Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES

[ashishrajan]

teacher's day
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TEACHER'S DAY part 1

teachers day was coming and it was a rule in our college that the students of class 12 will take up the role of the teachers and teach. This year our head boy wanted to spice things. So this t ime the students would also needed to wear the teachers clothes. many thought it would be funny and all the teachers agreed too. But the main problem arised when my name was accidentally put with female teacher. And before they realised the mistake it was too late and all the seats were filled and i had no choice but to come as a lady teacher. In the last period maam came to my class and gave me a beautiful salwar suit with bindi,bangles and payal, she also bought me hair removal cream, wig and makeup kit. she consoled me and told me that tomorrow i will enjoy alot than
any of my male friends. i thanked maam and went home.
the next day i got dressed in the salwar wore the accesories put on makeup and went to college. i
even wore the lingerie to show maam my support. put on small heel sandals of my mom and started for college. the whole way not a single soul thought i was a boy. in college my friends complimented my looks and told that i should have been born girl. i went to maam she saw me and was surprised how beautiful i looked. the day was goind smoothly i love teaching the kids and they loved me back. i even got many cards from kids and the said i looked beautiful. during the lunch time i was sitting with maam when her daughter came to greet her. She was alumni of the college and was currently working for an MNC. She saw me a said hello gorgeous, you look beautiful. this made me blush she than flirted with me the whole break and than left. the whole day went like that and enjoyed it alot. thanks to maam.
Maam than asked me to come to her house for dinner but in the salwar only.


TEACHER'S DAY part 2

At around 6 pm I went at maam’s home. She lived with her daughter, husband and a very orthodox mother in law, i could tell because at home maam was expected to wear rajputi poshak with gunghat all the time. she also needed to do all the household chores. I went early to help maam in the cooking. I was enjoying cooking and we bonded alot she taught me many life hacks a housewife might use. it was when we finished cooking maam dropped the bomb on me. she asked me if i would like to marry her daughter and become her daughter in law. she said that her
daughter did not want to live a life like she lives, she wants to live freely but she cannot do anything about due to society, and her family do not want to send their daughter to other’s home when she saw me in the salwar she knew i would be the perfect match for her daughter. I could be a girl for the world and a man in bed for her daughter. she further told me that i had all the traits to be a perfect housewife i was naturally good in housework, also everyone in her house liked me alot. She said after marriage i would quit studying and teach with her in the college. she said i was a good teacher and she had many connections to help me get the job. i was very confused about what to do. on one hand i was loving the role of a wife slash teacher and i found her daughter very strong but on the other hand i would have to give up my masculinity and become a responsible woman from a teenage kid


TEACHER'S DAY part 3

After a lot of thinking I finally decided to become a woman and marry mam’s daughter Rajitha. Maam wad very happy hearing me decision she took me to her room and made me wear one of her beautiful lehanga oddhni. She than called my parents and explained them the situation, they were happy hearing my decision as they were always worried about my future because i was weak in studies also now i have to start taking responsibilities of household. My parents came to my sasural and we had the Roka ceremony.
Our marriage was fixed a week later it was a grand celebration. I called all my friends but everyone ditched me a few even called me a sissy and a few even threatened to make my life miserable if i came back to college as teacher. This made me scared but my fiancee consoled me and told me matter what she will be there for me. I fell into her strong arms shedding happy tears for finding an amazing partner























TEACHER'S DAY part 4

Soon we got married with the blessing of both the families.
It was the time of suhaagraat and i was sitting nervously in my red lehanga. Than she came in. I was sitting on the bed shyly. She came and sat beside me and slowly removed my gunghat. She than praised me on my beauty which made me blush. A few months ago i might have not liked the idea of me even kisssing a girl wearing sherwani and yet today i am with a hot guy ready to submit myself to her in every way as her wife. She than slowly removed my nosering and kissed me passionately on her lips for a minute. Than she came close to me and kissed me on my neck making me very aroused. She than removed my odhni i was in my blouse and petticoat and than slowly started kissing my navel. Afterwards she ordered me to get on the floor on my knees i did so and than she removed her artificial big cock. It was around 8 inches. I slowly started rubbing
it and gave her a blowjob i loved how my hands tender, fair hands painted red felt against her big
cock. I was loving the sounds my bangles were making while rubbing her dick. After an exotic
10 min he came inside my mouth and i like an obedient wife swallowed it all. Than she picked
me from the floor and made me sit on the bed in doggy style. Than she took alot of Vaseline and inserted her rubber dick in me and fucked me. She than again came inside me after which she kissed me on my lips and we slept, she said it was my mother who gifted her, i just shied in shame thinking about how naughty my mother can be.




TEACHER’S DAY part 5

Soon the fun was over, all the relatives left and now it was my job to maintain the house. My mother in law told me that the session was almost over so i should start teaching from the next session and should focus on the household chores for now. I was loving my life. I engoyed cooking and trying new dishes, my family loved me and made me feel like home, i also got to wear so many beautiful and colourful dresses and to top it all i had a handso me husband who loved me more than anything.
Time travelled fast and soon only 15 days were left for the college to start. Sasuma( mother in
law) got me a job with her connection although i was not even 12 pass. I was going teach English
to 11 and 12 (i was good in English so i knew my 12 class English very well). The biggest problem was that this year i had to teach all my former friends who were in 12 and i was scared of them. But then again my the love of my life my wife was there to support me


TEACHER'S DAY part 6

The next day i got dressed in a pretty salwar and went to college with my MIL in the college bus. As i was with my MIL none of my friends dared to come near me but i could see the anger in their faces. My MIL had instructed other teachers also about my situation and they used to check up on me from time to time. In the last period i had to teach my friends class which was the only
12 standard class i had. Although no one came near me. I could see that my friends were calling
me sissy every once in a while and harassing me, at the end of the class one of my friends grabbed my ass and squeezed which left me crying, but i didn't tell anyone as this was mh battle and i wanted to fight it alone.
Except for this scene everything went great in college. Both teachers and students loved me. I was
the most beautiful teacher and a few kids of from nursery even made a card for me.
After college i went home and changed into odhni made food and then went to bed where my
sweet hubby was waiting for me, who as usual was very horny and romantic and fucked me hard twice.




TEACHER'S DAY part 7

Everything was going well for some time now. Than one day my MIL fell ill and i had to go to the college alone. It was the first time i was going alone and i was afraid my students/ former classmates might not do something to me.
Unluckily my fears came true, in one of the periods when i was teaching their class they started
cat calling me and abusing me openly. When i ordered them out of the class one of them came to me and pulled me closer to him by waist and said “ we won't go sissy” this made me angry and i was about to slap him when he stopped my hand. Another student came and strongly hold both my hands, than he grabbed my breasts, i pleaded him to leave, and that i was their teacher but everything was in vain, after about 5 minutes of pressing my breasts he told me to say “ please leave my boobies, i am sorry for being a bad sissy teacher, i will always obey you and be your slave” with tears in my eyes i said so. For the rest of the period and the next one they made me dance on item songs and various other humilating things like spanking, twerking ( wiggling our ass) ,etc while the rest of the class saw their english teacher dancing like an item girl and getting humilated. I was so happy when the period got over and i rushed out. But i was afraid to report it to someone.


But then at the last period something much worse happened. When i was about to take my stuff and go from the last class of the day my classmates came out of nowhere in the empty class. They told me that my dancing has turned them on and now they are going to bang me. I pleaded them to leave me and that i was married. But they didnt listen they forcefully made me sit on my knees and than one of them open his trousers and pulled out his cock. I was trying very hard not
to open my mouth but they were forcing and than when i was about to take his cock in my mouth someone punched his balls very hard and there i saw my protecter, the love of my life my wife she beat them all very much, i ran to her and hugged her very tightly and put my head on her breast and cried she consoled me and made them all apologize to me. She made them realise
their mistake and asked them to wear salwar to college else she will beat them hard. Thay all felt very sorry for their deeds and told me that from today i was their sister and they will always care me, I gave them tips to wear salwar.

From that my life turned out to be great. Everyone loved me in the college and if anyone ever insulted me or did anything to hurt me, my wife were their for me.Boys wore salwar to college, everyone accepted them. My wife treats them as her Saali Aadhi Ghar wali, I do not mind if she takes her tool to fuck these boys.

The end.

[ashishrajan]

 Mira (Sunday, 07 April 2019 13:44)



After a tiring day at home, I have returned to bedroom. Delicately opened my apartment door, kept my keys and went straight to my bedroom. I knew my lovely wife Fari was at her cousin's baby shower with her mother and will be late to return tonight. Long weekend starts tomorrow and in order to relax I grabbed a can of craft beer from my bedroom fridge and started taking my work clothes off. Just then Fari texted me on snapchat "Love, enjoy your lone time well. We will be late to come home XOXO". I texted back "ok love. Love you".Fari sent pictures of her and cousin in all way bike ride, taking snaps at different locations.Fari was looking beautiful and sexy with her biker jacket open her sexy six pack abs visible with a black bra just covering her nipples with cigarette on her mouth.
I turned some sensual songs on my spotify while sipping my beer and went to our closet to grab the lehenga choli Fari ordered online for melast week. Due to our busy schedule, I couldn't tryand show it to my wife so - decided to try it on now to see if it fits.

Keeping the the lehenga choli on my bed I decided to get a smooth shave and a warm shower. Yes guys, it is exactly what you are thinking. I am an average built man who is just a size bigger than my wife and since last year year we indulged into this little secret erotic roleplay of ours. Our sex life was amazing and my wife was completely supportive of the crossdressing.




As I got to the shower I have removed all my body hair very closely and applied all the moisturizer I could get. I grabbed a pair of our (my wife and mine) sexy lace panties and bra. As
I was putting them on I could feel the baby like softness of my skin and it was ecstatic. I grabbed
my 34C silicone fillups to give my man boobs a nicer and fuller shape. I started my makeup on my face which Fari taught me during our weekly role-plays. I applied light makeup like foundations and concealer followed by some eyeliner, mascara and a deep maroon matte lipstick. On the big mirror on my bedroom wall I started admiring myself on lingerie. Then came the best part, I grabbed my blouse and I was amazed how well it fits. I learned some little makeup tricks from Fari to give the illusion of cleavage which I applied but this low cut deep neck blouse feels like it was just made for me. After wearing the dress I was in awe. My beauty was completed when I placed my black wig with few blonde highlights on it. I was beautiful! Simply gorgeous!
To top it all off I grabbed a pair of matching clipon jhumka earrings, some bangles and a beautiful Ruby pendant. I turned myself to a bomb with a magnetic nosepin. I was amazed at how delicious I looked. I turned myself to the hot bhabi of the community.

I grabbed my phone, took several snaps in different poses and send those to Fari's Snapchat. She replied, "I want to eat you up right now bhabiji!!'

I was sending more snaps and we were flirting and sexting for more than an hour.on the other side I was drinking beer and getting tipsy and horny at the same time.She was also having a beer at a bar, we cheers each other on phone. I grabbed my average size dick and started enjoying myself. Just then the doorbell started ringing. I was scared and surprised at the same time. I rushed to the bathroom and changed to my pajamas in such a hurry I didn't even change my panties.
I rushed to open the door and was surprised to see a darkish 5 10ish moderately muscular build woman with a few grey hair and with an angry face screaming "who is that bitch you are having when my daughter is not home".

Meet Mrs. Pratibha - my wife's 65 years old Mommy who is still more stronger and fit than I am. She was a firefighter and always kept herself fit and well-groomed. To many boys of our age, he is still a beautiful sexy hunk woman.

I was weak on my knees seeing her so furious. As she stormed in thru the door and was looking for the "bitch" who he saw through my bedroom window which was a little ajar and I didn't even bother to shut it due to negligence, she didn't even look at me properly.




I was scared as hell and replied in a soft trembly voice, "There is no one here Mommy. I am all alone.' As she turned to me, in a flash her furious face turned to shock for a second and then with a huge grin on her face he said, "So it was you, princess!" And started laughing. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest mirror and as I looked at my face I was dying out of shame! My face was beautiful except I had no wig and I was wearing my male pajamas!

Before I could start explaining, she grabbed my waist with her strong arms, lifted me up to my bed, kissed my cheeks and asked me to get ready in the same female avatar and left towards the
dining room.

Having no other alternatives, I got ready in 10 minutes. I don't know what got in to my mind I wore some high heels and started catwalking towards my MIL. As I was walking I could feel my ass jiggling and swaying and Mommy was staring at me with lust.













I say down on the chair beside her but she grabbed me by waist and put me on her lap and said "My dear princess, does my daughter know about this?" Saying this her lips touched mine and I felt electricity going down my spine. I got lost for a moment. After the brief kiss I served her few beers and started explaining how Fari and I do some role-play during weekends. She also explained that she came here from her farmhouse directly to surprise her only daughter but later
learnt that they were at Faris cousins place from my wife over the phone. She decided to drop by
our apartment since I was home but found a beautiful boy princess instead.

Between our conversation, she was admiring my beauty and was being very sweet. As we were drinking and talking and laughing, we were both pretty tipsy and then we started making out! After a hot makeout session, we straightened ourselves and later decided to keep it a secret from my wife.

Later that night, when Fari was back she was surprised and very happy to see her Mom. We all chatted for some time and decided to go to bed. Mommy went to the guest room and we were going to our room. Suddenly Fari said "Mira darling, you were looking so hot today on the snaps, Mommy would have fallen in love with you if she saw you".

I couldn't hold the secret any longer to my lovely and blurted out everything that happened. She was a bit shocked and I was crying holding her in my arms. Then she got up and had a mischievous smile on her face. She hugged me tightly and said I love you no matter what! Then she explained how Mommy loves her but after her father’s death she is alone and sex starved.
She also said she wants Mommy to have sex with someone else because she has needs which she can't fulfill and listening to these got me excited from the inside which Fari understood
somehow. That night we had crazy sex for two hours Fari as usual banging my ass with strapon and then slept.

