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[Ashwathama]

There was mad lust in my father-in-law's eyes. The speed of his strokes increased more. He was thrusting his penis deeper and deeper into me. I moaned whenever my father-in-law's bloated penis bumped against my delicate cervix. Gradually his organ head, began piercing through my deepest openings and spreading my cervical ring apart. I was panting. Both our bodies were covered in sweat. My father-in-law was relentless in propelling his organ into me. My body was swinging up and down with his thrusts. I gritted my teeth, as I felt my cervix surrender to his manly organ. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. As his engorged organ head forcefully drove itself through my cervix, there was a slight sound, as my cervical sphincter was forced apart. I stared at him with shock and gasped, as his mighty organ went through my cervix! I closed my eyes tightly, as it drove past my cervix, inching its way deep into my womb. With one forcefully violent shove, my father-in-law slammed the rest of his eleven inch penis into me, until his testicles slammed up against my swollen vaginal lips.




I stared at my father-in-law with wonder, on his astonishing manliness and kissed him. What an amazing lover! He had managed to push his organ right through my vagina, and through my cervix into my womb itself! I knew that very few men could ever do such a thing to a woman. He began pumping his penis deep in and out of my womb. It was rubbing against my sensitive nerve endings there! I closed my eyes closed and dug my hands into his muscular shoulders. Locking his mouth into mine, he kept brutally thrusting his majestic penis in and out of my womb. I braced my hands on his shoulders and grunted as his penis repeatedly ravaged my womb. I was in ecstasy and could feel my orgasm building up. I too started propelling my vagina upwards onto his penis, to meet his brutal thrusts into me. He noted that I was getting into my peak. He began to drive his penis all the more violently into my womb. My excitement was climbing rapidly. Sweat was pouring out from both of us and we were gasping with our lips locked on each other and his tongue deep in my mouth. My climax was building up faster and I could not control myself any longer. Finally my orgasm burst out of my vagina.



I yelped, "Appa, Appa, I am releasing - Aaaaah, Aaaaah!"

I let myself go completely and went on releasing my vaginal secretions. He went on viciously pumping in and out of my womb, when I was having my orgasm, making it more intense for me. My secretions began bubbling out of my vagina. I was completely out of breath. I threw my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth. My whole body was quivering and shaking. My father-in-law stopped thrusting. He stroked my hair and tenderly kissed me. We lay still, until my orgasm subsided and we could recover our breath. My father-in-law put his hands into my vagina to feel my secretions and juices. I shyly parted my thighs to allow him to feel me. Now that he made me get my orgasm, I could see that he wanted his. I caught his arm and pulled him to me.

Without another word, my father-in-law slammed his organ into my womb again. He again locked his mouth into mine and began riding me. He began cruelly thrusting his magnificent organ in and out of my womb. Gradually his speed increased. I put my hands on his shoulders and hugged him tightly. I grunted as his penis repeatedly ravaged my womb. I thrust my vagina upwards onto his penis, to meet his brutal thrusts into me. He began to impale his penis all the more violently into my womb. I wanted to feel his hot semen in my womb. He was sweating and gasping. I began squeezing my vagina as tight as possible, to give him more friction, as I thrust against him. I could guess that he was about to ejaculate his virile seeds directly onto my eggs. I could feel the head of his penis swell, all the more. I moaned deeply as it spread me even wider apart. And then at last, my father-in-law's mammoth organ began shaking with incredible force, and he murmured from his throat,



"Shyamala, I am going to ejaculate into your womb now - aaaaaah, aaaaaah!"

The first gush of his boiling hot semen tore right through into my womb. I felt his semen directly shoot into my eggs, deep in my womb. The sensitive linings of my womb were bathed in a shower hot sperms. My father-in-law must have blasted at least a quarter liter of hot sperms into my womb. I could feel their heat right through my vagina. He was breathless. After emptying himself into my womb, he collapsed on top of me. I hugged the amazing man to my breasts. My Father-in-law lay on me breathlessly for a long time. He then got up and stood.

I too got up and stood in the darkness. My father-in-law used his dhoti to wipe all the sweat from my body. Now that he has used me so thoroughly, I was proud to stand naked before my father-in-law displaying my body. I stood shamelessly before him, with my thighs apart, as his semen was still oozing in huge globs, out from my vagina over my thighs. He pushed his dhoti into my vagina to sponge out the leaking semen and cleaned my thighs. I used my saree to wipe all the sweat from his manly body. I then caught hold of his penis lovingly. I cuddled and caressed the magnificent organ like a pet. My father-in-law groaned in pleasure at my caressing. I knelt before him and lovingly licked and sucked off all the semen from his penis. I then licked his testicles and his pubic hair, to make him clean. My father-in-law helped me to wear my bra and lovingly hooked it up for me. He then helped me wear my petticoat and saree. He then ran his fingers through my hair to smoothen them out. I tied my hair in a bun. My father-in-law wore his dhoti and kurta.



He looked at me admiringly in the darkness, for a long time. I bashfully stood before him. Both of us were feeling shy at what had happened between us. I understood that he was feeling guilty now on what he had done to me. After all I was his daughter-in-law! His own son's wife. I wanted him to be happy. Not to feel guilty. We stood in silence looking at each other, not knowing what to do, or say. Though he was ready to leave, he was very reluctant to do so. I too did not want him to leave. I wanted to remain with this incredible hunk of a man. He was like a magnet to me. Though he had completely satisfied me, yet, I wanted more of him. There was a kind of electric current passing between us. I felt like hugging him and kissing him. I felt like once again taking his mind-boggling organ and kissing it all over again. As he was so hesitant, I went and stood close to him. He still did not move. So, I encircled his neck with my arms and hugged him tightly. I pressed my face against his barrel chest. He lifted my face and tenderly kissed me. We stood in the pitch darkness, hugging and kissing each other silently.



I shyly whispered, "Appa, I shall not latch the door from inside - just in case you feel lonely at night and wish to see me."

He stared at me and quietly said, "You want me to come and visit you in the night, Shyamala?"

I replied, "Yes Appa, after what has happened tonight, I shall be waiting for you each night, that your son and I are here."

He smiled at me and walked back to his room. I lay down on the mattress, fully contented, thinking of what happened between us. I was happy that my father-in-law was going to come back to me the next night. I thought about what he would do to me with anticipation.



THE-END

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[Krishan202]

The aftermath of my late-night game session with my friends was everywhere. There were snack bags all over my room, and the computer monitor glowed a pale grey in the distance. There was a pile of sleeping bags on the floor, and, inside them, my friends. There was a subtle knock on my door, it must have been what woke me up in the first place.


"Come in," I said hoarsely as I searched from my glasses with my fingertips. I sat up slowly, slipping the black plastic frames onto the bridge of my nose. On the floor the two sleeping bags stirred as my friends, Chandu and Dathu, slowly woke up. The door opened slowly, flooding my room with light as my stepmom, Divyanka Tripathi, stepped into the room.



"It's almost noon," she said matter-of-factly. She stepped over Dathu's sleeping bag and stood by my bed, her hands on her hips. She wore jeans and a tank top with wide, horizontal stripes. I tried not to stare, but the stripes outlined the curve of her ample breasts. She was Hot, with an athletic build, but she had spectacular tits. I know I should not have noticed, but hormones dictated otherwise. "I know it's Saturday, but I'm not letting you sleep all day."

"All right," I said, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. She laughed. Behind her Chandu and Dathu sat up, shaking their heads and slowly waking up.

"Can you boys clear out early?" she asked kindly. She then leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. Her short hair flopped in front of her eyes and she brushed it aside as she spoke. "Anita's coming over to use our shower. She has repairmen working on her water lines. I don't care if you stay, but thing one and thing two have to go." As she leaned in to whisper I stared at her cleavage, at the tan bra that pushed her tits together, for as long as I dared. She stood up and left swiftly, saying a kind goodbye to Chandu and Dathu. When I looked over at them, they were grinning.

"What?" I asked.



"I was just checking out your stepmom's ass," Dathu said in a whisper. "So, so nice, my friend."

"Shut up," I groaned. This was a perennial topic. Chandu and Dathu had been my friends forever, and they had been ogling Divyanka since we had discovered girls. When my dad passed away when I was 14, Divyanka and I were the only family we had, and I found my friends' newfound lust for her disturbing. Over time, I got used to it. And one day, out of the blue, I looked at her and something primal stirred inside me. It was summer, when I was 16, and she was bending over, looking for something in the refrigerator. I remember getting hard, my face flush at my instinctual reaction.

At first I avoided it, then wallowed in guilt over it. She was my stepmother, and while my father had married a much younger woman, I felt guilty over my attraction to her. Finally I looked at it as biological instinct, that it was normal to appreciate a woman with a body like hers. And now, in my last semester of high school, it was second nature for me to appreciate the view.



Dathu and Chandu left, but not after making a few more comments about Divyanka. It aggravated me, even though I secretly agreed with them. From her eyes, to her freckles and long, curly hair, she was adorable. Part of me was aggravated with them for being so immature, and part of me was territorial and jealous that they were even looking at her.

Divyanka was downstairs in the kitchen when I headed down to get some food. She looked at me and smiled as I grabbed some breakfast.

"I'm going to be gone for a while, I've got things to do until around four today," she said casually. "Can you let Anita in, and stick around if she needs anything?"

"Sure," I said. I liked Anita. She was my mom's closest friend. They met in our  singles group.  Anita was curvy, with enormous tits and a big ass. She wasn't fat but was built like a renaissance statue. The idea of her stopping by did not seem like a bad idea to me.



Anita rang the doorbell shortly after Divyanka left. She was waiting, gym bag under her arm, as I opened the door.

"Hey, Abhi," she said as I let her in. "Thanks for letting me use your shower. This no hot water thing is torture."

"I bet," I said, getting a decent look at her bubble butt. She wore sweatpants and a zippered jacket, her hair in a messy bun that cascaded into loose curls. Her jacket was loose, and she was clearly disheveled. Her jacket was unzipped partway, revealing considerable cleavage. I wasn't sure if she was aware how much she was showing.

It was clear she had nothing on under the jacket, and I felt my dick growing in my shorts, threatening to draw attention to itself.



"I look like a mess," she said apologetically. "Sorry."

"You look great," I said, feeling myself blush. She smiled, and I struggled to keep my eyes off her tits.

"I thought I might use your mom's bathroom, if that's fine with you," she said. "But she mentioned there's a trick to it."

"Oh, yeah, there is," I said. "The glass door latch is weird. I was supposed to fix it, but I keep forgetting."

"Can you show me?" she said with a smile. "I don't want to dump water all over her bathroom floor."

"Sure," I said. I led the way up the stairs and down the hall to Divyanka's room. She had the master suite, with a spacious bathroom and a glass-walled shower. "You have the lift the latch as you pull it, or it won't catch," I said, demonstrating it.

She nodded, and pulled her bun down, letting her long hair fall down her shoulders. She stepped past me and turned on the hot water, feeling how cold it was.

"It takes a few minutes to get hot," I said.

"Okay," she said. I noticed her zipper had moved a few inches down on her jacket. She definitely had nothing on underneath it. The zipper was now halfway down, and I could see the entirety of her cleavage. If it went lower, I'd see her belly button. I wondered if she unzipped it on purpose or it had just slipped down. We made eye contact and I was self-conscious about the erection straining against my shorts. I hoped she hadn't noticed.



She crouched down to dig her shampoo and lotions out of her bag. Her sweatpants rode low on her hips, and I could see several inches of her bare ass. I guessed that she had nothing on underneath. The idea that she was in such a state of undress made my dick ache.

"If you need anything, just call me," I added. She smiled, and I shut the door. I headed down the hall, sitting on my bed. I could feel my heart racing and my dick throbbing. I wanted to relieve the tension, but I was worried she might finish her shower before I was done. I was already really aroused, I didn't want to get even more so if she finished before I had come.

Moments later I heard Anita call my name. I stood up, adjusting my erection and hurried down the hall. I knocked, hearing water running.

"Come in," she called out.

