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[Krishan202]

"No you won't Trisha, don't be silly," he replied, "we both know that don't we?"

His mouth dropped on mine and this time I couldn't turn away he was holding me in place. He lifted his face, and those eyes locked on to mine. More danger than I had ever seen lurked in them. I think I knew it right then that there was going to be no escape for me. It was almost mesmerising. Then his face lowered and he kissed me again, I tried not to let him but there was no where to go.

I even tried to bite him, when he pulled off I tried a head butt, no good, he avoided it easily. He sort of sighed, then he felt for and found one of my nipples, it was unbelievably hard and tender. I was amazed and not a little worried about that because if I know something, I know my nipples, they are a bane to me at times. And they were going to be just that. I was unaware of the little sigh I gave out when Bobby squeezed it.



And it wasn't until I opened my eyes that I was aware they had closed, and he was kissing me again. I gave a little hump to get him off, that worked didn't it? Hah, like hell it did.

"Please Bobby, don't, please stop, I'm your mom, I'm married to your dad!" I might as well have been talking to the wall. I complained as much as his lips on mine would allow me, his teeth on my neck was affecting me too.

I felt something touching my chest area; I looked down and saw the buttons on my blouse being undone. Again I made a futile attempt at freedom. Then cool hands on my bare skin. 'Oh god,' I thought, 'I've had it, it's over, I can't stop this, it's too late for me now.'

He kissed me more and more, I was slowly beginning to relax my struggle, what more could I do except plead with him. That had fallen on very deaf ears. He wasn't going to stop, not now. I sensed, and I think he not only sensed it too, but knew he was winning this hands down. He wasn't only stronger than I in the physical sense but he had an inner strength I hadn't seen or knew about.

How did he know about me? I didn't even know this me! What had he seen or guessed, did he know about this glint thing in his eyes he had? Did he know somehow that it not only excited me, but frightened me witless too at the same time? How could this boy of nineteen know these things, was it a sensory thing. I had no idea, but I knew where I was going now, and what was going to happen when I got there too!

He had my buttons all undone, he looked at me, then down at me. I never said anything, it was over I suppose. His knee pressed into my pussy, if I could have folded in half when he did that I would have, it creased me. The colour flushed my cheeks. I always know when I'm sexually excited.

My cheeks glow bright red just under my cheekbones when I'm aroused, two little buttons of bright red, it's a sure sign I'm up for it. I knew I was going under and no stopping.

Bobby said, "Hmmm," when he saw my front loading bra, and expertly popped it. In a fraction of a second a nipple was in his fingers, and his knee was weighting my pussy. I didn't know the growl that gathered in the back of my throat.



He seemed to be all around me, all over me, he was everywhere on me, I felt smothered by him. I could feel the heat he was self generating on me. His hard body tensed in the muscular sense. He was working my nipples, one at a time, they got even harder and more sensitive if that was possible. It was affecting me in the only way they ever do. I was aroused and his knee gently rubbing and pressing on my pussy added to my frothy state of mind.

I managed to gasp out a "Bobby," when he delved under my skirt, raised it and feel for my panties. I know my hips left the sofa momentarily. I felt him get his hand in the top and slide to the side, he gripped them and slowly the tension in the elastic tightened, then that side snapped, he did the same at the other side, then I saw the tattered remains over my head and being tossed over his shoulder.

I was wide open now, my blouse was undone and laid away, my bra was popped, my panties had just gone, and he knee regained control of its pussy. Bobby looked down at me, a tiny smile played on his lips. There didn't seem to be any point now in protesting further, it would make no difference to the end result, I knew that for sure now.



I felt him slip his hand down my stomach; he was taking so much time over everything he was doing. My body tensed all of its own volition knowing where his hand was heading, my pussy! Or should I say, it was his pussy! His middle finger entered the folds of skin there and slid down, as it touched my little man in his boat I yelped, I couldn't help it. It felt so brand new, as if it had never happened before.

I tried jamming my legs together but my thighs got as far as his invading knee and leg, and that was that. He stayed in there, softly and maddeningly caressing my little man, it drove me over the edge into submissiveness. I had given in right there, I had to, there was no option, no forgiveness. Bobby had me now and we both knew it.

I heard someone say, "Oh oh Hmmm," It took several moments for me to realise that it was I that was doing the mumbling and moaning. My seduction, forced or otherwise was done and dusted. What had started out as a hug and kiss in the kitchen had led me to here, and I was about to be screwed, fucked, call it what you will, by my very own nineteen year old step son. But it was going ahead now with my unintentional unasked for, and taken consent.



Bobby moved and I knew his boxers were on their way down. He was preparing himself for me.

"Bobby," I whispered, "you can let go of me, I won't fight you any more, I can't, I have nothing left to fight you with anymore." Everything that had and was happening, was conspiring against me, there was no way I would ever had initiated this. But the person I am, who I am and what I am was now helping him to bring me down.

The very person he was, the persona could and was attacking my senses, the 'look' in his eyes was the same thing that had got me in my youth. The seductive glint had jumped me completely. That look of danger was something I had forgotten about over the years, but it had reared up at me and bitten a huge piece out of my attempts and chances of resistance.

He gazed at me and it melted my insides, what was it he had, or was it just me. Was I the only person who succumbed to it? His hand slipped from my wrist and my arm went immediately behind his head to hold him. Then he was lifting that strong powerful frame over me. His left knee followed his right and he was in place.

"Put me in Trisha," was all he said, still holding my gaze with his. I put my hand down and took a hold of his young fresh hard stick for the first time, but it would not be the last. He was at least as big as his dad, but it was a lot harder, and I could tell, a lot stronger. Oh the power of youth hey?



This was another first for me; I had never had sex with any one younger than me. I was about to find out that, while this was true. The power of youth was to far outweigh that in every way.

I pulled his cock to and pressed the bulbous head between my pussy lips and he was in, he sank it all the way in one move. I certainly did lose my breath when he did it, it came out of me in a blind rush! And that's when my legs went to where I told you at the start of my story, knees under his arms, feet in the air, waving around. My nails digging in and holding him on and in me.

Now I was a full partner in the beginnings of the fuck fest I was about to undergo, and indeed some of it I had to wonderfully endure. Bobby's demeanour seemed to change too, he became a lover, my lover, my guy. But first I think he needed to get the first flush of excitement that even he couldn't contain, by banging me as hard as he could, his loins crashed into mine, my pussy was filled and emptied faster than I could keep up with.



The hardness of him within me was utterly breathtaking; afterwards I tried to conjure up in my mind how it was when I was younger. But there was nothing to compare it against, this was the hardest I had even been banged, and oh boy was it good, it was just so fantastically good! He grunted, his body stiffened his grip on me was like being in a steel clamp. Then he came, his final crump into me was the catalyst for him. The heat and solid feeling of fullness swept through me as he pumped what must have been gallons of it into me.

I wallowed in that feeling a woman gets when she knows she's been thoroughly hammered and knows the feeling of cum being pumped in like from an unstoppable geyser. But then the, to me, unthinkable thing happened, he just kept going. He didn't stop fucking me and at me. His prick never went down; it stayed hard! This was an unknown thing for me. I had never ever had this happen before.



In my amazement I looked at him in a new light, who was this boy? I had been his step mom for years and I knew now I didn't really know him. He wasn't a boy any longer, he was a man, and a very virile man too. Bobby settled down, I thought anyway, into a rhythmic smooth pulsating rodding of his now helplessly servile step mother, his dad's wife.

How many orgasms and climaxes I enjoyed that early morning I will never know. I know I loved every one; they mixed and mingled, flushing through me endlessly, seamlessly, quivering me in a way unknown to me before this day of days. I gave him as many kisses as he wanted me to give, if I had even thought of denying or defying him now I would be lying.



Eventually he rose from me and plunged fearfully back in one last time and he came again with a loud yet soft grunt? It nearly broke me in half, I gasped at the near ferocity of his final thrusting bang. Then he pumped whatever amount of cum he had regenerated in his young balls into me. Bobby then laid on me, breathing heavily in my ear, as I was breathing just as heavily into his.

[Krishan202]

"No you won't Trisha, don't be silly," he replied, "we both know that don't we?"

His mouth dropped on mine and this time I couldn't turn away he was holding me in place. He lifted his face, and those eyes locked on to mine. More danger than I had ever seen lurked in them. I think I knew it right then that there was going to be no escape for me. It was almost mesmerising. Then his face lowered and he kissed me again, I tried not to let him but there was no where to go.

I even tried to bite him, when he pulled off I tried a head butt, no good, he avoided it easily. He sort of sighed, then he felt for and found one of my nipples, it was unbelievably hard and tender. I was amazed and not a little worried about that because if I know something, I know my nipples, they are a bane to me at times. And they were going to be just that. I was unaware of the little sigh I gave out when Bobby squeezed it.



And it wasn't until I opened my eyes that I was aware they had closed, and he was kissing me again. I gave a little hump to get him off, that worked didn't it? Hah, like hell it did.

"Please Bobby, don't, please stop, I'm your mom, I'm married to your dad!" I might as well have been talking to the wall. I complained as much as his lips on mine would allow me, his teeth on my neck was affecting me too.

I felt something touching my chest area; I looked down and saw the buttons on my blouse being undone. Again I made a futile attempt at freedom. Then cool hands on my bare skin. 'Oh god,' I thought, 'I've had it, it's over, I can't stop this, it's too late for me now.'

He kissed me more and more, I was slowly beginning to relax my struggle, what more could I do except plead with him. That had fallen on very deaf ears. He wasn't going to stop, not now. I sensed, and I think he not only sensed it too, but knew he was winning this hands down. He wasn't only stronger than I in the physical sense but he had an inner strength I hadn't seen or knew about.

How did he know about me? I didn't even know this me! What had he seen or guessed, did he know about this glint thing in his eyes he had? Did he know somehow that it not only excited me, but frightened me witless too at the same time? How could this boy of nineteen know these things, was it a sensory thing. I had no idea, but I knew where I was going now, and what was going to happen when I got there too!

He had my buttons all undone, he looked at me, then down at me. I never said anything, it was over I suppose. His knee pressed into my pussy, if I could have folded in half when he did that I would have, it creased me. The colour flushed my cheeks. I always know when I'm sexually excited.

My cheeks glow bright red just under my cheekbones when I'm aroused, two little buttons of bright red, it's a sure sign I'm up for it. I knew I was going under and no stopping.

Bobby said, "Hmmm," when he saw my front loading bra, and expertly popped it. In a fraction of a second a nipple was in his fingers, and his knee was weighting my pussy. I didn't know the growl that gathered in the back of my throat.