[ashishrajan]

Hallo, I am Rambha from Mumbai aged 35 years, very sexy yet strong. I am working for a Telecom company in Mumbai.. Last month I was on leave and went to my native place in Jalgaon district where my parents were living. I had come to Jalgaon by train and from there

I took a motorcycle from one of my relative for further journey to my village. I stayed there for two days, next day was Raksha Bandhan and I had to go to my brother who was staying in nearby village named Bangarwadi which is 28 km. from my native. Therefore in the evening I took the motorcycle and got ready to go to brpther’s village. As soon as I started my motorcycle one of the neighbors called me for tea. I went there and had tea at his house.


While talking with me the neighbor enquired about my further journey and I told him that I was going to Bangarwadi to meet my brother. He immediately called his son in law – Sanjayi and introduced to me. He then asked me if I can take him with me as he had to go to his mother who was staying at the same village where I was going. In fact after seeing him I was astonished by his innocence and beauty. I happily said why not. Then I took Sanjayi on my bike and left for Bangarwadi.

The way to Bangarwadi was isolated and the muddy road was going through hilly area and jungle. It was already 5.30 in the evening and I had to rush to reach before sunset. Sanjayi was having a bag which he kept on the seat and therefore I was not able to drive comfortably. I stopped the motorcycle and tied the bag to rear carrier and then Sanjayi was sitting just behind me. I observed that he smiled when I tied the bag and asked him to sit next to me. I asked him to hold me tightly as the road was very rough.
He kept one hand on my thigh and leaned on my back. Sanjayi was a medium sized man aged around 25 years and had a nice pair of boobs. I felt his boobs on my back and my pussy started juicing. His hand was on my thigh and just near my strapon cock i wear normally always. I started chatting with him and asked about his wife. He told me that she is working at Jalgaon in a company and comes once in a month. I asked him “Tum ek mahine tak patni ke bina akela kaise gujarti ho, kam se kam raat me to tumhe ichcha hoti hogi?”

He replied, “Main kya kar sakta hun. Naseeb me jo hai wohi milta hai” After this talk I felt his hand was touching my artificial cock. I started pushing his boobs and surprisingly he also hugged me tightly. Then suddenly he whispered in my ears,



























” Mujhe Susu karna hai , please thodi der ruk jao”.

I took the bike to roadside behind a tree asked him ” tum ped ke peeche jakar susu kar lo main udhar karke jata hun”.

He said, “nahin mujhe akele dar lagta hai tum yahin ruko”, I said “kyat tum mere samne hi susu karoge,”
He replied, “to kya hua, yahan kaun dekh raha hai”.

I said ok and unzipped my pants, due to the touch of his boobs my dildo was soaking with my pussy juice. I took the cock out and held in my hand, he was looking at it with wide eyes.

I said, “Ab tum bhi to susu kar lo na”,
He immediately raised his saree up to his thighs and sat just in front of me. He was not wearing panty. I could see his clean shaved small cock clearly. Suddenly he started pissing with force. I also started peeing. He was continuously looking at my hard dildo while I was enjoying looking at his cock. As it was clear that he had intentions to have sex with me, I asked him,” kya main tumhari gaand ko chhu sakta hun?”

He did not reply but looked into my eyes mischievously and smiled.

After peeing he stood up and I went near him. I held his saree and raised it and inserted my hand in his petticoat. He did not oppose but held my hand. I felt his smooth ass with my fingers and inserted one finger in his hole. He was wet and sticky.

He also held my strapon cock in his hand and stated to massage with one hand.

I asked him, “Mujhe ye kritim lund tumhari mard gand chut me dalne ki iccha ho rahi hai,” He – “To daal do na, magar koi aa gaya to?”





















Me – “Koi nahin ayega, aur koi aya bhi to road se itni door ped ke peechhe hame dekhne nahi ayega. Then I held his hand and took him behind bushes. I started kissing him with passion. He was hot like anything. I sucked his tongue to which he reciprocated with the same passion. I pushed my one hand in his blouse and started massaging his breast. He was not wearing bra and his soft boobs were feeling terrific.

I pushed his blouse up and his boobs were out. I started sucking his nipples. He was moaning with pleasure. Then I laid him down on grass, pushed his saree up and held my she-cock against his boipussy. He was desperate to have my strapon cock inside him. He held my rubber cock and guided to his asspussy hole. The cock was wet with my pre cum and his asspussy was just flowing with juices. The cock easily entered his asshole. He moaned in ecstasy. I started pumping him and reached his depths.
We fucked there for about 25 minutes vigorously. He had two subsequent orgasms during this time. Now it was my turn, i reached at my brother’s house, he was sweeping front road of his house wearing half saree, his large breasts were clearly hanging from his blouse but his face was covered, my sister in law was cleaning her gun sitting in garden. My brother was happy, he welcomed me by doing Tilak and washing my feet. My sister in law greeted me, we had nice chat, my brother tied Rakhi on my hand, i gave him a gold made ruby studded small buttplug,
just fitting to his ass, he was happy, as he was married to influential family it was my duty to gift him more, i gifted him small diamond made chastity ring, platinum nipple clamp. He was very happy, so was my sister in law, for her i also gifted new custom made latest state of art strapon.

[ashishrajan]

landlady's boyfriend
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This story is of a recent incident that happened between me and the boyfriend of the female landlady of the place. I stay with my roommate in a 2 BHK rented apartment, separate bedrooms for each one of us.


Let’s get to the story which started when I was house hunting about six months ago. I came across my current place posted on the website by the person who used to occupy my room. I came to the house and liked the place instantly, a spacious bedroom with attached bath is a luxury in Mumbai for that price.

I gave my consent and I was told I had to meet the owner. I had to go see her to pay token money immediately to confirm otherwise others had also contacted for the same vacancy. The owner lived on the 8th floor while our flat in on the 6th floor. The owner asked me to wait at her place.

She would reach in 10 minutes. I went up to her flat and the heroine of this story opened the door. A typical Marathi lady in her late thirties wearing a saree with her pallu pushed into the exposed waist area. She opened the door and her hands were covered with wheat flour and she was sweating a bit.

She asked me what I wanted in a rude way. As if I had done the worst mistake of my life disturbing her in the midst of her dinner preparation. I explained and she invited me inside. She asked me to watch TV and rushed to the kitchen. I observed her from the back while she marched to the kitchen.

She was 36-32-34 (confirmed later) a typical Maharashtrian housewife. The kitchen was visible from the hall and I had an eye on her activities. She was busy and once glanced at me to see if I was watching her. It was July and was drizzling a bit. Hence the landlady took about 30 minutes to reach.
I wasn’t complaining as I was getting comfortable with the view. The landlady came. We discussed the terms and finalized by paying a 5k token. The rest money to be followed the next day. The bank account given to transfer the rent and deposit belonged to Rashmika (landlady’s boyfriend). The landlady was near age of 60, she was fat wearing jeans and green tshirt that showed her massive boobs shagging. I thought the woman who opened the door may be her daughter or daughter in law. I was wearing pink kurti with red top.


The landlady shared Rashmika’ s number as well. In case if I face any difficulty with the account. She would be at work the next day and may not be able to entertain the calls. I was happy as She also formally introduced me to Rashmika, she was smiling now considering that I was gonna pay.

She was showing some basic courtesy. They had a small girl (8-year-old) who had gone for the tuition at that time. 2 weeks later, I moved into the apartment. While shifting going up and down in the lift 6/7 times gave me an opportunity to bump into Rashmika. She was going to drop her kid to the college bus.

On the way back, she stopped at the 6th floor to see if everything is okay. There were a few things in the flat that belonged to the owner. She was wearing a light pink saree with her saree pleats exposing her navel and belly area. It is a huge turn on for me. I was happy to invite her inside.

She glanced at my things and was delighted to see Amazon Echo Plus playing songs. I had given an order for Alexa to pause when she entered. She had heard about it but never witnessed. I
asked her to give an order to Alexa and play her favorite song.
It was DDLJ song – ‘Tujhe dekha toh yeh jaana Sanam’. It played at low volume while we chatted. She enquired about my background, workplace, etc. and she mentioned noticing my bullet downstairs. She left as the song completed. She asked me not to hesitate to call/message her for any help.She asked me about having a bullet being a girl how I feel, if any boys tease me about my college study and office job, any boyfriends. She was more inclined to my bullet riding. I told I am riding bullet from class 8, initially boys teased me later they acknoweledged my riding skill, i do not know cooking but I know everything about bullet. I work in intelligence department, job is challenging. I do not have boyfriends as I am busy in duty.


It was a clear sign. But I wasn’t and wanted to be 100% sure before taking any bold step. I looked her up online on Facebook/Insta but couldn’t find her profile. A month passed and we kept bumping each other randomly in the lift and usual hi/hello types and nothing more.

But the more I saw her the more I was getting attracted. I started timing my morning office going time to her going down to drop her kid to the college bus. She noticed this and I was trying to be friendly with the kid (Sameeksha), a sweet kid. In no time I was giving hi5 to the kid every day.

I received goodbye kisses, much to the amusement of Rashmika. This went on almost every day except the days I traveled for work. Sameeksha missed me as told by Rashmika next day. A few days I purposely timed my entry when Rashmika was coming up after dropping the kid.

I was getting off the lift, she mentioned Sameeksha missed me today. I later found out who missed me. In the second month, before transferring the rent I purposely called Rashmika from my cell. I had transferred the rent but there was some issue with the account number and if she could confirm back.

She took the call and there was a long pause. Probably she never expected me to call and had forgotten I had her number. I had called in the afternoon and knew she would be alone at home. We spoke awkwardly but neither of us wanted to disconnect after the bank work was done.
This time I asked about her background. From what I heard I was shocked actually she is not a woman but a man, he was bought by Hijra group from his parents, he was raised like a shemale by balancing hormone therapy.He was working as a bar dancer where landlady was a customer, landlady was unmarried hated men and flithy rich, she enquired about him, in late 50s she wanted someone to take care of her so she purchased him from hijra leader paying huge money. His wife is a very conservative family woman and very strict one, they adopted a daughter.
Now after 6 years of marriage his wife lost interest in him , now she spends most of time hunting shemale prostitutes, she has her pleasure in her different flats, even brothels and bars. Many shemales are her clients who please her. Now she comes once in a week even in months.


I wanted him to know that I understand. I told him he can consider me his friend. He mentioned
He only has 4 friends who are girls from bar working as bargirl and no other friend circle. He
was happy I called him my friend. Next day, I received a WhatsApp message from him if I could
call him when I am free.

I was in a meeting then and wanted to get out to call him but didn’t want to show excitement and desperate behavior. The afternoon calls for about 15-20 minutes post-lunch slowly became routine. After almost 2/3 months and we were just talking. We weren’t getting anywhere, and I wanted him badly.

One day I was returning from the office on my bike. I noticed Rashmika at a bus stop at Worli Naka. I saw He was alone and stopped and gave him a shout. He was delighted to see me and came near me on the road. On enquiring, He had gone to his in laws as his mother in law was unwell.

I asked to drop him. He said someone might notice, I told him I will drop him a little away, He reluctantly agreed. He always wears a saree and sat sideways holding my shoulder. But He had to take support by leaning on me to balance and I could feel his right breasts slightly.
I took his hand on my shoulder and put it on my chest on the next signal. He said thank you and tapped me on my chest. Now I could feel him whole right breast on my back. He kept talking about his mother in law, she is a strict one . The ride from Prabhadevi to Worli is short, just a little slower these days due to metro work. I was in no hurry.


I dropped him a little away from the building and went ahead. He sent a kissing smiley in the night. He asked me to not respond to the message as his wife might see. That was the start of our chatting journey. Chats increased and we started knowing each other more.

I used to tease him a lot. On one of the phone calls in the afternoon, He enquired if I had a boyfriend. That was my cue like I had read on ISS a lot, I said no and said I wish you were my boyfriend. That was my pickup line and He laughed a lot. He said there is no one like this.

I said yes I agree I wish I had come in his life before. That day we spoke for about an hour. I kept throwing pickup lines on him. But He was holding on to his side and not letting me in beyond a point. A few days later, while I was getting ready for work, it started raining heavily.

I decided to skip work and take it easy that day. I messaged my boss and informed about working from home. I worked until 11.30 am and then slept off. At around 1.30 I got a missed call and it was Rashmika. I told him I am at home and didn’t go to work.

He asked the reason and I purposely said I had a fever last night. He was worried and asked me how I was feeling. I said ok not great. He said He is coming to my flat, enquired if my roommate is at work. I should leave the door open so that He could sneak in.

He entered after 10 minutes with food (chapati and sabzi). I said I am feeling better. He came near and checked my forehead. He felt it was warm and I should eat and take rest. I was blushing and He was too. I closed the bedroom door and came near him took his hands and kissed them.
He was taken aback but didn’t pull away from his hands. I gave a peck on his cheeks. He closed his eyes as I pulled him in my arms. My one hand on his waist holding him close and another hand on him bare back. Those 36C boobs crushing on my chest and we kissed for a long time.

I started to undbang his saree. Starting with the dropping of his pallu and running hands all over his belly, to hips to bareback. It was pouring outside, and the temperature was heating inside the room. We kissed again and again like a new couple who have been longing for each other for a long time.


He removed my t-shirt and started biting my shoulder, neck, cheeks and kissing again with a naughty smile. I removed his saree and blouse and petticoat. He was resisting for the sake and wanted me to force myself on him. He removed my kurta. We both were just in our undergarment.

I picked him in my arms with his legs around my waist. I sat on the bed and dug my head in between one of the most beautiful pair of boobs ever. His hands were roaming in my hair. Pushing the head deep into his boobs letting out a load moan every time I bit him.

The nipples were erect and were amazing to lick, light bite and suck. After some time, He lay back. I licked him all over from him neck to boobs to belly and He was wet down there. He made me lay back and started playing with my nipples, my breasts are pretty small yet firm. His soft hands were doing the trick.
He went to his flat and returned with a double ended dildo, he said his wife using it on him from
1st day she purchased him, he inserted one end in my moist pussy, That amazing feeling when He slowly slid the skin back and forth slowly. Blood rushed through that part and I gave out a huge
moan. He was handling my tool efficiently. He started licking it from the side and slowly took
the huge one in his mouth.