I hesitated, but she called my name again, so I slowly opened the door. The room was flooded with steam, the mirrors opaque with fog. The shower doors were frosted over, but I could see the shape of Anita's nude body behind the blurry glass. I felt myself harden looking at her curves. This was the closest I had been to a naked woman. Even behind heavily fogged glass, the view was breathtaking.



"That latch is stuck, and my towel is on the counter she called out. Can you throw it over the shower wall, and then open this door for me?"

"Um, yeah, sure," I said, trying to keep my nerves out of my voice. I tossed her towel over the edge, sending steam swirling about her, revealing more of her shape as she shut off the water. She wrapped the towel around her midsection as I approached the door. The handle was slick from condensation, and I lifted the door slightly and pulled the latch. The door pulled open smoothly, and I stepped back to let Anita out.

"You're a real hero," she teased, stepping past me. She grabbed a second towel and wrapped her hair up in it. The towel around her body clung to her curves, her tits practically spilled out of the top of it. I took in the sights as long as I dared before turning to leave. I headed down the hall, my dick throbbing in my shorts. I was planning on jerking off the moment she started her engine downstairs. I sat at my desk, my mind tracing every curve, the line of cleavage that almost popped out of her towel, every inch of her. I was lost in my reverie when she knocked on the door frame.

"Hey," she said. She was leaning against the open door, still in her towel. Her hair was damp, falling around her shoulders. "You didn't have to run off."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry, I guess. I thought you'd want some privacy."



"No," she said simply. She stepped into my room. I turned my chair to face her. She walked right up to me, a look of determination on her face, laced with a grin. She was inches from me when she suddenly straddled my thigh. Her body was damp against the leg of my jeans. I had never been this close to a woman with this little amount of clothing on her. I tried to form words but before I could burst through my general confusion she kissed me.

As her tongue entered my mouth I was still trying to register what was happening. She pressed against me, the chair back falling back into the desk. My hands, on autopilot, touched her legs. I realized she was grinding against my leg, rubbing against my jeans, her breath coming in bursts as we kissed. I let instinct take over from the shock, and my hands slid up her legs, under the towel, and grabbed her ass.

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She ground harder against me as I felt her ass with both hands. She threw her head back, the towel coming loose and showing most of her tits. I felt her body shudder as she came, her pussy grinding against my jeans. She kept rubbing, the towel slipping down more, until I grabbed the fabric with one hand and let it fall off her. She pressed against me, naked, grinding against my thigh as she buried her face against my shoulder. I gripped her ass harder and she rode me, until she cried out, her whole body tensing up and then releasing. She leaned against me, breathing hard, her muscles loose and her body still.



"Oh, god," she whispered in my ear. She sat up, finally giving me a full view of her tits and the triangle of bushy pubic hair pressed against my jeans. She got off me, a trail of her wetness dripping onto the wet spot she made on my jeans. She pulled me up, kissing me as I stood up. My hands found her tits as her hands slid down and worked my belt buckle. She deftly opened my jeans and reached down with her left hand, grasping my member and stroking it gently. She backed toward the bed, gently guiding me with the hand wrapped around my throbbing erection.

We were silent as she pushed me back onto the bed. She pulled down my jeans, stripping them off of me before climbing over me. She kissed me, her tits pressed against my chest, as the damp hair between her legs ticked the head of my dick. I ran my hands down her back, over her ass, gripping her gently as she kissed me. Suddenly, with a flourish, she sat up, straddling me. Her pussy dripped onto my dick in anticipation.



She took my erection in her hand, gently guiding my dick upward as she sank onto it. I could feel her pussy lips part as the softest, wettest, warmest sensation I've ever experienced took over me. She impaled herself on me, pausing as I slid into her completely. Slowly, almost painfully slow, she raised up and lowered herself, savoring the sensation as I filled her repeatedly. I was beside myself and gripped her ass as she started to ride me fast, grinding against me. Her tits swayed with the rocking motion of her hips, beads of sweat glistening on her stomach.



She came a third time, her pussy gripping me as her orgasm reached its peak. I gasped, thrusting upward like an animal, lifting her upward as I exploded inside her. She gasped as she felt my orgasm merge with hers, my dick pumping into her. She fell on top of me, laughing as our bodies gave in and a wave of pleasure overtook us both. I kept pulsing, filling her with cum as we lay there in silence. Finally spend, she crawled off of me, leaving a trail of cum dripping out of her and onto my thigh. She stood up, picking up the towel and giving me a view of her from behind. I was still on the bed, breathing hard, my first sexual encounter with a woman leaving my mind blank. She leaned over, tits heaving, and gave me kiss.



"I really needed that," she said. She looked me over as I lay there, panting. She bent over and kissed me, her tits dragging across my shirt as she moved lower and kissed the shaft of my dick. I was covered in her wetness and my semen, which spread over her lips as she kissed my flaccid member over and over. She ran her tongue up and down it, and slowly it came back to life. She then sat up, stroking me as she wiped her mouth.

"I guess I need a little more," she said with a giggle. She stroked me until I was completely hard, and then crawled onto the bed. She put her shoulders down, head to the side, and raised her ass in the air. She parted her legs slightly, and her pussy dripped a mixture of wetness and cum as she waited.

I got up behind her on my knees, my hands shaking a little from the excitement. The view was marvelous as I approached her. I slid the head of my dick against her Pussy until it popped in an inch. She gasped loudly, and I penetrated her fully.

"That's it," she said. "Go deep."



I obliged, thrusting into her. She was beside herself, her pussy tightening as I kept thrusting, my hips slapping her ass and making it jiggle. She came, crying out as I kept going, her voice deep and throaty as she moaned. I was self-conscious about all the noise, but no one was home, so I kept going. She came a fifth time, her pussy contracting even harder, and I finally lost it. While less intense, my second orgasm was still powerful, and I emptied what cum I had left into her as I pushed as deep as I could. I pulled out of her, my cum rushing out in a torrent. She sat down on the bed next to me, her chest heaving.

"The benefits of youth," she said sweetly to me as she kissed me on the cheek. I stood up, a river of cum running down her thigh. She wiped it off with the towel she had worn.



"See you later," she said sweetly, and left the room. Minutes later I heard her car engine, the need for me to relieve my sexual tension long gone. I lay on the bed for some time. I felt like my nerves were rewiring themselves; everything felt different. The bed sheets on my skin, the dried cum all over my dick, the air from my fan blowing over me; it was all new. Finally, after an hour, I sat up. My muscles felt like they had never been used before. I was figuring out a whole new sensory experience after having fucked—or, really, having gotten fucked by—Anita. I looked in the mirror, my dick slowly regaining some vigor as I played the morning over in my head. Soon my dick was throbbing, but the idea of jerking off so soon seemed like a waste. Instead, I got a new pair of jeans out of the dresser and headed downstairs.

When Divyanka came home I was reading a book on the couch. I had resisted the urge to jerk off but thinking about Anita all day had kept me hard and leaking pre-cum all over the inside of my jeans. She dropped her bag on the table and set next to me on the couch.

"Big day?" she asked casually.



"No," I said quickly, then added, "I mean, not really."

"Cool," she said, nodding. "Hey, Anita sent me a text; she says you were very sweet and helped her out."

"Oh," I said, "yeah. It was no big deal."

Divyanka shifted in her seat, turning to face me. She threw her legs across mine, something she had done a hundred times. I jumped from the contact, and she laughed.

"Why so twitchy?" she teased.

"No reason," I said a little too defensively.

"Alright," she said, waving her hand. She looked at me. "I just thought you'd be more relaxed."

"What's that mean?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to work out what she meant.



"Oh, nothing," she said dismissively. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

"Wait," I said, sitting up. She withdrew her legs and stood up. "What did you mean, you thought I'd be relaxed?"

Divyanka blushed, turning to the window to avoid making eye contact. I stood up, a feeling of dread rising up inside me. "Oh, you know," she said. "Just because, I guess, maybe helping out Anita wasn't such a bad thing...you know." She raised her eyebrows, leading me to the logical conclusion that she knew.

"I mean," she said, now talking from nerves more than anything else, "I'm not mad or anything. You're an adult, so what do I care if my friend comes over and you two...you know."



"You knew?" I said, my voice raising. "Did you know beforehand?"

"Um...yeah," she said, not meeting my eyes. In a low voice she added, "it was sort of my idea."

"What?" I said, my hands gesturing as I spoke. "You set me up with your friend?"

"I thought you wouldn't mind," Divyanka said. "I mean, I've seen you look at her."

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"Yes, but didn't you think you should maybe ask me?" I said, my temper flaring.


"I don't know why you are getting so mad," she said defensively. "I mean, you just got some."

She hit a nerve. "Yeah, I did. But if I was a girl, and you were my stepdad, and sent one of your guy friends over to fuck me, would that be okay?"

I had hit a nerve in return, it seemed, because she threw her hands up. "Oh my god, I get you some action, while helping out a friend, and you flip out! I mean, she's been climbing the walls, needing it, and I thought you'd be more than happy to help. It's not like it was your first time, I'm sure."



I said nothing, and the realization crept across her face. "Shit," she said. "I thought...I always assumed by now you had..." She sat down. "I should have asked you first."

"Yeah, you should have," I said bitterly. "And now I can always remember that my first time was with my stepmom's best friend, because she needed to get laid and my stepmom lent me out."

My words hit her like a slap in the face. "I didn't mean it to be like this. I thought you'd enjoy yourself, get some from a hot woman. I didn't know it was your first time. And I should have talked to you first, asked you if you would have wanted to. I'll...I'll do anything to make it up to you. Name it, and it's yours."

"How about a blowjob?" I said, my voice full of acid.



I said the words to sting, and they did. The tears already welling in her eyes started to spill down her cheeks. She said nothing, but stormed passed me, rage etched in her features, as she grabbed her purse and left the house. I heard the door slam and I sat down hard on the couch, my heart hammering in my chest.

I had meant to hurt her with those word, to turn the situation around on her, but I still felt guilty for having said them. On one hand, I had enjoyed Anita, but I was still humiliated that my stepmom set the whole thing up. I bet Anita's shower worked just fine. I sat around fuming for a while, then went and showered for a long time. I thought about Anita but then I kept getting mad about Divyanka, and finally left the house to get something to eat. When I returned Divyanka still wasn't home. Finally, still mad, I went up to my room and played video games, trying to get my mind off of everything.

Around eleven at night Divyanka knocked on my door. I said nothing as she slipped into the room. She looked like she had been crying a long time. Despite what she did, she was my stepmom, the only family I had. My anger at having been set up ebbed, and I felt like I needed to offer an olive branch.



"Listen, about what I said," I began, but she interrupted me.

"I'll do it," she said, walking across the room and sitting on the floor across from me. When it was clear to her I didn't understand, she continued. "A blowjob. I'll do it. I humiliated you and...and it's fair."
"Divyanka, really, I didn't mean it," I said, not really processing what she was saying.

"No, listen to me," she said. "I did something pretty terrible. You're right, everything you said was right. Even if it wasn't your first time, it was callous of me just to assume you'd be ready to go, even if Anita said you didn't hesitate," she laughed, but grew serious. She paused, straightening her posture. "So, I'm going to give you a blowjob, as a way of saying I'm sorry."



"Divyanka," I said, "you're upset," but again she cut of me off.

"What I did was demeaning and unfair. So I'm going to do what you suggested. Maybe your dick in my mouth will make up for what I did."

I had never heard her talk like this. "You're serious, aren't you?" I said.

She nodded. "Yes, dead serious. I owe you a blowjob."

"Right now?" I said, as my voice cracked.

"No," she said, laughing. "In a few days. I need to mentally prepare for it."

"Then don't do it," I said.

"Oh, I'm going to do it. When I put my mind to something, I don't back down. But even though I owe you this blowjob, and I'm doing it willingly, you have to grant me a few days of processing what I'm about to do to my stepson, okay?"



"Okay," I said. She was tired and upset. I knew she didn't mean it, so I agreed to let her process things. Tomorrow, I was sure, she'd tell me she had not meant it, and I would tell it that it was all okay.

