Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES

[ashishrajan]

Kishor's two friends accepted their fate
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Kishor,” My 2 ex colleagues from hotel called me today, they want to visit us, I told them to
come Sunday, did I do any wrong.”
Bhavna,” of course not, you have social life, by the way I will be happy you will wear shirt pant,
I be their loving Bhabhi. I will cook, you guys just enjoy, even I will serve you drinks, not an
issue.”

Saying she hugged Kishor assuring she is same Bhavna as she earlier was loving caring dutiful
wife. Bhavna on sunday cooked food, Kishor was feeling odd for wearing shirt pant but relaxing.
Sonia is out with her bike, this time not with Nikhil but with her friends.
Around morning 11 am two medium height men arrived by autoricksaw to Kishor’s room. They
were wearing simple pant shirt. Kishor welcomed them. Bhavna served them tea, snacks. She
was busy preparing lunch, this time she was wearing bangles, mangalsutra. But both men were
desperate, they looked uncertain feeble, weak.
Kishor,” you are tensed, any problem.”
One man,” you have taken a nice decision to quit hotel business earlier. Actually hotel is going
under heavy loss, except we all are fired, the owner is trying to sell it, but no one is willing to
take, so he is not paying us any money, even banks will seize it in one week, we are in roads, we
are only hope for family, thinking of family we are abstaining from suicide, actually you only
can help us.”
Kishor,” Me, how, I am jobless.”
Other man,” No, actually you can ask Bhabhi ji to help us, please do not deny us, we know she is
working in some college, if she can she can put us in any job, even peon and sweeper will be ok.”
Kishor thought some time, before he could say Bhavani was there with holding plates of snacks.
Bhavani,” I know it is frustrating without job, but we only admit women to teach as it is girls
college. So tell me who are there in your family.”

1st man,” my wife and my mother and me, i have 9 year old daughter.”
2nd man,” my wife, my mother, sister.”
Bhavani,” so you both are married, tell me what are education qualification of yours and your
wives.”
1st man,” I am 10,th fail, my wife is MA in economics.”
2nd man,” I am 7 th fail, my wife is MCA.”
Bhavani,” so both of your wives are well educated than you, then why did not you let them
work.”
1st man,” our male ego, actually ours are pre determined marriage from childhood. Our wives are
very good. They never complained, they just suggested, my wife also knows bike ride, she used
to ride one yamaha rx 100 to college, after marriage I stopped her, even I do not know bike ride,
so it costs us very during travelling. She cooks, cleans and takes care of my family with small
money I am sending, many times she starves herself, but she never complains, she is a good
wife, but I am not a goood man.”
2nd man,” ,my wife requested me to start a tiffin carrier service on a motorcycle in city. But I beat
her, she just kept silent. Now i am feeling guilty.”
Bhavna,” does your wives and family know about your financial condition.”

Both nodded.
Kishor,” look I encouraged my wife to ride motorcycle, look how happy I am, but time is gone
what can we do.”
Bhavna,” from their education I assure they will get a job, but now a days job is hectic, so may
be they can not cook or look after family.”
Interrupting Bhavna 2 nd guy,” Bhabhi ji, donot worry, we are doing same thing in hotel, nothing
to be proud, we will do in our home.”

Bhavna smiled and said,” look in this city cost is high including room, education, food medical.
Our coaching needs peons, sweepers, so both of your wives will work but 10k per month, it will
be only 1 hour job before college starts. Of course they can be teacher to girls to bike ride, they
will earn extra 10k, but that class 3 times a week for 1 hour. So both will have free time, they can
work as online food delivery girl and courier girls, they will get additional money of 30k per
month, so it will be around 50k.”
1st man,” 50k, 5 times we earned, we are happy, we will inform our wives now.”
Bhavna,” No I and kishor will go to your native, now we will depart as all of us has snacks,
except me, and I am not hungry, I am more excited, I will eat at your natives.”
Bhavna just adjusted her hair, Kishor was already dressed, Bhavna took scorpio key and held
steering. The three men sat at back side. They were confident of this woman’s riding, cool air left
them to sleep. Bhavna asked them about their natives, both are from same village. It is 50 km
from Bhavna’s place, Bhavna continued to drive for 45 minutes, near the village she woke all
three, 1st guy took him to his home, it is a small thatched house. Bhavna stopped car outside his
house, then all went to house. Bhavna asked where is 2nd
guy’s house, it is just three house left,
so she called all families to gather in one space.

Bhavna discussed about possibilities, even elderly wanted money so they could live well, get
treatment from illness. They all agreed to let their Bahus work as they are good natures, even it is
well to stay at home son to take care of them, it is for their bright future. Bhavna asked them to
shift to city, they have two flats nearby to them. Bhavna asked both women to accompany with
her to city and she asked Kishor to stay in village, she will return tomorrow. Kishor agreed,
Bhavna drove her scorpio back to city with 2 women. Kishor wondered why.
Next morning kishor and his friends already awake in morning. They could hear bike sounds
from some distance, they saw their wives riding bike each yamaha rx100, Bhavna her old one
and other two newly purchased one. The family members gathered. Women touched feet of
elders and got blessings.
Bhavna,” I have purchased two new bikes for these women in EMI scheme, bike is cheap, classy
and high pick up. The women had issue initially as they have missed riding for long term, but 5
minutes practice they got confidence. It is like swimming once learnt never to forget. I have also
got them two flats adjacent to each other at cheap price, though outskirt of city it is ok. It is full
furnished, only you have to shift along with clothes. We met our employers, they have agreed.
From tomorrow they will start working. Better you shift to city, these women can ride 6 times to
take you all to flats. We do not have much time.”

Kishor,” you are so smart, everything arranged in half a day.”
Bhavna,” stop praising me, hop on bike, we are going to our home, you too, move with us, you
do not have long time.”
Now three women in salwar suit riding with their husbands sitting pilion holding their waist
tightly. Arriving at home Kishor quickly changed to his saree blouse like he was missing those
from long time. Kishor,” I felt like suffocating in shirt pant, saree feels good to me, like I love
it.”
Bhavna,” yes, they are really addictive and it suits you well, you look stunning.”
Bhavna went to college. In evening as usual routine life going on.
15 days apart Kishor heard sound of two bikes approaching his home, he did not bother, when
calling bell rang he panicked, who will come, he peeped to find Bhavani smiling with a rose on
her hand. He opened to surprise behind Bhavna were standing two wives of his friends in salwar,
and with them two of his friends. Kishor was angry, he rushed to bedroom to change before
anything happens. Bhavani knew it as Kishor is dying with shame, his body trembling. She
walked to Kishor holding his arms assured,” you can not stay dual role always. By the way do
not be afraid, just relax, serve us snacks in this saree, nothing will happen, today will be
memorable for you.”

Kishor went to kitchen to prepare snacks, the three women chatted about job. His two friends
joined him in kitchen.
1st guy,” Kishor, do not feel bad, we have come for your help. I want to put it straight. Our wives
are earning good, gave us life we could hardly imagine. I knew how hard my wife is getting tired
when she returns home. So I take fully responsibilty of household to feel her comfortable, I like
it. Only thing is that our love life is hit, not issue. My wife in sleeping talked about you, Bhabhi
ji has told my wife that you love wearing saree.”
2nd guy interrupting said,” doing household works it is easy wearing salwar, my wife never
forces or expressed her desire. Both we know that we men want to wear saree like you do. So we
came for your help. Help us wearing saree. You know we three friends are similar, even we can
go outside have our life, now you are alone fearing for society, atleast we can meet, chat, talk,
roam freely without any guilt. Our wives are on duty so they told they will drop us”
Kishor was now relaxed, he could hear gossiping and laughing sound of women in dining table.
He asked his friends to pick snacks and follow him to his bedroom, they did, Bhavna could hear
slamming sound of bedroom door, thought may be Kishor is angry so behaving rudely.
Inside bedroom Kishor asked his friends to get nude, 1 st
friend was thin body frame with no hair,
2nd one has medium body frame with no body hair. Both are fair, looking beautiful even has
grown hair. Now Kishor was busy preparing his friends for their 1st
saree initiation, both were
looking shy. Kishor gave them backless blouse so strings can tie it, even both had soft developed
man boobs, but not large. Most impressive was their thin waist and flat stomach , making Kishor
jealous of them, he has soft belly pouch, but his ass is larger than both. He tied their petticoat
strings, arranged bangles, did make up like lipstick, massacre, eyeliner and small bindi. Finally
Kishor told them how to walk swaying hips and when door opened after 30 minutes, they came
with cold snacks. All three women looked to their husbands in saree 1st
time, they could not
control them, they run towards them, hugged them tight and started lifting them. The snacks
soiled floor, who cares, the two men shying, their wives in cloud nine. They thanked Kishor and
Bhavna craving such beautiful men in saree.

Bhavna,” you guys go to your home like this, if your parents agree then we will organize a small
marriage as soon as possible. Kishor did not I tell you it will be your best day, look you got your
two friends to whom you can share everything.”
Kishor touched Bhavna’s feet and said,” who knows what you are thinking. Your name suits
you, your Bhavna is Bhavna for me.”
Bhavna lifted kishor,” you two wil touch feet of your wives after marriage, not now, just give me
a call what your family thinks. By the way no one can recognize you as men, so not to be
ashamed.”

Kishor taught the guys how to sit one sided and hold stomach of their wives in bike. They did as
told, their wives rode very slowly carefully just to feel the 1 st
touch of their husbands in saree.
In 2 hours Bhavna got two exciting news as the families responded overwhelmingly as there was
no male in family. So Bhavna got busy with several phonecalls, she called her colleagues and
families of both men. The marriage will be simple , it will be held in college at night tomorrow,
no extra purchases, the two women will wear simple salwar kurta while what they wear in their
marriage will be worn by both men including jewelleries. They asked Bhavna to do as role of
priestess in marriage ceremony. Bhavna dropped Kishor at his friend’s flat. Next day both
women went to work as usual. Kishor And his two friends arrived at college in evening. Kishor
and his friends mothers were busy in decorating both men bridal saree, mehendi, ornaments,
makeup. Only 6 ladies present they are the teachers of college with their bikes. All are anxious,
but women are busy in their jobs even it is their wedding night. Finally at night 1.30 both women
arrived with their yamaha rx 100 bike. Except Bhavna other teachers did small procession in
their bike in college compound, no music system only bike ridden women making different
sounds from their bikes, sister of 2 nd guy and daughter of 1 st guy dancing in front of according to
bike sounds. Mothers of men did aarti, Bhavna chanted mantra, it was a small diya around which
7 phera taken, women applied sindur and tied mangalsutra on their husbands, men touched their
wives feet got blessed. In 20 minutes marriage was over. Men returned to their flats for their 1 st

night, others left home on their bikes. Bhavna was excited and had marathon sex with Kishor.

Next day Kishor requested Bhavna to drop him at his friends flat, Bhavna did before leaving to
college. Kishor saw his both friends in kitchen covering their head with pallu( yes, like a bahu in
his own house, in house of his mother, wife, daughter, sister). The two families sitting together in
dining table eating roti sabji dal salad. Kishor went to kitchen to help his friends, both were
making Roti, bangles sound. They were running to dining table to serve their mother, daughter,
wife, sister who are eating. Kishor started making some chapattis, his bangles also making
sound.

Kishor asked,” so how was 1st night after wearing saree.”
Both blushed, tried to hide those lovebites all over their body specially stomach navel and waist
area.
1st friend,” really it was awesome. I have never felt it before. Sexual pleasure of submitting to
your superior wives is different. Earlier I could cum only once in 7 days, yesterday I cum 5 times
in night.”
2nd friend,” it felt like I will bleed from there, but it was most memorable till today, my thighs are
still trembling.”
Kishor,” what about nipples.”
Both,”do not ask, still pointing up to get rubbed by those fingers of our wives.”
Their wives called that they are over and they will leave for their jobs . both his friends ate left
over roti sabji of their wives.
Kishor,” so you guys are adapting fast.”
1
st
friend,” No our moms have taught us about good wifely duties to satify our women in these
15 days.”
Then they gossip like they used to do in hotel earlier. In evening Bhavna picked Kishor
back.Now kishor regularly gets in touch with his friends, they talk a lot, watch serials, even dirty
talks too. Kishor told them how much Bhavna loves to drink his thick sprems. He gave an idea,
each men kept photo of their wives, seeing them they masturbated and collected sperm, from
topping it on sandwitches, they gave a layer and packed to tiffin of their wives with a simple love
letter,” taste my homemade lovely food.”on return from duty wives loved taste of sandwich, their
husbands told key ingredient, then their wives milked them to drink their sperms in food or tea or
coffee. Wives are addicted to it, it gives them energy.

[ashishrajan]

Kishor asked one of his friend how he lost virginity. His friend described:
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I was alone in room reading Griha Sobha, I could not hear my wife’s bike, my mother was at temple and sister at college, so no one to bother for 5 hours. I wanted to sleep but not feeling it.I got a message from my wife she saying her duty is over and she is coming home in 2 hours. She gave me a message wanting me to get me prepared in a nice way, in Griha Sobha also there was full article for anal etiquette, so why not surprise my wife with my flavouring body. I wrapped my saree walked to nearest chemist shop, thankfully it was only 300metre away owned by a housewife, she is a chemist, I picked up a disposable enema, a flowery scented douche, some fresh lubricant and some wet wipes from the pharmacy. I'm pretty sure the lady at the register gave me a wink while counting back my change. I was so excited about what the evening held in store for me that her wink didn't even make me blush, I don't think?

Once home, I changed the sheets on my bed, they were washed the week before, but I wanted everything to be perfect. I then stripped, gave myself an enema, then the douche so I'd smell nice down there. I then took a long hot bath, shaved away what little body hair I had, and washed my entire body twice. After drying myself, I rubbed my body down with two coats of moisturizing lotion and slipped into the short, silky black robe my ex left behind when she moved out.

It goes without saying, but I had a million butterflies in my stomach and every single nerve ending in my body went off at once, when I heard a soft knock on the door. I tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole it was my wife with her backpack, I opened, she pushed delicate rose she was carrying on her hand on my bun.
My desperate eyes wandered over her while she stood in the hallway, Standing there nibbling my lower lip when I realized she was still in the hallway. I know I blushed a little and quickly
invited her inside.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she got right down to business, "So, where will I be fucking you? The bedroom? Or right here?"

I was caught off guard, I wasn't expecting her to be so direct. After stuttering and stammering for a few seconds I squeaked, "Um, wherever you want to." She didn't even look at me while she set her rather large bag down on my kitchenette table. Her hand disappeared for a moment inside the bag and when it came out it was holding a black strap-on that was a little thicker and much
longer than the one I saw in magazine. strap-on was also shaped like a real penis complete with a rather large scrotum, which would be new for me too. She set that rubber cock down on the table I ate at every night. And while still standing just inside my door, she bent at the hips and undid the buttons on her summer dress all the way up to her waist. For the first time I got a glimpse of those thighs, one of which was roughly as big as both of my thighs. Grabbing the strap-on, she stepped into the straps and pulled it up her legs.




She stood before me in that pretty dress with a big black cock jutting out from her waist. I swear I almost squirted just seeing her stand there like that. She placed her hands on her hips before stating one simple word, "love." She slowly raised her hand, palm up waiting for me. Needless to say, I was suddenly tremendously nervous. It took every bit of courage I had to untie that silky belt, slide the saree off my shoulders and then lay it across her hand. I thought I might throw up for a minute there. But I accomplished the task, and I only covered myself up with my hands for
a moment.

My wife barely took notice of my erection or my hairless body. She stared into my eyes and said, "I think the bedroom will be nice for our first time together. Lead the way." I spun around
and before I even took a step, My wife slapped my right cheek really hard. I jumped and made a funny high pitched noise before I almost ran into my bedroom. The lubricant was on the nightstand right beside the wet wipes. When she noticed how prepared I was, she smiled for the first time since she arrived.

After patting the bed with her hand, she said, "Face down, ass up right here."

I jumped up on the edge of the bed. My knees resting on the very edge and my feet dangling
back toward her. As soon as I dropped my shoulders to the bed and I arched my back, I heard her utter, "Very nice."





Grabbing the lube from my nightstand, she squirted a big dollop of the cool gel right onto my quivering, wrinkled hole. Her finger touched me and I began to leak my excitement onto the bed. Drip after drip of my precum fell from my penis as she rubbed the lube around my hole. When it was smeared all over, she pressed her fingertip against me and my nervous muscles refused to let her in. She giggled softly to herself before forcing it inside me. I moaned a little and my back arched even deeper. After sliding that single finger around inside me for a while, a second digit soon joined it, followed by a third.

As soon as those three fingers withdrew from inside me, I felt empty and more desperate than ever. I strained to look at her behind mehe said, " you kept yourself clean, but I wasn't expecting you to leave nothing on my fingers. I'm impressed. Oh, what is that smell? Flowers? Did you douche for me?" She took a wet wipe and cleaned off her fingers. Goosebumps rose up all over my body when I admitted, out loud, that I had. I told her I used both an enema and a douche. I wanted to be really clean for her. I gave up trying to look at her. So I knelt there with my privates
on display to her while she told me how pleased she was.

"You did nicely. I'm delighted. Most boys wouldn't think about things like that. Of course, most boys wouldn't shave off their body hair either, or greet a woman at the door in feminine robe, or let a woman fuck them in the ass. No, I'd say you are a very special boy. And my niece was insane to ever let you go."

My wife then took all four pillows and made a pile right in the middle of my bed. "Here we go, get your hips up here, face up. I want to look into your eyes the first time I penetrate you." had me adjust myself several times to get me right where she wanted me. When I was ready, my hips were raised way up, my legs were spread wide to help keep my balance, and my very erect and leaking penis was dripping down onto my stomach.




My Wife smiled and told me I looked 'delicious'. She quickly undid the remaining buttons on her dress and slid it off her shoulders. Her perky boobs were contained in a very sturdy looking
white lacey bra. The cleavage they created was large enough to get lost in. The matching white
lacey panties were of the high-rise variety. They covered everything up passed her belly button. And of course, the wide black straps and big black cock, poking out from her waist made her a perfectly perverted vision of loveliness.

She laid the dress over the chair I sit on when I get dressed each morning. After applying an ample amount of lubricant to her 'cock', she turned back to face me and took the two steps to the bed. As she 'walked' on her knees toward me, I bounced around like crazy. It was like being on a trampoline. I was giggling wildly until she was between my thighs, then things got serious. Her weight on the bed caused me to slide toward her. She easily weighed twice what I did. I quivered with excitement, waiting for her to take me. I wanted it so desperately.

My Wife took the strap-on in her hand and aimed it at my little hole, her free hand grabbed my hip and held it firmly. After glancing up at me, she pressed forward and I felt myself stretching open around her 'cock'. My fists were white with strain as I gripped the comforter with every ounce of my strength. I whimpered softly and wiggled around trying to relax to let it in.




Above me, My Wife alternated between looking into my eyes and watching my wrinkled hole stretching tightly around her black 'cock'. When the fat, bulbous head popped inside me and my hole clamped down around the neck of it, I let out a moan unlike any I'd ever heard before. It was a deep, guttural sound that made her smile down upon me. She barely paused to enjoy the
moment before pressing on. Inch by inch the 'cock' disappeared deep inside me. At times it was uncomfortable, but I don't think it ever really hurt. I laid there squirming around while she kept feeding more and more of her 'cock' into my body.

On three separate occasions I asked if it was almost all the way in. She replied with the same word each time I asked, "Almost." By the third time I asked, she was sounding irritated so I stopped asking. With a thin layer of perspiration covering my body, and feeling like her 'cock' was halfway up my back, I finally felt her warm body against mine.

Still her eyes wandered between my eyes and right between us where her cock was lodged deeply in me. "Now the fun begins. I seriously doubt how our married life will go on. But don't worry Sweetheart, I know just how you need it."

I reached up to touch my oozing penis, as I did she slapped my hand firmly. With a very stern, frightening voice, she said, "IF I want you to cum, I will make you cum. When we're together, you will never touch yourself or me for that matter. Keep your hands to yourself or I'll leave right now and never return. Do you understand?"

I bit my lower lip hard. Feeling like I was about to burst into tears, I nodded my head quickly and
squeaked, "Yes, I understand."

Without another word, My Wife tightened her grip on my hips and stared right into my eyes. She slowly pulled her 'cock' all the way out to the 'neck'. An evil looking grin appeared on her face just before she slammed her hips back against me. I screamed and still wonder why my
neighbors didn't come to check on me. That hurt, it hurt really badly. She didn't pause before
withdrawing its length again and slamming it back into me. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other echoed around the room.

It was during those first two thrusts that I learned this encounter wasn't about me at all. This wasn't about my pleasure or my satisfaction. It was about My Wife being in control. From the moment she walked in my door, she had been in total control and I hadn't even realized it until the second thrust slammed into me. I wasn't sure what to do or how to react, but I knew My Wife would have me any way she wanted. And it surprised me by just how okay I was with that.



After the next twenty or thirty powerful thrusts into my bottom, My Wife was breathing heavily. She paused to put her hand under my shins and raise my legs up onto her shoulders. Wrapping her hands around to the tops of my thighs, she got back into a rhythm. She rammed that cock in and out of me at an even more furious pace. Her mouth fell open at one point and I felt her body vibrate against mine. She was in the midst of a very powerful orgasm for nearly a whole minute before she started fucking me with a renewed vigor.

Only when I started twitching around and making faces did she slow down and finally stop. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to talk or not, but I needed more lubricant. She smiled at me and told me if I needed something I should just ask. After pulling the 'cock' all the way out, she smiled down at it and whispered, "Look at that, it's clean enough for you to kiss. Have you ever done that before Sweetie? Have you ever taken a strap-on into your mouth after it's been in your
butt?"

I shivered and shook my head, "No, I haven't." The thought repulsed me, but as strange as it may seem, I would do it if My Wife told me to. I knew I would.

"Mmm, well that's something we'll have to remedy. But another time perhaps." She then liberally re-applied lubricant to both my now gaping hole and her big, black 'cock'. Feeling her finger
push lubricant inside me, her finger rubbing the inside of my body it was so terribly erotic.




After wiping her hands with another wet wipe, she had me roll over and tossed the pillows off the bed. "You know the position, face down, ass up." Without any hesitation, I jumped onto my hands and knees and then dropped my shoulders to the mattress. For a brief moment, I was able to press my achingly stiff penis against the bedding. It felt heavenly and My Wife didn't say anything if she did notice.

The entire bed shook when she moved her body up behind me. Her hands grabbing a hold of my hips and the next thing I knew I was squealing when her 'cock' was propelled all the way back inside me. Over the next 32 minutes, My Wife fucked me at varying speeds. I knew it was exactly 32 minutes because my alarm clock was right in front of my face the whole time. If I counted correctly, she had at least four orgasms during that time. When she grew tired, she would slow down until she regained her strength. Then she went right back at it, hammering her
'cock' inside me at a blistering pace. I stopped her once during that time to re-apply the lube. But
other than that brief pause, she was fucking me. I felt drips of her sweat fall on my back. I heard her grunting like an animal when she was fucking me at her fastest pace. And the sounds of my squeaking and moaning filled my apartment. I knew she was tired. I was exhausted and I wasn't even doing the work! I hadn't even cum!

Without a word or even a warning, My Wife yanked her 'cock' out from inside me. She scooted off the bed and was wiping the phallus clean with wet wipes before I even turned to look at her. She slid the strap-on down her legs and off. And walked out to return it to her purse. She was out there for quite a while before she stopped in my bathroom on her way back to my bedroom. I still laid there on my back. I was completely wiped out and had no idea how she was not.




When she finally returned to my bedroom, I was laying on my back with my rigid erection throbbing wildly. My Wife slipped her dress on, buttoned it and straightened herself up. She walked to my bedside with such dignity as she leaned forward and kissed my forehead gently. "You may play with your little penis after I've left your apartment. Understand?"

I nodded. Feeling bashful for some reason I asked if I'd see her again.

Without looking back at me, she walked out of my room and said, "Perhaps."

I laid there feeling so empty and used. It was a feeling I wasn't used to and I didn't like it all. Eventually I got up off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. I took a long, leisurely shower and avoided masturbating, wanting to wait a little longer. After I'd stepped out of the shower and dried off, I was beginning to feel less alone. My butt was super tender and I was walking funny to accommodate it. As I hobbled naked into the living room, I saw a card on my coffee table. While picking up the card, 3 crisp, one hundred dollar bills spilled out onto the table.