He gave me an awesome blowjob to dilido and made me cum. I have never cum while getting a blowjob to strapon ever and that was a first. He said lying back opening him legs. “Ata control hot nahiye, yeh na ata ghal hyala and purna oli jhaliy.” (I can’t control now, please enter your dick in my wet pussy)

Those words in Marathi gave me the strength to get on top of him. I put the semi-hard dick inside his ass pussy. It slid in well and even in that hard dick state the ass was tight.It was not 1st time
for him, it was his wife’s tool which used his lovehole many times. He expressed he has last been fucked by his wife 7 month earlier so technically he is virgin and his ass is getting tight for
lack of adequate banging, now it was giving him mix sense of pleasure of pain. My tool started getting wet as it had to drill in his man pussy and the lubricant was perfect to reduce his pain.

I started slowly and He matched his hip movement in a tandem manner. I was picking the pace with every single thrust. He kept matching and this went for a good 10-12 minutes. I was ready to cum. I pushed one huge with full force and released. He clung tightly to me and embraced me in him arms.

I lay there in the same position inside him and we both weren’t letting go. We continue to meet and make love whenever we get a chance, as we must be careful

[ashishrajan]

satisfied a lady in train
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I’m a 20-year-old single male crossdresser who loves sex chat and masturbation. I am a crossdresser escort satisfying women’s needs , my wife is my pimp, she tells me with which woman I sleep, where, she has a huge network mostly she organizes kitty parties. Now she has become more greedy, she supply me to cater sexual needs of women who love travelling. So coming to the story. It happened once one lady wanted my service in train ,when It was about a 12-hour journey. I had booked a seat in the reservation for a night journey. Anyways I boarded the train.My wife as usual dressed me see through saree, with makeup, mangalsutra, sindur, my blouse was deep cut backless no bra, with heavy lipstick, she put gajra in my long hair, my navel pierced , I look like a prostitute. My wife dropped me station on her bike, handed me my vanity, it had my make up kit, a strapon of 8 inch with harness, a double ended dilido, condoms, tissue paper. My wife pinched my nipples saying satisfy the lady.


I got to the railway station and boarded the train quite early, my wife accompanied me to my bogie, I touched feet of my wife, she blessed me for safe journey and safe sex. As it was a reserved compartment there were not many people in my bogie.

I too wanted the same as I’d enjoy a comfortable journey at least till midnight and anxious when lady will meet, as no one of us has that lady photo, only the lady contacted my wife, we feared may be it is a security officer trap. The next station was at midnight where some people may jump in. Just as I was wondering this gradually my compartment began filling up but not totally. In the end, there were only about 5 minutes left for the train to leave.
My front row and my own row was empty. Just as I started easing up there alighted a group of aunties (about 5-6). They were all mostly 40 plus and even included 2 very old women. They all came and checked their seat numbers. To my disappointment, their number was in the seat opposite me.

I began cursing my luck and even suggested to split up and sit in different seats. But they were adamant as they feared they may lose their seats later. I was pushed to my window seat by an old lady’s luggage. I was totally pissed off but was helpless. Anyways I plugged in my earphones
and started enjoying music.


The train began moving. I casually noticed all of them were very well dressed in their traditional attires. I guess they were going to or coming back from a wedding. Then my eyes fell on the lady sitting exact opposite to me on the window. She was quite young like in the mid-thirties.

She looked pretty dressed in a traditional red Benaresi saree with sindoor on her forehead showing her proof of marriage. Her hair was neatly tied in a bun with jasmine flowers. I kept on looking at her cuteness not realizing she was glancing at me now and then.

Once I was ‘caught’ and she gave a slightly angry look. I came back to my world. I wanted to make some sort of communication with her. So I removed the earplugs and started a casual chat with the group. Initially, they were reluctant to share anything with a female unknown to them.
But I stopped asking much so they got convinced and started responding. I came to know they were from Bangalore and were going to attend a wedding. They also told that due to some issues all the male members had already left and now they were joining. I too told about myself, false story I have practised many times.


I was till then not able to make conversation with that lady in front of me. She was showing more inhibition than others. I slowly started talking to her and came to know her name is Preethi(name changed). She had done her BSc working as senior scientist in pharma company.

I now started talking more with her and thankfully nobody noticed it much. As I was sitting directly opposite of her I could make a conversation without being heard by others. I learned that all of them very much like relatives but from different families.

As night approached I bought some food and offered them which they refused. After food, everyone wanted to sleep as it was about 10 pm. I prayed that Preethi’s berth should be close to mine. But I was saddened to see she slept on the lowermost berth. I got the topmost opposite berth.

To my opposite, a really old lady slept. I was totally disappointed which showed up on my face. I
now tried sleeping. I was drowsy but wasn’t getting deep sleep due to the train noise (try
sleeping in the topmost berth to understand better). When I woke up, it was around 1.00 am.
I adjusted my eyes to the dim light. I was shocked to see that Preethi had exchanged her berth with the old lady and was lying exactly opposite to me. I put my phone’s brightness to max (didn’t switch on the torch) and saw nobody was awake.


So I focused on her body and saw that she was in the same saree and same hair bun like me. She was not using a blanket and I saw her magnificent boobs rising up and down and shaking while the train vibrated. I was hard down there. I then moved my phone light to her legs and saw her saree raised to the knee.

I wanted to grab them right there but didn’t want a horrible scene. I enjoyed the visual treat for some time and now got up to hit the loo. As I was leaving the toilet I found Preethi standing outside. I was shocked. She now looked at me with anger and signaled me to come to the toilet as anyone may wake up.

My heart was pounding as I followed her. As we entered she started scolding me. She told she was seeing me devouring her body and that she’d complain about it. I tried denying it but she didn’t listen. I was cold thinking about the consequence if she told everyone about it. They would definitely beat me up.

I told her sorry but she was in no mood to listen. I momentarily looked up and saw her in the same dress and my dick started responding even in fear. I also noticed she was starting towards my petticoats through which the outline of the dick was clearly visible.

Now I wasn’t concentrating on her words but continuously looking at her. She soon realized it and stopped scolding me. She asked me am I prostitute she has called for, I nodded yes, she said
she was in fear as it will be her 1st time being serviced by a crossdresser prostitute in public train, but it is ok now as everyone is asleep and we have ful time.For a moment we were staring at
each other and lust had overtaken us. In the next moment, I knew I was sucking her lips and simultaneously pressing her upper back.

Our tongues massaged each other. Her hands were in my hair as we embraced passionately. My hands moved down to her arse. She responded to the movement with a stifled groan in my mouth. We broke off for a moment as she backed into the wall (it was quite clean) and dragged me along by my bun.


I placed my hands on it either side of her head. We started kissing again as her hands moved down my torso, reaching down to my petticoat until she could feel my bulge. As she started caressing it I started to moan with pleasure. I realized just how turned on I was and how hard my cock had become.

She started to remove my petticoat and reached inside. The feeling of her hands on my member was amazing. She was groping around. I could see in her eyes just how excited she was getting. Her eyes were wild from the thrill of it all. In one fluid movement, she freed my shaft from my panties.

She shifted her body down against the wall. She held my cock in her hand. She was looking at the circumcised 6 and a half inch monster like an alien and with the thirsty look. Without warning, she sat down holding a handle for support and started taking it in her mouth.
I gasped as her lips passed over the head. Her tongue danced around sending shivers of ecstasy up my spine. She moaned heavily with my cock inside her mouth, sending vibrations reverberating through my shaft. Her wet tongue expertly sliding around my throbbing cock. I was in heaven.


She moaned a few more times going down on me. She took me out of her mouth and slowly made her way back up to mine. We kissed again with my hardness pressing into her. We continued kissing as I slid my hands over her breasts and down her sides, slowly started removing her traditional dress.

She was wearing a black bra and petticoat underneath. I removed them too in a jiffy. I moved my kissing onto her neck as I moved my body down hers and my hands down her legs. As I rose up to meet her lips again I traced my hand up the inside of her legs, stroking her inner thigh lightly.

As soon as my mouth met hers, my fingers brushed against her panties. As soon as it happened she gasped loudly and her entire body shook in my arms. I pressed ever so slightly harder. I began circling my fingers, trying to find her clit. She tightened her grip around me and started to moan quietly in my ear.

I could feel her entire body tighten and loosen. She found my cock with her hand again and started playing with it. This seemed to turn her on even more and her moans got louder. It was time now for real action. I moving her panties down and myself sat on the seat.
I started lowering herself onto my circumcised dick. The feeling was incredible. I gasped as I entered her tight wetness. She moved slowly onto me as I penetrated her inch by inch. When she had stopped she let out a moan of pleasure.

She started to move up and down on me, each thrust feeling better and better. My hands moved onto her breasts and then up her neck and into her hair, I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her while she rode me. We moaned into each other’s mouths and her pace started to quicke n.

Before long I could feel her body tighten on top of me. She threw her head back as her muscles started to contract around my erection. She screamed as the waves of her orgasm rushed through her. I was very close. I could feel myself stiffen as well.


Her moans had pushed me over the edge and I came. My body jerking as I held her tight. I could feel myself throb inside her for the longest time. We eventually came to our senses. She was in hot mood, she asked me to bring my vanity insid etoilet, I helped her inserting double ended dildo, she pushed me on to toilet wall, it was vibrating, she pushed other end to my ass and started to fuck me in my ass heavily, the train vibration was giving us more pleasure. In 30 minute we composed, adjusted our sarees, did make up and came out. She paid my wife in bitcoin as I have no right to deal with money.We composed ourselves for a few minutes and got dressed up and left.
Thankfully nobody was awake and noticed us together. It was an experience to remember. After that incident, I neither saw the aunty nor met her. But i satisfied many girls ladie stravelling in train who want an experience of excited journey rather long boring one. Now i am quite confident and cater group of women in train too.

[ashishrajan]

for priya
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My name is Raj ours is orthodox family we are live in village in our village there is one kings family is there my father is working as priest and my mother working as cook in their home because of our tradition I am having long hair and I am real pretty soft boy I always be with my mother my father ask me to join him and help him as priest but I don't like that I like to do house hold course with my mother in kitchen and my mother teaching cooking and cleaning and putting rongoli I love that, after i come back from college I am not going outside to play with boys I always play with daughters of
maids working in kings family, that girls always play House family game or cooking games so I like that and I join and play with them my father is disappointed with this but he can't do anything.


On other on kings family now Rajendra is elder he have one daughter name Priya she is the only daughter he have so he raising her as his son by teaching her karate, horse riding,gym when she is playing she always play role of king and make everyone as her slaves

One day when I playing with girls she come to us by riding her horse we all stood up and give respect to her then she comes down and ask us shall she can join us, then we told we are playing marriage game, you can join us then she tell since she likes to lead in everything she will play the husband role in game and ask me to play the her wife role since she is our owner daughter. we all simply agreed then we start the game then some of girl takes me and give small girls full length skirt and blouse and put bangles and comb my hair and bring me,. Priya always wear sarwani as prince wear, then we both sit I am acting like girl and Priya acting like boy then marriage game starts one of
the girl play role of priest and telling mantra then she told Priya to tie mangalyasutra around my neck then Priya search for it then she suddenly run towards her big house and went to her mother room and open her lock and take out one mangalyasutra and run towards us playing area. her grandmother see it and follow her in suprise why she take mangalyasutra, then Priya come and sit beside me and tried mangalyasutra around my neck and I fall to her feet and ask for blessings all
this her grandmother see and come to us and scold all of us including Priya . she is shouting on us this is child marriage and marriage is not game you children are doesn't know value of mangalyasutra because of her shouting all people come my parents and Priya parents are come .


they try to make cool grandmother by saying it's just a game but grandmother is so orthodox and now agreed in it since Priya is raising as son and Priya is tie mangalyasutra around my neck now Priya should be my husband for the life and I should be wife of her for a life, my parents and Priya parents are shock hearing this but since the grandmother is elder everyone agreed to her then she told my mother to raise me as daughter in-law of this great kings family and I need to learn all house hold course and cooking and cleaning and all duties of perfect Indian housewife and traditional of kings family so on that day onwards I need to wear ghagra choli and bangles and jewelers Makeup and be Babhu of this kings family since my parents doing there job in kings family house they always agree to that and my mother dress me in ghagra choli and bangles and jewelers Makeup and teach me cooking skills house hold course and how to be daughter in law how to be wife by telling all the Indian housewife stories and daily I need to do all jobs of housewife and dress like girl and my
mother told me Priya is my husband god and you need to serve her you need to obeying her you are
porperty of her she is your owner I am also thinking her as my husband god and daily in my heart i am workshiping her and instead of going to college I am learning how to be good housewife.

On other hand Priya sent to out of country to study and she is learning business because she is future of king family she needs to handle all the business of family and she needs to be strong so daily she is going to gym and riding horses is her favourite.


We both come to our young teenager she is learning and become stronger in the society and always wearing men's suit wear to look bold and muscular and fit she is very intelligent in her studies and first in University and always goes long raiding in her bike and cars and enjoying her life by going to party drinking alcohol and late night coming begin a girl now woman she is enjoying life like a boy man

On other hand begin boy man me starting to wear saree and blouse bangles and jewelers Makeup and thinking of her my husband god and doing house hold course like cooking and cleaning house and serving my mother in law and father in law and grandmother washing there clothes and if someone say about Priya greatness I am feeling very Feminine shy and went to back of house holding her photo in my saree pallu and talking to her photo like wife talking to her husband and final cry for without reason warp my eyes with my saree pallu and bangles hands and went inside and performing duties of daughter in law of kings house.

One day I heard by my mother in law that my hubby my life hero my god Priya is coming back from foreign and tell me to prepare her favourite food I am in joy prepare all the favourite food of her and
dressed in nice saree and put lots of bangles and jewelers Makeup and comb my hair put lots of flowers in it and seeing mirror again and again and think is she likes my blouse designs is she likes my saree is she likes my soft bangles full of hand is she likes my food prepared by me for her I am having so many dreams because I am housewife waiting for long time for my female husband coming from foreign after long years by archiving.


