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Good one.With his tongue on her mouth and his monster inside her pussy, Anu Sithara felt as if she were burning like a eucalyptus fire. A spectacular and beautiful fire so rich with heat and flames that she was suddenly centered in her own body— like a stacking cup that fits perfectly into the cup outside it.
"Ah, ah, ah, I am cumming again. I'm cumming on your holly cock, you rascal..." Anu Sithara squealed, breaking her passionate kiss. She had never climaxed multiple times before, that too in such a short interval, "what have you done with my pussy? God."
"Wow. -- What a well behaved little whore you are, my darling," he told her. Her pussy felt like hot butter. Her dripping juices on his burning balls were fueling to his passion, to his vigor. Every cell in Ayaan's body urged him to drive himself into her to the hilt, tearing through her maidenhead, to possess her fully with his cock.
"I love tasting myself on your cock, Ayaan. Oh God," she replied letting him do with her -- whatever he wanted, "please don't leave me ever, Ayaan. I don't even have another hope to cling to, but you."
"No—I won't ever leave you empty," replied Ayaan, lifting her other leg from the floor and staged her over his giant flag pole. Standing and carrying her— Ayaan just tossed her over his monster. Her heavy ass, with its heavyweight, fell each time over his monster and the magnanimously bulbous cock head rubbed magical places in her pussy, Karan's small penis could never reach.
But Anu Sithara was not thinking about him anymore. She was not even thinking of this unique position in which she was merely hanging over his cock— like a quivering leaf on a tree. Anu Sithara was thinking to be alone on an island with Ayaan, with no audience to help discern her feelings. He alone could sustain her. The orgasms would sustain her.
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"Oh Ayaan, I think I'm in love with your dick." Anu Sithara finally confessed digging her nails on his back and then a plummeting shudder ran through Anu Sithara; she lost vision and her knees buckled. She feared she might weep or gasp, or laugh. But she didn't. She just went limp over his monster cock, on his hairy chest, in his strong arms.
For the rest of many hours, behind the closed door of his executive office, Ayaan taught her everything a woman could know about the pleasures of pure elemental sex, about hunger stirred and needs meeting. He revealed to her what it was like to get fucked like lightning and thunder. And he oriented her with it was to seduce a man like soft rain. She learned that yearning could be a pain, burning hot through the blood. She learned it could be a joy, rushing sweet under the skin.
But Anu Sithara also taught him much more. Though, Ayaan was still unaware of it — she taught him that there could be beauty, comfort, and hope in life. She taught him that life can be a blessing, sometime.
The-End
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Fuck hard to drain the ballsWith his tongue on her mouth and his monster inside her pussy, Anu Sithara felt as if she were burning like a eucalyptus fire. A spectacular and beautiful fire so rich with heat and flames that she was suddenly centered in her own body— like a stacking cup that fits perfectly into the cup outside it.
"Ah, ah, ah, I am cumming again. I'm cumming on your holly cock, you rascal..." Anu Sithara squealed, breaking her passionate kiss. She had never climaxed multiple times before, that too in such a short interval, "what have you done with my pussy? God."
"Wow. -- What a well behaved little whore you are, my darling," he told her. Her pussy felt like hot butter. Her dripping juices on his burning balls were fueling to his passion, to his vigor. Every cell in Ayaan's body urged him to drive himself into her to the hilt, tearing through her maidenhead, to possess her fully with his cock.
"I love tasting myself on your cock, Ayaan. Oh God," she replied letting him do with her -- whatever he wanted, "please don't leave me ever, Ayaan. I don't even have another hope to cling to, but you."
"No—I won't ever leave you empty," replied Ayaan, lifting her other leg from the floor and staged her over his giant flag pole. Standing and carrying her— Ayaan just tossed her over his monster. Her heavy ass, with its heavyweight, fell each time over his monster and the magnanimously bulbous cock head rubbed magical places in her pussy, Karan's small penis could never reach.
But Anu Sithara was not thinking about him anymore. She was not even thinking of this unique position in which she was merely hanging over his cock— like a quivering leaf on a tree. Anu Sithara was thinking to be alone on an island with Ayaan, with no audience to help discern her feelings. He alone could sustain her. The orgasms would sustain her.
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"Oh Ayaan, I think I'm in love with your dick." Anu Sithara finally confessed digging her nails on his back and then a plummeting shudder ran through Anu Sithara; she lost vision and her knees buckled. She feared she might weep or gasp, or laugh. But she didn't. She just went limp over his monster cock, on his hairy chest, in his strong arms.
For the rest of many hours, behind the closed door of his executive office, Ayaan taught her everything a woman could know about the pleasures of pure elemental sex, about hunger stirred and needs meeting. He revealed to her what it was like to get fucked like lightning and thunder. And he oriented her with it was to seduce a man like soft rain. She learned that yearning could be a pain, burning hot through the blood. She learned it could be a joy, rushing sweet under the skin.
But Anu Sithara also taught him much more. Though, Ayaan was still unaware of it — she taught him that there could be beauty, comfort, and hope in life. She taught him that life can be a blessing, sometime.
The-End
#A Night of Error part -- 4
Viswanath and Nayanthara had to attend a marriage ceremony in a far remote rural place. It was the marriage ceremony of Viswanath's niece . The place was a village named Samastipur located 40 K.M. away from Purnea (District Town in Bihar).
There was no Train communication; you have to go by Road only. It was very risky to go by car as the area was infamous for dacoits and the Naxalites.
So, Nayanthara and Viswanath decided to take a night Bus from Patna. Before making their journey, they arranged two maid servants who would cook foods for Nivetha, to take care of her daily needs, and also staying in the house in night to guard Nivetha as she was being left alone in the house. The most important thing they did was to stitch hidden pockets inside the Petticoats of Nayanthara, and inside the under wears of Viswanath.
This was a precautionary measure to keep money in case they would require money in emergency. Since they were visiting a Dacoit prone area, any mishap could happen. Looting money and assaults on women was a regular phenomenon in that area. Since, it was a marriage ceremony of a close relative, they could not avoid it. Viswanath strictly advised Nayanthara not wearing any Gold ornaments, and Nayanthara wore certain imitations of jewelry.
Only two Buses were plying to that area from Patna. One was for onward, and another for returning. The distance from Patna to Samastipur via Purnea would be around 395 K.M. They made an overnight journey, and had a long ride by Bus. The peculiarity of the Bus was that no Gents/Ladies could be sit together. The ladies will be seating only in the seats specified for ladies. They also made the Return Tickets in advance. The Bus dropped them at the Bus stop in the morning at around 6.00AM. Next day by evening 8.00 PM, they would again come to this Bus stop for their return journey to Patna.
The village was situated at 6 K.M. from the Bus stop. They had one medium size Travel Bag, which contained the clothes of both Nayanthara and Viswanath along with some dry foods, Fruits, and water Bottles.
In that rural area, there was no facility for any transportation system. Bullock cart was the only mode of transportation. Since, the Host was a very rich person in that area, he had arranged two motorcyclists, who were waiting in advance at Bus stop to pick up Nayanthara and Viswanath. Both of them saddled on the motorcycles as pillion riders.
There was no proper road to the village, only a wide mud path. But, the scenic beauty was amazing. The atmosphere was totally different from the city life. It was far from the madding crowd. The green mustard plants with their yellow flowers were growing everywhere.
A soft breeze was flowing. Nayanthara felt she had come to paradise. The dust and noise of the city seemed far away. There were ponds and green paddy fields alongside the road. The fields on either side of the road were covered with green crops. They saw the farmers ploughing their fields. They could feel the cool breeze of the morning as they passed along the road.
The Road to the village winds a few kilometers through dusty plains, then very muddy and wet with green fields on the right and left. Few villagers were walking along there, balancing on their heads bundles of paddy. Agriculture was the main source of their livelihood.
The village they reached was free from hustle and bustle of city life. It was calm and quite out here, and the air seemed to be very fresh. There were hens, goats, cows, and buffalos were roaming around everywhere. They could not see any man on the road. All the men were in the fields whole day. The houses were very plain and simple. All were thatched houses. The village had 50 numbers of houses, and around 200 numbers of people must be living there. There were only three brick buildings (Post office, Local Health centre and the house of the Host). The house of the Host was cemented.
The Host welcomed them warmly. The nearby people gathered to see them as they were the people from the city. Due to marriage ceremony, the house of the Host was crowded with Relatives. The marriage ceremony took place in the midnight. The groom was from the town of Purnea.
Next day, there was a big lunch arranged by the Host for all Relatives. The farewell ceremony of Bride and groom was scheduled to be at 6.00PM evening. Both Nayanthara and Viswanath were happy as they would return to Patna by evening, 8.00PM once the farewell ceremony would be over.
But, suddenly, the Pundit (Brahmin who solemnized the tie of sacred marriage) declared that the auspicious time for farewell ceremony would be afternoon at 2.00 PM. By the auspicious time, the bride and groom, Host, and most of the Relatives left. Nayanthara, Viswanath, and few other Relatives were left behind. The house was more or less deserted within few hours.
At around 5.00PM, they packed up everything in their Travel bag as they had to board the bus at 8.00 PM. The evening was approaching very fast. It was 6.00 PM, and the entire village was enveloped with pitch darkness. The electricity was very irregular in the rural areas. There was a power cut during this time. There was one lantern burning in the courtyard of the house, and 2/3 numbers of lanterns were in other rooms. Before making their journey, Nayanthara wanted to take bath. The women folk of the village used to attend the call of nature in open field, and take bath in village pond. Fortunately enough, the Host had made some temporary arrangements for bathroom in backyard of the house for women guest by joining 4 numbers of big cardboard pieces.
Nayanthara called the maid servant of the House named Radha. Nayanthara removed her blouse, bra, saree, and panty. She kept those in the Travel bag. She covered her upper portion with a towel as she had only her petticoat in the lower portion. She never kept her petticoat separately somewhere as the money, Return Bus ticket, and the leaves of cheque book were kept secretly in the hidden pocket of her petticoat.
She heard the voice of Radha. "Memsahib, (Madam) come this way. I have arranged everything. I have kept a bucket, full of water, and a mug inside it. You can take bath comfortably."
