We lived in Pune, in the entire top floor apartment of a building, where most of the flats were unoccupied, except for two ground floor flats. They were occupied on rent, by an Air Hostess and a Banker, who were more at work then at home. My father is an Engineer and is posted in the Middle East, since the last many years. My family consisted of my mother, around 38 years, who worked as a Manager for a firm and our live in maid Sunita, who had been with us since she was a child.

Sunita came from a very poor family, who was happy to keep her with us, where she could get security, two square meals a day and a roof over her head. My mother left for work in the morning and returned only in the evening. I had my classes in the morning and returned for lunch. In the evening I went to play with my friends. Sunita would cook and maintain the house. She had the freedom to enter any of our rooms at any time. She was very clean and neat in her work as well as her hygiene. She was very open with us and whenever the chance came, shared a laugh with us.

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About two months ago, on her completing 18 years of age, she had been called to her village, where she was married off to a boy from their village who had no family and was working abroad as a helper. In fact we had gone to her wedding which was a simple affair. My mother had presented her with a gold necklace and many other house-hold gifts, she being almost part of our family.

After staying for One month, the groom had to go back to his work abroad and would be back only after a year or two. He had been very polite is asking my mother, if Sunita could continue to be with us, as he could not take her abroad with him. My mother had agreed whole-heartedly. So there was Sunita, back to our apartment.

Sunita was tall at 5.4 ft, but had a very slim, – almost a fragile figure. She was just a little shorter than me. She had long black, plaited hair which reached to her tiny buttocks. She took very special care and maintained them beautifully. Her skin was flawless but lightly tanned. Her breasts were small, almost zero, like that of a 16 year old girl. Till very recently, I had noticed that Sunita did not wear any brassiere; at times I could see the nipples poking erect out of her gown or salwar top.

Sometimes she wore my old shirts given to her by my mom. Many times I had glimpsed her tiny cute mounds, as she bent to sweep in our apartment and recently this sight had always given me a hard-on. But coming from a semi-orthodox family, I had to watch and be content, and shake it off in the bathroom.

Sunita had just entered adulthood at 18 years of age when she immediately tasted the unhindered and unlimited joys of sex. When she returned from her home, I could make out a glow on her face. However, after a few days of separation from her groom, the glow had died down and she had become very sad and quiet. It was as though she missed her husband dearly. I was now sure that he must have kept her busy during the nights that followed and that she was missing that marital joy. My mother was always counselling her. She too must have gone through such a period in her life and understood Sunita’s plight. After some time life became a routine.

A few days had passed and I had to leave immediately to return to college for a meeting in the afternoon. I came home and told Sunita that I had to leave and may be late to return. She served me the lunch and after eating I left at around 1.30PM. She closed the door behind me.

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My college was just about 2 kms away. My friend came to pick me up on a bike, down the road. That day, due to another event happening in college, our meeting got over within half an hour. My friend dropped me home. I had the key of our apartment and I let myself in without calling out to Sunita or ringing the bell.

Our house is actually two apartments joined together and is very spacious. I did not find any activity in the house. I went to my room changed into loose shorts and I do not know why but I did not wear my underwear.

I looked around but Sunita was not to be seen. I checked all the rooms. The curiosity got the better of me. I went in the room that was allotted to Sunita and rummaged her clothes. She had her dresses folded and kept in a nice pile. I looked around for her panties and brassieres, which have always been my fantasy. I found them in one of the drawer. I held them to my nose and got a pungent, erotic smell of Sunita. My penis was erect within no time. I rubbed her stained panties on my penis over my pant. I almost came. I held her brassieres to me to check out her size. These cotton bras were only for namesake. Beside other trinkets, there was a recently opened Sanitary napkin packet. This gave me a fair idea that she was having her periods.

I was most surprised when I came across a packet of Kohinoor Condoms, kept well hidden in her clothes. I now knew that she must have used them during her fucking sessions, and saved this packet as a souvenir. I picked one condom out of the strip and put it in my pocket, hoping that she would not notice.

But where was Sunita? She was not known to mix around with anyone in the neighbourhood. I was puzzled and at the same time scared that she was missing. I decided to check around. I again checked all the rooms and then I thought of checking the terrace, as she could have gone there to dry the clothes. Since we were the only occupants here, we had tied ropes along the terrace and dried our clothes there. There were no other high rise buildings nearby and our terrace was totally hidden from view of any pesky neighbours. It had two sides and the door opened in the middle.

I tiptoed up to the terrace. I slowly peeked to one side, but Sunita was not there. I went to the other side and slowly peeked and what I saw was amazing. There was Sunita; seated in a corner with her back to the wall, her salwar drawn up and her slim legs wide open. Her pyjamas & panties were lying nearby and she had her hand busily stroking her pussy, masturbating herself furiously. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed. She did not hear me coming neither was in a frame to hear me.

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I realized that her animal urge must have got the better of her and what better place to vent it. I now decided to turn this event to my favour. I slowly walked towards her and sat down besides her. She still did realize my presence. I noticed that she had our chappati Wooden Rolling Pin in her hand and which had replaced her missing penis. I slowly reached out my hand with the intention to surprise her and touch her wet pussy and hold on to her substitute penis.

I put my hand on her pussy and she opened her eyes in shock top find me staring at her. Her reflex action was to shut her legs together. This action gripped my hand between her legs and firmly around her hands holding the Rolling Pin. Her expression was that of a trapped pigeon. No words came out of her mouth. I kept on staring at her and her eyes were wide with fear. Though she held her thighs clenched tightly I slowly continued pistoning her with the rolling pin. She was at the beginning of a powerful orgasm and she started shuddering. My fingers were suddenly bathed in her juices, mixed with her periodic flow.

Somehow she beseeched me in whispers “Pleaseee, don’t tell mumma”. She again closed her eyes as another shudder passed over her body. She was sweating with all this erotic exercise. I assured her by coming close to her mouth and telling her that I understood and that this was our secret. But I did not kiss her. She was visibly relaxed.

I started moving the pin in & out of her well oiled hole and suddenly I removed it out. Her thighs too opened up. I could now see that her inner thighs well creamed and slimy. She had a jet black growth of pubic hair and her pink vaginal lips were like a cherry on an ice cream. I slowly let go of the pin and slid two fingers into her pussy. Sunita started to open her thighs.

I then removed my fingers from her pussy and stood up. I picked up her panty and wiped my fingers on them and put them in my pocket. She was confused as to why I had gotten up. I saw her with her thighs slightly open. She did not know what to expect next.

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No words were spoken. I extended my hand to her and Sunita slowly raised her hand to mine. I pulled her up and her salwar top dropped covering her nakedness. I did not give her time and placed my lips squarely on hers. For her this was a new experience and she got suffocated. I let go of her. I then removed the panties from my pocket and bent down. I held her leg and slid the panty on one leg and then on the other. Till now no words were exchanged. She was unaware as to what to expect or what my silence was all about, she did not utter anything. I knew that she was scared. I picked up her pyjama and stood up. She looked very scared.

I put my hand around her thin waist and motioned her towards the terrace door. She weakly walked in slow, hesitating steps. Her eyes looked at the floor. As we came down the stairs, I pushed her to the wall and held her face in my hands.

“Suni (that’s what we called her), we know you are missing your husband. Why do you have to come to the terrace? You could have used my bedroom. Don’t you know that my bed can be your bed too?” I tried to get my message across to her confused mind.

“Bu…., But ……?” she stuttered.