My mother in law told me to not to come to airport and told me to look after house hold course and ready to welcome Priya I am bit disappointed by I need to agree my mother in law and went inside kitchen and crying and again check everything ok and start to wash floor of house because my husband Priya will put her legs on this floor by thinking that I am washing and went to daydream with her like Priya is come and hugs me our first night and our children everything comes to my mind I
am thinking like girl because I am brought up like wife of Priya then I heard the car sound and I am feeling so much happy and take arrati to welcome my hubby Priya and went near door and I completely shock to see other girl in modern dress with Priya her name is Rani she holding Priya hand and standing in door my mother in law told me to do arrati and I did then everyone went inside home I am feeling very much joules and scared about that girl Rani she is learning with Priya and she come with Priya for her vacation then I went inside Priya doesn't talk to me and always taking to Rani, my mother in law tell me to serve the food to them then I start serving Priya and Rani both sitting together and eating I am feeling very jealous of this then after everyone went .me started to eating food in Priya leftover plate and heared laugh of Priya and Rani with family I am sitting alone and I am start crying because I spend my life to Priya begin a boy instead of study and become
husband in society I am wearing Saree bangles and learn house hold course and become housewife of girl my husband Priya . but she ignored me and learnt a lot and become stronger person in society and enjoy with some other woman instead of me her obedient housewife, then night come I am went inside room with Happy with glass of milk then I saw Rani and Priya on one bed and laughing then Rani see me and ask Priya who is she then Priya she is not she she is man but my wife and tell her all story then she laughed seeing me I can't find any manness in me and you are being a man wearing Saree bangles and become woman wife means you are completely loader and went outside
I am feeling embarrassed and my eyes wet.


then I went to Priya and give her milk and fall to her feet and ask for blessings she kick me you don't know the romance and you know only serving how can you be my wife I am feeling embarrassed to say you are my wife then she slept I went to her legs and put it in my lap and started to pressing
then she told me to sleep on floor and kick me I sleep on floor and starting to crying holding my saree pallu.



Next day was Pooja is there in our house I get up early morning because my mother in law is strict and take a bath and start to wear saree I am thinking if I not become wife of Priya then I will be someone's husband but begin a boy I am wearing Saree bangles and become wife of Priya then I went to pirya with coffee and weak her up telling ji getup. she is so angry on me because distribution in her sleep and slap me I fall to ground and crying she told don't come here go I went to kitchen by crying but not show to all because they may scold my husband Priya, then Priya is went to bathroom
and she is calling me for towel but Rani went inside the bathroom holding towel and push me outside of room I am feeling very scared because Rani may stolen my husband then I am went to Pooja and
I am fasting for my husband long life and I am praying God to give long life my husband Priya and thinking if I am husband then my wife will pray for my long life but I am a boy and dress as wife and become wife of Priya and praying for her long life then Priya come.


but besides her Rani also there she is in hot modern dress our family elders are hating that but simply sit because she is friend of Priya the my mother in law told me to do feet Pooja of Priya and I happily agreed Priya don't like old tradition but simply sit because of her mom I am happily wash her feet and put flowers on that and put my head and eyes on her feet and tears also comes from my eyes and fall on her feet this is happens tears I wash her feet in my tears my mother in law happy seeing this and also proud because she is Mother of girl but then also boy is washing her daughter feet then I took flowers from her feet and put it on my long hair and rest on her feet in happens then Priya adk her mom is this over and mother told it's over then Priya push me in her leg and went with Rani i am in ground and feeling very emotion then my mother in law told me cook food and eat food from your husband hand I told ok and happy because my hubby Priya is feeding me then until evening I am fasting and do all house hold course and cooking but Priya is enjoying with Rani but
me begin a boy wearing a saree praying for Priya and doing her house hold course and cooking for her but she not thinking me then mother in law told to serve the dinner then I serve then mother in law told Priya to feed some food from her plate I am feeling happy then Priya feed some food from her plate in not mood but I am feeling very happy and emotional and crying due to happiness then
night I went to room there Priya and Rani is there Priya first slapped me and told in her childhood mistakenly she tie mangalyasutra around my neck because of that you not become my wife and you are village boy not know anything and doesn't know fashion see Rani how fashion she and kick me and told me to simply sit in Cornor and not to make any noise they both will enjoy and they both started to kiss I am crying seeing this because my husband Priya is kissing some one that is also girl then they both enjoy Priya is real man in that seeing that I am also wish to join but Priya Kick me I can only one thing is crying seeing that that I can't able to do anything in it.


Next day Priya get up our village have village function then everyone went there Priya in dothi and shrit I am in saree blouse bangles and jewelers Makeup and Rani in modern dress then all of us went to temple and do Pooja I Pray god that Priya needs to consider me as her wife and Know the difference between modern girlfriend and traditional perfect Indian housewife then in village festival there is Wrestling and our village guy lost and opposite guy told is there any man how beat him then my hubby Priya get up and do wrestling with that muscular guy . I am boy but I am scaring because of his muscular but Priya is girl but she fight with him and win I am feeling very happy then that lost guy is embrace because he lost in front of girl so he gets angry and come with big knife and comes towards Priya I saw and run towards Priya to save my husband then he push his hand and put knife
but I push Priya and knife hit my hand I can't able to stand due to pain and fall down Priya hold me in her hand and left me and put me in car then that guy put knife to Priya stomach but Priya not lost like me she kick that guy and she drives to hospital and both of us getting treatment.

I am having small injury so I get up then I heard my husband pirya is having major injury she doctor
said pray with god to give her life then I went to temple and do all vartha of all wife do for husband long life I put wet saree and roll in temple I do fasting and walking in hot charcoal then give blouse piece and Kumkum Sindoor to married woman and all married woman put Sindoor to my head and put bangles in my hand and tell let your husband have long life then I take Kumkum of God and went to hospital and put it on Priya after some time she weakup I am feeling very happy then my mother
in law told you ignore your wife because he is man wearing Saree and he is village boy not know anything but you forgot he is doing all this because you just tie mangalyasutra around his neck he may live boy life but Then also he is living as your wife and he is the one how save you because he is perfect Indian housewife and not your modern girlfriend how run away when you are in hospital he do somany Pooja to bring your life then Priya called me and ask sorry and tell me she will consider me as her wife I told her no need to ask sorry because she is my husband and she having right to slap me kick i am her submission housewife to serve her in all aspects she told she Born as female
but she is lucky enough to have male wife as me I am feeling very happy and emotional and hold her legs and tell her I am also lucky to have female husband god you...

[Daredevil320]

Fabulous

[ashishrajan]

wrestling with mom
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The gym was filled with a light clamor of people, in one particular squat rack a curvy older woman was showing off to her 18 year old son."Just...like...this" Urmila said, squatting down with two plates on the bar. She could do a lot more, but she was just demonstrating to her son how to properly perform the lift, she was doing wearing saree.


"Yeah whatever" Mrunal said, rolling his eyes. "I really don't care" the younger man had had this attitude pretty much the entire visit. He thought it was kind of embarrassing to see his mom stick her butt out like that especially considering there were people from his college at the gym today.
She had been
trying to get him to lift weights all day and he had no idea why she was so
insistent on that. He was wearing a T shirt and track pants over his skinny
body, leaning against a wall in a practiced pose of expressive apathy. "I don't think I need to know how to stick my butt out like that", he stared at his full-figured mother, she was only about five pounds lighter than him at
145, her thick hips and large breasts were probably most of that, even if she
did have thick arms.

"Honey, don't be like that" his mom suggested, before walking to him, her hand
on his chin "It took me a long time to get so good at squatting, I'm just
showing off my hard work." she crossed her arms at him, her green eyes going
up and down his body

"Yeah, sure, hard work" said Mrunal, walking up to where she was, looking down at the mother whose head barely went up to his shoulder blades. "Listen just because you're strong for a 45 year old woman doesn't mean I need to
work out. I'm plenty powerful" the skinny kid said, looking at the barbell. "225 pounds?
That's nothing" he considered that he weighed 150 ... .he could definitely squat half his body weight

"Oh, well if your so strong, why not show off for me?" Urmila crossed her arms
"if you can lift that barbell, I'll stop dragging you to the gym" she was hopeful that he could, but also sort of doubted him. She knew that two plates was a lot for a beginner, but as mothers do, sort of overestimated her son. She reset the safety bars just to be sure.


Mrunal got under and really had to strain to get the weight out of the rack. He
stepped back and grunted, letting it fall slowly like his mom had showed him
... .then dropped it onto the safety bars. It clanged loudly and everyone looked to see, his mom walked up to help him. "Shut up, I got this!" he said, before straining his legs to push the weight up, gaining about an inch before collapsing again, this time letting go of it.

Urmila got under and easily lifted it to the lower rack and set it down, before
looking down at her son. "Well, you are just a beginner" she said, feeling gravely disappointed, but also a bit giddy. She was apparently better at squatting than her son, a young man (if a rather lethargic one)

"Yeah well squatting is bullshit anyway" Mrunal said, getting up and feeling all eyes on him "It's just something girls do so they can show off their butts
without seeming slutty" he sort of tried to avoid the fact that he was
talking about his own mother "Lower body strength doesn't matter, I'm leaving"

Urmila considered what her son must have gone through, and figured she did sort of embarrass him. She hated the idea of poisoning him to weightlifting and having him stay so skinny for his whole life...maybe he just needed some confidence "Hey if lower body doesn't mater, maybe you should wrestle me...see who really has the stronger body" the people around her all hooted at the suggestion.


Mrunal looked back at his mother. The idea of slamming her into the ground and showing her to make fun of him was definitely appealing. He placed his hands in his pocket and looked up and down her body. Thick, but didn't look powerful to him. Beside, she was an old lady "Deal" he said snidely.

They moved to the wrestling room, which had padded floors and no equipment to crash into. She smiled as she grabbed her saree "If you can beat your own mother at wrestling, I suppose you can go home for the day, as it shows you have some athletic ability" she shocked him by pulling her saree off ,
showing off her bright pink sports bra. Her shoulders were more built than he
remembered, as was her midsection (when she sucked in she had slight abs) but
her breasts were as big as his memory told him they should be

"Mom, what are you doing?" he asked as she took her petticoat down, showing off an incredibly built lower body now clad in only a matching pink thong "Oh, you know how inconvenient baggy clothes can be in a fight, I'd suggest you do the same."

"You're so humiliating" he whined, approaching his mom slowly as a crowd started really gathering around the two of them. He didn't want to show off his body right now, so he just went in and grabbed his mom, having no idea what he was doing.

Urmila was surprised by how little skill he showed, but also by the apparent weakness of his grip. He was performing something resembling a bear hug against her, and she had to do some maneuvering to get out...at least he was able to lock his wrists. She sank out of it before grabbing him by the pants
and forcing him back, finding that his body moved pretty easily "Mrunal ...
.you need to actually try against me!" she chided. Why was her son taking
things so easy on her?

"Shut up!" he screamed, before going in with both hands. He wasn't especially graceful and Urmila caught both of his incoming mits, suddenly placing them
in a "test of strength". He pressed his arms against hers and she completely stonewalled him, then took a step forward.



"Seems lower body isn't the only place where I have you beat!' she shouted in glee. She was beating a young man at wrestling, even if he wasn't necessarily a fit one. His arms were failing against hers, she easily pushed his elbows behind his torso, then wrapped her arm around his chest and threw him to the mat. Before he could get up she landed on him and held him in a vicious Scissorhold.

Mrunal screamed as Urmila upped the pressure, her enormous thighs making mincemeat of his head 'now, as I said...wrestle in less clothing!" she said, reaching behind her body to grab the waistband of his pants and pull them down his long, skinny legs. The pressure on his head helped him not consider that everyone could see his tighty whities

Urmila got off of him and went behind so she could take his pants all the way off. He wrestled against her again, but this time Urmila wrestled his upper body, tearing the white shirt from his body to show off his skinny chest before pressing him down and catching him in a Double hammerlock. Mrunal was stook, now in just his tighty whities, and didn't think things could get any worse, but then she lifted her right hand...just her left easily holding down
both wrists, and started flexing for the adoring audience. Her arms were so much bigger than he thought his could ever get, her big bulbous muscles looking so much tougher than his skinny body.

His dad walked in at that moment, a small petite guy wearing pink salwar kamiz mangalsutra and sindur, he covered his face with chunni, when he saw what was going on he smiled. His firecracker of a wife was wrestling with his son...and she was winning! He clasped his fists, happy at the competition. "Hey Thakurain( that my Dad calls my Mom always), our son had some
interesting ideas about exercise"



They laughed, and then Urmila let him go. She put him through a bit of a spotfest after that, letting go of both of his arms before grabbing him under the chin "This is called the camel clutch" she said, pulling his head back
"If you don't want to get snapped in half, I'd suggest tapping out" she thought for a second "and verbally acknowledging my superiority"

Feeling the awesome strength behind his neck, Mrunal found himself unable to resist her hold and slapped the ground "I submit, mom!" she looked down and brought him up, placing him in a full nelson next, she gripped hard "and again?" he briefly tried to power out, but saw it was fruitless and tapped again, before saying he submitted.

The next hold was a gbangvine, and he submitted to that in no time flat, then after that a cross body pin...but she noticed something when she did that "Is that an erection?". Mrunal was feeling bad, certainly, but damn if his mom wasn't attracted. She got off of him, looking at his boner "Oh, well if
that's what you think of me" she pulled him to his feet "I'll work with it."

Urmila smushed her breasts into his face, hands still behind her back "Oh my
God Mrunal, you can't even win against your own mother's breasts? come on, please tell me this isn't gonna knock you out, they are literal blobs of fat!". His writhing, she had to admire, did feel good against her chest. She pressed forward with her powerful thighs, making sure she shoved her breasts right into his face, her thumbs tucked under her thong to make sure she refrained from using her arms. Soon enough he slapped the wall several times, tapping out.