Nayanthara proceeded towards backyard of the house carefully as it was dark. She was following Radha, who was going ahead, guiding Nayanthara with a lantern. Radha kept the lantern in few yards away from the temporary bathroom. With the flickering light of lantern, she could locate the temporary bathroom.
Nobody was there around the area. She removed her petticoat and towel, and she was completely naked. She started taking bath.
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After some moments, all of a sudden, she heard the sound of Gunshots. Then she heard the frantic screams of people inside the house. She was so horrified and frightened that immediately, she put on her petticoat, and covered her upper portion with towel. The lantern burning near her had suddenly gone out. There was darkness everywhere but the surroundings were visible due to moonlit. She heard the footstep. A silhouetted figure appeared from nowhere, and was approaching towards her. She got so scared that she wanted to scream.
A hissed sound was heard. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! don't make any sound, I am Radha. The armed Dacoits have barged in to the house. They have surrounded the entire house from the main entrance except this back portion of the house. They have cornered everybody inside the house. They are thrashing everybody brutally who are trying to confront them. They are looting cash and jewelry. Luckily, I escaped from there and came to warn you. Memsahib, be hurry, you have to flee from this place immediately. If they find you, then the consequences will be worst, they may fuck you as you are very beautiful," said Radha.
Nayanthara shivered, a cold sweat was dripping from her forehead. She was so nervous, panic stricken that she was struck dumb. She was so afraid of her life that she was perspiring in her whole body due to sacredness. Suddenly, they both heard another Gunshot. The Dacoits opened fire in the air, and continued their looting spree. The flashing of torch lights by the Dacoits in the distance could be seen by both Nayanthara and Radha.
With nervous tone, Nayanthara asked, "Where is my husband?"
"Don't worry! He has escaped unhurt, and waiting for you there," Radha indicated a big tree behind which was 200 feet away from the backyard.
"But, how can I go outside without clothes? All my clothes are in Travel bag, even my sandals are inside the house," she asked Radha.
"Mem sahib, you try to forget those, those are taken away by the Dacoits. You are lucky that fortunately, I have found a pair of old torn saree and blouse lying in the cowshed, which were used and left by previous maid of this house. Please wear this, and leave the place immediately. Good bye...Mem sahib," saying this, Radha vanished in darkness.
Nayanthara, realizing the situation, immediately, came to her senses. She put on the torn blouse without bra, and torn saree above the petticoat hurriedly.
She heard the rough voices and footsteps of Dacoits which were approaching nearer towards her way. She ran for her life with bare feet. She entered in to the bush of high grasses which had grown due to rain. She crawled amongst the grasses like soldiers crawling in battle field. She could see the flash of torch lights and 4/5 numbers of tall shadows in the backyard of the house. Thank...God; luckily she was escaped in right time.
She reached the big tree where her husband, Viswanath was waiting for her. She embraced him, kissed him, and started sobbing. Viswanath consoled her. There was no time, they had to escape from the Dacoits, and at the same time they had to board the Bus at Bus stop by 8.00PM. They had only one hour. They ran through the muddy paddy fields without looking back.
It was the seventh night after the new moon. The night was a clear one, and the entire area was illuminated with bright moonlight. They concealed themselves in the green paddy (appeared dark), and running amongst these without being seen. They were following the main road. At about 7.15 PM, they reached a point on the road lying between the village and Bus stop. At that point, they found a footpath which served as a shortcut leads off from the main road.
Viswanath and Nayanthara had to attend a marriage ceremony in a far remote rural place. It was the marriage ceremony of Viswanath's niece . The place was a village named Samastipur located 40 K.M. away from Purnea (District Town in Bihar).
There was no Train communication; you have to go by Road only. It was very risky to go by car as the area was infamous for dacoits and the Naxalites.
So, Nayanthara and Viswanath decided to take a night Bus from Patna. Before making their journey, they arranged two maid servants who would cook foods for Nivetha, to take care of her daily needs, and also staying in the house in night to guard Nivetha as she was being left alone in the house. The most important thing they did was to stitch hidden pockets inside the Petticoats of Nayanthara, and inside the under wears of Viswanath.
This was a precautionary measure to keep money in case they would require money in emergency. Since they were visiting a Dacoit prone area, any mishap could happen. Looting money and assaults on women was a regular phenomenon in that area. Since, it was a marriage ceremony of a close relative, they could not avoid it. Viswanath strictly advised Nayanthara not wearing any Gold ornaments, and Nayanthara wore certain imitations of jewelry.
Only two Buses were plying to that area from Patna. One was for onward, and another for returning. The distance from Patna to Samastipur via Purnea would be around 395 K.M. They made an overnight journey, and had a long ride by Bus. The peculiarity of the Bus was that no Gents/Ladies could be sit together. The ladies will be seating only in the seats specified for ladies. They also made the Return Tickets in advance. The Bus dropped them at the Bus stop in the morning at around 6.00AM. Next day by evening 8.00 PM, they would again come to this Bus stop for their return journey to Patna.
The village was situated at 6 K.M. from the Bus stop. They had one medium size Travel Bag, which contained the clothes of both Nayanthara and Viswanath along with some dry foods, Fruits, and water Bottles.
In that rural area, there was no facility for any transportation system. Bullock cart was the only mode of transportation. Since, the Host was a very rich person in that area, he had arranged two motorcyclists, who were waiting in advance at Bus stop to pick up Nayanthara and Viswanath. Both of them saddled on the motorcycles as pillion riders.
There was no proper road to the village, only a wide mud path. But, the scenic beauty was amazing. The atmosphere was totally different from the city life. It was far from the madding crowd. The green mustard plants with their yellow flowers were growing everywhere.
A soft breeze was flowing. Nayanthara felt she had come to paradise. The dust and noise of the city seemed far away. There were ponds and green paddy fields alongside the road. The fields on either side of the road were covered with green crops. They saw the farmers ploughing their fields. They could feel the cool breeze of the morning as they passed along the road.
The Road to the village winds a few kilometers through dusty plains, then very muddy and wet with green fields on the right and left. Few villagers were walking along there, balancing on their heads bundles of paddy. Agriculture was the main source of their livelihood.
The village they reached was free from hustle and bustle of city life. It was calm and quite out here, and the air seemed to be very fresh. There were hens, goats, cows, and buffalos were roaming around everywhere. They could not see any man on the road. All the men were in the fields whole day. The houses were very plain and simple. All were thatched houses. The village had 50 numbers of houses, and around 200 numbers of people must be living there. There were only three brick buildings (Post office, Local Health centre and the house of the Host). The house of the Host was cemented.
The Host welcomed them warmly. The nearby people gathered to see them as they were the people from the city. Due to marriage ceremony, the house of the Host was crowded with Relatives. The marriage ceremony took place in the midnight. The groom was from the town of Purnea.
Next day, there was a big lunch arranged by the Host for all Relatives. The farewell ceremony of Bride and groom was scheduled to be at 6.00PM evening. Both Nayanthara and Viswanath were happy as they would return to Patna by evening, 8.00PM once the farewell ceremony would be over.
But, suddenly, the Pundit (Brahmin who solemnized the tie of sacred marriage) declared that the auspicious time for farewell ceremony would be afternoon at 2.00 PM. By the auspicious time, the bride and groom, Host, and most of the Relatives left. Nayanthara, Viswanath, and few other Relatives were left behind. The house was more or less deserted within few hours.
At around 5.00PM, they packed up everything in their Travel bag as they had to board the bus at 8.00 PM. The evening was approaching very fast. It was 6.00 PM, and the entire village was enveloped with pitch darkness. The electricity was very irregular in the rural areas. There was a power cut during this time. There was one lantern burning in the courtyard of the house, and 2/3 numbers of lanterns were in other rooms. Before making their journey, Nayanthara wanted to take bath. The women folk of the village used to attend the call of nature in open field, and take bath in village pond. Fortunately enough, the Host had made some temporary arrangements for bathroom in backyard of the house for women guest by joining 4 numbers of big cardboard pieces.
Nayanthara called the maid servant of the House named Radha. Nayanthara removed her blouse, bra, saree, and panty. She kept those in the Travel bag. She covered her upper portion with a towel as she had only her petticoat in the lower portion. She never kept her petticoat separately somewhere as the money, Return Bus ticket, and the leaves of cheque book were kept secretly in the hidden pocket of her petticoat.
She heard the voice of Radha. "Memsahib, (Madam) come this way. I have arranged everything. I have kept a bucket, full of water, and a mug inside it. You can take bath comfortably."
Nayanthara proceeded towards backyard of the house carefully as it was dark. She was following Radha, who was going ahead, guiding Nayanthara with a lantern. Radha kept the lantern in few yards away from the temporary bathroom. With the flickering light of lantern, she could locate the temporary bathroom.
Nobody was there around the area. She removed her petticoat and towel, and she was completely naked. She started taking bath.
After some moments, all of a sudden, she heard the sound of Gunshots. Then she heard the frantic screams of people inside the house. She was so horrified and frightened that immediately, she put on her petticoat, and covered her upper portion with towel. The lantern burning near her had suddenly gone out. There was darkness everywhere but the surroundings were visible due to moonlit. She heard the footstep. A silhouetted figure appeared from nowhere, and was approaching towards her. She got so scared that she wanted to scream.
A hissed sound was heard. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! don't make any sound, I am Radha. The armed Dacoits have barged in to the house. They have surrounded the entire house from the main entrance except this back portion of the house. They have cornered everybody inside the house. They are thrashing everybody brutally who are trying to confront them. They are looting cash and jewelry. Luckily, I escaped from there and came to warn you. Memsahib, be hurry, you have to flee from this place immediately. If they find you, then the consequences will be worst, they may fuck you as you are very beautiful," said Radha.
Nayanthara shivered, a cold sweat was dripping from her forehead. She was so nervous, panic stricken that she was struck dumb. She was so afraid of her life that she was perspiring in her whole body due to sacredness. Suddenly, they both heard another Gunshot. The Dacoits opened fire in the air, and continued their looting spree. The flashing of torch lights by the Dacoits in the distance could be seen by both Nayanthara and Radha.
With nervous tone, Nayanthara asked, "Where is my husband?"
