head as Ganesh entered the bathroom.

"Jeez, Anushka," Ganesh called out. "You shouldn't leave your things lying around. What if the children wanted to use this bathroom?"

"I ..." Anushka walked toward him. He was taking it better than she thought he would. She arrived at the open door and looked in to find her husband holding her forgotten panties in his right hand. He offered them to her and Anushka reached out and took them. "Sorry, Ganesh. The sink must have distracted me."

"Right, the sink." Ganesh turned the hot tap and then the cold. Water ran into the basin as it should. "Everything seems in order. What was wrong with it?"

Anushka didn't answer him, she looked around the floor for the abandoned dildo, but she couldn't see it.

"Did you lose something else?" Ganesh watched her with bemusement. "Drop your bra, too?"

"No." Anushka shook her head. "I've got everything." The dildo wasn't there. Maybe the ghost had taken it with her to pleasure herself. The thought sent a chill down her spine. "I was just thinking, Ganesh. Maybe we should bring in someone to rid our house of ... unwanted spirits."

"That's crazy, Anu. Did you see a ghost?" Ganesh laughed and placed his hand on his wife's slim shoulder. As funny as this was, she did have a worried look about her.

"Yes ..." Anushka could see he was laughing at her. "I mean no. I don't know."

"Don't be silly. There are no such things as ghosts." Ganesh ushered her out of the bathroom. "Let's stick together and the house won't seem quite so spooky. Right?"

"Right." Anushka didn't know what to think.

~~

Weeds brushed against the twins' legs as Shriya and Krishan turned the southeast corner of the house. The old, uneven cobble path did its best to turn their ankles, so the twins tread with some caution.

"What do you think the garden looked like in its heyday?" Shriya looked over her shoulder at Krishan as he followed her.

"The Nayantharas probably had servants tend the garden. I bet it was full of flowers and very neatly trimmed." The fresh air around them invigorated Krishan. A stiff breeze blew into their faces from the north. "Thanks for getting me out here, Shriya. I haven't really explored the exterior yet."

"Me neither." Shriya walked around the northeast corner. "Oh, they're beautiful." The rose bush seemed even more prolific viewed from ground level. The flowers were a deep crimson, with large petals nestled together. "Scissors, please."

"Sure." Krishan stopped next to her, fished the scissors he'd brought out of his pocket, and handed them to her. He watched her hop through the weeds over to the rose bush. Her body was so relaxed under her billowing dress and her face carefree as she circled the plant looking for perfect flowers.

"This bush is marvelous, don't you think, Krish?" Shriya reached up with her scissors and snipped a stem, careful not to grab the thorns.

"Yeah, it's nice." Krishan smiled. He felt so removed from all the strange happenings that had gone on inside the mansion next to them. It was both a gnawing worry and a relief. He desperately needed to see Nayanthara again soon. But he also knew that the licentious path he and Anushka traveled would lead to irrevocable events. Krishan didn't want to do anything that would harm his relationship with his loving mother. But even without Nayanthara's prodding, he felt drawn to further things with Anushka. It was all so confusing.

"Who's that?" Shriya gazed toward the northwest corner of the house.

"What?" Krishan slipped out of his reverie and followed her gaze. A tall, square man with a top hat strode toward them with purpose. The hem of his long, velvet jacket just brushed the tops of the weeds below him. His black mustache drooped around the corners of his mouth, and his black eyes seemed to look right through them. Good God, Krishan thought, his eyes were so very black.

"What mischief have you brought upon my garden, you scoundrels?" The man balled his hands into fists by his sides. He was about thirty feet away from the twins.

"Who is that?" Shriya squinted at the man, but squinting didn't make his presence any more logical.

"Let's go." Krishan could see Shriya wasn't about to run, so he stepped over to her and grabbed her free hand in his. Krishan recognized the voice from the night Nayanthara led him down the secret stairs. This was Vijay in the flesh. Or whatever ghosts are made of. "Now, Shriya." As Vijay closed within twenty-five feet, Krishan pulled hard on his sister's hand and they were off and running.

"What's going on, Krish?" Shriya dropped the scissors in the weeds and clutched the roses she'd picked in her right hand. She ran with Krishan back the way they'd come.

"Crazy dude in our garden." They rounded the northeast corner at a sprint. "What's it look like?" Weeds flew by their knees. Neither of the twins looked back.

"Get back here you thieves." Vijay's voice hung in the garden air, reverberating around them. "I'll hunt you down, miscreants."

Krishan hazarded a look over his shoulder. Vijay stood at the corner of the mansion they'd just passed. The man's hands hung stiffly by his sides and his eyes welled hate. Relief filled Krishan, as it seemed Vijay had given up the chase. Just then, Krishan's foot went sideways on a cobblestone and his ankle rolled over. He tumbled into the weeds with a short yelp.

"Come on, Krish. Get up." Shriya bent down and helped him back to his feet. She put his arm around her shoulders and they limp-jogged around the southeast corner of the house. She didn't dare look back.

The twins burst in the front door and slammed it behind them. They leaned their backs against the door and looked at each other with wide eyes.

"That was crazy." Shriya let out a nervous laugh.

Krishan, panting, watched his sister as her laughter picked up until it was an uproarious cackle. He couldn't help himself, he laughed, too.

Their parents, having just left the main floor bathroom, found the twins scuffed, scraped, bleeding, and sharing what seemed like either a hilarious or insane moment.

"What happened to you?" Anushka rushed up to Krishan. The right knee of his pants was torn and blood stained the fabric. He wasn't putting any weight on his right ankle. She looked to her daughter, where blood dripped from her right fist as she clutched the thorny rose stems tightly.

"Some ... guy ... chased us." Shriya's laughter slowed. "With a ... top hat."

"Oh my, Gosh." Anushka bent down and moved Krishan's arm from his sister's shoulders to hers. "Just now?"

The twin's laughter died completely.

"In the garden." Shriya nodded.

"It's okay, Mom." Krishan looked up into his mom's soft brown eyes. "He wasn't very fast." His blond hair fell down over his forehead and into his eyes.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Anushka said to Krishan. "Ganesh, can you see if the man is still outside?"

"On it." Ganesh ran to the study and came back out with a wood baseball bat. He opened the door and jogged outside.

"Shriya, pumpkin, you better toss out those flowers and clean your hand off." Anushka helped her limping son toward the bathroom.

 

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A minute later, Ganesh reentered the house and slammed the massive front door behind him. "No one there." He breathed hard from the run around the house. "You two sure you saw somebody?"

"Clear as day," Shriya said. "You must have scared him off, Dad."

"Hhhmmmm." Ganesh looked at his wife and Krishan as they disappeared toward the bathroom. "Where are you going, Anu?"

"I'm taking care of Krish, Ganesh." Anushka got Krishan into the bathroom, sat him on the toilet lid, and closed the door.

"Okay, I guess." Ganesh looked over to his daughter as she marched off toward the kitchen. "Where are you going?"

"To put these in water." Shriya held up the roses. Their ruby hue matched the blood that trickled down her arm. "And to clean my hand off. Turns out, thorns are sharp."

"Every rose has its thorns, Shriya." Ganesh locked the front door and followed her into the kitchen. "I'll keep you company."

"Thanks, Dad." Shriya walked into the kitchen and headed for the sink.

~~

"Why are you holding your panties, Mom?" Krishan looked at Anushka's left hand where her underwear was balled in her fist.

"Oh, ah ... that's not important." Anushka set the panties down on the floor by the door and silently cursed the dearth of pockets in women's fashion. "More importantly, who chased you, Krish?" Anushka bent at the waist, pulled her son's pants down to his shins, and got a good look at the abrasion on his knee. "That's a nasty scrape, let me get the peroxide." Anushka straightened and opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror.

"I don't want to talk about that man." Krishan's gaze traveled up his mom's curvy body, hidden as it was, under her dress. Conflicting emotions surged through him. With the medicine cabinet open and Anushka rummaging through it, only Krishan could see the bathroom mirror now. In the mirror, Nayanthara stood inside, smiling down at Krishan as if the mirror was a window with her freckled forehead pressed upon the glass.

"I can understand you were very frightened." Anushka put the peroxide bottle on the sink and rummaged some more. "But you'll have to tell me and your father so we can figure out what happened. We might have to call the police."

Nayanthara made a motion with her hand like she was holding something large in front of her mouth. She moved her hand backward and forward and bulged her check out with her tongue again and again. It was clear she wanted Krishan to talk his mom into a blowjob.

"No." Krishan shook his head.

"What's that, pumpkin?" Anushka searched through the bandages, looking for the ones for knees and elbows.

"Nothing, Mom." Krishan continued to shake his head at Nayanthara. Even if he wanted another blowjob from his mom, it was the wrong time. Not with his father and sister just down the hall. Not with his ankle throbbing. "I just think we shouldn't bother the police about it." Krishan thought about his mom's mouth wrapped around his dick. Maybe he did want more attention from Anushka. But it would have to wait. Later, he mouthed at Nayanthara.

Now, Nayanthara mouthed back. Or, she shook her head and her face darkened.