He seemed to be all around me, all over me, he was everywhere on me, I felt smothered by him. I could feel the heat he was self generating on me. His hard body tensed in the muscular sense. He was working my nipples, one at a time, they got even harder and more sensitive if that was possible. It was affecting me in the only way they ever do. I was aroused and his knee gently rubbing and pressing on my pussy added to my frothy state of mind.

I managed to gasp out a "Bobby," when he delved under my skirt, raised it and feel for my panties. I know my hips left the sofa momentarily. I felt him get his hand in the top and slide to the side, he gripped them and slowly the tension in the elastic tightened, then that side snapped, he did the same at the other side, then I saw the tattered remains over my head and being tossed over his shoulder.

I was wide open now, my blouse was undone and laid away, my bra was popped, my panties had just gone, and he knee regained control of its pussy. Bobby looked down at me, a tiny smile played on his lips. There didn't seem to be any point now in protesting further, it would make no difference to the end result, I knew that for sure now.



I felt him slip his hand down my stomach; he was taking so much time over everything he was doing. My body tensed all of its own volition knowing where his hand was heading, my pussy! Or should I say, it was his pussy! His middle finger entered the folds of skin there and slid down, as it touched my little man in his boat I yelped, I couldn't help it. It felt so brand new, as if it had never happened before.

I tried jamming my legs together but my thighs got as far as his invading knee and leg, and that was that. He stayed in there, softly and maddeningly caressing my little man, it drove me over the edge into submissiveness. I had given in right there, I had to, there was no option, no forgiveness. Bobby had me now and we both knew it.

I heard someone say, "Oh oh Hmmm," It took several moments for me to realise that it was I that was doing the mumbling and moaning. My seduction, forced or otherwise was done and dusted. What had started out as a hug and kiss in the kitchen had led me to here, and I was about to be screwed, fucked, call it what you will, by my very own nineteen year old step son. But it was going ahead now with my unintentional unasked for, and taken consent.



Bobby moved and I knew his boxers were on their way down. He was preparing himself for me.

"Bobby," I whispered, "you can let go of me, I won't fight you any more, I can't, I have nothing left to fight you with anymore." Everything that had and was happening, was conspiring against me, there was no way I would ever had initiated this. But the person I am, who I am and what I am was now helping him to bring me down.

The very person he was, the persona could and was attacking my senses, the 'look' in his eyes was the same thing that had got me in my youth. The seductive glint had jumped me completely. That look of danger was something I had forgotten about over the years, but it had reared up at me and bitten a huge piece out of my attempts and chances of resistance.

He gazed at me and it melted my insides, what was it he had, or was it just me. Was I the only person who succumbed to it? His hand slipped from my wrist and my arm went immediately behind his head to hold him. Then he was lifting that strong powerful frame over me. His left knee followed his right and he was in place.

"Put me in Trisha," was all he said, still holding my gaze with his. I put my hand down and took a hold of his young fresh hard stick for the first time, but it would not be the last. He was at least as big as his dad, but it was a lot harder, and I could tell, a lot stronger. Oh the power of youth hey?



This was another first for me; I had never had sex with any one younger than me. I was about to find out that, while this was true. The power of youth was to far outweigh that in every way.

I pulled his cock to and pressed the bulbous head between my pussy lips and he was in, he sank it all the way in one move. I certainly did lose my breath when he did it, it came out of me in a blind rush! And that's when my legs went to where I told you at the start of my story, knees under his arms, feet in the air, waving around. My nails digging in and holding him on and in me.

Now I was a full partner in the beginnings of the fuck fest I was about to undergo, and indeed some of it I had to wonderfully endure. Bobby's demeanour seemed to change too, he became a lover, my lover, my guy. But first I think he needed to get the first flush of excitement that even he couldn't contain, by banging me as hard as he could, his loins crashed into mine, my pussy was filled and emptied faster than I could keep up with.



The hardness of him within me was utterly breathtaking; afterwards I tried to conjure up in my mind how it was when I was younger. But there was nothing to compare it against, this was the hardest I had even been banged, and oh boy was it good, it was just so fantastically good! He grunted, his body stiffened his grip on me was like being in a steel clamp. Then he came, his final crump into me was the catalyst for him. The heat and solid feeling of fullness swept through me as he pumped what must have been gallons of it into me.

I wallowed in that feeling a woman gets when she knows she's been thoroughly hammered and knows the feeling of cum being pumped in like from an unstoppable geyser. But then the, to me, unthinkable thing happened, he just kept going. He didn't stop fucking me and at me. His prick never went down; it stayed hard! This was an unknown thing for me. I had never ever had this happen before.



In my amazement I looked at him in a new light, who was this boy? I had been his step mom for years and I knew now I didn't really know him. He wasn't a boy any longer, he was a man, and a very virile man too. Bobby settled down, I thought anyway, into a rhythmic smooth pulsating rodding of his now helplessly servile step mother, his dad's wife.

How many orgasms and climaxes I enjoyed that early morning I will never know. I know I loved every one; they mixed and mingled, flushing through me endlessly, seamlessly, quivering me in a way unknown to me before this day of days. I gave him as many kisses as he wanted me to give, if I had even thought of denying or defying him now I would be lying.



Eventually he rose from me and plunged fearfully back in one last time and he came again with a loud yet soft grunt? It nearly broke me in half, I gasped at the near ferocity of his final thrusting bang. Then he pumped whatever amount of cum he had regenerated in his young balls into me. Bobby then laid on me, breathing heavily in my ear, as I was breathing just as heavily into his.

Aftyer what seemed to be an eternity he slowly lifted himself up from me and smiled sweetly at me, I thought I glimpsed a look of sorrow for what he had just done, worry, regret, remorse? But it went just as quickly. I made the first move, and spoke softly.



"Bobby baby, what have you, what have I, what have we just done, I can't believe it?"

[Krishan202]

"I can't believe it either Trisha, but it was great that wasn't it? I loved it and I love you too." Then he smiled at me and that look appeared in his eyes again. I got the message, unsaid though it was.

"Yes baby, it was fantastic, but it could lead to big trouble darling. We, you shouldn't have done this babe, you know that don't you?" I whispered to him.

"Well I suppose you are right," he said, "but it's done now, and if I may say so, its going to be done again, and let me tell you, very shortly, okay?"

I had to laugh, that was a real statement of intent if ever there was one.

"Bobby, I don't think we should honey, hmmm?" If I could have said anything more wrong than that, I would like to hear it.

"Then we'll stay right here like we are until you say the opposite," he told me, "because I'm not going any where, and neither are you!"



I got that look again and it made me wince because I knew I couldn't fight it, I withered before it. Then he took the lead, he said.

"Do you want to stay here or go up to bed where I can get at you properly, and, if you think about it, you can get at me properly too?"

"Bobby please?" I said.

"There isn't any please Trisha, its one or the other, make your mind up."

I knew that any fight would be overcome by him, I pretended to think for a minute, just to try and make him believe that I had a say any way.

"I guess upstairs would be more comfy wouldn't it?" I gave way. His cock fell out with a plop, he stood, bent and picked me up, I had to giggle. I was about to be carried of by my superior, aggressive, and dominant male. But it didn't end like that, I was unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder and off he marched with his conquest!

Somehow my clothes disappeared altogether, I was now as naked as Bobby was. I as looking up into those deep grey eyes of his and I was held by them as a rabbit in headlights. These were eyes I had not seen before, had I never looked, had he just aquired the skill to do what he was? How did he know, that was the question I repeated over and over in my head. Then I was being kissed, and I was responding.



"Bobby baby, we have to talk about this honey, I just don't know where I am with it?" His answer was to deep gaze me once more then squeeze one nipple, and to suck the other into his hot mouth, my mind and body went haywire.

"We are not going anywhere Trisha, we are here, and personally this is where I want to be, and where I want to stay."

"But what about your dad Bobby, what about us?" I moaned through clenched teeth as my nipples were ravaged.

"Well I'm not going to say anything, I know you won't, so unless we advertise it in the papers, who is going to tell him, hmmm?"



The logic in that argument was hard to negotiate.

It was moments later that I realised I had his cock in my hands and he was kissing me again, it dawned on me then that I wasn't going anywhere, and I wasn't stopping this, I couldn't, and now I knew I wouldn't. If Bobby wanted me, my body, my love, consented or not, he could have it, and indeed he already had it. As long as I kept getting those magical eyes to look into and I now knew, his magnificent cock in me whenever I could and whenever decided it.

I rolled him onto his back; I wanted to get over him, to give me some semblance of control, even though I guess he knew it was a sham really. I cocked my leg over his, grasped his cock and gently worked it up and down. It did feel so good, and as I peered into those dreamy grey suspense filled eyes I trembled like a leaf in a gale inside of me.

"Bobby," I said, "I am completely blown away by all of this, I never looked for it, I never thought of it, and I certainly never expected it either. What made you do it, what made you go for me, did you know something I didn't?"

"I just believed that you needed or were ready for this," he said, "be it me or someone else. I really wasn't sure until I saw that look in your eyes in the kitchen."

"What look?" This mystified me.

"The one that said to, oh wow, that was good."

"What look was that?" I asked, again I was stumped.

"When I did this," he said, and pinched a nipple. My body took on an electric pulse from his fingers. I gasped for the trillionth time.

"That's it Trisha, that one." He told me with utter confidence. Now I knew, I had given him the green light to go for me, and oh how he has succeeded hasn't he? I thought. My grip on his prick tightened. 'Well,' I thought, 'let's see what he has to say about this then!'



I dove down and gobbled his young thick taser like cock into my mouth, engulfed him, swallowed him, took him whole, all of it. I can deep throat with the best of them! I took the battle to him, I felt him growing back to full hardness again, the head was past my tonsils as I attacked him with all I had. My hand curled around his balls and sweetly caressed them; I poked a finger at his ass, which made him squirm!

I was in full sexual mode now, he had wanted me, he had seduced me, and he had got me. Well let's see him handle a real woman, one who knows what she wants, needs and demands. I knew I could be a real wanton hussy, and even a whore in my bed, Bobby was about to find out what he had uncovered. What his sexy good looking step mom was really like between the sheets, although I hadn't performed like this for a lot of years. I was hoping he could handle it, I wasn't to be disappointed.



I went up and down his shaft, I was learning the feel of it in my mouth, the texture, the smell and I liked what I was learning. This was a bloody good cock, young, vital, hard, knowing and full of lovely spunk and I wanted what was in there. I aimed at making him cum as soon as possible. I damn near sucked it right off his body. The first inkling I had that I was winning the battle was when his hands went into my hair, then grasped my head.