Urmila pulled back, looking down with an expression of absolute glee "Wow, five submissions from you and zero from me. Guess that proves mommy wrestles best, huh? But wait...you didn't tap out verbally. Tell me, Mrunal" she mocked her humiliated son "What part of my body did you just submit to.

Mrunal looked up. He didn't want to say anything, but as he looked up at her swaying breasts he knew that he didn't have much of an option, unless he wanted to get smothered again. "I submit to your breasts, mom!" he shouted, probably the most humiliating sentence of his entire life.

She moved his body across the mat, manhandling him now, before getting down so she could put him in the figure four leg scissorhold. The powerful thighs got tighter and tighter as Mrunal fruitlessly tried to pull her legs off of him. His mother, no longer even using her arms at all, easily kept the hold in place as she watched him writhe. She tightened again, and Mrunal started seeing stars. He reached up, his hand aiming at nothing in particular before his grip started disappearing completely

He woke up to a few light slaps "hey, are you OK?" Urmila asked. Her face and
bare, muscular shoulders looking absolutely angelic in Mrunal's Twilight state. Why did she have to be so damn attractive? He didn't want another boner in his tighty whities ...

"I'm fine" he said, avoiding looking at her "You...you beat me mom, I'm sorry
I doubted you. Could you please stop the match?"

Urmila laughed, standing up. She gave her adoring audience a wink and blew a kiss at her excited husband, then looked back down "Oh, don't think you get out of it that easily" she turned around and shook her ass at him, and what an ass it was! Big and firm enough to give him a little stiffy, it seemed "Kiss both cheeks" she said, twerking at him "and say you submit to your mommy"


The audience was all breathing heavy, wondering if he really would...Mrunal wanted so bad to resist. The old woman had completely overpowered and humiliated him, demonstrating superiority in every way, but now wanted him to worship her? He felt his tighty whities tighten and thought about the painful holds...then realized he didn't have a choice here. He kissed the left cheek, secretly enjoying how big and round it was. He gently nuzzled the right one before kissing it, basking in the warmness of her skin "I submit, mommy"

She licked her lips and looked back at him "Now, sway who is stronger, you or me"

"You are stronger mom, it's not even close!" he found his submission growing stronger, to the point where he just wanted things to be over, preemptively flattering her

Urmila was definitely disappointed in her son, but very proud of herself. She showed him how to properly act and was able to dominate a kid much less than half of her age. She thrust her hip into his chest and knocked him on his butt, before flexing her arms for the audience and letting them cheer her victory, finally walking right into them. She lifted her limp body of her son on her shoulder, she wore her saree petticoat.

She hugged her husband hard, enjoying his grip as he hugged back. She
puckered up and kissed him, passionately making out with his dad like she was a college girl again. Mrunal saw just how much they were enjoying themselves and felt bad about himself. He felt worse when she quipped at his dad "its so nice to be in the arms of a lovely man again!"

Mrunal tried to walk back to his clothes but found a friend of his stopping him in his tracks and asking him if he realized how humiliating everything was. Mrunal looked away to avoid the question, and saw his crush talking to his mom...gushing about how awesome beating him up was.


His mom carried Mrunal and his father to her bike, placed them on back seat, started it to home. At home she told Mrunal,” Baby, now it is time to accept your reality, from now on you must wear saree, salwar, ghaghra choli, stay at home, from humiliation you will not go to college. You wil help father in cooking, washing, take care of home. I have fixed your marriage with my best friend, she is Fareeda Al Begum, a '. woman in 50s who is participating Miss olympia and strong man competition for last 3 years. She will be a good woman for you and you will be a good wife to her. When she visits us she wished to marry you, do not worry you have 5 months to learn all wifely duties. You know she is 5 times more strong than me, she will keep you
happy.”
Urmila started VCR showed Fareeda in participating competition, wrestling
defeating huge men, riding bikes. Mrunal got a boner, his father was smiling with having salwar kameez in his hand.
His father,” I know your mom is right in her choice, look at your tiny penis,
it is happy. Now you must make your woman happy. Come I will help you wearing this salwar suit , then you will help me in kitchen.”
Urmila was smiling at them. So the new journey began.

[ashishrajan]

mom and my friend
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Mother’s lust at work

Posted on April 16, 2019 by Raj

my name is raj and i live with my mom sheela im 20 years old and she is 43 years old her figure is 38-32-36 the best milf there is in my society.

After my parents divorced my mom got to keep me with her but we disnt have had much money with us so we had to leave the house we were living in and started to live in a studio apartment with one kitchen and bedroom.


My mom used to sleep on ground and i used to sleep on bed and everything was doing fine until we started to have money problems. my mom started to search for work, she was a dominating woman wanted freedom which father could not bear. Mom was a good biker, expert in bullet riding, before divorce she saved some of her money from father to purchase a silver colour classic 350 cc bullet, it was her only asset. Before marriage she has trained herself in karate, she continued practice it.

There was a mr. sharma there who hired mom for commutation, he started a bike drop services where few men women who wanted to commute has to pay money to drop them off, he only
provided contact and was father of my good friend rahul, my mom use to drop Mr. Sharma at office in morning and eveing, then she dropped us at schhol and pick us up, if time permits she rides around bus stop to drop passengers at their destination on her bike, but to get steady income few elder couple apointed her as their permanent travelling mode, Mom was strong so she could lift them, she was dependable and being a black belt she acted as bodyguard, she got good
money for the work she do.


After three weeks passed mom began to come up late and very tired from there house and used to sleep directly, i began to notice her dress won’t be proper as she use to go, her neck had some red marks, so i asked mom but she didnt said me a thing.
after a few days like this, i couldnt hold on and went after my mom and sneeked into rahuls room, as i looked into the window i saw rahul naked on bed, a bra dropped down on his chest and a panty sided and 2 legs were crossed around some one’s waist, and he was jumping on it, then i realized he was fucking someone, i couldn’t see the face of the girl he was fucking but her moans made me hard and horny for her and rahul as well, what I saw a black object like penis was inside his ass and the girl was twiching his nipples with her fingers.

i pulled out my cock and began to fap then i saw rahul pulled her on top of him and she began to ride his ass her back was against me and i could say she was older than us both a lot, she fucked his ass hard and jumped on it like a pro, moaning aahh ahhh faster faster, i began to fap my cock more harder then she turned around rahuls ass and i saw her huge boobs bouncing over rahuls face and her shaved pussy was white and red as it was spreading too much.

then after intense masturbating i was about to cum and i saw rahul pull the lady close and saying ohhh yeahhh sheela makke mee cumm , make me your sissy husband, your wife and cleared her
hairs from her face and i saw my mom naked that time and my cum came out in seconds seeing her face and then i saw rahul pulling my mom down and cumming all on floor hard, my mom gave him deep kisses and washed him and herself then i saw uncle in saree come inside and paying my mom money for fucking rahul and went away.Rahul also wore saree worn by mom and touched her feet, his father did same. Mom blessed them both.
i ran home as fast as i could and was upset about what i saw, half an hour I heard bike sound of
my mom , she came home happy and tired she went to bathroom straight and washed herself and came out, said to me that tomorrow is rahuls birthday and she needs to go to work again near 11 to pick guests, she started her bike and picked few guests , i wanted to see what will she do now so after she went i went after her 10 mins later, as soon as she reached there home, she striped into a transparent nighty and Rahul, his father already cooked good food for guests.Both were in good saree blouse with make up.
































All the guests were women aged 40 to 50 and my mom welcomed them inside with her huge and ass and boobs visible,women were also skimpily dressed, she sat majestically in chair with women, she then asked Rahul to serve them food and drinks by the time Rahul came with food and whiskey mom removed his saree which all women clapped, Rahul was in short skirt and bikini blouse with string on his back, while he served others spanked his ass and gropped his breasts covered with blouse and Mom wasn’t doing anything but smiling, there were 4 women in the room, Rahul was called by my mom inside his room they kissed a long and passionate kiss then Rahul took mom to the drawing room again while he was grabbed by his ass and spanked it hard by women, everyone gave rahul a gift and he kissed sheela and told her to put it inside she did the same.
she came out and Rahul sprayed cold drink all over his body and his blouse got fully transparent, his man boobs and ass were wet and Mom tore his clothes and said let’s share the return gift, every women pulled out there petticoat tieing strapons around their mounds and without wasting any second all the cocks were inside Rahul’s ass he began to cry in pain but no one stopped and they fucked him hard.

first they mercilessly gangbanged him and then they fucked him one by one, then in pairs and as final they gangbanged him again ripping his boy holes and covered his body with cum and red marks of spanking and lovebites hickey, i felt humiliation but i had masturbated 6 times
watching them fuck him hard. Then women wear their sarees adjusted make up, managed sindur
like a devoted housewives and asked mom to drop them at their homes. Rahul was lying stark naked in ground, his father massaging his body to soothe his body and applied medicine to his ass. Women praised mom for this opportunity, they promised they will fuck boy’s father on his birthday.

i went home and Mom came back late, came close to me and hugged me tightly and i could smell so many scents her body and she was the happiest she said from tomorrow onwards we are
having a nice home here, I understood moving with Rahul will expose him and his crossdressing
habit, but I received a lot of money from Mom thereafter.

[ashishrajan]

friend's mom fucked me
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So I am Nitesh, a resident of Nepal. I have been staying with my best friend, Raj, at his home for a long time since our college is nearer to his house. My parents and his parents are very close to each other, and so are we.


Raj and I have been friends since childhood. We’ve always shared everything, college, college, clothes, and even chicks. Mostl important we both are crossdressers, while Raj gets complete support from his family , I have kept it hidden from my family, but Raj’s family know crossdressing of both of us, so I spend most of time in his home where we both crossdress freely. Talking about Raj’s mom, Seema, she’s a very hot and mature lady. She’s happily married and loves her son a lot. S loves me a lot too, and never makes me feel like I’m away from home, she is the one who encourages for crossdressing, explore more and takes with her to purchase clothes for us, we have a cupboard to explore our feminity.

But ever since I’ve been sharing accommodation with Raj, I kind of developed this lust after her. She’s very beautiful for a 48 years old woman and has all the right assets in all the right places. I’ve always found her beautiful, but also strong too, she lifts me and Raj both on her arms like mother lifting child, she throws us both in air and catching again, she taskes us both to marketing movies restaurant on her bike whenever free time, more over does our make up. But once when she was serving tea, I caught a glimpse of her cleavage.I hold her waist when she rides bike, feeling those flesh.

Her tits were about to bounce out from her dress. Since then, I have been dying to spend sexual time with her. I have always been a nice kid to all my elders, and paid respect to all of them, even seniors from college and all. So I decided to not make any sexual moves on her.

She was my best friend’s mom and was the nicest person ever. But what happened after a couple of semesters passed was totally miraculous for me. It was 4th semester and we were all about to
go on a tour to Pokhara (in Nepal). But Raj and his family had planned a trip to India and they wanted me to come.

I was happy to join them. But I had just started to have sex with my girlfriend. I was really excited to have loads of fun with her on this college tour. So I was a little disappointed as I couldn’t bring her to India. She had to spend the tour with her college mates.She does not know about my crossdressing.


On the day of the trip, we woke up early in the morning and got ready. We packed our stuff and went to the airport. We took another plane from India to head to Goa. Upon reaching there, we all decided to spend the first day just hanging around and drinking and enjoying the beach.

Raj’s mom wore a bikini for the first time. Her voluptuous tits were so noticeable that I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. For the first time, her body was clearly visible to me. Every corner of her body was making me horny. I cleared my head, but Raj’s mom caught me staring at her.

She passed me a naughty smile as soon as I broke my surprise moment. We went for a swim and got pretty tired. Seema aunty (Raj’s mom) called us for dinner and drinks. We went there, had nice food, some drinks, and chatted about our families.She told me and Raj to wear bikini and g string panty too. She hired a bullet and we three roamed on it while she was riding and all three in bikini and panty.

Then the topic of us (me and Raj) and his girlfriend came up. We were pretty shy to talk about them, but Raj’s parents were very open and understanding about these things. Since we got to drinking, Raj’s dad got quite open and started talking about our sex lives and all.

I and Raj were also tipsy. So we opened up a little, but not a lot, considering what we say might disturb Seema aunt. But even Seema aunt joined up the conversation. She asked us if we were
able to keep our girls satisfied sexually and all as most of times we both like to wear girl’s clothes. I was surprised hearing this from her.

I had never expected her to be opening up about sex to her sons. Raj got a little awkward and changed the subject. We were all tired so everyone decided to head to bed. But I have always been a night owl. So I told them that I would be taking a short walk around the beach and enjoy the cool weather.


Seema aunt suddenly said, “I am also not that sleepy, let me join you.” Raj’s dad was quite tired and drunk. So he and Raj headed to the hotel, and I and Seema aunt would join them later. I and Seema were walking around the beach and talking about our lives.

Suddenly she asked me, “When I asked you guys about your sex lives, Raj got pretty shy and awkward and changed the topic. But I wanna know about you Nitesh, you seem very confident about these matters.” I was a little shy. But I thought what the heck, she’s like my friend more than just aunt, what harm would it do.

So I told her about my girl. How I was just starting to have sex and how this trip ruined my sex sessions with my girlfriend. She was apologetic about this at first. Then teased me saying, “Aah, that’s why you were stuck when you saw me in the bikini this afternoon. Sorry to have woken up the sex drive in you. Is there some sex you still missing from your girlfriend”




I felt even more awkward. But then the desire to make love to her, and have romantic sex with her still persisted. Also, the thought that this is morally wrong struck me. We got to talk a lot and
decided to sit in the sand for a while and said,” I want to feel what a girl feels during sex by a girl, I am not gay.”. Out of nowhere, she grabbed my hand.

She told me, “Hey’ it’s okay to have lustful feelings, at your age and times. It’s totally fine.” I said thank you. Then she took my hands and put it on her breast from above her cloth. I got nervous and red-faced and started sweating. I thought, “What the fuck is happening? I don’t know what I’m to do here? I’m stuck. I should be removing my hand but this feels so good.”