"Well, you and your sister can tell us all about the man once we get you cleaned up." Anushka pulled out the correct bandages and closed the medicine cabinet. The mirror went from a window to the spirit world to a plain reflective surface again. "There now, let's get you patched up." Anushka got to her knees in front of Krishan. He still sat where she'd left him on the toilet seat. She reached out and removed his left shoe. When she wiggled his right one, her son whimpered. "Sorry, sweetie. It has to come off. We'll get some ice on that ankle. I'm sure it's just a sprain." She worried that it might be something worse. She thought about x-rays, multiple trips to specialists, and medication. They really couldn't afford all that.
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt that bad."

"Here goes." Anushka pulled the shoe gently off her eighteen-year-old son and set it beside her. "That's a brave boy." She then gingerly pulled off his pants and socks and placed them on top of the shoes. "Now let's have a look at that knee, mister." Anushka turned the open peroxide bottle over on a cotton ball, placed the bottle back on the sink, and leaned forward. "This will sting a bit."

"Ouch." It didn't feel great but looking down his mother's dress at her cleavage took some of the sting out of it.

"There, now." Anushka finished cleaning the wound, opened the bandage, and placed it snuggly over the abrasion. "One down, one to ..." Anushka lost her train of thought as she looked up to discover that Krishan was hard. How could he have an erection at a time like this? Teenagers were curious animals. "Um, what's going on with that?" She pointed at the boxers that couldn't contain all his thirteen inches. She could see the outline of the upper part of his glorious penis under the bottom of his shirt.

"Sorry, Mom. When you were fixing my knee, I could kinda see your cleavage." Krishan couldn't make eye contact. He looked off toward the mirror and saw Nayanthara looking out from the inside again. The apparition smiled and nodded at Krishan.

"You ... uh ... like my body that much?" Anushka frowned.

"It's really nice." Krishan nodded and stole a quick glance at Anushka, his eyes meeting her eyes ones. He looked away again.

"Well, I guess that's a nice compliment." Anushka blushed. Her poor son looked so nervous. She wanted to put him at ease. "I suppose with the internet you've seen more boobs than all your ancestors combined. So, if you still like mine ..." Anushka shrugged and smiled. Her brain went fuzzy for a second and then she had complete clarity. Anushka knew what she had to do. "I don't think we can deal with your ankle until we deal with that. I know how much you need relief sometimes." Anushka pointed to his penis again. "What do you think?"

"You want to touch it?" Krishan could hear his pulse in his ears.

"I don't know about want, pumpkin." Anushka reached up to Krishan's waist and hooked his micro-boxers with trembling fingers. "But I need to do something. We can't have you swelling in two places. It's my responsibility to take care of you." She pulled down the boxers and gently removed them. Anushka's breath caught in her throat as the purple-headed monster swung out in the open. In all respects but one, Krishan was a meek, delicate flower. But that one aberration was a beast. "Now I'm just going to use my hands and a towel. That's not cheating."

"No, it's not cheating," Krishan echoed. His eyes lingered on the mirror where Nayanthara silently clapped her hands in anticipation. He then looked down at his gorgeous mother as her fingers wrapped around his thickness. In that moment, Krishan didn't care what Leviticus or his conscience told him. He wanted his mother. He wanted to possess her completely.

"My Gosh, Krish. Your thing is so manly." Anushka bit her bottom lip as her hands stroked up and down. "It's even bigger than ..." She was going to say her new dildo, but she didn't want Krishan knowing about that.

"Dad?" Krishan let the pleasure move through him. He wanted to bask in that feeling forever. "Were you going to say that I'm bigger than Dad?"

"No." Anushka looked up at her son with his messy blond hair and that little half-smile on his face. "Well, yes, actually," she lied. "But let's not talk about your father." Her gaze fell down to that huge pole in front of her. Her eyes distant as she gazed at the savage beauty of it.

"Okay." Krishan watched her work his dick in silence for several minutes. "You know, we already agreed that using your mouth to help me isn't cheating on Dad."

"Yeah." Anushka nodded. "How's your ankle doing?"

"My ankle?" Krishan had forgotten about the throbbing pain in his ankle. "My ankle would feel better if you used your mouth."

"Right." Anushka moved her left hand down to Krishan's left ball and cupped its weighty substance. She looked at the little purple veins that crisscrossed the rough flesh of his testicles. Anushka had never seen balls like Krishan's, but they looked right to her. This was how a man was supposed to be. "Not cheating," Anushka murmured. She lowered her mouth to the wide, purple head and gave it a quick lick. "You taste salty, Krishan." Anushka then opened wide and sucked on his penis. She bobbed her head with little short strokes, a new method for blowjobs that was fast becoming familiar to her.

"You're the best ... mom ... ever." Krishan's eyes trailed from his mom's bouncing hair up to Nayanthara watching from the mirror.

The beautiful redhead's breath seemed to fog up the inside of the mirror and she wiped it away with her pale hand so she could continue to watch this mother fall as so many others in this house had fallen before her.

Ten minutes passed as Anushka pumped Krishan's penis with her mouth. She pulled off him and looked up. "Is this helping?"

"It's good, Mom. But, could I rub your butt again?" Krishan's hands gripped the white porcelain of the toilet and he pressed his butt into the lid. This was almost too much. He watched her stand, turn her back to him, and lift up her dress to her waist. This was the first time Krishan had seen her ass without panties on. It was perfectly heart-shaped and almost as white as the porcelain he sat on.

"We'll have to be careful not to hurt your ankle." Anushka backed up and sat on his lap. Her son's monster stood up straight and pressed between her cheeks as it rose up to the small of her back. "I'll be gentle." She rocked up against him and felt the weight of his thing push back against her. He was incredibly large. "Since I don't have panties on, we have to be careful. Make sure it doesn't get close to my you-know-what."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan moved his hands from the toilet to her hips. His ankle hurt, but the pain felt so very far away. He watched her ass ripple and shake as she rocked and bounced back against him, rubbing her butt against the length of his dick. He stole a glance at the mirror and Nayanthara was still there making a circle with the fingers of her right hand and running it through with her left index finger. She wanted him to have sex with his mother and Krishan was far enough gone to want it too. He was pretty sure Anushka wouldn't let him, however.

A quiet knock sounded on the door and mother and son froze mid rub in the bathroom.

"How's it going in there? Is Krish, alright?" Ganesh sounded worried.

"Yes, honey." Anushka tried to keep the flutter out of her voice. "Don't come in, I know how you feel about blood. We're ... um ... cleaning him up."

"You've been in there a long time, Anu." Ganesh leaned against the door, but didn't try the handle. It was true, he couldn't stand the sight of blood.

"It was a nasty scrape, and Krish also turned his ankle." Anushka pushed back against Krishan's swollen penis ever so slightly as she talked to her husband. Goodness, gracious he had a brute of a thing. A surge of guilt swept through her, but then she reminded herself that what they were doing wasn't really cheating. Krishan stayed perfectly silent behind her.

"Okay, then." Ganesh nodded to himself. Anushka would take care of Krish. That was the great thing about marriage, the other spouse could always fill in when life played to one of your weaknesses. She had always been the one to patch up bleeding children. "I'm going to take Shriya down to the police station to file a report. It shouldn't take more than a couple hours. Then we can work on the west tower. Sound good?"

"Yes" Anushka rocked her hips again. Even with her poor husband on the other side of the door. What was she doing? "I'll be ready to help you when you get back."

"Great, bye." Ganesh walked down the hall.

"Bye." Anushka moved faster on her son's lap, almost forgetting about taking it easy on his ankle.

"Embrace it,Anushka." Nayanthara spoke from the mirror, a look of pure delight on her face. "Tend to your scion. Feed the family tree."

"What?" Anushka turned her head toward the mirror. "Do you see the lady in the mirror, Krish?"

"Yeah, Mom." Krishan dug his fingers into the flesh around his mother's hips, preventing the dress from falling back over her butt. "That's Nayanthara."

"We do need an exorcist." Anushka should have been terrified, but her fear floated so very far away from her. She pressed her hands into her knees and kept rubbing Krishan with her bare butt.

"No, Mom. She's helping us."

"Really?" Anushka watched the freckled woman in the mirror. Nayanthara did look like a friendly, innocent person. Maybe she was helping. "What do you want, spirit?"

"Complete the bond, Anushka." Nayanthara's smile was earnest and true. "Take Krishan whence he came."

"You can't mean ..." Sweat beaded on Anushka's forehead.

"Just the tip, Mom." Krishan squeezed Anushka's hips and lifted her about fourteen inches off his lap. He held her there, above him. He could see her pussy clearly with her legs spread and her feet planted on either side of Krishan's feet. Her lips protruded wonderfully and glistened. Krishan knew he was about to go home. "Just this one time."

"Okay, Krish." Anushka reached under her and grabbed the purple head. "Just the tip and just for a moment." She lined him up with her opening and lowered herself down on his penis. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. It's too ... big." The head lodged itself inside her vagina and spread her out. "It'll never ... fit ... ooooohhhhhhh."

