It was the summer of 1993 and I was in tenth class. the vacation had already started. I was desperate to move out. We discussed many places to visit and I had options between Shimla , Chandigarh and Dehradun but I could not decide. Finally, my parents decided to send me to Faridabaad where my masar was posted as a health officer. He was actually posted some 30kms away from Faridabad but he had rented a house there. Their accommodation was large enough for all of us. My masi had two kids. Vijay, my cousin, was quite younger to me and my masi also had a daughter who was not very attractive. My masar would go to his office at 9 and came back after 5 in the evening.

My cousins went to a reputed school there. Most of the day, my masi was alone at home and she did household chores. Initially , I was hesitant to be near my masi but gradually I got talking to her. She was always laughing and chirruping and she exuded heavenly aroma around her. It was like even if she farted , her fart too would be scented. She was 38 years old and she had a nicely shaped marble body. I was bathed in complete lust for my masi and my cousin when I reached their house.

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When I rang the bell in the evening, I was welcomed by my masi , masar and my cousins. I touched my masi’s white nimble feet and she blessed me. Little did I know of the blessings which this queen mother had for me. They took my luggage to the room where my cousins slept. They slept on the double-bed and they kept my luggage on the extra divan. My masi and masar fornicated in the other room. As it was already evening, all of them had changed their clothes. As it was summers, all of them had changed into light clothes. My masar and vijay were wearing bermudas while my masi was dressed in a nightie. It was the first time that I had seen a nightie for real.

So far , I had only seen the nightie in movies. My masi was looking adorable in that if not voluptuous. I also noticed that she had done away with bra as I could feel the slight bounce of her chuchies. I was caught in this sexual introspection when my masi told me to change too and she would get the tea ready for us. I took lukewarm water in a saucer and washed my feet with it. I dressed in my night suit and moved to the drawing room , which was in fact a makeshift dining room too and there were a couple of chairs with a table right outside the bathroom.We had tea which was shortly followed with a dinner and then we took each other’s leave to our rooms. As I was tired , I fell asleep shortly.

In the morning, when I got up, the fan was whizzing in full speed and as I was adjusting the pillow behind my back, another wonderful sight greeted my eye. My cousin sister, teetu, was sleeping with her legs folded to a side. She was also wearing a nightie but her small nightie had been flown away by the fan and she lay in such a posture that her panty could be seen while her nightie flew with the air from the fan making a kind of tent from her legs to her navel. My cock throbbed and early in the morning lust gripped my soul. Her beautiful teenage legs with slight sprinkling of hair here and there and her brownish black panty could be seen. I was ravishing this Godsend striptease while I heard footsteps behind me , as I tucked in the bed sheet ,and my masar walked into the room. The first thing which he did was to cover teetu’s nubile body with a bed sheet. I feigned my sleep and little did he know that I had already had my fill of teenage erotica.

Soon , it was time to go to the school and after everybody left, just me and masi were left as home.
She asked me , ‘ Rinku if you want to take bath , you can go ahead. I have to do my hair too and it will take time. Why don’t you go and take bath first’

Sure, I will do as you like mother.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door from inside. I removed my clothes and I was searching for the peg to hang them, when I saw my mother’s old suit hung on the other peg. I removed them from the peg since I wanted to hang my stuff there. But to my utter joy and pleasant surprise , I found my mother’s used panties. Here there were, red and netted softly with a patch in the center which must have clung to her motherly pussy, and I watched them with the satiated admiration of a secret lover. I watched them with the satisfaction of a panty connoisseur – someone who treasures the art of watching panties and sniffing them to the base of his nostrils. So I did. I removed it from the peg and took it near my nose and inhaled the intoxicating pungent stink of piss that emanated from it which made my cock flag higher. I had already removed my clothes so now I just wrapped the red cotton panty on my rod and started stroking it. I was rock hard in no time and then I again took the panty over my head, wrapped my head in it and sniffed the pussy area and took some bites of it. I had the picture of my masi in front of my eyes writhing in her bed adorning her red fiery panties.

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I pictured myself coming near to her and then tapping lightly on her satin panties, just caressing her groin with my soft hands and then kissing her panty right on her pussy lips. I fantasized about her with a red bed where she stood like a stud well bred, ready to be tamed into submission. I was just thinking about all this when I felt the climax building inside me and I came in buckets. I fired a great load from my penis. After that, I sat down , took my bath and got away from the bathroom.

In a few minutes my masi entered the bathroom. She bolted it from inside and I heard the click of the bolt. I was wiping my hair with the towel . Suddenly an idea flashed across my mind. Why not try and see masi from outside the bathroom ? I rushed outside the door and stayed very calm for any distracting sound might spoil the show. Then , I started peeking from outside. Finally, I found a gap , a very small one, from where one could see some movement. But, it was still not clear and extremely difficult to see any body part or so. I came back crestfallen from the door and then went outside to dry my underclothes.

To my utter delight, I found some panties there too drying on the wire. They were two in number where one was a plain one with pink cotton regular elastics while the other was sky blue and it had white polka dots. Imagining how they would look on my mother, I had a hard on again. I just loved them and sniffed them but they were not smelling of her wonderful piss- my pissy pussy mommy, rather they smelt of detergent perfume now that they were washed properly.

After a long time , my mother came out of the bathroom. She made some lunch and we two had it together and then she slept while I watched some TV. Soon, it was evening and my masar came home . The kids too had come by then and we all had tea. After a while, my masar left the house saying that he will take an hour or two as he was going to see someone at home.