A little confused, I read the card. It was a Thank You card she'd bought from a store. It was a soft pink color and the words Thank You were printed on the front in large curly letters. On the inside, My Wife had written:
"I want to formally thank you for this afternoon. I hadn't expected the experience with you to be as special as it turned out to be. It has been years since I've taken a boy with a strap-on and I hadn't realized how badly I've missed it. You've made this lady very happy. One last thing, just before I left you on the bed with your butt gaping open,. I will expect you to follow my instructions and be at least as prepared as you were today. Love, My W"Without even touching my penis, it erupted as I read the last three words of her note.Listening to friend’s story Kishor and his other friend blushing with pleasure. His other friend,” My penis is leaking hearing your story.”


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Kishor,” Mine too, how can we work in this condition, I am already weak.”
1st friend,” you have not told your story.”
Kishor,” I will tell the story but 1st my ass need my wife’s strong thighs with strapon behind it.” The other two said same, but house was full, how can they enjoy.

[ashishrajan]

So Kishor requested his other friend to tell his story, he narrated:
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It took until my first night after before I finally asked My wife for the present I had really wanted for
years. Now here I am, tied face down to the bed at the W Hotel, waiting, anticipating the return of my
wife with my long-awaited gift. I'm blindfolded, plugged, and I can't hear anything due to the noise
cancelling headphones on my ears, and I'm nervous about my wife's reaction to my openness. It's been
a long road getting here, and now all I have is silence in which to remember that road.

She learned early in our marriage that I had a fetish for lingerie – not just looking at hers, but wearing
my own as well. I had been doing our laundry one afternoon, and accidentally left a few items of my
private stash lying on the ironing board. I had intended to put them away separately, but forgot and left
them out in the open. I experimented with women's underwear from the time I hit puberty, but this was
the very first time that anyone had ever learned about it. I found my things on the ironing board, with a
note – 'We have to talk' – and after the panic attack, I realized that I had to come clean quickly, like
pulling a band aid.

My Wife called that afternoon and I answered the phone saying 'They are mine', realizing that she may
be scared that I was having an affair, and knowing that I would never do that. She accepted the new
reality quickly, and over the next few weeks we had several conversations about what it meant for me
to dress. I was always honest, but always in a partial way. I was never fully open about how much
dressing meant to me, or how long it had been happening – and I never took the big step of telling her
how much I wanted her to help me, and dress me, and ultimately to dominate our sex life in every way.

The first thing I can notice is the smell of her. She cleaned up, had a shower, and I can smell her damp
pussy near my face. I want to reach out and give her pleasure, but I still can't tell exactly where she is. If
she wants to be licked, she will take it at her own pace. Today she is in control of everything.

She knows, has always known, that I would go down on her and stay there as long as she wanted
without a moment of hesitation. I love to bring her to orgasm with my tongue, maybe even more than I
enjoy fucking her. I love to feel her clench around my tongue, and stiffen up as she cums. When she lets
me, I love to tongue her ass or use my fingers there while she orgasms. She doesn't always want it, but
when she does it undeniably helps her to her most powerful orgasms.

But today – I think she understands that this is her time, to dominate, to control, to make things last just
as long as she wants.

I must be a pretty picture. I hope she is half as turned on as I am. She showed me the blindfold before
putting it on me. It is black and says 'Mine' in a cursive font. My lingerie is all pink – symbolic of my final
acts of femininity. The stockings are silk, and delicate, and feel like heaven over my newly shaved legs
(the first time). The anal plug is one that I have owned for years, and is steel with a beautiful pink
gemstone between my cheeks (I gave it to her for our 15th wedding anniversary – we've used it
together one time in each of us, but I've used it on my own regularly for years). The satin nighty I'm
wearing was a birthday gift for me that I opened just before dinner – with the blindfold and a promise of
things to come.

She touches my back, and runs her hands up and down me, through my hair, over my stockings, under
me to pinch my sensitive nipples. She gently removes my headphones, and leans over me to whisper in
my ear. I can't feel her large breasts on my back so she must be wearing something, but I don't know
what. She is firm, and erotic, and quietly asks me if I am doing alright. I start to say that I am fine, but
she slips something in my mouth – a ball gag I think – and I realize that any conversation for the night
will be very one sided.

As she tightens the gag around my head, she whispers 'If you want to change your mind, all you have to
do is says so!' but she knows I am too far gone into my fantasy, and my history, to change a single
moment. I have belonged to My Wife for over 20 days after she took as breadwinning post in my family
– tonight just opens another door into the depths of our relationship.

She reaches around me again to take hold of both my nipples through the satin. She runs her hands
under the nighty and pulls my left nipple taut before applying a clamp to it, the repeats the act on the
other side. I've always loved having my nipples played with, and would often tease myself while
masturbating, but the clamp is a new sensation that sends lightening bolts to my brain and lights up all
my sexual response. I'm throwing my hips back at her trying to get any little bit of sensation to my ass or
my cock, and I almost lose it in the sheets. She knows that I am getting closer to losing all control – I
think that is her target.

When she runs her hands down and over my ass, tugging lightly on my plug when she goes by, I moan
into the gag. I want her to take me – and I feel certain that she will, but I am just along for the ride at
this point. She grabs the end of the plug and slowly pulls it all they way out, commenting on the ease
with which it comes out before roughly shoving it back in. In and out she plays with the plug, all the
while commenting about how loose I am and how much she like the jewel in the back. I'm getting used
to the feel of the plug sliding in and out, when suddenly there is an extra pressure – something that I'm
definitely not used to. She slowly and gently eases a much larger toy and stretches my rim until it pops
into place. I moan incoherently into my gag and the bed.

"I thought you'd like my present – it's larger and the jewel is black, but I want to make sure that you are
fully prepared before I fuck you."

My mind races as the realities hit me hard. I want this – have always wanted it – but it is the first time
that she has confirmed my hopes and suspicions that my long wait is coming to an end.

She kisses me on my ass cheeks, and lightly runs her fingers along my stockings before saying, "I think
it's time for you to see me now."

She removes the blindfold, and as my eyes adjust to the light, I turn my head to the side and see the
sight that I've been aching for, for years. My wife, the love of my life, and the only woman I want –
standing above me as a vision of pure sex.

The first thing that I notice is her freshly shaved pussy. I've wanted her to shave since we first married,
but she has always been reluctant. It is beautiful, and I can see her lips glistening with her excitement.
She is dressed in a tight, black and purple latex corset with garters and shiny black stockings. Her whole
body is tightly compressed in her outfit, but I can tell that her nipples are hard. She is smiling at me –
tied as I am, and she knows that the sight of her completes the picture for me of what is going to
happen tonight. She has taken on the role of dominatrix, although it is not her natural way of being, and
she will work to make my fantasies come true. I can't help but wonder if this will be a one-time thing, or
if this is a new beginning to our sexual relationship.

I put that idea quickly out of me head when she reaches up above my head to untie my hands. She tells
me not to move them, just to roll over onto my back. I obey instantly, knowing that both my desire and
my submission make me incapable of any response other that to follow her orders. She reties my hands
and in this position my cock is standing straight up, harder than it has ever been. I have always worried
about the size of my cock and my ability to please My Wife. She always cums harder with my fingers and
tongue than she ever did with me fucking her, but at the moment, my cock is irrelevant. She will take
what she wants and needs, and I will happily be her sex toy.

Once I am retied and resettled, she slides on top of me and moves up my body. I long to taste her
glistening cunt, but once again I denied. Instead she turns herself around as if to move into a 69, but
keeps herself upright and slides backwards until my nose and mouth are right over her freshly cleaned
asshole. She doesn't say a word as she simply pushes herself down on me and grinds her as onto me
until I stick my tongue out between her cheeks and start to lick. I am turned on by the taboo, by my
subservience, by her power. I tighten up my tongue as she starts to ride it until it is entering her asshole.
She pushes and weaves and raises herself, using me, and eventually reaches down and pinches both my
nipples. She slides back a little further so that my nose is teasing her anus, and my tongue slides forward
finding her soft, silky, slick pussy and I am in heaven.

Apparently she is getting close to heaven as well, and she starts to moan and grind harder. I'm finding it
hard to breathe and gasping for quick doses of air as she bucks her hips on my face, grinding her clit into
my chin. When she cums, I absorb the flood in my waiting mouth, and my breathing slowly returns to
normal as she lifts her weight off me. She moves beside me and lies next to me, spooning me from
behind. Now that the immediacy of her excitement has passed, I start to again feel the new pressure in
my ass from the larger plug.

When she leans over me and kisses me, it is the most astounding moment. She has never before wanted
to kiss me after I'd gone down on her. She doesn't like the taste, or the smell, and post-orgasm she has
always had moments of being a little too aware of how she acts in the throes of passion, but this time is
different – this time she has plans. She lies still for few minutes, kissing me and holding me, but then she
starts to play with the plug that is resting between us. My hands are still tied, so I can't do anything
about my own raging hard on, and she teases me by running her tongue all down my chest, over my
nipples and moves down until her lips are resting at the tip of my erection.

With a little kiss, and a gentle lick, she looks at me and says, "Your turn".

She slides completely off the bed and walks around so that I can see her in full. She looks like her legs
are wobbly from the immense orgasm, but aside from that she has all the appearance of a woman in
control.

"I will cum again" she states "and it will be before you or I'll punish you for your lack of discipline. For
now, though, I want you just to lie there and watch me. Think about our lives together. Think about
whether or not this is what you really want. I want you to consider what our future looks like while I
take your virginity. We can talk about it over breakfast in the morning."

She reached into the bedside table, and pulled out something that I have longed to see in her hand. It
was a bright purple dildo attached to a latex strap-on harness that matched her corset. I could see that
she had bought the set together, and I briefly wondered where she had picked it up.

She slid the latex straps up her legs and suddenly I noticed that the inside of the harness had two small
attachments, obviously intended to go in her pussy and her ass. I was stunned. She has never let me
fuck her in the ass, and although she enjoys me playing with it and licking it, she had only even allowed
me to put the butt plug (the one sitting on the bedside table) in her ass the one time.

She grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside and opened it. She put some on each of the small plugs
and slid the one into her pussy with ease. Then she reached back and slowly slid the butt plug into her
tight hole. She moaned as it entered and then stood back upright and wiggled her pretty behind to get
everything properly lodged into place. She tightened all the harness straps and stood – looking at herself
in the mirror. I can't imagine what she is telling herself about her appearance, but I have never been
turned on so much in my entire life. My breathing is heavy and my dick is a rock. I don't know if I'm more
excited, or afraid, but I am vibrating with giddiness at the thought of what is to come.

When she reaches over me to untie my hands again, the purple cock pokes me in the side. I giggle at the
randomness of it. I've never fantasized about men in my life, but this silicone cock pressing into me may
be the sexiest thing I have ever felt.

My Wife unties my hands and pulls herself up on me until I am face to face with my future. I open my
mouth slightly and she slides the fake cock into me. My tongue touches the tip, and she presses further
into my throat. As she presses gently, probing the depths of my mouth, she looks down and moans at
the sight. I know she can feel some slight pressure from the toys that she has inside of her, but mostly I
think she is as turned on by the sight of me sucking her cock as I am by having it my mouth.

I looked up at her with my eyes pleading for more – I am ready to cum with the least a touch of my
engorged cock. I am ready and willing for the final steps in my submission.

As she lifts her purple toy away from my mouth, I know that she is just as ready as I am.

She gradually makes her way down my body and skips completely over my flagpole until she is kneeling
between my spread legs. I feel exposed – the plug moving in and out slightly as I clench and unclench my
ass. My Wife takes my legs in her hands and bends my knees upwards. Gently, almost tenderly, she
reaches down to the plug and eases it out of my anus. I don't want to let it go.

"You don't need that anymore" is all she says as she steadily pulls the toy away from me. I still can't
speak but my eyes give her permission – willing her to take the final step. I can feel my openness – the
air on my gaping hole. The emptiness is killing me and my need to orgasm is long past anything I've ever
felt.

"I want to see your eyes when I fuck you," she said. "I want to see your submission, your love, your
willingness to anything and everything to me, or for me." She leaned over me and put the head of her
purple cock at my opening. As she slid the bulbous head inside me, she shuddered – feeling the pressure
from her toys as well as years of release.

"I am going to cum from fucking you, and then if you are worthy, I want to see you cum from me fucking
you." She pushed the toy fully into me – stretching me in ways that I didn't know were possible. The
pain was intense, immediate, and short-lived.

My ass was ready for the fucking, and my brain was on fire. I knew immediately that I could cum any
second, but I held back, willing myself to obey my mistress's orders. I don't want to be punished, but
more than life itself I want to make My Wife proud, to do as I'm told, to lay the groundwork for all future
commands from my beautiful wife.

Once she is fully inside me, she starts to slowly thrust her hips at me. It takes a while for her to get the
feel of being the fucker, instead of the fuckee, but I can tell she is getting closer to her own orgasm as
she starts to moan with every motion in and out with her hips. She is being slightly fucked by her own
toys with every movement. She speeds up her fucking, and all at once her order comes.

"Cum –- NOW!!"

My orgasm is instant – the seeping of my cock stops and is replace with jets of cum that land on my
stomach. She didn't even touch my cock, and I feel like I am covered all the way to my nipples. I lost
touch of what she was doing while I was in my bliss, but her orgasm carried on for a long time – she was
lost in a moaning sea of intense feelings and emotions. She eventually returned to the moment, and her
breathing returned to normal.

I am a mess! I'm covered in my own cum, and my face and body are covered with the juices that she has
left there. She undoes the clips on her strapon harness and eases herself out of it while leaving the
purple cock lodged in my ass. I don't want it to go, and she can sense that I am utterly spent. This is the
culmination of all my fantasy, and now I don't know what to do. Fortunately, My Wife has found her
inner dominant – at least for the moment.

She steps away from the bed, reaches down and pulls the dildo out of my ass, and places it on my belly
with my pool of cum. She unties my hands, and reaches behind my head to gently release me from the
ball gag, and then she kisses me – loving, hard, and passionate.

She whispers in my ear, "This changes everything, and nothing, and I love you – possibly more than ever.
Now – get up and clean yourself up and wash up that cock – I might want to use it later. Have a shower
and make yourself smell nice - I have plans for the rest of our vacation."

I know that it will take time to process this experience and everything that it means, to both of us, but as
I shower off, and touch myself all over, and clean up my wife's newly discovered cock, I know that I am
looking forward to a long journey of discovery. Now I can't wait to see what the rest of this vacation
brings.

[ashishrajan]

Kishor to his friends,” do you have ever kinky ones, risky ones.”
One of his friends said:
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A lunchtime call; I was to leave my parlour immediately. Once home I would find everything
laid out on the bed: nightie, bralette, cotton panties, hold-ups, lipstick, silver choker and...a
blindfold?

When I was ready I rang her as ordered, covered my eyes and began to toy with my nipples in
anticipation of what was to come. My little clitty jumped inside my panties when, a minute later,
the front door opened.

My mind suddenly went into overdrive: was this part of her plan or had I, in my excitement,
forgotten to lock the door? It could be anyone! I was afraid to call out because I didn't want to be
caught like this either by a stranger or, worse still, a neighbour! I heard the heavy tread of feet on
the stairs and my heart began to race.

Being blind, I focused all of my other senses on the sound of those footsteps - they didn't sound
like my wife's! What should I do? Break Character? Pull off my blindfold and run to lock the
bedroom door?

It was too late! The intruder was at the top of the stairs, there was no time and now I couldn't
even remember if I'd closed the bedroom door! My breath came in huge gulps, my heart
pounded; whoever it was could be looking straight at me - there was nothing I could do!

Fear, anxiety and excitement resulted in a total bodily shut-down. I may as well have been tied to
the bed, unable to move anything but my head which stared blindly towards the unknown person
in the corridor, directly outside my bedroom door. I cursed silently when I heard the door handle
turn, realising that I had shut it earlier, and then the door swung open and I was revealed in all
my feminised glory.

I shook with indecision as it seemed the utter silence lasted forever. There was no more
movement: I was being watched from the doorway. I wanted desperately to tear off the blindfold,
to know exactly what was going on but I restrained myself; whoever was standing there
watching me now knew my most precious secret, there was nothing I could do to change that. I
was helpless.

And in accepting I could do nothing I began to relax: my breathing slowed, my heart-rate
slowed, I removed my arms from the protective positions they had taken up and placed them at
my sides and turned to face forward. I was calm. Almost immediately I heard the sound of my
intruder removing their footwear. The thick carpet would now mask the sound of anyone
approaching the bed!

In a way the removal of those shoes settled any nerves I was feeling: no matter whether it was
my wife or a neighbour it was clear that they were going to take full advantage of this
opportunity for no recriminations sexual release and, in a very pragmatic moment, while I waited
for their next move, I decided I would suck a cock if one were presented to my mouth, given that
I'd had lots of practice on my wife's strap-on and it was likely that, if it were a man in my room,
he was sent by my wife and therefore any refusal would get back to her.

I started back into the present as a cotton-gloved hand stroked my stockinged thigh. I couldn't be
sure but I thought the glove was female in size. I shivered as hands pushed at me, encouraging
me up onto my hands and knees, forcing my legs apart spanking my ass, reaching around to
pinch my clitty, rolling my nipples between fingers, pulling my cotton panties aside to poke
forcefully between my cheeks eliciting a grunt of surprised pleasure. But from everything I was
receiving there was still nothing familiar in the roughness of my treatment to indicate for sure
that this was my wife or even, apart from the size of the hands, that it was a woman.

My bottom was suddenly exposed as my panties were pulled roughly down to my stocking tops
and a moment later I cried out in surprise as the gloved hand landed a smarting blow against my
right ass cheek! I knew better than to give voice to my pain after that first smack and I was pretty
sure now that my "intruder" was, in fact, female and likely my wife because the person, spanking
me so thoroughly, was obviously left-handed and the impact was comparable to past
punishments.

That knowledge gave me a certain licence to enjoy myself and, to be honest, I began to act like
the slutty little sissy I am. I thrust my bottom back, into her blows, moaning and wriggling at
each connection. I dropped onto my elbows, opened my legs further and pressed upwards to give
her total access stretching my panties across my thighs and catching the head of my clitty under
the waistband.

She took full advantage of my invitation and my inner thighs were soon burning as red as my
bottom cheeks before she finished, reached beneath me and squeezed my balls just hard enough
to bring a tear to my eyes beneath the blindfold. And then those gloved fingers were back at my
pussy, this time covered in cold lube, pressing insistently inwards, thoroughly coating my
insides, three fingers opening me up...making me ready!

She grabbed my ponytail and roughly dragged me sideways to where my fingertips curled over
the edge of the mattress. A finger pressed insistently against my lower lip and as I opened my
mouth it was instantly replaced by the head of, what felt like, the thickest cock I'd ever sucked.

Now there was no subtlety in her actions. At the same moment as her hips bucked, sliding her
girlcock into my mouth, she yanked my ponytail forward, forcing it deep enough to trigger my
gag-reflex. She held me there as my mouth produced streams of saliva to counteract the extreme
discomfort of being restrained at the point of vomiting and, when she was satisfied, began to
fuck my mouth relentlessly.

This was not the wife who toyed gently with her sissy in our most intimate moments; it was not
the person whose pussy throbbed under my fingers as she unfavourably compared my clitty to
every other cock she'd ever fucked, or wanted to fuck; nor was this the woman whose
punishments were always tinged with an undeniably erotic flavour: this person was unknown to
me. To this person I was a piece of meat, a slave to her baser inclinations, a vessel for her cock.

Even as I slobbered hungrily over the thick meat filling my mouth I couldn't help but shiver at
the thought of accommodating it in my tight pussy. That fear hadn't communicated itself to my
little clitty though which bounced excitedly between my tummy and panties as the strap-on
continued to bury itself in my throat. Just when I began to feel I couldn't take any more she
dragged my head from her cock using my hair, pushed my shoulders flat on the bed and ran her
hand along my back before burying her fingers in my boipussy once again.

Again I felt her apply what seemed like vast quantities of lube as she probed deep within me and
then the head of that monster cock popped past my sphincter to my accompanying grunt of
surprise. As with my mouth, she didn't wait; didn't allow me prepare, simply buried her cock
inside me. I felt her balls hit my perenium even as I found myself pinned to the bed moaning at
the pain of her invasion.

Now she rested, giving my body a few precious moments to adjust, pushing my bottom cheeks
further apart as she reached to grip my hips tightly. The monster began its slow retreat but I
knew what was coming and arched my back and spread my knees as wide as I could before
whispering over and over again, into the silence, the words I knew she longed to hear: "Please
fuck your sissy, Please fuck me, Please..."

She was merciless. I was invaded again and again in long, slow strokes that overwhelmed my
remaining senses, that consumed every facet of my higher functions. I was reduced to a grunting,
moaning, beta animal crouched abjectly before my alpha in confirmation of my lesser status. I
had, very vocally, ejected all of my pleasure long before that monster, finally satisfied, withdrew,
drawing a gasp of relief from my parched mouth and leaving me gaping, stiff and aching from
maintaining my servile position for such an extended period of time.

But, she wasn't finished yet. Dragged by my ponytail which she had kept hold of all through my
erotic torment, she emitted her first sound since entering the house, a yell of delight as strings of
viscous liquid splashed across my face and hair: she had bought a squirting strap-on that was
liberally covering my face with, what felt like, cum.

Once she had emptied her cock all over my face she released my hair and, with a groan I eased
myself into a position lying prone on the bed. I was spent. My ravaged body ached all over, my
hard little clitty lay in the pool of cum I had deposited and I felt as if I hadn't slept in a week. I
was too tired to even pull up my panties.

I was sure I looked a mess: a face covered in cum, my nightie rucked around my tummy, panties
halfway down my thighs and I could feel that one of my stockings had fallen around my calf.

I felt her climb on top of me, her cock pressing between my bottom cheeks as her mouth came
into contact with my right ear, and whispered: "Stay right there until your wife gets home; I want
her to see what a nasty little slut she married!" and with those words she climbed off me, I heard
the strap-on hit the floor, the sounds of her dressing, walking down the stairs and out the door
which, thankfully, clicked shut behind her!

[ashishrajan]

Kishor’s other friend told about his kinky roleplay:
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She was in bed, sipping on the coffee I just brought to her. As per our morning ritual, I was sitting on my
heels next to her bed, waiting for orders. I should say that punishment is perhaps not the right term for
what I was expected to face. My Wife called it "consequences and corrective measures". My Wife is very
serious about taking care of me. She manages my behavioural issues in a very methodical and
considerate manner. Bad behavior leads to "consequences". These may sometimes involve a type of
physical punishment, but even in those case My Wife choses punishments that are closely tied to the
specifics of my misgivings. Corrective measures, on the other hand, are meant to stop the same
behavior issue presenting itself in the future.

My Wife finished her coffee and laid the cup on her bedside table. She turned her body and sit up, her
legs hanging from the side of the bed.

"Look up," she said. "You know you really disappointed me yesterday, don't you?"

"Yes miss," I said with a whisper of a voice.

"Now, I'm sure you understand you have to face the consequences of your behavior."

"Yes miss, I'm sorry miss, I'm ready to face the consequences."

My Wife pointed to her feet. On cue, I bowed to the ground and immediately started kissing them.

"And I will put corrective measures in place to make sure we won't have the same problem again.
Because we don't want to have the same problem again, don't we?"

"Yes miss," I said. I kept on kissing her feet passionately. The fact that My Wife was enabling me to show
her my devotion was making me hope she wasn't angry anymore with me.

"The way I see it, there are two problems. One is that you forgot who you are. You forgot you are not a
man. You forgot you are a bitchboy. Why is it that you're not a man?"

"Because my dick is small and useless miss. Because I'm a little fag. Because I like it up the ass."

"Very good," she said, her foot stroking my head. "And what is your role in life?"

"To be fucked miss. To be fucked like a bitch."

"That is correct. I think you forgot that. I think you're starting to think you're some big strong man that
goes around fucking chicks. But that's not who you are. Isn't that so?"

"Yes miss I'm sorry, you are right my role is to be fucked."

My Wife's foot hit me sharply on the cheek.

"I know very well I am right, you don't need to tell me," said My Wife. "To remind yourself of your role in
life, and as a consequence of your actions, you will have to choke on it."

"..but miss! please!" I couldn't help crying.

"Miss what? What?" said My Wife, now visibly angry. "What do you have to say?"

"Nothing miss." I said lowering my eyes to the ground.

"I thought so. And what do I expect when I fuck you?"

"Service with a smile," I replied, my heart sinking. I knew what 'choking on it' meant and I didn't look
forward to it.

"That's right. You're dismissed now. Get ready to choke on it."

"Yes miss, thank you miss." I bowed to her feet and kissed them one last time, as per ritual, and left the
room.