I pressed close to her as she looked beseechingly into my eyes. As I came close to her lips, she closed her eyes in anticipation. I lightly brushed my lips against her lips. She did not respond. I kissed her eyes and moved towards her ears and nibbled her ear lobes. Her breath had quickened and chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“Suni, if you want I can put an end to your yearning and take the place of your husband?” I whispered into her ears as I pressed my chest into her tiny breasts.

The nipples were stiff and I could feel them denting my chest.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with shock.

“But how can that be, Vijay? I am already married to him.” She said.

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By now I had snaked my hand to her breast over her salwar and squeezed. I was surprised that though they looked small, I had my entire palm around her left boob. I squeezed. She moaned and again closed her eyes. I them bent down and lifted her in my arms.

“What are you doing Vijay? You know I am married. We can’t do this!” she implored. To prevent herself from falling, her arms were around my neck as she cradled in my arms. Her head lay against my chest, which is quite broad. I started walking to our apartment down the steps. I put her down to open the door, still holding her by the waist. She tried to wriggle out, but I held her tight to me.

“Somebody may come.” She implored.

“Suni, you know that nobody comes here. Mumma will return only after 6PM. Why don’t we talk inside?” I proposed.

I pushed open the door and with her still scooped her in my arms, I was about to enter the apartment, when I stopped. She was startled and looked up at me.

“Pleeeeaasse, Vijay, put me down.” Her voice had mellowed to a cooing.

I then whispered into her ears. “Suni, in foreign countries, the husband usually carries his bride over the thresh hold of the house.” Saying so, I walked into our house. For a minute or so she did not understand; then she blushed. It was a beautiful smile that spread across her face. I realized how beautiful she was. I pushed shut the door with my feet.

Her arms tightened around my neck and her head dug into my chest. I realized that I had broken down the first barrier. Now for the next step; I went straight to my bedroom and laid her on the bed. She lay there but sat up straight holding her knees to her bosom. I sat in front of her and moved my hands over her hair; a strand of hair had streaked across her face and stuck to her with her sweat. I moved it behind her ear with my finger.

“Suni, you did not answer my question. Can I fill up yours husbands absence?”

She blushed and hid her face between her knees. I caressed her knees, and her thighs.

“Suni, come on I know that you are missing the sex and the fucking. It’s but natural. You must have had a very good time with him. Was he a good fucker?” I tried to prod her.

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“Vijay, what are you talking? No one talks about such things openly in public.” She retorted.

“”So you consider me public then, huh? Fine, I will not touch you. I am sorry what happened up there.” I got up from the bed, feigning anger, as if to leave, “… and I promise you that I will not tell mumma about what I saw earlier. That’s a promise. You can continue with the rolling pin.”

She saw me getting up and held me by my hand, “Sorry Vijay, I did not mean to hurt you. I like you, but…..” Before she could complete her sentence I bent down and kissed her, This time her hands went around my neck on her own and she tried to return the kiss. I broke the kiss. She was confused.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“Suni, since we both want to do this, why not do it in style.” I proposed.

“What do you mean style?” She queried.

“See, mumma will come only at 6PM. Now it is only 3PM. We have lots of time. I carried you over the threshold; you are on my bed; we are going to do the same thing what married people do; so why don’t you dress up in the same dress that you wore on your wedding night? And don’t forget the black bra and your dotted panty!” I said.

She was shocked. “How did you know about my bra & panty?”

“Well, I do my homework properly. I think you have kept them in a nice set.”

“Viju, you went through my clothes? Why? I hope you did not go through everything?” she was surprised.

I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out the Kohinoor Condom. “Is this what you were asking about?”

She blushed and said “ooohh my, you are so naughty Viju. Now I have to go and dress.”

I held out my hand and helped her to get down. As she stood, I crushed her into me. This time she too held me tightly.

“Don’t take the same time that you took on your wedding day. Come soon.” I reminded her.

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She too was excited and hurried to her room, while I decided to put on an under-wear which I had missed earlier. I sprayed deodorant at all vital places.

I waited on the bed desperate for her arrival. Even after 15 minutes she had not come. She must be taking her time to dress up. I got up to go and see. Hardly had I reached the seating room, the door bell rang. I froze. I was almost in panic. Who could it be at this time? I was sure that Sunita also had heard the bell.

I calmed myself. And peeped through the keyhole; I got the shock of my life. There was my mom standing outside. Luckily she had rung the bell and not used her key. I ran in my room and put on a T-Shirt and opened a few books on my table. Then I slowly reached the door and opened it.

“Hey, how come you are home? Were you not supposed to have a meeting till late or something today?” the tone that she asked me seemed a little laced with disappointment; but I was not sure. “And where is Sunita. Why has she not opened the door?”

“I don’t know. I was studying inside. She must be in her room or in the bathroom.” I replied covering up for her.

She entered the apartment and went to her room. She kept her bag and came out. She was around 44 years of age and I noticed now that she had a wonderful figure. Her breasts were round and stiff, well packed in her bra. She was tall, like me and had a fair skin colour. Today she was wearing a low neck dark coloured, tight fitting, salwar with front buttons, which high-lighted her beauty. I was surprised that I had never noticed her beauty earlier.

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As I have said earlier our apartment is actually two apartments which have been joined together. While my bedroom was in one wing, the opposite of my room was my parents’ room, where my mom used to sleep now. Both had attached bathroom & toilet. Sunita’s room was in the other wing, which was on the other side of the stairs, but accessible from inside. The kitchen and dining were on that side too.

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“Say something dirty to me,” Mona whispered, looking up at him. “I love it when someone talks dirty to me, baby.”

“How dirty, Mother?” Manjeet asked, grinning wickedly.

“As dirty as you want,” she replied, hugging him tighter. “Say all kinds of things to me, like fuck and cock and cunt and ass and … oh, everything!”

Literotica Mummy ko chudwaya – Manjeet’s Hot Mom

Manjeet squirmed as she held his lower body against her cheek. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, then pressed her face hard at his cock and balls. Mona loved the heat of his cock along her cheek, his balls on her shoulder and neck. She ran her hands up and down the cheeks of his ass, waiting for her son to talk dirty to her.

Manjeet started off shy, nervous to speak that way in front of his mother. “Do you like cock, Mother?” he asked softly. “Do you love a hard cock?”

“Oh, yes!” she purred.

“Do you love to feel a hard cock inside your cunt?”

“Yes, yes!”

Manjeet was encouraged now, and his voice became stronger. “Does my cock fuck way up in your pussy, Mother? Does my hard cock make your wet cunt feel good?”

“More, baby! Please, talk to me!”

“I sure like to put my cock in your hot cunt, Mother. I like to stick my hard prick up your pussy and fuck it. I love to suck on your titties and feel your ass. I like to have my cock in your mouth and feel you sucking on it.”

“Ohhhh, Manjeet!” Mona mewled, stroking the cheeks of his ass, trailing her fingers up and down the crack.

Manjeet was warmed up, and the words tumbled from his mouth. “I wanna put my cock in your hot cunt and fuck you and stick it between your titties so you can kiss the end! I wanna feel your ass and play with your wet cunt and touch your asshole, Mother. I wanna stick my fingers in your cunt and up your ass! I’d love to fuck your ass and then watch you lick the shit off my cock. I’d love to watch you take my cock in your mouth and suck it, Mother! I’d love to see your tongue licking my balls and my legs and my cock!”

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Mona looked upward with glassy eyes. “You want to watch me?” she asked in a small voice.

Manjeet nodded.

“Oh, shit, baby!” Mona murmured. “That’s wonderful! I have a mirror in my bedroom. I want you to watch me suck your cock and lick your balls and kiss your ass! I want to feel lewd and dirty and delicious!” She dragged a fingertip along the crack of his ass. “You have a hot little ass, you know that, baby? Your ass feels hot.”