"Don't worry! He has escaped unhurt, and waiting for you there," Radha indicated a big tree behind which was 200 feet away from the backyard.
"But, how can I go outside without clothes? All my clothes are in Travel bag, even my sandals are inside the house," she asked Radha.
"Mem sahib, you try to forget those, those are taken away by the Dacoits. You are lucky that fortunately, I have found a pair of old torn saree and blouse lying in the cowshed, which were used and left by previous maid of this house. Please wear this, and leave the place immediately. Good bye...Mem sahib," saying this, Radha vanished in darkness.
Nayanthara, realizing the situation, immediately, came to her senses. She put on the torn blouse without bra, and torn saree above the petticoat hurriedly.
She heard the rough voices and footsteps of Dacoits which were approaching nearer towards her way. She ran for her life with bare feet. She entered in to the bush of high grasses which had grown due to rain. She crawled amongst the grasses like soldiers crawling in battle field. She could see the flash of torch lights and 4/5 numbers of tall shadows in the backyard of the house. Thank...God; luckily she was escaped in right time.
She reached the big tree where her husband, Viswanath was waiting for her. She embraced him, kissed him, and started sobbing. Viswanath consoled her. There was no time, they had to escape from the Dacoits, and at the same time they had to board the Bus at Bus stop by 8.00PM. They had only one hour. They ran through the muddy paddy fields without looking back.
It was the seventh night after the new moon. The night was a clear one, and the entire area was illuminated with bright moonlight. They concealed themselves in the green paddy (appeared dark), and running amongst these without being seen. They were following the main road. At about 7.15 PM, they reached a point on the road lying between the village and Bus stop. At that point, they found a footpath which served as a shortcut leads off from the main road.
They decided to follow the footpath, avoiding the main toad as they were afraid of Dacoits if following them. It was already 8.00PM, and they were about to reach near the Bus stop, then they saw the Bus reached the Bus stop. They started running towards the Bus as it was about to leave.
Finally, they caught up the night bus at the last moment. The conductor of bus ushered them to inside the bus, inspected their tickets. Nayanthara took her seat in the right row, exactly behind the Driver which was meant for ladies only. Viswanath took his seat in the row behind Nayanthara. There was no co-passenger with Nayanthara; she was the lonely lady. But, Viswanath had a co-passenger, a very old man sitting near the window. He was in deep slumber. He thanked God, although they were separated, but they were very close, and they could communicate with each other.
It was an ordinary Bus full of people with most of the seats occupied. The Bus had three staffs. The Driver named Vikram singh, aged 54 years, full of furrow on his forehead, having a rugged feature of masculinity, his head was full of grey hairs, his face was full of unshaved grey beards with a thick, and long grey mustache. His wrist and arms were muscular like a wrestler due to years of driving behind the wheel.
The conductor was a very young fellow named Ranjit Sinha, aged about 25 years. He was wearing a khaki uniform with a small leather bag with a strap which hung on his shoulder. He had dropping eyes with pointed mustache. He was tall, slim, but had a powerful physique. The Bus cleaner was a younger boy, aged 20 years named Haria, wearing a half pant, whose prime function was to sweep, clean the Bus, and loading in to/unloading from Bus the passengers' goods.
Most of the passengers were tattered and dirty, they were all village folks. The Bus started its journey and geared up to its normal speed. The lights in the Bus were dimly lit. The passengers seated comfortably near the windows were sleeping. The air was hot and filled with strange, unpleasant smells of sweat ridden body of rural people. The hot and humid climate was an extra addition to the discomfort of the surroundings. The passengers were curled up and asleep. A few minutes later, a relative silence settled throughout the bus except the surging of bus turning left, sometimes right, slam of brakes, and occasional gear grinding lurch by the driver.
There was a large gap between two seats in the row where Nayanthara was sitting. The cool breeze started brushing through the face of Nayanthara from the open window, and soon she was lost in the fast moving objects and lights outside the window. She was trying to forget the traumatic experience they had few hours before.
Viswanath touched her from behind through the gap of the seats and whispered, "Hey! Are you ok?"
She replied, "I am ok, trying to get some sleep."
She started concentrating on the black shadows of houses, trees from the window which crossed her hurriedly. She was alone in the seat. She dozed off.
The young conductor, Ranjit Sinha had an eye on Nayanthara the moment she boarded the bus. Now, he was staring at her continuously. Nayanthara was wearing torn saree and blouse, and she was bare footed. Her bare feet were full of mud. He wondered how this illiterate, poor, rustic, and rural woman could be so fair and beautiful. She was covering her boobs in pallu, but still the shapes of the boobs were bulging out. Ranjit assessed that her boobs must be 36". He guessed that this beautiful poor women must be aged around 35 years.
Ranjit could not control himself; he came closer to Nayanthara and watched her beautifulness. She was sleeping, and her breasts were heaving with the rhythm of her breathing. His cock was rock hard.
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Nayanthara sensed a rough hand tapping her elbow asking for attention. She opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at him with questioning glance. He was the young conductor with rugged look, with a smile on his face looking at her. He whispered her to move a bit so that he could sit in the vacant seat. Nayanthara glanced him carefully in the dim lit of Bus, he was handsome, must be under the age group of her son, Aditya.
He whispered, "I am Ranjit, conductor of the Bus. What's your name? Where are you going? Who is that person boarded with you in bus stop? He is now sitting behind you. Is he your husband?"
Nayanthara in a shy manner, with her dropping eyes, in a very low and soft voice replied, "I am Nayanthara, I am going to Patna for searching job. I don't know that person; I met him only at Bus stop. I was married but after one year, my husband left me and absconded. I don't know his whereabouts."
Ranjit moved a bit closer to her and his body touched her. A current ran through his body. He hissed her, "Do you have enough money for your survival?"
Nayanthara nodded her head and said, "No".
"Would you work for us as a maid? We, total numbers of six persons (I, Vikram singh, the driver who is driving this bus, Haria, the cleaner, and other three persons) are staying together in a house. We need a maid cum house keeper. You will get shelter, food and money. Do you agree?"
She remained silent for some minutes as if she was in deep thought.
Then she nodded her head with consent, "Agreed."
Viswanath was watching, and hearing everything through the gap of seats. He wondered what kinds of game Nayanthara was playing. He was waiting for the next step of Nayanthara.
The Bus conductor was holding her hand, when Viswanath looked around; he noticed that no one could see them. From behind, he peeped through the gap. The Bus conductor could feel her body warmth flowing in to him as they were sitting side by side and so close. He moved his right hand on her shoulder, drawing her close to him, and she obliged by sitting very close to him, then he rested his right hand on her shoulder to grab her boobs. Viswanath could see that she started to feel aroused. Ranjit grabbed it and starting pressing it hard, while she was sitting there with wide open mouth.
She told, "Please don't do it. My blouse is torn."
After hearing this, Ranjit, the conductor opened the Blouse carefully. He found her boobs rising, and nipples hardened to his touch. She had a pair of firm and rounded breasts. He could feel her boobs, and started caressing her nipples. They were erect. He was pressing them hard, and she was silently moaning. Her eyes were closed for the entire time.
The conductor checked again to see if there were no gazes upon them from the rest of the bus, and then he reassured himself to go for the next move. He leaned in and kissed her, biting her lips like a crazy one. He inserted his tongue inside the mouth of Nayanthara, and sucked her tongue. The conductor started sucking the tongue of Nayanthara, and there was an exchange of saliva. She also responded by sucking his tongue. She felt the bizarre taste of Ranjit's saliva in her mouth, and gulped all the saliva. As his lips were glued to the lips of Nayanthara, his lips parted and a heavy quantity of saliva dripped inside the mouth of Nayanthara.
He was staring at her erect nipples. He leaned further in until his lips touched her nipples. Then Ranjit lowered his mouth, and started to nibble her tweaked nipples. The hot tongue of Ranjit on her nipples spread a sensation throughout her body. He grabbed her boobs, and started sucking on her puffy pointed nipples.
While fondling boobs, Ranjit at once started sucking on the nipples in alternative manner.
Nayanthara felt the hot tongue, and wet saliva of Ranjit on her nipples. Occasionally, he was biting the nipples, while fondling boobs.
''Ouchhhhhhhhhh' cried Nayanthara in a low voice as she felt the sweet pain of biting.
Meanwhile, he had shifted his right hand to her lap. The Bus conductor slid his hand on her thighs, and she gasped. He played around her thighs for a while before lifting her saree up above the knee. She had no panty. His fingers felt insides of her thighs. The hand kept creeping up her thighs until he could feel her pulsating wet pussy. He felt the bushy hairs around the area. He started to rub her pussy, and inserted his fingers inside the pussy. He was squeezing her boobs hard with the other hand.
Finally, she was rocked with great orgasm, and gave out few gasps. She cried, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."
Ranjit stood up, and knelt before her pussy. Then he leaned forward, and put his tongue inside her pussy, and she covered his head with her saree. He began to suck, and lick it deep. She felt the hot tongue of Ranjit inside her pussy hole. Ranjit ran her tongue over the labia area, and found the clitoris. He put the tip of his tongue inside the clitoris. Nayanthara shivered with ecstasy and pressed the head of Ranjit very tightly. Ranjit felt the velvet passage through his tongue, the inner pussy wall was wet, and Ranjit was licking the wetness, he was feeling sensation as his nose and lower face was being brushed with silky pubic hairs of Nayanthara. His cock was getting very hard.
Nayanthara could not control her, and she flooded her juices in his mouth, and he drank it fully. It was so delicious like honey.
Most of the male passengers had taken off their shirts due to hot and humidity inside the bus. The conductor, Ranjit also took out his shirt. He had now only a banyan on his body. He covered his thighs by the shirt, placing on his laps. Then his right hand went to her left hand underneath the shirt. He then unzipped his trouser, and pushed her hand inside. Nayanthara gave out a long breath, and her fingers circled around his erected hard cock.
She said softly, "It is very hard and big."
"Would you like to have it in your pussy?" asked Ranjit.
"Yes," replied Nayanthara.
Then Nayanthara started stroking his hard rock dick, and simultaneously she was caressing his balls too. Her fingers were combing the thick pubic hairs of Ranjit.