Less than one hour later, I was summoned to My Wife's room. With a nod of the head, My Wife directed
me towards one of the corners of the room. I obediently knelt down. My Wife was in front of me,
wearing her biggest strapon. I could see another large, life-like dildo laying on her bed. She was skinny
black jeans and a white tank top. I was of course naked and I had already inserted a plug in my ass to
keep it ready for My Wife's dick. 'Choking on it' was a very hard punishment for me. It involved repeated
forced deepthroating of huge dicks before being fucked in the ass. My Wife started by slapping my face
with her dick.

"Now. What does a bitch say?"

"Please let me suck you dick." Inside me I was panicking, resenting the moment the relentless throat
fucking was going to start. Still, I managed to maintain a polite smile and a demure tone in my voice.
That was the 'service with a smile' My Wife expected from me as her Asian whore.

"That's good. Will you suck it well?"

"Yes miss I'll choke on it, I'll suck it so deep!"

"Good. Let's start then." My Wife put her hands on either side of my head and forcefully directed my
mouth to her strapon cock. She forced her dick as deep as she could down my throat, all the while
holding my head in position. As it always happens, I immediately started choking and gagging on it. My
Wife pulled her dick back just enough to let me catch a breath and then stuffed it down my throat again,
pumping her hips back and forth to fuck my throat. "Take it all. All. Good boy". After another repetition I
was slobbering uncontrollably. When deepthroating, My Wife wanted me in a corner. This is so that,
despite uncontrollable spasms, I couldn't pull away. A few hard smacks to the face also helped me to be
compliant. As it often happens, I started sobbing and crying. My Wife noticed it and laughed. "Don't
think that because you're crying like a bitch I'm going to be any gentler. Bitches have to get fucked."

My Wife's throatfucking was brutal. I was continuously gagging and gasping for air. As the fucking
proceeded, she further leant towards me, my head now lodged between two walls. I felt tears running
down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva that by now was covering my face. After what felt an eternity,
My Wife paused. Her dick was still lodged deep in my throat.

"Good boy. What do we say when we choke on it?"

"OUanku ouiss," I managed to utter.

"Very good. Now what do you think it is going to happen?"

"Ou uuck ue in oue ouass oiss."

"Very good. How do you like that?"

"Oe ouike ouery uoach oiss."

"Now listen to me very clearly. The moment I remove this dick from your mouth you have to run -run!-
to the bed. You will remove your buttplug and put in on the towel that is on the floor. You will place a
pillow under your belly. You will grab the dick that is on the bed and start fucking your throat with it. I
want to hear gagging. Is this clear?"

"Ouess ouiss."

"Good," she said and removed her dick.

I barely took a breath and scrambled to get to the bed, terrorized of the consequences of an
unsatisfactory level of service. Thirty seconds later I was lying down and I was gagging myself with the
other dildo.

Behind me I could hear My Wife stretching herself. I heard her giggle with pleasure at the show I was
putting on, my ass in the air, forcefully fucking my face with a dildo. She eventually moved to the bad.
She straddled me and with no further ado she entered my asshole with her dick. She then proceeded to
lay flat on top of me, pushing her dick deep into my ass.

"Oooh that is comfortable isn't it?" asked My Wife, smirking.

You should know that My Wife is a good 15cm taller than me. Her hands are bigger than mine. Her feet
are bigger than mine. She weighs more than me. When she lays on top of me I can feel her weight
pushing me down and effectively immobilizing me. She exercises frequently. She has powerful thighs,
shoulder, back muscles, all things that she puts to good use to fuck me.

Still laying flat on top of me, My Wife started to thrust her dick in and out of me. She wrapped her arms
around my head and used one to keep the dildo in my mouth. She was arching her back, moving her ass
up high before rhythmically slamming it deep into my ass. Despite the dildo ick in my mouth, I couldn't
help crying out every time I felt her strap-on fully penetrating me. This was purely a punishment fucking
- no warm up, no change of tempo, just hard hit after hard hit. My Wife was definitely putting in the
hard work to discipline me with her dick. I don't know how long it went on for. I know that after one
final powerful thrust, without uttering a word, My Wife sharply pulled on my hair to lift my head up
from the mattress. Her dick still wedged inside me, I let the other dick fall from my mouth and
obediently assumed a doggy style position. The fucking so far had consisted of slow and deep thrusts. In
the new position, My Wife started to fuck me hard and fast. To keep me close to her, she had one arm
pulling my hair and the other one wrapped around my neck. My neck, like all other things about me, is
small and she can exert a powerful hold on it with her hand.

As she was fucking me, My Wife asked me:

"What is your role?"

"To be fucked! Miss," I said, gasping for air.

"Say it again."

"My role is to be fucked miss!!"

"What are you? What are you?"

"I'm a bitchboy! I'm a fucktoy!"

My Wife took a break to slap my ass hard.

"Damn right you are! Don't you ever forget! Now ride my dick bitchboy!"

When My Wife was satisfied the message had been driven home, she announced the fucking was over.
She untied the straps of the strapon and tied them around my legs, as to keep the dick inside me.

"Very well. Now you have 30 minutes to think about what you have done. After that you can remove the
dick from your ass and clean the room."

My Wife was by now also out of breath.

"Yes miss" I said, exhausted and ready to collapse on the bed. My head was spinning, my ass was hurting
but my whole body felt like I had been through a beating.

The punishment was over and I couldn't help but feel like small and weak. My Wife was right, I was no
man, just her Asian bitchboy and I better be respectful and modest unless I wanted to face the
consequences. Despite being exhausted and in pain, I felt a great joy in my heart. As the punishment
was concluded, things were back to normal. I now could now once again show my love, obedience and
devotion to My Wife and expect to feel her affection in return.
**********************************

Kishor and other 2 men laughed at sound.

[ashishrajan]

Soon the three men were interrupted by thei8r wives, the three women will take their saree wearing husbands to a new shop opened exclusively for women.Kishor hugged Bhavna more tight as bullet continued to run for shop. It was a big shop 3
storeyed, but it looked like a motorcycle shop, around 200 bikes from simple cheap one to
modified costly foreign imported. It filled the free space of front of shop. The watch woman gave
women parking spot and token. On front there were 10 huge built women professional
bodybuilder with tattoos, they were for maintaining law, they were in jeans tshirt. Inside the shop
it was fully airconditioned , the rush was high. Women from various age from age 14 to 75 were
busy in shopping. They were talking about bikes mostly from different groups.

It was 1 st
day of opening. Suddenly in mic announced the owner of shop is arriving, she will give
a small introduction and talk an arrangement is done in auditorium in top floor, eatery and snacks
are also organised.

Then there was a sound of bike coming. A woman in white saree with helmet covered in BMW
bike was riding, behind her a woman wearing backless choli, knee high ghaghra covering face
with chunni completely holding the woman tight. The outside female bodybuilders saluted the
rider. To everyone surprise the rider woman lifted her front wheel, in rear wheel balancing bike
and her pilion started to ride on staircases to inside shop, atleast 30 stairs were present. Inside
shop she rotated bike in high speed making smokes inside it, then she continued to climb stairs
by her bike in one wheel, what an amazing scene, she was so talented so skillful she made it easy
to top floor, now in mic announced owner of shop has arrived and everyone required to proceed
to top floor auditorium. Everyone took seat, it was fully air conditioned.


The woman in white saree was standing and behind her woman in ghaghra choli covering her
face sitting on bike. Bike was centre stand on stage. No doubt the lady rode it to there.

The lady continued to speak,” I heartly welcome to women from all age who came with their
bikes. I am Anasuya owner of this store. My past experience I wil briefly say. When I was in
class 10 I took my dad’s bike new bajaj platina stealthly in night and learned it. That time it is
different, girl riding bike a sin for society. One day My mom saw me in night I was riding, she
scolded me and told me to focus on studies. But frankly studies never was my cup of tea.
Another interest was mine movies, specially action movies. I loved woman action movies, but
that time only fearless Nadia acted in some of these movies like hunterwali and few of them. I
watched them 100 times, so I decided I will go for movies. I told my wishes to my parents, my
parents tried to persue me for studies, which I declined many times. Finally they gave up, My
father in night told me to take his bike and go to city for my dream. He gave me some money, I
rode my path to freedom. I do not know it was such struggle, but I approached directors to do
stunt for actress, like actress drowning in river or in fire or hanging in cliff till hero recovers
them, as no other girls interested I did, slowly I was getting recognized. Then came movies
where Simi Gerwal, Hemamalini, Padmini kolhapuri , parveen Babi, Zeenat Aman had small
scenes of bike riding. Actually it was me who rode, did fight scenes and I taught these actresses
to ride bullet. But money was not that high. I wished to own a bike company as it was my 1

love, but that can not happen. After 30 year in film industry I resigned from my job and returned
to my home city, I saw now many women riding bullets, so I opened a shop that caters their
fashion sense for bike riding, you know we all women love shopping.”

The women whistled clapped and laughed. One woman questioned,” yes, you are super woman,
but what about your parents, did they accept you.”

Anasuya,” when I purchased my 1 st
flat, I called my parents to my flat, then took them a ride on
my bike to a shop, my 1st
watch and suit gift to my dad , saree gift to my mom was the best
memory in my mind, the happiness in their eyes I can not express. They realized me they are
proud of me. My Mom asked me to get married, but I was busy in my job. Now I must thanks
another person who helped me to get success. I was age 45 no chance of love, my parents were
getting ill, so I could not focus on my job too. This time I met a boy in shooting set working as
female imposter in dances, he is Raji. We fell in love with eachother. He moved to my flat,
looked after my parents like no other one would do in earth. He was just 18 at that time, he was
removed from his house for having feminine characterstics, so no one for him. In my house he
served like ideal Bahu, he was like wife to me. So I focused on my career, my parents loved him.
6 years after my parents died, we came here. He is my inspiration pillar and primemover of my
success, now I introduce you my husband Raji, who takes my credit for this shop.”
1st Anasuya opened veil of Raji, he was really beautiful like any actress. Audience clapped
whooted, some said he is very beautiful, sexy. Raji bent on his knees and kept his head touching
ground, so doing Namaste to audience. Then he covered his face with veil and stood nehind his
wife.

Anasuya,” as 1 st day of opening, I want to say we are here all sisters, not as customer or owner.
So I can see women from various ages here present. I want a short introduction , I request the
women who came in groups please come to stage introduce themselves and their groups and
what they want from this shop like what they are missing.”

Slowly the women coming in groups or solo introduced themselves. There was a group of 20
housewives. They told that biking give them time to drop and pick up their husbands, children,
taking in laws to hospital, do grocery or marketing. Initially families were reluctant, some were
victims of abuse too but later their family agreed now they love to sit on their bikes, all 20 are
neighbours. Once in a month they go for long bike ride outside city. Their issue is when they ride
wearing saree or salwar only clothes allowed by their in laws the pallu or chunni is chance of
stucking in wheel which is dangerous, so a saree or chunni which can be kept without caring will
be better.

Anasuya,” yes, many of us face this issue, so we have chunni which is chained, so it will remain
fixed.” Anasuya showed sample and how to use it.

2nd group was 15 girls aged 13 to 16, they told that they are friends and from same college, skirt is
college uniform, when they ride skirt swirls showing their panty and many times they face boys
biker group for race, skirts cause them trouble at turns.

Anasuya,” valid points, we have skirts and frocks designed for aerodynamic stability and it will
not swirl rather stick to your thighs, next time you will thank to this skirt when you beat those
boys in their backyard, show them who is boss here.”

3rd group 25 number high profile women aging 30 to 45, they were in govt services like IAS,
IPS, security officer officers, army women, firewomen, doctors. They said as their job is very high profile
and time constraint, they have to reach the destination timely. While riding they can not talk,
incoming light also problem, rain time they can not see, high wind also prevents their visibilty,
so they reach destination late.

Anasuya,” correct, we have helmet that is completely glass made with antireflection property.
More over it is digitally connected to your phone, you can talk, navigate and do video calling on
this helmet, it is similar to advance helmet used by airforce pilots.”

4th group was around 30 women aged more than 60. They said now they are free from all work,
so they travel long routes around 2000 km in one go, but problem is carrying a lot of burden on
bike looks ugly even some they can not carry.

Anasuya,” we have small baggage as carry pack, but it is a tent and it has in built solar powered
charger, solar cooker, space for clothes, tool for bike repair as you are travelling long, medicine
kit, around space for 500litre petrol and 100 litre potable water, even small fan to cool. Size is
ame you are carrying but this time more modern.”

5th group were college going girls. They said that they want something fancy bra, dresses like
jeans tshirt while riding which can be worn for long time and it will be water proof with air
passage.

Anasuya showed one body suit,” this one cloth wil cover your body no need for bra panty or
anything, this is waterproof, you do not need to carry pads during period, it will absorb
everydrop and it will cool you as it allows passage of air and it is skin friendly.”
6th group were office going women who wanted to carry their files, documents, tiffins, laptop,
charger in one bag, bag should be handy and look like vanity.

Anasuya showed a vanity having huge space and looked cute.

Finally Bhavani and her colleagues introduced themselves. Now all felt comfortable.

Anasuya,” I think we left three women.”
Bhavani,” no actually they are men, one is my husband and other two are his friends, they are
husbands of my colleagues.”

Anasuya clapped and called Bhavani her group along with three men in saree to centre stage
said,” bravo you women and men, i could never think Raji is only husband of mine wears saree,
ghaghra choli. I think there are many men who love to wear saree , ghaghra choli, salwar and sit
behind on their wives motorcycle. Today is 1st
day, many more yet to come. I think many women
are stronger in financially physically mentally than their other halves, so they will encourage
their men to wear those, but I also discourage to enforce them to wear .”

All audience agreed.

Anasuya,” so i have small section for such type of men, it was wish of Raji, his request, he
requested me as I will be at shop, he will be there too. I will be busy, so he can do his choice of
items, so I gave him small space here. Madam I may request you , if you please I can allow Raji
to guide your husbands to different clothes, items, underwear they can show a ramp walk here. It
will be a great help to women here, they have never seen men in women’s clothes, attire. May be
next time they will bring their men to wear these. Will not be it nice these women get nice taste,
even your husbands can motivate others, you have a daughter, I hope you are wishing to get a
son in law who wears saree and serves you. This will boost potential of women, they can be
more free, superior and follow their dreams.”

Bhavna and other two women discussed among them, they agreed as audience encouraged them.
Kishor and his two friends went behind curtain with Raji. Anasuya,” do not worry their wives
will be also in ramp walk.” Anasuya took Bhavna and other two women along with her behind
curtain.

Meanwhile audience were given snacks, colddrinks, water. They were talking with eachother.
In 15 minutes the curtain opened, slow music started, one lady doing commentorary.

Couples started walking in 1
st
costume,Men in saree with pallu and full blouse, women in saree
with sleeveless blouse
Lady announcer,” look atthese gorgeous couples, wife in plain saree with sleeveless blouse, her
hair is free, she is confident, her arms show she is strong and capable, she is leading her husband
means she is leader in all decision she will face this harsh society. Look at these beautiful
husbands, they are wearing full saree full blouse, so fearing this world, not confident, they are in
proper chunni so protecting them from evil eyes, he is not sure about future, his mangalsutra
shows he believes in his wife as it hangs on his chest over saree. He is wearing full sleeve
blouse, so his body belongs to his wife while his wife wears sleeveless means she does not
bother what society thinks, thats true power. Her husbands eyes are looking ground, he can not
walk fast, his sindoor in maang shows he is devoted husband to wife, look at face. Wife’s face
open she will speak freely. Husband in pallu, he is shying from his in laws, his parents. He is in
confusion is he a good son, obedient son in law, he is keeping his maryada/ dignity , he is serving
them well as his wife brings food and money to home.”

Couples returned, audience clapped.
2nd walk in costume started.men in halfsaree women in salwar.
Lady announcer,” now this is change, wife in salwar, she is office going girl, she is holding
office key on her finger, her suit is ironed well maintained, she has vanity which holds files,
laptop, she is busy to go to office, here is her husband. He has prepared his wife’s favourite
dishes and packed in this small tiffin which can hold 12 types of dishes and easy to carry, dish
would not cool down, it is special type tiffin. Husband knows his wife loves his food and shares
with her officemates, so he has prepared extra for her, his wife is in list of jealosy among her
colleagues as she got nice husband who cooks well also this food keeps her happy energetic as
these tiffin are bacteria proof will not stink or rot even not washed, so she works hard without
getting ill, she is riding her career graph high and fast. Look at the husband, he is changed now,
he is half saree, his blouse is wet, he is working hard in kitchen to feed his wife and children, he
packed for both. He is a busy one. This is special blouse he is wearing which soaks all sweats,
his bangles are classy, they do not itch to his arms for waterlogging. We have special makeup
which is herbal and keeps face supple for 1 day fully. He is a devoted husband, only eats left
over his wife, so this tiffin is boon as when his wife returns he eats from her left over of tiffin,
which keeps food healthy tasty. He keeps a smile face to good bye to his wife, his wife loks how
beautiful his husband is in half saree showing his navel and stomach.”

Audience clapped, 3rd ramp walk started.Men in blouse petticoat and women in night pyjama
Lady announcer,”it is night, best time for couple. Wife in reading glass with cool pyjama
nightwear while husband in blouse petticoat to entice his wife. We have special scent for
husbands to seduce their wives. This is special blouse, some men may have breast transplant,
some are in hormone, some naturally medium even most flat chested. They are apprehensive
how does a blouse will fit to them, which is for females to wear as they have big breasts. He is
fearful if he can not wear any blouse his wife will be unhappy. Do not woory we have such
solution, our blouses are custom design which can fit what size mens’ chest/ breast may be. It
gives a nice cleavage, poking nipples and all contours so his wife can not resist to grope his
pleasure orbs, even she can not go to office without enjoying them at a quickie. We have
aromatic oils for men women to relax them for body massage.”

4 th round walk started.women in tight fitting jeans and salwar, men in ghaghra choli
Lady announcer,”its party time, clubbing dance, wife wants to take her husband outside for
dance, they are very busy, wife in office, husband in home. Their parents agree to allow husband
to have night out. It is late night, so wife must protect her weak husband from rascals, she has
this small gun fitted to her jeans pant nicely covered with salwar. Husband looking gorgeous in
backless short choli and sarong size ghaghra, he is slut enough for his wife, definitely night
Dandiya will be exciting may be on road, or at club or after returning in bed room. look at small
vanity husband is carrying, it is special one to hold his all makeup things, you know how girly
husbands can be to satisfy their busy wives, so may be he will get a diamond mangalsutra after
the night”

Audience laughed and cheered.
5 th round walk, women in cargo pant shirt, men in small skirt and blouse baring their midriff
with waistband.
Announcer,” its a long bike ride husband demanding from wife, he was bored in staying at home
inn ghoonghat always, his wife is neglecting her doting husband, she has promotion nearby with
impending tasks to complete in office, she is overworking , not returning to home sometimes.
Finally she is promoted, she has attributed her success to her husband, his only wish a vacation
with bike ride. So husband is not a docile man in house in ghonnghat, he is wearing short skirt
mini blouse to show sexiness as naughty girlfriend wears for her boyfriend in the shitty men
oriented movies. He does not mind showing his sexiness, hugging his wife’s back. But his wife
is not so relaxing, it is a long bike ride,she is prepared to drive with her lovely man slut, so cargo
pant shirt to accomodate maximum tools equipments. Ofcourse she has our necessary special tent
kit tied to her bike. So she is atleast relaxed she can repair her bike, can go on camping with lots
lots lots of fun. Yes you have heard it right it will be best journey they will be tired everyday,
you know what I mean.”
This time audience were laughing more.

6
th
round it was sleazy one, both men women in bra panty. The room was whistling, hooting,
catcalling.
Announcer,” yes, I know you are eager, here they are in vacation in beach or in tent house. This
special bra panty woman can ride motorcycle, it is waterproof air can passage and absorb
menstruation blood without any discomfort, it holds her body firm, so she can go for swimming
trekking, mountaineering or gymming, tell anything it is must beneath every cloth. It is her
confidence and strength. For Man it shows his sexy cleavage, like blouse it is adjustable, so once
you purchase you do not have to worry about varying size of your chest or breast. Mostly most
bra for husband does not fit as he is constantly groped by his nymphomaniac overenerhetic wife
always, she is impatient to unhook bra of her husband, in public place or in front of others a wife
is always naughty harassing her husband as her hand dexterly explore husband’s breasts without
unbuttoning bra. Look at panty of husband, it comfortably hides his manhood, no pressure on
manhood and gives look like he is not a man rather a woman, absolute flatness there. Look how
wives are massaging their husbands exposed butt over panty, their hands cupping their
asscheeks. Mind me a coule of smacks they are hard, but it will not be visible , even husband
cums it will absorb. So anywhere physical relation not an issue. Whether a surprise lunch at
wife’s cabin on her table, wife eats delicious food and the beautiful man who prepared it, both
will be satisfied with not a single stain visible outside or discomfort, yes these material will
absorb all not once but 25 times if both cum. Both bra panty for men is highly elastic with soft
elastic, so even their wives giving pleasure by exploring both it will not be issue.”

Finally men wore their sarees and Bhavna and others their clothes.
Anasuya,” as for our male models we will provide our each items for men free of cost , they will
use it, you can visit them for its review, for most beautiful men in this place it is nothing.
Actually I am impressed, I told you we are all sisters, we are here to help each other. I encourage
you to purchase as per your wish, even you do not purchase it is okay. But one bonanza offer, if
your husbands or boyfriends come here and purchase these men’s costume it will be absolutely
free. Won’t it is nice sistas your husbands look after your home while you go for career.”

All audience cried Yaay, then they talked with Bhavna, how is her life, getting tips, her story.
There is no changing room, so women tried the things they wanted to purchase openly. They
rode their bikes and fell comfortable. Nearly all women purchased everyitem nearly 5 lakh per
head, not an issue. Next time some of them said they will bring their men, each women got
recordings of fashion show in pendrive.

Finally Kishor and Bhavna wanted to leave, but women wanted to test whether panty actually
works and the tent. So Bhavna and Kishor went inside the tent which was carriable behind bike,
Bhabhna masturbated Kishor in her favourite way, her mouth engulfing his nipples, one finger
massaging prostrate, it was g string panty and quite elastic so shedid not find any issue inserting
her finger in her husband’s anus and pumping it and her other hand masturbating Kishor’s penis.
Kishor was moaning, he cum in his panty. Bhavna continued Kishor cummed 7 times in 4 hour,
he was tired. Bhavna look at panty it soaked all cum, no stain, no smell, even it held erect penis
nicely. Bhavna offered him new panty, Kishor was sleeping. She came out with panty soaked in
cum.

Bhavna,” yes, it works as promised.”
One woman in 70s,” how will we know how much cum it soaked.”
Anasuya,” I admit many women love man’s cum to taste, some swallow, if you are office going
or in business trip away from home and miss your husband’s cum, then you can carry them
easily by this panty, no one will ever notice that this panty is full of cum. If you are stressed in
office work or in heavy traffic or bad day at work this will be your stress buster, I admit a man’s
cum gives you energy and revitalization.”
70 % women admit they love to drink man’s cum, but they can not get enough as one time a
man’s cumming ability is only few ml, but they want more.

Anasuya took a glass offered to Bhavna and told her to squeeze the g strings of her husband’s
panty and milk the front of panty. The panty started to drip all cum into glass. It was nearly three
quarter full cum, milky white with musky smell. Bhavna was excited, she was hungry, she drank
it all , licking the glass clean, never wasting single drop.

Suddenly all wanted to purchase the panty for men.

Anasuya,” sorry sisters, I can not sell, it is free, only married men who come here voluntarily
will get this free that too if his wife is riding bike, sitting behind his wife’s bike.”
All left disheartened but this gave them motivation to slowly feminize their husbands, if widow
they will marry, if husband not willing then divorce him and marry a man who will wear saree
for her and sit at her bike.

Kishor could not walk, Bhavna lifted him and placing him on her thighs she rode her bike to her
home.Sonia got new friends of her age group, her friends told that she is lucky as she has got a
boy who is ready to wear saree mangalsutra sindoor on her name. She was excited, but Nikhil is
not there, so only her fingers and many femdom porn for tonight will quench her body heat.

In house Kishor was standing in front of mirror, undbanging saree, lookig deep at himself, his
hands cupping his breasts, running over his stomach. Bhavna hugged him from back, her arms
exploring her husband now down to blouse petticoat, kissing kishor’s back Bhavna said,” you
look stuning in fashion show, everyone saying you are too sexy, like actress namitha, Mumaith
Khan and Sona.”