She wormed her finger into the crack of her son’s ass. Manjeet moaned with unexpected pleasure. Mona’s eyes sparkled hotly up at him as she rubbed about his puckered asshole, feeling his cock growing along her cheek. Dipping her fingers between his thighs from behind, she tickled his precious balls for a moment, then drew her finger back to his asshole. She rubbed, pressuring slightly, watching his face for reaction. What she saw was a young face screwing up with pleasure.

“Do you like it when I touch your asshole?” she whispered, rubbing at the ass ring.

“It feels strange, Mother, but … yes, I like it!”

His cock was growing against her cheek, and while she probed at his tight asshole with her finger, she twisted her head, sliding her parted lips along the shaft of her son’s cock. Manjeet stared down at her, his eyes glazed. Mona felt the searing heat of his cock along her lips, and she pushed the tip of her tongue forward, licking.

“Manjeet, tell me to suck your cock,” she purred softly. “Tell mother to suck you!”

“Suck me, Mother!” he responded immediately. “Suck my cock! Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!”

“Mmmmm, you want a nice, hot, wet blow job, baby?”

“Yes, Mother! Give me a blow job!”

“I thought you wanted to watch me suck your cock?” she teased.

“I can watch right here, Mother,” he said urgently. “I can see your face right here.”

But Mona drew back, sliding her tongue up his cock and flicking about his piss hole for a quick instant. Standing up, she smashed her tits together between her arms, both her hands at the crotch of her tight shorts. Manjeet gazed at his mother, looking deliciously sweet with his pants at his knees. His cock was standing out, stiff and throbbing.

“You want to fuck my face, do you?” she whispered softly.

“Yes, Mother!” Manjeet groaned, grabbing his throbbing cock with a tight fist. “I wanna fuck your face! I wanna fuck your mouth!”

“But, Manjeet, I have a nice hot cunt,” she teased. “Why don’t you want to fuck mother’s cunt?”

“I already have fucked your cunt, Mother!” he choked. “I wanna fuck your mouth now!”

“You want to do everything to me, don’t you?” Mona asked. “You want to fuck my mouth and my cunt. I bet you’d want to fuck me in the ass, too, right?”

Manjeet nodded his head, his cock so swollen he would fuck anything at that moment. “I said I would, Mother.”

Mona twisted her hips suggestively, rubbing her fingers at the tight crotch of her shorts, her tits arching out with rigid nipples. She felt slight wetness seeping through her shorts.

“Baby, put your face close to mother’s cunt,” she whispered.

Eagerly, Manjeet went to his knees. Sliding his hands to his mother’s smooth thighs, he pushed his faced close to her crotch.

“Can you feel how hot mother’s cunt is?” she asked hoarsely. “Can you feel the heat coming from mother’s cunt, Manjeet?”

He nodded his head, his face a few inches from her crotch. Mona parted her legs and shoved her crotch toward him. Manjeet didn’t draw away, and when his mother shoved her shorts into his face, he moaned softly and
grasped the cheeks of her tightly clad ass.

“Can you feel the heat better now?” she mewled. “Can you feel me getting wet in my cunt?”

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Bobby moaned with his mouth pressing at his mother’s tight shorts, his hands gripping the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the heat, feel the wetness seeping through the cloth. He could feel the insides of his mother’s exciting thighs against his face, and his cock jerked up
powerfully, almost slapping against his stomach.

“Kiss my cunt!” Mona cried softly. “Kiss mother’s cunt right through those fucking shorts!”

Manjeet opened his mouth and tried to suck his mother’s shorts in, but they were too tight. He sucked, running his tongue along the seam. The taste he got wasn’t much, but was enough to excite him. He squeezed at his mother’s ass, pulling her cunt tightly into his face. Mona held the back of her son’s head, gazing down with glazed eyes, hissing softly as she rubbed her inner thighs about his face. Manjeet’s cheeks were smooth, not rough and scratchy like a man’s face. A man’s face, even if most had just shaved, scratched her thighs terribly sometimes.

Manjeet’s smooth face was almost like a girl’s, and felt so much better.

“You can’t get a good taste of mother’s cunt, can you?” she whispered.

“Would you like for me to take my shorts off? If I took my shorts off, let you see my cunt, would you lick it, baby?”

Manjeet, his head turned upward, his open mouth pressing at the seam of her shorts, looked with sparkling eyes into his mother’s face, noddinghis head and moaning. Mona purred softly and pulled his face as tightly as she could into her crotch.

“Ohhhh, you really will lick mother’s cunt, darling?” she gurgled. “I just love to have my cunt licked! I love to feel a tongue licking at my wet pussy, stabbing into it, sucking at my clitoris! Would you be mother’s sweet, darling cunt-sucker, baby?”

Manjeet’s eyes fogged over as he nodded his head, his hands clinging to his mother’s bunching ass tightly.

“Ooooh, baby!” she cried with excitement. “You be mother’s cunt-sucker and I’ll be your cocksucker, okay?”

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Bobby groaned and Mona pulled her crotch from his face. Manjeet sat on his heels, gazing between her thighs. He saw dark hairs swirling from the crotch, and his cock jerked up and down as he grabbed his once-more-loaded balls with a small hand.

Mona stepped back, her feet widened on the floor, both her hands framing her crotch. “Want to see something exciting, darling?” she asked in a thick voice. “Want to see mother do something exciting?”

Manjeet nodded quickly.

“If I let you see me, will you promise to lick my pussy?”

Again he nodded, vigorously, eager and anxious to do anything his mother wanted. His cock was throbbing and his balls were hot and full again.

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This happened when I was learning Computers. I had a friend whose was damn sexy. She was also learning computers with me. She had a great body. Big breasts, coffee brown hair, black eyes and a coke bottle figure which was really inviting. Sometimes she gave me signals that she wanted me badly but I being a shy guy didn’t respond.

Our friendship had been going on for about 1 year now and we used to meet regularly in Computer institute. On one typical day in institute I was in the computer room with my friend. She suddenly came to me and asked me that could I come to her house on Wednesday. I was taken aback by this sudden request of hers. I was about to say no as I had to go somewhere on Wednesday but I saw a desperation or lust in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted me badly. I said ok I will come at 11:30 in the morning she looking very happy went away. Days passed as Wednesday came near and I was thinking what her purpose of calling me to her house was.

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Then came Wednesday, I rang her doorbell and she opened the damn door. WHOA! She was looking very hot and erotic. I could shag then and there looking at her even in her clothes. Imagine this, an extremely attractive girl with perfectly round and big tits and well shaped ass, in a skin tight sleeveless shirt and very tight pair of jeans which extended only to her knees. WOW! She was making me horny. She told me to come in and I stepped in. There was extreme silence in her house and I could make out that she was alone. She offered me a cold drink and got herself one too.

We were staring at each other. The atmosphere was what you call romantic and I had no idea what was to follow. I asked her the reason why she had called me and she said she was having trouble in a computer lesson. I asked her to show it to me and brought a book. I glanced at her and she looked curious about my reaction. She asked me if I could explain it to her. I was hesitating but I continued. While I was explaining frequently I found her hand nearing my cock. I didn’t think of it as anything at first but slowly she slid nearer to me. It was making me really aroused and my cock was bulging in my tight jeans.

She was staring right at my erection and that was making me horny. At last when she saw that I wasn’t going’ to grab her and fuck her like hell she tried to seduce me by fondling with her huge tits. My eyes stuck at her boobs and she said come let’s have some fun. We were sitting on a couch and she came near me. I was too mad with lust at that point and put my lips on hers and kissed like a mad man. She fully cooperated and embraced me with both her arms. Her tits were pressing against my chest. They were as soft as, I can’t describe how soft and smooth they were. I knew that this was the day me. I was exploring her back while kissing her and my finger went into her jeans and touched her panty.