Everybody was asleep, and nobody was noticing them except Viswanath who was peeping from the gap of seats. She took the cock out, and was surprised to see the length and hardness. His cock was as hard as rock by the soft touch of her palm. It was like a hot iron rod meant to burn the palm of Nayanthara. She started fondling and massaging it which was very long and thick cock. The length must be more than 6 inches. She started his cock shaking slowly at first, but later on violently.
He started moaning, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Viswanath closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations flowing in to his groins. He touched his hard cock, and started masturbating simultaneously peeping through the gap.
Ranjit told her that his cock had been hard quite a long time before, when he saw her entering the bus itself to which she gave a naughty smile. Then Ranjit stood up before the mouth of Nayanthara, and ordered her to suck his cock. Nayanthara took hold of his throbbing cock, she inhaled the cock, a stench odor was coming out from it as the foreskin had not been washed for quite a long time, developing a starch like white substance, and her nose was pressing in to his pubic hairs from where a stale sweat smell was coming. Without caring of all these, Nayanthara put the dick in her mouth.
Suddenly, she felt a starch substances had accumulated the entire bulbous head of the dick, and the lower part of the foreskin. The unbearable stench was coming from there. Without any delay, her tongue swirled around his cock, and she started licking the head to clean those with her tongue, and gulped entire things. She had completely taken the cock in her mouth, and her teeth were sometimes scratching his bulbous knob. His cock was as hard as rock. Ranjit was gliding his cock over her lips, pressing against them, urging her lips to part so that he could slide it inside mouth. His balls were slapping against her chin.
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He was pumping his swelling cock harder and harder holding her face tightly. He was fucking her mouth in and out. After fucking for sometimes, Ranjit felt that now things are beyond his control, and he might ejaculate his semen anytime inside the mouth of Nayanthara. Then abruptly, he withdrew his cock from the mouth of Nayanthara.
He said, "No, I will ejaculate my semen only inside of your pussy when I fuck you."
Then, there was a speed bump, and some passengers woke up due to jerk. Both of them startled. The conductor got back to his place, and both of them adjusted their dress. The conductor stood up, and moved towards driver. He was whispering something in the ear of the driver, who was maneuvering the bus carefully, and looking towards front road through the wind screen with alert attention. It appeared, the driver was listening to everything what conductor was saying to him.
Nayanthara glanced towards the gap of seats, and found that Viswanath was peeping. She turned her face backside, and hissed, "My dear Husband, I am going to be fucked by this young conductor. I want to taste his young cock. Don't worry! I am in the safe period for 15 days. Wish me all the best."
Just after 5 minutes, the bus stopped in a regular stoppage, a road side Dhaba . The conductor announced for the dinner to be taken at Dhaba. The lights inside the bus were switched on. The passengers started getting up from their seats. Viswanath also got up along with other passengers. Nayanthara was only sitting in her seat alone, and the conductor was waiting for her. Viswanath's eyes met with the eyes of Nayanthara. Her eyes advised him to go ahead without waiting for her.
The Dhaba was a thatched house with mud structure. It contained numerous big cooking utensils inside, where the food was being prepared. In front of the Dhaba, there was a big open space, where a lot of cots to sit upon, and long wooden benches were lying meant for taking foods there by the passengers. The time was 11.00 AM night. Two big lamps were burning, one inside the Dhaba, and another in the open space where passengers would take dinner. The entire area was slightly illuminated. The back side of Dhaba was completely dark with bush and shrubs. A special cabin was made for Bus staff in the backside of Dhaba for taking their foods.
All the passengers settled down in cots/wooden benches for dinner in the open space. Then Viswanath noticed Nayanthara, accompanied by Driver, conductor, and cleaner of the bus, moved towards the backside of Dhaba.
After sometimes, without anybody's notice, Viswanath slid away from the open space, and moved towards the backside of the Dhaba. The backside of the Dhaba was completely dark, and a flickering of light was coming from the window of the special cabin behind the Dhaba. He slowly walked towards that direction, and peeped through the window.
Vikram singh, the old driver, Ranjit, the conductor, and Haria, the cleaner were sitting across a dining table. Nayanthara was sitting in the corner of the table, two feet away from them. Foods like Roti, Tadka, and chicken Tandoori were placed on the Table. Nayanthara was acting like an illiterate and hesitant woman, and taking her dinner in a shy manner. Almost everybody had finished their dinner.
Then all of a sudden, Ranjit, the conductor stood up, and declared," You see...Friends, I have an unfinished job to do. It will take 15 minutes. You people have to wait." Then he indicated them his bulging cock visible in his trouser. All of them laughed.
"Come...Nayanthara...quick...the passengers must be waiting for us." He said.
With dropping eyes, she followed him. She could notice the hungry eyes of old driver, Vikram singh and the cleaner, Haria whose eyes were following and probing deeply on her boobs and buttocks. Ranjit led her to the dark area behind the Dhaba where a cot was lying. Mattress was laid out on the cot. Viswasnath followed them very closely in darkness. They were completely unaware of his presence.
Ranjit pulled up Nayanthara's torn blouse carefully, and undid it. He grabbed her boobs, and started sucking on her nipples, and surprisingly Nayanthara spontaneously grabbed his hardness through his trouser.
She knelt down, unzipped the fly, quickly pulled his trouser down to his knees. Then he removed her saree, and he was also stark naked. Now Nayanthara became complete naked like Eve. Nayanthara caught hold of the cock of Ranjit, ohh...Goddddddd; she was surprised that it was bigger and thicker than what she felt in the Bus. She fondled the cock, and gripped in her palm.
''Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh" cried Ranjit in excitement.
Ranjit instructed her to lie down flat on her back on the cot.
Her naked white thighs were flashing in the darkness due to flickering of light coming through the window of cabin. Her two rounded boobs were protruding and swaying up and down. Ranjit then knelt down before her pussy area, and bent her two legs from knee, and placed those on his shoulder with a proper balance. He explored the cunt hole, and put his dick inside. He was gliding his cock over her pussy lips, pressing against them, forcing her cunt lips to part so that he could slide it more inside her pussy hole. His balls were slapping against her ass hole. He was pumping his swelling cock harder, and harder holding her face tightly. She almost cried out of pleasure.
She kept saying, ''Faster...faster...I want your sperm, pump it out."
She was in ecstasy, because of invading of big cock of Ranjit, which was probing deep inside her pussy hole in and out.
With every stroke, Ranjit's cock went deeper and deeper down inside her pussy. He was moaning, and cried out, ''Ohhhhhhh...I am coming now... Nayantharaaaaaaaaa...I am going to feed you my sweet juice...fuckkkkkkkk...fuckkk.'' He pushed his cock down as far as it could go.
His cock was bathed with pussy juices of Nayanthara, and juices were dripping out from the inside of pussy. Due to friction of dick inside the wet pussy wall, which was full of pussy juices, a sound was coming,
"Faccccchhhh...facchhhhhhhhh." This could be heard to the distance.
Viswanath could hear the sound, and was touching his cock which was very hard by seeing his wife being fucked by the bus conductor.
Ranjit pulled her hair, He cried with ecstasy ''AAaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" and reached the height.
His cock spurted stream of sperms, spraying, and hitting her womb area. Such a huge amount of sperm was oozing out that part of it escaped from the pussy, and falling in her naked ass hole. Her pussy sucked his juice even harder by squeezing his dick in the inner wall of pussy tightly. His sperm flowed more rapidly in to her pussy. Ranjit pressed the boobs of Nayanthara forcefully for some moment till the last drop of his semen came out. She closed her eyes and let it just trickle slowly down her pussy.
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Now the lava inside Nayanthara was melted, and she reached her orgasm, she squirted over the dick of Ranjit, which was inside her pussy. The pussy juices gushed out from inside, and splashed on the dick, and some of it came outside by flowing towards the ass hole.
The feeling was most heavenly to Nayanthara. Ranjit was fully satisfied, and withdrew his cock from Nayanthara's pussy. The Driver, Vikram sing was blowing horn to signal them to come quickly. Viswanath slipped away from there, and virtually ran away to bus before seen by them. Hurriedly, they also put on their dress, and proceeded towards bus.
No passengers paid any attention to them as they were trying to sleep after a heavy dinner. Both the Driver and cleaner winked at Ranjit. Nayanthara quietly sat in her seat. She noticed that Viswanath was sleeping with his close eyes.
The bus started moving in a slow motion. Gradually, Vikram singh accelerated the speed, and the bus was moving with a speed. Ranjit was sitting beside Nayanthara, he was so content with the fucking pleasure that he was in deep slumber. The body and mind of Nayanthara got much relaxed, overcoming the traumatic experience of evening at village, and her eyes were closed spontaneously in to a deep sleep.
Viswanath was in an uneasy sleep when a sudden jolt threw him to the floor. Nayanthara was also thrown on the lap of Ranjit, and embraced him unconsciously. Picking himself up, Viswanath realized that the bus had stopped, and tilting dangerously. A glance at his watch told him it was 1.00 AM. Nayanthara rubbed her eyes sleepily, and asked Ranjit anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Viswanath peered out the window in his right side. By the rising moon, he could see that the bus tire got punctured. He could see the flat tire in the right rear side. Some passengers woke up. Both Vikram sing and Haria got down inspecting the punctured tire.
Ranjit, the conductor announced to passengers, "The tire of the bus has got punctured. It will take maximum 1 hour to replace with a spare tire. If anyone wants to clear the bladder (peeing) then they can do so." But, further he warned them, "Don't go far away. Do it near the bus as it is dark outside."
Some passengers alighted from the bus, and stood at the edge of the road to empty their bowels. Ranjit and Nayanthara got down from the bus. Viswanath followed them.
Vikram Singh, the driver was giving instruction to the cleaner boy, "Haria, the spare tire is on the roof of the bus. You start to change the wheel immediately." Then he glanced towards Nayanthara. He had an urge to fuck Nayanthara. The old man got a hard one immediately.
Most of the passengers had gone back to their seats, and started sleeping. Although it was dark, but due to full moon lit everything was visible. The bus was parked in a high level area. The plain grass area surrounded by bush and shrubs was situated around 20 feet below.