"So ... tight ... Mom." Krishan had the perfect view as the pink interior of his mom's pussy gripped him like a vice. He hated to admit it, but Anushka was right. He would never fit in such a tight pussy.

"The bond, the pact, the contract made." Nayanthara watched from the mirror with mercurial, green eyes. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, sweet Anushka. Then you can have it all. You can feel it all. You can fit it all."

"Aaaaaahhhhh. Okay, okay. I ... approve ... let me ... have this." There was no pretense in Anushka's mind about helping Krishan with his ankle, or any other excuse. She had been swept up in the moment and wanted him desperately. "I'll pay ... any price ..."

"Very good, my lady." Nayanthara bowed her head slightly to Anushka and disappeared. The mirror was just a mirror again.

 

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"I feel warm." Anushka trembled, still skewered on just the head of Krishan's penis. A warmth built in her vagina, hips, and breasts. At first it was a pleasurable feeling, but then it was too much. "I need to cool down." Anushka stood up and let her son's penis plop out of her. She leaned over to the shower and turned on its coldest setting. She then stepped under the water with her dress still on. Not only were her breasts unbearable hot, but they now pushed uncomfortably at her bra. Her mind raced. Anushka thought her bra was somehow shrinking. She pulled off her dress and dropped it to the shower floor. She then undid her bra and dropped it too. She looked down to see that her breasts glowed a crimson red, as did her hips. The same red shone from between her legs, too. "What's happening, Krish? Help meeeeee."

Dumfounded, Krishan watched his naked mother in the shower. He could see that same sanguine glow that had consumed him the night his dick grew. And he could see his mother's hips gently expanding with every breath she took, and her boobs enlarging as they shook with her raking breaths. Not knowing what else to do, he stood, limped over to the shower, and climbed in. He still had his shirt on, and it soaked through immediately. The cold did nothing to diminish his raging hardon. He reached around his mom from behind and rubbed her breasts to help.

"Aaahhhhh. I'm on fire." Anushka felt her son trying to help, but his touch did nothing for her.

Krishan, desperate to help, turned her around and planted kisses all over her boobs. They were noticeably bigger than before. The glow faded some.

"Thank you." Anushka sighed. "Thank you, Krish. That's helping." His lips felt so cool on her turgid breasts. The red light left her breasts and hips completely, but hadn't yet faded from between her legs. "It's still too hot ... down there."

Dutifully, Krishan trailed his kisses down her slightly rounded belly and over the dark triangle of pubic hair between her legs.

"Cool it down. Please, please, please." Anushka opened her legs as she stood under all that cold water to give him better access.

"Yes ... Mom ..." Krishan said between kisses as he moved his mouth along her lips. Frigid water cascaded over both of them. A few seconds later, the glow left her pussy and he felt his mom's hand on the back of his head. She pushed his face into her and Krishan stuck out his tongue. It went between her lips and he tasted her tanginess.

"Oh, Krish." Anushka squirmed as the heat completely faded away. "What are we ... doing? Uh ... oh, Krish, ... uh ... oh, my gosh. Right ... there ..." Anushka shook uncontrollably as she felt her son's tongue working inside her. "Ooooooohhhhhhh." An orgasm swept over her.

Krishan closed his eyes and let his mom go wild. When she'd calmed down, he stood up and nudged her out of the way so he could wash off.

"Wow ... Krishan ... no one has ever done that ... for me ... before." Anushka leaned against the shower wall catching her breath. She looked down and saw that indeed her breasts were larger than before. She cupped them and felt their weight. "What happened to me?"

"It's Nayanthara, I think." Krishan turned toward his mother and opened his eyes. He accidently poked her hip with dick. Her hips looked wider, she had more of an hourglass figure. It didn't seem like the apparition had done anything to her butt as far as Krishan could tell. Krishan pulled off his sopping shirt and dropped it out on the bathroom floor. "Mom, can I?" Krishan didn't wait for an answer, with Anushka's hands still cupping the bottom of her boobs, he turned her toward him, bent a little, and took her right nipple into his mouth.

"Oooooohhhhhhhh. What are you doing to me, Krish?" Anushka shivered. The cold water fell all over them. She let go of her left boob and dropped her left hand down to Krishan's still raging erection. She hadn't relieved him yet. She could feel him shivering. "It's freezing in here." She pushed him away and turned off the water. "Are you cold?"

"Yes." But Krishan didn't much care about the temperature.

"Let me take care of you, sweetie." Anushka reached for a towel and pulled it into the shower with them. She dried him off slowly, pausing a few times to plant tender kisses on his skinny chest and his robust penis. She then dried herself. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but we should go upstairs and get one of your father's condoms." She stepped out of the shower and offered him her hand. "I'm going to take care you properly."

"Really?" Krishan took his mom's hand in his.

"You better hurry, mister, before I change my mind." They left the bathroom, walking naked hand in hand. Anushka held her breasts with her left hand for a show at modesty and to keep them from swaying about. Her wedding ring sparkled on top of her boobs as they moved up the curving stairway, catching the afternoon light falling through the great stained windows above. Once at the top, Krishan's limp became too much and Anushka dropped her hand from her boobs and put his arm over her shoulder. She helped her injured son into the bedroom she shared with her husband and sat him down on her marital bed. "Stay there, I'll be right back."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan's whole body buzzed. They were going to do it. His dick pulsed with every heartbeat. He watched Anushka's perfect butt shake as she jogged into the bathroom. He thought about how her body had changed and decided the house hadn't done that much to her. It had simply given her more of what she already had. She came back in from the bathroom holding a little foil packet in one hand and a bath towel in the other. Krishan thought she looked even more tantalizing from the front as her boobs shook and swayed from side to side.

"I hope this fits." Anushka felt dreamy, euphoric, and high. Her mind drifted in a way similar to when she'd taken Ecstasy with her boyfriend in college. She knew her brain wasn't working quite right, but she didn't care. She got on her knees in front of Krishan, put the towel next to her, and tore the packet open.

"How are we going to ... um ... get my dick ... in you? You're too tight." Krishan didn't want to break the spell that was over them and immediately wished he hadn't said anything. He could see her dark pupils dilated to wide circles. She didn't seem to notice or care that her little pussy couldn't fit his big dick.

"Don't worry about that." They'd cross that bridge when they got to it. Anushka ignored the nagging thoughts that scratched at the back of her mind about morality and decency. "Let's just get this on." She reached up and tried to unroll the condom over the purple head in front of her. It wouldn't go. "Oh, no." Anushka frowned and tried again, this time pulling hard at the edges of the condom. But it just wouldn't stretch wide enough. She rested the rolled condom on the tip of the head and felt Krishan's pulse through her fingertips.

"I'll pull out, Mom." Krishan was ready.

"That's a sentence no mother expects to hear," Anushka murmured. She dropped the condom to the floor and stood. She pushed Krishan back on the bed and straddled his narrow hips. "You'll let it out in the towel when it's time. Okay?" She reached under her and grabbed his beastly thing.

Krishan nodded and looked up at his beautiful mother. His nostrils flared. He could smell her wetness and it was heaven's scent.

"Now ... oooohhhhhh ..." Anushka lowered herself. "... we'll see about ... getting this inside me." To her surprise, she felt a great spreading sensation as inch after inch of the penis penetrated her. "Gosh, Krish ... uuuuuggggghhhhhhh ... you fit." The most animalistic impulses she'd ever felt welled inside Anushka. She bottomed out and sat perfectly still on her son's hips. "It's in my belly. How ... does it feel ... to you?"

"Your pussy feels ... uh ..." Krishan grunted as he felt his dickhead push up against something. "... amazing." His mom's insides were so much warmer than Nayanthara's.

"Language ... Krish ..." Anushka place her hands on Krishan's chest and rocked her hips experimentally. She could feel him pushing around her insides. It was both unsettling, and exquisite. "A woman's vagina ... is not a p-u-s-s-y." She spelled out the word so she wouldn't have to say it. Her hips rocked faster. "You're ... so deep ... uh ... uh ... uh ..." Soft grunts escaped her lips. She'd never made such sounds before. She leaned back, placed her hands on Krishan's thighs, and bounced up and down. Anushka was so used to her husband's thing, that she kept thinking she'd dislodge Krishan at the top of her motion, but his penis never left her. Emboldened, she bounced higher and still he stayed. Anushka's eyes rolled in her head. Why had no one told her sex could be like this?

"Wow, wow, wow," Krishan mumbled to himself as he watched her enormous, teardrop boobs swing in opposite circles to one another.

"Krishhhhh," Anushka shrieked as an orgasm overtook her. Her shoulders convulsed and her body shook.

Krishan couldn't believe that his reserved mother could bounce and writhe as she did. She bared her clenched teeth and her face twisted with one eye open and one eye closed. She seemed a woman possessed. Maybe she was.

When her orgasm passed, Anushka rode Krishan harder. She put the soles of her feet on the bed and held her arms out to the side. Her fingers flexed and made odd gestures as rapture moved through her. "I'm humping ... uh ... uh ... uh ... you, Krish. I'm humping you."

A thought occurred to Krishan. "You're cheating ... on Dad. This is cheating." He gripped the blanket by his hips. He could feel his balls churning.