Shortly after he had gone, my mother changed into a nightie. It was a yellow satin nightie which had the prints of flowers all over it. It had a wide neck and it looked oversized with half sleeves. Her feet could be seen from that nightie. It was a one piece clothing from neck to feet and it covered her completely. It was difficult to make out whether she had any bra underneath but she certainly had panties on since it could faintly be made out from the outlines on the soft nightie. She came to the kitchen, put some aata in a wide pan and started to knead the dough. The children were in the other room and the voices coming from the room confirmed that they are studying. I stood at the kitchen door. I was just chatting nonchalantly with my masi. She was asking me family stuff and all. She was sitting on a small wooden table which was nearly half an inch from the ground, and she had this huge pan where she was kneading the dough.

Any Indian can imagine what it is to knead the dough. It takes energy and sometime you have to just bend to exert force. My mother too was bending and as a result her nightie had started to show her cleavage. I was watching this all the time while I talked to her. Suddenly , she looked up and found me staring at her chuchies. I was literally taken aback when I met her eye but then , she smiled. She did not say anything buy she just smiled. Her smile was a very mischievous and lustful one. She was kneading the flour again. Now, she started kneading with more pressure coming full to the other side where I was standing. She came close up and went back again. The nearer she came to the side , the more I saw those twin treasures.

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She came up close so much so that I could see right down her voluptuous mountains where love slipped and incest danced, motherly chuchies they were sweeter than the rarest nectar, milky white skin dancing to and fro in front of my hungry eyes. She showed me more by each passing movement. She then looked up and smiled again. She gyrated once more to knead the dough and I saw right up the areolas of her chuchies. I saw those round globes as she shook them slightly and then , for the third time, she looked up and smiled again and then then whispered,’kal’ in my ear and disappeared into the sink with the huge pan..

What did she mean by ‘kal’- I was baffled. What had happened was very quick for anyone to react. I was an irritable teenager and I had my own ideas of sex and I never thought I would get something from the masi- who I have been relating as mother. The fact is that I love to call her as my mother since I wanted the relationship to be perverted to the very end. Why had my mother displayed her cleavage to me rather benevolently. She had certainly seen me leering at her. She had met my eye when she caught me lasciviously drooling over her chuchies. Why was she not shocked. After all I was her flesh and blood. I was her elder sister’s son. Why did she smile at such an affront.

Any other normal Indian housewife would have been distressed with such an action but she smiled. But , why ? Did she consider it as ‘childlike’ behavior or she was just laughing away at my teenage inquisitiveness. When she had found me admiring her wonderful mammaries, she had even tried to incite me, excite me and provoke me by showing more of her cleavage. Was I imagining that she had tried to show me more of her tits or was she serious in her display. And why had she said the word ‘kal’ . what did she mean by it. What did tomorrow hold in store for me. Did she want to tell me something . Did she want me to rebuke me for my wantonness , but then , she had smiled . But why ? It certainly wasn’t a hint that she wanted to do something funny with me. After all, I was her bhanja and her blood and I was so young. No , that certainly wasn’t the matter. But then what was it all. It was all so topsy turvy that I could not make a head and tail of it. All that came to my mind was those wonderful jugs which had swayed in front of me and had given me a heavenly delight.

Later my masar came and we all had dinner together. After that we went to the bed early. Lights were switched off but my mind was awake and an excitement gripped my soul. It was similar to the feeling one had before taking an exam . it was similar nervousness which was moving all over my body. I could sense that my head had become heavy and my body feverish as my hand moved inside my underwear caressing my manhood. The sight of my masi kneading in the kitchen came back to me and the to and fro movement of her tits put my schlong on fire time and over again. If there was one thing I wanted that was the pussy of my masi mother and I really wanted to fill her badly. I masturbated at least three times that night and by morning I had badly slept and my cock was sore.

I was woken up by the sound of a brush polishing the shoes. I quickly got up from there and went to the toilet. My masar stood there and he was wearing his shoes. He told me that he had to go to neighboring areas for check twice in ten days. He said that he was going today and he will not be back for at least two days. He asked me if I wanted to accompany him but my masi intervened and said that ‘beta’ will stay here and teach the kids. I just smiled . My masar had a quick breakfast and he left for his job. Later, the kids woke up, bathed , got ready , had their breakfast and left to the school.

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It was nearly an hour after the kids had left that masi called me to her room. I went quietly. I had not taken the bath yet and she was also in her nightclothes. When I went to her room , I could see the soiled bed and it made me aware suddenly of the fact that this is the same bed where my masar would have enjoyed this divine beauty at night. To confirm it, there was a hanky peeping from under the bed and I was sure that this must have the semen stains of my masar. My maasi sat on the bed in her nightie and her skin was glowing probably from the lovemaking at night ( I was sure that my masar must have fucked her really well as he would not be home for two days ). Her light yellow nightie shone on her soft supple skin. She had a nice hair cut where her hair were done in a style up to her neck. She didn’t even had the jewelry on her. Her eyes were wonderful and inviting as she beckoned me to sit on the bed. Her lips were small and her cheeks exhibited the fullness of youth. Yellow light coming from the curtains filled the room. My heart was throbbing in my mouth. She smiled carelessly as I saw a part of her neckline visible from the front..

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Magar girls from those hills came to work in the rice paddies for a few days, girls with smooth round faces and narrow eyes wearing black velvet blouses, headdresses and necklaces of silver rupees. Their songs wafted back into the rooms where I lived with my cook. Magar girls were free to flirt and sometimes managed to take lovers, but Bahuni and Chhetrini women in the valley were given in arranged marriages when they were extremely young.