From a safe distance, Viswanath could see that the old Driver, Vikram singh whispered something in the ear of Ranjit. Then Ranjit called Nayanthara, and told her something. In response, Nayanthara nodded her head, and went near to Vikram singh. Haria had started to work on jack to lift the wheel. The old driver put a long towel over his shoulder. Then Vikram singh caught hold the hand of Nayanthara, and both of them walked down a slight steep slope, which was covered with grasses and shrubs below the road. They found a pathway, which led them down to the ending point at the bottom end. Viswanath was following them carefully.
They stepped in to the dense undergrowth. After reaching the plain area, Viswanath found that the old driver and Nayanthara vanished behind the bush. He hurriedly moved in to that direction.
He heard a rustle, and immediately crawled in to that side. Then he found them. They were very close to him, approximately 20 feet away from him where he was crawling. Everything was clearly visible due to bright moon lit.
The old driver spread the towel in the grass field, and both of them sat over on it. The night was calm and quite except the rattling sound of jack turning on the bolt of wheel of punctured tire.
Vikram singh removed all of his dress. He was now completely naked, and he sat beside Nayanthara. He embraced Nayanthara, and kissed her on cheeks and lips. He started removing all clothes from Nayanthara's body. After a few moments, they both became like Adam and Eve. The driver's sweated body was emitting a very hard smell. She felt the very rough palms of Vikram singh on her entire naked body.
His long thick fingers touched her pussy, and he felt the bushy hairs around it. The old man was very thrilled to touch there. Then he inserted his middle finger inside the pussy hole.
Nayanthara moaned, "AAaaaahhhhhhh".
Vikram singh in his other hand was cupping the boobs of Nayanthara, and started squeezing. After doing this for some moments, the old man bent down, and started kissing Nayanthara in her cheeks and in her lips. Nayanthara could feel his moustache and beards over her face.
All of a sudden, the old man inserted his big fleshy tongue inside the mouth of Nayanthara, and started sucking the tongue of Nayanthara. He tasted the saliva of Nayanthara, and spitted a lot of saliva inside the mouth of Nayanthara, and instructed her to gulp it down. While they were exchanging their saliva, the old man caught hold of two big rounded breasts of Nayanthara. He started squeezing vigorously both boobs by his rough hands.
Then Nayanthara felt the hot tongue of him on her nipples. Her nipples became very hard and swollen. He was sucking the nipple of one breast, and alternatively squeezing the other breast.
Then Nayanthara noticed the big dangling cock of the old man, which appeared to be like a horse's cock. Out of impulse, Nayanthara caught hold of the cock of Vikram singh. Ohh...Goddddddd, she was surprised, it was bigger and thicker than Ranjit. She fondled the cock and gripped in her palm.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh," cried the old man in excitement.
Nayanthara had not seen such a cock. It must be around 9 inches long. She touched that huge cock. She stretched the foreskin of his dick downwards, and felt the velvet head of the cock. A very strong pungent odor spread the atmosphere. Although in the moonlit, the dick of old man was not clearly visible, but Nayanthara visualized the shape and observed that it was bigger than Ranjit.
Now, Vikram singh bent down, and shoved his big cock inside the mouth of Nayanthara, who started sucking the cock of old man. The more Nayanthara was sucking the cock, the more dick was growing, and getting hard. After sucking for few minutes, Vikram singh ordered Nayanthara to kneel down like a doggy. She followed the order of him. He parted the ass cheeks of Nayanthara and found the pussy hole.
He spat a heavy quantity of spit, and spread it in and around area of Nayanthara's pussy. His cock was already bathed with Nayanthara's saliva, and it was slippery. Before Nayanthara could understand anything, Nayanthara felt the bulbous big round head of old man's cock touched her pussy hole. Then He knelt behind her, and inserted his cock very carefully in a slow manner. He pressed his prick slowly, which slid loosely up against the crack of her pussy. He was pumping now slowly, and after some times, Nayanthara felt that he was forcefully pushing the cock inside.
''Puccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhh'' a slippery sound was heard, and it tore the opening of pussy hole, and entered deeply inside, touching the urinal hole. Nayanthara felt a sudden entry of enormous cock in her small pussy hole, and felt it deep inside her.
She raised her ass in the air, he moved behind her, and kissed her back and ass cheeks. It was smooth and clean. He moved towards her ass hole. He touched her each cheek, spread her ass, and started licking her ass hole. As he reached around to finger her, she pressed her ass hard back against the finger and moaned. She stretched out her ass up in the air, inviting him, and spread her ass cheeks wide.
He chewed across her ample butt, admiring the almost heart shaped outline of her big ass. She was moaning, and pressing her butt back against his lips as the old man kissed her there. He cupped her nice rounded protruded buttock cheeks, and thrust his dick forcefully inside her pussy.
She grasped, and immediately pressed her pussy against the old man, trapping his cock between them.
"Ohhh...God,'' she groaned.
She twisted her head sideways so that he could kiss the side of her cheek as he held behind her firm behind. She was writhing and pressing her bums against him. He was pumping continuously in a violent manner.
It was such an erotic pleasure that Nayanthara uttered a cry, "Ohhhhh...don't be slow...fuck...me harder...harder".
She groaned. He started pumping in a violent manner, and at the same time, he was squeezing the boobs of Nayanthara under her arm pits, and kissing her cheeks from side.
He pulled her buttock cheeks wide apart exposing the pink little orifice of her inner pussy nestled there in the crack of her labia. He slid his dick head until it rested quietly against the tight inner wall of her pussy. He pushed firmly, but slowly, trying to poke his cock deeply near her womb. The soft, spongy elastic wall of her pussy wall opened, and widened a little and accepted the knob of his cock head.
But, he was not satisfied with the entry of his cock; his cock had not gone fully inside her pussy as it was a big cock, and could not be fitted fully in her pussy unless it was lubricated more. He put the saliva in more quantity to bath his cock. Then he pushed, and it slid in a smooth way deeper in to the orifice. Nayanthara moaned wantonly, and squeezed his cock hard with her inner pussy muscles.
He stabbed his cock deep in to Nayanthara's pussy and held it there as her pussy hole walls rippled, and clenched against the length of his dick.
Nayanthara gasped, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh''.
Nayanthara cried out. His cock was full in her pussy. She writhed and swayed her lower belly, arched her back, and twisted her head back to one side again so that both could suck each other's tongue, while he slid his cock inside her pussy. Due to big cock inside her pussy hole, Nayanthara felt the sensation throughout her body.
She started moaning and sighs, "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...harder...fuckkkkk...me... fuckkkkkkkkk...moreeee...Aaaaahhhhhhh." Nayanthara groaned.
Slowly her pussy hole stretched and accommodated the invading cock as it slid slowly in to the hot interior of her pussy wall. He could feel the tight of her rubber like gripping hole slap over his glans, and then his saliva coated cock sank deeply in to Nayanthara's interior pussy.
He reached down, caressing, and rubbing his hands over Nayanthara's broad ass before gripping her hips ,and holding her steady as he shoved his throbbing cock deep in to her pussy from behind.
Viswanath's cock had grown very hard, and he started masturbating with the rhythm of their fucking.
He was now pumping in a hard & violent manner.
She felt her pussy juice was gushing out, she cried in ecstasy, "ohhhhhhhhhh...fuckkkkkkk me ...fuckkkkkkkkkk...aaaaahhhhhhhhh."
Nayanthara moaned wantonly and squeezed his cock hard with her internal pussy muscles. She reached her orgasms, and the dam inside her pussy busted, and the pussy juices continued to flow, bathed the dick completely which was in her pussy hole.
It was almost like she was trying to squeeze the cum out of his prick. Due to continuous orgasm of Nayanthara, his cock felt the velvet wall of pussy more slippery, and his dick slipped away to deeper, near the entry of her womb, His cock could not hold back any longer as now he reached the height of his pleasure.
Vikram singh, the old driver could not control himself, and cried, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and ejaculated heavy quantity of hot liquid deep inside the hole, and clung on the naked back.
By watching all this, Viswanath got so excited that the semen of viswanath's cock spurted continuously, and fell on the grass ground.
Nayanthara and the old driver clung together, and remained motionless for two minutes. Then they put on their dress, and proceeded towards the Bus. Before their reaching, Viswanath was already settled in his seat.
The punctured tire was replaced with a spare tire by Haria. Both Ranjit and Haria were waiting for them.
Both of them smiled meaningful to them, when they approached.
Ranjit asked Vikram singh, "Chacha, (Uncle) how was it?"
The old driver replied, "Beta, (son) at this old age, I was in heaven. I must thank you."
"Don't worry! Chacha, from tomorrow, she is going to stay with us. You can fuck her at any time. She is yours."
Nayanthara was standing there with shy manner and dropping eyes. Then Vikram singh started the bus with a new vigorous effort, and the bus was again set in motions.
To be continued...
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Superb update brother ???... Waiting for next one ???He reached down, caressing, and rubbing his hands over Nayanthara's broad ass before gripping her hips ,and holding her steady as he shoved his throbbing cock deep in to her pussy from behind.
Viswanath's cock had grown very hard, and he started masturbating with the rhythm of their fucking.
He was now pumping in a hard & violent manner.
She felt her pussy juice was gushing out, she cried in ecstasy, "ohhhhhhhhhh...fuckkkkkkk me ...fuckkkkkkkkkk...aaaaahhhhhhhhh."
Nayanthara moaned wantonly and squeezed his cock hard with her internal pussy muscles. She reached her orgasms, and the dam inside her pussy busted, and the pussy juices continued to flow, bathed the dick completely which was in her pussy hole.
It was almost like she was trying to squeeze the cum out of his prick. Due to continuous orgasm of Nayanthara, his cock felt the velvet wall of pussy more slippery, and his dick slipped away to deeper, near the entry of her womb, His cock could not hold back any longer as now he reached the height of his pleasure.
Vikram singh, the old driver could not control himself, and cried, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and ejaculated heavy quantity of hot liquid deep inside the hole, and clung on the naked back.
By watching all this, Viswanath got so excited that the semen of viswanath's cock spurted continuously, and fell on the grass ground.