She stood up, smoothing out her wrinkles in her jeans. "And don't think I'm going to change my mind." She bent forward and kissed the top of my head, her cleavage in my face. My dick twitched to life, and then roared to attention as I thought about what she actually said. She walked out of the room, pausing to say goodnight before disappearing down the hall.

I woke up late, having stayed up late thinking about the day's events. I abstained from jerking off, even though I desperately wanted to. I still expected Divyanka to come to her senses, or at the very least back out in a panic, but the idea of touching myself still paled in comparison to Anita fucking me or the thrill of Divyanka's suggestion. Even though I knew she hadn't meant it, the idea that she would even propose such a bargain was pretty erotic. I wondered, if she was serious, if I could go through with it. Less than ten seconds of contemplation told me that, yes, without a doubt, I could. I got dressed in the jeans Anita rubbed up against and headed downstairs. Divyanka was up, bustling about the house as she always did when she wasn't working.

"Good morning," I said, stretching.

"Good morning," she replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're not still raging mad at me. I'm really sorry about what I did."



"Let's not rehash it," I said kindly. "Thank you for apologizing."

She smiled back. "Thank you for accepting it," she replied. She came around the counter wearing a tank top and short khaki shorts. While Divyanka's tits were the main attraction, she did have a cute butt, which was rare on women as tall and slender as she. I appreciated her toned legs a lot and was glad to see her in shorts. My dick twitched, reminding me of her bargain. "I'm guessing you've come to your senses about the blowjob you offered me last night?"

"If you don't want one, then say so, because I've made up my mind and I'm going to do it. In a few days, if that fits your schedule." She laughed, tossing her bangs to the side with a flip of her head.



"Oh," I said. "I didn't think you were really going to ..."

"Suck your dick?" she said each word separately, letting the words hang in the air with a wave of her hand. "Of course, I am. I've never backed away from a promise, sexual or otherwise."

"Do you have a history of making sexual bargains?"

"No," she said simply with a shrug. "I mean, once or twice, sure. But never to gain anything. More often than not it's because I lost a bet or something. Like the time I made a bet with my friend in college. He'd been wanting and scheming to get me into bed for years. And we made a bet during the playoff game that his team would beat mine. The deal was that if my team won, he'd paint my apartment. And if his team won, we'd do it once. And we had a party to watch the game. As the score went toward his favor I admit I got pretty wet. With all of our friends there, it got me even wetter. I knew by halftime it was over, so I took him back to my bedroom and let him take me from behind, you know, doggy style."



To hear Divyanka talk about sex like this, so frankly and explicitly, had me hard. She continued, as if this was as normal as talking about her work day.

"It wasn't great, the sex, that is. I mean, I entered into it willingly, that's not what I was implying. But he was really bad at it. At least he was quick. The worst part was that the fourth quarter turned around and my team won. So he got some for no reason. That's what I get for jumping the gun."

"Wow, that's...um, kind of crazy. And hot."

"Thanks," she smirked. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Clearly," I said.

She looked down at my pants, and saw the erection straining underneath. "Enjoy the story?"

I blushed, but she continued, "Oh, come off it, Abhi. I understand how those things work. Besides, that thing is going to be in my face soon, so why be embarrassed."

I paused, then said, "I guess I didn't think about that. You're going to actually see it."



"That's how it usually works," she said with a laugh. "Unless you want it totally in the dark."

"No," I blurted out.

She laughed. "I didn't think so. Any other ground rules we need to set before the deed?"

"Well, okay," I said. "Naked or clothed?"

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"Clothed," she said firmly.

"Eye contact?"

"Sure," she said with a wink.



"Do I have to warn you before I come."

"Nah, most of the time I don't get a warning. I mean, I can usually tell when it's about to happen anyway."

"Swallow?" I asked hesitantly. She paused, biting her lip, contemplating her response.

"I owe you," she said. "So I'll swallow, or try to, anyway. Deal?" She extended her hand.

"Deal," I said, shaking it. "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Oh, believe it," she said with a grin. "Since I ruined your first time, and all."



"Well, I mean, doing it with Anita wasn't horrible," I said. "Actually, it was pretty nice." I worried that telling her that would ruin my chance at a blowjob.

"I still should have just asked you if you'd be willing. So, I still owe you. By the way, Anita was very, very complimentary."

"Really?" I said, blushing.

"She didn't go into too much detail, but let's just say she had a great time. Several times."

"Yeah," I said, not meeting her eyes. "It was pretty intense."

"But I really am sorry," she said. "The BJ is just part of making amends."

"Part?" I said.

"Sure," She said, standing up. "I know you like it when I wear shorts around the house, so I wore them." She turned once, giving me a good view of her ass. Her shorts were so small that the bottom of her firm butt almost peeked out from them. She sat back down with a flourish, her long legs propped up on the coffee table.



"And before you ask how I know," she continued, "I'll just tell you right away that it's pretty obvious that you walk around with an erection all day. I know it isn't always because of me, but I figure, at least some of time, it must be right? That's why I guessed that Anita might get lucky with you, I knew you weren't afraid of elder women."

"You're not that old," I said quickly.

She laughed. "True, but old enough. And to continue my reparations, let's watch a movie tonight, your pick. We can even watch that French one you're so fond of, the one you kept sneaking up to your room when you were younger."

I stammered a reply, but she just laughed and continued. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen it before, it's pretty steamy. And since you and I share laundry duty I know what you do all night. Don't worry about it. We all get ourselves off, right?"

"You do?" I asked.



"I do," she said simply. "Everyone does, unless they are lying about it. It's just easier for us girls to conceal the evidence, and whether or not we're aroused. You poor guys have to walk about with tent poles in your pants." She eyed my erection again and stretched.

"Well, now that we've set the ground rules, I'm heading out for a while. I'm cooking your favorite dinner tonight." She leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head. She left the room, and moments later I heard her pull out of the driveway.

I didn't wait to go upstairs. I had unzipped my jeans and freed my dick immediately. It was rock hard, pulsing, and dripping pre-cum. I ran my hand up and down the shaft slowly, using my own arousal as lubrication. My mind was buzzing, unable to focus, and I was halfway to an orgasm when I let go violently. I did not want to come, not yet. I want to build up, to really explode for her. I let my orgasm fade away and began again, stroking in earnest but stopping short of coming. I did this three more times, until I was in agony, and then got out of bed. I walked around the house naked and did some chores, my dick throbbing and dripping pre-cum everywhere. I was thankful for tile floors. When my dick finally shrank down I started to stroke it again, building myself up and stopping. Finally, after hours of getting close, I stopped altogether, and let everything subside and got dressed.



When Divyanka came home I was on edge. I felt a dull ache in my pants, half pleasurable, half uncomfortable. She still had her tiny shorts and tank top on, and she cooked me my favorite dinner, drinking white wine in the kitchen as she cooked. I sat with her, enjoying talking to her and enjoying the view. After dinner she pulled out the French movie I had snuck up to my room so many times. She grinned as put it on, dbanging her legs across me as she always did. I was a little jumpy, and my erection had me leaking more pre-cum than usual. The movie was about a young man discovering sex with his neighbor, and then her mother. It was very erotic, with enough full frontal to be enticing to a teenager. I still found it thrilling to watch.

"This is pretty steamy," she said lazily. She shifted a little, her leg moving up my thigh. I twitched, and rested my arm on her calf to keep her from accidentally bumping my erection. On screen, the young man was talking to his neighbor's mother, her flirtation obvious. In a few minutes she'd invite him inside, and then unbutton her blouse a few buttons when he isn't looking. The would end in a sex scene that usually got me off.

"I can't believe we even bought this movie," she said. "It's so raunchy."



"I don't mind it," I said. I knew there was a scene later in the movie where he gets a blowjob from the neighbor's mom, and I wondered if she remembered that scene. "Do you think it's weird?"

"The movie," she asked. "No, just a little silly."

"I meant the BJ," I said. "I mean, you're my stepmom."

"Ah," she said, adjusting her head to look at me. "I see what you mean. No, not really. If you can keep a secret, I've done worse. My sister and I borrowed our stepbrother's car when he came home from college one year. And we wrecked his car. It wasn't totaled, but he'd have to go back to college without it for a while. He was pretty mad but didn't let us know. I felt really bad. And so, after a night of drinking a little too much, I offered him a Handjob to repay what we did to his car. I thought he'd say no, but he went for it, so I went down on him.



"What I didn't know is that my sister  had the same idea, but when she brought it up to him the next day, I guess I had given him so much confidence that he talked her into going all the way. So, while all I did was a BJ, she got taken from behind over the kitchen table. I guess I got off easier, so to speak." She laughed at her little joke, and then turned back to the movie as if what she had just told me was as mundane as a shopping list.

I had missed the first sex scene, but I didn't care. Hearing Divyanka tell me that story had my dick and heart throbbing. To know she had sucked her stepbrother, had broken some kind of societal norm, and had at least twice used sex as a tool, made me view her in a different light. Part of me—most of me actual—expected her to change her mind. I was, until that point—convinced that the blowjob was probably not happening. But now that uncertainty was gone, and I was nervous.

The movie continued, but Divyanka fell asleep, her legs dbangd on me still. The movie ended with the young man in bed with the neighbor, the mother spying through the door, her face inscrutable. I shifted her legs to move, and she partially woke, her eyes still closed.

"Movie over?" she muttered. "I'm sorry I fell asleep." She was half out of it.



"It's ok," I whispered. "Do you need help up to bed?"

She nodded, her eyes still closed. "She reached out lazily, and I tried to help her up. She got up and started to slip back down. "I'll just sleep here," she muttered, flopping onto the couch. "Good night."

She flopped heavily onto the couch, her tits jiggling under her shirt. Her legs were spread out, one hanging off the couch while the other was propped up by cushions. As I looked her over I could see up her shorts. The light blue cotton fabric of her underwear was soaking wet. I stared as long as I dared, and then headed to my room, my dick dripping precum down my leg.

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slept in the next morning. I woke up with a raging erection but fought the temptation to deal with it. I lay there, my pants on the floor, feeling the cool fabric against my engorged member. I was in a state of constant arousal, leaking precum everywhere. I wondered if it would be better to jerk off, just to relieve the pressure. I also wondered if my long wait would make me last only a second or two in Divyanka's mouth. I picked up my phone to look up the effects of abstention on stamina, when I noticed I had several text messages from the night before. My alerts turn off in the evening, so I had missed them.


I unlocked my phone and opened the message app. I had several unread messages from an unknown number. The first read "Hi, it's Anita." The second read "I had a good time, and I was hoping you were up for some for fun." My dick twitched, and I felt even more pre-cum run down the shaft. The third message said "If you need a little incentive..." and was followed by a picture. It was of Anita, her shirt pulled down and her tits out. They were massive, inviting. The final message was also a picture. She was nude, turned to the side, showing me the side of her breasts as well as her curvy hips and round ass.



I texted back "Definitely." Then, thinking a bit, I added, "You look amazing."

She must have been on her phone, because seconds later she replied. "Thank you! I thought you'd like them...Are you free soon?" There was a pause as she sent her next message, which was a picture of her lying in bed, topless, and a text that read, "I feel like skipping work."

"Good morning," I head from the door. I dropped my phone, adjusting the sheet over my dick. Divyanka stood in the door frame, looking at me. "Did I interrupt anything?"

"No," I said, "Just waking up."

"I see," she said. She was dressed for work. I fidgeted, trying to hide my erection. She walked into the room and sat on the bed. "Any plans today?"



"No," I said, shaking my head. I realized my sheets had wet spots from all of the pre-cum, but I tried not to draw attention to them.

"Good. Tonight, let's watch a different movie. My pick, okay?" She leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head. Her shirt opened, showing me her cleavage. She noticed my eyes, and I turned red. "Sneaking a peak, huh? She was still leaning forward and raised her head and lowered her torso, showing even more of her cleavage. As she did, she right arm bumped against my rigid member.

I stammered an apology but she just laughed sweetly. "I know how they work, Abhi. You can't hide that thing under a thin sheet." She paused, bumping it again with her arm. Then she sat up, biting her lip. She had a mischievous look on her face. She got up and then sat down softly on my lap. Her ass pressed against my dick, pinning it against my stomach.