"Oh, my gosh. Uh ... uh ... uh ..." Anushka's grunts and squeals filled the room. "You're right. What would your father think?"

Across town, Ganesh sat in the police station waiting room next to his daughter. She was on her phone, ignoring him. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. Something was happening. Something ... wrong. Ganesh looked around the room, but didn't see anything amiss. He slouched down in his chair and tried to ignore the sensation. He took a deep breath. It was nothing, he told himself. Just the aftereffects of the prowler accosting the twins. Everything was fine. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Anushka to see how she and Krishan were doing. He waited several minutes for her to respond. When she didn't reply, he texted again. But he didn't hear back. After a while, he opened a puzzle on his phone and tried to take his mind off his worries.

Back in the Mansion, Anushka had just worked through another orgasm. She was back to bouncing on her son with astonishingly long strokes. She looked down at his young, handsome face and admired the vitality of youth. She reveled in her eighteen-year-old's raw, physical stamina and power.

"I'm going to cum, Mom." Krishan gripped the blanket tighter. "The ... towel."

"Don't worry ... oooohhhhh ... about the towel." Anushka slid high enough to dislodge him and then pounced on his penis. She sucked him into her mouth and stroked with both hands. She must be crazy. She was intent on milking him dry.

"Oh ... Mom ... aaaahhhhhhhhhh." Krishan's cock erupted in Anushka's mouth. Pure joy filled his body. He shuddered with each shot down his mother's throat.

 

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Anushka's eyes fluttered as the hot, salty mess filled her mouth. Her cheeks expanded and then she began swallowing. She gulped and gulped and felt the heat move down to her belly. She never would have believed that she could swallow so much. When he was done, she kept her mouth on him for a long time, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head.

"Mom?" Krishan looked down at her, with her lips stretched around him. "Did you swallow it all?"

"Mmmmmmmmm." Anushka nodded with the penis still in her mouth. Eventually, she let go and looked up at Krishan. Some wayward cum dripped down her dainty chin. "That was crazy, Krish."

"Yeah." Krishan nodded. "Can we do it again?"

"Yes." The reality of what had just happened slowly crept into Anushka's mind. "I mean, no." She shook her head. "No, no, no." She climbed off the bed and looked at the bedside alarm clock. "We don't know when your father and sister could come home." Mentioning her husband was like a splash of cold water on her face. "Your father ... what have we done, Krish?"

"It's okay, Mom." Krishan sat up. His dick, still hard, pressed into his stomach. "What do you need me to do?" Seeing her distressed like she was brought on a surge of guilt. He didn't want to destroy his parents' marriage. But looking at her breathtaking beauty, he knew this couldn't be a one-time thing. Krishan couldn't reconcile the two thoughts as they pulled at him.

"Can you walk?" Anushka bent down and picked up the towel she had brought out with her with the intention of using it for her son's sperm. Goodness. She touched her stomach. Sperm that she'd swallowed. She wrapped the towel around her torso so that she was covered.

"Let me see." Krishan scooted off the bed and stood. "It hurts, but I think I can walk."

"This is what you can do for me, pumpkin." Anushka bent down and picked up the unused condom. She made a mental list of all the things she needed to pick up and clean before Ganesh got home. Change the blanket on their bed. Clean up the bathroom downstairs. Take another shower. It was all doable. "Get yourself into the shower and make that thing go down." She pointed at his penis. "Then get dressed and get some ice on your ankle. I'll do the cleaning. Can you do that?" She bent down and picked up the torn foil packet.

"Yeah, Mom." Krishan limped to the door, his dick swaying slowly with every halting step. He turned back to look at Anushka. "I didn't mean to ..."

"We'll talk about it later." Anushka tried to give him a smile.

"And what about your ... um ... boobs and stuff?" Krishan nodded to the cleavage just above the towel. "What are you gonna tell Dad?"

"They really are bigger, aren't they?" Anushka raised her eyebrows and looked down at her body.

Krishan nodded.

"I'll tell your father it's hormones or something." Anushka shooed her son with her hands. "Now go, before they get home."

"Um ..." Krishan didn't move. "Thank you, Mom. That was the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetie. Now, get a move on." Anushka turned and pulled the blanket off the bed. Thankfully nothing had soaked through to the sheets.

Krishan turned, left his parents' room, and limped down the hall. His mind was pulled in so many directions. He wondered what would become of them in Mansion.

To be continue.....

 

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# Deeksha Seth

I was 24 when I fell in love with Chandu, completely in love with him. I met him at my birthday party. Chandu tall and handsome and muscular. He played rugby, he ran marathons. Chandu was gorgeous. I was so proud he fancied me.

I was a virgin then. I had had some fumbling encounters with boys, of course, who hasn't, but although I hadn't found anyone I really wanted to have inside me. I was as ripe as a peach and ready for action. I watched porn. I knew what to do. I dreamed about it in the dark hours of the night, as I pleasured and stroked myself, and watched girls doing unspeakable things to male members whose hugeness seemed to me to be fake. The girls all seemed to be cross eyed with lust, in those videos, and the men just grunted a lot. I realised I rather liked the ones where the girls were helpless, where they started off looking a bit unwilling. I liked it when the men held them down. I loved the parts where the cocks slid into them. I used to imagine a cock like that sliding into me.

I met Chandu because his Dad, Soma raju, was doing some work with my Dad. Soma raju was my father's age. He sent shivers through me. He was this great muscular hulk of a man, with tattoos and a kind of sneer, and he had a way of looking at me that made me feel naked. The first time he came to our house I was in my bedroom and he came in to talk to me, on his way to the bathroom, and he kind of loomed in the doorway and leered. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I was sitting on the bed and it was a small bedroom. I realised his groin was at the same height as my head, and sensed something was bulging there. I thought he did it on purpose.

After that Soma raju was always round, he and my father were best buddies. He didn't have a wife, but he had a son, Chandu, and after a while Chandu started to come with him.

It wasn't long before I realised Chandu liked me. Probably about ten minutes after we met, actually, I went into the kitchen to make tea and he came in and took me in his arms, and put his mouth on mine and stated to probe inside it expertly with his tongue.

I loved it. I kissed him back, pushing myself against him, sensing the exciting bulge in his trousers, loving the thought that he wanted me.

Soma raju seemed to approve, but it didn't stop his lecherous glances. He used to say things like, 'you two lovebirds had better not get too sticky,' and 'she looks like a thirsty girl.' I used to catch him looking at me all the time. He made personal comments. I'd be in the kitchen, cleaning up, and he'd say, 'you should wear tops like that more often, Deeksha, you've got beautiful tits,' or 'if that dress was any shorter I'd have to play with your muff myself honey.' It was revolting. I still remember the time after my birthday party, when I had gone to the toilet and hadn't shut the door properly. I was just pulling my things back up when Soma raju came in, fumbling with his flies. I said, 'sorry, I'm in here,' and went to push the door shut but he came in anyway.

'No problem, Deeksha love, I don't mind if you don't...'

I was trying to fasten my Levis and he was between me and the door when he asked for a birthday kiss. I was trying to be polite, so I lifted my face. I wasn't prepared for the way he pulled me to him, his tongue pushing my mouth open, his big hand pushing my shirt open and taking hold of my nipple, so that as he fucked my mouth with his tongue he was squeezing and pulling and tickling at my left teat. A shudder of feeling rushed through me and I fought to hide it, but I know he felt it. My nipples were like rocks. And then, as he came away, he whispered, 'I can't wait for the day I feel your mouth round my cock,' and I was horrified to realise I was turned on.

I remember feeling sick, fighting him, him laughing and pulling away, but being left for the rest of the evening with this horrible horny feeling.

 

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My tits, you see, turn me on like mad. It wasn't him, particularly. They just make me horny. I had persuaded Chandu to suckle on them, and tease them, and lick them and chew them from our very first day together, and I could sometimes get halfway to orgasm as he feasted on me. I dreamed of having two men suckling on my teats. I still do. Strangers. I just didn't dream one of them would be Soma raju.

Soma raju was a big strong man, he'd probably been handsome once, so I guess that's where Chandu got his looks, and I had to try to be nice to him, because Chandu adored him. He even seemed to want to be him sometimes. They even wore the same aftershave. It was musky and lovely. I loved the way Chandu smelled when I kissed his neck. I loved the way he whispered that he loved it when I did what I was told...

My friends didn't like Chandu and they hated Soma raju. My friend said Chandu fucked women with his Dad watching, but I'd never seen any hint of that. And Chandu had a fabulous penis, pale and thick and straight, with a lovely soft foreskin and shaved balls.

The first time I saw it we were in the car, and he was talking to his father on the phone. As he talked he was looking at me, and I wasn't sure I'd heard right when I heard him say, 'I'm in the car with Deeksha. She's going to start sucking my cock.' I went bright red, red as a raspberry, but as he carried on talking to his Dad he opened his fly and his fat white member was standing there, rising in salute. Obediently I lowered myself to it, opened my mouth, touched it a little with my tongue, and then opened to his swollen knob, sank my warm mouth onto his lovely mushroom, and started to feed. As I sucked and rubbed and teased and played he was telling his father what was doing.