That was the first step in our sex adventure. Finally we stopped kissing. She stared right in my eyes as if warning me that this was going to be hardcore. She put her hand on my rock-hard 7″ penis and started massaging my lund.

I felt I that I would cum right then but I controlled. Meanwhile I was playing with her soft kai (BOOBS) from the outside of the shirt. Then slowly I reached inside and squeezed her nipples. It was heaven! She unzipped my jeans and took them off. My underwear with a tent in the middle because of my erection. She was delighted to see me in that state. I too tore off her shirt and she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits jumped out. Beautiful! She slid down my underwear and held my 7″ manhood in her hand.

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It was too big for her hand so she used both hands to hold it. She stripped off her jeans and bent down on her knees. I knew what she was doing and gave her my cock. She instantly took it in her mouth. The bloody bitch. She must have watched a whole lot of blue films to know that much about sex. She gave me a wonderful blowjob. It hurt at first when her teeth rubbed against the skin but slowly pain turned to pleasure. She kept sucking my cock for about 5 minutes when I told her that I was going to take it out as I was about to release my load.

She insisted that I shoot it in her mouth and held onto my penis. I shot all the sperm in her mouth and she gulped it like a whore. Some of it dripped out of her mouth and that aroused my dick and it got erect for another round instantly. I knew all the sex positions and thought of trying the 69 one. She agreed and I licked her pussy like a hungry dog.

She was sucking my balls while I was trying to make her cum. Her pussy was sweet in taste like honey and too tight to even let my tongue in. She was moaning ahhhhhhh ooooohhhh oooooomph! I was afraid that the neighbors might come check what was going on but luckily it didn’t happen. I told her that I was going to fuck her between her breasts and she lied down on the couch. She pressed her tits and made a tunnel in between them so that we could get maximum pleasure. I did that for about 15 minutes and loved every second of it. Again I cummed on her breasts. I slowly bit her nipples and sucked on one while playing with the other. I could tell that she was having a great time. Next up was finger fucking; I put my index finger in her love hole and started stroking them up and down. She was loving it and giving loud moans of pleasure.

After a few minutes , when I felt that her cunt was loose enough I used my second finger too and licked my fingers which had the taste of her pussy juice. I made her lick the fingers too. She told me in between her moans and gasps that please enter my love hole. I was desperately waiting for that and I told her to lie down on the carpet and open her legs wide.

I came near her hole with my cock and she grabbed it and guided it into the pussy. For some time she supervised the strokes with her hand but then left it to me. I started pushing harder and she was screaming with pain. I slowed down and asked her if she had Vaseline or something. She got up with a lot of effort and went into a room and came back with Vaseline and handed it to me. I took some Vaseline rubbed it on my cock and some inside her pussy and told her that this would ease the pain a lot. She looked relieved and asked me to start the fuck again. I pushed my cock in her. She screamed but a lot less. I started fucking her slowly with gentle strokes. A smile of ultimate pleasure came on her lips. That girl was enjoying it more than me. I fucked her for a long, long time and instantly stopped when I was about to cum.

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She and I cummed together and I could feel her juice on my cock. We both stopped and relaxed, my cock still inside her. We were exhausted after that and lay on our backs. I took out my limp penis out of her hole and put my clothes on and she slipped into another shirt as I had torn the previous one. We both sat on the couch she turned on the Air Conditioner. We both hugged each other and I kissed her passionately. We had something to eat as we were completely out of energy. Then the doorbell rang and her mother stepped in, she asked her if I had explained her lesson. She told her mom that she really enjoyed the chapter and will never forget it and secretly winked at me. I smiled and after some time came home. It was really the best experience ever for me. I r

eally like her and I am very sad that she had to go away and miss her a lot. I wish that she would come back and then we could have sex again.

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I had been fucked by my husband’s father. I didn’t know how I would face Adeel tonight. What would I tell him? Could I tell him what his father did to me? I sat on the bathroom floor, folded my leg close to my thighs and rested my head over my knees. Tears began to streak down my eyes. Water from the shower continued drenching my shivering body. I knew that I could not tell Adeel of what had happened with me. I should have told him on the first occasion itself; I cursed myself.

Now he wouldn’t take the news easily. Although he loved me but he would not accept me for fucking his father. No… I wouldn’t tell him. I don’t know how long I stayed there. Finally, I got up, and wiped my face clearing the tears from my eyes. I washed my cunt, then opened the bathroom door and came out. Father-in-law was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom. His legs were wide open, and he was sporting another massive erection. In my rush, I had forgotten to lock my room’s door. “You shouldn’t have left,” He smiled lecherously. “I still need you.” Frozen with shock, I stared at him incredulously. “Look,” he pointed toward his hard on, “he’s still hungry.”

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“No… Not again.” I mumbled. “Please get out.” He didn’t listen to me; rose from his position and came near to me. He grabbed my soaked body in his arms and dragged me to my bed. “No… No…” I resisted. He pushed me on the bed. “I’ll tell Adeel.” I said meekly. “No… won’t.” He began stroking his already rigid cock. “You tell Adeel… and I’ll throw you out.” I looked at him like a terrified kitten. Father-in-law sat on the edge. “You’ll like it Nilu… believe me…you’ll like it.” His voice was suddenly soft. “I’ll make you very happy.”

“No… I can’t do it… please.” I made a meek effort to stop him. “No but…” He gently brushed his hand over my wet bush. “Adeel will never know about it… I promise you.” I didn’t know whether to believe him or not. Father-in-law began rubbing my pussy. His index finger touched my clit, and he brushed it coarsely. I squeezed my thighs. He played with my wet hairy clit, slowly running his fingers up and down. I didn’t want to admit it, but his rough finger felt good over my love bud. His antics slowly tickled some unknown nerves, and my body began to respond to his touch. I could feel a mild wave of pleasure radiating through my loins.

All of a sudden, my cunt lips jerked involuntarily. “You like it Nilu…” Father-in-law whispered his voice hoarse with lust. “I know you like it.” I was sure that his poking fingers must have sensed the twitching in my pussy. My face turned red. I closed my eyes with shame. “Spread your legs.” He said suddenly. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He put his hand over my thigh and pushed. As if, my body accepted his command, my knees fell apart, allowing him full view of my wet pussy. He lustily gazed at my hairy slit while licking his lips. He kept on playing with my clit. With his free hand, he started stroking his bulging cock.

His fingers massaged around my cunt lips and clit; my body began to buck with pleasure. The copious secretion from my cunt began to ooze out, slowly seeping down to my puckered hole. I wanted to stop him… wanted to move his hand off my clit. I realized if he kept rubbing my cunt like that, I would succumb to the pleasure and nothing would stop me from cumming. I was slowly losing my self- control; my body responding more eagerly to his manipulations.

‘Get off you scum’ — I wanted to scream. I opened my lips. All that came out was a loud whimper. “Ahhhhhhh…” I gave a long moan, my body became tense; my body reeled with a mind blowing orgasm. I squeezed my cunt around his finger tightly and went into total spasm. My cunt throbbed and throbbed around his finger, and it inundated his probing digit with a fresh release of my juice. Father-in-law groaned happily. Immediately, he withdrew his finger and moved to between my legs. He positioned himself and grabbed his cock in his fist. I was mesmerized by the purple-colored, bloated cock-head which had a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip. Again, a silent battle ensued between my mind and body. I wanted to push him off and run away from my room, but my body refused. It stayed motionless… with fear or lust, I didn’t know.