Kishor,” what do you think.”
Bhavna,” you are Kishor, the man I loved, I cherished, for whom I cared my home so he could
work and now he is caring for my home so I could work.”
Bhavna was kissing Kishor’s neck, playing with his hair.
Kishor,” me and my friends were talking today, why not we all go for a long ride being
girlfriends to beach, where we both can wear sexy bra panty. By the way those women near to
death bed riding motorcycle in jeans , i think you should wear it sometimes, you know it will
improve your masculanity behaviour feature, not much but few, even skirt will be sxy on you,
today you wore saree after long time mostly after our marriage 1
st
night, you looked sexy.”
Bhavna,” yes, this summer a 4 day bike trip we will take, for now my pussy wants a tongue ride
and to satisfy my sexy husband i will wear jeabs, skirt even saree.”
Kishor,” shall we go for saree shopping trip now.”
Bhavna,” now I will make trip to heaven that is my husband’s sexy pouty lips covered with
lispsticks, ensure my vertical lips get its lipstsick colour from your horizontal lips.”
Kishor laughed, his blouse was down, bra removed, Bhavna’s hands on his breasts, he was now
on bed and his eyes getting darker as he could see a hairy bush getting down to it, it was already
wet. Kishor’s hand was locked by Bhavna’s arm, Bhavna now controlled her hips motion to and
fro on his mouth.
Bhavna,” I have drunk your cum 7 times, its time for payback, you must drink it 7 times and I
want to check whether you are best in your duty to make me agree for long bike trip to beach,
probably Goa.”

Bhavna could not hear anything like Kishor wanted to speak, he was only groaning, some times
later she also making high sound.
It was night,as usual family time. Next day morning Bhavna was practising Karate some new
moves, Sonia was studying in her room, she has physics exam today so not practising karate with
her mom. Bhavna in tight black jeans and black bra body fitting was loking hot, she was doing
those round kicks, summersaults, acrobats. Kishor has floor moping day today, he was looking
sexily at his wife who was hot in karate, while moping his saree dropped, knowingly he bit his
lips to show his helplessness. He completed moping with very hotness, to cool himself he went
for bath as he knew Bhavna will not come until finishing training. He had bath, he was wearing
saree, it was half complete, he has completed tucking it into petticoat, before he could wrap it,
Bhavna caught the flying saree, she started doing its pleat and slowly pushed it to petticoat
touching his penis. Then her fingers slowly roamed around Kishor’s belly, digging deep into
Kishor’s navel pushing it.
Kishor,” Keep away from me, I have recently taken bath, you are smelling like rotten egg.”
Bhavna,” this egg has some desire to be made as sandwich, I am horny watching you in saree,
long time we have made in morning sex.”

Kishor,” but not long, today is Sonia’s exam, we have to be quick, I have to cook.”
Bhavna started moving her hand from Kishor’s face to neck, towards his shoulder and circling
the outer edge of his breast. She slid her thumb in his cleavage, gripping his torso just
underneath his boobs while her other hand was still busy pulling Kishor’s hair.
Bhavna was in no control of her hands. They just knew how to make go crazy. Soon Bhavna
held Kishor by his waist with both her hands and pulled Kishor as close as possible, crushing
her body into his
“It’s your fault that you teased me back then” as BHAVNA grabbed Kishor’s love handles and
stroked hard.
“If this is what it does, I am glad I did!”
“You won’t be glad in the morning” bhavna smirked as bhavna turned him around to kiss him
once more.

bhavna lifted Kishor, pinning him to the door behind as they continued kissing each other with
much vigour. She wrapped her legs around his waist as bhavna crushed him even more between
herself and the door feeling his ribs and those big beautiful mounds.
They weren’t allowing themselves time to breathe as they started panting when they separated.
Bhavna didn’t want her heart rate to slow down as bhavna started biting Kishor’s left earlobe,
slowly going down, imparting kisses on his neck as bhavna kept wetting her lips with her
tongue and bit Kishor.
“That’s going to leave a mark” she exclaimed
“It isn’t going to be the only one” as bhavna bit again on his chest right above his boobs. Kishor
wanted o grab them as she heaved her chest up as soon as her hands wandered around them.

Kishor lied in bed hoping it will be titfuck or cunnilingus. Bhavna opened her zips, she was not
wearing any panty beneath. She need not to remove it, she lifted petticoat of Kishor, he was also
not wearing any panty. Bhavna’s touch excfited him.

Bhavna held two legs of Kishor as wide as possible, then placed them on her shoulder , in
amazonian position she inserted her pussy to Kishor’s throbbing cock.

Bhavna,” Kishor have you ever thought of taking my anal cherry, you know most men love to
anal fuck their wives, women love it too. I have used finger inside you, from what I see you
enjoy, then I think I shoudl get a taste of anal fucking too.”

Kishor,” a new idea , not bad, but i want it to be memorable.”
Bhavna,” of course sweetie, what about we play a new type of game this Sunday, I hope you will
enjoy it. It will be a give and take type.”

Kishor went to kitchen.

[ashishrajan]

Time is running, Kishor is changing. Kishor wears only saree at home; Kishor never wears bra
while at home; Kishor's figure is short, sexy, right size breasts and correct size ass. His color is
white and texture of the skin is amazing; he's actually around 50 years old but his body doesn't
show the age. His hair is pure black and he doesn't dye her hair at all..

His breasts are not exactly straight or tight. It's a little saggy to give a good feeling to hands.
Bhavna likes the breasts a bit saggy. They are also now so big to hold; they are perfect size to
hold and pull the nipple using thumb and forefinger. His nipples are black as most Indian
women's nipples are black which are sexy by the way. The mangal sutra adds a sexiness to the
breasts. The fact that he's married and somebody else's wife, a woman’s wife .
Now they seemed to be getting bigger and he stopped wearing bras under his blouse. One night
Bhavna was reading some math books in bed, Kishor after cleaning kitchen came to bedroom, he
was drying his hair, his saree slipped from his blouse. Bhavna looked it sharply, definitely
Kishor’s figure have changed, the house work, evening walk has reduced his belly but still pulp,
more his breasts are larger than her own, it overpowering blouse. Kishor was not wearing any
bra.
Bhavna,” you are looking sexy now, Amazing bhabhi next door, you look like that actress Sona
Heiden, you are not wearing any bra, you are envy to any girl and dream to any boy. Now even
both men women will die to get piece of your body.”
Kishor,” so after long time you could notice me, my bras are very tight to me, what will I do, you
never get free time.”
Bhavna pulled Kishor to bed, removed his blouse, kneading his breasts by her hands said,” do
not worry this Sunday I Sonia and you will go for bra shopping, will it be nice that father mother
daughter has individual bra and alltogether shopping for their own bra.”
Bhavna’s palm grabbed handful meat from thighs of Kishor.
Bhavna,” today we will have different type sex, I will show you how to make good use of your
breasts.”

Saying Bhavna lowered her kurta to just thigh exposing her hairy pussy, she inserted nipple of
Kishor inside her pussy, then grabbing his breasts she inserted it into her pussy, it was different
than traditional penis sex, breast is soft, nipple can rub anywhere in pussy, breast is wide so
thrust was more. Bhavna was getting mad, she humped up and down with heavy force, in such
sensation she cummed hard on her husband’s breasts like flowing streams.She sat on Kishor’s
breast composing herself. She could see Kishor’s penis sprang up. She slowly moved her hips to
face of her husband and downed to Kishor’s lips engulfing her mounds, she applied slight
pressure so Kishor can not free himself, Kishor did not want to get free too. His tongue did what
it is acuumosted to.Bhavna took whole 5 inch straight man rod in her mouth, her one finger
penetrated to man gspot inside anus. Now both couple gagged to pleasure each other. They cum
in eachother’s mouth. Bhavna kissed Kishor mixing both lover’s cum and she took all in mouth,
then she poured all juice from her mouth to Kishor’s breast.
Bhavna,” do not move, it is mixture of our cum juice, do not drop any , just lay as you are, I am
coming in 1 minute.”

Bhavna stood lifted her kurta and ran to kitchen, in 1 minute she came with two loaf of
breads.Kishor was thinking what will Bhavna do.Bhavna put two breads on Kishor’s breasts,
making hole in it so Kishor’s nipple popping out from breasts. Bhavna sucked Kishor’s nipples,
her saliva dropping to breads. Breads already soaked cummixed by Bhavna earlier put on his
breasts. When his breasts are dry, Bhavna took pieces of it by biting Kishor’s breasts, she
chewed and kissed Kishor to feed some part of bread and swallowing rest. She continued till all
bread is over. Then Bhavna returned to her study, Kishor stood in front of mirror looking at
himself, his breasts are all bite marks and saliva of Bhavna his beloved dear wife. It was giving
slight pain sensation but loving one. He cupped both his breasts and said to himself new bra is
must for him. He went to bathroom clean himself, wore his saree blouse petticoat, adjusted
sindoor and started massaging feet of Bhavna who was now focused on study. In 30 minutes
Bhavna put off light, and dragged Kishor near to her and slept hugging him.
Next morning Kishor would have been wake up, busy in kitchen. But he was sleeping. Bhavna
saw some blue marks on his breast, so she knew Kishor could not bear her up down load during
intercourse by using Kishor’s breasts as tools to penetrate her. Bhavna asked Sonia to continue
her studies by herself. She called her college asking for leave for 3 days and she will compensate
by extra classes. Bhavna picked Kishor to a mat, she prepared aromjatic hot oil and gave body to
body massage to Kishor, then gave him a nice bath. Bhavna cleaned swept houses, did utensils.
She prepared food for all, she fed to Kishor. In afternoon Kishor’s bruise was gone, he was as
cheerful as before. In evening both husband wife cooked meal and spent in talking.

Kishor,” actually it is not like for your past night sexual activity, my breats are lightly remaining
sore for hanging long time. I need more bra for it.”
Sonia also came to kitchen,” Mom, I need money, my bra are quite tight for me, I need new.”
Bhavna,” I need to change my old bra too, this Sunday we are definitely going for bra shopping.”
Kishor called his two friends that he is going for bra shopping. Bhavna next day went to college,
she discussed about her colleagues, they said a new lingerie and female apparel store newly
opened, it is exclusive collection from all world wide brands, costly starting from 20thousand
rupees per lingerie, it has 3 section for female bikers, they are giving 70% off for female bikers
and female gangs, yankies.
Sunday Kishor was ready wearing saree, he sat behind bullet of Bhavna, Sonia rode solo yamah
rx100. On road they met with colleagues of Bhavna, they were riding solo, all were in salwar,
soon Kishor’s two friends with their wives also joined the group. They were riding in formation
of a line in busy road, soon after city ended they covered the whole road like they are queen of
this road, why not. On road one man was riding scooty, he could not see women riding bikes as
normal, his male ego hurt, so to save his pride he chased to women riders. Women riding solo
were ahead of couples, Sonia was in between, the women did many stunts like riding in single
wheel, dancing on running motorcycle, standing on runing motorcycle, they formed a triangle
holding each other hands. But Kishor and his two friends were 1 km behind the single bikr
women gang, Sonia was in their visual range, their bike was near speed of 50km/hr, so the man
in scooty reached at them and started passing flithy comments about women, he said women
must stay at home take care of families, they should not ride bikes, again more abusing words.
This time he said the women have not met real man in their lives, they need cock to suck so they
must be obedient, women never saw cock, so behaving like sluts and instead of searching for
cock in streets like whores women should suck his cock and accept him as their master. Sonia
could hear it, as he was talking so loud. The three couples ignored his words as they did not want
any commotion in road. Sonia did a sharp U turn on her bike and intercepted the man riding
scooty.

Sonia,” hey I am a girl, I ride bike, I will eagerly explore your cock, right now here.”
Bhavna,” Sonia what are you speaking, ignore him.”
Sonia walked slowly to Bhavna and said slowly,” If he had talk to me like that I have forgiven,
but he talked trash to you , my mom. How can I tolerate, besides if we leave him alone he will
spread his message and start doing moral policing to other women. Who is he to decide what
should I wear. Where should women go, women shoild ride bike or not. Let me teach this scum
asshole some lesson, so in future no man will dare to stop woman riding bike.”
Bhavna,” you are right, sensible, I leave this matter to you, handle.”
Sonia looked at asshole man with a smile, walking sexily she went near to him and said ,” Look I
am a whore for your cock, it is not right that I suck your cock here on road, there is a ground
nearby why not you enjoy me there.”

The man thought it is his golden chance, they rode to near field 200 metre away from main road,
no one was nearby. The other women who were riding solo also stopped after some time, they
looked back, seeing no one was coming they returned back to see that Bhavna , her daughter and
other 2 women riding bike along with a man in scooty to a field. Sonia asked others to stay
surrounding the field.Bhavna asked three men in saree to stay away from them , so men went to
nearby tree shade talking about their day to day lives. Kishor was confident about Bhavna she
can handle everything.
Then Sonia lay down the gauntlet. "Why don't we fight for woman you teased. You and me. Boy
vs girl. May the better girl win. I would love to beat you up and humiliate you in front of these
women. Judging by the lump in your pants I think you want me to dominate and humiliate you
too. C'mon. Are you man enough or are you afraid of getting beaten up by a girl?Show me how
much of a man you are."
Her fingers snaked their way into man’s pants and found his throbbing boner. She clasped her
hand around it before gently tugging it up and down. "But we all know that you're not enough
of a man to get a girl like me. You like to be dominated like I'm dominating you now. I want to
watch her beat you up and make you cry like a baby begging for mercy. She's gonna make you
her bitch! Her cunt licking bitch!"

Blast after blast of rich creamy shame coated his drawers and her fingers. The bad news is that
he came in his pants just listening to her describing his impending doom. Turns out this was
more bad news than good for scum man.

"Did you just cum in your panties you faggot? You're a disgrace to men everywhere! You
deserve every single thing that Sonia is going to do to you and I can't wait to watch!"

She backed up and fired a quick punch which struck the side of his face. It didn't really hurt. It
was just annoying. The Man continued bearing down on Sonia when she popped him with a left
right combo to his face.Then she danced away. She was giggling as if she was toying with him.
Turns out she was.

The Man lunged at the sexy little temptress but she side stepped and hammered him with
another combo striking both his face and body. Then she stepped towards him and wound up for
a big punch. The Man jumped away covering his face and they just laughed at him.


"Are you afraid of me? Scared of getting beaten up by a little girl. Don't lie to me. You like it.
Still got that silly boner." Bhavna laughed and pointed at his little soldier. She urged Sonia to "go
and kick that pussy's ass." She didn't need to wait long. Sonia started dancing like Muhammad
Ali with her hands at her sides occasionally flicking out jabs from both hands which came
quicker than The Man could react. The Man found myself backpedaling trying to avoid her
lightning quick fists. She wasn't hitting him hard, but she was slowly and methodically taking
him apart. Just when The Man expected her to punch him in the stomach, she would
surprise him and rap him on the nose. My hopes were dashed and The Man was getting
very discouraged.

Sonia kept laughing at him and rubbing it in. "I knew you weren't a man. You're just a little boy
getting beaten up by a girl. Hit me you faggot! Or are you afraid. I like beating you up in front
of your dreamgirl!"
Both looked like a Merry go round. The Man was backpedaling in circles and she was
stalking him occasionally striking without warning. The Man could taste blood in his
mouth and The Man was just trying to survive. After a couple dozen unreturned
punches The Man began to whimper and moan. A few more punches and she was going to
make him cry. Bhavna was really excited as she announced "beat him up Sonia. He's
going to start crying soon. Make him cry like a baby for him. Teach him a lesson in female
power."

It only took 3 more punches. Sonia had him backed into the corner. She wound up
to crush his belly so The Man pulled in his elbows and waited for contact. She was
faking it and hammered him with three straight right hand punches to the nose.
The Man heard the crack and felt the blood begin to flow. The Man sank to his knees
covering his face and started to cry. Bhavna screamed Ding Ding Ding signifying the
end of round 1.
Sonia said "you are going to have to do a lot better than that if you really want to fuck any
woman. But I don't think you are really man enough for me. You just want to get beaten up
and humiliated for my pleasure. I am gonna make you my bitch. My cunt licking bitch. Then I
am going to make you worship me too. That's all your gonna get but that's all you deserve.
Sonia's going to really hurt you now and I am so excited that I might cum watching knock you
out!"
Punch after punch after punch. She hammered him at will. These punches were much harder than
they were in the first round. She had been holding back. But now she was beating the self esteem
and masculinity out of him. After 10 seconds The Man was screaming and crying like a baby.
By 15 seconds The Man was yelling "I give up, you win. Please stop hurting me." She secured
his arms with her legs and told him that she was going to knock him out now. She hammered
him with left right left right left right as The Man screamed no no no more please.

The Man was unconscious for several moments. She was sitting on him again smiling. She
asked if The Man had a nice nap. His face was a mass of pain and The Man started crying
again as The Man realized that his punishment was just beginning.
Sonia shimmied forward until all that The Man could see was this big black bush. The Man had
never seen anything like it before as most of the girls The Man had were shaved bare or almost
bare. Sonia on the other hand had a thick black triangle of hair covering her lower torso and
hiding her cunt. It was scary. And then it ate him. Sonia jammed his face deep inside her hairy
inferno and told him eat her out. She told him that The Man better do a good job or else she
would really make him sorry. She screamed obscenities as she ground her burning core down his
throat. The Man was soon rewarded with the heady aroma and pungent flavor of juicy girl cum.

Next thing The Man knew he was flat on his back again with those black haired gates of heaven
in his face. As The Man began lapping her cuntal offerings like a thirsty kitten The Man felt
Sonia grab his ankles and lift. The next thing The Man felt changed his life forever.

Sonia was sporting her fist and with a single violent thrust she buried it deep inside his bowels.
The Man can't explain the pain, agony, and humiliation The Man felt as Sonia fucked him like a
two rupee whore. As badly as it felt she was abusing his prostate. It hurt so bad but she was
going to make him cum again and cum like The Man never came before. The Man was
screaming no no no while she screamed yes yes yes! The Man couldn't stop it and The Man was
about to explode with Sonia's fist in his ass. She pulled back and paused before
ramming it all the way in to the hilt. The Man came like a sailor who had just spent
a month at sea. Rope after dancing rope of white creamy semen leapt from his
cock all over Bhavna's back. It was all too much for him and The Man passed out again
from sheer exhaustion.
Sonia forced the man to lick her fist clean, she was satisfied, she gave the man his scooty keys
and told sternly to leave this place in 2 minutes and never disrespect any woman, she is tolerating
does not mean she is weak helpless, passivity is not synonym to weakling.


The man picked his scooty key and tried to limping with his bruised body to his scooty. Bhavna
could see pathetic condition of the man, she knew he can not ride. So she opened her medical
box and did bandage to bruises. The man felt sorry for his rude remarks, he was crying.

All women applaused Sonia and praised for her action. Sonia was now cool, she thought what
was she doing, she started crying. Bhavna consoled her,” why are you crying.”

Sonia,” I made a sin, I have lost my purity sanctity. My hands cummed a man I did not love or
know. It was meant for pleasure to Nikhil. Before marriage it touched sexually to a man. What
will I do, I must destroy my arms. Now I am not faithful to Nikhil, I am his love, I was blind in
anger. He sucked my pussy which was only Nikhil’s property”

Bhavna,” do not worry, it happens, does this man touched you, your body belongs to Nikhil. He
is a good man, he understands, your feeling for him is important, you did in anger. You
understood the mistake in anger, thats why we told you to ignore him. If I have fought him I
would have done same as you did, think in front of your father how much shock he would have
got. You are pure and nice soul. Now get a smile, I wil talk to Nikhil.”

Bhavna to the man,” look we ride bike, roam, but do you see us wearing any revealing clothes,
talking rude. All of here are married, most have children, in laws. We do our duty so our family
have faith that we will never do any wrong, they gave us freedom to ride motorcycle freely. We
are women, loving mother sister , caring daughter, for you scums we are Destroyer Durga Maa.
Now you may leave.”
The man fell at all women’s feet, he was feeling better and he picked his scooty and left. The
women returned to their bikes. Bhavna picked her man, so did other two.

Kishor asked is everything okay, Bhavna smiled yes situation under control.

Bhavna to Sonia,” by the way you are in emotion, who is Nikhil, from when you are in love with
him, does he know, his families.”

Sonia,” he is Rajani aunty’s son, he also loves me, from 1st
meeting to icecream parlour we were
in love, I do not know whether aunty knows, but we promised each other I will get to IIT and he
will be a good boy. I am now studying hard.”

Kishor,” looks our daughter is growing to be a fine woman like her mother.”

Bhavna,” no ,she is ours best and she is better than me.”

[ashishrajan]

slowly Bhavna's reputation increased. many of her colleagues wanted their husbands to interact with Kishor, so one interaction session was organised for husbands.
1) Kishor was sitting at centre. One biker woman’s husband asked him how he feels comfortable
taking surname of his wife. Kishor explained :
Traditionally women have taken their new husband’s name after marriage but unfortunately that
is no longer the default in this modern world. As much as I love my father and proud of having
his name as my surname, I personally would adopt my wife’s name immediately after marriage
as I believe it represents a symbol of marriage.
More importantly it represents your love and devotion towards your wife as she is going to be
your guardian after marriage. When a woman keeps her surname, it ultimately gets lost in the
next generation in many cases, so i would not encourage that.
Once a woman is married she becomes a inseparable part of the husband’s family. can you
imagine your family without your mother? No. Now the question arises why should a woman
leave her dad’s family ? Because a woman is much more flexible than her male counterpart. she
can endure pain and sacrifice for her family and changing her name is absurd, so I take my
wife’s surname..
Some people may say this is a way of treating me as her property but I tend to think It is like
giving a special honor to her to be a part of the family (and create the family too). Here we men
are flexible.
2)Kishor answering about high heels:
I love wearing heels but not all the time, I would wear them along with an elegant looking saree
or a nice comfy skirt. Even though they are not exactly easy on your feet, I dont mind donning a
high heels for occasions such as wedding or a get together or going out for dinner.
Many women’s clothes are designed with heels in mind. The same saree/skirt that looks sharp
with a three inch high heels sandals will look a moderate with a flats.
Sure, heels are uncomfortable, but sometimes you need to suffer for looking good. After all
beauty comes with pain and a bit discomfort. You can’t look good AND be comfortable at the
same time. The benefits of wearing high heels outweigh the pain caused due to them.
I would personally prefer an high heels with max 3 inches height and not any higher. However I
am totally in love with this casual looking but cute little wedge slippers (something like below)
and wouldn’t mind wearing them all day (even while cooking in the kitchen) as they are super
comfy with a soft platform and will cause you less trouble.
3)Kishor answered about clothing and height of woman:
Height matters for a woman! how tall you wish if you were a woman? I prefer an average height
(around 5 feet 4 inches) which will perfectly suit with a 6 feet wife .
Being average height or less will also allow us to wear different high heels and still look like a
doll when posing with your wife. you don’t want to look too tall also because you want to look
up to your wife literally at least when kissing.
One of the pleasures being a woman’s man wife is possessing a long hair and able to style it in
different ways for different occasion. It is indescribable feeling as a woman to braid a long &
thick hair even though it is high maintenance. Beauty comes at a cost and requires time & effort.
A married man who wears saree has to look great and presentable when his wife comes home in
the evening after long day at work. I personally love a simple Saree with light makeup and a
positive smile will go a long way in setting up a great atmosphere for your wife and the family.
Wearing a Saree and feeling feminine & sensuous is an essential part of womanhood for
househusband and the happiness out of it can’t be described in words.
The main garment that adds a whole new dimension and beauty to the Saree is the blouse that is
worn along with it. A saree blouse comes in different styles and shapes and the one that I like the
most is the wide back open one.
While it requires your hands to be a lot flexible to wear a back open blouse without any
assistance from others, there is a lot of pleasure in struggling to hook the saree blouse from back
side and it requires equal skill & focus as that making pleats. And it is more glamorous than the
backless style which leaves nothing for imagination.
There are endless activities a man does as a wife of his wife, mother and a daughter in law of the
house and crunching it down to few choices is very hard. However in my opinion, Cooking and
feeding your family is the single most activity that defines the essence of a man in every house
and is a very rewarding and fulfilling experience as a home maker.
Even though I don’t eat non-veg, I loved cooking for my wife as I quickly realized the easiest
way to a woman’s heart is via herstomach. Having cooking experience during my male life
definitely helped a lot and I enjoyed cooking every day.
I love my footwear. And they have a never ending choices from flats, thongs, heels, wedges,
stilletos, etc. If you’re looking for an everyday sandal with a little extra height, a wedge sandal
will be your friend. The flat wedged heel will keep you comfortable without looking too chunky,
they also look super cute when paired with a simple skirt.

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Fantastic bro

[ashishrajan]

now Kishor and his two friends make frequent visit to each others house. Men took their position in kitchen, while helping each other they chat a lot.
Soon one of mother came to kitchen, she was happy to see her son and two of his friends in saree
talking like women in other house do. She,” Bete are you talking about your wives, now they are
in office. Now I can help.”