There is not much more about the sexual deeds I like more than this. The feel of pubic hair tickling my nose and lips, the man smell, the smell and taste of his cum mingled with mine is a fabulous thing. The very power of a woman making her man know he is under her control totally, you show me a man who doesn't become passive when he's got this happening and I'll show you a man who doesn't love it.

Bobby was holding me on him, in his mind all he wanted was for his prick to be all the way in when he shot. He didn't know he had to keep me on him; I wasn't going any where until yours truly got the cream. I was the cat! Bobby never knew it but he was in with someone who could, did and would hold her own. Soon his hips were jerking about, then he was bending on the bed, grunting, moaning, 'here he come!' I thought happily, then that first sudden spurt and I know enough about cock sucking how it affects a man, especially a young one like this.



The hot slightly surprising feel of cum on tonsils, mine! Then the alluring feel of cum filling my mouth, I got a load down then accepted more as he dumped it. Then he relaxed before the next one, I took it all down. I kept sucking even though he had nothing leftm in his balls. The sublime feel of cock in my mouth even if it was deflating now is one of life's wonders as far as I'm concerned, and I was already looking forward to the next time.

I lay there quietly with him still being massaged by my tongue, his grip on my head was no more, but his hands were still there. I felt his body shudder with after cum and after shock, just like a mini earthquake. Licking my lips I slowly slid up him to lie there, head on shoulder, arm and leg over him. He was so still, his breathing was still a bit laboured but I expected that. There was no way on earth he had ever experienced anything like he had just been through, not in his life time.

Now he was all lovey dovey, he held me like I was the most precious thing in his life. I didn't know he would wait until he had recovered properly, which wouldn't be until tomorrow. Then I was going to get a battering to end all batterings. If I had known what was going to happen I would have left home! But to be fair, I would have hated to have missed it.



We had to get a move on, his dad would be home in am hour or so, and I had dinner to get ready. We staggered out of bed and went our separate ways of a kind, we kept meeting and shared many passionate kisses and clinches, and a lot of mutual feeling.

Being busy getting our evening meal ready occupied my mind so I didn't dwell too much on the days events although they were never far from my mind. When he came home I took a deep breath and greeted him like I always do with a loving hug and a kiss. I actually surprised myself by being as calm as I was about what had happened today. I was really glad because to behave in any other way I'm sure would have raised some suspicions about something or other, or he would have wondered what was wrong with me.

Thankfully that night when we went to bed he didn't want to make love, it wasn't that I didn't want to or would have refused him, I wouldn't. And I certainly wasn't reserving myself for Bobby. But my thoughts turned to the up coming morning before I drifted off to a deep slumber. Bobby was going to be in for a shock in the coming days or weeks. He thinks he knows me? Well he doesn't, not really.



Yes he had forcefully and very successfully seduced me, I had submitted to it utterly and surrendered my honour completely. I now had a lover other than my husband, and that lover was his son! In the morning I knew he would be after round two. His ability to pin me with those deep grey eyes would always be something for me to try and contend with, I knew that. But the worm would turn I can assure you, he didn't know it, but he had bitten off more than he could chew.

[Krishan202]

I am what people would say as the consummate wife, although I would never regard myself as such. But I was a chef in the kitchen, or I tried my damndest to be. I was definitely the best hostess when we had guests or a dinner party. And I was very definitely a whore in the bedroom. Ramana was near shocked out of his skin when first experienced me doing what I love to do. And that is practically anything he wants or what I want. I will and do try anything; I don't care what it is. The only thing I certainly draw a line at is pain. I don't do that and will not tolerate it.



And one thing I do like is a cock up my ass, my poop chute, rear end, backdoor, shit box, call it what you like but I loved the beautiful pain from it. But even I was a little apprehensive at the thought of getting that iron bar that was his cock up there made me quiver in fear, intrepidation, and much longing. Ramana does it now and again but isn't too keen.



I had already decided to let Bobby find his way to that. But if he didn't then I would have to lead him, I awaited with bated breath at the thought. In the morning things were as normal as things could be. I rose with Ramana made him his breakfast, we chatted, then I sent him off with my best loving kiss.

"I love you Trisha," he told me.

"And I love you too " and I wasn't lying to him or to me. I knew now I really did. How that sat with me and Bobby I could only guess at now. I went upstairs and made myself look good. I didn't dress though; I just wore a simple negligee, hair down and a short silk dressing gown. I do like getting ready for a guy. I didn't go to Bobby's room. I decided to wait and see what the morning brought.



About thirty minutes later I heard movement, 'here we go,' I thought. Fifteen minutes after that he knocked on the floor!

'What the hell,' I thought, 'is he actually knocking for me to go to him!' That wasn't in my mind, I fumed at him, then thought, 'well, if the mountain won't, blah blah blah.'

I was going to enter his room, tell him off, that I wasn't there at his beck and call, and to get his act together or else.

I didn't knock on his door I just walked straight in.

"Ah there you are," he said jovially. I was about to say my piece when he pulled the covers back. There right in front of me was a most glorious sight. His prick was waving in the air; it was at about 45 degrees to his body, fully erect, hard, long, bright red and obviously ready to go!

I blanched at that and froze on the spot. He took hold of it, waved it at me, and said.

"You want some of this again Trisha?" It was like a taunt. Without giving it another thought I stepped to him dropping my dressing gown on the way. I climbed between the sheets with him. Yes I did want some of it again, oh yes I did! I had forgotten everything I was about to say.



His eyes caught mine, the deep grey bombs, and I was gone again, 'what he has got ought to be bottled, I would make a fortune,' I thought to myself, as I replaced his hand with mine. The heat from his cock on my fleshy palm was immense. The hard silky feel of skin was so sexily good. I leaned down and kissed the tip, letting my tongue enter his little pee hole. Bobby groaned and I felt him lay back and surrender to the moment.

I swept up his prick and gave it a good sucking, but it wasn't where I wanted, or needed it at this moment in time. All my resolve to take charge was out of the window, his steely eyed glint had seen to that. I kissed my way up his taut tight fit young body. I lay on my back next to him. I could tell he knew exactly what I was after; he smiled at me, kissed me.

"Is this what you are after Trisha?" It was a full on.

'I know what you want, and I have it, and what are you, what do you want to do about it?' Question!

That's when I got my own back; he was after making me say.



'I need you and your cock Bobby, you know I do.'

But what I did turned the tables, I jumped him. I swung my leg over him, dug my nails into his chest, which got his attention alright. Then I raised one shapely knee and settled myself on him, forcing my hot pussy over and down.

His prick filled every spare amount of space there was in my super heated love box. In a second I was sawing myself back and forth. He forgot himself. Having me on top of him fucking him was all he had probably ever dreamed of, well now he was living the dream.

I leaned to kiss him and was met by a lovely submissive kiss, not that I thought of him as submissive, I just think he was giving in because it was so good. I slowed down and speeded up, sat still, went at ten to a dozen, he was loving every long second of it. But I was also bringing myself to the fore, having a rock hard steel bar in your pussy raking every bit of it, is more than any woman could stand for long, and I was no different.



We both came at the same time, I didn't know he was about to and I'm sure he had no idea I was about to either. It was the Ooooh's and Argggh's that alerted us both to it. Mine crashed over and through me like an avalanche. He lifted from the bed and grabbed me in a bear hug, and lowered himself and me slowly down until he had pumped me full of hot creamy thick spunk. What a glorious fuck that was. Oh boy!

We stayed like that for quite a while, I snuggled into him while still being on top, it was then that I felt him still in me and whilst he wasn't as hard as he had just been, he was still thick inside me. I squiggled myself on him, relishing the feel of a live cock still in me. But what ever now, I was going top have fun.



I was getting past my defeat the previous day and this morning. I was having my way; there wasn't a chance that my husband's nineteen year old son was going to be the victor, not if I had anything to do with it. But I also was aware that it would be a close run thing, I didn't have his eyes to mesmerise him with, but he could do it to me whether he knew it or not!

The thing I wanted most though was him behind me, me on my knees and him rogering the life out of me. That thought turned me inside out! We had a lot of fun exploring each other, kissing, necking and just sublime enjoyment. We were all over the bed and even ended up on the floor twice when we fell off.



Things took a bit of a turn then, for some reason I told him I wanted to go to my bed, and not stay here in his. Whether it was something to do with being in my own domain I don't know. But he was out of his bed and heading for mine in a second. He fell into mine with me right behind him, he was leading me again!

I went after his cock, I cock laid over him, me on one side elbow on the other looking down his body, I reached for his beautiful young prick with my lips and pulled him in. He was sticky with our cum and my love juice, the taste was marvellous. My nose was in his scrotum really, rubbing his balls. The smell, odour, and feel of his hairy balls cast my mind far away.



I sucked him back to an erection while having a finger lodged in his little brown hole. I was giving him indications that bums and asses were on the menu. He probably hadn't done this yet, but I was securing his mind to the thought. I would keep at him until he realised he wanted to fuck me there.

When he was fully hard I got off him and up on my knees.

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"Behind me Bobby," I told him. He was there before I was! He prodded me slowly, I leaned back to help him get in. I was unknowingly about to get that battering I mentioned.

He jammed it all the way in, if there is one way to get all of a mans cock in you it's this. It was just so deliciously deep I had to hang my head in respectful pleasure. He had me by the high hips. I had buried my hands tight in the sheets to hold on whilst digging me elbows in too. And I slightly angled my knees to keep me in place. You see I told you I was a whore in bed!



Bobby began with fantastic long slow thrusts, but he was building up and unstoppable head of steam. His prick began to thud home with such regularity and painful constant hits. This I knew was going to be what most women crave for when she is as aroused as I was. I wanted desperately needing to be fucked out of my head. And Bobby was the man/boy who was going to do it for me.

I practically forgot about him behind me, all I knew was his prick as it murdered my insides, he decimated me, I was cumming from all sides, all angles. The pain as he thumped home into my cervix was almost more than I could bear. But I didn't have the strength, the resolve or wherewithal to stop him. I knew I was where I wanted and had to be, no matter what the end result was going to be. I was below my monumental young lover, who had obviously more power in his cock than I had in my entire body.



Bobby fucked me for so long and so hard I lost track of not only time, but it seemed life itself. Looking back I must have thought too, that this has to be a one off. No one can repeat this destruction of a woman as sexually as this ever again. And I think I was right, not because he didn't or couldn't repeat it, in fact he did, many times. But the first time for such an event was just that, the first time. The first gift of that kind of love and loving would always be for ever more the first, the second, third and on and on came after.

When Bobby finally blew his spunk into me I was finished, I had nothing to give now, nothing to offer. He had taken me completely, beaten me, used me, hurt me, and destroyed me wonderfully. I would never be the same woman ever again, no, I was a better woman because of that thrashing I took that very morning. I would cherish it for ever and ever.