'You should see her, dad, she's horny as a slut. Oh God, yeah... she's sucking my duck like a pro, that's right baby, suck that cock, work by balls, oh yeah... '

I loved it. I played and sucked and stroked like the girls in the porn films, gobbling and feasting off him like the sluts do, looking up at him and moaning. As I worked at him I watched and felt him start to strain, his cock becoming more swollen and riding, his balls starting to contract, his body shuddering as he started to cum, and I plunged as far onto him as I could to take it as he ejaculated into me, his gorgeous spurts of creamy cum...

'Oh Dad she's good, she's going to suck me dry...'

Chandu loved it when I sucked his dick, but I think I loved it even more. After that I used to suck him off all the time. Sometimes we'd be in a restaurant, eating pizza or something, and I'd slide my hand into his flies and just tease and rub him. I loved to play with him, loved stroking his precum with my thumb, loved the moment when his balls swelled and contracted and he strained and shuddered and jerked into me.

I was still saddled with my virginity. I had daydreams about lying in my bedroom and a series of men, all ages, all sizes, coming into the room one by one. In my daydream I'd suck and lick and play with them, and all of them cum in my mouth, every single one. It was just a fantasy. I know fantasies aren't real. Sometimes I imagined Soma raju, pinning my down and lowering his cock into my mouth. That made me shiver and shudder at the thought of the lovey humiliation of it. Mostly I wanted Chandu to fuck me as his father gave the orders. Isn't that terrible? Chandu made me feel that way....

Sorry, I digress. After Soma raju trapped me in the toilet and he pulled my juicy teat until I squealed with outrage, (mainly outrage at myself for the hot wetness of my pussy at the thought of him forcing me to the floor and feasting on my tits till I came) I had tried to avoid him, because deep down I knew I would cum in seconds if he feasted on my tits. Wanted him on me, sucking me and fucking me. I wanted him to mount me and arse fuck me, and cum on my face as I begged for more. I wanted to kneel before him and call him Master. But he also disgusted me. I was really confused.

I was getting desperate the night Chandu made me make the promise. As usual, when Chandu pulled me into the porch of his house and got his prick out I needed no second bidding. When he ordered me down onto my knees to play with his cock I was in heaven. I knew what to do. It was a lovely evening but I was hungry and desperate. Soon my fingers were deep in his ass, probing him as I sucked and moaned.

Every time I lifted my head from that fucking prick I begged Chandu to play with my tits, to really pull and twist and lick and chew... I told him I'd do anything.

I still remember my lust, his smooth glans sliding into my throat smelling of man, his shiny circumcised glans, the long smooth shaft. I stroked and licked and adored him, took him down as far as I could. It was beautiful, feeling it swell in my mouth, and I sucked and rubbed and tickled him for ages, working him with my mouth and hands.

'Suck harder, baby,' he said in that hard voice of his, 'on your knees for your master...if you work for it you can have what you want'

Obediently, like a good girl, I sucked and licked and wanked his lovely shaft, rubbing and playing with that bouncing cock, hungrily working to bring him off. I sucked him off with all the skill I had, wetting the whole shaft with my mouth, suckling on his balls, teasing the base of his glans with my tongue, begging, begging, begging permission to swallow.

 

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'Oh Chandu please cum in my mouth...'

'You want that?'

'Oh yes...'

'I think you want to suck off my Dad. He'd love this...oh yeah, suck that baby..., work that cock...that's it, put your fingers in my ass, play with me properly... you'd like to suck my dad's cock, wouldn't you baby...?'

I shuddered and ached for his cock, 'Mmmh mmh ,'I said, his knob head too deep n my throat for speech, as I deep throated him like his little bitch.

'Finger my ass, baby... yeah that's right, right in my ass - keep my cock right in the back of your throat - oh Yeah, yeah that's good, work me slut, that's it, deep in your throat, deep in my ass, oh he's going to love this... you're going to love my Dad's cock in you...'

After that he kept talking to me about sucking his Dad's cock. We both got off on it. He ordered me to suck on his balls as I fingered him, to tease his slit with my tongue, to play and gobble and feast and dribble and how not to gag as he forced his prick right into my hungry throat, and sometimes, if I had worked really hard, he chewed and sucked my tits for me and I thanked him in the way he loved best. He loved me rimming his pucker and probing his ass with my tongue as I rubbed his long shaft. I could fuck his ass with my tongue and bring him off, and get back to his fat glans in time to take his whole load in my throat. And all the time I begged for his father.

He loved giving orders, and talking about his Dad, how he wanted to watch his Dad fucking me. I could tell from the straining and shuddering how much he loved that. He made me suck and play for ages, ordering me on, and off, telling me how he wanted to watch me being fucked, and as I begged and promised to do anything I could feel him building up, feel his balls starting to contract, his shaft swelling... I was ready, oh God I was ready...

Sometimes he pushed himself out of my subservient throat and spurted on my tits.

Then he'd let me suckle him clean, feeding on him, licking and suckling every drop off him.

Sometimes he spanked me afterwards, just lightly till he got hard again, spanked me and fingered me. I still remember the feel of his fingers touching, spreading my pussy lips, which were wet with my lust by then. I still remember them in me, spreading me, and then as his cock swelled a second time this time I had longer, oh so much longer, to suck play with it. I remember how he shuddered as I ran the tip of my tongue in the little slit on the end of his glans. He squatted over me and had me lick his crack, over and over, for ages, pressing my tongue into his ass as I caressed his long slippery prick, rubbing and playing and tonguing him like a slave, and he moaned and called me his Dad's slut, and told me how his Dad talked about my tits, all the time, how he wanted to fuck me as his dad sucked and roughed my teats, how he couldn't wait.

I suppose I should have guessed that Chandu was working up to something. When you swallow all that cum, night after night, and your boyfriend shows no interest in doing the same for you then maybe you should wonder where things are going. I think, to be honest, it was so hot I didn't care. I mean, I should insist on regular fucking just to keep me, you know, in full working order - but you have to remember that at this point, even though I was sucking Chandu off like a porn star, I was still a virgin. Technically, anyway. There was the candle. The prick shaped candle. A girl has to practice. I loved to play with myself whilst I fucked myself with the candle. But I particularly loved getting on my hands and knees and putting it in my arse whilst I caressed my fat, frustrated clit. I was going to say frustrated little clit, but it really wasn't little. I hadn't seen any other clits, apart from on porn but frankly I though mine seemed enormous. I went on Literotica once and chatted to a guy about my clit. He promised to check it out for me, and then I lost his contact. It's still my fantasy that some guy from Literotica will meet me somewhere and just explore my pussy. Completely anonymously. In a toilet somewhere. Not even look at me, just lick my clit. Oh of course I could suck his prick, of course, licking and gobbling and rubbing and playing... Till he came, roaring. I'd love that.

For the next couple of weeks, Chandu got his cock out whenever he could. As soon as we were alone his cock was out. I'd beg him to suck my tits, to pinch and rough up my nipples, to chew and gobble on me and tweak those long juicy teats, but he kept saying you'll have to work harder, baby, Soma raju is waiting...

He loved fucking my face. He'd hold my head steady and thrust right in, long delicious throat thrusts, as I learned to hold back my gag reflex and accept him, right down, swallowing on his shaft and massaging his ring. It made me think of sword swallowers, and I loved feeling the velvet head of his cock pushing against the soft tissues of my throat. I loved it as he groaned and swore and slid right down, down past my gag reflex into the warm velvet of my throat, so I had to time my breathing, 'oh yeah, swallow my cock, you love that don't you, you little whore, you want Soma raju's cock don't you...?'

Soon he started adding further instructions. 'Tell me what you'd do with Soma raju? Would you suck his balls whilst I fuck your arse? Would you like my father's cock in your throat, baby? Oh, baby I'd love to see his fat cock in your wet pussy whilst you feast on my dick,'

And because I was so horny, and my clit was so swollen, I agreed with it all, 'oh please Chandu, please give me Soma raju's cock and I'll do all the things you want...'

When he finally agreed to fuck me it was on the condition that he filmed it for his Dad. I was past caring by then. I didn't even have to see his dad, I could get off on the thought of his cock. The idea of him watching as Chandu took my cherry was exciting, thrilling, wicked. I masturbated moaning for him all the time.

Chandu set up the camcorder like a pro in his bedroom. I was stripped, my tits trussed with rope the way he liked them so that they stuck out, pert and trapped. He had me talking to the camera, begging for Soma raju's cock, telling him how I thought of him as I sucked and gobbled on his son, then he clamped my aching nipples and ordered me to start feeding.

I was aching with lust by the time his hot wet cock was ready to me.

 

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He spread me, then and there, and his thick hot cock pushed his masterly way in, pushing relentlessly as I struggled, ending my virginity with whole long thickness, splitting my pussy on his shaft as I begged for it, forcing his way through the soft tissues and into me, spreading me open like a warm dessert and sinking his shaft deep into my virgin pussy. I felt his cock come all the way, deep inside as my virgin tissues eased apart and gripped him like a glove.