Soon mother of other friend joined. She said men hair need treatment. She asked her son to sit at
her feet, she opened band of her son, took long hair in her hand, just massaged it lightly, she took
a bunch in her finger smelled it deeply and said,” Hmmm your hair is smelling nice, it is long
and strong, my Bahu must be enjoying smelling it too, you are like my daughter, thanks you give
me no opportunity to grief for it, you are my lovely Beti.”
Her son,” No Maa, I am not your Beti, but your Beta who wears saree do household chores.”
His mother,” Yes, yes you are my lovely beautiful Beta. By the way do you take bath in lavender
oil 1 tbsp rose extract 3 tbsp with my other ingredients as prescribed daily.”
“ Yes, ma daily.”
Mother smell neck and arm of her son and said,” I am proud of you Beta, for your determination
of accepting womanhood, your body is clean, smelling good, it is free of any odour or hair.
Normally husbands prefer wife likethis, I hope your scent must be keeping your wife satisfied
excited always, remember the better body pain your wife gives you at night it shows how much
in love with you, always surrender your body mind soul to you, never argue, never deny always
support her, afterall she is owner breadwinner of this house.”
“ Yes ma, i am doing as you told, I am feeling satisfied happy by submitting myself to your
bahu, she is a good great woman.”
After that the woman called Kishor and made his hair a nice design braid, she thanked Kishor for
giving their son a peaceful meaningful life, she considers Kishor as her own son. She wanted to
gift Kishor a herbal pouch that will keep him smelling good although Kishor was soft good
smelling which was admired by all, it will enhance his fragrance more.
She went to pick a capped container, she tried to open it but could not open. Then she asked her
son to open, one by one the men tried to fail miserably.
Friend of Kishor,” actually my wife always opens and closes the container, you know how strong
our wives have become, she was earlier too strong but now more strong.”
Kishor,” our lives are now in secure hands beneath our wives.”
Other friend,” we should do all prayers fasting rituals for their long life and healthy happy way.”
His mother,” that is possible if you always remain healthy beautiful fit, so you can take care of
them after they return from hectic life. From your intention it is good, you are morally character
wise upright.”

Kishor,” Aa Jee Sunti Ho, Thoda kitchn aana, mera ek help chahiye.”
Bhavna was in hurry, she came to kitchen and on request of Kishor she opened the lid of jar with
2 fingers and went to her bike to go to college.”
Kishor was getting many tips from two mothers of his friends, it is said they ae as wise as they
get old with many experiences they shared. There was no barrier between men and old women as
all were in saree and feeling connected by their wifely duties, older generation served men now
their sons serving women race, but subject is same. With freeness came little more intimate
subject like physical relationship, the men admitted to their mothers that they were taken anally
by their strong Bahus. They were blushing not in shame but in pride. Old women told them how
to take anal etiquette to its peak, the men said what they have learnt from magazines online,
women told them to add some new but few important technique that women in their new
adulthood did. Soon sister of one man came to kitchen, she took a pan and placed it on stove.

Friend of Kishor,” what do you want, my dear kid sister.”
Sister,”I saw a kitchen show last night and I want to practice its recipe.”
Friend of Kishor got angry, in soft but hard tone he rebuked his sister,” I am here to take care of
kitchen, you go do your study, if you have time then watch wrestling or science or engineering
shows, no need to divert your attention to cooking show, your brother is there to look into it.
Listen my dear sister you are watching your Bhabhi, how happy she is as she earns money, rides
motorcycle and a man to serve her. Do not you want to marry a man who love to wear saree
serve you take care of your mother, you ride bike take a career rather than you stay at your home
as simple housewife getting rejected by your in laws. Please listen to me, your Bhabhi is telling
to me after we earn much we will purchase a home, she wants that I will stay with her mother
and leave this house , I am temporary staying here, my Mom also agreed to her after all I am
ParayaDhaan after marriage, your Bhabhi and her mother will dictate my life, I will come and
visit you few times,but I can not serve you forever, ofcourse your Bhabhi will send you money to
keep you happy and enough for you both. But one issue is who will take care of house and
protect it, it is your Bhabhi who was riding bike taking care of small external needs, like grocery
marketing. In her absence it will be you who will ride bike. It will be you who will protect the
house. This year I will tie Rakhi on your hand, it will be your duty to protect me from evils.”

His mother interrupted,” Yes Beti, your brother is ParayaDhaan, I have given his hand to your
Bhabhi’s hand now she an dher mother is his owner. I want you grow up strong like your Bhabhi
and get a man submissive sweet docile like your brother. He will serve us both. Have you learnt
bik eriding yet, your Bhabhi was asking me as she will gift you a brand new Yamaha FZ bike to
you as Rakhi gift for this year from your brother’s side. Have you learnt it, I have been sitting on
your Bhabhi’s bike, my dream is that I sit on your bike, my daughter’s bike.”

Friend of Kishor,” Yes, sister I want to sit on your bike, I will make my next Rakhi marketing on
my little sister’s bike, I will hold your waist so you are strong and protective, my saree swiping
your sweats, whole market i want to roam wearing saree on my little strong sister’s bike.”

Sister,” yes, i want to too, i was stupid to watch those girly cooking show that are for housewives
not for astrong girl like me, I want to be strong, but bhabhi has less time to teach me, she is tired
and she has a lot of job to do, she does all finance planning, marketing etc, she also works very
hard.”
Friend Of kishor,” I will tell your Bhabhi to teach you bike ride in early morning, I know you
can handle it in 7 days, I know you are much more capable.”
“ who says my Nanand is weak, she is strong more capable than me, my Saasu Maa is really
lucky to get a such a daughter like her, she is really a gem, I will teach her bike ride, no need to
go far away, the front road is suficient.” Was the voice of a strong woman, all looked to see it
was wife of Kishor’s friend.
Kishor’s friend,”Jee you returned so quick, I am getting you water.”
He gave his wife a glass of water which she gulped in one go, she said,” yes, I got information
that my next courier consignment will come in next 8 hour, that too I have to deliver out of city
in next day, it will be a long journey 500 km from here. The company entrusted me it is a some
medical device, they are happy with my recent services.”
Kishor’s friend,” I am proud of my wife, but it is a long journey, tomorrow is Karvachauth, you
have been doing it for me for long time, it is my first after accepting our roles, I will go with
you.”

His wife smiled lifted her husband and kissed gently said,” My dear saree wearing husband, do
you underestimate your wife’s power. I will leave at night and return at morning. I do not want to
spoil my husband’s beautiful face when he will break his fast watching me, how can I miss such
a grand day. Have faith, I know you are anxious, but you must keep faith on your sindur and
mangalsutra, it will protect me always.”

Kishor,” our wives always keep us binding on their words before they were wearing saree after
we are wearing saree.”

Wife of Kishor’s friend,” so is my lovely Nanand is ready to learn bike from now, why late in
good job, I have many times now and I can rest plentily before my journey.”

Sister of kishor’s friend,” Bhabhi now, yes I am excited.”
Wife of Kishor’s friend,” my dear nanand go change to jeans tshirt so you can easily learn, oho I
forgot you do not have any jeans, then you can wear only underwear to learn. Just wear your
panty, my shirt will cover upto your thighs.”
Mother of Kishor’s friend,” Beti, now your Bhabhi is your teacher, touch her feet to get blessed,
she will be your bacon in your life, just follow her guidance.”
Wife of kishor’s friend,” No Maa, she is my Nanand, just like my friend, her place is my heart,
we sisters just hug each other, she will be my biking sister, my bikerni saheli, i will discuss with
her freely, only my husband can touch my feet, I have right to bless him.”
Saying both hugged. Kishor’s friend’s sister came wearing her Bhabhi’s long shirt just above her
panty. Both Nanand and Bhabhi went downstair, street in front of them. Kishor his two friends,
and their two mothers stood in balcony to watch how the little 7 year girl will tame the mighty
bike Yamaha RX 100 most notorious for its high acceleration which most men can not handle
easily and give up.

Bhabhi sat on back, little Nanad on front seat, it was little exciting with anxiety , tension. Her
Bhabhi could sense it and she gently tapped her little nanand’s arm to give her assurance that she
is in safe hand. Little girl just took deep breath. Her bhabhi just gave quick info about bike ABC(
Accelerator, Brake, Clause) the three Gods of any vehicle. She also informed about how to do
gear change. Specially when to do gear change. Now the Nanand under able supervision of her
Bhabhi’s sensible wise smooth advise kicked the bike to its roar form, without changing any gear
in neutral position she just rotated accelerator to its peak, the bike roared to its peak with
vibration, Bhabhi told her Nanand to feel the vibration not to fear it, how excitation it gives, feel
that even it is mighty beast who is ready to unleashed at full throttle but it is servant to small girl,
how a small girl tame it under her foot and hand, ofcourse it gave good vibration to her thighs
like a massage machine. For 5 minutes both Nanand and Bhabhi enjoyed high volume sound.
Then Nanand slowed accelerator to keep roaring bike to near silence, then she did tuning of
sound with accelrator for more twenty minutes, she was satisfied, then she adjusted clutch with
accelrator to hear smooth sound of vehicle. She did it for 10 more minutes. Kishor and other 2
men with their mothers watching very carefully from balcony what is going on. Then Bhabhi
told her dear lovely nanand to change to 1st gear and roll on.

Ahaa|| the little 7 year girl was in cloud 9 when in 1st gear she rolled bike for 1
time with no jerk
hump or stopping. Kishor was amazed, although he has given up riding bike he used to ride in
college much before, it took him nearly 5 month to smooth operate the bike in 1
st
st
gear. But now
with awe mouth men wathced, 7year girl with her revered dear bhabhi in back as guide moved
the bike. Kishor told that it is teaching method that matters, girl in 20 minute took time to
understand how bike noise shows its smooth operating behaviour and how to control sound by
acclerator and clutch combination indirectly monitor bike behaviour. Now she is much more
comfortable than regular one, the girl slowly gathered speed and changed the gear, her bhabhi
constantly reminded her about brake, she instructed her to stop, slow, fast lik ethis, girl was now
fully confident, in 1 hour girl took ride comfortably. Now the bike moved from their street to
other street to main road in less busy route till the men could see from balcony, then bike
disappeared in moderate traffic road. The 7 year girl got round of applause from onlookers who
encouraged more, she could feel how prestige her Bhabhi is getting when she rides bike, it is no
less achievement now she has to perform it in study and sports like her Bhabhi, may be she can
surpass her.

The girl’s mother was elited, she asked her son to prepare aarti for her daughter’s success. The
three men rushed to room to prepare all process. With sound of bike at their gate the men in saree
worshipped bike , they blew cronch. The little girl hugged her brother and said,” Thank you
brother to get me such a nice Bhabhi and get her freedom so she could ride bikes freely and
teach me, for her now I can ride bike, I could see how amazed people are , they respect me. I
love you my Brother and Bhabhi.”

Her Bhabhi said,” I have told you Maa ji she has more potential than me, what it took me 7 days
she did in 1 hour. She is absolutely genius, she is good at studies not like me more bright. You
are luckiest mother to hold her in womb. She is a star.”

The proud mother huuged her Bahu,” Bahu I am proud because I have a strong dominant
determinant breadwinner Bahu like you.”

Girl’s Bhabhi laughed and said,” Now as your daughter is reliable why not get her married.”
Girl,” yes, Bhabhi sure I want a boy like my brother who wears saree blouse take care of us, he
will wear saree, I will take him in bike ride, he will wear my mangalsutra and if he does not treat
my family well or serve them I will kick his butt.”
Mother,” Hold on my daughter, you have lot of study is there and of course you are underage,
but I appreciate your progressive thought. Bahu now you can take my son to your home .”

Girl’s bhabhi,” No Maa ji, I am still your Bahu, i do not want to part from you. Yes My mother
is getting ill and due to low income of my brother and barbarian tortous nature of my Bhabhi she
is suffering. I am thinking my salary will increase , I will take next vacant flat near to us. Me and
your son and my Mom will stay there. You and my newly biker girl Nanand will stay in our
current flat. Your son will have no problem to look after both houses, rather he is a great
homemaker than I could ever imagine. He will take care of my ill mother well so for you too.”

Mother,” Bahu you are a super fine woman, you are great Bahu and daughter too. You will be a
great mother too.”

Girl’s Bhabhi,” Maa ji, now I want to focus on my career. In one month our company is going
for expansion, so I have to learn new soft skills computer programming business management, so
in one month I will be busy apart from job I will study, so I will get less time, now I can not
think of motherhood, even I can opt for surrogacy rather I will enjoy motherhood freely, I want
to experience what a normal woman goes through.”

Her Saasu Maa really liked her idea, she said,” Now you are tired, take rest, Beta serve food to
your wife.”

Soon other bike approached it was Bhavna, she was relaxed pleasant smile. She also praised the
girl for her 1
st
bike ride after hearing she rode it.

Bhavna,” you are lucky to be born among free spirit era, in our time it was a lot of tough time,
we secretly learnt fearing society . do not waste the opportunity.”
The girl,” aunty.” Bhavna interupted,” comeon I am not your mother’s age, call me Bhabhi, do I
look aunty to you.”
The girl gulped and said,” OK Bhabhi my Bhaiya Bhabhi always praise you, thanks to you we
are in such position, you are pioneer to us.”

Soon the third woman in bike came, she after hearing everything hugged the girl. Soon all went
inside the house where men served food to 3 women, mothers and th egirl, they gulped it all.
After that their left over eaten by men, as rooms were less men slept in one room, women in
other.

[ashishrajan]

After the stay Kishorw as picked by Bhavna to their home. Bhavna was also returning
from her parent teachers meeting. so she took Kishor with her, they packed food from
restaurant.

Next thing as they completed the dinner they were in a bedroom room together. As
they get inside bedroom Bhavna quickly take off her jeans and salwar and wore black
t-shirt, red shorts, and she went for sleep. Bhavna don't think she have ever been more
ready for anything than this and before Bhavna know it her husband Kishor is scantily
clad in a skimpy black bra and sexy black panty. Kishor was desperate for physical
relationship as stories of his friends running in his mind, his penis was leaking.




Bhavna stare at the truly beautiful sight in front of her in awe, and its about to get a
whole lot better. Kishor then turns to Bhavna with a seductive smile, but before
anything can become of it Bhavna's face was serious, she was thinking something
deep. But she smashes her lips against Kishor's lightly not intention hard, like a
normal routine.. Kishors eyes go wide, this less passionate kiss from his wife of years
in front of him was so less intense, eventually returns the favor. The two bodies then
get deeper and deeper into the kiss, getting so caught up in their lust that they both
begin to feel one anothers magnificent bodies. Bhavna's hand crawls down Kishor's
back until she manages to sneak in a squeeze of the fiery incredible posterior. Kishor
lets out a squeal and jumps back.





"Bhavna you are so hot my wife, you are always going too far soon, but I like you! "
Kishor cries out in surprise.


"What? Too far? " The strong Bhavna asks her sexy husband Kishor. Kishor just
lets out a little laugh then simply shakes his head.


"Bebo. Oi kinda liked it." Kishor says with a wink, then catches Bhavna by surprise
when he motorboats awesome sized tits.


Bhavna then licks her husband’s left nipple like her life depends on it. At this point,
and it really should go without saying, Kishor’s cock is fully erect. To take care of his
problem , Kishor begin stroking his small 3-inch dick, as Bhavna continues to lick
away at Kishor's gigantic breasts. The beautiful Kishor is letting out moans like you
wouldnt believe as Bhavna sucks his left nipple.


"Oh! Oh Bebo! Yes! Mmmm, fuck! Oh just like that!" Kishor cries out, as he clearly
feeling waves of pleasure from the dirty act his wife is performing. Bhavna then
speeds up her talented tongue, while coincidentally Kishor begin speeding up his
stroking as his wife sucking Kishor's juicy sexy boobs. Bhavna go faster and harder
on Kishor’s fantastic tits.


"Mmm, oh Bhavna! Oh Yes! Oh! Mmmmm, yeah! Ohhh, I love you Bebo!" Kishor
moans as Bhavna begins to suck his right nipple. However, Bhavna then does the
unthinkable and suddenly pulls away from the Queen Kishor's gigantic boobs.

"Oi love ya too, Bebo." Kishor says with a smile. But Oi need a big fat cock in me.


"Ohhhh Bhavna, you don't know how long I have dreamed of this, hearing all those
dirty stories from my friends!" Kishor cry out.


"Oh! Oh! Harder, harder! Fuck! Spank my ass! Spank my fat ass! Make me your butt
slut! Your sexy ass whore! Please, for the love of God, keep spanking my fat ass as
you do it babe but I want more hard than before!" Kishor saying this and was
getting his fantastic ass spanked and loving every single minute of it.

"Oh Bhavna, ohhhhh you're sooo good at this!!" Kishor cry in pleasure in front of his
wife. This continues for a few minutes as does Bhavna hand's brutal assaults on her
husband's sexy ass, both Kishor and Bhavna moaning with pure joy from the
unbelievable amounts of pleasure they are receiving from this.


"Please don't stop babe not today darling. Show mer how you treat me!” Kishor
shouts. “Ohhhh, ohhh baby, ohhh please never stop!! I love it when men spank my
ass! Ohhhh!!! Please just never stooopppp!!! Oh ohh!!!" The noises Kishor makes
from then on are nothing but incoherent moans, the beautiful Kishor absolutely lost in
pleasure. Bhavna speed up the spanking, making sure she is going faster and harder
than ever before. Of course, let's not forget Bhavna isn't the only one caught up in a
wonderland of lust, the beautiful Kishor also in complete ecstasy.

"Kishor You're such a fucking tease, like a fucking slut! Bhavna shout with frustration
infront of her husband. Kishor just laughs, then lays down on the room floor and
spreads his legs.

Quickly picking up on the hint, and Bhavna slowly crawl on top of the her universe
Kishor, take a deep breath then shove her mouth deep into Kishor’s mouth.


"Ohhhhhh fuuuuccckk!!! You're so feckin hot and big. Your dick feels so good
darling.!" Kishor cries out.
Bhavna pulls out a thick 12 inch black strapon cock. Kishor’s adorable eyes widen as
he knows what’s coming next.

strapon on and Kishor immediately complies, getting on his hands and knees so that
his plump ass is facing Bhavna. Kishor wiggles his plump behind at Bhavna, turning
on even more than he already was. Bhavna then gets in front of Kishor.
Bhavna then thrusts her manmade cock deep into Kishor's mouth. Kishor wraps his
mouth around Bhavna's large strapon cock and grabs hold of it, pulling it even deeper
down into his mouth, tasting the plastic cock as he struggles to get 6 out of the 12
inches into his mouth.

Bhavna says, pushing further down into Kishor’s mouth, as 8 out of the 12 inches are
being sucked by the man, aggressively shoves the remainder of the strap on into the or
Kishor's mouth causing Kishor to gag.


“Aw, what’s the matter, Kishor? Weren’t you ready?” Bhavnay taunts, a wicked grin
on her face. “But I thought you loved sucking cocks like just now how you have
done?! I thought you loved hogging cocks all to yourself like a completely slutty
bitch!” Bhavna shouts at Kishor, aggressively face fucking the beautiful Kishor.


“Oh Bhavna, you’re a total whore, aren’t you? You just love having a big fat woman
cock in your mouth, don’t you, you sexy whore! Ah, good ol’ Kishor, becoming the
biggest cocksucker in the entire porn industry more than others!!” Bhavna taunts as
she continues to roughly shove her 12 inch strapon cock in and out of Kishor’s mouth,
Kishor gagging on the massive plastic dick, as Bhavna continue to beat her meat to
this hot sight.
“Oh, just look at you, helpless, having nothing to do but suck and gag on this big
black plastic cock, and you love every minute of it, don’t you?” Kishor attempts to
nod his head while still sucking on the huge strapon cock.


“That’s exactly what I thought! You’re a total slut! Keep sucking my girl cock! Get it
nice and wet for later!” Bhavna says, relentlessly assaulting the Kishor’s mouth. The
Queen gives Kishor’s mouth a few more hard thrusts for the next couple of minutes,
then pulls her plastic cock out and moves so she’s right behind Kishor's delightfully
plump behind.


“Spread your cheeks, bitch!” Bhavna orders and Kishor quickly obeys, spreading his
meaty ass cheeks. Bhavna’s strapon lines up behind Kishor’s rear and she gets a
wicked grin on her face, brutally shoving the entire length of her strapon cock into
Kishor’s adorable asshole with ease in one hard thrust as Kishor jerk his fully erect
dick.
“OH FUCK! FUCK BEBO! FUCK!” Kishor screams out at the sudden penetration of
his asshole. Bhavna keeps thrusting in and out of the Kishor asshole. Kishor let a
moan escape him. Bhavna feels Kishor’s butt jiggle against her thighs as she keeps
thrusting her manmade 12 inch dick in and out of Kishor's sexy asshole.


“AH! SHITE BEBO! FUCK! FUCK! THAT’S SO BIG! SO FUCKIN BIG! OH
BEBO!! FUCK ME ARSE! FECK ME, BEBO, FECK ME!” Kishor moans as Bhavna
continues to penetrate the Lass Kishor’s ass.


“Oh, you love this Kishor!! You’re such a good slut!! I love fucking your plump ass!
Ohhhh! What a sexy little anal whore! Oh! Your ass is so tight Kishor Ohhh!!!! Keep
taking it Kishor! This is what bitches like you get! Thinking you can hog a stud’s big
fat hot cock all to yourself!! OHHHH! Take it Kishor take it!!!! Tell me how much
you love this Kishor! Tell me how much you love being my personal anal bitch!!!!”
Bhavna says, aggressively thrusting her 12 inch monster in and out of Kishor's butt,
watching in fascination as Kishor's rear end jiggles.




“AHH BEBO! OI LOVE THIS BIG FAT COCK UP ME ARSE! OHH! OI LOVE
BEING YOUR ANAL LOVING BITCH! YOU’RE RIGHT BEBO! I’M JUST A
WHORE! I’M NOTHING BUT A FECKIN WHORE!! TEACH ME A LESSON
BEBO! OH GAAAHHHH!!! OHHHHH!!!!!! AS LONG AS YOUR COCK IS UP
ME ARSE THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS!!! OHHHHH!!!!” Kishor screams at the
top of his lungs as the large strapon cock goes in and out of Kishor's ass, Bhavna
feeling Kishor’s asscheeks jiggle on her waist as she continues to pound away on his
plump rump.


“YEAH AISH! OH! KEEP ON MOANING! I can’t believe you can take this whole
cock up your slutty ass! You’re sooo hot!! OHH! I love you Kishor! I love hearing
you moan as I fuck your hot ass! You love getting your tight rear fucked! I love you
sooo muuuchhh!! FUCK AISH! Now grind your sexy ass against hisreplaceher big
black cock! Don’t make me do all the work here, bitch!” Bhavna shouts at Kishor,
continuing to fuck Kishor’s amazing backside.


“MMMM NAT! AH! AHHH! OH SHITE! MMM!!! OHHHH!!!” Kishor moans and
squeals in delight as he grinds against Bhavna’s plastic strapon cock.


“MMMMMM! Oh, look at you! You’re so eager to bend over and get a big cock
shoved up your ass, you submissive little slut! Look at Kishor babe, a submissive
whore who's willing to bend over for anyone with a big fat cock! FUCK! Kishor, you
may be the biggest slut in the history of this company more than me!! OH
FUUUUCKKK! I love this Kishor! I love watching your plump ass jiggle as I fuck it!
I love seeing you eagerly bend over to take my 12 inch monster up your ass! OH
Kishor! You’re nothing but a piece of meat! You’re nothing but a hot piece of ass
made for my pleasure! FUCK!” Bhavna continues to insult and verbally abuse Kishor
as she rams Kishor’s plump behind, Kishor utterly humiliated by this treatment.

Oddly enough, that humiliation seems to be only adding to Kishor’s pleasure, as he’s
moaning even louder than before in a sight to behold. Bhavna continues to show no
mercy, brutally pounding the man’s asshole, but she also now has Kishor’s 36C tits
cupped in her hands and starts to squeeze them while ramming Kishor’s butt. Bhavna
was relentless, thrusting hard in and out of Kishor’s backside as she roughly squeezes
Kishor's breasts and pinches his nipples, causing Kishor to let out an adorable squeal,
Kishor turned on so much by this brutal fucking. he’s not the only one as Bhavna
hands continue to pump her massive dick as she watch sexy Kishor bent over like a
submissive slut while his wife Bhavnaty pounds his plump butt and squeezes his C
cup tits, Kishor continuing to moan in pure ecstasy.