We slept, I don't even remember him stopping driving into me. I just woke up next to him. I didn't know where I was for a time, I was dizzy. Bobby stirred I had my arm around him and my legs was under his, we were in a tangle of arms and legs. I managed to slip out, as I stood I nearly fell down, my legs and body were so weak.

I staggered to the bathroom and turned on the shower and got under the hot water, it felt so good. When I finished I went to his bedroom, I needed to rest. I had just been run over by a human train, I was a complete and utter wreck. I have never ever in my life, felt so good! I was wakened sometime after by him getting into bed with me. He smelled lovely, obviously he'd just been in the shower too.



I took a chance then.

"You wanna fuck some more big boy, or have you had enough?" I laughed.

"I'm up for it if you are Trisha," he said, and I knew he was because I could feel him sticking into my ass. I looked at the clock, it was three in the afternoon.

"I would love to," I told him. 'Like hell,' I said under my breath. "I have to get ready Bobby; me and your dad are out early tonight, we're off to see some friends." I kissed him softly.

I could see the disappointment in his face, but to be quite honest I have never met my match like this before, he was phenomenal. But I knew I couldn't go again, I was still reeling from my treatment at his hands, or should I say his cock?

"Tomorrow baby?" I said, a little reluctance in my voice, I didn't want him to feel rejected in any way.

Bobby slapped my backside playfully, smiled and said, "Yep okay Trisha, we have all the time in the world don't we?"



I turned to him then, "yes we do sweet babe, yes we do." I reached around him and felt for his ass, I fingered and rubbed him right in his little shit hole.

"You keep that up lady," he said giggling, "and I'm going to have to take action on you and get my own back."

"Ooooh promises promises," I answered as I fiddled a bit more.

"I'm warning you Trisha," he laughed.

"I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow then won't I?" I said, "We don't have time right now, sorry honey."

I had set the scene, now it was up to him, I kissed him passionately, loved him a bit more then jumped out of his bed.

"I need to get ready darling," I told him. I nodded to my bedroom, " I'll be waiting for you and it, in there tomorrow," and licked my lips while looking at his cock.

He smiled softly, "and I'll be in there too Trisha," and he pointed at my ass as I turned away.

"Already looking forward to it baby, be ready yea?" I said over my shoulder as I went to my room.



Now I was already looking forward with utter fear and desperate longing to get that steel rod of flesh up mu poop chute. This was definitely the whore in me breaking out. But as it happened I would have to wait, today was Thursday and unknown to me Ramana had decided to take Friday off. And while I was kind of disappointed having to wait, it gave the rest of me time to get over that fabulously horrendous fucking I had been subjected to by Bobby.

Ramana and I made love on the Saturday night, he had been having it rough at work lately, but he was up for it and we had a great time. I let him know I loved him, and I put him through his paces. And we both went to sleep happy and contented. There was no comparison to him and his son. But while Bobby had what it takes to reduce a woman to shag pile, Ramana was my gentle lover. I was beginning to realise that it was possible to love two men at once but completely differently.



We all had a good weekend; Bobby came and went as he usually does. He never put a foot wrong or spoke in the wrong way, he was absolutely great, and I was feeling safer and safer in my role as wife to my husband, and willing lover to his son.

On the Monday morning I woke with excitement in me, I was tingling and shivering with it. I saw Ramana off as usual. He did ask me if I was okay, because I was giddy somehow.

I answered him by saying, "Oh it's just a woman thing, you understand?"

"Tell me about it," he said, kissed me and went.

I went upstairs to put on something special for Bobby, I had told myself I wasn't going to do this, but as far as I was concerned this was going to be a very special day, I was hoping so anyway.



I selected pair of matching stockings, garter belt complete with bra, and the tops, a pair od sexy and very lacy French Cami knickers. I knew how good I looked as soon as I saw myself. Irresistible was my opinion. I posed for myself, decided on the best one and went to Bobby's room, I knocked, stuck my head around the door and shouted, "come on sleepy head, it's time okay?"

I went back and waited in my selected pose, one knee raised, head slightly down, eyes up. One arm across my waist, the other hooked above my head. He came in and stopped dead! Awe struck is the term I would have used had I been asked. He headed straight for me, I skipped back to the bed, jumped on, got in the middle, head down, facing away, ass up and ready.



"Come on Bobby, hurry, you know what we both want, be quick baby." I told him. His prick had come into the room before he did, it was stood straight out and ready for work. I wiggled my ass, moment of truth! I hoped. He got behind me, I don't know who was more excited, him or me. I know I was the most worried, he wasn't going to have a thick stiff hard column of flesh rammed up his back passage was he?

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It went into my pussy in one easy push, I had smeared baby oil over my ring piece, and pushed a finger full in there, but the not knowing when he would do it was driving me mad. I wanted it as soon as I could get it. I just love being banged there, the trouble was I knew what being banged meant now, especially from Bobby.



While I was thinking all this, and while I was trying to anticipate the first thump or soft entry, he whammed it into me. I screamed first I remember that. I had been expecting it, but I still wasn't ready when he hit me with it. My ass felt as if it had been cleaved, the swelling sensation was orgasmic, it totalled me.

I ganged up on my clit with my fingers; he ganged up on my nipples with his. His thick prick ganged up on my whole body. I immediately knew I was in for a session. Bobby began a systematic destruction of my ass, aided by my willing and wanton whore body. I had no say, I needed and wanted it, I was desperate for him to ravish me. Yet I was in uter agony, wonderful beautiful agony.

Then I heard someone say, "Go on Bobby do it, give it to me, if you stop I will kill you." I couldn't believe it, it was me! My voice sounded as though I was in the next room. Bobby heard me loud and clear though, he whomped that steel bar in me so hard it knocked me off me knees and flat face down on the bed. I didn't have time to recover or adjust myself, he drove in to me like someone demented, but he controlled it seemingly.



"Bobby," I squealed into the bed covers, I don't suppose for a minute he heard me. He fastened himself to me and fucked me and my ass in a way never before construed, expected, wanted, (I did really!) but needed. This to me was the ultimate fuck, having my ass ravaged like this made me feel all woman.

I know that sounds stupid, and it's purely a personal thing. But my thinking was, if I can excite a man to be like this then my job as a dirty sex loving whore was complete. I wanted my man to fuck and debase his woman, that's how I saw myself, a complete whore, a sexy but very demanding woman, who knew her place and where to be that woman I loved being.

All that aside I wasn't and am not obsessed with it. When Bobby goes to college I will revert to being his dad's wife again unless something handy were to crop up? I continued bleating under him, but this was also a way of urging him on to rip me a new ass hole. I had my fingers in my pussy giving him all the power he needed to make cum, cum and cum again. And do you know what? I did, a zillion times it felt like.

He was ramming me and my ass, but it was me who had the situation in hand. Bobby was doing exactly what I wanted him to do, and I don't think I will ever find another man as good as that, who did that to me that day. He was utterly magnificent in the way he got into it and me. He knew what I wanted, which became what he wanted. And we both got as much out of it all that was possible to get.



I eventually collapsed and he came in me, my battered rectum inflated with his cum, the ultimate thing in my opinion. I loved every painful agonising second of my anal bang. Because that literally is what it was, hard destructive ass holes rip! Wonderful!

I crawled into the bathroom after and ran a hot bath; I sank in with lots of bubbles and soothing cream. I wondered if I would ever walk straight again. Bobby joined me and we had a soft gentle time in there. I knew what I had been through, Bobby was just beginning to realise what we had shared together.

My aches and pains were for now diminished, but I knew for certain it would be a couple of days before I got over my full bore ass twanging. I told Bobby that he would have to back off a bit, he did try bless him. I was under lock and key now. I got fucked whenever he wanted to fuck me, and to be truthful I got through my stiffness by him using his on me. But I had put my ass of limits no matter what he said until I would be ready to go again.



The following day after being hammered wonderfully in the morning by him, he was sat with a calculator in his hand, he was fiddling with it.

"What are you doing honey?" I asked him.

"Well," he said, "I have another 56 days before I go to college, that works out to eight weeks?"

"Er yes?" I said, wondering what he was up to.

"Dad is here two full days, Saturday and Sunday correct?"

"Yep," I agreed. "Apart from any possible days off?"

"Well we'll have to go with the flow won't we on that?" I was wondering what he was up to now, it had to include me somewhere.

"So with weekends taken off," he said, "I will have you to myself for forty days by my reckoning. That means if we make love and fuck at least twice a day, I will have you, your wonderful body and very sexy beautiful self all to my own self another 80 times, now how does that sound?" And he laughed, "lets get started hey?" And he jumped me right there.



I was on my back on the table before I could even suck in breath to answer him. My feet went over his shoulders and he was up to the hilt in me. He was like lightening, there was nothing I could do but give in, again!

'Awwww,' you say, serves me right hey?

I have to agree, this wanton sex loving whore was on her back again, where she needed to be, where she deserved to be getting humped once more by my wonderful step son.

I wasn't looking forward to him leaving, but I knew I would have to, and indeed would revert to type. But for now and another 80 times, hopefully I would be getting what I was getting right now. But there was one thing I wanted before he went back, and I would have to ask him what he thought about it. I had already worked it out in my head.

Bobby went at me like the steam train he is, I came time after time, my body was geared to his manipulations of me and making me cum. And of course I was doing what came naturally to me, cumming for my guy!

We had lunch and then I took him up to bed for my 'talk' with him.

"Bobby," I began, " do you have any fantasies about sex or sex acts?"

"I'm acting them out every day with you Trisha," he told me.

"Yes I know baby, but does your mind wander to other places."

"I'm not sure what you mean Trisha?"

"Well I have one Bobby, do you want to hear it?" I said.

"Yea of course, as long as it includes me," he sniggered.

"Oh it includes you baby." I said.

"Okay go on then, tell me."

"I have always wanted to be double teamed." I said averting my eyes from his.

"What's that?" he asked in all innocence. I laughed quietly to myself then.

I thought quickly, I had to be careful here. "It's being with two of you darling."

"Two of me...." his voice trailed away, he was getting it.

"Wow Trisha, I had never thought of that." He said, wonder in his woman killing eyes.

"What do you think of it? Two of you, at me?"

"But who?" he asked, I could see his mind working, he was thinking already about who!



"What about, Jason, Terry, or Leon?" I offered.

"Jason? Bloody hell Trisha, Terry's a fucking wimp! And Leon's black!"

"So," I said, Jason or Leon?" I was wanting Leon, but Bobby would have to pick him, with maybe a little coaxing from me. Leon had his own apartment.