"The first time I sat on someone's hard on," she said sweetly, "I was surprised, but I pretended not to notice." She ground against me subtly, grinning. She wore leggings, so there was minimal fabric between us. Her flowery top cascaded over her hips. I was trapped as she sat right on my dick, her ass gently rubbing against me. "It's amazing that something so soft can get so hard," she mused. She kept barely moving, her ass pressed against me.

I couldn't take it anymore. Days of not touching myself, days of sexual frustration and anticipation erupted from deep inside me. I came, my dick pulsing violently against her ass. My dick kept pulsing, flooding the sheet around me, soaking through it. Divyanka took it all in stride, as if this were completely normal. She remained still as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me, and then stood up. There was a massive wet spot on her black leggings. She looked them over, and then at the mess on the sheets.

"I'm going to change, then I'm going to work," she said. She kissed me on the cheek, lingering as I looked down her shirt. "See ya, Abhi," she said sweetly.



She gave me a grin and left the room. I lay there for a bit, and then picked up my phone and sent Anita a text message. "Are you free in an hour?"

After Divyanka left I showered and headed over to Anita's house. She greeted me in a white t-shirt and faded jeans. The jeans were low-rise, and her shirt was cropped so a bit of her midriff was showing. Her wide hips swayed as she led me into the house.



"I'm glad you wrote me back," she said, looking over her shoulder. Despite having come a massive amount an hour beforehand, I was hard just looking at her. I knew that she talked to Divyanka, but I didn't know if she knew that I knew about it. That convoluted logic had me thinking as I got ready to see her. I wondered just how badly Anita wanted to get laid. I figured pretty badly, so I pressed my luck. I stepped close to her, putting my hands around her waist. She stopped walking, and I pulled her close to me. I pressed against her from behind, sliding my hands under her shirt. I lifted her shirt off in one motion, tossing it over my shoulder as I turned her around. She had nothing underneath, and her impressive tits were heaving with each breath.

I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her close. This action was so familiar, so forward, and she responded in kind. She pressed against me as I unzipped her jeans. She had nothing on underneath them as well, and my hand slid over her bushy pubic hair—already damp—and over her wet Pussy.



"What do you want to do?" she whispered in my ear. "I'm yours."

"I have some ideas," I said, unzipping my jeans. Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and pulled my dick out. She immediately took it into her mouth, moaning as it slid into her mouth. I held her hair gently, guiding her as she sucked my dick. Her tits swayed as she moved back and forth, her hands on my ass as she took me deep into her mouth. I stepped back, enjoying the view as she sucked me on her knees. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and held it up. She nodded, leaning back on her hands as I snapped a few pictures of her like that. Then I kicked off my jeans and pulled off my shirt. I helped her up, and then surprised her again by scooping her up into my arms. She laughed as I held her, her tits pressed against me.



"Bedroom's upstairs," she said, her voice almost inaudible. I carried her upstairs to the bedroom, setting her gently on the bed. She spread her legs, her chest heaving in anticipation. She was dripping wet, and I wanted to taste her. I knelt between her legs and then went down, my tongue gliding over her Pussy.
"Oh fuck, yes," she cried out as my tongue encircled her clit. She clamped down on me with her thighs. I licked her clit with focused intensity, while I gently probed her pussy with two fingers. I slid into her, feeling the upper wall of her pussy until I heard her moan out loud. I concentrated my fingers' efforts there while licking her furiously, and soon I felt the walls of her pussy pulse hard around my fingers. She cried out, clamping harder with her thighs, bucking her hips. I held on through her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of her losing control. I kept licking, thrusting with my fingers, and she came again, moaning my name as her whole body shook.



"Stop," she cried, and I sat up. My face dripped with her wetness. "I want you inside me right now," she said. I knelt between her and guided my swollen member into her. I slid in effortlessly. She was so wet I could hear myself penetrate her. She gasped once I had entered her completely. I leaned back and started to thrust into her. Her tits shook as our bodies slapped together. She made a whimpering sound, and I leaned forward, bracing myself with my arms as I collapsed against her. I ground right against her clit, my mouth searching over her tits, gently biting her nipple as I buried my face in her soft flesh.



The clit grinding did the trick, and she came. She wrapped her legs around me as I thrust against her, feeling her pussy grip my dick as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She cried out, whimpering and moaning as I kept thrusting into her. I was getting close and I wanted to enjoy myself longer, so when her climax ended I pulled out of her. She was breathing hard, and I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. She raised her ass in the air, parting her legs slightly. Her pussy was dripping strands of wetness. My dick was covered in her wetness, and as I got behind her to guide myself back in even more came out of her.

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"Fuck me hard," she said, her voice hoarse. I obliged, thrusting into her, making her ample ass jiggle as I slapped against her. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, holding it in my right hand as my left hand held her ass. She arched her back as I fucked her hard, her pussy tightening as she came yet again. She moaned louder, calling my name, and I lost it. I knew I was about to come, and I thrust deep into her and erupted. She fell forward and I popped out of her pussy, still shooting cum. Thick ropes of it flew up her back and splattered her ass. She laughed as I kept coming, coating her with it. Despite having come an enormous load earlier, it seemed I had a lot left in me.



I fell down next to her, my dick pressed against her thigh. We were a sticky mess, glistening with sweat and breathing hard. She rolled onto her side to face me. Her thighs were wet from her pussy, and her messy hair was just about the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

"Mmmm, thank you," she said lazily, running a hand over her left breast. I rolled onto my back as she got out of bed, walking to the mirror and pulling her hair up in a bun. I watched the cum drip down her back and off her ass as she spoke. "Listen, Abhi, this is fun, right? I want to be honest with you, to let you know that this is really great, but I'd like to keep it like this. Just sex."



I nodded, my chest heaving. She walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. Her pussy was still leaking, leaving a mess everywhere.

"Good," she said. "Because this, this is pretty amazing." She gestured at the two of us. "Can I see you again soon?"

"Yes," I said, sitting up. I was spent, a complete mess, and oddly enough, hungry.

"I'll text you," she said, kissing me once. "I've got to get to work," she sighed. "And I've got to seriously clean up."

When I got home I ate voraciously and then took a long shower. I was glad that Anita wanted to keep things completely physical, because I didn't know how I'd be able to date a 38-year-old woman anyway. I was happy to provide what she needed, because most men of any age would give anything for one chance with her. While I showered she had sent me a photo of herself fresh from the shower, with the caption "I'm still dripping wet." I knew what she meant. My dick roared back to life as my mind replayed our morning together.



When Divyanka came home from work I had been walking around with an erection for hours. It had ebbed and returned throughout the day, and when she changed from her work clothes it was back to full attention. She had a pleated skirt and a tank top on, her long legs catching my attention. Her sandy hair fell in front of her eyes, and each time she flipped it away I felt an emotion I could not describe. It was more than lust, and certainly not guilt.

We talked about our day, and then she took me out to dinner. It was an open-air restaurant that overlooked a lake, a quiet place where we sat in a corner table in relative isolation.

"So, about this morning," she said. "I hope that was okay. You're not upset, right?"

"Um, no," I said. "Of course not. I was surprised, sure, but not mad. I mean, it's been a weird week, right? You send your friend over to get some, without telling me. Then you say you'll go down to repay me, and then today you sit on it and I come. I mean, you've got to take these things in stride."



She laughed, "I'm glad, because it has been a weird week. When I set it up with Anita, I worried if I was doing the wrong thing. And then, well, let's just say it's taken a lot to get to where we are. Besides, you looked like you were going to explode for days. I wanted your blowjob to last more than ten seconds.

"Once I blew a boyfriend after he had been gone for a week. I don't think I even got it past my lips when he came. Which was fine and all, but if your stepmom's going to suck your dick, I think it should last a little while, so I can really make amends for not talking to you about Anita first."

We ate and made small talk, the whole time that indescribable feeling coming and going. When we got home she made a bowl of popcorn and put on a movie. It was also French, one I had never seen before. She sat sideways next to me, throwing her legs over me. Her skirt was already short, and it rode up a bit as she got comfortable, so her bare thighs almost up to her ass were visible. The movie was subtitled and opened with a young man sitting on the beach, naked. He was probably in his early twenties but was playing a few years younger. He was reading, his eyes occasionally scanning the horizon.



The scene cut to the water, where a woman was emerging from the surf. She was nude, a curvy brunette with massive tits and wide hips. The camera closed in on the water dripping off her tits and bushy pubic hair. These French, they know how to make a movie, I thought to myself. Divyanka shifted a little, one leg sliding toward my knees and one sliding closer to the erection that strained against my jeans. The movie shifted cameras back to the young man, whose dick was now erect as he looked at the woman approaching him. The dialog started, and I almost jumped in my seat.

It was his stepmother.

They spoke as the woman on screen sat next to him on the towel, seemingly oblivious to his erection. The scene shifted to the evening, where the woman was in the bathroom, showering, and he was watching her through a crack in the door. Divyanka's leg bumped my erection accidentally, and I put my hand on her knee to stop her. My eyes roamed over her legs, and her tits which were almost vacuum sealed in her tight tank top.

"Interesting movie choice," I said.

"Hmm," she replied absentmindedly. "Oh, yeah. I saw this years ago. I thought you might like it, since you have a thing for French movies." She emphasized the word French and slightly adjusted her legs on mine. My hand moved up her thigh involuntarily.



We watched the movie in silence. The popcorn sat on the coffee table, untouched. The movie plot was straightforward. Stepmom and stepson on holiday. Lots of nudity because its French. He keeps making overtures at her, and she ignores them, but secretly she is attracted. The movie's climax—so to speak—was when the stepmom enters his room. She had a thin robe on, and dropped onto the floor with a flourish. Then she takes off his pants, and there was a simulated sex scene between them. The scene ended and Divyanka paused the movie. She sat up, pulling her legs off of me. I was about to ask her what was up when she turned to face me, and put her hands on my zipper.

She grinned and unzipped my jeans. Wordlessly she reached in and freed my dick. It sprang out, ready and dripping. She then got on her knees on the couch and leaned forward. Her tits rested against my thigh and her ass was in the air as she kissed the shaft of my dick. Her wet lips pressed against my dick, and she ran her tongue along its length. I leaned back as she took me into her mouth as far as she could, and then released me altogether. She sat up on her knees, grinning. Her lips glistened.

"Take off your pants," she said quietly. I slid them off, kicking them onto the floor. She bent over and resumed, taking me in her hand and working the shaft with a gentle grip as she bobbed up and down. Her tits kept rubbing against me, her tank top showing a great deal of cleavage. Her pleated skirt shifted, sliding up her back and revealing black cotton underwear. My hand ran over her short hair as she sucked my dick slowly, pausing every so often to give it a few good strokes. I ran my hand up her back and over the top of her ass. As I did, she let go of my dick and took it even further into her mouth. She paused as I reached the back of her mouth, focusing her movements there.



She moaned softly as she continued to suck me, twisting her hand around my shaft as she bobbed up and down. I gripped her ass harder, knowing that I was getting closer to coming. She took me out of her mouth, gripping my shaft hard, and slid her lips over the length of my dick. I came, spurting a thick rope of cum high in the air. In landed in her hair, and as the second burst of cum issued out of me she opened her mouth and took me back in as that second rope hit her cheek. She swallowed as I kept coming, my dick pulsing in her mouth.

"Oh my god," I said, sinking hard into the couch as I kept pumping cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, and then lay her cum-splattered cheek on my thigh and curled up in a ball next to me. She reached for the remote, wordlessly, and started the movie again. The simulated sex scene continued, until they panned away, and I saw that the young actor had indeed penetrated the actress. They continued to actually fuck on screen for a minute, and then he grunted and came inside her. The scene faded to black.



The rest of the movie was about their sadness at vacation's end and a return to the regular world. There were hints that things would continue as the final scene faded to black. The credits scrolled past and Divyanka flopped onto her back, her tits jiggling in her shirt. She was still laying on my thigh, dried cum on her cheek and in her hair. She was inches from my flaccid dick, which still dribbled a little bit of semen onto my thigh and, now, into her hair.