His cock nudged between my cunt lips. Father-in-law slowly pushed his cock into me. “No…” I cried; but my cunt readily accepted the intruding organ. I felt a gentle twinge, a faint memory of our previous fuck, as his cock moved inside my slippery canal. His cock was completely buried in me with one smooth push. I moaned softly as his balls slapped against my ass. He smiled happily, looking at me with his lust filled eyes. “You like it darling… you like it.” He began fucking me with long strokes. I lay beneath him silently, receiving his gigantic cock in and out of my pussy. Within a span of thirty minutes, I was getting fucked for the second time by my father-in-law. My own response was completely different from the first time. My cunt was responding very eagerly. It lapped his every stroke, sucking his cock into its ravenous depth.

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“Nilu…” He spoke hoarsely. “Yes…”

“You like my cock inside your cunt… don’t you.”

“No… ahhh… ahhh…” My mind was reeling with pleasure, but I was not ready to accept it yet. He was my rapist. I didn’t do it willingly; he forced me to do it. However, my own body refused to accept my logic– it reeled and bucked with pleasure. He groaned. Grabbing my legs, he lifted them high in the air, and began fucking harder. In and out, in and out… his massive cock bore into my pussy, making it beg for more. With every stroke, he pushed deeper and deeper; his balls slapped noisily against my ass. I didn’t realize when I started moaning. Father-in-law pumped harder and harder. My pussy clutched tightly around his shaft. He was panting with the effort.

I thirstily waited for him to erupt inside me again. Moments later, he reached his climax. He rammed his cock inside for the final time. His spitting cock pumped hot cum deep into my pussy. It drove me over the edge. I dug my fingers into the material of bed sheet to prevent me fainting with rapture. He emptied his balls deep, then slowly got off me. His cum began to ooze out of my freshly fucked pussy. I didn’t move, closed my eyes and enjoyed the blissful moment. When I opened my eyes, father-in-law was sitting on the edge of my bed. His hands were on my naked thighs. He was gently stroking them. He looked at me and smiled. “Don’t say anything to Adeel.” He was smiling, but the threat was very clear. “I’ll make you very happy.”

I gave him a delirious look, but didn’t speak. He got up, gave a final pat to my naked thigh and went out of the room. He didn’t even close the door behind him. I watched him going, suddenly realizing that my bed was soaked because when he dragged me to bed, I was fresh out of the shower. I didn’t feel any hurry. I just lay there, feeling his hot cum oozing out of my pussy, dribbling down to my ass and then to the bed underneath. I realized that I would never be able to tell the truth to Adeel. I had enjoyed my second fuck with my father-in-law. My cunt was sore when I went to my bedroom that night. Adeel arrived early that evening.

I served dinner to them– Adeel, his father and the kids. Father-in-law was very talkative. He joked with the kids and discussed business with Adeel. He even advised him to bring some gift for me the next day. During dinner, I avoided going out to the veranda and stayed mostly in the safety of my kitchen. I was afraid to face my husband in front of his father. I was worried that he would read on my face what had transpired between his father and me during the day. The kids were already asleep when I entered my bedroom. Adeel was awake–waiting for me. I avoided eye contact, turned off the lights and silently slipped into the bed beside him.

I lay with my back toward him. I felt his hand over me, and he pulled me into his arms. “No… Not today… I’m tired.” I told him. He didn’t seem to listen. His hands began to explore my private parts, and he began to strip me. I had no courage to stop him. I lay there silently letting him remove my clothes.

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As she bathed, she smiled to herself. She had been dancing suggestively in front of him for some months now, not really knowing what would eventually happen. She had known it excited him, and dancing always made her feel passionate.

When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the wetness on his fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her mind that Manjeet had never been fucked before. She was, though, surprised that his cock had remained so hard after coming so much. Mona had fucked a few men, but no one had ever kept a hard-on after coming off the way her son had. And he came so much, really squirted it out. She had read or heard someplace that a man came only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether that was true or not, it wasn’t the case with her son. She was sure he could have filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot. Even her ex-husband, Manjeet’s father, had not come that much, nor had he kept a hard-on.

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Mona prided herself on having a hot cunt, a cunt that could drain a man’s balls quickly and made his cock droop. But that wasn’t the case with her son, obviously.

Mona was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had never been able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only twice before, once to her boyfriend in high school, and then to her husband. She had hoped they would indulge her fantasies, but what happened was they called her weird and strange and filthy. She didn’t think she was strange or weird. She had read a great deal. She felt frustrated most of the time. She dreamed of finding herself a partner with the same hungers she suffered with, and thought that if she would make herself available at
singles bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a might, a very big might. Mona didn’t want to take such a chance on developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on her ass when she revealed her desires.

She was tired of the macho bullshit, tired of having to wait like a good little girl for some man to say what he wanted, then to be used by him. There was something wrong, she felt, when a man could have such desires, demand the woman perform them, and then call her a filthy slut and bitch if she demanded to be satisfied by a man.

If her cunt was hot and wet, she was a hot ass. If she sucked a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his cock, she was too aggressive.

Mona was tired of the whole bundle of shit.

She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Mona. She wanted to let her hungers and desires be known, accepted, and enjoyed. She knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own wild desires, because Mona would not hesitate to feed them, provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for stroke, Mona would give as much as she received.

Getting out of the tub, she fowled her slender body. Tossing the towel into the hamper, she padded naked into her bedroom. She stood and looked at herself in the huge mirror on the wall. She had installed the mirror long after her husband had gone. She loved to look at herself naked. She loved to see her saucy tits, her hairy cunt and curvy ass. The body was beautiful to her, something to enjoy.

Mona was about five-feet-eight. She had a rich auburn color to her hair, with coppery highlights that caught the sun. Her eyes were slightly almond-shaped, green with flecks of gold. Her nose was small and perfect for her oval-shaped face. Her lips were full and moist. She had a slender neck, and her tits had not changed in any way since high school. They still stood up in perky sweetness, firm, with lovely nipples half an inch long. Her nipples were a light-brown color, with a big circle of pebbled flesh surrounding them. She had a small waist and a flat stomach, with a becoming dimple of a belly button.

Her hips were round and shapely, and her legs, as men had said, went on forever. They were slim and shapely, and she loved to feel them wrapped about a man’s hips. The hair of her cunt was shaped like a fan, thick in the middle, thinning out toward her hip bones. Her cunt was sculptured, the lips puffy but not large. The tip of her clitoris protruded slightly from the folds of her pussy, just enough to touch her panties and remind her it was there.

She ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, smiling at her reflection. Manjeet had certainly enjoyed her cunt, she thought. It was a shame she didn’t have a man to enjoy her pussy as well, a man who would accept her as she was without thinking she was strange.

Parting her thighs, she pulled at the lips of her pussy, enjoying the stretching feeling. Her clitoris bulged outward, and she smiled down at it. Brushing a fingertip over her clitoris, she felt an immediate response, and a shiver moved up and down her spine. She placed two fingers along her clitoris, and smashed it. A sigh of pleasure came from her. It had only been perhaps an hour since she had fucked her son, and already she wanted more cock. But that was no surprise to Mona; she thrived on hard cock, wanted prick all the time, inside her, outside her, and doing those wild things men had called her weird for.

Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, white like the others, she wondered if her son was still in the living room. She squeezed herself into the tight shorts, adjusting them. Now that she had fucked him, she deliberately made certain her pussy slit was outlined, and even caused a few dark cunt hairs to swirl from the crotch. The white shorts were thin, and the darker shadow of her cunt hair could be seen through them.