I wondered if the freedom of the hills was like what I had enjoyed as a student. I thought of old girlfriends. I had spent the night in a hotel with my first mistress when I was 19 and she was 20. She woke me in the middle of the night by touching me, and when I awoke already aroused, she whispered, “Enter me right now, please! I want you inside me.”

I thought of my last girlfriend in college when we both lived off-campus. We found each other only a month together before we graduated and went our separate ways, but desire had burned hot and bright. We spent every other night together, at her place or mine. If we stayed at my place we had to be very quiet because my apartment-mate was a strange person, made to be a priest. He struggled but could not change this; was celibacy the other curse of the Irish besides drink?

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My bedroom had been a small enclosed porch in the cottage I shared which was hidden in a grove of small trees. My mistress and I would lay together on my narrow bed and in the morning the sun would shine through trees and be fragmented by their shifting leaves, now painfully bright, now shadow as we made love once more before going to classes. We were living charmed lives with no idea how fortunate we were.

That had been over a year earlier, halfway around the world. Now I had to endure celibacy myself. I was a teacher in the remoteness of west Nepal where you couldn’t possibly find a cold drink, wheeled transportation, an electric light to read by, certainly not a woman for the night. Almost all women were married before they were fourteen, and they were closely watched. Besides, I was a teacher who had to set an example. As the first foreigner to live in my village, I was an object of intense curiosity. So there I was, living in a goldfish bowl.

The wife of my nearest neighbor had given birth to a girl a few months before. In the morning after serving her husband dal-bhat and then eating herself she would wash her pots and trays in the irrigation ditch below my window as I worked preparing lessons. She wore no blouse and had only the end of her sari to cover full breasts that refused to stay confined as she bent down to dip water from the canal and scoured away the last grains of scorched rice. It was a feast for the eyes, only for the eyes. Was she an exhibitionist? Didn’t she understand the effect she was having on the poor Sahib? It doesn’t matter; wasn’t it better to sin with the eyes than not at all?

I slowly became friends with a much older woman, a Chhetri’s cast-off wife named Poorna who lived in a small house a hundred yards above my place. She was a slender woman with a ready smile and a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Sometimes she told me stories of life in Burma when her husband was a soldier for the British. She would show up at my place and demand, “Let’s drink rum!”. I’d get out my dwindling supplies of imported cognac, or we might have small cups of raksi, local spirits that were sold aged all of five minutes, the fast track to a two-day hangover. Poorna would tease me about my solitary life and joke that I should take up with the local dancing girl. I think she began to worry that I was living a diminished life, which was certainly true.

One evening I finished grading papers and stopped by her house to chat. Soon we were joined by a deaf-and-dumb couple who wandered from place to place, dressed in tatters and living off whatever kindness they could find in villages where nobody had much to spare. They stayed just outside on the porch. The boy was shy and serious, but the girl was playful and soon we heard them getting romantic. This was the first time in Nepal I had been aware of anything sexual going on close by. Poorna and I listened intently and joked about the goings-on a yard or two away. I expected matters to be over quickly; this totally illiterate couple certainly hadn’t read the Kama Sutra. But they went on a good half hour, with piquant moans and small cries and I was grateful for these small crumbs too.

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About a month later Poorna came to my house with important news. A niece she called “Jimli” (second daughter) was visiting and I should be sure to come meet her. Poorna knew that I had briefly pursued a local girl by that nickname but it had come to nothing when she told me she wanted to be taken to America forthwith. So I asked what was the point of coming to see this Jimli? Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she said, “No, no. Another Jimli!”

As it was getting dark I took my torch and climbed the hill behind my house, crossed an irrigation ditch, and paused outside the door of Poorna’s small house. Like all houses in our valley, it was made of unbaked brick. Some houses had roofs of baked tiles but hers was of straw thatch. Just outside the front door was a shed of the same construction sheltering her cow. About half a kilometer away on the far side of a small valley I could see a village of similar houses and the twinkling light of a lamp or two.

I called out and Poorna answered and opened her door. The inside of her house was nearly bare with only a few brass trays and the cheap aluminum cooking pots we all used. For light there was a single kerosene lamp with no glass chimney. Few could afford the more elaborate table lamps, let alone pressure lamps which burned prodigious amounts of kerosene. I went inside and saw Jimli. She was about thirty, medium height for a Nepali woman with a long braid down her back and she had a baby with her, not more than six months old. I guessed Jimli was a Chhetrini like Poorna because her coloring and features were intermediate between Bahun and Magar, the kind of fortunate mixture that made Nepali woman sought-after in Mahadesh, as the large country three days walk to the south was called.

We sat on the floor coated with the traditional mixture of gobar and mud which had been smoothed and allowed to dry. As unsanitary as it sounds, it was pleasantly cool to the feet in summer and warm in winter, slightly resiliant and smelling faintly of grass. I sat on on the floor while Poorna introduced us and we made small talk about life in Nepal and life in America.

I only expected we might drink a bit of raksi together, but other plans were afoot. Poorna got up and announced she had to run a small errand in the village of potters higher up the hill. So Jimli and I were suddenly alone together. Jimli immediately went over to the sort of ladder, actually only a slanted log with notches cut in it, and started up to the second floor. She looked over her shoulder and motioned for me to follow. Then she put her finger over her lips to show that I should be quiet and laid down on the floor. Quickly I laid down beside her and embraced her. She fumbled with the drawstring of my salwar and I pulled them down. Then she pulled me on top of her. There was no foreplay. I entered her and the heat of her body passed to mine. What she was thinking I’ve no idea, nor did I seriously care. I completely lost control, like a tremendous sneeze I absolutely could not stop or even delay. When my senses came back I could only feel helpless and relieved that my enforced celibacy had ended.