“YEAH! MOAN FOR ME KISHOR! MOAN AS I FUCK THIS ASS THAT I
OWN!! MOAN MY SEXY LITTLE ANAL WHORE!! FUUUUUUCCCKK!
YOU’RE SO TIGHT! HOW ARE YOU SO TIGHT?!! HOW ARE YOU SO DAMN
TIGHT?! MMMM I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A SLUT YOU ARE! I BET YOU’VE
GOTTEN YOUR ASS FUCKED BY OUR ENTIRE INDUSTRY LIKE I HAVE
DONE! ISN’T THAT RIGHT! YOU SPEND EVERYDAY BENDING OVER FOR
ANYONE WILLING TO FUCK YOUR TIGHT ASS, DON’T YOU, YOU
WHORE! FUCK!” Bhavna says more but Kishor don’t catch it,. Kishor kept on
moaning, loving every moment this huge strapon was shoved up his ass.

Kishor continues to scream in pure bliss as he gets his adorable butt fucked and
spanked by the Bhavna.


“Damn right Kishor! I own this ass Kishor! From now on this ass belongs to me and
me alone, is that clear?!” Kishor nods and begins trembling, obviously getting close to
orgasm.



"FUCK! Oh FUUUCCKKKK!! Fuck me you stud! OOOOOH SHITE You're sooo
biiiggg and hard like a rod!!!" Kishor screams as Bhavna's long cock slides in and
out of his wet fuckhole. Bhavna hammer away on his tight man cunt he continues to
scream and moan.


"OOOH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I've needed a big fat cock like yours deep
inside of me for months!! OHHHH!!! SHITE! FUCK ME HARDER! PLEASE
DARLING! OHHHH YEAH BABE.... FUCK ME HARD AS YOU DO FOR
BEBO!!!" Kishor swears like a sailor as Bhavna go balls deep into his snug ass pussy,
feeling his wetness on her dick as she fuck him.


"OH DARLING! OI LOVE YOUR BIG FAT COCK! OHHHHH!!! FUCK ME YA
FECKIN STUD! FUCK ME LIKE YER LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!" Hearing it
Bhavna pump her cock faster in his man pussy as she feel herself once again getting
close to cumming. Bhavna cock starts to twitch deep in his man pussy.




Kishor, sensing this, seductively says "Fill me up, babe!" with a wink, which was just
enough to send Bhavna over the edge and Bhavna shoot her seed off deep into
Kishor's asshole, moaning all the while. Bhavna then pull out and roll over onto her
back, panting.


"Oh... Kishor!.that..was¦.amazing Darling! Bhavna manage to say, thoroughly
exhausted.

Bhavna just simply says, "You know what to do!" Indeed Kishor does, start licking
away at Bhavna's pussy.


"OHHH Kishor! MMMMMM!!! OHHHHHHH!!! FUUUUUCCKKK!! You're such a
good little pussy licker!! OHHH! FUCK!" Bhavna screams as the beautiful Kishor
quickly flicks his tongue against the Bhavna’s clit .Kishor responds by shoving his
tongue deep into Bhavna's cunt, his tongue going in and out of Bhavna's sexy
fuckhole.


"AAAHHHH!!! AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIISSSSSHHHHHHH! Oh Kishor, oh babe, oh!
OH FUCK! That's a good little rug muncher!! Ahhh! Kishor!! OH! Ah fuck! Gah!
Make me squirt in your mouth! AHHH! Make me cum you rug munching whore! OH
FUCK! Kishor licks Bhavna's fantastic pussy insanely fast until at last Bhavna
squirts her pussy juices into the Kishor's mouth.


"Mmm..damn..you're good! Bhavna says, panting heavily while Kishor swallows all
of Bhavna's tasty cunt cream. Bhavna takes a few deep breaths before managing to
pull herself up.

Kishor,” Bhavna you are in deep thought I think.”
Bhavna,” yes, after a long time I love to see my village, my friends how are they
doing. My mind is there.”
Kishor,” then why not we make a visit there. Tomorrow we will go.”
Bhavna then told her fighting stories in village. After her parents death she never went
to village.
Kishor,” everything will be okay honey, we will go.”
Both slept hugging each other. Next morning Kishor prepared breakfast, had bath
wore his nicest saree. To his surprise Bhavna also wore one saree after long time.
Kishor,” aa jee why are you wearing saree.”
Bhavna,” I am going to my village after long time, I am married , in village married
women wear saree too. I used to wear even before marriage, evenn fought, played
hockey in saree. I want my old image.”

Kishor,” Ok jee, I have faith in you. Lets go.”
Kishor sat happily one sided in his wife’s bike, he was seeing her in saree after long
time. He kept his hand on her belly , saree gave him access to feel tight flesh. It
looked like two women in one bike.
It was 300 km journey, but time paased like nothing. Kishor now loves to sit behind
his wife’s bike that he does not sense time, enjoys a lot, wishes that road must be
longer.






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“

[ashishrajan]

Bhavna tells about her heroics on her journey( saree fight of Bhavna)
*************************************************
Bhavna is a pretty woman in that village. One day she was riding her bullet to near by temple, her
relative guy stood on her way and forced her to marry her. Bhavna declined his word as he was rude and
gave two slaps, they were super slaps. The guy called his friends, Bhavna tried to escape the hussle, first
she picked the main villain and hit him. She decided to beat all,she tucked her saree tip to get ready for
fighting. She enter their place to thrash them all. Villain got shocked to see her fighting skill. No mercy
beat all goons, but suddenly all caught her, her saree was removed. Before saree was removed from her
petticoat she held her saree tightly. Now she has to mainatain her modesty and goons tried to strip her
saree, it was a tug of war, Bhavna in one hand holding saree and other hand on her blouse. The goons
could not pull out saree with all forces, there were 5 men using both hands to pull the saree, one goon
tried to attack her, she picked his shirt collar and grabbed near to her in one hand. She gave continuous
punch on his face stomach. In other hand she thought it was enough play, now to show her true
strength, she rotated saree hard, the guys holding it at other end flew in air hitting each other and got
flat there. The main villain was in ground in pain. Bhavna went near to him and placed her feet on his
chest.

Bhavna,” Do you want to marry me.”
Villain,” No leave me, I am sorry.”
Bhavna laughed hysterically, from her blouse she took cigarette lighted it, casually blowing puffs in air
she applied more pressure on her feet. Bones cracking sound was coming, Bhavna while smoking was
now lifted her leg, she did a slow painful ramp walk on victim’s body many times, slow means she got
time to aply pressure until all major joints were broken, she dropped cigarette ashes on main villains
body. The vilain was unconscious, Bhavna adjusted her saree carefully, went to her bullet give it a strong
start and went to the temple.
********************************************
More crowd was outside village temple, 4 rowdies doing eve teasing to girls, villagers being fearful did
not response mostly youngsters. A beautiful girl in half saree crossed these goons. Goons called her
loudly. She ignored them and continued to walk, goons bad word did not stop her.
One guy came near to her she said: what do you want.

Guy: hey give respect to us, we are elders.
She: ok, grand father give me path
Guy: how dare you, I forgive you as you are a girl, do not stand here and run away
Bhavna slapped him with left hand holding flower basket with coconut in right hand.
That was hard slap, guy lost his two teeth and face red, few drops of tear rolling from his eyes.
She: this is rule of fight, once you start never leave ok.
He in angry state tried to attack her, she moved slightly escaped hit, he came from backside, she held his
hair without turning and grab him into front of her and threw the basket in air, gave a hot punch on his
nose, caught coconut in her other arm and used it to hit head of the guy. He surrendered, she pushed
him to near by wall, he fell down without wake up.
Bhavna turned towards temple, found remaining three guys standing before her in anger. Bhavna took
her saree tip inserted it into petticoat getting ready for fight. 2 goons quickly moved to her side holding
her hands and third one came in front of her. She held her hand in support of two goons and kicked the
third goon in front of her by jumping on him, she continued her jump ahain and again and stood in front
of wall behind the goons. Both guys under her feet, she kicked twice on both goons face, both are fallen
to 4th guys.

Blowing air flying her hair covering her face. She adjusted her hair with her hands. She jumped to the
three guys, kicked one person stood on ground, continuously giving karate punches to two guys. Blood
came from their faces, they were unconscious. She criushed their necks with her strong fingers. They
were difficult to breath. They were begging her to stop and release them. It made her smile. She crushed
them with more force. She kicked on their backside, flying them to land with 4 th guy. Seeing this 3
guy
started to run.
Bhavna: Hey stop da, why are you running.
While running he was looking behind collided with a tree, fel down. Bhavna walked slowly near to him,
with lifting her petticoat slightly with dancing feet making sound from her anklets. She bowed, the guy
with trembling hands folded his head begging her to spare him.
3rd Bhavna smiled with a mild kiss in air she slapped him hard, his ear now bleeding, he was crying in pain
with begging to spare him. She sat near his head said: hey wake up, I am here. She again gave karate
chops and dragged him towards stand by holding his hair.
She put all 4 guys in one place, all begging: Sister please spare us.
She kicked them on their spinal cord. She took her saree tip from her waist , wiped her face, her saree
moved slightly displaced her boobs during the fight, she adjusted her blouse and saree covering it. She
searched her flower basket. One guy ran to her gave her basket. She twisted his ear said: all of you roll
the steps without stopping till you reach the ground. Some outlookers saw 4 guys rolling in stairs said:
youngsters now more devoted.

Bhavna picked her flower basket with a smile went inside temple. All of her college friends who are girls
and even college teachers praised her. She said : I am practicing karate for long time and girls should
know it.
All agreed.
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Bhavna on her way to playground stopped by her collegemate Kathir, he showed her his hockey stick.
Bhavna: are you to beat me
Kathir: yes
Bhavna: ok, do as per your wish
Kathit tried to hit her with stick, Bhavna blocked his hand and gave a strong punch to his stomach. He
cried a lot, she pulled him near to her grabbing his throat, lifted him in air and gave his groin 3 football
kicks. He was now kneeling before her clutching his groin and crying.

Bhavna: hi bro, are you ok, how is my kick, is it like ronaldo or like messi. Was it a goal, did i hit the balls,
why are you crying, give me the hockey stick.
Kathir was in no form to oppose, he offered her stick, Bhavna started to beat him from left and right
with that stick. He was repeatedly falling down in ground, he was bleeding from face. She trapped the
stick behind his neck, she controlled her face , with a smile said: bro can I go now.
He signalled to go, unable to speak.
Bhavna: if you have allowed me earlier this would not have hapened.
He bowed to ground, she kicked him on his spinal cord loudly saying: Finish. He felt to ground
unconscious.
Bhavna said: what a waste fellow. Making a stylish catwalk to playground.Bhavna in playground
practised karate, calisthenics. In next day college she met kathir with blue patches all over his body. She
grabbed him to an empty space.
Bhavna: look, if any one gives tear to any girl you know I will punish you and your bully gangs. Moreover
when we are having quality time you must act as our guard inform if anyone is coming and when you
meet the boy call him as Bhabhi and me Boss.
Bhavna did work alone in field in noon, due to sun she was sweating, drenching her saree blouse
petticoat totally. She continued to work without bothering heat. 4 local rowdies roaming around, seeing
no one near by. They sat on border of field and started drinking whiskey. She threw her spade and
started running towards them asked them to leave the field.

They shouted: hey poor girl, we will not leave without finishing wine, just do not waste our time.
She disappointed and turned to her place,all laughed. She stopped one second, and spin her body, move
her right leg to top, rotate in semicircle path, kicked them on their faces. Four guys threw in air in 4
direction. She removed her saree, turn it around her body and inserted one inside of saree tip to her hip
for better movement. She also lifted her skirt little up and plugged inside her hip.
Bhavna called: hey Boys come to me.
2 guys came forward, she kept her left leg on furrow strongly, made little jump , fly in air, gave superb
kick to both their faces, some of their teeth broken fallen on ground.
The 3rd man came to her, Bhavna blocked him in lateral side, bending her leg hit her victim’s ball, it was
like a thunderstorm, he lean forward to her side and put his hands to ball.
Bhavna took her right leg to top, aimed at his head kickd with force top to down repeatedly. He
immediately fell for kick, to ground sunk slightly inside soil. She put her leg on his spine and with more
pressure pressed deeply by her leg and kicked with her next leg. She took her leg from trampling,
bowing slightly she saw him. He tried to wake up shaking his spinal cord. Bhavna hit his spinal cord again
with her feet, his spinal cord broken a little.

Without caring his reaction, Bhavna looked around. The 1st 2 persons trying to run away, she jumped
towardss them, caught them by their collars, both standing close to coconut tree, with her two hands
she continued to punch them till they collapsed.
More blood came from their head, they completely surrendered. She dragged them both and pushed to
soil. She turned slightly left and saw 4 th guy standing with knife. She stretched her right hand with
clenched position , smiled looking at him. He was confused. He was trembling watching fate of his three
friends. Bhavna placed her left arm on her left hips , swaying her hips and sucking one finger said: hey
stupid fellow come near to me.

He watched behind trying to run.
Bhavna: if you try to run, I will catch you and thrash you more, so come near to me.
With trembling feet he came near to her. She kicked to his balls, he fell down, she threw away his knife.
She sat near his face, punching her fist but he was conscious. Feeling bored , she stood released her
saree and adjusted it to cover her blouse. Poor guys it will take two hours to get conscious, can not bear
my slight hitting. She said to herself. Behind her there were a jeep having six persons. They told they are
friends.
Bhavna said to them holding her face in one palm: oh my god more work, I have to fight again. She again
tucked her saree posing a fight pose. Said: come on boys be quick.
Bhavna opened her eyes now, but all six men fell at her feet and begging: Please Didi do not hit us, we
saw your fight with 4 guys, they were big rowdies, oiur gang leaders. You have good martial arts skill,
we are no match for you. Please Didi allow us to leave with our 4 guys.
Bhavna sighed said: you have delayed my work.
They begged: do not worry Didi we will do your work.
4 guys took spade continued to work in field. Rest 2 guys asked what will we do Didi. Bhavna took two
steps back and jumped directly into the jeep.

Bhavna: I am little tired beating those 4 guys, give me massage, bring that wine bottle.
2 guys pressed her legs slowly, she was drinking nit rum, it was relaxing. She shouted stupid fellow press
hard. She was feeling good, she found one cigarette packet in the jeep, she took one match box, one
stick she rubbed on face of one guy lighting the stick , then she started to smoke. She started to close
her eyes.
Due to air flow her saree fall, showing her mango shaped breasts over her blouse. The guys pressing her
legs looked at her blouse, they slowed pressing. She suddenly awoke and realized this, she crushed
one’s head with elbow and other she crushed on her feet. Both cried in pain requested her to release
them. Both cried in pain, seeing them 4 guys came running to help them , they begged at her feet : we
have completed the work.
Bhavna looked around the field she was satisfied, with pleasure she said: take your friends and run
before me. She jumped from jeep to ground , her boobs shook.
One guy: Didi we can not lift those 4 guys, we are not strong enough. If you agree we want to make you
as our gangleader. You will get all of our money.

Bhavna thought for some times, not bad for money, she walked to the 4 guys shivering in pain, they
were crying with pleading on hands. Bhavna picked two guys in one arm and other two on other arm,
carrying like a sack of potatos on her back she walked to jeep. Her saree was disrupted but no guy could
see her, she threw them on back seat, took key started the jeep, other guys stood behind her like a don
surrounded by her henchmen. She adjusted her saree, pushed her feet on accelerator, she was enjoying
the cool air, she stopped jeep in front of hospital, asked them to carry the boys in stretcher. The 4 guys
touched her feet saying : Thank you Didi.
Bhavna said: I will take the jeep, from tomorrow we will meet at jungle and one thing never ever cast
evil eye to Zamindaar family the widow and her son, if any one plans any evil against them you guys
have to inform me, promise me you will act as spy for zamindar beti, you will be well paid and you can
continue your wine, smoke, prostitution

[ashishrajan]

Bhavna was in playground with 10 more girls, all wearing saree, saree prperly struck and tightly wrapped
around petticoat like warrioress queens of India wore. It was morning 5 AM and they were practising
hockey wearing saree, they were tired sweaty, their blouse drenching on sweat.

Bhavna insisted to keep goal keeping for extra minute.
Then suddenly men’s cricket team arrived in their bikes, they kept their bikes in middle of ground and
disrupted the hockey game of women. They were irritated to see girls taking their grounds, they made
sounds to vacate the grounds.
Girls stopped playing hockey, Bhavna could not know why stopped. She went to cricket gang and said,”
look brother, wait for 5 minute we will finish our training.”
One guy,” no no baby you have to leave.
One girl,” then what you do.”
Bhavna controlled the girl. One guy having gym body came front of her ,” look pretty face , my boys said
go go means run from here. Else I become very angry.”
Bhavna,” so brother why not we play your game, lets have a match between boys and girls that too
cricket match, if you boys win then field is yours , it we lose then whatever you say we will be your
slaves. Agree. We will play in saree and match will be here now.”
Girls started to apprehend, they opposed , one girl,” we have never played cricket, that too in saree.”
Bhavna pointed her to keep quiet. Boys were excited they agreed unanimously as they were district
champions and girls will be never a threat to them at all, girls never played cricket too.
Bhavna called her girls group,” look girls I have taken a haste decision without your consent. But believe
me we can easily defeat them, how fun it will be to defeat boys in their owm backyards. Look we play
hard games, we run faster, we look at ball more quickly and control it, we have to hit the ball like we hit
by hockey stick, we are more stronger than them. We will hit the ball, we run more faster in saree.
Hockey is a worldclass game , strong nations play it, they do not follow cricket. Look at netherland,
germany, argentina, brazil, australlia, japan, south korea , belgium, canada play it. Do they play cricket.
Lets show women power saree power these cricketeers.”

Bhavna went for toss, girls won and chose for bat. Bhavna went for opening with another girl Silky. 1

over was funny the girls missed all balls, they were barely able to hit, boys were laughing. But next over
was hell’s wrath for boys, Bhavna unleashed her beast attitude hitting 4 sixes and 2 fours. It changed
course of game, the two women continued to rain six and fours all over boundary. Girls erupted in joy.
Women did not wear any protective equipments like pad, gloves, helmet. They were in saree well tightly
dbangd. Hitting those massive boundaries saree never lost its fold from body, the sweat patches also
dried on blouse as they do not have to run hard, only standing was sufficient. Boys are now furious, they
tried to throw balls like stone at bodies of batswomen which is illegal, girls did not knew, neither they
feared to get hit, they have experience of getting hit by hockey stick ball which are lot more harder than
cricket ball, but their hockey game came in handy, they hitted those throws nicely with long sixes. Boys
were now tears but to keep the prides they continued. They were never humiliated so much in real
game, they could not take any wicket rather received 600 runs in 20 over end. They were dejected
hopeless. When they turned for bat they took chance of poor bowling experience of girls, but girls
fielding was strong, even in saree they were running fast. They used their body to stop the balls. After 17
over they have made 260 run though not bad but far from reach. The captain now was egoistic, he was
showing rebellion attitude, he stopped to play, he was in mood of fight.
st
Bhavna called the captain to corner behind the field.
Bhavna,” brother come to that place , please please please.”
Captain laughed at Bhavna.
Captain,” hey see look at fear of the girl, she will beg me holding my feet to pardon them. Anyway
beautiful younger girl wants to meet me alone at hidden place. Not bad, wait for me.”
Both started to go to the tree, Bhavna was walking slowly with her hips swaying hard, the captain could
not control himself touched those swaying buttocks in saree, massaging squeezing them, Bhavna did not
respond, she was just smiling looking at ground.

Girls shocked to see their beloved captain Bhavna behaving sluttily.
One girl,” hi, what shall she will do to him,?” second girl,” we will wait and see.”
The deep silence there for couple of minutes, then both boy and girl came out from behind the tree.
Bhavna’s face bright and smiling, the boy’s face dull and pensive, he was trouble inn walking. She do
majestic walk while ha was slow walking, now Bhavna’s hand roaming on buttocks of captain over his
pant.
Both reached at their respective team members.
The boys captain,” boys , lets accept our defeat and surrender the field to girls for their hockey practice.
Lets go.” Girls were surprised.
Bhavna,” girls lets start our hockey practice.”
The boys were angry with their captain.
One guy,” hey why are you speaking like that.”
Another guy,”she must have given him a kiss to tell us such thing.”
4 guys got more angry , they separated from their groups and walked towards girls hockey team. Bhavna
was giving her team commands. The 4 guys came behind Bhavna and shouted at her,”Hi bitch.”
Bhavna turned and said,” look brother matter is solved with agreement.”

Guys,” what did you do with captain. Don’t cheat us, we want to know.”
Bhavna,” I am not able to tell, please go from here.”
Guys,” no no baby tell us here, now, otherwise” one guy raised his bat to beat her but stopped it in mid
air saying,” you should give what you gave to our captain.”
Bhavna,” as you wish. Ok boys.”
She made a small wicked smile on her pretty face, she quickly took bat from guy’s hand and gave two
hard strokes to guy’s balls standing in front of her and a back kick to the guy standing behind her. The
other guy in shock tried to run, Bhavna jumped on the guy, held him by his shirt collar, rotated him so
his face facing to her and gave hard knee to guy’s delicate balls. Now all 4 guys beat on their private
parts with agonising pain. All are in kneeling position.
Bhavna,” hi girls we were playing with wrong cricket , actually the ball was wrong that too single ball.”
She took cricket bat stood in cricketing pose.
All girls in unison,” yes yes we want to learn.”
Bhavna with batting position to play cricket. She raised the bat and hit the face of two, their tppth flew
away, mouth filled with blood, the two guys mouthed to ground.
Bhavna took two steps more and said,” girls I will take helicopter shot.”
“ yes yes” was girls speaking loudly. The two guys are shivering. They tried to move but could not due to
pain in their balls, so moved slowly. Bhavna hit helicopter shot to their face, they slept on ground with
teeth broken as earlier.

Bhavna walked like a lioness with Bat on her shoulder, girls were cheering,”superrr.” Girls clapped
whistled.
One boy in group shouted,” hey that girl beat our friends.” No others saw what happened to four guys.
All 6 except captain ran towards Bhavna. One girl,” hey bhavna be careful 6 guys are coming. I think they
get more from you.”
Another girl,” ok Di we want to see your fighting skills in saree, we have seen your couple of fights at
temple, but Dil Mange More, it is fun to see you fight in saree.”
Another team mate,” please please we know 6 are not sufficient for you, show us what you are, then we
will take care of them.”
Bhavna,” no dear I am tired.”

All said iun chorus,” no Bhavna Di we want to see your fight. Entertain us Di, afterall we are your kid
sisters.”
Now Bhavna has to agree for her sisters in say, she slowly walked seductively with dancing feet swaying
hips to 6 guys who are running for her towards her. The 6 men got surprised, they thought Bhavna will
fear and run away from them.
One guy came very fast and tried to punch her at face, she bent her body and successfully dodged the
punch, he got at her backside, another two guys came her front and tried to attack her. Bhavna cleverly
held hand of her two attackers. Holding their hands she jumped high in air with flip and rotation in air
gave two guys who were running behind her to hold her. She stood in ground with pride gave karate
chops to two guys. Again held hand jumped flipped rotated to land two solid kicks on chest of two guys.
The 6
th
man came in front of her and gave her hard punch to her stomach. She moved her hips left just
escape the punch and rotating her elbow blowed her attacker’s nose. The guy bent, she held him by his
shirt and kneed his balls hard.
The guy who came first tried to kick Bhavna’s breasts, she caught his legs, held it on her armpits, gave a
super kick to his balls. He fell immediately on ground. The 6 guys on ground laying.
Bhavna,” hi girls two guys are in totally ground, you promised you will take care of them, now show your
sympathy.”

4 girls came running in saree, lifted two guys in their arms and took them to centre of ground. They
wiped the face of the victims with their saree. They were grinning face to face, each girl took turn to hit
the fallen guys on their balls. They aimed kicked with their all mighty legs like football kicks, “definitely
the guys sensitive balls will be swollen as football,” said one girl, others laughed.
Bhavna saw remaining 4 guys. One guy gave karate kick with full leg swing with deep sound of karate.
Bhavna bent her body easily. He again continued to kick in air with rounds, Bhavna dodged multiple
times. She could not notice two guys behind her who held her two hands, it was completely unnoticed.
She could not let her loose from their grips. Now the kicking guy came with more aggression.
But she balanced her body, using hands of her captors she gave a jumping kick to face of the kicking guy,
she could catch the neck of the guy with her mighty legs and rotated her victim’s neck, no wthe other
two guys who captured her hands loosened a bit. She twisted her body with right leg she kicked one and
left guy shotly after that. Immediately she stood proudly and gave knee to siftest balls she ever felt.
Bhavna,” hi girls, 2 more wickets fell, the 4 are enjoying, now others may enjoy.”
4 girls came running and picked their prey like lioness grabs babboon. They lifted the two and placed
them where previous two were getting warm ball big ball treatment. Now they started to do different
types of kneeing, it was improvised one. They threw the guys in air, whilew landing they used their hard
knees to focus on their balls, the poor guys landed directly on girls knees.