She considered a blouse or sweater, and grinning impishly at herself, realized it no longer mattered.

Moving from her room, feeling delicious to have her tits free, she peeked into her son’s room, and it was empty. She peeked into the hall bath, and it, too, was empty.

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Manjeet was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He had stuffed his cock back into his pants, and he sat there slumped, legs stretched, looking half asleep. He looked up at his mother as she entered, and Mona paused near the door. He gazed at his mother’s naked tits, then looked into her eyes.

“Well, baby, are you ashamed?” she asked.

Manjeet shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face, his eyes lighting up.

Mona leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand on her hip. “I guess I said some pretty wild things, didn’t I?” Mona asked. “I couldn’t help it, Manjeet. Sometimes it gets that way.”

“It’s okay, Mother,” he replied, and she detected a quiver in his voice.

“What I said … those words,” she asked in a soft voice, “did they … excite you?”

“Yeah, Mother!” he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on her beautiful tits.

She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they were still wet from her cunt. The bulging of his cock and balls made her tremble with hunger again. She ran her tongue over her lips, and started toward him. Manjeet caught sight of her crotch, and she heard him suck in a sharp hiss of air.

Standing near him, Mona leaned down slightly, and cupped her son’s crotch, squeezing his cock and balls gently.

“Mmmmm, nice, honey,” she whispered softly. “Very, very nice.”

Manjeet parted his legs, arching his hips up.

“Ahhhh, you like this, huh?” She grinned at him, squeezing his cock and balls again.

Manjeet started to lift his hand to her tits, and stopped.

“Touch them if you want, baby,” she urged throatily.

To show her son she meant it, she rubbed up and down the crotch of his pants, feeling his cock starting to swell “You can play with mother’s titties, Manjeet. You can play with them, feel them, pull them, squeeze them, suck them!”

Manjeet closed his hands about his mother’s tits, feeling the firmness. He teased her nipples, stroking them almost as if they were fragile.

“Twist my nipples,” Mona hissed. “Twist them and pull them. You won’t hurt them, baby.”

As he twisted and pulled at her nipples, Mona mewled softly, pressing down on his cock. When his prick was up and hard, she rubbed her palm along his cock.

“Let’s take it out again, okay, darling?”

“Oh, yes, Mother!” he replied, cupping her tits tightly.

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“What is it?”

“Where have you kept my tie. I just can’t find it anywhere. ”

“It’s inside the wardrobe. ”

Amit always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married ten years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast… it went on and on until Amit left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.

Anita either slept nude or in a panty and that is why she made it a point to get up before the children. She had been asleep when the doorbell rang. She asked Amit to open the door but he was too sleepy. She tiptoed on her bare feet and peeped through the key hole. It was the maid Lakshmi. Anita opened to door. Lakshmi had had seen her nude off and on and so there was no problem in letting her see the breasts once again. Once in a while they had also discussed the lovemaking aspects of weddings. Lakshmi went to the kitchen and Anita saw that one of her anklets was missing. That is what happened when Amit made violent love. Before going to the kitchen she pulled on a knee length nightie and went to the kitchen.

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Mornings were even tougher when the maid didn’t turn up. Lakshmi was a nice person and always went out of her way to help Anita. She never refused to do anything, quite unlike most of the maids employed by her friends and neighbours. When they had moved into this beautiful bungalow in Pratap Ganj, in the eastern suburbs of the city, she had felt elated. The apartment blocks would no longer stifle her. No doubt to it, she hated living in apartments.

But then Lakshmi had her own share of problems – her drunkard and abusive husband. He would return home late most of the days just managing to keep himself steady and would beat her up for flimsy reasons. Whenever the thrashing got too hard she had to stay away from work for a day or two. Anita pitied Lakshmi. Why did she stay with him? At times she tried to imagine an abusive Amit. If anything like that ever happened she would, surely, walk out. It was not a question of how much it hurt physically; it would be an intolerable insult on self-esteem. Then she would laugh at her idea of an abusive Amit…after all they had been college sweethearts and knew each other so well.

Whenever Anita expressed her opinion to Lakshmi, she laughed patiently.

“You don’t understand everything. ” Lakshmi would say, leaving Anita wondering.

But, Lakshmi had agreed that next time he repeated it she would bring him over for Anita to try to talk him out of this beastly habit. Yesterday when Anita learnt from another maid that Lakshmi wont turn up for work for a day or two she had expected them. They hadn’t turned up till now.

“Vipin and Varsha, I want you to finish your breakfast within five minutes. ” She warned. The kids were in their usual habit of messing up with the breakfast. Vipin with eight summers behind him was capable of taking care of himself but his six year old sister was still the baby of the family.

She looked up at the wall clock. It was eight-thirty.

“Honey, I’m off. Might be late in the evening. Amit stood beside her in the kitchen just long enough to plant a kiss on her cheek and if the situation permitted he would just slide the nighty aside and give a peck on her nipples. It’s one of those gestures that have stayed with them for the last twelve years. She followed him out of the kitchen, yanked the kids out of the table and sent them off to the bedroom to get dressed for school. They managed to do that on their own.

As she started to get dressed standing in front of the wardrobe mirror she mused that there was at least one bright side to her tough schedule. It definitely helped her to stay in shape. She was slim, tall – almost five feet seven and medium complexioned. She knew that even at thirty-two she was attractive.

“You are still a head turner, honey. ” Amit was always saying that. It was a harmless leg pulling on his part but going by the way people stared at her she knew he wasn’t wrong. Having put on her pale blue saree she turned, her side facing the mirror and arranged her shoulder length hair. That’s perfect, she decided. No unwanted prominence.

“Mama, we are ready. ” Their shout brought her back to her senses. It was time she took them to the bus stop for their school bus but luckily they went with Mrs. Pareek.

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She flopped down on the bed. She felt too tired even to change her clothes. The blast of cool air from the ceiling fan helped her relax. It went just like that on day’s Lakshmi didn’t turn up. Later, she would get up, change and have her breakfast. A brief flip through the newspaper before she returned to the kitchen to get on with her daily chores. Now the only thing she could think of was to relax under the fan. Everything else could wait. She closed her eyes just to enjoy that stupor of sleep come over her.

The ringing doorbell brought her back to her senses. She looked at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock.

“Who can it be?” She murmured rising from the comfort of the bed. Peeping into the door-eye she could see Lakshmi standing outside. She opened the door to let her in. It was then that she noticed the man standing a couple of yards behind her, right on the driveway. She wondered whether she should let him in. She was wearing only a sleeveless nightie with no bra and a thong pantie which Amit liked. But since Lakshmi was there Anita decided to let them in.

“Do I need to tell you what happened day before yesterday?” Lakshmi said.

No, she nodded. “I have brought him with me. See whether you can talk him out of this beastly habit. I have my doubts. ”

Anita made way for Lakshmi to get into the house. As Lakshmi went past her she looked at the man standing there.

“Come in and close the door behind you. ”

She walked into the drawing room and sat down on the sofa. She was in a fix, should she invite them to sit on another sofa or on the floor. Before she could decide, Lakshmi made herself comfortable on the floor. Her husband followed suit.

“What’s your name?”

“Bhasu”

It was for the first time Anita had a close look at him. Unshaved, it looked he was having a hangover. That’s nothing surprising considering his habits. Otherwise, his hair was neatly combed and the shirt he was wearing was one of those she had given to Lakshmi. He looked fine in it. He must be around forty or so, she decided. He was couple of inches taller than she. Lakshmi had told her that he was a mason. Anita saw that his eyes were locked on her breasts. She wondered whether he could see her nipples through the thin material.