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We rearranged our clothes and went back downstairs. In a few minutes Poorna returned from her errand. It was decided that Jimli and I would stay downstairs with the others upstairs. As soon as it became quiet, Jimli raised her blouse and began suckling her baby, facing away from me. Suddenly she hiked up the skirt of her sari and petticoat behind and reached behind herself to caress me. The invitation was unmistakeable, so I entered her from behind. This time I was able to last and so we fucked for a while. At first light I slipped out and went home. My cook liked to gossip and it would not do for the whole district to learn of my little escape from the goldfish bowl.

So with Poorna’s help I had ended a stay in purgatory and returned to the land of the living. My relationship with Poorna began to change subtly as I began to understand that she indeed loved me as mother to son, but not only that way. She too had been forced into a solitary life. Probably I should have helped her as she had helped me, yet I could not quite feel desire for someone so much older, or imagine growing older myself.

I only saw Jimli once more, about six months later. It happened on the trail out of the valley when I completed my tour of duty. She was with others including a husband or brother probably and gave me a piercing glance that burned my eyes, my entire skin. I put my hands together in silent acknowledgement and after the last of her group passed I turned to watch her go on down the trail toward the valley where I had lived nearly two years and have never returned to.

Love may be sacred, or profane, or both together. When it comes our way we may be unready to understand its subtleties. Too many lovers I have already forgotten but in the clarity of highlight Poorna’s love burns bright.

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Me and my mother both went into a trauma and agony. Our relatives turned there back on us. No one helped us. As my father worked in a govt. company I was offered a job in the same company with less position due to my low qualification. We lived in our own two storied independent house. My dad built it so in future I could stay in the same house after my marriage. I decided to rent one portion to cover the balance income to survive.

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One day a middle aged guy around 50-55 yrs. old came to me looking for a house for rent. He was a Preacher in an institution and he preach about god and religious stuff. He said, he could easily pay the rent as it comes with his work employer benefits and I don’t have to worry about the late payments. I thought as he was a Preacher he would not have any bad habits like drinking and fighting, so I agreed to rent him the upper potion of my house.

Few months there were no disputes. But, slowly he started preaching us. I used to neglect him as I was relied on his rent amount. So, I simple used to node my head and ignore it. But, it didn’t go like the same with my mother. She slowly fell into his words of religious and superstitious believes.

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He made her believe that if she obediently submit herself to his God, then she will be relieved from all her miseries. At first I took it lightly but when she was spending most of the time in her room praying I felt it was going out of hands. I went to him and gave him a cold warning about his wrong influencing on my mother. Our argument got ugly and I decided to vacate him from the house. It was mid month, so I told him to vacate the house by month end. He got down from his temper and started requesting me to spare his mistake but I didn’t agree and left.

Next few days I didn’t see him around as before and he talked less about the preaching. One day my mother woke up early in the morning, finished all household work and prepared a nice breakfast. This was the first time in months I saw my mother happy. When she saw me she came smiling, hugged me and said from today it will be a new beginning.

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All our problems and worries will be gone and good days will be coming. I felt happy seeing my mother recovering well, but was puzzled of what has happened for this sudden change in her. I had breakfast, got ready for my job and with the same spirit I left to office.

The routine continued for few days till one day I got up early in the morning and I saw my mom still doing the same rituals in her room. This time she was even wearing a white gown, surrounded by candles like ritual and doing strange gestures. I totally lost it, trashing everything and yelled at her, ” Have you lost your mind? What do you think you are doing? These thing are not real. You are being ridiculous. Stop all this nonsense.” While she was pleading me not to be mad. She then told me that if she do these rituals then my dad will come in her dreams and talk to her and make her happy. It’s a spiritual way to reach my dad in spiritual world.

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I got so angry and went upstairs but the front door was locked. I wondered where he went so early. I went back to my mom’s room. I took out all the candles and cross idols from all around her bed. Mom begged me not remove them but I didn’t listen to her. I found a box of pills with no label on it. I asked her what is this for? She told me that she got them from the psychiatrist for depression. (which were actually given by the preacher). I left the pills and took all the scrap out and threw it. Mom sat on the bed crying. I told her this is not going to happen again in the house and went to my room to get ready for my work.

After an hour I got ready and came out, mom was still lying on the bed crying. I went into the kitchen and made breakfast. I went back to her room and slowly lifted her face up, wiped her tears and told her nicely that dad is no more, he will be in our heart. We both have to move on and we will keep him in our memories.

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She was staying in our big house as a paying guest since she was a friend of my aunty since no body was there except my mother and me. All others were in various places with their jobs. She was from a middle class family.

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I was very poor in maths and her subject was mathematics. She had got pressure from my mother that, to take math’s tuition for me. She agreed to that and every day after school hours. She was staying in first floor near to my room. She was very brilliant and reserved especially to boys like my age.

Once she was sitting on floor and helping my mother to prepare dinner and I came there to drink a glass of water and I got a beautiful glimpse that perfect pairs. But she never knew that, I was watching her round shaped breasts through her lower cut jumper. It was a beautiful scene since she had no bra inside.