Nayanthara and the old driver clung together, and remained motionless for two minutes. Then they put on their dress, and proceeded towards the Bus. Before their reaching, Viswanath was already settled in his seat.
The punctured tire was replaced with a spare tire by Haria. Both Ranjit and Haria were waiting for them.
Both of them smiled meaningful to them, when they approached.
Ranjit asked Vikram singh, "Chacha, (Uncle) how was it?"
The old driver replied, "Beta, (son) at this old age, I was in heaven. I must thank you."
"Don't worry! Chacha, from tomorrow, she is going to stay with us. You can fuck her at any time. She is yours."
Nayanthara was standing there with shy manner and dropping eyes. Then Vikram singh started the bus with a new vigorous effort, and the bus was again set in motions.
To be continued...
what a story bro!!!Yes, Kiara thought, she and her Brothers everything was working out perfectly. They'd not only escaped punishment, they'd recruited their parents into their incestuous sex games. In fact, they'd changed their mother and father's whole outlook on sex. It wasn't something dirty and wicked any more. It was a way for the whole family to have fun together.
She put aside these thoughts as her father's lust spun out of control. Prakash was groaning hoarsely as she suctioned the tasty pre-cum from his Cock and swallowed it. Now he began to fuck her mouth, unable to control the horny jabbing of his rock-hard Cock between her tightly-stretched young lips. Kiara had to move her head up a little, or her father would have rammed his huge Cock right into her throat. Kiara grabbed his asscheeks in both hands and tried to take as much of her daddy's Cock into her small mouth as she could. This simple act, sent Prakash over the edge.
He knew that his didn't mind if he came in her mouth. She wanted a whole boiling mouthful of his jizz, that was for sure... and she was going to get it! Prakash let himself go and fucked his Cock rapidly over her slippery little tongue. He felt the jizz bursting from his balls and burning its way out of his Cock. Kiara groaned hungrily when the first sting of come hit the back of her throat. Then he was flooding her mouth with the stuff, and she was gulping it as fast as she could get it, her throat muscles working to the hungry rhythm of his pistoning Cock.
"Ohhhhh, sweet God!" he roared. "I'm cumming, beti! Daddy's cumming in your hot, little mouth! Swallow it, beti! Swallow Daddy's doodh! Unnnnnnhhhhhgggghhhhhhh!"
"Unnnhhh, uummmmmmppppffff!" Kiara moaned.
They were so noisy, Madhuri and the boys stopped their own fun for a few seconds just to watch the amazing sight of Prakash's huge twitching Cock squirting Kiara's hungry little mouth with jet after jet of hot, creamy sperm.
Sameer and Raja couldn't believe it. Here was their strict, moralistic father, the most puritanical man they'd ever known, screaming out in ecstasy as he rammed his squirting Cock into his own beti's mouth.
Madhuri watched her husband in awe, she had never seen him come so hard before, and she made a mental note to try sucking him off more often. She watched her beti's tiny fists flashing up and down the length of her husband's Cock-shaft, jerking his Cock into her wildly sucking mouth. Kiara was gulping her daddy's sperm down greedily, squeezing out every last drop from his spurting Cock.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm, God, that was fantastic!" Prakash gasped, flopping back with a satisfied moan. Kiara sat up and licked her lips. A big grin on her sexy young face.
"Wow! That was fun, Daddy," she chirped.
"Again?" he cried.
"Honey, I don't think I've got the energy to go again."
"You'd be surprised, Prakash," Madhuri leered."Why don't you let her try?"
"Okay, " he shrugged, "but it's not gonna do any good. My poor old Cock has it for a while."
"We'll just see about that, Daddy," Kiara said with a wicked grin.
She dipped her head down once more and raked her hot little tongue over her father's limp Cock. Prakash snorted with excitement as he felt his Cock give an involuntary twitch. Right away he felt his lust returning, which was something that had never happened to him before. Usually, after fucking Madhuri, he was finished for the rest of the day... but not any more. His beti's skillfully lashing tongue was already stimulating his Cock back to erection.
Madhuri starred in pleasant surprise. This was getting better and better, she thought. Her one-shot husband just needed someone to press the right buttons and he could get it up again in a flash. He'd just come in his beti's mouth, now less than a minute later his Cock was once more hardening in her busy little mouth. Kiara must be pressing the right buttons, that was for sure! She'd have to ask her how she did it and practice on her beta's till she got it right. Then she'd show her husband what an orgasm was all about!
Madhuri gasped as Raja began to lash his tongue over her Pussy again, while Sameer went back to fondling her swollen sensitive boobs. She turned away from Prakash and lost herself in her own hot pleasure, kissing Sameer hungrily and juicing all over Raja's whipping tongue.
"Mmmmmm, yessss!" she panted, looking down at Raja's mouth plastered over her glistening slit. "Get me off now, beta , aur chooso beta jor se chooso. Meri Pussy ka ras nikalo."
Her hoarse request caught Prakash's attention, and he watched carefully to see just how their beta would bring her off. He needed to learn that, and a hundred other details of lovemaking, because from now on he and Madhuri were going to be totally liberated in bed. At least he was, and he had a hunch Madhuri would be, too. She sure didn't look inhibited or uptight right now.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, yessss," she wailed.
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Raja was sliding his stiff tongue into his maa Pussy , and her face was a grimace of ecstasy as she spread her legs wide and pressed the boy's mouth against her gaping Pussy -slit with both hands. Raja shoved his tongue into her tight little hole right to the root, causing his maa's gaand to squirm all over the bed, her boobs jiggling in Sameer's hands as she whimpered into his frantically kissing mouth. Raja's lips and chin were covered with his maa ki sugandhit Pussy ras as he tried desperately to lick out her bhari hui Pussy .
But there was too much, so he gave up and concentrated on forcing his tongue as far as he could into her hot, clinging little Pussy . His head began to bob as he started to face-fuck his sexy mother, with slow, deliberate strokes and flicks of his tongue. Madhuri pulled her mouth from Sameer's and whimpered in ecstasy.
"Unnnghhhhhhh, beta, yessssss!" she hissed, "that's it! Give it to me! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! "
Madhuri arched her body, squealing and whimpering as she spun towards an incredibly powerful climax. Her hips bucked up off the bed in a desperate attempt to get her beta's tongue as deeply into her wet Pussy as possible. Soon, she was undulating her gaand up at him like crazy, fucking the boy's juice-slick face with the same hungry rhythm he was using to piston his stiff tongue into her clinging Pussy . She screwed her eyes shut and forgot everything else, even her husband, as she hurtled toward orgasm. Raja's jabbing tongue made an obscene sucking noise that seemed to echo through the room, punctuated by Madhuri's shrill cries.
Prakash didn't think he'd ever seen anything sexier in his life. His wife was going out of her mind with excitement as she squirmed her Pussy shamelessly up at her beta's stabbing, wriggling tongue. Her Pussy was creaming like crazy, the juice running out around the boy's lips and smearing all over his face. Madhuri squealed and clawed at the bed, clenching fistfuls of bedspread.
Watching his normally prim and proper wife get her Pussy sucked and licked to the very brink of orgasm by their youngest beta was incredibly exciting for Prakash. He felt his Cock rising rigidly under Kiara's lashing tongue and shuddered lustily as Madhuri began to come.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck yes, beta , I'm coming!" she shrieked. "Ohhhhhh, God! Uuunnnnnggghhh, Fuuuuuuucckkkkkk!"
She writhed and bucked so hard that Raja couldn't keep his tongue in her Pussy . She jerked right off the slick impalement and rolled around on the bed, moaning and convulsing.
Prakash watched her with lust-glazed eyes, vowing that the next time they made love, he'd get her that excited. He'd make her come just as hard as Raja had, now that he'd lost his hangups about sex.
"Ohhhhh, shit! That was wonderful, beta! Bahut maja aaya " sobbed Madhuri, looking down at her beta with dreamy satisfaction. "You made me come so good!"
"My pleasure, maa!", grinned Raja giving his maa's phudakti Pussy a tender kiss.
Madhuri lay back in total bliss. It was the most powerful climax she'd ever had in her life, and she wondered if that was because she was having sex with her betas, or the fact that her husband was watching ... or both? She didn't know, but one thing was certain that it wouldn't be the last time! She had to admit that the delicious depravity of fucking her own kids added greatly to her arousal.
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For her at least, forbidden fruit DID taste the best... and so did forbidden Cocks, she thought, smiling to herself. And judging by the way her husband had fucked their beti's pretty little face before and come in her mouth, Prakash was learning to appreciate the pleasures of taboo sex himself. As her Pussy -spasms subsided, Madhuri opened her eyes and looked over at her husband.
Their eyes locked, and they smiled at each other. She'd never seen him look more handsome... more desirable... more totally aroused. He snorted lustily as Kiara's lashing tongue worked his lengthening Cock to full stiffness. As he gazed into Madhuri's eyes, his message was clear. The moment he got his hands on her, he was going to prove that he was a changed man. Madhuri almost whimpered with lust at the prospect. She could hardly wait to make love to the new Prakash. In fact she had a sudden urge to crawl right over there and beg him to fuck her right there in front of the kids, but Kiara chose that moment to pull her mouth off her father's Cock and ask him exactly the same question.
"Uhhhhh, Daddy, it's even bigger than before!" she cooed, "Please , Ohhhhh, pleeeeeeease, I want it so bad!"
Prakash looked dazedly down at his rigid, saliva-slick Cock and realized that his beti had carried out her promise to make him hard again. It hadn't been any problem at all. The only trouble was that now she'd given him another throbbing erection, she wanted that engorged pole of meat in her garam Pussy . Was he really prepared to fuck his own beti, his own little girl?
"Ahhh, I don't know about that, beti," he said. "I'm still not sure it would be right."
"Aw, come on, Daddy," she pouted, "Raja and Sameer fucked Mom, so why won't you fuck me?"
"That's right, Prakash," Madhuri grinned. "You don't have any excuse. Why don't you give the poor girl what she wants? I'm certainly not going to let these two kadak jawan Cocks go to waste, right beta?"
"You bet, Maa!" chorused Sameer and Raja, eagerly fisting their stiff jawan Cocks.