The next quarter of an hour she talked to them, at length, about the virtues of being a teetotaler. He seemed to understand everything, agreeing with her that he should get rid of this habit. While talking to them she bent down to pick a ball that the children had left on the floor. At that time the nightie also fell and she was sure that Bhasu saw her breasts.

“Nobody had explained to me the problems of being a drunkard the way you have done. ” He went on. “You are definitely younger to me in age but you are more matured. I guess, that’s what education does to you. Don’t worry, from this moment onwards I’ll concentrate on earning a decent living rather than wasting our earnings on drinks. ”

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As they left, she could make out the gratitude on Lakshmi’s face.

More than an hour had passed by. She was still leafing through the newspaper…not feeling like starting the chores in the kitchen. But first, she had to change. She got up and started towards the bedroom. Just then the doorbell rang.

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I was very tired with the journey, and felt very uncomfortable as it was a new place. I washed my face and started changing into a nightie. I felt that the senior girl Sharmila was looking very curiously at me, and smiling.

I felt shy as I’m a beautiful girl 19 years old fair, 5’6 height, 56kg weight and very big 38 size breast that are firm with dark brown nipples and pointed tits, with a good shape that can attract even the girls. My belly is round, deep and big and I have a round beautiful ass, long legs and good thighs, I removed my salwar kameez and I was wearing only a bra, which can’t cover my big boobs.

Sharmila, a 20 year old stunner, passed a comment on how beautiful I was, which I received with smile.

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Like all other collages in India in my collage also there was a ragging problem. At around 10pm at night, a group of six girls came to my room and shut the door behind them. They are seniors and have been here a couple of years and are in the final year of studying.

First they caught the other new girl who and asked all sorts of personal questions. Then Sharmila introduced me to the girls. One of the girls asked me about my bra size. I felt shy and awkward at such a question.

Grasping the opportunity another girl squeezed my breasts and said

“Wow, they feel wonderful”.

All other girls asked me to take of my nightie. I was helpless and I had obey there order, and take off my nightie. I was wearing pink color bra and panties which were very suitable for my color. Sharmila asked me to take off my bra. I refused but one girl pulled my bra and yanked it releasing my gorgeous boobs.

One girl pulled my panties, and all of them saw my clean shaved pussy, with long lips.

“Nice cunt” one girl passed the comment.

They asked me to masturbate for them, to which I refused.

“Tho kiske saat choodwayegi” (So you wanna fuck with us?) one other girl asked.

I got annoyed and swore, “Fuck you bitch”.

She slapped me hard on my face and said “saali tere gand chodhungi” (Bitch ill fuck you in your ass).

She then stripped herself and I saw her naked flesh. She is a beautiful 22 year old girl, with 34 size boobs with black nipples. Her unshaved pussy had silky long pubic hair.

She pushed me on to the bed. I was confused, unable to understand what was happening. She started kissing me on my lips and I started to protest.

Sharmila also took off her dress and started squeezing my nipples. The other girls also stripped and wanted to get in on the action.

The girl started kissing me deeply with her tongue in my mouth. One girl started sucking my nipple and some others started licking my thighs. My body becomes so light, and I got the feeling like I was flying. That was my first kiss and I cooperated to that girl by opening my mouth, and she got more from me.

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I was lying on the bed naked with all of the other girls around me with there naked bodies. I felt so hot that I started sweating. One girl started smelling underneath my arms, and started licking my right breast and another girl from left. Two girls shared my thighs and one girl started licking my wet pussy.

I wanted to be fucked by someone. And I asked the girls to fuck me. They took the promise that I will keep open my wet pussy for them, to fuck any time, and asked me to choose any of them as it’s my first experience. All of them are beautiful, but I choose Priya. She is really a rare beauty, fair long dark hair, 5.5″ height 36 size perfect breast with brown nipple, deep belly and sweet horny cont, with light silky hair. All of the others appreciated my selection, and asked me to open my legs so that they can lick my pussy for that day. After squeezing my breast and ass, all having taken kisses from me, they took the new girl to lick there pussy’s.

Myself, Priya and Sharmila were left alone in the room and we had sex all night. We licked each others pussies all night. We had multiple orgasms throughout the night.

Sharmila bought her sex toys out of the cupboard for us to use. I used the anal beads on Priya making her scream and cream. Sharmila used a 12 inch dildo on me and made me cum.

I found a double ended dildo that I had always fantasized about using. Sharmila helped me and Priya to get in the sitting position and inserted the dildo into our wet pussies. She told us to wrap our legs around each other and start pushing the dildo into each other. We both came simultaneously.

Sharmila strapped on a 9 inch dildo around her waist and got both me and Priya to suck it. Priya bent me over the bed and she lay on her back on top of me. Sharmila entered Priya’s pussy and after a few jerks took the strap-on out of Priya’s pussy and inserted it into my wet pussy. She did this for around twenty minutes fucking us and not letting us cum. She kept pulling out of us just as we were about to cum. When Priya did eventually cum, all her juices came gushing into my asshole.

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Priya got off me and started licking her juices from my asshole. I felt dirty that she was tonguing my backdoor. As I was about to cum I heard Sharmila say to Priya shall I take her up her Gaand (Asshole). Priya replied that she was lubed up, ready and waiting.

I was shocked as Sharmila put the head of the cock at my asshole entrance. I started protesting but to no avail. Priya had got hold of my arms and had pinned me down. Sharmila started to force the cock up my ass. Priya whispered into my ear that I was going to enjoy it. I had never taken a cock in my ass before and it hurt.

Sharmila got the head of the cock up my ass and started jerking with force and within a couple of thrusts she had all nine inches up my ass. I was screaming and crying as the pain was intense. Sharmila grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. It hurt even more as she applied more pressure. Priya was twisting and pinching my nipples causing more sensation to my body. A couple of minutes later I came, with a scream.

Sharmila said to me that from now on I am her bitch and she can do anything to me and that I will have to obey her.

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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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When Pranay married Rinky, I remember we talked a lot about virginity and he was happy that she was a virgin when they were married and Pranay took her virginity on their wedding night. Though his penis is very normal in size about five inch long and 2 inch thick, Pranay said that she had cried and bled a lot, when her hymen was broken by him. But she got over it. Over the next few weeks, he had sex with her whenever he wished. She was very shy during sex. But as she was so innocent and fresh, the more he looked at her, he slowly developed an obsession and one day confided to me. His obsession was to watch another man to have sex with her very roughly!.

His obsession grew and grew to a point, I explained him to keep it as a fantasy, but he did want to take it further. He simply could think of nothing except to watch that scene in his mind. He knew that being a very conservative girl from a rural family she would simply not agree to fulfill his obsessions. But yet, his obsession grew and every time he thought about it, his penis would get erect! He contacted people in yahoo and magazines but many were the crooks who wanted a whore. he was scared and so was she he one day was crying near me and saying it’s worse for him as he wants it and she is scared. I tried to console its not easy for Indian woman to accept this fantasy and he was continuously trying.

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Slowly, he started renting pornographic video movies and began making her watch them along with him, during nights – to expose her to the sexual activities that people were taking pleasure in around the world. Though she was not comfortable watching porn, yet, just to please him, she watched them. He then broached upon the subject of bringing another man to their bedroom to have sex with her. She was shocked and completely refused. Over the next few weeks, he kept on asking her and was pleading me to help him talk to her. Yet I kept on refusing him to be out of their family affairs. One day he suddenly proposed Rinky my name and said he is close to us and we can have it if he agrees .Rinky was afraid and ashamed that I think bad of her .he came to me and proposed and asked me to join them. I did not know it will come on me finally.