She was used to wear skirt and long type jumper in house. She was very cute looking with good shaped boobs and well shaped buttocks and those buttocks is just like the backside of Veena’s south Indian musical instrument. In my fantasy I used to masturbate of thinking her perfect round shaped large boobs, buttocks and deep navel. I was very sure that my dreams would not come true because she was very strict to me since I am aged 18 and studying for Pre-Degree.

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One day I was alone in my house and was reading one good sex magazine. There was a story of a boy aged 18 was seduced by his tuition teacher and that boy was referring the hot scenes of famous Malayalam movie “RATHINIRVEDAM” to her teacher while making love.

Really those scenes were terrific and I have seen that pictures in Nana Film Magazine. I was dreaming that teacher is my Latha chechi and boy me. That day nobody was there except Latha chechi and me since Mother left to attend a marriage at Combatore. Since Chechi was there and she had a plan to take me to her house in Kollam during Christmas vacation Mother told me to stay there. Suddenly she entered to my room and I couldn’t get time enough to hide it. She noticed the sex magazine in between my books and taken it out along with Film Magazine.

I was totally upset to see this and got scared of thinking about the consequences of this incident. I begged her to hide this incident from my mother and return the book to me. But she was not ready to do that. She has taken that book to her room. I was shocked literally and went to bath. After one hour she come back from her room and asked me to keep the book very safely. I am much surprised to hear that.

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She started taking class with a different mood and different style of smile. I understood that, she gone through the almost all pages of that book and especially she would have read that story of seducing a young boy of my age. She gave me some problems and left to bath. After bath she came to my room and stood very close to me in the way of pretending to watch the math’s problems, which I am working on.

I could smell her sweet jasmine smell since she used Jai soap. A young boy and beautiful lady with a terrific body near him what will happen? She slowly put her hands through my shoulder with very friendly and covered my face and whispered in my ears “Raju, do you want to get seduced by me like the boy in Magazine?” I was stunned to hear that since I never expected such a move from Teacher because she was always strict to me.

It was December and outside rain started suddenly to pour in, she told me come to Dining room. After food it was around 9.30 Pm she left to her room. After some time I heard she was calling me from her room. Heavy rain continued outside with Thunder and lightning. I entered the room and she was lying-in that double cot bed and her dress was same like Rathi chechi in that film.

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पवन के जाने के बाद, मैं चुपके से बाथरूम के बाहर आयी.. मेरे पास पहनने के लिए कोई कपडे तो थे ही नहीं… पवन ने मेरे बैग में से सारे कपडे साथ ले गया था तो, मैं नंगी, सिर्फ तौलिये में खड़ी सोच रही थी के अब क्या करू…

तभी दरवाज़े पर आवाज़ हुई.. एक लड़की या महिला की आवाज़… एक औरत, जो ३५-४० की होगी, अंदर आयी और बोली… , “विदिशा मैडम, मेरा नाम कला है, कृपया उस मेज़ पर लेट जाईये.. आपके शरीर की मालिश करनी है.. ”

मैं अवाक् उसे देखती रह गयी.. मालिश??? ये क्यों? मैं मन ही मन सोच रही थी के तभी…

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“मैडम!”, कला फिर से बोली..

मैं अपने सोच से बाहर आयी और सर हिलाते हुए, मेज़ पर लेट गयी…

कला अपने साथ कुछ बोतल और कपडे लायी थी…

उसने मेरा टॉवल हटा दिया और उसे बगल में एक कुर्सी पर रख दिया… आप ये कहानी देसी बहु डॉट कॉम पर पढ रहे है…. मैं पेट के बल लेती थी… मेरा पीठ और उभरी गांड उसके सामने थी… मुझे बहुत शर्म आ रही थी… उसके पहले कभी किसी के सामने नंगी नहीं हुई थी मैं… सिवाए मेरे पति के… पर अब, बच्चे के लिए सब कुछ कर रही थी….

कला ने मेरे पीठ पर तेल लगे और हलके हाथ से मालिश करने लगी… कुछ देर उसने मेरे पीठ की मालिश की, फिर पैरो की मालिश करने लगी..

तलवे, जांघ, सब जगह उसके हाथ मुझे सुख पहुंचा रहे थे…

फिर उसने अपना हाथ मेरी गांड पर रखा और मसलने लगी… गांड मेरी कमज़ोर कड़ी है… मैंने हलकी कराह निकाली।

“लगता है,आपके अच्छा लग रहा है… “, कला बोली, मसलते हुए…

“हम्म्म… ” मैंने सिर्फ आवाज़ निकाली.. बोलने की शक्ति जैसे ख़तम ही हो गयी थी…

कला माहिर थी.. उसकी उंगलियां सब जगह जादू कर रही थी.. आप ये कहानी देसी बहु डॉट कॉम पर पढ रहे है…. मेरी गांड, जांघ, सब मज़े से थिरक रही थीं…

उसने गांड मसलते हुए, मेरी गांड के छेद पर थोड़ा तेल लगाया और उसे मसलने लगी…

Antarvasna Hindi sex kahani – बच्चे के लिए आश्रम में रंगरलिया-2

मैं मंद-मंद कराह रही थी… मज़ा आ रहा था…

उसने मेरी गांड और छेद के मालिश करीब १५-२० मिनट तक की…

“अब पलट जाईये.. “, उसने कहा…

मैं उसकी गुलाम बन चुकी थी.. बिना देरी किये, मैं पलट गयी..

मेरे बड़े-बड़े चुचे और झांटों वाली चूत उसके सामने थी…

“आपको झांट साफ़ करना चाहिए, मैडम.. “, वो बोली… , “इससे अपके चूत में कोई इन्फेक्शन नहीं होगा और सेक्स में मज़ा भी आएगा..”