Both boys were extremely aroused and couldn't wait to shove their Cocks into their mother's tight, wet Pussy again.
"Come on then, Raja beta," smiled Madhuri, "I think it's your turn, next."
"Awww, Maa!" whined Sameer
"I've got more than one place to put a Cock, beta!", grinned Madhuri wantonly
Prakash had never heard his wife suggest such a thing in his life. They'd never even considered anal or oral sex before, and now, here she was offering her mouth, Pussy and gaand to her two betas, like some common rundi. It was sick and depraved.... The more Prakash thought about it, the more he LIKED it!
Madhuri gave her husband a lewd grin and a wink, and rolled into the doggy position, knowing that Raja's rock-hard teenage Cock would be waiting for her. Both boys had hard-ons that wouldn't quit, and Madhuri was so wet, she couldn't wait to feel them both slamming deep into her body. Sure enough, she'd hardly gotten into position before she felt Raja's hot young hands grasping her hips, then his swollen garam Cock against her gaand as it spread her Pussy opening wide. She gasped with delight as her beta pulled her ass back and slammed his bada, mota Cock clear to her womb in one greedy thrust.
"Uuuuhhhhmmmmm, yes beta, that feels fantastic! Tumahra Cock tumahre daddy jaisa bada aur mota hai!" she moaned, "chodo mujhe ,beta! Maa ki chudakad Pussy ko jorse chodo!"
Prakash had been watching the whole thing, and now his lust boiled over. He saw his gorgeous, sexy wife taking their youngest beta's Cock deep into her Pussy , and loving every solid inch of it. So, why shouldn't he take Kiara up on her offer and have some fun with his equally wet ? Throwing caution to the wind, Prakash rolled onto his back and effortlessly lifted Kiara's tiny body up to straddle him, his rigid Cock sticking straight up between the girl's thighs.
"Okay, beti ," he leered, "If you want it so bad, then sit on Cock!"
"Oooooooooh, Daddy," squealed Kiara happily.
With a look of total delight on her pretty young face, she reached down and grasped her father's turgid Cock with both hands, positioning the fat knob between her juicy little Pussy lips. Although her daddy's Cock about the same length as her Brothers', it was a fair bit wider across... thicker even than her boyfriend's.
Kiara shuddered with anticipation at the thought of such a huge Cock penetrating her tight little Pussy . She knew it would be the fuck of her life, and she couldn't wait any longer! With a little cry of joy, Kiara shoved her juicy little Pussy mouth down over the flared knob of her daddy's fat Cock-head, then sat down on it.
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Her eyes got huge. It felt like she was taking a baseball bat into her Pussy . But she wasn't going to chicken out in front of the whole family. She'd begged her father to fuck her... and fuck her he would! Kiara gritted her teeth and kept sliding down the big, thick shaft, looking down as her daddy's immense Cock slowly disappeared into her wide-stretched little Pussy . Her Pussy lips bulged around the massive shaft and she felt crammed so full of hard, throbbing meat that she thought she'd split in half.
"Ooooooh, Daddy!" she cried.
"Ohhhh, my God! "Uuuunnngggghh, tumahri Pussy bahut tight hai, beti" Prakash moaned. "God, what a tight garam Pussy !"
Kiara would never know how she did it, but at last she was fully impaled on her father's huge erection, and she was still in one piece. Actually, now that it was all the way inside her, and her Pussy had stretched to accommodate the incredible thickness, it felt fantastic. She could feel it throbbing and twitching deep up inside her, like a living thing with a mind of it's own.
Soon, Kiara began to move her hips, content to slowly grinding his Cock into her Pussy for the moment. But her father had other ideas. With a cry of unbridled lust, Prakash grasped her by the waist and began fucking her in deep lusty strokes. Kiara screamed, more in surprise than in pain and felt her insides being suctioned by the deep, pistoning movements. The slight pain soon dissolved into intense pleasure as her distended clit rasped up and down the length of her father's Cock and mashed into his pubic bone on every down-stroke. Her Pussy was creaming like crazy, lubricating the great shaft with her Pussy tel as Kiara began to bounce up and down on her daddy's huge Cock, squealing and squirming in hot, adolescent excitement.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh, shit, yeah! Fuck it to me!" she howled, "Mujhe apne bade Cock se chodo, Daddy!"
Madhuri's Pussy also creamed heavily around Raja's pistoning Cock as she watched her beti fuck herself on Prakash's rigid Cock. She'd been aching to fuck Prakash herself, but Kiara's need had been even greater, so Madhuri had decided to wait. The waiting wasn't so terrible, really, because she had her chudakad jawan beta to fuck her. And to add to her excitement, Sameer was kneeling in front of her and trailing his drooling Cock over her lips.
"Chooso, maa" he pleaded softly. "I can't wait any longer!"
"Mmmmmmm, unnnhhhh," she moaned.
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Prakash snorted with insane lust as he watched Sameer slid his Cock into his maa's open mouth. He loved fucking their beti's incredibly tight and steaming Pussy -hole, but even more arousing was watching his previously inhibited wife taking two Cocks at once and loving it. He knew for sure now that their love-making would never be the same. It was going to be better.. better beyond his wildest dreams. His pleasurable thoughts were interrupted by Kiara's shrill squeals.
"Ooooooooh, Daddy, I'm coming!" she howled.
"Yeah! Cum, beti!" he grunted, slamming his mota Cock up her tight jawan Pussy as hard as he could.
The contractions of his beti's sudden orgasm, sent him over the edge in no time at all.
"Ohhhhhh, God! Fuck! I'm cumming too, beti! Uuuuuhhh, Daddy's cumming tooooooo!"
"Ohhh, yesssss! Do it!", hissed Kiara, clenching her spasming Pussy around her father's deeply pumping Cock.
"Cum with me! Cum with me Daddy! UUHHHHHHHHHHH! UUUUUUUHHHHH, GODDDDDD! DADDDDDYYYYYYY!"
Prakash's Cock exploded inside his beti's belly, filling her tiny, quivering Pussy with the biggest, thickest load of sperm, Kiara had ever received. She bounced and bobbed on top of him like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco, except this horny little cowgirl was riding her daddy's cum-spurting Cock! Just as Kiara's orgasm peaked with his own, Prakash dimly heard his betas' lusty yelps and Madhuri's muffled moans of ecstasy as they all got off together.
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Dizzily he watched his wife's cheeks swell with Sameer's spurting load, while Raja's bubbling jism overflowed her Cock-filled Pussy and ran down her thighs. The whole family was coming at the same time, making the king-size bed rock and groan. They all fell into a tangle of arms and legs, Cocks and Pussy s, gasping like long distance runners. Kiara was the first to catch her breath again.
"Oooooh, God, that was fantastic?" she cried. "But I still feel wet. Let's do it again."
"Not now, young lady," Madhuri laughed. "It's dinnertime, and we're going to need a rest and some food. I have a hunch it's going to be a very busy evening."
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#Time pass story -- 1 @ Hebah Patel
I got married to Hebah Patel and before my marriage I used to fuck all types of prostitutes in all shapes and sizes.Some were very high class prostitutes and sometimes I used to pick up from roads. I had a very erotic sexual life
After my marriage I stopped fucking prostitutes and all my concentration was on fucking Hebah.I used to fuck her like a whore and make her do all wild things as a first class whore. I even used to dress up as a high class prostitute sometime in tight leather and sometimes only in bra and panty and her tight ass and huge boobs were real treat to watch.
Hebah did not knew about my past and she used to think that she was the only girl I had fucked her in my life.My sexual content with Hebah was for 2 years and meanwhile one day all the things changed and it so happened that I told Hebah that we would go for for a drive and drink session and she should wear some sexy clothes.Hebah then wore tight jeans with high heels and a see through top fully exposing her red bra inside.As I drove through defense colony I got reminded of my past where I used to pick up many whores from this roadside market..
As I kept on driving around the circle Hebah kept on making red label scotch for me.I also insisted Hebah to make herself a few drinks.After taking few drinks together I stopped at the paan shop for a cigarettes and as I was buying some cigarettes a girl in sexy shorts came near me with cigarettes in her hand I knew she was a prostitute ready to be picked up……
She was looking at me and then with smile I asked how much.She said 3000 for one hr and 7000 for full night.I then said sorry and looking at my car she realized that I am with some other girl.She then gave a dirty look at my wife Hebah and then by by my wife looks she said she is worth 20000 for a night.
I smiled and feeling proud of myself that I have a 20000 rs girls with me I drove away my car and then started smoking cigarette .I then taking a sharp turn I handed over the cigarette to Hebah and with cigarette in her one hand and other hand with scotch Hebah easily looking like a full drunkard prostitute.
I then asked myself that ii have fucked so many prostitutes why not lets try with Hebah and make her my prostitute tonight.I would rather think that I am fucking a whore tonight rather than my wife.I then asked Hebah to to get out. the car and wait for me on the pavement with a cigarette in her hand.Hebah got off the car and I explained her that I would come toward her on my car and I would ask her the rates and then she would step in my car.
Hebah did as I told her and she started smoking on the road and with tight jeans and a see through top she was looking a real hot bitch and after 5 mins as I came towards her and my what I saw there was already 7 cars standing near Hebah and the guys in car were thinking that she was a real new whore in that area.Hebah became quite nervous and in fact one of the guys from a Mercedes car came straight away and asked her how much for the night.Hebah was little drunk and she did not realise that guys were thinking that she indeed is a prostitute.
I came quickly to Hebah and asked her how much.She caught my hand and said lets go and as she was about to be seated in my car that guy came and and over 50000 rs to Hebah.I could not believe this that this was happening to my wife.I then told him she is not a prostitute and she is rather my wife.
I got married to Hebah Patel and before my marriage I used to fuck all types of prostitutes in all shapes and sizes.Some were very high class prostitutes and sometimes I used to pick up from roads. I had a very erotic sexual life
After my marriage I stopped fucking prostitutes and all my concentration was on fucking Hebah.I used to fuck her like a whore and make her do all wild things as a first class whore. I even used to dress up as a high class prostitute sometime in tight leather and sometimes only in bra and panty and her tight ass and huge boobs were real treat to watch.