"Even?" she said mischievously.

I nodded, and she grinned. "I can't describe how amazing that was. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she beamed. She was upside down from my perspective, and her blue eyes were brilliant and alive. That odd feeling returned, even in my sexually satisfied state. "After Anita, I wanted to make it up to you, but I didn't know how until you had the best idea of all time."



"Thanks," I said, laughing. "But, listen, I need to tell you something. Anita sent me some texts, and wanted to get together, you know. For some casual sex."

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"I know," Divyanka said with a grin. "She asked me, first. I figured you could make up your own mind about it."

"But you still went through with it?" I said.

"Of course I did. I said I would, didn't I? Besides, it wasn't torture, you know. I happen to like doing that."

"And you're cool with my visiting Anita?" I said.

"I don't' know," she said, frowning and biting her lip. She rolled onto her stomach, her legs in the air. Her eyes were inches from my dick, which was starting to harden slightly. "Do I have to keep sucking you?"



"I hadn't thought about it," I said. "No, I guess you don't."

"How about I suck you anyway," she said, taking my turgid member in her hand. "Since my friend is calling you up to get laid. I feel responsible for putting you in this situation."

"If it eases your conscience," I said, and she engulfed my dick in her mouth. Within a minute I was fully erect, my hand on her ass under her skirt as she bobbed on my dick again. She raised her ass in the air, darting a hand between her legs. The skirt hid her hand but she rubbed furiously as she sucked my dick a second time. I took my other hand and gently held her short hair, guiding her up and down on my dick. I thrust my hips upward, fucking her mouth as she moaned. She came, her body shaking as my dick popped out of her mouth. It rested against her face as she cried out from her climax. She took me back into her mouth, rubbing herself even harder.



Divyanka came again, and again, until I lost count. She stopped rubbing and gripped me with both hands, stroking me until I gasped loudly. I came, and this time several shots hit her face and hair before she could get me back into her mouth. I was exhausted, my entire body spent, and as I pulsed cum onto her mouth most of it leaked back out. She, too, was tired. When I stopped coming she gently pushed me back on the couch, and then lay next to me. My dick, sticky with cum, rested against her bare thigh. She took my arm and put it around her waist, nestling tight against me. We slowly drifted into sleep, our bodies plastered together, or breathing shallow and slow.


I was in a foul mood. It was just the fleeting summer days. My mother's best friend, Anita, with whom I had lost my virginity and had fucked several times afterward, had a boyfriend. He was new in town, a computer programmer or something along those lines, and she has stopped seeing me as a result. She had me over for dinner, had broken the news, and had given me a parting handjob as a consolation prize. I had come all over her tits and neck, and then went home to sulk.


my step mom Divyanka. She had set me up with Anita, without telling me, and when I had found out, I had lashed out at her. Yes, I had gotten laid, so I might sound like a whiner, but I believe that she should have asked me first. If the genders were reversed, and a stepfather lent out his stepdaughter to a friend, it would be worse, I had said. And That's when I discovered something amazing about Divyanka. She likes to give blowjobs. Either to settle a bet, or on a dare, or when she felt guilty for setting her stepson up for some attachment-free sex for a friend. She had sucked my dick three times. Twice on the first night she took me into her mouth, and a week later, when she was feeling particularly guilty about Anita propositioning me. That sweet, final time, I had exploded in her mouth, but she sucked every drop of cum and swallowed it all. Since then I had been hoping she would do it again, with no luck. Now, with Anita moving on to new things, I had no chance.

Or so I thought.



The thing about life is that one door closes, and another opens. Cliché, I know, but it's true. At least for me, it seemed. My friends were already starting to go their separate ways toward college, and I found myself with more free time than I had bargained, and that's when things got interesting again.

I was drifting in the deep end, and into a nap, when I heard the sliding door open. Divyanka, my stepmom, exited the house and walked along the pool edge. I tilted my head up for a better view. Divyanka preferred one-piece swimsuits, because she felt that she had "too much tits for a bikini," which was the most absurd thought I'd ever heard. She did have fantastic tits, and a firm body. Her short, sandy hair flopped in front of her eyes as she walked.



"Hey there, lazy," she said teasing me. She slipped into the warm water and I slid off the float and swam closer to her. Since the blowjobs I found myself wanting to be as close to her as possible, and I tried hard to fight that instinct, so I wouldn't crowd her or freak her out. "Have you been out here all day?"

"No," I replied, sliding past her in the water to get a good look at her ass when her back was turned. "I got up at noon."

She laughed and swam around for a bit while I sat on the pool steps in an attempt to hide the erection in my bathing suit. It was automatic these days when I even thought about Divyanka. Anita had been amazing, a hot woman desperate for attention. Divyanka was something more. It was erotic, and wrong, and that made it even better. Still, all attempts to bring the up the subject failed. It was as if she was oblivious to any hints. I kept at it, though, in hopes I'd succeed.



"Are you ready for our trip?" she asked after a while. We were heading to Mumbai for a wedding on her side of the family. With my dad gone, it was just the two of us, and I was often Divyanka's "date" for weddings and other events. I had always enjoyed going with her, because Divyanka was fun. But now, the idea of a trip with her carried new possibilities, for fulfillment and disappointment.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm going to pack last minute, as always. But I'm ready."

"Good. Are you sure you don't mind sharing a hotel room with me?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said, trying desperately to sound detached from the idea. "Unless you plan on parading about naked when we're alone, because that would be the worst," I said sarcastically.

"I bet," she said with a laugh. Just then I heard my phone ring from the deck chair. She looked at me with raised eyebrows and I shrugged.

"No idea who it could be," I said. "I'll get it later."

"I just got in for a few minutes to cool off," she said. "I'm going out with some of the girls, so I'll see you later." She got out of the water and my eyes trailed after her. I waited until she was inside and then exited the pool, the tent in my bathing suit clearly visible. I had abstained from relieving my sexual tension by myself. No matter how I tried, it paled in comparison to the real thing. But, given my lack of prospects on that front, I was contemplating breaking my hands-free dry spell.



I picked up my phone and looked at it, puzzled. The voicemail was from Pooja Bose, my mother's friend. Pooja Bose was younger than Divyanka and Anita,  Divyanka was young, having married my dad when she was in her mid-twenties, about Pooja Bose's age. I didn't keep track of my stepmom's friends that closely, but Pooja Bose was a regular. I thought she had called me by mistake, but then how did she even get my number? I played the voicemail as I dried off.

"Hey, Abhi," she said, "It's Pooja Bose. I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me at the this afternoon. I know it's late notice, but Divyanka said you'd be able to help out some time. Anyway, call me back whether you can make it or not. Thanks!"

Pooja Bose had a singing voice, which was of little surprise to me. She was our  music director, and was always singing or playing piano. She was a typical music nerd, always in a rush and always forgetting something. I smiled, glad for a diversion from my stepmom, and called her back.



"Pooja Bose, it's Abhi. Do you still need a hand? Okay, great. Give me thirty minutes and I'll meet you there."

I got dressed and headed to her office. It was empty, being a weekday, with a solitary car in the parking lot. The office door was locked, so I entered through the side door and headed to the sanctuary. There, in front of the massive pipe organ was Pooja Bose, a pile of sheet music in her arms.

"Hey," she said brightly, "thanks for coming."

"It's no big deal," I said. "Divyanka's always volunteering me."

Pooja Bose blushed, "I'm sorry, if you don't want to help..."

"No, it's fine," I said. "I was just kidding around." She seemed jittery, more nervous than usual, but Pooja Bose was a nervous person anyway. "At least there's food at the end."

She laughed, putting her free hand on my arm and then quickly retracting it. She handed me a large stack of sheet music and led me behind the organ. There was a door into the mechanical workings of the organ, the real part that was hidden by gleaming pipes. There was a second room behind it, a storage room full of shelves, each labeled carefully by composer.

"Wow," I said. "They used to just shove everything in here."

"That's why we keep losing music," she said smartly. "I've been working for two months on this. Each piece has a number, that corresponds to a shelf. We need to sort these last few boxes, and then throw out all these worn out binders. After eighty years, you'd be surprised how much junk can accumulate."

We worked swiftly, making small talk about her favorite musical pieces, occasionally pausing for a drink of water. Pooja Bose seemed most at ease when she talked about music. She played piano, and flute, which I could have guessed. She was slender, with breasts but curvy hips. Her blond hair was in a bun that leaked tendrils of hair down her neck. She was very pretty, in a completely opposite way from Divyanka. Pooja Bose's black-framed glasses gave her a nerdy charm, whereas Divyanka was all bombshell. After a while she discarded the light sweater she was wearing. The church offices were always cold, but the storage room and organ were warmer. I could see she didn't wear a bra, which was unnecessary with her smaller breasts. Her nipples were hard despite the warmth. I tried not to stare, but failed.



After about an hour Pooja Bose stood up, stretching. Her t-shirt was small and tight, and rose up quite a bit on her midriff. Even this small display captivated me. She leaned against the shelf, looking at me as I knelt on the ground, sorting scores.

"I really appreciate the help," she said. "Since I took this job, I've been doing this myself."

"You've done a lot," I said, surveying the room. She crouched down, putting spiral-bound music on a shelf. I looked over, and saw her pants were riding low, and I could see part of her ass. I had a thing for seeing a little of a woman's butt like that, I and I found myself responding in kind. All of this unwilling abstention had made my hyper-aroused at all times. I carefully adjusted my dick while her back was to me. As she kept working her pants slipped a little lower. She turned around and caught me looking. I blushed, and she turned around, kneeling opposite me. She hiked her pants up.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's my fault," she said. "These pants never stay on right."

"I shouldn't have looked," I said, feeling my face burn red. I had had sex with Anita several times, and gotten three blowjobs from my own stepmom, but getting caught checking out Pooja Bose made me feel like a middle school kid again.



"I don't usually get guys looking at me," she said and bit her lip. "I'm a bit of a wall flower." I realized that Pooja Bose was closer to my age than Divyanka's. She was shy by nature, a bit of a book worm.

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"Are you kidding?" I said a little too quickly.

"Thanks," she said, brushing her hair back. "You're sweet."

She turned her back and started working again. After a few moments, she said over her shoulder, "how much did you see?"

"Not a lot," I admitted.

She said nothing but turned to face me. She had a new look in her eye I hadn't seen before. She took a deep breath and stood up. She reached forward and took my hand, pulling me up. I towered over her, and as we stood a foot apart I was struck by how pretty she was. And then in an instant she put her arms around my neck and pulled me close, kissing me. I was surprised, only less so than she.



We kept kissing, and she pulled me closer. My hands instinctively traveled down her back, and she melted into me as I cupped her ass gently. I picked her up, and we fell gently against the book shelves, her legs wrapped around me. She pushed me back a little and I set her down. I thought she had a change of heart, but then she took me by the hand and led me out of the stifling storage room and into the organ itself. There was a large space near the storage room and she pulled me close, kissing me once more. Then, without warning, she lifted off her shirt and pressed herself against me. My hands found her breasts, appreciating their size in my hand. She sighed as I gently pinched her nipples, kissing her while touching her. Then she unzipped her pants and let them fall to the ground. She wore nothing underneath, and I could see a strand of clear wetness spanning the space between her thighs.



Pooja Bose took two moving blankets and dropped them onto the floor. She laid down and spread her legs as I knelt between her thighs. She was so wet that she was already dripping onto the table. I buried myself in the short triangle of blonde hair between her legs. My tongue darted around her clit, tasting her. I wondered how long she had been thinking about this moment, given how wet she was.

I concentrated my efforts on her clit, and she started panting hard. My finger gently probed her pussy, eventually working its way into her. With difficulty I slid a second finger in, and she gasped as I gently fingered her while I licked her clit vigorously. She was tight, tighter than I had expected, and when she came her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers. She cried out gently as she came, her whole body shaking. She pushed me up gently, spreading her legs wider.