मैंने सर हिला दिया…

उसने थोड़ा पानी मेरे झांटो पर लगाया.. फिर उसने अपने बैग में से एक शेविंग क्रीम निकाली और मेरे चूत पर लगायी… उसकी उंगलियां मेरे झांटों से खेल रही थी…

कुछ देर क्रीम लगाकर उसने बैग में से एक रेजर निकाला… और शेव करने लगी…

मैंने इसके पहले कभी भी चूत को शेव नहीं किया था.. ये एक अनोखा अनुभव था मेरे लिए…

उसने ५ मिनट में मेरी चूत पर से सारे बाल साफ़ कर दिए…

“देखिये, कैसी लग रही है आपकी चूत अब… “, उसने एक छोटे से आईने में मुझे मेरी चूत दिखाए…

वो एकदम साफ़ थी… जैसे के किसी १३-१४ साल के लड़की की हो…

“अच्छी लग रही है.. “, मैंने मुस्कुरा कर कह दिया…

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Our parents had gone out of town for 3 days and my sis was having a slumber party with four of her friends, Sheena, Meenakshi, Diya and Rutu. I was told to stay out till nightfall and come back only to stay in my room. I returned home at 10pm and went to the loo in my room.

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Obviously Neha’s friends had used my bathroom for changing clothes. I saw a pair of clothes along with the underwear hanging from the hook. There was a black silk bra hanging from one while a similar white lacy one from the other. I imagined them dancing to the music and jiggling their free boobs.

I started masturbating thinking about them. I didn’t realize that I hadn’t closed the door. My sister suddenly barged in and caught me in the act. “Well, what do you think you are doing, little brother?” I turned around and she got a glimpse of my rod. She exclaimed,” Well, not so little, are you ?”
She then caught me by my dick and took me to her room.

“Girls, let me introduce you to my big ‘little’ brother.” She told them about my masturbating in the bathroom. The girls went Ooooooh. They decided to have some fun. Sheena came over to me and asked,”So were you thinking about us while jacking off?” I said yes. She removed her night-shirt over her shoulders exposing her pretty breasts. She jiggled them in front of me.

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Behind her everybody got out of their night clothes. I got a raging hard-on. Sheena pushed me on the bed and took my dick in her warm mouth. I squirmed with pleasure. The other girls bought out some rope and tied me to the bed post spread-eagled. Meenakshi then came and sat on my face. I hungrily started sucking on her cunt. I forced my tongue deep inside her and moaned with pleasure.

I so badly wanted to fondle her luscious breasts but I was helpless with my hands tied. I felt one more tongue joining Sheena’s down there. I bent down to see Diya sucking on my balls.

By this time, Neha and Rutu had gotten into a 69 and were devouring each others cunnies. I didn’t know Neha was into lesbianism but this sure got me very excited. Meenakshi started forcing her cunt into my face. I guessed that she was cumming and licked her cunt with large strokes of my tongue. Soon her juices started flowing which I drank up lavishly.

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The pressure in my balls was growing too. All of us were moaning out so loudly that we wondered whether our neighbours would hear it. But none of us was least bothered. I begged them to let me free. But they told me to wait. Neha went into the kitchen and brought out a bucket of ice-cream. I wondered what that is for.

I came to know when she poured a scoop around my penis. I gasped from the cold feeling around my dick and balls. Now all of them wanted a lick of my dick. They fought over it and soon I had five tongues licking and sucking my groin. It sure was a great feeling.

Now they set me free. I grabbed Diya, the cutest one, and pushed her onto the bed. I started sucking her cunt hungrily. I teased her clitoris and she went into raptures of moans. the others got on the floor with their legs wide open for me to suck.

I was in cunt heaven, devouring cunny after cunny and lapping up their sweet nectar. My dick then got ready for satisfying them. It became a plunger tool, going in cunt after cunt, making them cum. I hesitated on reaching Neha’s but she guided me into her slit and I thought What the heck.

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After all, now she is just another female. well, her cunt was the best as it was the tightest. I soon felt myself ready to cum. I took my dick out and made all of them cum once more. Finally, we were tired and dozed off with our naked bodies intermingled with one another.

Now, I am a sex-toy for all of them. I service them whenever they ask for me.

Neha also gets me to screw her whenever she pleases. So do everyone else. In return, I get small gifts and plenty of kisses.

I also don’t masturbate anymore as I have a cunt or ass or mouth waiting to service me right in the next room. I am thoroughly enjoying my sex life.

I shall come back as I have lot many incidents to tell you.

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Nazma found herself in a unique situation. Though unmarried she had been appointed as manager cum governess by a millionaire Mr. Hamza for his mansion in Alabama a month ago. In this role, Nazma also acted as mother to Hamza’s 20-year-old daughter Nusrat and 18 year old son Mubarak. Hamza stayed out of USA for 9 months in a year and while in USA sought the conjugal embraces from Nazma, which she never grudged him. There was another significant role Nazma had to play. Hamza had been educated in England and had been caned in English schools. He wanted his children to be subjected to the same corporal punishments till they were at least 25 years old and sought Nazma’s help in this regard. He had several tawses and canes imported specially from England to be used on his beautiful daughter and handsome son.

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Hamza was otherwise a liberal minded person. Through Nazma, he had conveyed to his daughter that he didn’t mind her having sex with boys provided she kept out of trouble’s way and avoided drugs, diseases and pregnancy. Mubarak was totally under Nazma’s training and was still a virgin – until that Saturday morning. Nazma even attended his baths and sometimes embarrassed the young man by soaping his genitals and other sensitive areas. Meanwhile, the children adored the woman they called ‘mother’ and loved her although she was very strict. They had lost their mother several years ago and found themselves naturally drawn to this affectionate lady who laid down the law for them.