Hebah did not knew about my past and she used to think that she was the only girl I had fucked her in my life.My sexual content with Hebah was for 2 years and meanwhile one day all the things changed and it so happened that I told Hebah that we would go for for a drive and drink session and she should wear some sexy clothes.Hebah then wore tight jeans with high heels and a see through top fully exposing her red bra inside.As I drove through defense colony I got reminded of my past where I used to pick up many whores from this roadside market..
As I kept on driving around the circle Hebah kept on making red label scotch for me.I also insisted Hebah to make herself a few drinks.After taking few drinks together I stopped at the paan shop for a cigarettes and as I was buying some cigarettes a girl in sexy shorts came near me with cigarettes in her hand I knew she was a prostitute ready to be picked up……
She was looking at me and then with smile I asked how much.She said 3000 for one hr and 7000 for full night.I then said sorry and looking at my car she realized that I am with some other girl.She then gave a dirty look at my wife Hebah and then by by my wife looks she said she is worth 20000 for a night.
I smiled and feeling proud of myself that I have a 20000 rs girls with me I drove away my car and then started smoking cigarette .I then taking a sharp turn I handed over the cigarette to Hebah and with cigarette in her one hand and other hand with scotch Hebah easily looking like a full drunkard prostitute.
I then asked myself that ii have fucked so many prostitutes why not lets try with Hebah and make her my prostitute tonight.I would rather think that I am fucking a whore tonight rather than my wife.I then asked Hebah to to get out. the car and wait for me on the pavement with a cigarette in her hand.Hebah got off the car and I explained her that I would come toward her on my car and I would ask her the rates and then she would step in my car.
Hebah did as I told her and she started smoking on the road and with tight jeans and a see through top she was looking a real hot bitch and after 5 mins as I came towards her and my what I saw there was already 7 cars standing near Hebah and the guys in car were thinking that she was a real new whore in that area.Hebah became quite nervous and in fact one of the guys from a Mercedes car came straight away and asked her how much for the night.Hebah was little drunk and she did not realise that guys were thinking that she indeed is a prostitute.
I came quickly to Hebah and asked her how much.She caught my hand and said lets go and as she was about to be seated in my car that guy came and and over 50000 rs to Hebah.I could not believe this that this was happening to my wife.I then told him she is not a prostitute and she is rather my wife.
The guy could not believe this and then why she was standing on the roadside. I then told him about my fantasy and and then the guy told me that he can really make my wife a prostitute tonight .He introduced himself as inderjit.He told me that he and his friend is looking for a prostitute bit then I strictly said no and soon they went away.
Suddenly I saw a cop on bike stopping in front of me and Hebah and I became quite nervous and I told Hebah to sit quickly in the car.Hebah did not understand what I was saying and as soon I caught Hebah hand to shove her inside the car that cop caught hold of Hebahs hand and asked her what she is doing on the road.
I told the cop that she is my wife and we were just fulfilling our fantasy and that cop had a hearty laugh .That cop did not at all believe my story and Hebah too was drunk and looking like a prostitute and she was not saying anything .I then took out some money from my pocket and handed over to that cop and then he kept the money in his pocket and told me to go and when I told Hebah to lets go he slapped me on my face and said to leave Hebah alone.He will take care of Hebah as she is a prostitute but I kept on begging to that cop that Hebah is my wife.The cop then said he would take both of us in custody but again I begged him to let us go .
The cop now told Hebah to get on the bike and when she didn’t listen he gave one tight slap to Hebah also and now Hebah came in her senses and she told that cop that she is my wife but then cop told her she will be going to jail now then Hebah got nervous and she sat on the mobike with the cop.Meanwhile that cop took my car keys so that I could not follow him and soon he took Hebah to a guesthouse as he had never seen such a wife whore in her luscious sexy body.
He checked into a room with Hebah while Hebah did not have any idea what was going to happen to her. That cop was total a villager and was a heavy built man .Soon a waiter came with bottle of whiskey and soda and packet of cigarettes with him as he knew that cop always used to come to the guesthouse.Cop now told Hebah to make drinks for him and herself but when Hebah refuse he again gave her a tight slap and catching hold of Hebahs cheeks he told her to do as he says otherwise she will be spending a lot of time in jail.Hebah then made drinks for the cop and served him while she lit a cigarette for the cop also and soon that cop quikly gulped down half a bottle of whiskey and taking the bottle in his hands he told Hebah to open her mouth and soon he poured the neat whisky in Hebah mouth. He abused Hebah as Sali raand standing on street to get fucked
The cop now ripped off Hebahs sexy top she was wearing and even tore off her bra.Hebah was now only in jeans and her boobs was fully exposed and on seeing sexy tits of Hebahs he started licking Hebahs nipples with his tongue.Soon he squared on both the nipples turn by turn and Hebah nipples became quite hard and erect.He kept on squeezing Hebahs milky boobs and soon he started licking Hebahs shaven armpits.He then gave his tongue in Hebahs mouth and told her to lick it and soon Hebah started licking his tongue in and out in her mouth taking all his saliva in her mouth.
I believe that cop might never may have not seen such a ripe woman body in front of her and not even for a second he was leaving Hebah and soon he took off his uniform and when he bought down his shorts he had a huge monster cock.He now sat down on the chair and told Hebah to sit on his lap and as Hebah sat down he again started fondling her ripe boobs.His huge cock was now fully erect and Hebah was begging to let her go and then again he slapped and bit her nipples and soon he caught of Hebahs head and shoved his monster cock in her mouth.Hebah was now deep-throating that cop cock and was gasping for breath and soon he unzipped Hebahs zip-lock with his mouth and then tore of Hebahs jeans and Hebah was now totally nude only with high heels and that cop was looking at Hebahs shaved pussy.
Soon that cop caught Hebah in her arms and lifted her straight on his shoulder and started licking Hebahs choot.Hebah was now getting licked by that cop while he was standing nude with his huge cock erect.He kept on licking Hebah for 20 mins and soon he turned Hebah upside down in standing position and gave his huge cock in Hebahs mouth to get it licked while he was licking Hebahs chut.He also started licking ass hole while abusing her as raand
After 20 mins when Hebah told him that her mouth is paining he bought Hebah down and made her stand against the wall while he was exploring my wife curvy ass.He started stroking the cock in between the cracks ass of Hebah.He then told Hebah that he would fuck her in her chut and gaand and Hebah became quite nervous and soon he started inserting the tip of his cock in Hebahs chut but Hebah chut lips was not giving position to penetrate her and the when that cop caught Hebahs hair from behind and told Hebah to spread her legs wide and when Hebah spread her legs wide in standing position that cop inserted his huge lund in my wife’s chut The beast was now fucking my wife from behind inserting his huge cock in Hebahs chut while she was moaning in pain and soon Hebahs chut also stated stroking that cops lund as she had no alternative rather than getting fucked.Both that beast and sexy beauty were fucking each other with Hebah only in her heels was like a true prostitute getting fucked
That cop now while fucking kept on saying that he will now keep her as his mistresss and fuck her daily wile Hebah was enjoying the strokes of a huge monster dick.The cop while fucking her as also inserting his fingers in Hebahs ass hole and then taking her fingers out placed in Hebahs mouth to get it licked and again inserting in her ass.
Hebah was now in deep moaning pleasure and she even used to like the pleasure when the cop was spanking her ass.He now picked up Hebah in his arms and threw her on the bed roughly and soon he again started licking Hebahs boobs and Hebahs nipples were now becoming red and with one stroke he pulled Hebah on top of his lund and told Hebah to ride his dick.Hebah now spread her pussy lip to insert that huge dick in her vagina and soon she took the full length dick inside her till her and started giving hard strokes to that cop.
The cop now must have realised that a prostitute would never give this kind of service and Hebah was giving full pleasure to him and soon Hebah had deep orgasms while riding his cock but then cop now wanted to fuck Hebahs ass and made her in doggy position and started inserting his tip of cock in Hebahs gaand.
Hebah had never been fucked in ass and she was very nervous but then cop was in full determination to fuck Hebah ass and with one stroke he inserted his dick in her ass and soon blood started ozzing from Hebahs gaand and she started giving stroke to that cop as he wanted.That cop kept on fucking Hebahs gaand gor 30 mins and abusing her as randichod and motherchod and soon he took out his dick and again insterted dick in Hebahs chut and soon he exploded all his cum in her chut.
Both that cop and Hebah were now dead tired and after some rest Hebah again begged to that cop to leave her as she is not a prostitute and her husband might be waiting for her but then cop was still not satisfied and he wanted to have more of that ripe body.
He soon picked up Hebah and took her to the bathroom.He told Hebah to kneeled down and open her mouth and when again he slapped her tight on her face she opened her mouth wide and that cop started pissing in her mouth and on her face.Hebah was now drinking all the piss of that cop and that cop now also wanted to drink piss of Hebah and soon he took Hebah to the bed and told riitu to piss in his mouth while standing.
Hebah now spread her legs standing on cops face and soon she started pissing and her piss was coming gushing on her silky thighs and that cop started licking Hebahs thighs and soon he ordered Hebah to come on top of his cock whie pissing and as Hebah was squirting she came on top of that cops lund and started giving strokes to him.While that cop was fucking he caught hold of Hebahs boobs and started biting it giving all the red marks on her boobs.
Hebah was giving deep strokes to that beastly man and now Hebah too stared using dirty language aking that cop sale chod mughe apni raand ko and as Hebah was fucking she came twice on him and that cop also exploded in her chut and Hebah could feel every drop of his sperms in her tight vaginal chut.
That cop kept on fucking Hebah whole night in all the positions he wanted and in morning when I reached the guesthouse and knocked at the door and that cop opened the door and there I saw Hebah lying nude on the bed and her whole body was bitten with red marks.
Hebah covered herself with bed sheet and when I told her to lets go home that cop slapped me and told me to go home and he will only leave Hebah after one month and soon I left home without Hebah and that cop kept on fucking Hebah for full one month and that cop used to entertain his colleagues and waiters of that guesthouse by letting them fuck Hebah and soon I came to know that Hebah has become a famous prostitute working under that cop
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Make rashmika mandana bro
Bro continue Kajol story