Seeing such the other 2 guys tried to run.
Bhavna,” will you girls take all cherries, do nothing, look at those two guys, they are running. As per your
wish I fought but in contract there was not chor security officer game. So do your part.”
The two girls got excited, they started to run fast like cheetah runs after its prey. The two girls raising
their pitch now chiding two guys,” Bhaag Veeru Bhhag Basanti picche aa rahi hai.” “ jai maa kali, jai
sherawali” they were screaming, the two guys looked back at sound they saw two girls running fast
towards them their saree flying like a flag, their eyes glowing smile in their face, but they have reached
their limit, the guys thought from where the girls get such strength stamina, they underestimated girls
badly. Soon they were in air, the two girls picked them by their shirts and threw them in air, when they
landed they were sitting on thighs of strong girls in saree with their sensitive organs hardly kneed, they
gave in pain, but it was long journey they did not hope, they were continuously thrown in air and kneed
on balls. Now the girls did some funny dance to kick on their balls, one stood on her victim’s ball doing
kathak.
Finally all picked the guys took near to Bhavna.
One girl,” Di you have done your job, as a reward give a final touch.” With a smile Bhavna kicked the
balls to hear the cry.
Bhavna was searching for captain, but she could not find him, she went to girls changing room, there
was girls home saree blouse petticoat hepaed to one, the girls practise in different set of saree blouse
petticoat. Bhavna could see the heap was slightly larger than earlier and the girls keep their saree nitly
folded. She inserted her hockey bat to check the heap of saree blouse, she found head of a man, with
close inspection it was the captain. She grabbed him by his hair.

The captain fell at her feet,” sister, please spare us, we made a mistake, I did not tell them to attack
you, they made a grave mistake, we will never play cricket here, the ground is yours, we will respect you
always.”
Bhavna knew the guy was doing a false request, sooner she wil leave him, he will target her team mates
with bigger groups as her team mates not as strong as her to defend themdelves from group of 10 guys
individually.
Bhavna held his neck tightly with her hockey stick, and raised her knee to 90 degrees, with slapping his
face she kneed his balls simultaneously. He lost his consciousness.
Bhavna,” hey brother, hey can you hear me.”
But he was not able to hear her , he was focusing to get consciousness. Girls gang destroying 10 guys
surrounding the captain ready to unleash ball busting.

Bhavna shouted,” stop this girls.” The girls feared hearing the voice of Bhavna.
Bhavna,” stop else we will be in legal trouble, the guys will be dead, we have to admit them in hospital.
Lets take them on their bikes. They will not look at any girls, even to their wives as they can not satisfy
her, they can not be fathers.”
The girls changed their sarees blouse, now they looked like homely docile girls, they held the guys on
their back by binding them with saree. They rode guy’s bikes to hospital and admitted them in hospital.
The guys were in conscious, the girls threatened them if they spill the beans then they will be dead, they
will say it was during practice they were hit. The boys agreed, the doctor asked immediate blood.
Bhavna and other girls were now cooled down, they were sympathetic to guys. So they offered their
own blood, even they paid for their treatment.
The doctor said the guys are in stable condition. The girls were really in tears, they were holding hands
of the boys like a devoted wife, the boys feared if something bad happens, the girls will beat them. But
girls assured they are okay. Then they called the parents, the parents were in tears. They said thanks to
the girls that they are saved. The girls picked the parents from their home on their bikes. They
purchased medicine from city. They never slept for whole minute for 3 days, the girls eyes were swollen.
It was parents tear that ripped heart of girls. They felt guilty of themselves.
Doctor dropped the bomb saying the boys can not be father again, it was biggest catastrophe for boys.
Girls could not believe such a havoc for boys , the fun for them ruined permanent life of boys. The
doctor again said that boys bones got severe damage, joints permanently damaged so they can not run,
lift any weight, more over ride any bike or sit in any position that will require splitting of thigh. It was
hard for them to save the boys.
The girls decided to save the live and dignity of boys, they requested the parents of boys that they will
marry the boys and they will be ideal Bahu of the house. The girls parents disowned the girls, but girls
stayed on their decision, they married to boys in the hospital. It was simple marriage.
But the captain died due to injury, he was an orphan. Bhavna was deeply saddened, her parents were
angry, sent her to city for her further study. Bhavna now focused on study, even she was practising
karate she gave up violence, she has become sober one. after marrying Kishor she chose to raise the
family.
Bhavna got a letter from one of her friend. The girls were now busy in study as they have to support to
family financially in future. They now ride motorcycle to colleges, do marketing grocery, take their in
laws to hospital, they also served in laws cooked cleaned everything like ideal bahu does, do fasting,
puja etc. Bhavna was happy as the girls got settled so is she.

[ashishrajan]

Bhavna and Kishor met her friends and returned to their home.Bhavna Kishor were dreaming of hot spicy sex.In Saturday Sonia go for bike trip, this time
Pratyusha and few of her college mates, teenagers riding motorcycle gives them enjoyment.
Bhavna beep her bike and ring the bell, holding the flowers Bhavna's just picked up on her way.
Roses or lilies, Bhavna wondered, before settling on a combination of both.

The door opens, and there Kishor is, with his smile that cheers her up. They kiss there on the
threshold, a peck that turns into a short kiss, then a longer one. Kishor take the flowers from her,
"aww, thank Kishor, they're lovely!", and they enter our home.

Bhavna close the door behind her, feeling the change of scene, and subtly begin to relax. They've
been living here for two years, but it already feels like a lifetime. Kishor'vs turned it into a
comfortable place for her, made it a home for both, with his tasteful choice of color and fabric
everywhere.
Bhavna knew this was the inner Kishor, that Bhavna had to allow to bloom, but Kishor were
hesitant. Bhavna had to create that safe space for Kishor, let Kishor try out things without
judgement.Bhavna saw his inner femininity and that is what drew her to Kishor, set her on fire
when Bhavna was in Kishor. It was after a month of slowly getting comfortable with each other
sexually, that Bhavna called Kishor "her gurl" for the first time. Bhavna could feel Kishor clench
around her then.
"Wash up honey, dinner's on the table in five!" Bhavna hear Kishor call out.

"I can't wait!" Bhavna. Kishor taking on an excessively girly role. Bhavna let Kishor, relishing
the role of "daddy", making Kishor her little bitch. After a few months though, as Kishor finally
bloomed sexually, with a confidence all his own, Bhavna knew Bhavna didn't want a sissy pet, a
sissy bitch, a sissy plaything - Bhavna wanted a sissy wife. "Down memory lane again?"

"Just reminding myself. Three months next week."

"Aww, I remembered! It has been a while, hasn't it?"

"It has." Bhavna embrace Kishor, her arms around Kishor, kissing more wantonly now, our
breath coming faster, until Kishor pull away and they stand nose to nose, looking into each
other's eyes. "And Kishor're just as beautiful as when Bhavna first saw Kishor."

"Well, come along now hubby," Kishor reach down and trace the bulge in her trousers, "let's
finish dinner."
They hold hands, both of us warming up for the night. They chat about work, about errands,
before the talk turns to planning for the future. Bhavna stroke his hair, "oh my sweet baby,"
slowly move his nose around her pubic hair. A desire arises to make his face messy today. A
look is exchanged between us, as Bhavna trace her fingers down his forehead, his nose, his lips.
A thumb slips between his lips, Kishor suck on it like a pacifier. "Love your face baby," Bhavna
tell Kishor, and Kishor nod, understanding. Kishor take her hand and kiss it, then as Bhavna
extend two fingers, Kishor hold them, draw them to his mouth, opening wide. Bhavna extend
into his throat, making Kishor gag on purpose. His hands are stroking her thigh now. Three
fingers now, and Bhavna switch hands, holding her right hand under his chin as Bhavna use the
other as a sort of saliva collector, withdrawing her fingers and letting them drip.
Bhavna tilt his chin up, before running her palm down his face, smearing Kishor. Bhavna make
two more passes, covering his forehead, cheeks, nose.
"Mmm, I love our juices baby," Kishor moan, getting turned on, "love smelling you, love your
sweat, love your musk!"

Bhavna lean down and kiss Kishor, Kishor stick out his tongue and Bhavna suck on it, then stand
up and take his face in her hands. Kishor make his body go limp, ready to be used by her.
Bhavna shake her hips, smacking his cheeks, before lining up with his mouth, until Kishor open
his lips and Bhavna slide in. Bhavna go deep, deep, deep right at the beginning, feeling out his
throat. Kishor gag, Bhavna push roughly in, Kishor gag again. Bhavna stroke his forehead, her
fingers tracing the ridge of his nose, pinch his nostrils closed as Bhavna go in. They lock eyes.
"My baby," Bhavna murmur, as his body twitches, choking on her pussy. His hands stroke her
thighs, Kishor gag violently, throat still plugged.
Bhavna wipe away the tears under his eyes, and then Kishor tap her legs. Bhavna pull out
instantly, and Kishor take a deep inhale, as Bhavna pause, a webbing of saliva connecting her
pussy to his mouth. Bhavna shake her hips again, dbanging these strands across his face, letting
them hang off his chin and eyelashes.

Bhavna move her hands to cradle his head, holding Kishor under the base of his skull, as Bhavna
begin to saw in and out. Bhavna've wetted his mouth nicely, and every stroke sounds out
sloppily. His mouth pussy, so maneuverable, so dextrous, so visually stimulating, her favorite
pussy if Bhavna'm being honest. So wonderfully surrounded with other textures ... his tongue
slaking out from underneath, his lips sliding, his fingers reaching up now. Bhavna moan and
momentarily close her eyes, as Kishor trace her labia, and Bhavna can see Kishor twinkle up at
her as extend his fingers under her shaft, making one long erotic transition for her on each stroke
- fingers, tongue, lips, mouth, throat.

Before Bhavna know it Bhavna'm tensing up over Kishor, stroking his hair and clenching her
jaw with the strain of containing herself, curving her pussy into Kishor, droll slipping down his
tongue. Bhavna'm going deep into Kishor now, his throat relaxed for her, every stroke a whump!
whump! whump! as the tip of his tongue curves up to tickle her clit sac.
Bhavna regain her breath slowly, remaining crouched above Kishor, holding on to his hair, as
Kishor slurp on her softly, his tongue circling her, licking her clean before letting her pop out.

Bhavna pick Kishor up, put Kishor on the counter, grab his ass cheeks, pressing Kishor to her,
and kiss Kishor wildly. They are putty in each other's hands.
As Bhavna knead his flesh, Kishor whisper, "yes baby, grab my ass, it's yours, You own it. You
know that, right? You remember that, right?" It was part of their personal wedding vows,
Bhavna had promised to respect and protect Kishor, and Kishor had promised to always be
available for her desires, "I vow to never refuse her female desires, to always find for it a home
in her body".
"Whose man pussy is this baby?" Bhavna slip a finger into Kishor. "Oh, yes ... yours, baby,
yours, daddy." Another lurch from her, another smile from Kishor. Bhavna slip her tongue into
his mouth, letting Kishor suck it, as Bhavna probe deeper with her finger, occupying both his
holes now.

Kishor sense this moment of possession, and wrap his legs around her, moaning as Bhavna add
another finger. Kishor move his hand to her neck as Kishor stare at her, relaxing his ass for her,
suppressing even subconscious resistance. Bhavna twist her fingers in Kishor, and his gaze
softens, Kishor are entering a deeply submissive phase now. Kishor pull her neck in, they share a
molten kiss, and Bhavna feel how his body is warming up.

"They're so good together, baby," Kishor whisper in her ear as Bhavna pull away, "so good."
Then, placing her hand on his cock, stroking it,

Bhavna'm shaking her fingers inside Kishor, slowly sliding the third one in, letting the tip slide
between the first two, watching his mouth open as Kishor feel her stretch Kishor open, gape his
pussy open to fit her fingers. Kishor throw his head back as all three fingers are in, as Bhavna
rotate them now, his legs shaking and then falling limp by his side. This tells her Kishor're ready
now, ready to take her. Bhavna nod at Kishor, and Kishor nod back. Bhavna pick Kishor up, and
carry Kishor backwards, out to our bed, where Bhavna lower Kishor down.

They giggle and kiss, and Bhavna work her way down, removing any shreds of clothing that
stand in her way. Bhavna kiss his chest, and lick his nipples, letting them harden. Bhavna love
how Kishor're a little chubby - because Bhavna like to have something to hold on to when they
make love, and those tight little skinny gurls Bhavna lusted after earlier just aren't her thing any
more - but also because Kishor've got baby fat in all the right places, and Bhavna can bunch up
his "breasts" and stuff them in her mouth, suck on them. Bhavna know Kishor like it too, Bhavna
can hear Kishor moan and suck in his breath when Kishor feel her tongue flick his hard nubs
inside her mouth.

Bhavna stand up and grab his ass cheeks, lifting Kishor up and carrying Kishor to bed. This isn't
the first time, won't be the last, but each time feels like new with Kishor. Kishor're licking her
ear, whispering, turning her on more, making sure Bhavna stay hard for Kishor. "Yeah baby, I'm
your little gurl tonight, I need you. You gonna take me, huh? You gonna use me? Pound my
sweet little ass? I need you tonight, my man pussy needs you, it's hungry for you."

This is it, this is what keeps it so fresh for her, his words, his need for her, and how Kishor show
it. They do some chores along the way, tidying up a table, setting the heat, turning some lights
off ... and pass by a wall where they've hung our pics.
Kishor shimmy up, and roll around, before lying on his side and smiling as Bhavna go to the
dresser and pick up the pearls. The pearls. The ones Kishor know Bhavna like Kishor to wear
sometimes. Kishor sit up and let her come behind Kishor and put them on. It is the only thing
Kishor wear, the only thing any of them wears right now as Bhavna spoon Kishor from behind
and stroke Kishor, stroke his sides, then turn Kishor and push Kishor in a motion that Kishor
know means Bhavna want Kishor on his back, spread-eagled.

Bhavna has tied black strapon she has seen, it is meera who got one for her, Bhavna said.
Bhavna,” I think Sonia needs one too to use on Nikhil.”
Kishor,” forget about our daughter, she is smarter one, she will get one herself, it took you 45
years to get one.”
"I love it," Kishor gush, lifting his foot and shaking it. Bhavna lie atop Kishor, her cock grinding
into Kishor, both of us eager for what comes next. "Wait!" Kishor suddenly exclaim and bound
up and off, pick up something and come back. "Had to put it on for today," Kishor show her his
finger. Of course, Bhavna forgot lubricating condom to wrap strapon so it wil be safe and easy,
so appropriate on their love session.
"Your boy wife ready now," Kishor say, lifting up his legs. Bhavna re-position her self and
nuzzle her face in his taint, sniffing the heavy perfume Kishor've soaked himself in down there.
Impatient now, Bhavna rise up and place herself at his entrance, and let herself fall down slowly,
her arms sliding along his legs until Kishor're bent under her, upturned, ass pussy open and
relaxed.
Hard and soft, they meet each other. Claiming Kishor in that timeless way, delivering her cock
into his hot and tight embrace. "Enough, my wonderful woman, be rough with me now, I want
you to use me, use ... your man wife." Bhavna reach for his shoulders, gripping them, trapping
his legs in place, then clench her whole body, jerking her cock deep in a single thrust. His eyes
bulge, his mouth drops open as Kishor exhale sharply, then Kishor refocus and smile at her,
"Mmm, someone is revving up tonight."
Kishor’s face is tensed up, Bhavna stroking hard and fast, watching Kishor periodically close his
eyes and moan in his special way, "oh baby, oh baby, ohh". They enter that zone, where Bhavna
feel she is flying, her body oozing sweat, all of it sliding, hanging dripping on Kishor.

Kishor urge her on, "baby, unh, baby you know, unh, I can take it, unh, give it to me baby, unh,
fuck, unh," his voice rising, shouting now, "give it all to me, fucking give it to me, fucking fuck
me, unh, fuck! Fuck your man slut good, baby, fuck your gigolo good! oh baby fuck me, fuck
me baby, fuck me baby, fuck me baby".
His penis was dribbling a bit earlier, and is leaking hard now, Bhavna feel Kishor a big clench
and release around her cock as Kishor shiver and cum under her, very watery, little rivulets
pooling on his navel and sliding down his tummy.

Slap slap squelch slap ... their sounds surround them, both of them deeply feeling the buzz now,
the world around them fading away. Bhavna'm going hard now, her strapon really slapping his
cheeks on every stroke. His arms, supporting her, feel like iron pillars.

Kishor've suddenly gone calmer, Bhavna call it his "sissy zone". No longer vigorously shouting
and grunting, Kishor're moaning, long-drawn out ones. Kishor look up and wipe the sweat off
her forehead, then stroke her face, "I love when you fuck me like this, your artificial cock
pounding me, hitting my spot every time. You are my protectorate strong woman and I'm your
gurl, and we're so good together and why not we did it earlier, your fingers were fun, so I could
take that tool little easy way!"
One hand on her neck, Kishor slide the other down her breasts, holding, pushing, stroking, then
sit up a bit, reaching behind her and placing his fingers where her clits lightly brush against
them. The sensation makes her groan loudly.
"I want you to cum for me now, I want my strong wife to empty her pussy down and your
cum in your slut husband’s ass drenching it, bathing it." Bhavna's so far gone Bhavna can only
grunt in approval, while bothre clearly enjoying, urging her on, "Do it baby, flood my ass cheeks,
I want to feel explode inside me." Bhavna can feel the onrush deep down, rising up, up, up.

"Close, baby, so close," Bhavna whisper as Bhavna shut her eyes and grimace, freeze in place,
her strapon cock flexing inside Kishor as Bhavna spew within, pumping out jets that splash
against his ass pussy walls. Bhavna hear his sharp intake of breath as Kishor feel this, "Feel so
deliciously full, baby, full of your nectar, full of honey."

Kishor kiss her, and Bhavna lower down, no longer supporting herself. Bhavna lower his legs,
now just lying atop Kishor. "Love you baby," Bhavna whisper. "Me too," Kishor whisper back,
stretching his legs, rubbing our calves together.

Bhavna bring the sheets around them, covering them, slowly drift to sleep, not wanting to slip
out just yet. Somewhere in the night Bhavna must've rolled off Kishor, Bhavna woke up before
morning light once because Bhavna was extremely thirsty for some reason, and slowly drew
back the covers to look at Kishor, lying there, sleeping contentedly, peacefully.

Bhavna cuddled up to Kishor, not wanting to wake Kishor up but unable to stop herself from
tracing her hand over his body, his face, his neck, shoulders, nipples, tummy, legs ... Bhavna
reach a finger under Kishor, feeling the moist sheets where Bhavna's leaked out of Kishor, scoop
up a large one, do no tknow how many times. Bhavna's reminded of every time Bhavna's jacked
off alone, into her hand, into tissues, onto sheets below her, marveling at how lucky Bhavna was
to find, in Kishor, a warm and loving place for her cum.
Bhavna stretch when Bhavna wake up, reaching out her arms and finding Kishor not in bed, her
strapon was still tied to her waist, she removed it, removed lubriacted condom covering it, the
bedsheet was smelling musky smell, it was wet from both Kishor and her cum, oh God ho
wmuch they have enjoyed that night, she realized why the women above 60 love to fuck hunk’s
asses, their tight butt muscle will provide greater resistance and in turn more pleasure for
women, women are queen here with pleasure unlimited guarenteed, why not she used strapon
earlier, she sighed but she can use it anytimes.
Kishor’s bangles sounding told her he is in kitchen. She walked lazily in her tight jeans and black
bra, Sonia has called her she is staying with Pratyusha so no issue and it is Sunday no college.she
looked into kitchen Kishor’s ass seamed getting bigger as his breasts, his ass wrapped in saree
was punching out as he was bending in sink cleaning vegetables. Bhavna could not control her,
she walked behind her husband Kishor and grabbed his both bums tightly and gave three hard
slaps, Kishor gave moaning sound and Bhavna kissed him hard.
Bhavna,” I will cut vegetables.”
Kishor,” Na jee, from now on you will not enter kitchen excpet for fuck and fun, it is my
department , from now on you are my Goddess, you are my owner.”
Bhavna mouth remained open, what an attitude change in one night.
Kishor,” what you want jee.” He was blushing like newly wedded bride after her fierst night. His
eyes looking down. Respected term Jee was giving goosebumps to Bhavna, she even never
addresses Kishor in her intial days of marriage.
Bhavna sense his softness, his desire to be taken, and something correspondingly changes in her.
Her hands go to his throat, holding Kishor gently as Bhavna kiss Kishor, forcefully, completing
her sentence, "... wonderful, magical my man wife."

"My beautiful man, so sweet, feminine, wonderful ..." Bhavna see Kishor blush, even as Kishor
squeeze them harder, an acknowledgement of his submission as her wife, of the renunciation of
his manhood even as it continues to manifest physically this way. Bhavna breathe deeply,
Bhavna see his mouth drop open, his eyes grow soft.
Bhavna,” i want your ass again now.”
Kishor,” jee, you get it enough last night.”
Bhavna,” as your respected Jee I am telling it excites me everytime I see now, it is my request
can we have a sex like yesterday , you know your ass on my strapon.”
Kishor,” Jee, do not make request, it is your right, you can take it as your wish. I will go and
change bedsheet, then come to bedroom.”
Kishor started walking slowly in small steps to bedroom, Bhavna fixed her eyes on swaying ass
of her recently fucked husband who has changed into her completely submissive man wife. She
understood why he is walking slowly, it must be pain but with pleasure as his face was glowing
like first fuck pleasure for him and he was enthusiastic. Thank God Sonia is not here else what
will she say seeing her father in saree swaying hips slowly like a prostitute being gangbanged.

But who will wait for change of bedsheet, Bhavna took fast steps and both reached at bedroom,
she tied strapon with lubricant coating condom, Bhavna turn Kishor around and Kishor place his
hands against the tiles. Bhavna reach for the lube they always keep here (yes!) and wet her
fingers, working one in. "Mine," Bhavna whisper, adding more fingers, hearing his breathing
quicken.
Bhavna inserted her strapon and started bucking it. "Come for me, baby, let it go," Iurge your as
I begin to repeat these twisting, stabbing motions, keeping a finger and thumb on his cock, not
stroking it, just holding it in place.

Bhavna know Kishor are close, just needing that little nudge. "Squirt for me, honey, I know
your're close, so close. Let it all go, let it all out, there you go." Kishor scream, almost squealing,
and shoot over the tiles in front, shivering as Kishor cum.

Bhavna hug Kishor from behind, holding Kishor close, kissing Kishor, letting Kishor drop his
head against the wall, keep Kishor standing, grabbing onto his thighs when Bhavna feel Kishor
buckle. "So good," Kishor whisper, "so good."
"I know," Bhavna answer, kissing Kishor again before moving back, sliding her hands down his
spine, splitting his ass cheeks again, massaging them, adding more lube.
Bhavna rub her strapon cock over his hole, then place it and push, sliding in as Kishor hiss.
"Mine," Bhavna repeat, this time less of a whisper and more of a growl, and Bhavna see Kishor
nod imperceptibly, bracing his hands again as Bhavna grab on to his hips.

Bhavna'm making short, sharp strokes, all the way out and the ramming in, drawing out a grunt
from Kishor each time Bhavna bottom in Kishor. Kishor let out a long drawn out moan,
punctuated by exhales as Bhavna strike his pleasure spot. The way Kishor moan, his voice, is so
sexy to her, Bhavna feel it connect to her labia somehow, it turns her on more.
Kishor shake his hair and turn his head to the side, giving her that oh-so-inviting smile. "Yours,"
Kishor tell her, "your girly man, your submissive," then accentuating with his lips and tongue,
"your sissy. You like fucking your sissy wife, honey?"

All Bhavna can do is make noises now, no words form from her mouth. "Good, because your
sissy wife likes to be fucked, but only by You. I'm a slut, but only for you. So fuck me hard, fuck
me good, take what you want, give me that hot load, oh my dear Jee."

Bhavna's panting now, in the home stretch, her thrusts are further apart. Kishor rest his head on
the wall, still turned back, one hand moving to her face, the other reaching below to encounter
her balls, fondling them. "Do it baby, like you want to breed me from my lovehole!"

Bhavna grimace, her eyes close, holding Kishor, burying her face in his neck. Her pelvis against
his ass, his hand reaches down and cups them, lifts them, his fingernails behind them, lightly
scratching. Bhavna groan and pulse deeply in Kishor. erupting in Kishor, feeling some deep part
of her moving into Kishor, taking up residence in his body, meshing with his skin and tissues.