Nazma meanwhile was getting impatient with the children. Although Hamza had advised her to use the punishment implements as often as necessary, she had acted with great restraint. In the past month, it was only twice that her children had felt the sting of the tawse on their shrinking palms. Both times they received 4 strokes on each palm which made them beg for mercy but it seems the sting must have soon evaporated as they resumed their insubordinate behavior. On Wednesday things had come to a head. Nusrat was coming home very late at nights despite warnings and she had caught Mubarak masturbating very frequently. She called them both and told them that they were to be punished on Saturday for the entire morning and were to report at 9 a.m. sharp in the room she had designated as the Punishment Room. The huge room had a double bed, a closet full of punishment implements, a step-ladder fitted with a carpet and rings to be used to fasten a person for punishment and other pieces of furniture.

Nazma got up from her bed and examined herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw, a loving face and heaving chest. It will soon be time for giving some loving correction to my children and bringing them out of their natural shyness. She took a bath and dressed up using her best perfume and lingerie. Her clothes were made of thin though expensive white silk and her nipples were virtually visible through her sheer bra and kurta. She remembered the time when she used to meet Hamza about five years hence and used to provoke him by wearing bras in which the rings had been cut off so that her nipples were directly in contact with her kurtas. Hamza couldn’t take his eyes off her chest in those days for which she would tease him.

Of course Hamza never deciphered the reason for such clear-cut impressions of the nipples on her outer clothes. It was time to get on with life and Nazma looked at her watch. It was 8.55 a.m. as she reached the Punishment Room. She surveyed the room and about 8 minutes later there was a timid knock on the door and Nusrat and Mubarak walked in. She immediately hugged both of them and enveloped them in her large bosom and kissed them profusely. She then called her servants on the intercom to say that she or her children were not to be disturbed for the next four hours and left the receiver off the hook.

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She then played some soft music on her sound system that would go on until stopped. Still holding both children close to her, she told them that they had been misbehaving too much lately and making a wrong use of her leniency and she had no alternative but to give them a long, painful and loving correction. Then holding them at arm’s length, she asked them both to strip completely. “I don’t want a stitch on your bodies” she ordered. Nusrat and Mubarak looked at each other and were so embarrassed.

Nusrat cried out, “But Mummy, not in front of —- . “I will have none of that improper shyness, today you will both come out of it and love each other like we should in a family. Meanwhile, you have erred and must be punished in each other’s presence.”

Nusrat removed her dupatta, removed her shoes, unzipped her kurta and removed it from her head exposing her lovely breasts enveloped in a dazzling bra and glorious arms. She then lowered her shalwar and removed it completely to stand in a mere bikini. Meanwhile Mubarak was also stripping and having removed his shoes, shirt, vest and trousers now stood only in his briefs and socks. “I said everything” stressed Nazma and soon her children divested themselves of their remaining clothing and stood before their mother uncomfortably. Nazma surveyed the scene compassionately.

She had often seen the two naked but never in each other’s presence. She admired their graceful bodies and did not fail to notice some movement in Mubarak’s penis. She went forward and touched it. It grew a little longer. “This is punishment not sexual intercourse my boy” she admonished. ” I – I am sorry Mommy, I can’t control it”. Taking a ruler from her desk she struck his penis hard once. “Well my boy we will teach you how to control these things”. The stroke only served to grow the penis longer but Nazma didn’t want any distractions now.

“Okay, Nusrat, Mubarak go to a corner of the room, kneel down on the carpet facing the wall and put your hands on your head until I call you” ordered Nazma and the two complied. On kneeling down they realized that their knees were taking a lot of pressure and it was getting more and more painful by the minute. Nazma took up an interesting novel and read it till 9.30, conscious of their position and pain. Sometimes she would glance at their nude, kneeling postures and smile.

Nazma removed the smile from her face and got up to inspect Nusrat’s panties and Mubarak’s brief. Her suspicions were confirmed. Nusrat’s panties had a very musky smell in them. She had apparently not changed them for 2-3 days and had spent in that period. Mubarak’s briefs were a little dirty and had definite semen like odor in them. “Look at Mommy, kids, have I not instructed you to keep your undergarments clean” she said picking out a cane from her closet and keeping them on her desk. The children turned around while kneeling and were shocked to see their intimate clothes in their mother’s hands. “Yes, sorry Mommy” said Nusrat while Mubarak was speechless with shame.

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“Well then come here both of you” said Nazma.

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She went on cumming in splashes and shaking and shivering in my arms.

Madam was now indeed degraded by her driver.

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It was wonderful to see madam settling down from her orgasm gradually,by closing her eyes and shivering.

When she was settling,she was still squirting little little and shivering.

Then she was dripping like she was peeing.

When she settled, I said that ‘kya madam, ye hindu aurate itni kamuk kaise hote hae re?? you are squirting for the first time and looks like some dam is broken.’

She looked at me with lusty eyes and said in a low shy shaky voice ” driver,tum ek mast chodu ho.”

Just as madam’s hot juices flowed over my penis, the feeling was so incredible that it was unbearable and I was absolutely ready to cum.

I never got such feelings, my two huge balls tingled and my penis became stiff.

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In pleasure I gasped “Oh darling I am about to cum..”

She requested me to take it out & cum on her face, but I gave her a wicked smile & increased my pumping.