"Let me think a minute, I'm a bit taken aback Trisha, but I have to say it is an exciting thought though." I bent my head and sucked his cock to keep him on track.

"Who would you pick Trisha?" he said. Here we go I thought happily.

"Well," I said, either would be as good as the other I suppose, so it doesn't matter, but Leon has his own apartment, I don't think I would want them here. This is mine, yours and your dad's house isn't it?" I had loaded the gun and fired at him point blank!

"So it's Leon then, if he's up for it Trisha." He said.

"Oh he'll be up for it darling, haven't you seen the way he looks at me?" Careful girl, I told myself, don't make him jealous.



Bobby fell back laughing, "looks at you!" he roared, "you ought to hear what he says about you!"

My heart burst with glee, but I wanted to let Bobby think he was the man, let him see it through, his terms and all the rest of a young macho man's pride. I snuggled into him.

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"You okay with this Bobby, I wouldn't do it if you said no?"

"I think it's a great idea Trisha, what a way to go!" he hooted.

"I need to bump into him and have a chat hey?" he said. He got dressed, made a call, and off he went. It was on!

I went to sleep with a huge smile on my face and hope min my heart. Leon was black, who cared, I didn't, I had never had black before but I knew all about their reputations in the cock department. I was a blond, dirty blond yes, but blond never the less. We would see wouldn't we? If he turned Bobby down, I knew for a fact that Jason wouldn't he had made it perfectly clear what he would like to do with me. Maybe for later? I thought rudely.



Bobby came back two hours later, but his dad followed him in. He winked at me lasciviously. I kissed Ramana and I waited in agonising silence until Bobby told me what was going to happen, if anything was to happen at all. I had to wait until the following morning.

Bobby went crazy at me as soon as his dad had gone, even he out did himself. I know his excitement levels and they were over flowing by flood heights not achieved! It must be because of Leon and him?

When he had got his breath back, and I had regained my consciousness ha ha ha ha. He told me.

"Leon wants to do it Trisha, he can't wait, I saw his erection through his trousers!" He said excitedly.

I never said anything about that, I wanted to ask, 'is it a big one?' But kept my excited mouth shut.

"Okay, well I'm good with that, is there a timetable," I asked, sort of disinterestedly.

"Yes, how does tomorrow morning sound, his apartment at 10?" Bobby tweaked a nipple. I almost came.

"Wow," I whispered softly, I was going to have my dream fulfilled, well one of them anyway, the other one was to be triple teamed, but that could wait for now!

For the first time since Bobby had taken me I held him off my pussy and my ass, everything else was still open for business I told him, but those doors are shut until tomorrow I laughed. He agreed, and did behave himself.

In the morning I was as refreshed as I had ever been, I showered, did my hair and brushed it to a sheen, wore it down, parted in the middle, a little mascara to highlight my eyes, a little make up. I wore a simple flowing summer dress and high heels. And I had nothing on underneath, I wanted to be ready for what ever befell me this day!

Bobby wanted to fuck me right there and then in the hallway, but after a bit of pushing and shoving including giggling I kept him at bay. But I couldn't stop him pussy playing as I drove to Leon's. When we pulled up I took a deep breath, "here we are then," I said, "are you sure you are okay with this baby?" I asked him, already knowing what the answer was, but as I said, I wanted Bobby to have the control, even though it was only by my consent. He smiled rudely and nodded his head.

Leon greeted us, not taking his eyes off me, to set the seal, on the day and to kick it off in the way I wanted it to be kicked off on. I kissed him, I wrapped my arms around his thick black neck and gave him my best kiss, he stood there like a stunned statue!

Then Bobby was behind me, arms between Leon and I and cupping my burning hot tits.



"Come on, lets get the show on the road," he whispered huskily in my ear. I was dragged off and taken to Leon's bedroom where I was immediately on my back and a boy on either side of me, my arms were tucked under each of them and I was trapped, helpless, and deliciously defenceless! I wondered happily if they had decided all this between them, which ever, who ever it had been, it was good enough for me.

Both boys were up on one elbow, that meant there were two hands free to go and do what they wanted and where they liked. I felt like swooning, not only was I their captive, I was their willing submissive. I'm not sure how true that was because I was here on my own terms.

Both boys worked in unison, I was looking at them they were looking at me, and I was also looking down my body waiting for the first sign of action! It came in total surprise, each of them took hold of one side of my dress at the top and simply ripped it away, it split straight down the middle. Now my nakedness was open to all.



Fingers collected my nipples followed my mouths, teeth and tongues. My head went back, and then fingers were in my pussy, some on my clit, others deep inside. Then I was kissed, I had to open my eyes to see who it was, not knowing they had shut tight after their first onslaught.
It was Leon, his big thick soft brown lips covered mine, his tongue delved into my mouth. All of my sensitive places were getting it, lips, nipples, and two places of my pussy. Then somehow I was touching bare skin not cloth, they must be shedding clothes without me knowing it?

I was spun around on the bed; Leon got on top of me and rammed his black cock right up in me. I lost my breath, I was gasping for it, my head was hanging over the edge when my mouth was filled with cock, Bobby's cock. I was being double teamed at last, not the way yet I wanted it, not yet anyway. My idea of double teaming was me on my knees, cock in me from behind and one poking it's way down my throat from the front, wonderful!



I was in absolute heaven, being rammed by a brand new cock, black as well, Bobby was ravaging my nipples, his cock all the way down my throat, he knows when to pull out now to let me breathe, and was doing so admirably. Leon was pounding me, and biting my shoulders. What more can a sexy cock loving woman want, two very virile young men taking her the way they want to take her, no questions asked, no quarter given.

I had my first orgasm when Leon rammed all the way in and Bobby rammed all the way down. I was almost sure both cock heads met in the middle! I just lay there and tried to relax while they both got it on. Rag doll? You bet your fucking ass I was. Nothing could compare to this, well, that's until I got triple teamed, but that was for later.

Both boys dumped their loads in me, hot cum jetted up, and hot cum jetted down, what a feeling it was, fabulous. Leon fell away, Bobby got back on the bed. We all moved into the middle, well I was moved, they did it.



I let them recover then I went for Leon's cock, I wanted that hot sticky tool past my tonsils and that's where it went, I slid down him, Bobby immediately went for my back hole with his fingers. I manoeuvred myself into position to allow him to get them in me.

I slowly but surely started to get Leon back up, I reached behind me for Bobby, there were signs of green shoots reappearing! I got to my knees and deftly climbed over Leon, soon I was in the 69 spot. His cock was ram rod straight already, deep down my neck. Bobby was getting behind me, was this it, was this the time for me to be DP'd the way I wanted and desperately needed, and dying for to be DP'd?

It was! I had Leon's hips tight in my grasp as I demolished and devoured his beautiful thick black cock, there was no room left for any more in my mouth and throat. I felt Bobby getting behind me, if he does this right, I thought, I'll get both holes filled one after the other.

His wonderful well known prick entered me and sank all the way gloriously in. I felt his balls slap against my pussy lips and ass. I readied myself for the thumping thudding charge of Bobby behind me. He knew what I wanted. I felt Leon feel for my pussy with his mouth, I could feel the hair on his head scratching my inner thighs, I spread them a little to give him more access to me.



His long tongue hit home, if I could have bent my head I would have, it was excruciatingly blissful. He was hitting me, I was hitting him, and Bobby was banging me senseless. How any woman on this earth can deny this Then I don't know anything. It was a second in time when I felt my pussy empty and then my ass was stuffed full to the brim.

Now I was getting it proper, a long hot black cock down my throat, a beautiful tongue deep in my leaking pussy, and Bobby's cock decimating my rear end. Life could not get any better than this, never! I was on a mission via cumming, it was torrential, I could actually feel it sliding down my thighs. Bobby was making me give him more and more. Leon's tongue was working more than magic

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Leon suddenly shot his load just at the opportune moment, I was sliding back off him and a full load hit my tonsils. I sucked everything he had down my waiting willing neck. Then Bobby unleashed his. I felt my ass swell like never before. He pumped and pumped me full of cum. I went into a stupor, I didn't know where I was, all I knew was that I had just gone through the most wonderful act of sex that was possible. It was mind bendingly beautiful, and so so satisfying. I loved every long moment of it.



I regained my senses flat on my back, with both boys peering at me. The look of concern on their faces was so heart warming. They touched me softly, tenderly, lovingly. Then Bobby whispered it was time to go.

He helped me up aided by Leon. My dress was in tatters, but Leon loaned me a top coat, and I staggered out and to the car. Bobby had to drive home. I went straight into the bath for a good long soak, then went to bed with a strong word that I wasn't to be disturbed. "Tell your dad I am off colour and to please not wake me, I'm dead!" Bobby laughed, kissed me and said.

"You won't want today to happen again then will you?"

"Let me get over this and I'll let you know," I told him, kissed him back and went. I knew I would want to go again, but a week off was what I needed after my utter beating at the hands of these two mountain men! I also knew that things could get out of hand too. I made a mental note to discuss it all with Bobby, it may seem strange but I did not want to hurt or end my marriage to Ramana.



I would give it all up if that proved to be the case. I was just a wilful sex lover. But I also had control of my emotions, and if things looked like going 'tits up' (no pun intended) then I would go back to being me! I woke in the morning more stiff than I had ever felt in my life, Ramana was there next to me, I leaned in and cuddled him. How can you do this to him, I thought. I silently told him I loved him, and then looked forward to being banged soon by his son!



I got up with Ramana; he asked me if I was okay because I seemed to be limping. I almost laughed, 'you would be limping Ramana,' I told him in my head, 'if you had been through what I had been through yesterday.'

"I'm okay baby," I said, " I think I may have a touch of the flu?"

"Well have a good day Trisha take it easy," he said, as he kissed me goodbye.

"I will darling, I love you," I told him as he walked out of the door.

I locked it and went straight up to Bobby's room and got quietly into bed with him. He was asleep so I just curled my hand around his woman killing cock and waited for him to wake up. It was him who woke me, I had fallen asleep again. His cock was still in my hand but now it was its normal steel bar self. I climbed over him and sank my hot pussy straight down, I came almost immediately, I hardly moved on him.



I cried for some reason, whether it was the woman in me I didn't know. But I felt overcome with emotion, what had happened yesterday had had more of an effect on me than I had thought. The memory of it will stay with me for ever; no woman who loves sex as I do should ever pass up the opportunity to be done over by two very virile and active young men.

I had made love and been made love to by a black boy, and at the same time my husbands son had banged my pussy and then my ass. And I will cherish it for the rest of my life, I had achieved my dream of being DP'd, it was done!