I still remember the feeling as his cockhead nosed its way into port, slowly, pushing, pressing, forcing, as he grunted and muttered, 'oh baby, what a ripe little cunt, oh yeah that's nice...is that nice? Do you like that?' He was up against my cervix, nudging it, stretching me.

'He yes, I love that...'

'You want my father's cock...'

'Oh yes, oh please master, oh Soma raju please...'

I whimpered as drew back and then he drove me, in he went, long and hard, fat and hot, stretching me, making way where nobody had gone before. Oh God the thrusts were magnificent, and I begged and whimpered for Soma raju.

'Fuck me Soma raju, I need your cock master, I need you in my muff, on my teats, in my ass...'

Oh yeah,' moaned, 'oh you're so tight and wet, baby' and I felt warm juices coming from me at the thought of Soma raju in my muff, on my teats, impaling me on his cock.

He started to thrust, slowly. 'Look at the camera, baby. Beg for Daddy...'

And I begged. As his fat shaft began rubbing at my newly opened tissues, I looked directly at the camera and I moaned and begged.

'Oh Soma raju I dream of your cock. I know it must be huge and fat and I want you here, in me, fucking me...'

And as the long thrusting motions started to speed up, as he grunted and slapped my quivering arse, Chandu's fat shaft rubbed at the entrance tissues, rasping over the tight tough front wall of my vagina, nosed hard against my cervix...

'Oh Daddy, please, I'll do anything...'

Soon he was fucking me so hard that his balls banged my arse as and my ovaries bounced up and down, and I was on my hands and knees like a bitch on heat begging for it and fingering my own pussy. He was holding my hips and riding me like a tart, and I was riding him back, eyes glazed, looking at the camera, looking at Soma raju.

He fucked into me in great thrusts. 'Beg for Daddy...'

'Oh yes please daddy, fuck me please...'

Thrust ... 'Beg for my Dad...'

'Oh Soma raju, please fuck me more Soma raju...'

Thrust... 'what do you want, slut?'

'Oh Chandu...'

'Soma raju. I'm Soma raju...'

'Oh Soma raju, do it more, oh I love that...'

There was no resisting him, or my own lust, that was the trouble. I knew, deep inside, that the more he talked about his Dad the more his Dad was kind of already there with us. He was in my head as I fucked. I imagined what his cock might be like, imagined him grabbing me, fucking me, ordering me to do his bidding, imagined riding his dick whilst he sneered at me and called me his little whore.....

It was just a fantasy. That's what I told myself. The real Soma raju was a lecher and as old as my Dad. Still, as Chandu plunged and pistoned in and out of my tight pussy, riding me on the waves of his orgasm, stretching and rubbing my horny tissues, banging at my ovaries, he whispered about how his Dad could fuck for hours. It might sound to you just like just kinky talk, but it really made me horny.

Chandu took some serious video that week. He picked me up from home and drove me to his Dad's lockup, where he had a mattress, and as I took my pants off his cock was already glistening and ready. I got down on all fours like a good girl, my round tits hanging beneath me. No sooner had he set the camcorder up than he slid his fat cockhead between my legs, rubbing my clit and my pussy, and as I lifted my arse obediently I felt his glans spreading my pussy lips...'

 

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I groaned, 'Oh yes, oh Soma raju put it in me, I want your cock...'

Then his mushroom was pushing apart my hot wet tissues, parting my labia and sliding deep into me.

It was hard, quick fucking that day. He thrust and fucked and banged at me, jerking himself off on me as if I was one of those shop-bought vaginas, rubbing his shaft up and down the narrow, ridged tunnel of my pussy as his fingers groped for my tits and yanked on the sensitive hot teats.

'Look at her tits,' Dad,' he was saying to the camera, 'look at her juicy tits, she's begging for you again..,' and I realised Soma raju had actually seen our videos. The thought filled me with delicious horror mixed in with the lust. I joined in the game.

'Oh Soma raju, do you like my tits? Will you suck them for me Soma raju? If you chew my teats I'll gobble on your dick till you cum in my throat...'

Chandu swelled as I talked, swelled and fucked and ordered me to keep talking, and I did.

'Oh Soma raju, I'm imagining your cock. Oh Soma raju I feel it, you're in my pussy, you're stretching me, oh God Soma raju your fat glans is right in side me...'

I loved the way my tits bounced as I fucked Chandu's cock. He was gasping with lust and I... well if Soma raju had walked in just then I'd have ridden him .

That made me a little nervous, to be honest. I mean it's one thing to fuck your boyfriend, another realise you want some huge muscular tattooed sixty-year old who you find physically revolting (apart from the thought of his mouth on your tits, be honest) to spread your pussy open and deflowering you with his cock.

I loved it, though, the pretend begging for Soma raju.

I pretended to be a bitch on heat. I had to whimper and growl and he'd feel under me and pull on my clit as he fucked me. Today he was in a phase of fast fucks, hard and fast and hard and fast so that he came with a shudder. I have such a fat clit, so swollen and russet red, and when I kneel forwards it swells and throbs. He only has to get his hand in the area and I start to moan and beg, arse up and spread for anything he wants, loving being used, loving the feel of his plunging cock, filling me and stretching me, rubbing me and pleasing me, driving me whilst he laughed at me, 'you love that, don't you, my horny slut? Do you want more?' And I beg, 'oh yes Soma raju, oh please do me, please fuck me with your long lovely cock, oh God yes...'

So now he said, 'you want my Dad in your arse, don't you, you slut...'

And I groaned 'oh God yes, Oh Uncle Soma raju. I'll do anything you want...

One minute he was lubing me and the next he was pushing, pushing, forcing his lubed and slippery mushroom through the tight elastic ring of my puckered hole. He was taking my arse, right here and now. I struggled at the sensation, the fat cockhead firm against my tight little ring.

It wouldn't go. I knew it wouldn't go. 'Chandu, I can't...'

But he was strong. 'I'm fucking your arse, bitch, beg for daddy...'

'Oh God, oh Soma raju fuck me...'

And slowly, as the pressure grew, his cock began to open me, began to advance, impossibly, through my tight virgin ring.

I could feel myself stretching impossibly, my ring opening, the huge smooth cockhead feeling larger than ever so that I thought I would burst at the lust and the excitement and the fear, 'oh no... it won't go... oh Soma raju, I want it so much...'

'You'll get it baby, you want my cock up your arse...' he was fingering my pussy, fingering me, churning me into lust. The feeling was impossible, exciting and fabulous...

'Oh yes, oh keep pushing, oh God Soma raju it's so big...'

'Beg me...'

 

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He was working back and forth not, little thrusts but strong and relentless. His cock was advancing, millimetre by millimetre....

'Oh Soma raju... oh God you're filling me.. do me, Soma raju, please...'

And suddenly my tight arse stretched a little more and his cockhead was in. I fought the spasms, shuddering with excitement, and he twisted and shifted and screwed his way down as if he was drilling me open. I shivered and cried with pleasure as my arse slowly let him in, fighting to relax, as his hot shaft engaged me like a bitch on heat, and he, or perhaps Soma raju, was plunging long and slow into the dark, mysterious depths of my arse.

I was impaled. I was his toy. He was way inside, his whole shaft sunk into me like the sword in the stone, I felt his balls bang against me and the feeling was unimaginable. I erupted in lust and excitement, pushing back at him, riding his cock as he filled me in a way I had never imagined. I could feel my slit, swollen and horny, like a giant peach between my legs as his prick slid in and out of the railway siding of my arse.

And he drew back, almost to my arse hole, back, back, and I tensed... it wouldn't, I couldn't... and then down he plunged, again, like a conqueror, and I howled for it. And the fucking began. Oh God he fucked my arse. He fucked hard and fast, and slow and deep, banging and thrusting as the feeling built up, and built up, and built up in me... and just as I thought I would cum I exploded in a roar of semen and cursing, 'yeah, Dad, she's so ready for you...'

I didn't want to suck him clean when he'd been in my arse, but he made me and I liked it.

I realised on some level, by now, that I was aching for Soma raju to fuck me and play with me, use my throat and fill my arse, but I still thought I could keep it in my head. It had become normal to suck and fuck, to rub and play, to gobble and feast on my boyfriend's cock like a starving woman whilst I begged for his Dad.

So, a couple of nights later, when he said he'd got something special planned with Soma raju, I kind of knew, although I'd begged for it so much that on some level I still thought it was just a game. I thought it would be something gorgeous and wet, something in which his dick would take me and use me, and we'd fuck and suck until I'd used every drop. I didn't realise quite how much every drop would be.

He took me to the lock-up that night.

No sooner had he stopped the car outside than he ordered me to gobble on him, his long, wet cock between my lips as he told me what was in store. I sucked lustily, working him like a slut as he told me how he was going to watch me fuck his dad. Then he put the blindfold on me and led me indoors.

Ten minutes later, blindfolded, and on my knees on a mattress, I wasn't surprised when he ordered me to suck and play again, and I felt the slow face fucking start, deep in my throat. Chandu loved to face fuck me, he used to go faster and faster. So I was really surprised when he stopped, pulled out, and told me to lie down and spread my legs...