She pressed my hand against her tits and said, “It’s okay my child, don’t think, just go for it.” Then our eyes met, and this urge to kiss her rose. We both leaned and kissed each other for a long time. We were both tired and sleepy. So we broke the kiss and cleared our minds up and decided to go to the hotel.


The next morning got a little awkward for me. I had just spent a night with my best friend’s
mom, kissing her and holding her tits, she also rubbed my growing chest sucking my nipples. We made plans to explore Goa and went out with our tour guide. The entire time, I felt really shy and couldn’t even make eye contact with Seema.

Later that night, Seema called me into her room to help her out in managing expenses for the trip. Raj and his dad were in the balcony of the hotel room drinking and dancing, Raj’s father is trained classical dancer, he is teaching Raj mostly Mujra. As we were doing calculations, she asked me about how I was feeling. I told her honestly that I was feeling awkward.

I regret having done that. We were drunk too, and this shouldn’t happen. She replied with, “Hey, we were drunk, but the things I told you yesterday, I stand by it. Things like this can happen at your age, and to me, these are pretty normal.” I was like, “Normal? How come?”
Then she opened up about her and her husband’s situation regarding sex. She told me that their concept of love and sex is different. “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you can’t fuck someone else or lust after someone else. I and my husband, we love each other. But we both
also are open to let each other fuck anyone we want to, as long as we don’t have feelings towards
them. But he is a devoted husband, he likes my wishes, though he never has sex except me, I am free to take any partner into bed with he supporting me, you know my job is so stressful as banker and being head of house I need some more relaxation, he understands it as he stays as househusband.”


Hearing this I was quite shocked. She told me that she wanted to spend the night like yesterday with me. She asked me to think about what she just said. “If you can wrap your head around it, just come to your aunt.” That night in bed, I did a lot of thinking and came to this conclusion that what she said was right.

Sure I am cheating on my girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean I am not in love with her. I am just physically in need of sex. But in my heart, it’s still my girlfriend who rules, and maybe the same is the case with Seema. Next day, we went to travel more. We headed towards Pune, traveled a lot, and came back to our hotel.

I was eager to meet Seema and let her know about my thoughts on this. As soon as we reached the hotel, she complained that her feet hurt. So I decided to massage her and if I get a chance, will share my feelings too. As faith would have it, Raj was asleep. So was his dad next to aunt Seema.

And I told her that I understood what she meant. I thanked her and told her that I always wanted her. But I thought this would be morally wrong so didn’t do anything about it. She hugged me tightly and said, “I am here for you my child, We are headed to Nepal tomorrow. Raj’s dad is also going to the US for a week he has a dance show in vegas, a big ladies group club want his dance show. Maybe we could plan something then.”
I was excited and got to bed and slept like a kid. We went to Nepal, our college started. I was having sex with my girl again, things at Raj’s home were going as they were. No naughty things and all since Raj and I were always together at home wearing female clothes.

A week later, Raj planned to go out with some of his classmates, and stay couple nights over. I thought this could be a better time to make a move on Seema. I went to a liquor shop, bought wine, bought groceries, came home early from college, and cooked her favorite dish, wore a nice saree with makeup.


Aunt came back from office, saw the fresh flowers on the table, candlelit, and her favorite food on the table, and was surprised. I told her, “Raj was away and this is as good a time as any for me and you to make love. I am very eager for you.” She smiled and she had dinner and drank wine after her finish I ate from her leftover food and wine.

We took the wine to her bedroom. I asked her to sit on my lap and we kissed each other. I looked at her and told that I wanted to love every part of you. She told me that she also wanted to experience me. I opened her clothes slowly and started pressing her tits.

She moaned, “Yeah baby, play with my tits. I know how much you young boys enjoy titties.” I slowly started kissing her neck and cheeks and her face. She got even hornier. She took my hand and put it on her pussy, which was flooding with water. She told me to go down on her and lick it.

I went down and open up her undies, and started licking it slowly. She enjoyed every second of my tongue in her clit. As she was reaching climax, she pusher my head deep into her pussy, and came in my mouth. I took it all in, and it tasted so good.

She said, “I came so hard, now let aunty take care of you.” She made me stand up and opened up my saree blouse petticoat and started holding and licking my 6-inch cock. She spat on it and jerked me slow and nice. I looked at her beautiful face and enjoyed her blowjob.
She then opened her drawer took 10 inch dilido tied around her pussy.


She carried me and put me on the bed. I kissed her, we were on missionary, I on bottom and lifting my legs on her shoulder, and she slid her rubber cock deep inside my ass , her stroke by stroke. Once it reached the deepest, she moaned with pleasure.

She said, “Wow Nitesh, your ass feels so fucking good deep in my pussy. Now make sweet love to your aunt.” I said, “This is the moment I’ve been waiting for aunt. To make sweet love to you.” She held me tight and I kissed on her neck while she fucking me gently.

After a couple of minutes, she asked me to turn around so she could fuck me in doggy style. I bent down, and she inserted dilido inside my bum hole. It went even deeper this time. Aunt got crazy wet and fuck me hard. Now she was showing her wild side, talking dirty to me.I

“Fuck me aunt hard you son nephew fucker. Fuck me hard and make me cum on your dick. Fuck your son’s friend aunty, make me cum honey, make me cum.” I got even wilder and talked back to her, “Yeah auntie, you love being fucking ass of your nephew, your son’s friend? Making me your slut, you fucking goddess.”

I fucked by her for 40 minutes and was about to cum so I told her. But she stopped me. “Let your aunt be in control of your cumming.” She took my dick out and into her mouth. She licked her juices off my dick. She pulled it close to her tits and jerked and sucked at the same time.

She slid it into her tits, and spat on it, “You like fucking these tits don’t you, you horny boy? Cum on your aunt’s tits. I want your hot thick cum on my lips and on my tits.” All this dirty talk got me cumming in no time. I came with my dick in between her tits, some of which went straight into her mouth.
We slept in each others arm that night and woke up in the morning to another fuck session. Things went back to the way they were, but we still hookup when the opportunity presents.

[ashishrajan]

fucked by ladyboss
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My boss was recently transferred to our team. I always had my eyes on her as she was very beautiful, curvy and had huge breasts. To me, she looked like a sex goddess. My lady boss had an inviting look and I had been fucked by her in my dreams a thousand times. She was married but was staying in a guesthouse as her family couldn’t shift with her, her husband being a househusband taking care of her daughter and her mother. She is quite dominating.


One evening, it got late in the office and all our teammates had left by then. I casually asked her, “Ma’am, now your guesthouse dinner time would be over”.

She replied directly, “Are you trying to ask me out for dinner or you wil take place of my husband to cook for me, by the way my husband is a great cook, ohh I miss him, I miss him wearing those pretty sarees, he looks stunning in saree?”

I was taken back and wanted to respond carefully. So I said, “It’s nothing like that. I was genuinely concerned”. She laughed out loud and said, “Don’t get tensed. We can go out for dinner if you are not occupied”.

My joy had no limits when I heard this. We wrapped up quickly and got into her car. She was driving. I asked her, “Ma’am, what do you do after office hours as your family is not here?”

She said, “I drive on these roads, I like long drive be in bike or car, in bike with my husband his saree pallu flying in air exposing his navel and blouse, in car with my family, my daughter and mom in back seat, husband beside me doing naughty things, one arm inside his blouse , other in sterring wheel, you know owning a Rools Royce has its advantage it gives a strong isolation between front and back when needed .”
I instantly said, “I would love to taken by you on a long drive”. Then thought that probably I
have spoken more than required.

She just looked at me and smiled said,” then wear a nice saree to impress me”. I was silent for the rest of the journey.


The restaurant had a cozy seating arrangement. We settled at a corner table and my boss ordered food for both of us. Our feet were touching each other and she didn’t seem to mind. I innocently kept my feet close to her and our thighs were touching. While I was starting to get a hard-on, she seemed to be unperturbed.To satisfy her I was wearing magneta saree with matching blouse.

We finished our food without much conversation but I kept my leg close to her and rubbed her thigh to my heart’s content.

By the time we sat back in her car, I was sure that she knew my intentions. While she had not given the green signal, she hadn’t protested as well. Probably, she was waiting to see how far I can take this.

While I was thinking all these, she reached out to change the gear and in a sudden move, I held her hand on the gear. There were moments of silence and my boss didn’t move her hand. I was also still. After about a minute, she interlocked my fingers. I was in seventh heaven now. We drove hand in hand till her guesthouse.

She said, “You are coming with me inside”.

We reached her room. I couldn’t wait to lock the door before jumping on her. She held me by my waist and started smooching me. I was literally eating her lips. She also seemed to be hungry
with all the time spent away from her husband and was eating my lips.
She lifted me in her lap and threw me on the bed. I sat on her thighs and tore open her shirt. Her huge melons which I had only imagined till date were out in front of me in a white bra. I buried my face there and started licking all over her breast. I bit her nipple over her bra with my teeth and she let out a moan.

I took my one hand to her back and unhooked the bra so that I can take her other breast out. I was biting her nipple and kneading her other breast. She was bending her back with my every move, pushing her breast more in my face.
I took turns to press her boobs and eat them. She seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. Then she reached for my petticoat and started pushing my panty down. I knew she wanted more.
I removed my blouse and saree. She also undressed her completely and we hugged each other,
completely naked with my penis pocking her pelvis area.


She made me lie and went down on me. With a hungry look, she took my penis in her mouth. It was clear that my sexy lady boss was well experienced in this and her long strokes were taking me to seventh heaven. She sucked me with good long strokes and her lips were doing magic. She sensed the blood rushing in my tool and lied next to me.
I knew it was time. I went on top of her and entered my boss’s pussy in missionary style. Even though she was dripping wet, she felt tight. I loved her tight walls against my penis and
with one move, I entered her completely.

She gasped for air and hugged me tightly. I looked in her eyes and she nodded. I knew she wanted me to go deep in her. I started stroking while kissing her all over her face. She had tears rolling down and I licked them. It was a pure bliss of lovemaking.
We took turns to come on top of each other and went on for a good 15 minutes. I asked her, “Can I come inside?”. She said, “Yeah”. I pushed myself completely in and shot loads deep inside her. She felt it and hugged me tightly.

She then said her turn, from drawer she took 8 inch strapon and lube, she applied lube on her fingers, she turned me over, with her whole body resting on my back, she started thrusting her strapon inside my ass, initially it was pain, she allowed me to cry which gave her more zeal and she started to fuck my ass with more speed, now it was pleasure, in 15 minutes we both cummed.

We lied like that for a long time, she on top of my back. Then she said, “It’s time for you to leave”. I reached for her forehead and kissed her. I said, “I don’t want to leave”. I held her tightly. She looked in my eyes and I entered her again.

She opened her mouth with this unexpected move. She whispered in my ear, “You are right again”. I replied, “With a sex goddess like you, I can go on all night”.

And we went on all night. I don’t remember how many times I fucked my lady boss that night and she fucked mebut we both were exhausted completely. We slept hugging each other.

I woke up in the morning and saw her sleeping with her head on my nipple, playing it and strapon invading my ass, I knew I had to leave now but I also knew that I was going to be back in her room soon!!

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Awesome writing b

now Mom's story on her words
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Mom said,”

I am sorry to keep it secret, but hear me and forgive me. I am an assassin for indian secret agency. Actually I kill all bad men who get out from law using money, power, influence. I get paid based on deal. Govt agencies, mafia , poltical rivalries pay me to eliminate opponent with their dark activities. Thats why i go outside, i have done operation all over world. As a symbol i always leave white saree on my victim. So I am named white saree ghost, no one could capture me.


I was born in a poor family. Kamala was my neighbour, we used to both collect garbages during childhood. We wanted to become rich. One day a lady saw us fighting two dogs and killing them with sticks. She called us and asked about our families. Who cares when mother left home with other men and father rarely comes with no siblings. She took us a centre where we were fed well, given new clothes and kept in ac room. We were given royal treatment for 7 days. 8th day lady asked us to deliver some parcels to some unknown location. We did, she paid us more than we could collect . movies were our addiction, female action movies kill bill, ultraviolet, cat woman, tomb raider, salt, grind house, wonder woman were our favourite ones. We used to practice martial arts intimating them, we could break bricks in head at age of 12. In 5 years we were most trusted hands of lady who was a drug peddler. So rivalry grew, she was assaulted many times. She purchased two guns for her safety, but could not handle it. One day she was surrounded by 3 gunmen, her mind stopped to respond, but we grabbed the gun and killed the three gunners. From then we were like her daughters. She used us to eliminate her opponents, she was dreaded feared, her wealth grew. She purchased bikes for us with assault weapons.

In one of most dreaded case me and Kamala rode bike over stairs on court shot a person who wanted to testify against the lady. She purchased us costly clothes, jewellery, bikes, guns. No one knew we were
killers. Free time we did bike stunts. Many time boys will race, but fail miserably. We were in teenage, our attraction for boys increased , lady kept strict eye on us fearing falling on love will keep us away
from her job. But for her sexual pleasure she had many young teen boys at her dispoal. It was frustrating
us. She once captured two beautiful boys of aged 18 of some rich families who failed to repay her loans. She wanted both boys to serve her sexually till their families repay money. But we fell in love with boys. When lady is not in home we take them on bike ride, movie, hotels before lady returns. Our love grew stronger and stronger. Finally we freed them from lady’s hold by paying our money. When madam knew she beat us in leather belt, her mark is still in my back covered by blouse. Our breasts were growing, periods came, Madam thought we are useless as she had no enemy in city. She also wanted to live respectably. She had another idea, she organized bike race for 1st time in city.