Bit I also decided there and then that my 'travelling' days were over. When Bobby went to college I was going to be the housewife I was supposed to be. I belonged only to the two most important men in my life, my husband and his son. I would still be there for him when he came home, but now Ramana was going to be my focal point.

THE-END

[Billad980]

Nice Story Brother.. waiting for ur next Update..

[Delhidevil2021]

Nice Story Brother.. waiting for ur next Update..

Please write on Sharada Kapoor

[sunny21]

one on divyanka triparthi plzz

[Warrior]

Write on Syamala

[Delhidevil2021]

one on divyanka triparthi plzz

Please on Divyanka Tripathi

[Joker21]

I think you have forgotten our main leads
Shruti Hassan, Pooja Hegde,Regina, tapsee, illeana , hansika

[Krishan202]

Index:

Kreethi Suresh: Page 2,3,4,5
Lakshmi Menon: Page 2,3
Nayantara: Page 2 
Niveda Thomas: Page 3,4
Rashmika Mandanna: Page 5
Nithya Menon: Page 5,6
Rashi Khanna: Page 6,7
Namitha: Page 7
Hansika Motwani: Page 8,9
Meena : Page 8,9
Anushka Shetty: Page 9,10,11,23,24
Rambha: Page 10
Lavanya Tripathi: Page 11, 56
Pooja Hegde: Page 11,12,46
Mehreen Pirzada: Page 12
Sneha: Page 13
Anasuya Bhardwaj: Page 13,14
Charmi: Page 14,15
Pranitha Subhash: Page 15
Shruti Haasan: Page 16
Shriya Saran: Page 17,18
Catherine: Page 19
Amisha Patel: Page 19,20,21
Saumya Tandon: Page 21
Tabu : Page 21,22
Alia bhatt: Page 21,22
Parineeti Chopra: Page 22,23
Shraddha Kapoor : Page 23
Ramya Krishna: Page 23,24
Sonarika: Page 24,25
Kajal Agarwal: Page 25,26,27
NAYANTARA: Page 28
Disha Patani: Page 29
KAVYA: Page 30
Asin: Page 31
Roja: Page 32
Regina cassandra : Page 33,34
Raveena Tandon: Page 34,35
Kriti Sanon: Page 36
Samantha: Page 37
Sonakshi Sinha: Page 37,38
Kiara Advani: Page 39
Ileana D'Cruz: Page 40
Madhuri Dixit: Page 40,41
Shraddha Srinath: Page 41
Rakul preet singh: Page 42
Chitrangada Singh : Page 42
Malaika Arora: Page 43
Bhavana : Page 44
Anushka sharma: Page 45,46
Katrina Kaif : Page 47
Kareena Kapoor: Page 48
Priyanka Chopra: Page 49
Sukanya: Page 49
Aditi Rao Hydari: Page 50,51
Poonam Bajwa: Page 52
Monalisa : Page 53
Kajol: Page 53,54
Deepika Padukone: Page 54,55
Raasi: Page 55,56
Urvashi: Page 57
Tamanna : Page: 57,58
Hina Khan: Page 60,
Aishwarya Rai: Page 62,63
Anu Emmanuel: Page 64
Preity Zinta: Page 65
Kalyani Priyadarshan: Page 66,
Sai Pallavi: Page 66,67
Karisma Kapoor: Page 67,68
Megha akash: Page 69
Vidya Balan :Page 70,71
Mouni Roy: Page 71,72
Genelia D'souza: Page 72,73
Priyanka Arul: Page 73
Anupama Parameswaran: Page 74,75
Nabha Natesh: Page 75,76
Mahima : 76,77
Sushmita Sen: 78,79
Trisha Krishna: 79,80

Till now............

[sunny21]

divyanka plz

[Krishan202]

My name is Amala Paul. I am a simple and educated woman, living at a rural village . I am 28 years of age now and the mother of  young son is now, a 4 month baby. 




Having lost my daddy in my childhood, I was brought up by my mother, who worked hard in other people's houses to take care of my up-bringing. Luckily she was able to ensure that I was educated. I grew up in economically extremely difficult conditions. The only son of the richest Zamindar ( Landlord ) in our entire district, took a fancy for me. My mother was happy to get me quickly married to him, as his family did not ask for any dowry. We were married 3 years ago. My husband was a good man. He loved me deeply and we led a happily married life. But tragically, around nine months ago, when I was pregnant, my husband was killed in an automobile accident. Being pregnant, I went back to stay with my mother. But again tragedy struck. A month after my son was born, my mother died of a heart attack -- leaving me -- with no money and no place to go. I could not even go to work.



My father-in-law, Rangayya, a 71 year old man, was the richest man in our district. He was a widower, who lived in his palatial bungalow alone with tens of servants to take care of him and his needs. Despite his age, he was almost frightening in his physical appearance. He was very dark, very tall, muscular and with blood-shot eyes. Everyone was frightened of him, because of his cruel nature, arrogance, wealth and temper. He terrorised the whole district with his demands on everything belonging to others -- properties, fields, etc.

It was rumoured that he did not even spare the young wives, of labourers working in his fields. His labourers were very frightened of him. When my father-in-law instructed them to bring their wives to him at nights, they would meekly accompany their wives to his house, to satisfy his perversions and lust. It was rumoured that babies born to the wives of almost, half of the labourers working in his fields, were actually fathered by - my father-in-law!



Despite knowing all this, though I was totally terrified of my father-in-law, I had no option, but to visit his house and request him, to allow me to stay there. I reached my father-in-law's place in the evening and went to his drawing room, where he was watching television. I knocked on the door and he looked up. I cast my eyes down, touched his feet and said,

' Namasthey '

My father-in-law simply did not reply. Instead he stared at me for some time. Then his eyes slowly started roving all over my body. I could see lust in his eyes and was getting very un-comfortable with his staring. He was my father-in-law after-all! After a few minutes of staring, my father-in-law replied,



' Bahu ( daughter-in-law ), I am surprised to see you here and that too at this time '

I explained to my father-in-law, all my misfortunes and pleaded with him to allow me, to stay at his house. I told him that we would not be a burden, or disturb him in anyway. I explained to him, that I would do all the cooking in his house, along with other house-work, in return for his permission for us to stay there. 

My father-in-law again did not reply. Instead, he continued staring at my breasts openly for some time. After sometime, he replied,

' Bahu, if I understand you correctly, you wish me to help and you to stay here and take care of your needs. And in return, you will take care of my needs. Is it not? '



I said, ' Yes '

He called out for a servant and asked her to take my kid another room. She took the baby from my arms and led her away. After she had gone, my evil father-in-law got up from his chair, walked up to me, put his right arm over my shoulders and walked me to another large sofa. He sat and then to my shock, pulled me over to sit on his lap! His arm remained on my shoulder. With his left hand, he started softly touching my cheeks, lips etc. saying,

' Don't worry -- Bahu ( Daughter-in-law ), you are my only son's widow. It is my duty to take care of your children and especially, a young and healthy widow like you. I know that a beautiful woman like you, has needs. I shall keep you like a queen in this house and satisfy all your womanly needs. So just relax! '

So saying, he leaned and suddenly kissed me hard, over my lips -- thrusting his tongue into my mouth, while he began fondling my breasts, over the palloo of my saree. I was shocked beyond imagination. I knew that my father-in-law was a sex-crazy man. But never in my wildest of dreams had I imagined, that he would do such things to me. 



I was his daughter-in-law. His only son's widow. The mother of his grand-children! How could he even think of touching me like this? It was so shameful. I began struggling to get away from his grasp. After sometime, I managed to free myself, got up from the sofa, went to a far corner of the room and said,

'  what are you doing? Please do not do such things. I am your son's widow. I have always thought of you, as a father to me. What you did, is so wrong. I am a decent lady. No man except your son has ever touched me. Please do not do such things. It is so indecent. So sinful '



My father-in-law said, ' Bahu -- don't talk like an old lady! Yes - you are my daughter-in-law. So what? You are a young and healthy woman. You are a widow. I too am a widower and live all alone. You said that you would take care of my needs. So, what is the problem if I kiss you and fondle your lovely young breasts? '

I said, ' when I said that I shall take care of your needs, I meant that I shall take care of all the work in the house, so that you can live comfortably. Not such sinful deeds '

My father-in-law said, ' Bahu -- Don't make me laugh. I have tens of servants to take care of housework. That is not a problem for me. But being a man, I have other needs. The need of my cock. The need to chew upon your tender lips. The need to fondle, kiss and suck your luscious young breasts and nipples. The need to touch and play with your widowed cunt, which has been unused for 2 years now and the need to thrust my throbbing cock into it! '

I started crying and said, ' No, -- please do not say such vulgar things '



My father-in-law got irritated and said, ' Look, you little girl - let me be straight. Your lovely & delicately tender body has always excited me to make my cock erect. I have always wanted to caress, kiss and suck every part of your amazing body. Even when you were getting married to my son, I was fantasising on how I could enjoy your body '

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He continued crudely and shockingly, ' As a matter-of-fact, I had even seriously considered having you kidnapped and brought to my other bungalow, on your wedding day with your bridal clothes on, so that you could spend your wedding night with me - instead of my son. I wanted to have the pleasure of roughly tearing open, your virginity and seeing you bleed and scream with pain, when my cock was in the process of doing so. But then -- taking pity on my son, I did not do so '



He went on, ' And now that you are a widow, the opportunity has presented itself again. Let us come to a mutual agreement. Let us agree on taking care of each other's bodies. You are my daughter-in-law. I do not have any other family member. So, all my property will come to your children and you, after my death. You need not do any work here. You can live like a queen in this house. You can have whatever you wish - sarees, jewellery, clothes, delicious food, good education for my grand children. Whatever you wish. You will have tens of servants at your beck and call. Servants to take care of you and your children. You can relax & sleep during the day, watch television , go to movies, go shopping in the town, play with your children and be happy throughout the day '

He suddenly asked me, ' Did my son fuck you in your anus? '

I was shocked at his vulgarity and involuntarily almost screamed, ' No!!! Please don't say and ask such vulgar things, Baabuji! '



He continued, ' I want you to be clear now. If you wish me to take care of you and your children, you will have to agree to become my personal property. You will massage me, bathe me, dress me up, feed me and later will come to my bed-room to satisfy me in every way, as I fancy. You will be my mistress. My sex toy. I will fuck you with my strong cock, in every way and for any number of times that I wish, during every night. I will squeeze and play with your delicate and fleshy young body. I will fuck every part of you -- your mouth, your breasts, your tight cunt and even in your virgin anus '

He finally stated, ' If you follow exactly, what I have explained to you, then you can stay here as my daughter-in-law. If you do not agree, then you can leave now with your children. I shall legally cut out all of you from my properties. You will be on the street. For all you know, you may get bangd by hooligans on the street and may end up as a road-side prostitute. So, tell me -- what is your answer going to be? Yes, or no? Will you be agree to be my mistress, or do you wish to leave? '

I was shocked at his words! I was his daughter-in-law and yet, this horrible old man was so shamefully telling me things, that no father-in-law would ever say to a daughter-in-law. He did not even seem to care that I was his own son's widow. I began to cry.