I slid off my jeans. Like Pooja Bose, I wore nothing under them. My swollen member sprang out, eager for release. She looked at it, her eyes wide, but she spread her legs even more and then arched her back. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her wet pussy, and then gently pushed into her. It took effort, and her breathing was ragged and I slowly entered her. She was tight, and gripped me as I worked into her inch by inch. When I was fully inside her she pulled me close and kissed me as I slowly thrust into her. It was slow going by necessity, she was so tight. I ground against her and she came quickly, her fingers digging into my back.



As her orgasm overtook her she gripped my dick so hard I had to wait for her to stop before I could continue. Just as I was about to start thrusting again we both heard the main doors open and the voice of the staff event coordinator floating into the sanctuary.

"As you can see, we can accommodate a large wedding," she said to the trailing footsteps. The event coordinator was an older woman who had planned weddings for decades. We could hear the would-be bridal party talking amongst themselves, admiring the view. We were frozen, my dick buried deep in Pooja Bose's tight pussy.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Just do it quietly."



It was nerve-wracking, to say the least, to thrust into her quietly. I was conscious of every sound we made, and as the wedding group on the other side of the organ discussed logistics I found myself far from coming. I kept thrusting into her and she came over and over again, her body glistening as I ground against her. Finally she whispered "stop" and I froze. I was still inside her, and I could feel her heart beat as her pussy gripped my dick. The group was right by the organ, and the event coordinator was talking about recent renovations and restorations to the instrument. I knew from experience that she loved showing off the internal workings to guests.

Someone—perhaps the bride—asked about the reception hall, and the group slowly receded from the organ. I looked down at Pooja Bose, who bit her lip and nodded. I resumed thrusting into her, now with increase vigor. The very hidden—but public—act we were sharing, and the near-miss at getting caught, had been exhilarating. Her tightness only made my building orgasm stronger. I had not come in over two weeks, and when I did I exploded inside her. She gasped as I filled her, my dick pulsing against her pussy. She came with me, her body convulsing under mine. Finally, both spent, I pulled out of her and collapsed next to her.



We lay there for some time, until a thought dawned on me. Pooja Bose was shy, nerdy, and in love with music more than anything. There was something about the way she moved under me, the way she bit her lip as I entered her each time, that made me ask, "was that...your first?"

She nodded, grinning and kissing me. "I hope you aren't upset. Was it really bad?"

"No, it was wonderful," I said.

"How could you tell?" she asked.

I pulled her close. "You were really nervous."

She laughed quietly and sat up. An enormous amount of cum was leaking out of her. The moving blanket was a mess. She got up slowly, her legs shaking, and I followed. We picked up our clothes and stepped back into the music storage room. I looked at her slender frame, her b-cup breasts and firm butt, and felt some life stir back into my dick. She looked at it, too, and pushed me down to the ground gently. She took it in her hands, stroking it, occasionally bending down to lick the shaft, and then climbed onto me. With difficulty she sank down on me, impaling herself.



She inhaled sharply, and then started grinding against me. I gripped her hips and let her ride at her own pace. I was miles away from another orgasm, but Pooja Bose was soon coming. She rode me to one orgasm, and then another. I reached up and felt her small breasts, and she leaned forward and rode me deeper and harder. We kissed and I could feel the intense heat radiating from her body.

We stayed like for some time, until she collapsed against me and I thrust upward as she pressed her body to mine. She was so tight it seemed like an endless orgasm for her, until I got close and came a second time, pulsing inside her. Now completely spent, she got up off of me and helped me up. We got dressed, both giddy, and exited the organ room. As we left we ran into the event coordinator.

"Hello, Helen," Pooja Bose said. "We were just filing more music."

 "I would have brought that lovely bride-to-be back there to meet you. She has some ideas for music I wanted to share with you."

Pooja Bose waved a "sorry!" goodbye as she headed toward her office with her coworker. I waved back and headed to my car, light-headed. It wasn't until I started the engine that a thought hit me hard. How much of coincidence was it that another woman threw herself at me for some casual sex? My face burned as I headed home and the full realization of what had just happened hit me. As wonderful as it had been, I was mad.

Divyanka was upstairs in her bedroom when I got home. She was sitting on her bed, looking at a magazine. She could tell by the look on my face something was wrong.

"What's up?" she said, concerned.

"Next time you try and lend me out to one of your friends..." I said, starting a speech I had practiced in the car.

"What are you talking about?" she interrupted. "I told you, that happened one time."

"Today," I said, still hoping to use my speech, "just now. I went to the  Pooja office. And ended up getting it on behind the organ. And afterward I found out it was her first time!" I emphasized that last five words for effect.

Divyanka said nothing for a moment, and then said very carefully, "I did not tell her anything. Either she just went after you on your own or..."

"Anita," I finished for her.

"I'm sorry," Divyanka said. "I had no idea. They must have talked. I made Anita promise to keep her mouth shut, which was my mistake. I'm really sorry, Abhi."



I sat on the bed, and she scooted next to me. "Was it at least good?" She tried to make light of it, to get me into good spirits. Despite behind mad, and looking for the right person to place that anger, I laughed. "Yeah, it was. But I thought she was really into me, and then on the way home I figured it out."

"It was really her first time?" Divyanka asked, looking concerned. "I had no idea, I just thought she was shy and nerdy."

"She's those things, too, but until an hour ago she was also a virgin."

"Behind the organ?" she said.

"Almost got caught, too," I said.



"Well, you certainly have done it in a weirder place than I ever have," she said, pausing. "Listen, I feel awful about what Anita did. I need to talk to her."

"Thank you," I said. "Even though it was nice, I still feel used."

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"I know," she said sadly. Then, brightening, she said, "last time, I know what cheered you up. How about it?"

"How about what?" I said, not giving in.

"I have to say it, don't I," she said. "Fine. How about a blowjob to make it up to you?"

"I don't know," I said, getting up and pacing, enjoying the little game we were playing. I looked her over. She wore a strap tank top that showed a lot of cleavage; inspiration struck. "Your friends are trading my phone number, which isn't cool. If you're going to make it up to me, I want a topless blowjob."



She was surprised, and took a moment to respond. "Topless? Like while I'm doing it?"

"Yes," I said. "I think it's fair."

After a pause she said, "Okay. It's fair. When? Right now?"

I couldn't believe my luck. I knew Divyanka liked to bargain and bet using sex, but her quick agreement was unexpected. "How about on our trip?" I said. "A change of scenery, a BJ from my stepmom while she's topless. It sounds pretty great to me."

She laughed. "Okay, you pervert. Fine."



"But I'd like to see them right now, if that's okay with you."

"My tits? Right now?"

"Yes," I said, then hastily added, "please."

She sighed sarcastically. "Alright, you little perv. A preview, then." She took a deep breath and pulled her straps down. She tugged the tank top down until it was around her slender waist. She wore a black bra that perfectly framed her ample breasts. She was breathing hard, looking at me. 



She stood up, sliding the tank top down further. "Look only, okay?" I nodded, and she turned around. She reached behind her back and took off her bra, letting it fall onto the bed. She put her hands on her breasts and turned to face me again. I felt my breathing jump as she stood there, teasing. She turned to her side, still holding them, and then let go. Her breasts were large, but still pert and youthful. She turned to face me, and I stared open-mouthed at her tits. She laughed at the expression on my face, and her tits jiggled.

We said nothing for a minute, or an eternity, I couldn't tell. Time seemed to stop. I had seen other women naked before, but something about Divyanka topless was more erotic. I felt my dick swelling back to life.



"Okay, preview over," she said. She slid the bra back on and pulled up her tank top. Her tits looked magnificent in the tight shirt.

"Thank you," I said, my voice cracking a little.

"Let's grab some dinner," she said, checking her watch as if this was the most normal thing on earth.




We ate dinner outdoors on the rooftop . Her shirt was low cut, revealing a great deal of cleavage. Our water openly stared, which irritated me. Midway through dinner, the conversation turned to her showing her breasts.

"I'd say I can't believe I just did that, but this isn't the first time I've shown someone my tits like that."'

"I bet not," I said. "When did you first show someone, who was it?"

She thought for a minute. "Honestly, so many people have seen them, I'm not completely sure. I mean, my boyfriends had all seen them, of course. But just showing them off? It's a little embarrassing."

"Tell me," I said, urging her on. She looked around to make sure no one could hear.

"Probably my stepdad," she said, blushing.

"What?" I said. "Nick?"

"Yeah," she said. "I remember we were home alone, and in the kitchen. Maybe we were cooking together. I think that's what happened, because I remember getting something all over my shirt and I just pulled it off. I had a bra on, and he was staring, but trying not to stare, you know? And I saw he had a bulge in his pants, so I said whatever I had on my shirt and soaked through to my bra too, and took that off. I remember the look on his face. He told me to cover up, but I could tell he enjoyed himself. After that, it became kind of a game, for me anyway. I'd flash him whenever mom wasn't looking. He was mortified, but also secretly enjoyed it."



My mouth was open in surprise and she laughed.

"I can tell you, my tits have gotten me into a lot of trouble," she continued. "Nick was always cool about it. Mom's pretty top heavy, too, so it just came with the territory for him, I guess. But teachers, guys in school, anyone within ten feet of me just stares at them, or tries to get me naked." She looked at me mischievously, emphasizing that final word.

"I'm still floored that you flashed your stepdad. On multiple occasions."

She ate in silence for a minute or two before continuing. "By the way, I'm impressed. Sex in the pooja office, while people were touring it. That's a pretty risky move. Way crazier than any place I've ever done it."

"Hard to believe," I said. Divyanka was very adventurous when it came to sex. "What's the weirdest/riskiest place you've done it, then?" I asked.

She shifted in her seat, again making sure we couldn't be overheard. "Well, my stepbrother, that was pretty weird, right? But place? I'd have to say in the hospital. Your dad and I had been dating for a year. And he got in a car wreck, broke his arm. He was so pathetic, laying there all banged up. So, in between nurse visits, I sucked him off."

"Damn," I said.

"Yeah," she said, blushing. She paused as our waiter came by yet another time to check if we needed anything, and to check out her tits. When he left she continued. "I figured it would be too painful for him if I got on top of him, so I went down. I did it a few times that night, and almost got caught once. I had to pull away and throw the blanket over him as the nurse came in. He was hard a rock, and it was clearly visible under the sheet, but she said nothing. And when she left I finished the job.



"Also, once in college I worked the equipment issue at the campus pool. And this guy and I did it in the middle of work. I just bent over the counter and he pulled my suit to the side and went inside me. We had to stop and start a few times when people needed kick boards or flippers, but eventually he came all over my leg. I let it dry there and kept working the rest of the shift."

We finished, paid the bill, and drove home. We got home and put on a movie. Divyanka joined me in an oversized t-shirt. It was an old movie with a fair bit of nudity in it. It was one of Divyanka's favorites. She settled in next to me on the couch, her legs dbangd over mine as usual.



During one scene, in which case the young actress reveals her breasts, Divyanka said casually, "so how do I compare?"

"I'd have to see them again to give you an honest assessment," I said, joking.,

Divyanka, however, took it as a dare. She sat up and pulled off the t-shirt, revealing only a pair of black underwear. She looked at me expectantly.

"Honestly, yours are the nicest I've ever seen."



"Perv," she said, teasing, but remained topless. She swung her legs off of me and scooted close, leaning against me. She was practically naked, resting her body against me. "To be honest, I'm most comfortable like this."

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"You have my permission to go around like this all day," I said.

She laughed, her tits jiggling. "I'd bet you'd like that," she smirked. On screen there was a sex scene, a pretty hot one, with the heroine riding her lover. "Sitting around, watching dirty movies with your topless stepmom."

"Well, I mean, why not?" I said.

"If I go around topless, then what are you going to do, walk around with a tent in your shorts all day?"

"I could go around naked, if that's what you mean," I said.

"Ha," she teased.

The movie continued and we put a second one on afterward. It was getting late and we were both tired. At some point we must have fallen asleep, because I woke in the middle of the night, both of us lying on the couch. Her back was pressed against me, and I realized with a start that my right hand was dbangd over her, my hand holding her breast. I also realized what had woken me up. There was a subtle movement. Divyanka was rubbing herself off.