'Oh, Deeksha. Whose cock do you most want?'

I caressed his balls, fingering his ass, 'I want Soma raju...'

He moaned, 'Who's Soma raju?'

I rubbed his cockhead expertly, suckled on it like a baby, 'Your Daddy... I've wanted his mouth on my tits since the first time he felt me up. I want his cock, his balls, his tongue...'

'You want my Dad's mouth on your tits, you little slut?'

I still thought he was joking, 'oh yes, please, Soma raju I am your slut and I want you on my tits...'

And then another voice, a voice I knew well said, 'It might be your lucky night...'

I started to tremble. II remembered big ugly Soma raju, his snide face, him tweaking my teats... oh God, I had fantasised about what his cock was like...

'Soma raju?'

'Hello honey...'

'Oh God... Chandu, you can't really...' I felt fingers on my labia, parting the juicy lips, playing in the entrance to my sex... ''oh God...'

Soma raju's voice, 'beg for Chandu, Deeksha...'

I relaxed. Soma raju was going to watch Chandu fuck me. Of course.

'Fuck me Chandu, fuck me..'

I was aching for it. My clit was being positively evil, swelling and throbbing like some great turnip. I was shuddering in anticipation. I could feel my tits erect and swollen. 'Oh God,' I said, 'fuck me now...'

 

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'Now baby,' Chandu said, 'I'm giving the orders. Open your pussy baby, beg for Soma raju, enjoy the ride...'

I felt a knee push my legs apart, felt a cock, pressing gentle and set against me. Slowly it began to stroke my swollen turnip of a clit, up and down.

'Oh Soma raju yes, Oh I want your cock....'

I could smell Chandu's aftershave...Soma raju's aftershave. A fat tongue pushed my mouth open, filled it. I shuddered and whimpered as my pussy started to open to something bigger than I had ever felt before. Oh God, I sensed it was enormous, hard and ready, fatter and broader... I reached down. A monster...

I moaned. Somewhere inside I already knew...

And then I heard Chandu say in a hugely excited voice, 'beg for it, Deeksha...'

'No, I can't..' I wanted to fight but I couldn't. I wanted to know. Soma raju's cock was nosing in between my pussy lips? Could I take it? What would it feel to be stretched apart by an enormous fat cock on an ugly, snide, unpleasant old man...?

The cock poked and stroked my pussy, again and again.. I moaned.

'What do you want, slut?'

'Oh God, please fuck me...'

'Beg for Daddy...'

I cracked, "Oh Soma raju, oh please Daddy. Let me serve you, please...'

Then cock was gone. 'Oh please... please... I want it...' and I heard grunting and there were lips on my pussy, lips and teeth and a tongue, spreading, chewing, sucking, licking... oh God someone started to play with my pussy lips with his tongue. Someone was eating me, and I had never been eaten. I could hear grunting in my muff.Soma raju was on my wet slit feeding like a lion.

His lips and tongue touched on my labia, chewing and playing, his tongue probing in between my pussy lips... I felt the tickling touch on the inner labia, his teeth teasing me... Chandu had never eaten my pussy, never. I still hoped it was him, but I knew it wasn't

I arched and moaned and begged, 'Oh God yes, oh Daddy, fuck me Master, sir, your lordship, I'll do anything...' and then his mouth closed round my clit and a throbbing suction began.

I squealed with pleasure, writhing and shuddering as he feasted on me, his teeth and lips pulling on my clit, suckling on me as if I was an orange and he was sucking the juice out of me. I could feel my orgasm rising like the tide to meet him.

I shuddered and fought and begged and arched. Soma raju was sucking my muff, that big horrible man who had twisted my teat, and I had wanted this ever since, wanted his mouth on me, his tongue probing me open, his teeth nibbling my swollen lips...

He was feeding on me like I was breakfast and I begged for more, wriggling and thrusting, 'oh master, oh Soma raju please do it more, I love that, I want that...'

It didn't take long before my orgasm began to rise, and as I started to shudder and tighten to cum he pulled off and his cock was pushing at my pussy lips, and I shuddered and pushed my hips towards him and he entered me, a vast fat cock plunging in with a slow, shuddering thrust, parting my pussy like the Red Sea...

He was huge, his huge cock fat and bent and long, my tissues opened, and opened, and down he sank, forcing me apart, filling me like two cocks... my tissues stretched and gripped and ached and gushed... my hips rose to meet him in spite of myself... I wanted his mouth on my tits, his cock in my pussy, to be used, and taken, and fucked... by Soma raju. The same and the lust were gorgeous...

I moaned in lust, 'oh Go.o.o.o.o.o.o.d..'

I heard Chandu laugh and tell me I was looking good...

And then as Soma raju's hot fat cock sank right through me, forcing his huge luscious length into the long narrow station of my pussy, driving home like a submarine coming into port, I moaned in pleasure and lust. I thought he would never end. He filled me, completed me, stretched me, heated me up... I began to shudder and beg. 'Oh Daddy, please...you're like two cocks, I can't do it, you're too big...I love that so much. Please do me, please do your slut master...'

Then Soma raju's mouth closed on mine, and now he was deep, deep inside me, tonguing me and fucking me, fucking me and tonguing me.

I fought the tongue briefly, I didn't want it at first, but after a while I was tonguing him back as I could feel his fat shaft rubbing my pussy walls, stretching my cunt, bruising and crushing my fat horny clit, and as he fucked me I raised my hips back at him, arching my back and thrusting back, taking that glorious delicious cock, lost in the joy of it as he pulled right out, and thrust in, and twisted and teased and stirred me, all the time swelling and growing until I felt as if he wasn't a normal man at all...

I could hear Chandu's voice from a long way off, 'Do you like that Deeksha? Do you like my Dad's cock in you?'

'Oh yes, oh I love it, oh Soma raju be my master, please fuck me hard, do me like that, God I love your dick...'

'I think you should see me...' and he pulled my blindfold off.

And as I lay there, spread-eagled beneath him, huge Soma raju, my boyfriend's father, fat and naked, sneering at me, leering about me, was on me, his enormous cock filling me, swelling inside me, pulsating like a fat horny God...

'Hello Deeksha, you're not so haughty now are you...'

I was overcome with shame now that I could see him.

'Oh God...'

'You are a slut aren't you? You just want my cock. You've wanted it since the day I squeezed your tit for you....'

'Oh no....'

Soma raju had been fucking me. My boyfriend's father. He must be sixty. He was revolting to me. Fat and tattooed and hairy... Chandu was smooth and waxed and Soma raju was covered in hair...

You want to bury your face in his hairy groin and suck that fat cock said a voice in my head..

'No no I don't...'

Oh God he had felt good. Chandu never sucked my clit...

It was my clit talking, that's what it was. Deeksha suck that beautiful cock, it said. Look how fat and wet it is. Look at his balls girl. Beg him to fuck you...

'Shut up,' I said desperately, to my clit.

 

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Soma raju sneered at me and then carefully and deliberately drew in and out and gave me two fucking thrusts, that giant slightly curvy cock drawing back then driving into me, stretching and hot and wild and lovely... It was pure heaven

I was lost. 'Oh my God I love that, oh Soma raju I want to be your slave, don't ever stop...'

'You like that?' Chandu was tweaking my tits, watching, laughing, 'you want to play with Daddy...'

I reached down. He had fat dangling hairy balls. Everything surged through me. Oh, it was fabulous. I wanted it so much. I couldn't resist. His mouth was like heaven. 'Oh God yes...'

'Beg for Soma raju...'

Some remnant of my former self tried to rescue me. I fought my clit and my boyfriend one last time. 'Chandu, I want you...'

The clit was winning. Soma raju was a master. His cock was my God. Oh, I wanted to cum again. I started to cry and beg.. 'please Chandu don't you want to fuck me...'

'Love me love my Dad. Don't you like his cock? You were fucking him, that's for sure...'

"I can't help it, Chandu...'

'Do you want me to stop?' Soma raju leaned into my mouth. 'If you want it you'll have to beg for it.'

He pulled his fat delicious cock out of me and I reached for it.

'Oh God I want it....' my hands were on it now and I could see how huge and gnarly it was. I wanted to lick it and suck it and pleasure it, to feast on it and feed on it and play with it and take it deep inside....

I gave in. From the moment his beautiful fat glans had forced my pussy lips apart and I felt his fat belly lower onto me I had known who it was I wanted.

'Soma raju, fuck me, now and whenever you want. I'll do anything. Anything...just give me your cock...'

'Sixty-nine her, Dad...'

And I went to heaven. As I opened my mouth to take his fat glans into my throat, or as much of it as I could, he was kneeling over me and his mouth was on my muff.

Soma raju worked my pussy like a pro. His lips were everywhere, his fingers prodding me, I was open and exposed and hot and wet, like a steaming flower in the rain. I wanted him in me, licking me, sucking me, taking me, using me. The suckling was gorgeous.

As I suckled and played with and rubbed his cock, his huge, veiney, twisted, fabulous cock, Soma raju's tongue penetrated the space between my labia, and his tongue began to fuck me as he chewed on my clit.. His fingers probed my ass. 'Oh God yes...'