Sobbingly I pleaded with him, ' Baabuji, what are you saying? Please do not say such things. I am your daughter-in-law. Please do not ask me such things. It is so wrong. So indecent. So sinful. But I understand your need for a woman. I will try and help you by finding a nice lady for you, so that you can get married to her and do all that you wish, with her. That would be the right thing to do. '

He angrily replied, ' Look Amala Paul, don't waste my time. I can get any woman that I want any time. I am interested in fucking you. Not any other woman. So don't give stupid lectures. I don't care about right and wrong and I don't care about sin. Just tell me -- do you agree to be my sex toy, or not? '

I again pleaded, ' Please . . . . . Baabuji . . . . .please do not make me do this '

He replied again, ' I am asking you for the last time -- yes, or no? If you again waste my time, I shall ask the servants to throw you out of my house now '

I was sobbing and crying hard. But I was also thinking. Where would I ? I had no money and no place to live. My father-in-law was right. If he did not allow us to stay at his house, I would have to stay on some foot-path with my children. And if I did so, as he stated, I would obviously get bangd, or even gang bangd. I would perhaps be forced by those gangs to become a prostitute. 

That made me frightened and think hard.  And if I did agree to my father-in-law's perversions, only my life would be ruined. At least my children would be safe and enjoy the luxuries that his wealth would provide them. They would also inherit his entire wealth. So, I decided then, to agree to my father-in-law's terms.

Sobbing, I told my father-in-law, ' OK -- Baabuji, I have no other option. So, I agree. You can do to me, whatever you wish! '



My evil father-in-law, started smiling happily. He said, ' That is better Amala Paul. Now you are being sensible. Don't worry. You take care of me and I will take care of all of you -- forever. After all you and your children, are my family. Now stop crying and wipe your tears '

I wiped my tears with my palloo and said, ' Baabuji, where do you wish me to keep our luggage and stay? '

He replied, ' Now that you are going to be my mistress, you can put your personal luggage in the bed-room, next to my own master bed-room and use that. The children can stay in the guest bed-room. I will arrange for 2 or 3 servant women to take care day and night. Especially at nights, as I do not want you to be disturbed or to start worrying about them, when you are being fucked by me '

He then came close to me, placed his hands on my breasts over the palloo of my saree, pumped them and said, ' Amala Paul, since your baby is only 4 months old, you must be breast feeding him. Is it not? '

Though I was feeling repulsive due to his hands over my breasts, I bore that and replied him, ' Yes Baabuji, I do breast feed my baby '

Fondling my breasts, he continued, ' Yes -- your lovely breasts look so large and full. I can feel in my palms that they are full with delicious & warm milk! '



So saying he pulled me close to him, and continued fondling my breasts. Due to his pressing, the milk from my nipples, started to ooze onto my bra, making it wet. I wanted to get away from him, as that was my baby's milk - which was getting wasted.

I said to him, ' Baabuji, can I go and feed my baby now? '

The evil man replied, ' No! Certainly not! I want the pleasure of sucking that warm and delicious milk, straight from your nipples, to-night. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk '

He asked me, ' Amala Paul, do you still have the saree, that you wore on your wedding night, with my son with you - now?

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji. I have it in my suitcase now '

He asked again, ' Did my son, break your virginity on the wedding night, or was it on some other night? '

I replied, ' I lost my virginity on my wedding night, Baabuji '

He said, ' Were you wearing your wedding night saree, when he first fucked you and tore your virginity? '

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji '

He said thoughtfully, ' God! How disappointed I am. How I wish I could have been the man who opened the seal of your virgin cunt - first. I would have enjoyed it so much '

He then called for some servant ladies. Two of them, Swathi and Varsha, came quietly to his room, quickly. I could see fear on their faces. They were the wives of his labourers in the fields and were made house-servants to serve in his house. He instructed them,

' This is Amala Paul Memsaab ( Madam ). She is my daughter-in-law and will be the mistress of this house-hold. You two will be her personal maids from today onwards. Tell everyone. Now listen to me carefully and do exactly what I tell you '

He continued, ' Tell Maya and Leela that their job from today is to look after the children. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk for tonight. From tomorrow the baby can be fed her breast milk. Take Memsaab to the dining room and feed her '

He went on, ' After her dinner, take Amala Paul Memsaab to her bed-room, next to my own bed-room. Help her un-pack her clothes. Give her a leisurely good bath, in warm scented water. Dry her delicate body with a nice soft towel. Be careful not to spill any of the milk in her breasts. Apply the most expensive perfume all over her body. Comb and plait her long and silky hair. Apply talcum powder and some soft make up, with a light pink lip-stick on her beautiful face. Though she is a ***** widow, yet - put a nice red bindi  on her fore-head and lots of flowers in her hair. Dress her up in a clean and attractive, bra and panty. Dress her up in a white petticoat. And then help her wear her saree. It should be the same saree, that she wore on her wedding night with my son, three years ago. Make sure that she looks exactly like a bride on her wedding night. At 10.00 p.m. sharp, bring her to my bed-room and leave her - in there '

The servant women looked at each other -- shocked and confused. That is because they knew that I was his daughter-in-law and yet -- were being instructed by my cruel father-in-law, to dress me up like a bride and take me to his bed-room at night. They could not believe that my father-in-law was going to use my body, like he did with all the wives of his labourers and workers!

Swathi and Varsha, quietly accompanied me to the dining room and served me a delicious dinner. They then took me to my allocated bed-room, which was a huge luxuriously furnished room. Varsha started un-packing my luggage. Both of them were quiet. Varsha went and filed the bath-tub. She poured some floral perfume into the water and got everything ready for my bath.

Swathi said, ' Memsaab ( Madam ), your bath is ready. Shall we give you a bath now? '

I politely replied, ' No Swathi. Thank you. I shall have my own bath '

Swathi nervously replied, ' Please ....... Memsaab ....... Your father-in-law has instructed us to give you a bath and dress you up. If he comes to know that we did not follow his instructions, then our husbands and us, will be in very deep trouble.

Varsha too nervously pleaded, ' Please ....... Please Memsaab ....... Allow us to do exactly what he has instructed us to do '



Looking at their fear and feeling pity on them I agreed. Both of them gave me a bath and dried my body. They applied perfume all over her body. They combed and plaited my long hair. They applied talcum powder and make up, with some lip-stick on my face. Then as instructed by my father-in-law, they put a large red bindi on my fore-head and lots of  flowers in my hair. They then helped me wear a white netted bra and a white cotton panty. They helped me wear a white petticoat.

Swathi asked me, ' Memsaab, can you show us which was the saree worn by you, on your wedding night with your late husband? '

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I pointed to my wedding night saree in the wardrobe. Both of them helped me wear my saree and the blouse. Then they adjusted my saree, blouse, my hair, the flowers on my hair, etc to be in the right position, so that I looked like a bride. As it is, I was only 28 years of age. So, I suppose though I was a widow , yet all this dressing and make up, did make me look like a real bride being readied for her wedding night!



Varsha said, ' Memsaab ....... It is only 9.30 p.m. now. Your father-in-law has instructed us to take you to his bed-room at 10.00 p.m. I think that we should wait now in this room itself '

I sat on the sofa. Swathi kept looking at me with pity and gradually asked me, ' Memsaab ....... Can I ask you something ....... If you don't mind? '

I said, ' Yes Swathi, go ahead '

She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Have you agreed to become your father-in-law's mistress, of your own accord, or has he threatened and forced you to agree? '

I hesitantly replied, ' I have been forced - Swathi '

She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Varsha and myself can see that you are a very decent lady. You are so young. Being the daughter-in-law of this house, we are sure that you must have earlier heard about your father-in-law's sinful life. So, why did you come here? We are surprised that you have come inviting trouble! '



I replied, ' I had no where else to go Swathi. I am a widow now. I have very young child. I do not have any brothers or sisters. My parents are dead. I do not have a house. So, my children and myself were completely stranded. I cannot even find work because my child was young. So, that is why, I was forced to come here. Only that, I never expected that my own father-in-law would lust for my body and force me to become his mistress! '

Swathi hesitantly said, ' Memsaab ....... I shall give you the bottle of hair-oil. Please carry it when we take you to your father-in-law's bed-room and keep it on the draw next to the bed, so that you can reach for it, when you need it '

I replied, ' Swathi, why would I need hair oil in his bed-room? '

Swathi kept silent and looked at Varsha. Both the women exchanged silent glances with each other.



I persisted, ' Come on Swathi. Tell me. I am a woman just like both of you. If there is something that I need to know, which would help me, then please tell me '

She hesitatingly said, ' Memsaab ....... You are going to be brutally bangd by your father-in-law, tonight. You are such a young girl. He can be extremely rough and violent, when he is at the peak of his lust. At such times, he will not care for your pain. So, in order for you to be able to bear the pain, at least you can plead with him to use the oil and if it is immediately reachable, he may even listen to you and use it. That is why, you will need the oil '

I was confused, ' Swathi, why would I be in so much pain, as you say? '

It was Varsha who cut in and replied, ' Oh Memsaab ....... Your father-in-law is ....... Aaah ....... Aaah Errr ....... simply too huge '

I was still confused, ' Varsha, please speak clearly. I still am not understanding '



Swathi then replied, ' Memsaab ....... You are too innocent. What Varsha means is that ....... The size of your father-in-law's organ is ....... un-believably huge and gigantic. It is too massive and powerful. None of the women here in our village, have ever seen, or experienced, such a mammoth male organ - ever - in our lives. His organ is almost like an elephant's organ -- when it is erect. It is colossal. His monstrous organ is almost 10 inches long and maybe around 3 to 4 inches in thickness - when it is raging with lust. His testicles are equally huge -- like tennis balls! We can actually feel their weight, while resting on our vagina, when he is roughly thrusting into us '

I exclaimed in shock, ' No!!!!! That cant be true. How would you know? '

She replied, ' Yes -- Memsaab. What we are saying is true. That is because, like he uses most women in our village, he has used Varsha and me many times - to satisfy his lust. So both of us have seen, experienced and even enjoyed his huge organ '

I was really shocked and said, ' Oh Varsha -- that is so shocking! '



After some time, Swathi said, ' Memsaab ....... It is almost 10.00 p.m. We have to take you to your father-in-law's bed-room. He will be waiting for you now '

Swathi covered my head with the palloo of my saree and pulled it over my face -- like a typical Indian bride. All three of us, entered the room. My father-in-law was sitting on a huge sofa in the bed-room. He was wearing a thin cotton kurta & a cotton dhoti. There was a bottle of alcohol and he was drinking. When he saw us entering, he stared at me again with lust. I was a nervous wreck by now. Swathi & Varsha led me slowly to the bed. They helped me to sit on the bed, like a typical bride -- with my face covered by the palloo of my saree. My father-in-law kept looking at me. He was drunk. The women went out, closing the door after them. I sat silently on the bed -- shivering with fear. My father-in-law kept sitting on the sofa, staring at me and continued his drinking for some more time. After sometime, he got up, came near my bed and sat close to me. I was shaking with fear.