Around 25 bikers participated among we 2 were females. 1st time we rode wearing salwar suit, we became champion, our lovers were there to cheer us. After race we took our boyfriends in long ride, camping in roads, we hated salwar kamiz, one advantage it had it hides weapons. Men pant shirt was comfortable. We got 1st gift from our love it was salwar it was pink colour, they pleaded to wear this dress in next race and win for their sake. Madam knew now betting is in favour of us so in next motor race she instructed us to loose deliberately to make her huge profit. We agreed, at race course our boyfriends standing near to us, praying to Gods for our victory. Our love triumphed, after winning we vanished from city, with our lovers, we had some cash settled in out of state small village. Villagers were peace loving, 1st time we felt what is peace and what is it staying away from crimes. They welcomed us, gave two rooms. We did not how to cook, luckily boyfriends knew, they cooked. We watched romantic
movies as bloodshed feared the boys, they hugged us tightly. We took them on bike ride around village. Villagers were open minded not like girls riding bike a sin. For job only was field work, our lovers were delicate ones to do that, only they were expert was cooking. Working in field is not a job in shirt pant, it requires saree blouse or dhoti. With small money we purchased saree blouse and dhoti. Our lovers wore saree blouse teaching us how it is dbangd. It took us three days to manage it somehow, never thought agriculture is tiring but it is more pleasurable when your loved ones bring food for you, fan you and clear your sweats with their cloth. This is love, it was melting our heart, we interacted other village women, secretly started washing clothes, dishes, sweeping and some tasteless foods. Before our men woke up they somehow found room neat and clean. They started small kirana shop. But one hour daily we take them on bike ride, started with ghaghra choli, then salwar, finally half saree. Our lovers were innocent ones, never touched our body parts except hand , on riding bike shoulder not even waist. They
somehow had fear in their minds. We decided we should propose them 1st. We decorated bike with
flowers, wore half saree, already purchased 4 rings from near town. Painted lovers name in number plate , we had our ear and nose pierced, even navel pierced. Before two days of our propsals, we asked our lovers that we will be staying away from home for some farm work equipment procurement in near by town. They feared, but as place was far away from their home city they assured. We spent whole day waxing, sauna, nail painted, hair straightened, mehendi, mehendi paint on navel. Omg we could feel
fight bike ride farm work easier than a day sitting in parlour. On day of proposal our lovers wearing kurta cooking, hearing bike they looked to road, seeing we two girls in red yellow bordered saree with decorated bikes coming near to them. They were complete awestruck. We had our sunglasses and leaf flower ring on head. We went on our knees took rings said,” honey I love you, do you love me, accept
me as your wife.” Men were crying said yes i do, but need a bike ride to savour the moment. They wore
pyjama quickly sat on our bike had a village tour. Evening village head woman said 15 days after an auspicious day of Dushera we will be married, it will be a simple one in temple, not much arrangements needed.

Night we went to room, our lovers were feeling shy, had food and slept. Next morning we woke up in bangle and anklet sound , not to find lovers, but two saree women in veil, they were slim fair. We had tea and breakfast. We asked two women about our men, they did not reply, we found something fishy, forcefully we removed their veils, they were our lovers.

I,” what is this, why are you wearing saree.”

Lover,” from now on you are our mistress, we will take care of house, you take care of shop and agriculture. we discussed with head woman, she gave us these clothes yesterday and also agreed that in marriage we will be wearing saree, besides we love wearing saree.”

Kamala,” you guys are stunning in saree, lets go to movie in this case.”

We also changed to half saree, drove to town, we had icecream, panipuris. Finally at night we went to a theatre, some other bikes also present but few all low range bikes 100cc from hero, tvs , bajaj. It was an adult movies, we had balcony seats, fortunately 4 more women already present in balcony, it was darkened we could not recognize them. But they were far corner from us, we took separate corner in
different rows. Movie name was “AAJ KA GHABRU AURAT HIMMATWALI.”we hold our lovers on our lap, unhooked their blouse and bra hands rubbing over chest and stomach. Movie started, movie’s theme was about a village girl becomes tough ACP of city, riding bullet doing encounter, fights. Not bother about pressure from superiors or politicians. Her most brutal punishment against rapist, torturing castrating beating killing them. Our lovers could not watch gory, so we opened our blouse they buried their face inside it sucking our nipple. Meanwhile in movie heroine falls in love with a boy who was kidnapped by goons, heroine rescues him drives bike to his parents, ask hand for his marriage, which his parents denied, boy was imprisoned in a room, next day was his wedding fixed to a woman twice of his age, his parents agreed for the money paid by woman, woman was rich and famous, she already
married five times. On marriage mandap our heroine rescues hero from mandap by her bike, fights hench men of woman and flees, she marries the boy by tying mangalsutra on his neck and sindur on his forehead, some songs where heroine lifts hero dances , bike ride. Then came suhaagraat. It was explicit, where heroine was nude, her pussy sucked by hero for nearly 30 minutes. Seeing this our lovers went inside our petticoat sucked our pussy, we were at heaven, then it showed a nice strapon fuck by heroine on her boy’s ass for 30 minute in different position followed by she inserting her vagina on her husband’s cock, she was on top. Then some more fights between heroine and villian woman. Picture ends heroine in security officer dress in her office, her pants down, her husband sucking her pussy while she was relaxing with wine and woman hanged to death in lock up. We got our pussy sucked by our lovers for whole 90 minutes. Our thighs were vibrating, our lovers moved from our petticoat, their face glowing with our love juice. Outside we recognized other three women were village headwoman and her two daughters, the 4th woman still remain inside the hall. The women greeted us and started their bike headed to nearby hotel. We left them to their freedom and returned home. We were tired slept hugging each other.
Till wedding our lovers wore ghaghra choli doing household chores, village women helped them. Every morning , evening night they sucked our pussy, we looked after kirana shop, village headwoman and her two daughters were good friends of ours, we shared our views, rode bike together. Husband of headwoman was a good cook, we were invited many times to their house, but never met her husband, he was always inside kitchen never ventured out in village too. Headwoman has given us two earlier presents, two strapon double ended to us.


7 days to go to our marriage, our bodily heat was uncontrollable. Already strapon sex of movies was roaming while our lovers in ghaghra choli sucking our pussy. We had normal sex women on top, our boys ejaculated inside our pussy, then we fucked their ass with strapon. It was painful for them but pleasurable. Next 5 days we were busy only sex, boys were comfortable with ass fucked by strapon, they also get sex by ejaculating inside us.

2 days before our marriage arrangements were done in a nearby temple, our lovers were looking stunning in bridal dress, we along with village headwomen and her two daughters came riding bike, we were also dressed in stunning bridal saree and jewellery. Headwomen and her two daughters only in bikes, no other in scene. When we entered into temple something hit us on our head, we just could visibly see the head women and her two daughters laughing.

Some time later we opened our eyes, we were tied to a tree, head woman, her two daughters and my old boss that scumbag bitch were smoking, drinking. They have hold our lovers in captive, they were crying.

My old boss,” hello mmy dear kittens, long time, you thought you will cheat me and leave. No body does that to me. You just forgot to notice my presence in cinema hall. Actually my network is very vast. I finance the village head woman in her election, i have provided her male prostitutes in the hotels, that
hotel is one of them where they enjoy, luckily i found you there, i could have taken revenge any time, but you are too strong, so what other time to destroy good moments than on wedding day. Omg your lovers and you were looking stunning, by the way saree makes you feel weak, you never wore while in my job, it is love that weakens you. I do not want to take any time, i just want to enjoy punishment. How
about i ---- your boys, it will be fun with some pain to you.” Saying she sadisticly said the two daughters of head women to lift petticoat of Kamala, old bitch tied the largest thickest dildo i have seen it was approx 15 inch long and 10 inch thick, it was made of steel further. It stood out.


Head woman,” lets party begin.”

Old madam,” as long as wife or husband passes out it will continue, any one passes out kill the couple both, lets see how much endurance love has.”

Her two daughters lifted petticoat of Kamala, madam lifted petticoat of her lover, then daughters took turn kicking pussy of Kamala, she did not utter any word, no tears no pain. But her lover was crying, begging to stop punishing his wife.

Madam,” she is a tough nut bitch.”

Madam suddenly pushed whole dildo inside his ass, he stopped screaming not crying, but Kamala crying. Head woman,” looks both are acting strong, start punishing both.”
Her two daughters took whip and started whipping Kamala’s pussy, while head woman and madam took
turn to fuck brutally her lover, his ass was bleeding so was Kamala’s pussy. But they looked each other
gaining strength. Two hours passed, our abusers were tired but not Kamal nor her lover. Me and my lover were tearful. Abusers had some rest and food again continuing, finally after 6 hours couple gave hope, Kamala’s lover passed out. Madam in cruel laughter shoved sword inside kamala’s pussy tearing it and another inside her lover’s ass. I was rubbing my body slowly to weakening the ropes.

Kamala,” i wished i would have a nice family kids, husband a peaceful life, my family sitting on my bike, if God wishes please bury my body along with my lover and bike. I am sinful for many murders, but what about my innocent lover, what was his mistake, forgive my love, next life i will be wife you be husband serving you forever, sorry my love.”

Her lover,” thanks to god, he united us, for short time gave us love and pleasure, i had only wish to die on your lap, i think it will not be possible now. I love you sun and moon of my life. Your love will meet in next life.”


The other 4 women were laughing mocking, pissing on limp body of the boy. Next they turned to my lover, the girls said they will have fun with him, they were tired of beating kicking whhipping pussy of Kamal, it is better to fuck then beat me. The 4 women took turn in banging ass of my love, facesitting on him, pissing on him. It took two hours, luckily my effort came, rope slackened, in a swift moment i tore my saree blouse and petticoat, jumped towards the 4 scum lowlife women. They were unprepared and unexpected, in no time i took sword lying on ground beheaded the 4 abusive women. But it was too late. My love had bled a lot from anus and mouth, he slept on my lap,” i will not live along, may be if
you had continued killing then you had not missed your friend, our love weakened you. Promise me you
will never be weak, continue what you love must, go back to dark alley where you come, change the world there so that no other couple will get the fate we have, promise you will kill bad people from
earth, stay safe my love, i miss your bike ride, it was my favourite, just gift that bike to my death as token of my love.”


Saying he died on my lap, i was crying. I was senseless for 1 hour, it was raining, rain was unusual, god’s wish. I cut the 4 women’s body into 1000 pieces fed to dogs. Their soul will not get peace. I placed kamal on bike, her lover on back, tied them with wedding saree, dug a grave and placed bike on centre stand with the dead couple on bike. Then i filled the grave with soil and planted a banyan tree , as it will fulfil soul’s freedom. Beside grave i dug another grave, placed my bike on stand, put my lover on the bike and covered with soil planting another pippal tree. With heavy heart and eye i sat on grave for whole night drenched on rain. Next day i went inside head woman’s house, found a man in saree tied to a long iron chain sleeping in kitchen. I confronted him, his whole body had burn, bruise mark, it was blue and purple body, very pale. He spoke less, he was fearing. I opened his chain. He said he was husband of village
head woman, his wife was crooked one , involved in drugs dealing, involved his two daughters, when he
opposed he was tied in iron chain, beaten by both his daughters and wife, he was anally bangd by his daughters and wife too. He was crying and broke. I said i have killed his daughters and wife, he became silent and dropped few tears,” finally some burden on earth lessened. Now i am free, i just want to burn this house and go away from here, i want to commit suicide.”

I,” i want to go away from here, i want to die commit suicide.”my heart rate was different.

He,” are you pregnant, looks like.” He checked my pulse and heart rate,” yes you are pregnant. God is merciful, he has shown his kindness. Lets go far away from here , raise the new born, i can help in raising you. “
I,” you are like my family, can i call you bhaiya.”

He,” no call me didi, you can call me Kamala Didi, may be i can help you raising the child, i have one problem which is uncurable, with constant physical abuse i can not speak more, neither i can go to sun. Sun ray will simply cause cancer in my body. I am totally broken. I can handle home.”

I agreed, night i burnt head woman’s house and came to Gowahati. 10 month later Satish was born, actually Satish was my lover’s name. Kamal Didi’s body detoriated, he could not work more , so i gave him ample rest when i am in house. I continued secret assassin, learning new techniques, Kamala taught me household chores, it is my only peace for my sins i commit. I do not consider my killings as sin as i kill persons who are bad and torture love couples. But job slowly drifted me from my son, now i am united and retired from my job.”

bro keep it up

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sorry bro, I have finished that part, I have no other sequence to it. the story I have published continued with final marriage

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so I will post small single stories

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Sorry for my mistake

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Waiting for new stories

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new story is a long story , i will post tomorrow

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Ok waiting

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Where is story bro
Still not post

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Priya is a tomboy but her parents restricted her. When she come to our home she started to wear my clothes and my sister helping her, since we are just children my parents not tell anything. But my sister teasing me Priya wearing your clothes why can't you wear her clothes, and I feel embarrassed. Then both my mother and aunty got one idea to dress Priya as Krishna and dress
me as Radha, I told I will not wear but my mother told it's just for fun and no need to worry since you are a 10 year child. They dress Priya in my silk dothi and toplesss and some jewelers of Krishna and tie her hair and put one peacock feather and give her flute, she is looking like Krishna and then they started for me my sister is very interesting in it and started to give her ghagra choli and dress me in it my mother put lots of bangles and jewelers to me my sister
started to Bride my hair and put one duppatha on my head and adjust it with pins then they do
my makeup and put one bindi earrings necklaces all to me, Priya come to me and pull my hair and I said it's paining and my sister told it's common for us Radha don't worry and laugh. I feel very embarrassed. But my mother come and told no one should tease my bueatiful daughter. Then again my sister start to laugh.
Then they take us to photo shop where they take our photo, me as Radha and my aunty daughter Priya as Krishna finally I went to home and remove everything and go to room and start to cry, my sister come and told not cry, I told her you make me feel embarrassed she told she will not do more and kiss my forehead, after when I go down every one laughing I ask why then my mother told you still want to be my daughter dear, I told no why then my mother told then why are wearing Priya bindi on your forehead then my sister come and told he wants revenge, since Priya wearing his clothes he wants to wear her clothes, then my mother told there is nothing wrong and laugh then Priya come with her one chudidar and give to me until I go to my place back you
wear all my chudidhar, kurtha leggings and duppatha it's all your and everyone start laughing,on that time I Holiday I completely dress as a girl and my mother teach me cooking and cleaning and washing clothes etc and my sister enjoy the company of me in her work and she and Priya teasing me more. But once Holiday over and my father return everything comes to normal. I come back as boy once again but inner somewhere that Girly feminine things is just born, I
become teenager, I started to look like macho man and playing sports but inside me that feminine
girl also slightly growing, I feel the some time when ever I saw bueatiful girl my eyes goes to her dress and her hair and my heart telling me to wear that dress have long hair like her but again I told to it no I am a boy and started my boyish activity try to be macho naught but it's fake.