Bhavna grip Kishor tight in the aftershock of her massive orgasm, until they slowly find each
other's lips. Bhavna raise his left leg and twist Kishor to kiss Kishor better. "That was amazing
honey," Kishor whisper, ""Hand in glove," Kishor giggle, "promise me you'll always fuck me
like this."
Kishor,” look what mess you have done, it will take me whole day to clean bedsheet and now
floor. You brute you can not wait till I change bedsheet, look you have torn my blouse and bra
hook Jee, you are such brute impatient woman jee, jee tell me do you love your sissy’s ass, your
husband’s rosebud.”
Bhavna hugged him,” yes, I do love every part of your body, now get dressed , I will take bath
and we will go to for your blouse bra shopping and have brunch in nice hotel.”
Kishor,” Na jee Na, my ass is aching.”
Bhavna,” I promise I will ride slow, besides do you know why everyone loves bullet, because its
seat are so wide that even after fucked it is a nice cushion, so couples prefer it.”
Kishor,” Jee how many experience you have it.”
Bhavna,” I assure it will be a nice bullet ride for you , one memorable time.”
Kishor laughed, Bhavna gave a lip kiss, lifting him she took him to shower, water running
between them, Bhavna asked Kishor to clean her using his mouth, Kishor smiled and his tongue
roamed every inch of his wife’s strong body specially her pussy area giving Bhavna multiple
orgasms.

Kishor now wore a see through sexy chiffon saree with sexy low cut single string blouse with no
bra. He took all makeup carefully and jewellery. Finally painted his nailpolish, applied heena
design over his navel, waist finally lipstick. Bhavna quickly wore her black jeans and jacket with
no bra, her panty line outside showed it is not panty but her favourite strapon, the bulge was
lightly visible.
Bhavna,” looks like you will attract many eyes on road.”
Kishor,” Looks like you will be only predator, your bulge shows , how will I protect me.”
Bhavna,” from last night I think this strapon is my part, it gives me more energy, more fulfilness.
Ok lets roll for our marketing.”
Kishor bit his tongue,” Ayo Maa, I have forgotten, today is AmmaPuja, my two friends are
keeping fast for this day, they will break it in evening. They called me two days before, but I
have forgotten thanks to you and your new found tool. Lets go there, we can go for shopping
someother day.”
Bhavna,” Ok, mister, thanks Goddess my money got save today, by the way can not they handle
the puja.”
Kishor,” come on, we are men, for few months earlier we are in pant shirt, now we are in saree,
we have no idea, they are doing fast for 1
st
time, actually they will be stressed, who else is there
except me.”
Bhavna nodded,she started her bullet, Kishor sat onesided, on way Kishor opened his whatsapp,
he and his two friends have recently got permission from their wives to access social media,
though they are not active in facebook whatsapp is their best way of communication. Their group
name Teen Saheli where they share beauty tips, cooking dishes, homecare as other two friends
are new in saree it is Kishor who demonstrates mostly by video calling, it strengthened their
bonds. He looked at latest videos of how pooja is done and what are requirements. His one hand
was holding his bike riding wife’s waist and other hand holding his phone with earphones. He
requested Bhavna to drive slow which Bhavna was doing as obedient wife. Bhavna was speaking
something but got no reply, she turned her head slightly to see serious face of Kishor looking at
video. After Kishor finished watching the video, he asked Bhavna to stop bike near Puja Shop,
Bhavna stopped, it was huge rush of women in saree all were quite young and happened to be
recently married, Kishor quickly noted on his phone what items are necessary. He took his vanity
went to shop, after waiting for 15 minutes he gave list to the shopkeeper who happened to be a
middleage woman, as it was worship day so she has already kept in basket with necessary all
items. Kishor was last one in queue.

Woman,” Maa is this for you, you looks like you have been married for long time. This Puja is
for newly married.”
Kishor,” then give me three basket Amma, it will be for my friends, they requested me to bring
for them. I will guide them in Puja.”
Woman,” Ok, sorry sorry, but you look like a newly wed bride,you are looking beautiful and
sexy, you must be keeping your husband busy, he is lucky fellow, you are wearing saree nicely,
other girls standing here do not know how to wear saree, they are just doing for namesake to post
in social media, all my customer today standing here has wrapped saree on jeans pant, but you
are unique today,my Puja items will go waste today by young generation, so I am giving these
three basket for one basket price, consider it as a gift of devotee.”
Kishor just smiled shyly, he thought how being a man he is more passable traditional than young
generation girls. He took three baskets and walked to Bhavna.
Bhavna started bike, Kishor sat onesided holding three baskets on his saree clad lap.
Bhavna,” you are more beautiful as woman than those girls standing in queue before you.”
Kishor,” thanks, it is all due to you, the woman said same, I am lucky to be your husband.”
Bhavna,” Me too.”

Kishor started to hear another video on puja. They reached at their friends flat. They were
welcomed. Kishor’s two friends were in saree looking gorgeous, their wives were in salwar
punjabi ready for work, Kishor could see bulge on women’s punjabi, he blushed as he knew the
women possess same tool as Bhavna has beneath her jeans pant. The women waived goodbye as
they have courier to give, Kishor’s two friends touched their wives feet as women left to duty on
their RX100 motorcycle. Kishor went to his two friends, pinched their arms and murmered,”
Hope your ass is getting bulky and like a pot.”
One of his friend taunted,” Like you do not know, 1
st
look at yourself, your ass is like a ripe
melon ready to burst.”
Kishor,” so you mean you guys have taken it in you.”
Other friend,” what do you think we are observing this Puja for.”
Kishor,” Omg I have forgotten, I have watched two videos, still not clear.”
The three men just laughed watching each other as each know how their virgin male territory fort
breached by their superior wives. One of friend took a holy book which describes all about
AmmaPuja. All three men started to read. The theme said initially for whom the worship is
meant for:
Any married girl after losing her virginity in her first night in her in laws room, should do this
puja in three months after breaking of her hymen, here she will worship the women girls of her
own family, but her mother is focus of this worship as she gave her birth , treated her well,
protected her modesty and dignity which is now owned by her husband. So she thanks her
mother, and other women in family as she is not now their family.
Puja is not for newly married bride too, even any married man who stays at in laws being
househusband can do same for his mother. There was a story to support this in old time when
'.s were attacking northeast province passing through Rajasthan a small fort Kunwalpur
gave them opposition, the king was anihilated and most of his male army, only few left. The
young prince was fearing of his life and his state’s security. Then one night while sleeping the
KULDEVI of dynasty appeared in dreams of Prince, she said the dynasty will be protected if the
prince wearing ghaghra choli marries to Kui tribal woman leader and take her last name,
surrender his crown to Kui princess and serve her as being a man wife and loss his virginity to
tribal princess then state will be safe. Next day Prince told this to his mother, she was surprised
but to protect his kingdom it was last option. He knew that Kui tribe is matrilineal, the girls are
fierce independent strong, past military campaigns was disaster, so truce was negotiated to grant
autonomy of tribe, it was a cluster of 500 houses. The Prince then wore nicest lehenga choli with
bridal way was escorted by his leftover army to Kui tribe. In jungle they were suddenly shocked
as arrows fly around them, restricting their path. The prince ordered his army to drop their
weapons and kneel, prince was inside decorated Palinquin. 4 strong women with 7 feet height
stark naked black muscular with large swords, axe and bow arrows approached. They asked who
they are the prince told everything about dream. The women then asked the prince only to follow
them and they asked the rest to retreat, once all left they told prince to follow them, the women
were walking swiftly, the prince could not follow as quickly, so one of woman took him on her
shoulder and continued to walk in dense forest. The Prince’s eyes were closed with cloth,when
he saw light he found he was in a fort in forest guarded by naked muscular armed women and in
centre sitting on tiger’s skin the largest muscular woman he had ever seen in life the princess of
Kui tribe maintaining what he heard as rumour. Her arms are like steel, breasts tight, abs like
rock. Prince fell at queen’s feet and narrated everything. The queen said she will marry in Kui
way for which Prince’s mother must be present. Prince wrote a letter to his mother, two Kui
women took letter with them and next day returned with his mother. The marriage way Prince’s
mother offered Prince’s virginity to princess of tribe, the princess with a sandalwood phallus
penetrated anal cavity of Prince, she continued to fuck for whole day night in front of Prince’s
mother. Finally their marriage was consumated. Again KULDEVI appeared in prince’s dream
and told him to do thanksgiving Puja to his mother as he is now some other’s property. The
Prince did fast for whole day, cooked 100 types of food by himself, the number of foods cooked
symbolize the number of years he wants to serve and stay with his wife, then worshipped his
mother, drank her feet water at next day night and served food to all women girls present there.
Then he ate from food what his wife and mother fed through their finger toes. The Kui Princess
defended successfully from '. invasion, the prince made the Kui princess as Queen and
ruler of his kingdom, the Kui warrioress took male as wives, after 10 year princess decided she
will be pregnant, then they had natural vagina penis copulation looking at horoscope, she was
pregnant in one copulation, she gave birth to a strong girl. Prince wearing ghaghra choli
remained happy so were people of his state. He lived 100 year with his wife, his daughter too
took a boy wearing ghaghra choli. But in their 3
rd
generation the married boy after losing his anal
virginity did not do this Puja, so Kuldevi was angry, the '.s invasion became successful
and whole state was annhilitated.

After reading the story the three men in saree went to kitchen, Kishor returned to Bhavna and
wished to do this Puja as he recently lost his manhole virginity, but he was crying as he has no
mother to worship now. He told the story he studied in book, Bhavna asked him to bring the
book. Bhavna studied carefully, she smiled thought how her husband is now behaving like a
submissive dutiful obedient fearful wife, it is a change. She called Kishor and showed him the
exception line written very small letter at end of book if mother is dead then wife can take place
of her for men doing this Puja. Kishor got calm with happy feet he rushed to kitchen holding his
saree pleats adjusting pallu. Now three male friends were busy preparing as many types of food,
they were in fast without water, their body was getting weak but their determination to stay with
their wives gave strength to take pain. At evening their cooking finished, it was 120 types of
dishes, they served food to women girls, their wives also returned from duty. Men cleaned feet of
each woman girl present there, they drank water from feet, did aarti, after everyone fed satisfied
the wives and mothers fed men from theor toes. It was satisfying, the men were tired, their wives
slept hugging them.
Kishor groans as Bhavna moves on to his legs, starting low and then working her way upwards,
only to change approach and tackle his breast next, heading slowly down towards his belly.
Finally, she moves her touch down between his legs, gently caressing his very evident arousal.
“I still can hardly believe you are here with me,” she breathes against his ear.
“I am,” he responds, “Seven be praised, I am.”
It is all too tempting to stay here cradled against her and give in to the sweet sensation of her
caress; however, pushing up onto his knees, he manages to turn around awkwardly to face her.
Kneeling between her legs, he uses his remaining hand to steady himself as he leans forward to
kiss her.

as he drags his thumb across one and then the other of her nipples, before pressing the palm of
his hand between her legs, grinding it slowly against the rise above her cunt, circling around her
clit with that general pressure.
“Kishor…” she gasps, pushing up into the contact of his hand, “I missed you so much,your soft
lovely form in saree.”
“I missed you too,” he promises honestly, “I almost cursed the blessing of ever knowing you for
the bitterness of losing you,your bike ride i feel like it is heaven for me.”
“My hero,” he calls her, between kisses.
“Don’t tease,” she blushes, turning her face away.
“I’m not,” he swears, nuzzling his face into her neck.
She locks eyes with him again, still so gentle despite the confident way she’s taking him. Her
blue eyes shine with emotion and it shakes him still to feel so beloved by her, not for what he can
do for her or what he represents. Truth be told, he’s still not really sure what it is that she sees in
him that’s so worthwhile to her, but he’s pretty sure she’s the only person who sees it. He feels
her shaking, hears the choked sound she makes. She reaches up and buries one of her hands in
his hair as the other stays pinning him to the wall, soundlessly mouthing the shape of his name
against his lips.

“I love you,” he whispers back, as the trembling of her body slows, and she moves both hands to
the back of his thighs to tilt them just so and that sends him over the cliff’s edge.
“I am yours, your grace.”Kishor
“And you have sworn to obey me?”Bhavna
“Aye, Queen,” he said.
“Whatever I command?”Bhavna
“Whatever you command.” Kishor swore.
Morning Kishor woke up tired, he must return to cook for his wife and daughter. Kishor asked
Bhavna to return to their home, but one of mother of kishor’s friend told that tomorrow is
karvachauth, your wives were doing it for you for long time, as you men wore saree mangalsutra
this year you must do this puja with sincerity, you men have no idea how to do it, we 2 mothers
can help you. She said Sonia can come and stay with them, it will be arranged. Kishor went to
kitchen to help his friends to prepare dish. This time both comfortable and chatting gossip started

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One day Nikhil was cleaning his home, he found a old trunk, from inside he got a diary, that is his biological father's diary. the content of Diary was
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It all started when I was 12 years old. Right from my childhood, I was interested in women’s
clothes especially in sarees, lehengas and of course, lingerie. When I was 13, I used to secretly
wear my aunt’s bra when everyone one was out of home. It was one such day, I found a bra that
my sister no longer used. So, I decided to keep it with me so that I can wear it whenever I would
get a chance.

Since my grandmother lived with us, my aunts would often visit our house to stay with their
mom i.e. my grandmother. My grandmother’s house was little detached from our house. So, it
was a little convenient place for me to go and do all the crossdressing. I used to stay at her house
very often. Her house had two rooms so whenever I got chance, I would wear the bra I had and a
petticoat and stay as long as I could. But it was never enough for me as I wished to stay like a
woman all time. The longest time I could manage was the night time when I would sleep wearing
bra and a petticoat. At morning, I would change into my male clothes again as I prepared myself
to go to the college.
But all this was just a beginning. Day by day, my desire to wear women’s clothes was increasing,
specially sarees, jewelleries and makeup etc.
By the time I was 17 years old, I had secretly collected some old bangles, necklace and a pair of
anklets. I also found an eye shadow palette. The only things missing were a saree and a blouse. I
could have taken my mother’s old blouse but she would have known if I ever took her saree.
One day, one of my aunt came to stay with my grandmother. I secretly slipped into her room to
see her sarees which she brought with her. I touched them one by one but the only problem was I
couldn’t dbang them in her presence. Next morning, she was ready to go due to some urgent
work so she left in a hurry. After she left the house I went to the room to check if see had
forgotten something.
When I opened the closet I saw her heavy purple georgette saree with blouse and I can’t tell how
happy I was! It was like a dream come true. I immediately went to an internet cafe to learn how
to dbang a saree. I downloaded several videos including different saree dbanging styles. I happily
returned home.
Then I went straight to my grandmother’s room and locked the door and took out her petticoat
from her closet. Then I took the saree and started dbanging it as it was instructed in the videos. At
first, I found it a little difficult to make 9-12 perfect pleats but I tried several times. After
successfully making the pleats I put a safety pin on it. Then I pleated the pallu and put it on my
shoulder. I carefully went in front of the mirror to see my work.

For the first time I was wearing petticoat, bra with a saree. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I
was almost looking like a woman. I started walking inside the room and it was the first time
when I completely forgot that I’m a boy. After an hour it was time to open the door or else
everyone would have started wondering what was I doing inside. So I undbangd the saree and
petticoat and put them inside the closet. I was very unhappy after removing the saree. I wished I
could wear it all day. That night I didn’t slept well as I was constantly thinking about wearing
that saree.
The next day I decided to stay at my granny’s house so that I can spend the night wearing that
saree. At evening, I started preparing myself for the night. I took a long shower and shaved all
my body hairs. After having dinner at 9 pm, I took my mother’s red lipstick and ran into my
granny’s house and locked the door. I took out the saree, petticoat, bra, blouse and all the
jewelleries that I collected. I stood in front of the mirror and put on my bra and petticoat then I
put on the blouse ,the blouse was little large for me but I managed to wear it by putting three
safety pins.
After that everything just looked perfect in my eyes. Next I took the saree and started dbanging it.
After making the pleats I pleated the pallu and put it on my shoulder and attached a safety pin. It
was about 11pm. I sat in front of the mirror and started applying the red lipstick, and then I put
some eye shadow. Finally it was time to put on my jewelry – the necklace, bangles and lastly, I
put on the pair of anklets.
I stood up and tried to walk inside the room but the saree was heavy which made it a little
difficult for me to walk. Also, I had used the third hook in my bra which made it feel lot more
snug around my chest. I tied the petticoat little bit tight but I enjoyed that feeling so much. At 12
pm, I prepared my bed and lied gently since I was in a saree.
I fell asleep after a few minutes and woke up at 6:30 am next morning. So that was my first
memorable night as a woman. Since then, I have spent many more such nights but I am always
going to cherish that my first night in a saree. That night, I finally found Krishna the woman
inside me!

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“ Krishna wake up it’s 8 am, do you don’t want to go for college …?” my elder sister Sandhya
yelling from kitchen. As she is the only family member as we lost our parents last year in an
accident.
“ No di, now Summer vacations have started “ I responded her through bed.
But she has to go for office. She works in MNC. She is 30 and I am 21 now in First year of
graduation. She is very strong determinant girl, she promised she will marry after I get a job. She
is my everything, she has a nice pleasant assuring personality.

As she went for office I went for bathroom where I saw her bra and panties. I always wanted to
try them I took cream colour bra and dark brown pantie. The feeling of soft touch of pantie and
tension of bra strip on body giving me a different feeling. I decided to wear it for some more
time as di is going to come in evening. And I decided to try some more dress. So I choose her
leggings and top. After few minutes I decided to some work by wearing dress as di always do. So
I started cleaning kitchen hall and our bedroom washing the dishes. By doing all these things I
observed my flat chest so I put my socks in that to give it shape. As I look into the mirror I was
stun by look. I was just looking a teenage girl. I kept dupatta on it and look towards clock so I
got realised that di will come anytime. So I get back to my normal dress and kept all things as
they were.
After coming from office di was so happy as I already did everything cleaned. I appreciates my
job. But I was just thinking about the how was looking so girly after keeping socks in bra cups
and how was my curvi body and the feeling of keeping dupatta. So I was eagerly waiting for next
day. In night I was thinking about other stuffs so I can transform my self as a girl. As my body
was clean I just have to arrange one wig and have to try other girly stuff like lipstick mascara
nail polish earrings bindi and bangels. When I get sleep i don’t know but in morning I get wake
up early with di. And helping her.
She was so happy that I was helping her But I was saving my time to dress up and explore my
self more as girl. As soon as she went I get change fast in her salwar’s or leggings and try to
make up so look perfect as I don’t have wig still looking like a girl having small hairs. But My
make up skills making me upset. So try to see videos on you tube. It was almost one week I was
doing all these things very carefully .

But on Sunday When di was at home so today I have to be in normal male dress. But I thought
why I not make a fake fb account as girl and feel at least. When I created fb account I kept name
as Kavya Singh as I like Alia very much. And started to make friends. Some ask about my real
pics then I got urge to show my pics to them but I also got fear what will happen if someone got
known about me. So I decided to kept such dp which will show my girly figure on next day when
di will goes to office. So next it was very exciting day for me as I am going to post my first pic
on fb and want to know how my friends going to react on it. Soon di went for office and today I
decided wear blue colour Salwar which I like most and wear some bangles as I wanted to show
myself as traditional girl. And stared to make up. When I feel I was looking good I started to take
some pics so my face not getting clearly visible. And posted it on fb. OMG every friend is
commenting on it and reacting on it with likes loves and wowws. Most of the boys started send
me hi and waving hands in inbox. Some are doing cheap comments for them other friends giving
the reply. And I making them block. Girls are getting jealous on me for my getting popularity.
As know one is my known persons in real life I am not getting fear of anything.
So it was very exciting day for me. As I have made friends and chatting with them as girl.
Few days goes like that but still I don’t have a wig. And I started to feel to go outside and want
to experience as a girl. Days goes like this I was Kavya at home when di went to office and on
virtually on fb only. Soon my vacation over and I have to get back to college and from onwards
it will be not easy for me to dress and live as Kavya.
I joined college but this time I was feeling odd with my male friends and feeling to get back to
my world as Kavya. So I started to avoid them and started to login as Kavya and spent time to
watch other college girls how they dress up do make ups. Soon I wanted to try modern dress but
now I have to keep patience to get alone at home. When ever I get this chance I never let it go.
One day a When I was going for college a girl Deepa from my college stopped me said, “ Hey
Krishna you live in this area ?”

I said “ I reside at Raj pride and what about you ?”
“ I also in Raj pride wing C and you ?”
“A wing”
“ But I never saw you in this locality before ?”
“ I rarely goes outside and also don’t have friends so stay at home “
“ O that’s why but I love to go for outing and have fun , from now on words we will go out and
have fun and I will be your first friend so now lets go to college and I will don’t have to wait for
bus as you have scooty … “ and we laughed. That day we talk lot of things about family friends
hobbies likes dislikes and get known lot about each other. And we becomes good friends. I get
known she don’t have many male friends as I was the only. The whole day I was with girls and
feel good as don’t get time to open fb.
When I came back to home Sandhya di ask me about my happiness and I told her about Deepa
and other girls.
“ Krishna it is very nice you made some friends … otherwise every time you are spending time
on mobile only ”

“ yeah di today I am feeling very good ”
As the whole I was with girls and this is the first time I am watching there dress and accessories
very closely.
Next day while going to college Deepa said “ Krishna why you are staring all girls I thought you
were nice guy but you are just like others we girls always like boys who respect them not like
you. All girls didn’t liked your behaviour so from onwards stay away from us.”
I was in shock I wanted to explain but what can I say to her I wanted to stop her and said my
feeling to her but she left me and went away. I was just to cry but not want to cry here so went
back to home and started to cry. I console my self its okay I was not behave properly yesterday
and have to say sorry to Deepa and her friends. So I decided to say her sorry tomorrow in
college. So now I was at home and I got chance to dress up so I forget everything and become
Kavya. And started to chat with friends. Now I got used by the fb friends as they flirt me and it
makes feel too good. I was blushing like a girl and watching reading all the flirty comments of
boys that same time I got shock as Deepa was standing at door and watching me Surprisingly as
while coming home I was upset and forgot to close the door.

She was in awww position and said me while closing door “ Ashu you are looking so cute but
why you dress up like girl … ?” before I said anything she again started, “ so Krishna you were
watching yesterday to all girl as like girl and we thought some thing different cheap”.
“ I felt very after scolding you so I came back to you to say sorry … ”
While saying all this she come to close to me and watching carefully all my dress and
accessories and saw my mobile which is having open my fb account.
“ OMG so you have name Kavya when you dress up… you looking so pretty cute just you need
a wig”
“ I know it is the only thing I don’t have but… please don’t disclose my secrete to anyone ”
“ No Kavya .. from now we are besties and I will give you wig I have one “, she was smiling and
checking my fb ac.
“ wowww all these pics are yours Kavya ?”
“ yeah how are they ?
“ kavya you are looking sso cute ”

She was smiling and I was blushing.
“ I have to change as Sandhya di will come now … ”
“ Okay but I will call Kavya from now and we will go for outing as girls so be ready”
“ no way I am not going out as girl what will happen if someone get known ”
“ Kavya after wearing wig no one will recognize even though your di, and we will have real fun,
other wise i will tell everything to di how you dress your flirting with boys each and everything ”
I thought may be she is right after wearing wig no will recognize me and i can enjoy in real not
in virtual and Deepa will be with me for help. So I agreed. So it decided for tomorrow to dress up
and go for outing adventure.
Next day Deepa come at home as I was already ready in yellow chudidaar she was come with
wig she put wig on me and did some make up and also teach me some tricks for glossy lips and
mascara. I was looking very hot as saw in mirror as hairs making me perfect it was just like
dream come true for. I got some tears in my eyes Deepa got understand about my feelings and
she hugged me like true bestie and said Kavya don’t mess mascara you will rock today. We
smiled she was some bit modern she was in blue jeans and black tshirt and having blue shirt on
it.
My heart was pumping I was first time going outside real word as Kavya. We were on scooty I
was sitting on backseat. I was enjoying all this. Deepaa stop for panipuri and I got feared as it
was safe on scooty. Deepa encouraged me” you are looking hot and Don’t be shy be bold and I
know it was your dream so enjoy it”
We eat panipuri and taken some pics I upload all this pics on fb everyone was commenting on
pics abput my and Deepa’s beauty. When we come back to home we were just gossiping like
girls like how we enjoyed everything . I shared my feeling to her “ Deepa I want live like that I
will never forget this day in my life as you showed me to myself and we hugged each other “.
She also shared her feelings to me everything.
We became more close and Deepa is the only my bestiee who knows my secrete.