She had done so when she had sucked my dick, and now, sleeping spooned together with her stepson's hand on her tit, she was rubbing her clit hard. I didn't move or let her know I was awake, but enjoyed the feeling of her in my hand. She ground her ass gently against me, and I was getting hard again. She must have thought it was an instinctual reaction in my sleep, because she did not stop. Her breathing was shallow and fast, her movements small to avoid detection. I could tell she was coming because she arched her back, her breath catching as she kept rubbing.



Divyanka came hard, her body tensing up as she kept a furious pace with her hand. She whimpered, the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I feigned sleep, enjoying this voyeuristic moment. Her motions slowed and her breathing returned to normal. Her hand slipped out of her underwear and she nestled closer to me. She put her hand on mine, readjusting it over her breast.

I couldn't take it any longer. With my hand gently squeezing her breast, I imperceptibly thrust against her soft ass. She was motionless as I slowly pressed against her repeatedly, my throbbing dick nestled against her ass. Eventually she started to press her ass against me to meet each of my thrusts, our bodies barely moving as I got closer to orgasm. Finally she pressed hard against me and I exploded. We froze, our bodies pressed together, as my dick pulsed hard and flooded my shorts with hot cum. She slowly relaxed as I kept coming, and finally we settled into each other comfortably. Slowly my cum soaked through my shorts, and through her underwear, and we fell asleep.



The next morning I woke up alone, with a note on the coffee table that Divyanka would see me that night. It was a miracle that Divyanka had unglued herself from me without me waking. I felt awkward, alone in the house after holding Divyanka all night. My shorts were stiff and stuck to me in weird places, and I got up and stretched with a jolt of pain. I heard my phone buzz and dashed over to check the text, hoping it was Divyanka. My spirits, fell, only a little, when I saw it was from Pooja Bose. She wanted to know if I was home, alone, because she wanted to come over and talk. I replied and went up to shower while I waited for her to come and see me



I showered the previous night's cum off of me and was drying off when I saw her car pull up. I hastily pulled on some jeans and a shirt and greeted her at the door with damp hair.

"Hey," she said brightly, grinning from ear to ear as she entered the house.

"Hi," I said. I was beyond feeling awkward after sex with a woman, Anita got me over that quickly. She had schooled me in the art of showing up, getting it on, and leaving. As Pooja Bose walked into the living room I followed her and sat on the couch opposite her.

"What's up?" I asked as casually as I could.

"Listen, we need to talk," she said.

When Divyanka came home, I was lying on a pool float, drifting aimlessly. I was a mess. An empty bottle of wine was floating in the pool near me, and my eyelids were half closed. She came out back, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, and saw the wreckage in the pool that was me.

"What happened?" she said.



"Pooja Bose," I said, not bothering to move. "She said she has a boyfriend, and needed a mercenary fuck to get it out of her system. She was a virgin, you know. So she needed someone for her first time, without any emotional baggage...for her. Must be convenient."

Divyanka said nothing. She surveyed the wine bottle, and then spoke. "How drunk are you?"

"Very," I said. I was too far gone to be angry, that had faded hours ago. I let my arm splash into the pool in a half-hearted effort to steer my slow rotation away from her. She walked around the pool, keeping me in her sight.

"You could have drowned," she said.

"I don't care," I said. "All that matters is this float, it's my whole world.

"You're not making any sense," she said.

"Well, I've been passed around your friends," I said, suddenly bitter. "So I'm just going to float here for a while, until I figure out what I'm going to do. Maybe I'll move out. I don't know."

Her expression changed. "Listen, I'm sorry." She said.

"That's nice," I said, aware of the hurt on her face as I said it. "But right now, I'm going to stay here and not care."

I regretted it as soon as I said it, but my logic was a bit blurry anyway from the alcohol. Divyanka turned from me, and I expected her to walk into the house to stew a bit. My words were intended to cut to the bone. Instead, she unzipped her jeans and slid them off. She wore blue and white striped underwear, and even in my addled state my dick perked up a little

"Well, I'm sorry anyway, even if you don't care. And if you're going to lay there all night in the pool, I'm going to come to you to apologize."

Divyanka threw her shoulders back, sticking her chest out. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra under her flannel shirt. She suddenly flexed her arms backward, sticking her chest out more. As she did one, then two buttons of her shirt popped open. Then, in a violent burst, the rest of the buttons gave way and her shirt opened, revealing her tits.



My eyes popped open and I slipped off the float in surprise. She laughed, hard, and threw her shirt onto the deck. She dove into the pool as I got back onto the float, and swam toward me. She surfaced, propping herself up on the edge of the float. Her tits—even more glorious in the water—rested on the float between her elbows.

"I see I got your attention," she said with a smirk. "Are you going to float around all night, feeling sorry for yourself? Or are you going to accept my apology?"

I sat up a little and she crawled onto the float more. She reached the zipper of my jeans and pulled. The wet fabric fought her, but she eventually pulled my jeans down and freed my dick. I wriggled out of my jeans and she let them fall into the water. She reached forward and took my dick in her hand, casually looking at it, and up into my eyes, as I propped myself up on my elbows. Wordlessly she started to stroke me, gently, my dick growing in her hand.



"I was worried you'd be too drunk for this to work," she said, licking my entire shaft to help lubricate her hand. She slid closer, her tits touching the inside of my thighs. She stroked me, maintaining eye contact, and I wondered what could lead her to act this way. What made a woman give her stepson blowjobs? This was more than a dare, or paying me back, I realized. Her eyes shone with an intensity I'd never seen before.

"Come for me," she urged, pausing her strokes to lick my shaft every now and then. I sat up, and she slid closer, stroking me furiously. "Come on me, please," she implored.

I reached forward, sliding my hands under her tits. She obliged, lifting herself so I could cup them, before resting her weight back down. We were in the deep end, floating in a slow rotation, the motion of her handjob sending small waves through the water.

I was close, and I started to buck my hips. I wanted her to take me in her mouth, but she was enjoying herself. I came, grunting as a large burst of cum shot out over her shoulder. She aimed quickly as I kept coming, and stroked me as I spurt cum onto her neck and tits. I came hard, my dick shooting cum with each stroke of her hand, as if she was in control of my orgasm. Her tits were covered in cum, dripping down into the water that had pooled in the center of the float. When my orgasm ended she let go of my dick and swam to the edge of the water, looking over her shoulder at me. As she swam she slid off her underwear and kicked them off, letting them float away as she reached the edge of the pool. I swam over to her. She swam up to one of the water jets, pressing her pussy against it.



"I used to come like this all the time growing up. We had a pool and it used to give me the best orgasms," she explained. She rubbed gently against the wall, finding the sweet spot as water rushed over her clit. She moaned, pressing her body against the pool wall. I hung my arm onto the deck next to her. I pulled close, putting my free hand on her ass. She moaned as I cupped her ass and the water washed over her pussy. She was getting closer, and I was getting hard watching her come.

"Oh, god," she moaned, and started bucking her hips. She came, pressing her body against the pool wall and shuddering. I swung behing her, pressing my body against hers. My dick nestled in her soft ass, pointing straight up between her cheeks.

I thrust my dick upward against her ass cheeks, pinning her to the pool wall. She shuddered, coming again suddenly and violently. The constant stimulation on her clit was almost too much for her. She came a third time, shaking with the intensity of her orgasm as I thrust against her ass faster and faster. She came a fourth time, this time crying out in pleasure, begging me for a break. I pulled away, my dick throbbing. She led me to the shallow end of the pool and motioned for me to sit on the edge. I did, and she immediately pressed her tits around my dick and started to rub me off with them. I was so close, and her tits were so perfect, that I exploded quickly.

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This second, smaller orgasm shot upward from between her tits, hitting under her. Pulse after pulse of cum flooded her cleavage as she pressed her tits against me, letting me come in the slick crevice. My orgasm ended, she stepped back, looking at the rivers of cum dripping down her stomach. She dove under, trailing blobs of semen as she retrieved our clothes. She tossed them onto a deck chair and exited the pool. She took my hand and handed me a towel. We dried each other off, and she led me into the house by the hand. I followed her up the stairs, mesmerized by the view of her ass as she led me to her bedroom. She pulled me into her bed, and we fell into spoon positions. I was pressed against her back, feeling her warmth against me as she turned off the light.



We left the next day for the wedding. When I woke up Divyanka was already dressed, packing last minute items. She wore yoga pants and a loose top that showed her freckled shoulders. We packed quickly, making good time to the airport. The flight was uneventful, although Divyanka fell asleep against me and I was treated to a good view of her cleavage the entire flight. By the time we landed, my dick was dripping pre-cum.

Divyanka seemed aroused, too. Her face was flush, and she kept putting her arm around mine as we walked through the airport or into the hotel. The wedding was on her side of the family, one I was adopted into. Still, even for Divyanka it was the step-side of her family, and we found ourselves outsiders at the wedding. At the rehearsal dinner we found ourselves at a table with Divyanka's stepbrother and his wife and kids. As we made small talk, I found it hard to concentrate on anything other than the fact that Jason's dick had been in Divyanka's mouth. Her own stepbrother. Of course, my dick had also been in her mouth. But talking to his wife and young kids underscored how bizarre it must have been for both of them. And, of course, he had fucked Divyanka's sister. I wondered if he had fucked Divyanka, too.



My moment to find out came later in the evening. The kids had wandered off to eat more food, and Divyanka and some of the other women were chatting across the room. I found myself sitting next to Jason, alone at the table. We made some small talk. I liked him, he was an easy-going kind of guy. He had had a few drinks, and I knew that this was the time to ask.

"Jason," I said, making sure no one was nearby to overhear us. "Can I ask you some questions, about Divyanka, when she was young?"

"Sure," he said, leaning in. "Any time I can embarrass my stepsister, I'm game." He grinned broadly.

"Well, I don't know how to bring this up to you, but she mentioned, one night to me, that she wrecked your car. And you were pretty mad. And she said she made it up to you, but she didn't say how. Did she pay for it?"

"Oh, that," he said, looking around the room. He paused, his fingers fidgeting. "No, I didn't make her pay for the damages. She just apologized."

"That's it? Just an 'I'm sorry.' I thought she must have done something to repay you. I know that when she was in college she'd bet sex on things. She told me about that stuff. So I wondered if, when she wrecked your car, she might have done something," I emphasized the last word.

Jason said nothing, but looked at Divyanka and his wife talking. Then he turned to me, he face red. "What are you getting at?"

"Nothing, nothing!" I said quietly, throwing up my hands. "I'm just curious, I'm trying to understand her."

He took in my words carefully, and nodded slowly. "Understand her. Does she, um, has she had to...repay you for something?"

"You can put it that way," I said, grinning. I mouthed the word 'blowjob' slowly.

Jason exhaled. "I thought you were going to confront or judge me. Or worse, tell my wife. That was a long time ago," he mused. "So she's still at it, I see." His expression softened, and he grinned. "I can tell you, I was not expecting it. I was pissed, right, because she had wrecked my car. And she came to my room, and was all sweet and innocent about it. She apologized, and while I was ranting at her she just casually said she'd suck me off to make up for it. I thought she was kidding. And then she opened her shirt, and god, those tits."



He seemed lost for a moment, then continued. "So, yeah, I let my stepsister suck my dick. I came all over her, it was in her hair and everything. Our parents were downstairs, and she had left the door open. I was so afraid we'd get caught, it just heightened everything. There she was, on her knees with her tits out and my dick in her mouth. It was—and maybe still is—one of the craziest moments of my life. Anyway, I came and she got up and cleaned up and buttoned up her shirt and that was it. So, has she already, or did she say she was going to?"

"Since we're speaking confidentially," I said, "she already has."

"I wonder if she's as good as she was back then," he mused. "She's certainly had a lot of practice. So just a BJ?"

"Yeah," I said, omitting some of the details. "It was amazing."

"I bet," he said. "I didn't think it could get any better with her." He stopped short. I looked at him and he said, "never mind."