'You like that...?'

I mumbled on this cock as he filled my throat, fucked me with his tongue, I couldn't speak, I wanted to say, 'oh God, oh please Soma raju, I want you to do it more...'

Soma raju played at the hood of my clitoris. Sending waves of joy through me, then his fingers probed me deep and hard, stirring me expertly, like a wizard...' oh little slut your pussy wants me real bad...'

His cock was swelling, his salty pre-cum in my mouth, he was fat and gorgeous, and I heard Chandu say, 'now fuck her Dad...' and I started to cry with excitement.

As he pulled out and turned me over I was begging and shaking...

'Oh God yes. Please. Fuck me Daddy...'

'Yes what?' the wonderful giant dick probed at me, fingers tweaked me, squeezed my clit, I wanted... I wanted...'

'Please Soma raju...'

'Please Soma raju what?'

'Please eat my pussy and give me your cock...'

'You want to be my little slut?'

'Oh, I'll do anything, I've wanted your cock ever since the day you played with my tits in the toilet...'

'You want to be our toy?'

'Oh yes, oh use me please, let me serve you...'

I didn't know what I was saying. Soma raju was fabulous. He penetrated me, slow and long, and I felt again the glorious nudge of his cockhead parting me, spreading me, filling me. As he took me again, pushing my ovaries, my cervix, filling my whole pussy I whimpered, 'Oh Soma raju, oh yes master...'

And then he was using me for his own pleasure, bang and fucking, thrusting and pumping, filling me, fucking me, stretching me, working me. He fucked so hard, fast, then slow, then fast then slow - hard riding thrusts impaling me like a kebab. As he rode me he slapped and laughed, grunting and swearing and calling me his horny bitch, and I was begging for more, for more cock, and as he thrust deep his cock stimulated my clit and I started to cum. I was impaled on his cock as my tissues swelled and throbbed and my orgasm built, and waves of feeling took over me.. and I begged 'oh God I'm cumming, oh keep fucking me, fuck me through my cum,' and he plunged in and out as I roared and spasmed on his fat cock, and Chandu pulled and twisted at my teats he forced my face onto his cock and I realised he was ejaculating, wild at what he was seeing, his girlfriend fucking his father's giant cock and loving every minute of it...

As my orgasm erupted and shook me like a rag doll I was aware of Soma raju swelling and becoming rigid as, with a roar, Soma raju came, ejaculating in great spasms into me, his cock throbbing and swelling and pulsing and jerking as I shuddered and climaxed and collapsed beneath him, waiting for his cock to pull out of me, wondering how I would bear the shame.

'Oh God that was wonderful, Oh Christ...'

'Haven't you heard of Viagra? We've only just started...lick me clean, slut, you've got work to do...'

'Oh yes Master.''

"I think you'll find it's Masters..'

I suckled them both, over and over, loving and pleasuring their two cocks. I loved the difference between them. I loved Chandu's straight fat cock and Soma raju's enormous ugly, bulging monster, Chandu's smooth balls and Soma raju's dangling hairy ones. I loved playing and fasting and gobbling on them. I loved Soma raju's face in my pussy. I sat on his mouth and rode his tongue like a bitch as Chandu ate my tits. It was probably an hour before I got them really hard again, but I enjoyed every minute of it.

Now it was Chandu's turn to fuck his whore, as I crouched on all fours, begging like a slut, and as he spread me again with his long slim dick, his father Soma raju fed me his giant cock and I suckled gorgeously on it, holding onto the root of his shaft for balance as Chandu fucked and played, playing and stroking and loving and adoring, teasing his ass with my fingers, suckling his balls, deep throating him further down than I had ever managed before.

'Oh masters, oh let me please you...'

 

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Oh, I love that cock. It is so fat and long knobbly, with a beautiful dark reddish head. I loved the slit on his cockhead that I could probe with my tongue. I love the feel of his shaft in my throat. I love suckling on his gorgeous hairy balls and running my tongue round the rim of his ass, probing his pucker boldly as I caressed and rubbed him back to hardness.

Oh I worked on him, and as I worked he instructed me, 'that's right girl, rub the shaft, finger my ass, deeper, harder, oh go yes, put your mouth round me, work for it little slut, it's yours if you want it...' and he was hardening again and I was as tight as a violin string, vibrating and throbbing with lust, hoping against hope that they would fuck me together.

At last, they were on me in tandem, like a beautiful machine, Soma raju's great fat wonderful cock plunged deep into my pussy, Chandu other long straight fat one in my arse as they worked me together. The rhythm was perfect, like the best jazz, in in, in in, inin, like that.. My God have you ever been double fucked? I was so full and stretched, so wet and hot, my clit throbbed and flared into hungry slutty-life. As Soma raju sank his beautiful swollen knobbly cock back deep into my pussy and Chandu filled my arse and they double fucked me I cried with pleasure. I wanted more, and more, and more. I begged to be spanked, to be teased, to be used, to serve them. I begged to be theirs.

The whole night they played with me, eating me, fucking me, playing with me. Oh reader, I knelt and sucked, rubbing and begging, caressing and playing I promised to do the same for their friends, their work colleagues. And eventually, at last, exhausted, they suckled one on each of my teats. With a shudder and a cry my last orgasm took me as my boyfriend and his dad chewed and teased one fat horny nipple each, and two sets of fingers tickle and played with my traitorous clit.

The video material was pretty explicit. You can see me sucking and begging and pleading for more. You can see me gobbling on their cocks, riding them licking them, playing with them. Wasn't surprised when Soma raju told me he'd show it to my Dad if I ever betrayed him, but I wasn't going to. I was going to do everything he wanted from now on.

I knew my relationship with Chandu would never be the same again, but it didn't matter. It was Soma raju and his cock I wanted now, Soma raju and his friends, big fat hairy men with long fat cocks and mouths like engines. I hoped there would be many more to come.

THE-END

 

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#Nikita Thukral

Our first year college English teacher was Miss Nikita Thukral. She was single, slim, light skinned, about 5'4" tall, had an nice (34B) bosom and was probably in her late 30's. She had a sexy walk as she swayed her hips oblivious to the reaction she caused in men and students who observed her. She dressed in pastel colored sarees and usually wore a pleasant jasmine perfume that was very sensual. She was a good teacher and I considered myself lucky to get into her English class.

Miss Nikita was always on time for her classes and very pleasant and kind natured to all her students. I was one of the only four students in 400 who had obtained a First Class in English and soon I was one of her favorite students. Sometimes I would walk home with her and other students since her house was on the way to the train station and I had to take the train to get home. On days when she had a free hour in the morning, she stayed at home and used to come to her front verandah, pretend to be doing something and smile and wave out to me as I walked to college. I knew that her interest was a little more than platonic. Well, maybe I was imagining things. In her class, I sat next to the aisle and even though her hips brushed past my shoulders occasionally while I was seated in her classroom, I thought that it was by accident and not by plan.

One day after her English class, Miss Nikita asked me to stay over for a few minutes and asked me whether I knew anything about house electrical circuits and fuses. I told her that I knew a little bit about electricity and attended to the electrical circuits at home. I was also the High School electrician's helper during school functions when additional lights were required. She then told me that the fuse on her kitchen circuit had blown, her electrician had gone to his village for the holidays, and that she was looking for some help. I eagerly volunteered to help her and told her that I knew how to replace a fuse. I told her that I would stop by her house on my way to the train station. She agreed.

So after my classes were over for the day, I stopped by Miss Nikita's house. She greeted me at the front door and offered me a cup of tea. Miss Nikita told me that she lived with her mother who worked at the local hospital on the evening shift and did not come home until about 11:30 P.M. After having my tea, I promptly went over to the main fuse box in the dark verandah and turned off the power to the entire house. I could feel Miss Nikita's presence and smell her jasmine perfume all around me. I was getting a little aroused, but was scared; after all, she was my teacher. The fuse box was located on the verandah, and using a candle as the main source of light, I started to pull out each fuse and examine them. Sure enough, one was blown and I replaced it using a spare that was thoughtfully kept right inside the fuse box by her electrician.

I flipped on the main switch and all the lights came on inside the house, and I blew out the candle. It was still dark on the verandah and Miss Nikita clapped her hands said "Oh! Thank you, thank you!" and gave me a hug. My cock was half-erect, this gave me the courage that I needed, and I embraced her, held her tight, pulled her towards me and boldly kissed her on her lips. Miss Nikita moaned "Uuuuuummmmm..." as she kissed. We held each other for a long time and then started to French kiss. Miss Nikita broke off, said, "Let's go inside," and led me to her bedroom.

Once inside her bedroom Miss Nikita and I again embraced and kissed. I kissed her neck and nibbled at her ears. She was moaning and I started to take off her saree and her skirt while she undid her blouse and removed her blouse along with her white lace bra. She looked glorious in her white, lace bikini panties. Her twin peaks bounced in their freedom and I cupped one breast, squeezed it and then did the same with the other. Her breasts were firm and perky and her hard light brown erect nipples were pointing straight out. We both then lay down on her bed.