Pranay slowly revealed to me over the next few weeks, his obsession and even showed her snaps to me. He had a detailed discussion with her .She was very hesitant. He told her that as he would be with her and bib is close friend, there would be no problem. As she had been pestered by him everyday, for almost two months, she finally agreed. He arranged for me to come their house on Saturday night. On Saturday evening, in order to make her look very exciting to me, he personally prepared her (he called me and said he is making her ready). He lovingly bathed her and helped her to dress in a sexy black bra and panty. Over that, he made her wear a sleeveless white blouse and a nice white cotton petticoat. Then he helped her to wear a simple and nice white saree (white was my all time favorite).

Then He helped her to comb her long hair and apply a simple make up. She was looking nice when I came and smiled she was nervous. I said relax. if it doesn’t work no issues slowly and shyly with a lot of nervousness she walked in carrying the tray with the bottle and glasses. My eyes almost popped out looking at her! As we drank a couple of pegs, Pranay could see that I could simply not keep my eyes off her body. She further could make out the form of my erection inside my pant. Pranay was getting thrilled with anticipation of what I would do to her lovely vagina.

After sometime and a few pegs, Pranay, asked us to go to the bedroom. In the bedroom I sat on the chair as Rinky and Pranay came in and locked it .Rinky came and sat on the bed. I moved near her and touched her back and began to stroke downwards to her ass. Rinky smiled and pressed her ass against my legs as we began touching and teasing each other all over our bodies and Pranay watched. Pranay was getting an erection Pranay switched on a porn film which was showing a gangbang I was getting heated up as Rinky saw the bulge. I just placed my arms on her shoulders and felt her breasts. she was breathing heavy as Pranay removed his pants and was stroking his cock.

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Pranay came over and removed her dress gradually She was shy, but got over I was dumb struck seeing her breasts firmness and a slim figure, clean armpits ,shaved pussy ,as she opened her hairs ,she was a sexy goddess . My cock began to rise and it was visible as I was on a shorts. Pranay saw that and told her as she watched and smiled. He kissed her and began to suck her breasts and fondled her pussy. She was clean shaved. It was all going over my head, the porn film and all the sleaze of this couple I got up and went up to the bed and sat besides them for the first time I held Rinky hand and kissed her. Pranay was busy licking her ear lobes. Rinky came near me and we had a deep kiss as I fondled her tight breast she pulled of my shorts. I was now naked and Pranay just remove of him selves. Pranay said wow, he is bigger and we had a laugh. I’m about 7 and thick.

She smiled. I began to suck her breasts as Pranay was also began sucking the other tit. She began to moan and said it’s a crazy feeling and moaned louder (she was very vocal I came to know) .we began to lick her whole body as I played with her pussy, she stroke my cock with one hand and the other hand was Pranay cock. I began to lick her pussy and Pranay joined. In a flat 5 min she was all in cum and wild as two tongues licked her pussy .It was a real tight nice pussy. Pranay and Rinky did not know that I’m a longtime licker .I continued to lick her for 15 min further and she was all in wild orgasms as Pranay began to suck her tits. When I stopped, she saw me with blank eyes saying “gosh how do u lick so long you will make any woman quiver that way” Now her pussy was all of cum and bed was real soiled and wet.

After the long lick I just sat with my back resting on the bed rest. She came over and held me, and licked my chest nipples (that was a weak area as I get excited) as I just closed eyes, she saw me getting heated as she licked all again and went to my cock. She kissed my cock first and began licking and sucking .Pranay came near her and sat so that she took turns in sucking mine and Pranay cock. I hadn’t had sex for a while and she was just making my day. She sucked long .It went on for a while when Pranay shot of my cum while she sucked, she just swallowed up. the scene and the film was getting me to an height of orgasm as I wanted to cum, With the cum she swallowed she began sucking mine and I was about to cum so removed my cock, she said it was ok for her to take it and Pranay watched saying he would love to see that.

I shot my load as her mouth was filled with my load of cum as it was lot since I hadn’t fucked for a while and not masturbated in recent times .Rinky sucked all and swallowed everything as Pranay watched, She smiled with my cum on her face and he said It was hot we rested for a while Rinky went for a wash and I went later and so Pranay after a while I got engaged again in a passionate tongue to tongue kiss with Rinky right in front of Pranay as she stroked by cock .I sucked her breasts as she moaned.

I positioned myself kneeling on the bed, so that she could put each of her thighs, either side on each of my shoulders. My penis was now only an inch away from my tiny vagina! She was completely excited. Pranay, also became extremely excited and slipped closer to us, so that he could watch clearly. I started my sensuous massage on my upper thighs. I was extremely excited. Slowly I started massaging the outer lips of her vagina. She started squirming. I pulled her closer to me. My penis now started touching her vaginal entrance. I continued massaging her vagina with my fingers. She was getting more and more excited by the minute. I looked at Pranay.

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I stood for a moment and gazed at my body, appreciating my firm, round breasts, nearly perfect tummy and shapely legs. I reached forward and cupped her breasts, lowering my face to the softness. I don’t know how long I spent kissing, nibbling, sucking and caressing her breasts, as time seemed to stand still in the room lit by early summer sunlight. She back arched and small throaty moans would occasionally make their way into the lustful air, adding fuel to the fire, which was on its way to being out of control. I remember her being lay down on the bed, and head resting on satin. My hands and fingers were rubbing her pubic area forcing her to moan louder and twitch as I rubbed her ever-swelling clit as it cried to be pounded.

As I rubbed her clit into near climax, my mouth never left her breasts and neck. She was so close to being desperate for more, and almost demanded outright that I go down on her and fuck her. I read her mind, because at just the end of her ability to hold on, I moved my face to where my hand had just been. Now, with my fingers slipping inside, searching out the wettest area, she could feel my mouth blow hot air onto her pubic area just above her clit. It needed a hard fuck, while I just began to lick. I thought she was going to be afire right then and there! My fingers teasingly played with her G-spot while I nibbled and mouthed her. It was the most intensely erotic experience she had experienced in a very long time.

By now she was moaning so loudly that a fleeting vision entered my mind. It was of her husband, watching us and listening to her groans and moans of pleasure, with my penis as hard as a rock, and my imagination taking over every aspect of my existence. Finally I returned to my prior position and parted her legs to fit my desires. She could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan as it offered caresses of its own on her wet, curly hair and moist vaginal lips. I lowered myself and with skilled fingers I parted her lips and forced her engorged clitoris out of its hiding.

She could feel the blood racing to her entire pubic area, making it hotter and even more sensitive. Fingers slid in and out of my pussy, reaching farther than she thought possible, just to be pulled back out and then plunged back in, creating an exquisite rhythm with the beats of her heart and the breath in my chest. Dancing madly to the rhythm was a tongue talented; it alone took her breath away. I moved in such a way, she thought briefly that surely I must be a part of a wild dream. With every plunge, lick, suck, nibble, rub, push, and dart, she felt her body quiver, jolt and respond to me without her permission or her control.

Her body was mine as I brought her to a shuddering, explosive, convulsive and nearly mind -blowing orgasm. She wrapped her fingers around my back and dug her nails into my back, throwing her hips into my face only to jerk them back, pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again. Her groans had long since been replaced by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy, which she would feel for days each time Pranay spoke a word. As her orgasm slowly subsided and her breathing reached a fairly normal rate, she could sense both of our eyes on her .I noticed her belly, moving with each breath, as did her breasts, still taut and rigid from the attention they received. Her chest was flushed and splotchy with excitement. Her face was red. Her lips were pouting and nearly plum red from biting and sucking on them in the thrust of Cumming.

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