"Come on, you can't say that and stop there. What did you mean?"

He sighed, taking a drink. "Well, since you're not judging, I'll tell you this. We did it, once. And it was wild. It was at our family reunion, a year after the BJ. If you want to get her to talk about it..."

As he whispered his final comments the women returned. I looked Divyanka over, and I saw Jason do the same. His wife did not notice. Divyanka extended her hand and said to me, "are you too cool to dance with your stepmom?"



"I'm the least coolest person I know," I said, and took her hand. We walked out to the dance floor and slow danced with everyone else. Divyanka wore a silver dress that clung to her curves. It was modest, but I also knew she had a bra on and nothing else. When we had gotten to the hotel room we had ended up kissing, naked, her hand wrapped around my throbbing dick, when someone knocked on our hotel room door. We quickly got dressed and she opened the door to well-meaning relatives wanting to say hello. In the scramble, her underwear had ended up tangled in our sheets, and we had headed out to the rehearsal dinner.

We danced as one might expect from a stepson and stepmom. As we danced, she asked what Jason and I had talked about.

"Oh, not much," I said. "Just about you, when you were young and stuff."

"Embarrassing stories about me?" she asked.



"Sure," I said. "Not more embarrassing than anything you've told me. I mean, how many people here have you done something with?" I said this with a smile, and, in the dim dance floor lights, reached down and gave her ass a gentle squeeze before returning my hand.

"Oh, you know," she said casually, "I'd have to think about it." She looked around as we danced. "Just two, here, actually. God, that sounds awful."

"Who else?" I said, looking around.

"You are going to think I'm horrible," she said.

I leaned in close, "given how I've spent my last few weeks, I'm not going to judge. Seriously, who was it?"

"See that guy in the light grey suit?"

"The guy in his sixties?" I asked.

"Well, he wasn't in his sixties back then, but he was older than me by over twenty years. That's my stepdad's friend Mitch. He and I did it a lot one summer, when I was home from college. He hired me to help in his dental office, and I stayed late a lot, and, well, we fucked right on the dental chairs. He was married, which I feel bad about, really. But his wife wasn't interested, and he was interested in me, and we did it once because I felt bad for him. And after that we did it at least once a day, because he was so good at it. Once he fucked me from behind and my mom had an appointment the next day in the same chair. It was crazy. We must have done it like a hundred times."



"Divya, how many times have you done it?" I asked.

"I couldn't count, to be honest. Let's just say I enjoy myself."

"And who's the other family member—or friend of the family—that isn't here that you've done it with."

The dance ended and the lights came up. She looked around and someone she knew asked her to dance. She smiled and left me to dance. I looked the retired dentist over. I decided against talking to him, and before I could do anything else Jason's wife, Danielle, asked me to dance. We made small talk, all the while I wondered if she knew that her husband had had sex with his stepsister when they were younger. When the dance ended Divyanka found me and took me by the arm.



"Let's get some fresh air," she said, and led me out of the room. The music faded as we walked through the hotel halls. We wandered, her dbangd on my arm, before she started talking. "Do you think I'm terrible?"

"No, of course not," I said. Then I asked a question I had wanted to ask, but was afraid to. "Did dad know about all of this?"

"No," she said. "I wasn't keeping it from him, you know. But it just never came up. He knew some things, here and there. Like the  game bet. God, that turned him on. He used to bet me all kinds of things to get me in bed. Even though he'd get me in bed whenever he wanted, it was fun to make it due to a lost bet. Or some kind of favor. I know it's been a long time, but I still miss him."



We walked the hotel grounds, a beautifully manicured garden, in silence for a while. I finally spoke, "about, well, about Dad. I guess he wouldn't be happy with either of us right now."

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"When he passed away, he told me to be happy. And he asked me to take care of you. And right now, I'm happy taking care of you. He knew what I was like, I don't think he's mad. Are you feeling guilty?"

"A little," I said. "Just thinking about family a lot tonight."

"I know," she agreed. "Seeing everybody is bringing back a lot of memories. I'm glad I have you here. And don't worry about your dad. You know, he really wanted me to give someone a blowjob in front of him. He never asked explicitly, but I knew he wanted to. He knew that I once did two guys at once, and when I told him he was so turned on he fucked me three times in a row, a record."





 

"Two at once, huh?" I said.

She stopped, and sighed, "yes, once. It was Jason, believe it or not. And his cousin, Brian. We were visiting for a family reunion, about a year after I blew him. I'd never done anything with him again, although I knew he wanted to. The extended family had rented a campground and we had tents everywhere. Jason, and Brian, and I were hanging out in a tent, mid-day, it was so hot. And I don't know how we got on the subject, but we started talking about whether or not size mattered. Brian, as he liked to tell everyone, had a very big dick. He brought it up constantly to anyone who would listen.



"I remember Brian was bragging about how, by virtue of his size, he was bound to be better at sex. He was specifically trying to get at Jason, and I was defensive of my step brother. I told Brian that size didn't matter, and he said he didn't believe me. So, I told them that I'd judge right then and there. You should have seen their faces. I slipped off my shorts, buried my face in the sleeping bags, and told them each to go inside me and stroke a few times, without telling me who it was. And I'd tell them who felt better, who was better at it.

"So I did. And I remember waiting, with my ass in the air, for one of them to stick it in. I was getting pretty wet as one of them got behind me, his dick probing me. He slid in slowly, and I knew just by the size it was Brian. He was pretty awful, just thrusting away like he was sawing through a log. I let him enter me and thrust for about a minute before I told them to switch. He pulled out and after a little bit Jason slid into me. He was smaller, but immediately he angled differently, and each time he thrust into me I felt an electric tingle building inside me. I let him keep thrusting for a while, and finally said 'whoever this is, you're so much better. Don't stop.' And he started fucking me. I could feel an orgasm building inside me, and I came hard, biting my lip to keep quiet.



"I lifted my head up, and Brian was sitting next to me, looking dejected. His dick—and it was the biggest I'd ever seen—was still pretty hard, and I felt sorry for him. All those years of bragging, and I crushed his spirit. So I told him to let me suck his dick. He jumped at the chance, and Jason was thrusting into me while I sucked Brian. Jason came first, and I let him come all over my ass and back. Brian got close, and I stroked him to the final point, and he came on my face and neck. And I rolled over onto their sleeping bags, exhausted."



We were near the elevator when she stopped talking. I looked at her, and wordlessly I hit the up button. We said nothing as we entered the elevator and took it to our room, as a woman was already in the car. As we walked into the room I pulled her close and kissed her. She pressed her body against me as I unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the ground and took off her bra. She stood, naked, her pussy dripping in anticipation.

"You owe me," I said, "for what happened."



"I know," she nodded.

"But you're not paying me back right now," I said, taking off my clothes quickly. "This is about us, right now. And right now, I want you."

"I want you to," she said, pressing her body against me. I cupped her ass and ground against her as we kissed. I ran my hand through her short, wavy hair and she dipped her head back. I took it as an invitation to kiss her neck, running down and over her collarbone. I then reached down, grabbing her by the ass and lifting. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around me as she fell gently against the wall.

"Now," she said.



I didn't hesitate. I lifted her a little more, so that the head of my swollen, throbbing dick was rubbing against her slick pussy. With barely any effort the head of my dick popped inside her, and I thrust deep into her. I was inside my stepmom.

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We fucked hard, against the wall, our bodies plastered together. It was all I could do to stay upright, as I held her up and she wrapped around me. Divyanka came quickly, her pussy tightening around me as she panted hard. I kept thrusting, lost in the feeling of her body against mine, and she came again. This time I could not hold off, and I exploded with her. She cried out as I came inside her, filling her with all of the arousal of the moment, and the hours that led up to it. We stayed against the wall, her pussy and my dick pulsing in unison as I filled her with my semen. Then, as we came off our mutual climax, I set her down gently as I pulled out of her. Cum ran out of her and down her thigh, and she laughed.



I pulled her to the bed, and she lay down and spread her legs wide. She was a dripping mess, and I was still hard. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward to kiss her breasts, crushing her nipples gently between my lips. As I paid attention to her, she stroked my slick shaft, begging me to enter her again.

"How will you repay me if I fuck you again?" I asked between kissing her breasts.

"I'll fuck you every day, how about that?" she panted.



I grinned, and slid into her. She gasped, her eyes closing in delight as I started to fuck her again. It was more enjoyable now that I wasn't holding her up against the wall. My hands were free to roam and I felt her magnificent tits as I thrust into her. I was not even close to coming, and as I thrust into her, she came repeatedly. She moaned softly with each orgasm, her pussy gripping me tighter and tighter. Eventually I felt myself getting closer, and I came inside her again. She laughed in delight as I came inside her a second time, my orgasm just as intense as the first. She sat up and pushed me to lie flat on the bed. She crawled between my legs and started to lick my dick clean.



She took me into her mouth gently, mindful of how sensitive I was. She sucked me slowly, my flaccid dick trying to give up despite her efforts. She swung herself around so her pussy, dripping with my cum and her wetness, hovered over my face. I dove in, licking her pussy and clit as she sucked me. I could feel myself getting hard again, but was enjoying the feeling of her pussy in my face. I licked recklessly, listening to her squeals when I hit the right spots. I teased her, avoiding her clit until she'd shift herself so my tongue would hit it. I was hard again, and now she was sucking me in earnest.



Divyanka came suddenly, her body shuddering. A flood of wetness and my cum leaked out of her and onto my face and chin. Was a mess, covered from her pussy's contractions. I kept licking until she leapt off of me.

"I need a break down there," she panted, laughing. I pulled her close, kissing her. I felt her tits as she stroked my dick, and I was inspired. I straddled her, and put my dick between her tits. She understood, and pressed her tits together around my dick as I started to thrust. I was lubricated from all the cum and wetness, and I slid between her tits effortlessly. She maintained eye contact while talking dirty to me.

"That's it, baby," she panted. "Fuck my tits. Come all over me."



I had come twice already, but eventually my orgasm started to materialize. I was getting closer, and she could tell by the angry, deep red color of my dick. She picked up the pace, rubbing her tits to match my thrusts. I came, a relatively weak spurt of cum shooting from between her tits and hitting her face. Smaller pulses of cum shot out, covering her tits. I kept thrusting, willing myself to stay hard.

When I stopped coming I got off of her and took her hand. She accepted, and let me pull her gently out of bed. She looked puzzled. We both looked worse for wear. Her hair was damp and hung in loose waves over her forehead. We were both wobbly on our feet, and she laughed and fell against me when she stood up.



"What now?" she asked. "I'm a little worn out, it's been a while since I've been with someone with so much energy."

"I had an idea," I said, and gestured to the balcony.

"You've got to be kidding," she said, looking over my shoulder. She was pressed against me, and I gripped her ass gently.

"No one will see who it is at this time of night," I said.

"But anyone who looks up from the grounds will see two people doing it on the balcony," she replied.

I took her hand and led her to the balcony. "I bet no one will see us," I said. I pushed her gently and she bent over the balcony, her ass sticking out to me and her tits hanging over the stucco. It was late, and the neighbor's balconies were empty and dark. We were six floors up, and anyone looking up would see us, but not recognize us.



As I thrust into her, beating my father's record, I looked down on the grounds. She thrust backward to meet my motion, our bodies slapping together. We fucked hard, our bodies exhausted. I never wanted it to end, that perfect night with Divyanka. I could no longer tell when she was coming, as her body shuddered over and over. She cried out, and a couple down below looked up. Divyanka's tits were swinging as she leaned over the balcony. It was obvious what we were up to as they pointed up to us.

I came, my body giving out as my dick pulsed inside her. I didn't even know if I had cum left to give her, but it didn't matter. I pulled out of her and we stumbled back to the bed and collapsed together. We were too exhausted to move. As we drifted off to sleep, she whispered in my ear.

"I won that bet."

"You cheated," I said.



"We never said we couldn't make any sound, so I won. And since I won, my prize is that you are going to move into my bedroom when we get back."

"What if I had one the bet?" I asked.

"You'll have to make a new bet to find out," she said, kissing me. And, finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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