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Radhika (Monday, 21 August 2017 14:00)

The girly attitude become more and once I saw my sister friend she is very Feminine Girly girl she is always wear bangles and long hair and she dress and talk more feminine whenever I saw her my girly things grow but I always teasing my sister friend for being so Feminine and show in front of her I am macho.
One day is my sister friend birthday and she come to our home in saree and she looking so beautiful, my eyes goes to her saree but try to be a boy and pull her pull and wish her happy birthday she treats me as her bother also and don't mind, my sister told her your saree is very bueatiful please give me I will also try it once. Next day my sister brought that saree to home and in evening both my sister and mother went outside, i started to see old photos and saw the photos where I dress as Radha and Priya dress as Krishna and remember all that Holiday days, suddenly
I went to my sister room and open that Saree and stared to try it. I wear my sister bra and panty and petticoat then I wear blouse and stared to wear saree I try hard to wear properly I finally wear it nice.

Then started to put bindi earrings jewelers necklaces bangles of my sister and mother and trying to Bride my long hair but suddenly some one is hold my long hair and started to brided it then I Trun back and saw my mother, sister and her friend my sister and her friend started to laughing more but my mother told them don't to laugh my cute little son sorry daughter will get scared, then she Bride my hair and told you are grown up dear you become Man from a boy we need to celebrate your mature function, hearing that I started to cry and both girls started to laugh, my sister friend come to me you always teasing me for being feminine but you are more Feminine then me see you looking so pretty soft doll and bueatiful in my Saree actually it's look more suitable to you then me, then my sister join her welcome to Womanhood Radha, my sister friend look my sister in crazy look then my sister explain all to her, then both my sister and her friend teasing me more.
My mother told me we need to go to village where my aunty and her daughter priya is there, where Priya is working in agriculture land like a man of home and now you become mature and begin your Aunty daughter she needs to give gift to you a half saree and saree and you need to
wear it and we celebrate half saree and saree mature function of you that in that village. hearing that my sister friend told I also want to see this function because he is looking more bueatiful in saree and half saree. Hearing all I am getting very scared how can I handle that tomboy priya and this girls my sister and her friend when I am wearing Saree and all traditional rules to be performed for me for my mature function.

I am wearing a pink saree with matching half sleveless blouse , with red bra. Today is very special, it is makar sankranti. I have to do puja for my family. Priya has to do puja to BHUUMI ma for more agriculture production and good harvesting for rest of the year . So all men of village are busy in land worshipping. They are wearing white dhoti with white banyan and white turban on their heads, their moustaches looks beautiful on their dresses. Priya is no more different than other village men, she was looking more handsome in the attire compared to other men. Girls were dying to see her knowing well that she is a girl. I am feeling jealous and lucky to have her. All the women in the village were decorated saree and looking like goddesses
and pleasing personality. Children were playing happily. More over working heavily in fields has
given a definite look to Priya. Her bulging bicep are 15 inch without flexing and 18 inch omggggg when flexed. Thinking about her gives me goosebump in my peeticoat. Her 6 packs abs are attractive, I want to touch kiss it and sleep on it for rest of my life.

Priya heard the news we have arrived in her home and I am wearing a saree. She came running to home. Seeing my mother she touched her feet for Ashirvad. My mother seeing her in the attire ,” Ayushman bhava, sata putra janak bhava, beer bhava, dirghayu bhava”. My sister was teasing  me. I was blushing showing fake anger to my sister and mother. I asked mother,” Why you never gave me that Ashirvad, you gave it to Priya. She is a girl”. My mother, sister laughed. Mother told,” Look at Priya, she is more manly man in this area. She alone can protect us from goons, dacoits, distasters and Rapist. Are you man enough. You are so delicate and look at you , in Saree you are looking more beautiful than other girls. Even your sister is not as half much as beautiful compared to you. Boys of villages are drooling over you. Your naval is teasing them.” I looked towards other side, found two village guys are rubbing their tools inside pants seeing my navel. I covered my navel with saree and tucked it into petticoat. The guys
seeing Priya left as fast as possible. Mother again said,” look at your attitude and dress. Who will
protect you from the rowdy world, the dark intentions of guys. You will need Priya, who will hold your hand with strong grips, in market. Save your dignity. She can protect me and your sister. She is more financially stable and have a good sense of humour.”. Priya was smiling , I was fuming in fake anger. In my mind I have already accepted Priya as my PATNI PARAMESWAR. Yes Patni Parameswar as society norms she is a girl and i am a boy. But she will be my Pati Parameswar. Mother left inside home. Priya with a smile winked at me. I was in a naughty mood wanted to do some mischievous things. I went smilingly , swaying my hips as much as possible , holding my choti in my hand , playing with itself, one hand on my thin waist, adjusted my saree so Priya can see my navel and glimpse of blouse full of breast. I went to Priya
, i could not see her eye to eye, i was just dying of shame. Omg what will i do, Blushing heavily.
Priya showed me her bicep by flexing it. I was mood to do something naughty. I was wearing high heels. I came close to her body , her eyes fixed on my navel , tummy and breast. I saw this opportunty, used my force with my heels to her feet and run inside the house. Priya felt an sharp pain. Before she can subsidy pain i was inside house and went to kitchen where a lady in age of
55 and a girl age of 16 preparing some dishes. I did not know them. It was a surprise what i knew later. Priya came running inside the house and went ti kitchen , but my mother and lady working in kitchen scolded her , as it was a festival and no man was allowed inside kitchen. If anything required they can call . I showed my tongue to Priya. She burst into laughter.


After finishing dishes, the lady and girl returned to living room. I thought them as maid . But their wearing style was ellegant. The lady has a heavy bossom. Full blouse and red saree a big bindi on her head, mangalsutra was inside blouse and sindoor on her forehead. Her tummy was little bit fleshy but attractive and buttocks were very heavy and swaying largerly. Due to heavy buttocks she was was walking slowly. Her earings are heavy and making sound. She was wearing payals on anklets which were making nice sound when she moved around.The girl was wearing lehenga choli of peacock colour, her navel and lower part of tummy and waist was visible. She was wearing bangles and ear rings. But both are light not big. She was very agile, but not wearing any anklets. A little black bindi was enhancing beauty. Both lady and girl have dark red lipsticks. Before i could interact with them mother came into room and told me to visit the farms. I asked my sister to go with me. Mother told no your sister will remain in house as
there are some important jobs in house. I could not predict which important job , i did not bother about it. I asked mom with whom i will go to farms. Mother pointed to Priya. Ohh God. I felt earth is being swept from beneath my feets, i was dying in shame anger. Today is my last day, what will I do. Priya gave a happy nod to mom and looked with a mischevious eye to me. I told mom i am not feeling well. Mom scolded me .” No excuse today. Today is a festival. Through out the year the ladies serve their men who work hard in fields to support the family . Today is the day ladies go to see the farms , a happy family bonding moment for life , get love of their husbands repect from others”


I said OK. Priya came forward lifted me on her hands , cradled me towards the bullet she was riding. My sister whistled and the lady girl giggled. She was the kind of woman that always survives in horror films. Fearless, bold,adventurous, strong, resourceful, intelligent, and highly unconventional.Mom was smiling. Mom warned Priya no touching and hurting me. Priya replied with thumbs up. She put me in front of bullet , my face was on her back and i closed my eyes. Priya started bullet and ride through farms. i inched back to the passenger seat as she sat down in front of him at thehandlebars. She fired up the ignition with a roar before looking over her shoulder tosay, "You're gonna have to hold on to me. I promise not to bite. Yet."i leaned forward and put arms around her waist as the bike began to move. She
could feel my heart beat faster against her body. I must be a little nervous about
what the on-lookers are thinking, she thought to herself. As she picked up speed, she moved her head back against the side of my head.
"You know what they call that seat?" she said into my ear. "The bitch seat."
She felt my pulse rise a little more and a big devilish grin came across her face.
"Ha ha ha," I said sarcastically. "Maybe I have a better vantage point back here?" Raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit, she replied, "That may be, but don't forget that
this ride has an end and you don't know what that end is gonna be yet!" I thought what other villagers will think. I opened my eyes found other women sitting behind their husbands bike and
doing naughty things like light kissing on their hubby’s back, pinching their shoulders giggling, but their faces partly covered with veil. To my releif a newly wed couple was sitting as i was
sitting, so my shame slowly faded away.


Priya was driving silently, she was grinning but not uttering a single word.At the farms
she showed me how farming is done, met me with workers and their wives. The wives assembled in a group and gossiping about something. They have came with foods they have prapared for
the festival. They shared the food. We ate happily, slowly the breeze flowing over the river was giving me excitement. I missed mother nature staying in city. I do not know when i started
feeling asleep . when i woke up i found my head on shoulders of priya, we are sitting on river bank. I adjusted my pallu and hair. It is afternoon. Priya lifted me cradled me and gave a ride on
a bullock cart to home, she did not come with me. I was looking for her touch, her breath, her biceps, six pack abs. She stayed on farms.




I had arrived home, i had not met with aunty from morning. I asked my mother whereabout aunty, she told that she will come in evening . mom asked me about farms workers family. I replied sheepishly as my heart was beating to see priya.my stomach was full of
butterflies. I was feeling hungry , but satisfied. I thought this is love people talking about. I slept without changing my saree. It was a little bit sweaty, but did not bother me. I slept like a log. It was evening, mom woke me up and told me to change a new saree and freshen up. The middle aged lady led me to bathromm, shaved me perfurmed me. I was wearing a tight bra , and strings panty. She tucked my penis inside panty. I was given a maroon coloured petticoat with a matching half sleeve backless blouse. She tied the only string on my back. I was wondering why
she chose a sexy blouse. I called mom i will not wear this blouse. Mom scolded to wear whatever she has given. I wore a red saree and my face was covered with pallu. I was wondering why. In evening all women and girls above 18 but unmarried covered their faces with pallu. Married women wearing big nose ring, ear rings and anklets with mangalsutra for being their marriage symbol and sacred devotion towards husband. Young ladies covered their faces and wearing chuudi only nothing else. I wore 12 12 bangles, they were heavy. All family moved towards playground of village. Partition were there for men and women. In women partition there were also divided between married women and unmarried women above 18 years.A big pandal was there with prizes on it. A high pandal covered with sands also there beside the pandal. It was kushti competition , many wrestelers were coming from through out india.


Now a middleaged man with strong body announced beginning of the competition. Each match was elimination round. To my surprise i found PRIYA within the wrestlers. I almost fainted imagining what will happen to Priya, all are males except her bigger than her. But she was as cool as cocumber . with begining Priya fought with ease and stared to advance into final.
Her other opponent was a giant man og 6ft 6 inch and large bicep than Priya. I was almost crying and praying God not to harm Priya. Final fight started.Priya was finding diificulty to handle bigger opponent. Figth was match between equals. In 6th round Priya overcome her opponent and crushed him into ground. With a large smile and victorious pose she was looking for audience. Audience clapped their hands and chanting “PRIYA” “PRIYA”. Girls sighed and giglling about themselves and taking Priya name. One girl said to others it does not matter to her whether she is a girl she wants to marry her. I felt insecurity within myself..
In prize given ceremony the middleaged muscular man awarded 5lakh rupees and a trophy to Priya. Priya being humble donated the rupees to village college fund and told to start a wrestling wing in village. She took the mike said,” I Priya , born to this pious village swore to keep its name till i live on the earth. For me money is nothing. I announce here i want a special prize present here. I want to confess love to a special person who is here. I want to spend time with the person rest of my life through sorrow and joy”. Men cheered, boys clapped and whistled, girls giggling and shying. Priya came down to podium and from the gathering she spotted me, took my hand and declared to crowd this is my love and i want to marry. All villagers agreed , and girls were fuming with anger, some started to sob , some started crying. Then priya took me in her cradle and started walking through the crowd towards home. I was covering my face with pallu and dying in shame. She told crowd to leave her alone, and crowd left her. On her path she did not speak any word neither do I. I was thanking God for giving me
such PATNI PARAMESWAR/ PATI PARAMESWAR. She kept me in home and went towards her own room. I went to kitchen .


It is 9.00 pm. Still i have not seen my aunty. I with middle aged lady and young girl arranging foods in dinner table. At that time door bell rang. My sister opened the door. To my surprise the middle aged man in kushti ceremony came. The lady and girl fell into his feet. I also fell to seek ashirvad. Man went to a room, changed to shorts and banyan. I was thinking how unkown person entered others house and using their dress. The man came to dinner table. OMG he is not a man but a lady, she is nobody but my aunt. I am surprised. My jaws kept opening. Her figure is as much as Priya. Like mother like daughter. Priya came with shorts and tshirt. My
mom and sister were wearing shorts and tshirt. I have never seen my mom in this attire, her
breast pointing out from tshirt. We finished dinner without a word. After dinner the old lady took food fro Shremoye utensil of aunty. Nothing was coming to my mind, what is happening. My
aunty came to me and told everyone to gather in drawing room to discuss something urgently. All gathered immediately. Aunty smiled at me and told she will clear everything doubt from my mind.


In the drawing room Aunty came with dhoti and nothing on top. So is Priya. To my surprise mom and my sister also came on shorts and nothing on top. Due to wrestling and heavy lifting Aunty and Priya’s breast were reduced size with perky nipple. But mom and sister’s naked breast was keeping me uneasy. I was looking to ground. Aunty hold my face and told to look everyone at ease.