She scratched my back with her nails & started pushing me back.

She begged please take it out, you don’t have a condom, you are a Muslim, you are my driver, I have a daughter, I am married, Please don’t ruin me, please mujhe barbad math karo,please!!! please don’t do this please please take it out, please please.

She tried to push me away even she too tried to move away but I held her tightly and she couldn’t move an inch.

I started pumping her very fast & within next few seconds I exploded deep inside her pussy.

I cummed a lot and a lot.

It was the greatest feeling of my life.

I had never cummed in that amount.

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As I discharged she arched high up from the ground and gasped loudly OOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooo and she held me tightly.

She rose both her legs straight up in the air above my head.

Her pussy clenched my cock with great pressure and she also reached her third orgasm on my cock.

As she squirted she screamed on top of her voice “AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAA…. WWWWOOOOO.. HHHOOOOOO.. uuuuuuuuuu.. Uuuuffffffffff uuuuuuuuuuu… uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffffffffffffffffff.. AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. AAAaaa.”

She squirted a lot on my penis, it was just like she was peeing.

She closed her eyes and I found tears rolled down her eyes.

She shivered tremendously.

But after she settled a bit, she said, “I was never fucked like that ever before. Darling driver,I love you..” with that she looked deeply in my eyes and squeezed her pussy and sucked every drop of my cum inside her ovary.

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Then slowly I moved down and reached her panty.

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I caught hold of the side of her panty and gave a good pull.

The elastic of the panty tore and flung away with sound.

Madam gasped Hooo!!

Now we both were completely nude inside the car.Madam’s jawani was electrifying.

She was completely nude in front of me, only she was wearing her mangal sutra.

I caught hold of madam’s both flabby fair soft thighs and pushed it apart.

OHHHH!!!! madam’s clean shaved pussy was CUTE!!!!!

It was just like a pussy of 14 years old girl.

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I had never seen such pussy of any women at this age.

It was milky white,only a thin long cut in the triangle and it looked very tight.

I without further wasting any time,dug my lips tight in madam’s cute pussy.

Madam arched right there and moaned loudly “HHHHHHHoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

Oh!!Madam’s bur smelled sweeeeeeeeeetttt!!!!!

It also tasted great, very salty.

I started sucking and eating madam’s vagina very passionately.

I was exploring my tongue deep inside her cunt.

Madam was getting strange arousal by someone other than her husband.

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She was moaning, but yet she wanted to stop as she was moaning and humping..

‘NNNOOO..OOO.. PLE..ASE.. SSSSSST..OP..ST..OP.. WHHOOOO..OO.. OOO YEAAA… AAAAA EEEE..EE OO.. OOOOOOOOOO.. OOO NO..N..O.. NOO..O.. OOOOOO OOOOOOO… OOOOOOPPPP PLEASSSSSE.. NO..LEA..VE..ME.. PLEASE OOOO.. OOOOOOOO.. OOOOOO.. OOO YEA.. AAAAAAAS.. SSSSSSSSSS HHHHOOO.. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.. NO..STOP.. STOP WHWHWHOOOOO.. OOOOOOOO.. OOOOOOOO PHOO.. OOOOOO.. OOOOO HOOOO.. OOOOOOOOO.. OOOOOOOOO.. OOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

I felt that a good orgasm was slowly building in her.

I went on sucking more passionately and madam also went on moaning more loudly.

As I was sucking, I inserted my hard long black middle finger in madam’s milky pussy and touched her g-spot.

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Right then madam couldn’t control any more and started moaning at the top of her voice came with a splash and she kept cumming in jets of liquid directly in my face.

I drank as much as I could, it was salty and tasty.

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They were big round and heavy.

I was full nude in front of madam Minu.

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Minu madam was seeing for the first time any man nude other than her husband in her life.

I saw madam’s eye widened in fear by looking at the size of my cock.

She asked with fear ‘how can that go in me?’

I replied ‘by destroying your vagina.’ “aaj ke baad teri ye bur aisi 14 saal ki bachchi ki tarha nehi rahegi, ye kisi rand ki gandi bur banjaegi.”

I saw fear in madam’s eyes.

I stood up and sat at the back of the front seat and asked madam to come forward.

Madam crawled in her knees and sat in front of me in her knees.

Oh its a great feeling to have my own madam, my long dream sex goddess on her knees between my legs.

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I then said,”lo ab chooso”

Madam refused strictly.

She said its very dirty and she has never done it in life, neither she would do it.

I caught hold a tight grip of her open hair.

In pain she said ‘aaaaah’ and as her mouth opened while saying ‘aaaaah’

I shoved my penis in her mouth. At first she resisted by biting my Muslim cock.

I said if you bite my penis, then I’ll leave you nude in the middle of the by pass road and go away.

She eased her jaws and I started shoving in inch by inch.

My dick had became so much swollen that madam had opened her mouth to her full extent yet my dick was having difficulty getting in.

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Only a quarter entered and it was not going further.

I started pushing in and out and that state only.

I held madam’s hair in one hand and by other hand I held her face up by her chin.

Oh it was a great view,as madam’s thick sexy lips with red lipstick on them wrapped my black thick penis.

Withing second,madam was coughing as if vomiting.

She said she cannot tolerate the smell, she will die.

I by hearing it again shoved inside her mouth and kept pumping.

Madam was making sounds from her throat like gargaling..Ghhrrrrrr ggghhhhRRrrrrr Huuuaaaakkkkk GGGhhhhhrrrrrr.’

She was indeed choking.

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