He asked me, ' Amala Paul, is this the wedding saree that you wore, on your wedding night with my son? '

I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji '

He asked, ' Did my son, make you naked and then tear open your virginity, or did he do it with your saree on? '

I hesitated with shyness and fear. He said, ' Look little girl, when I ask a question in this house, I expect an immediate and frank answer. I do not like all this hesitation. It makes me angry '

I quickly replied, ' I was wearing this saree when it happened. Your son had pushed it up over my hips, when he did that '

He asked, ' Did it pain you a lot, when he tore your virginity? '

I replied, ' Yes Baabuji '

He asked, ' Did your cunt bleed a lot? '

I replied, ' Yes Baabuji '

He lifted the palloo of my saree from my face. He brought his face close to mine and started staring at me. He touched my lips with his palm and traced his palm over my cheeks and hair. He lightly kissed me on my lips.

He said, ' Amala Paul, you are so beautiful. What is your age now? '

I replied, ' I am 28 years of age, Baabuji '

He said, ' Do you know my age? '

I replied, ' I think you are 71 years of age, Baabuji '

He said, ' Yes. I am 71 years old. And here you are -- my beautiful 28 years aged daughter-in-law, on my bed, for my pleasure. I must say that I am lucky to have your young and healthy body, all to myself, for my pleasure. Don't you think so? '

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji '

He said, ' Amala Paul, get down from the bed and stand in front of me. I wish to see your beautiful body in your wedding saree '



I got down from the bed and stood shyly in front of him. He kept staring at me and then turned me around. He touched my long plaited hair and the flowers that I was wearing. He slowly again turned me around, to face him. He removed my saree palloo, to expose my breasts which were enclad in my bra and blouse. I stood before him with my head down, while he was staring at my breasts.

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He said, ' You have such lovely breasts. They look so enticing. So large, round and fleshy. Really beautiful. My cock has stood erect just by looking at them '




I did not reply. He then got up and removed his kurta. I glanced up. Though he was 71 years old, just like Swathi and Varsha had told me, he was extremely strong. He was very tall. Almost 6 feet & 4 inches. His chest was huge like a barrel. It was dark and very hairy -- with grey hair. His shoulders were rippling with muscles. He looked like a mountain -- standing beside me! That was because, compared to him, I was very short.

As he was wearing a thin cotton dhoti, I could clearly see that he was wearing a black coloured langoti , inside his dhoti. I was shocked to see his langoti stretched out completely, as if it was covering with difficulty, a large cricket bat! I could make out that he had a huge erection. I got completely frightened looking at the size of his erection. My father-in-law came behind me and hugged me. His huge erection was poking in between my buttocks, through my petticoat and saree. He caught my breasts from behind and started lightly fondling them, while pressing his erection into my buttocks.



He kissed and nibbled at the back of my neck, saying, ' Your young breasts are really heavy with milk, Amala Paul. Have you have safely stored all your delicious milk, for me? I hope that you did not feed some of the milk, to your baby? '

I replied shyly, ' No -- Baabuji. My baby was fed cow's milk, as you had instructed '

Fondling my breasts, he said, ' Good Bahu. I like you. You are a good daughter-in-law. You must do your duty to your father-in-law - by feeding your milk to me '

He then asked me, ' Bahu, after my son died, from how many men did you get fucked? '

I was shocked at his question. I replied, ' No -- Baabuji. I would never do such sinful things. My husband and I loved each other. Though your son is no more, I am still in love with him. I would never even think of letting another man touch me '

Caressing my hips, he asked me, ' Really? Does that mean that my son is the only man, who has fucked you in your life? '

I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji '

Pressing his erection further into me, he asked, ' What was the size of his erect cock? '

I said, ' I do not know Baabuji '

He said, ' Tell me the length and thickness, approximately -- Bahu '

I replied, ' Maybe around 5 inches in length and maybe around 1 inch in thickness '

Nibbling upon my earlobes, he asked, ' Did you enjoy, when my son fucked you? I mean, did you get your orgasms whenever he fucked you? '

I shyly replied, ' Sometimes Baabuji '



Pressing my buttocks over my saree, he asked, ' When was the last time he fucked you, Bahu? '

I replied, ' It was the night before his accident '

He came up to my front -- all the while staring at my body, pulled me close and kissed me -- pushing his tongue, deep into my mouth, while his hands were kneading my breasts over my blouse. Then, with his right hand, he started lifting my saree and petticoat, gradually exposing my thighs. His hands started roaming all over my thighs, right up to my panty. I was feeling so ashamed. He knelt in front of me and began licking and kissing my thighs. As his lust grew, he began biting my thighs. Gradually the intensity of his bites increased and they became painful. But I stood there silently, enduring his painful bites and his rough hands on my thighs, as I did not wish to put his mood off and make him angry. He then removed my saree and flung it on the sofa, leaving me, in my red blouse and white petticoat.



He said, ' Bahu, I am going not going to remove your petticoat. Though you are the mother of two children, yet, because your cunt is only used to the small cock of my son, it is possible that your cunt may bleed, when I tear it open to accommodate my massive cock. I wish to have the pleasure of seeing that blood on your petticoat! '

I was feeling so frightened. I kept silent. My father-in-law removed his dhoti. His black langoti was stretched to the limit, by his un-believably gigantic penis, which was raging erect with lust now. I was feeling so shy and ashamed to see my father-in-law, standing in his langoti, in front of me. My father-in-law then un-buttoned my blouse and removed it. I was now left only with my bra and petticoat! He again caressed my breasts over my bra, for a while. Then he lifted my petticoat from one side slightly, exposing a part of my left thigh and tucked it on my hips. He then made me sit on the bed and lay down on my lap. He pushed my bra up, to pull out my breast from under it. Due to all his touching and fondling, my nipples had got erect. I have very large and round black nipples -- which seem to have excited him! He immediately un-hooked my bra and flung it away.

Squeezing my nipples, he said, ' Bahu, you have dazzling breasts with such stunning nipples! I have never seen such out-standing nipples in my life - ever! '



He took one of my nipples in my mouth and happily began sucking my milk, while caressing my exposed thigh. He continued chewing upon my nipples, while sucking out the milk. He was swallowing the milk greedily, like some hungry baby! After emptying my left breast, he now caught my right nipple and started drinking my milk. I waited patiently, until he drank all the milk in both my breasts and made them empty! He then looked at me happily and smiled at me.

He said, ' Wow! Bahu, that was so delicious. Now that you are staying here, I shall come frequently to you, to drink this tasty milk of yours, whenever I am in the mood '

He then got up and stood in front of me. I was looking down shyly. He came close to me, bringing his huge organ in his langoti, near me.

He said, ' Bahu, what do you think of my cock? Is it nice? Is it not massive, as compared to my son? '

I was feeling so shy, that I did not respond. I kept looking down silently. He lifted my face to see his huge organ in the langoti.

He said, ' Bahu. Don't feel shy. Touch it. Feel it. Play with it. After all, it is going to tear open your little cunt in a short while now! Come on -- touch it! '

I still did not move or talk. He caught my hand and placed it on his mammoth organ. I was taken aback, at my first contact with his enormous organ. But, to keep him happy, I started daintily touching it, over his langoti.



He said, ' Bahu, don't be frightened. Remove my langoti and play with it. Don't worry, in a few days, like all the other women of this village, you too will love it '

Though I was feeling miserable at having to touch my own father-in-law's penis, as he was insistent, I bashfully untied his langoti. As his langoti became loose, his mammoth organ shot out towards me. I was bewildered to see such a gargantuan monster! His organ was simply un-believable. His pubic area was covered with thick, grey & curly hair. It was even more in size, than what the women had told me. It was about eleven inches in length and about three and a half inches in thickness. Several veins protruded from the sides running the full length of his cock from the base to the head. I could clearly see the veins on his penis, stretched taut, with lust.

The head of my father-in-law's penis was swollen. It was red and bulbous. Like the size of a large tomato! It was emitting a pungent, yet, sensuous smell. His testicles were huge. They were the size of tennis balls. His organ was wildly throbbing. It looked supremely powerful, as it majestically stood completely erect. I was horrified with fear, at the thought of how I would be able to accommodate such a bulky organ, in my comparatively tiny vagina! In my disbelief, I continued staring at it. Within a few moments, to my own surprise, I could feel wetness in my vagina! Though frightened, there was an involuntary feeling in me, of wanting to grasp and cuddle such a magnificent organ!

He said, " Bahu, I want you to suck my cock, right down your throat "

With a sigh of defeat, I watched as his hands snaked through my hair and pulled me close, positioning my head just where he wanted me. I nervously extended both my hands and clasped his penis. Slowly I pulled his foreskin down to fully expose his bulbous head. I stared at it for some time, in wonder. My hands went downwards to clutch his huge testicles. My father-in-law was gurgling with pleasure. I stroked his erect penis with my right hand, while softly grabbing and pumping his enormous testicles with my left palm. This continued for quite some time, while my father-in-law was relishing the pleasure that my hands were giving to his penis. His passion was rising. As I was massaging his organ with my hands, he caught my breasts and squeezed them roughly, tweaking my nipples very hard -- making me excited too. My vagina started watering all the more. I was sick with shame, that my own father-in-law's penis was exciting me and producing in me - sinful thoughts!



My father-in-law withdrew his penis from my mouth and said, ' Enough Bahu. I don't want to spill my semen in your mouth. I want to ejaculate them, deep into your widowed cunt. I am going to plant all my sperms in your widowed womb, tonight! '

I panicked. I said, ' Baabuji -- I am a widow. You can ravage me and take your pleasure from my body, as much as you like. But please wear a condom, when you are marauding my body. If I get pregnant, what will the village people say? Please wear a condom '