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[Krishan202]

If I had been so inclined to admit to being Anjali’s husband, I could have attested to that fact. I had been trying for years to get her to let me ass fuck her. She was also right that I would do just about anything for the opportunity to slip my hard dick up her tight hole.



Back on the bed, things went pretty smoothly. Anjali gobbled and sucked the cock in her mouth while the guy behind her held her hips and pounded her pussy for all it was worth. Several times I could hear moans and sounds trying to escape Anjali’s cocksucking lips, but I wasn’t sure if they were good sounds or bad ones. Not that it much mattered.

After the first round, Anjali had sucked off two cocks and was filled by the other four. One young man couldn’t get off in her mouth, a leftover reaction he said from a girlfriend who he said would not let him cum in her mouth, but loved to suck his cock. Didn’t matter since it took him all of ten seconds to unload in Anjali’s well fucked cunt.





I shut the camera off as everyone took a break. Beers were opened and drained, cigarettes were smoked, and the recycled beer was pissed away.


I was sitting in a chair sipping on a beer waiting for the action to start back up. I somehow had gotten used to the perpetual hard on I was sporting. Anjali apparently noticed it too and decided to fuck with me.


“What about you? Don’t you want to get off too?”


“These guys paid more than my share. I’ll wait till they get done,” I told her.


“Pull it out. I want to see it.”


I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out into the open.


“That’s a nice one there. Tell you what, I’ll make you a special deal, because I am having so much fun with you guys tonight,” she tells me, “What would you give to ass fuck me right now?”


“How about a 7000?”


“No money is too easy. I was thinking of you showing me how much you would like to have my ass. What's to say you lick my creamy pussy for ten minutes, then you can have my ass.”





It was an odd proposition to say the least. While I had fantasized about fucking my wife’s pussy full of other men’s cum, I had never thought about eating her cream pie out. But to get her ass.


“ok.”


“Come lay on the bed.”

I took my clothes off and laid down on the center of the bed. Anjali wasted no time in placing her gaping cunt hole over my mouth. Globs of cum immediately started leaking from her and dripping on my face. It was a strange sensation but very erotic at the same time. It didn’t hurt that I was at eye level at my true intended target.





I licked and sucked her creamy pussy and jumped a bit when I felt Anjali’s mouth lower to my cock. I had to pull her off me twice to keep from blowing my load in her mouth. After ten minutes, the guys started hollering. Anjali rolled off of me and assumed her position on the bed. Ass high in the air and face flat on the mattress.

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I move in behind her and slip my dick into her now clean pussy to get it wet. Anjali reaches her hands back and spreads her cheeks to allow me access to her asshole. I take aim and begin a slow and gentle push. I don’t want to hurt her and try to take it easy. Anjali keeps clenching her ass muscles making it impossible for me to get in. I push a little harder and she jumps as she begins to yell.



“God damn that fucking hurts. No, we aren’t gonna do that now. You can use my mouth or pussy, but no ass.”


“A deal’s a deal. Hold her down boys.”


The guys grab hold of Anjali’s arms and legs. She is trying to kick and scream but only the screaming works. We place her stomach on a stack of pillows to keep her ass up. I tell one of the guys to find something to shut the whore up and he shoves a pair of dirty underwear in her mouth before pushing her head back to the bed and holding it there.


I move back behind my whore wife’s ass. I work up a big glob of spit and let it dribble into the crack of her ass. With my left hand, I work a slick finger into her. She is sobbing and she is still trying to thrash around. My right hand quickly finds a bare ass cheek.





“Stop it whore. You made the deal now live with it. Once I get it in it won’t be so bad.”


I slap her again and shove two fingers up her virgin ass. I spit again and wet my cockhead. I slide it up and down the crack of her ass and start to push in. I feel her tense and I slap her ass again. The shock must have caused her to lose her attention, because her sphincter relaxed and I went. She went still for a moment and I just held my position. I slapped her ass again which caused her to shove back on my cock a bit.


With each slap the whore took more of my cock until I was buried balls deep. I made a motion and had the guy holding her head pull the gag out. I expected her to yell. What I didn’t expect was what she yelled.


“Oh yeah baby, tear up my ass. Fuck me hard and fast. Somebody pinch my nipples and rub my clit. Fuck my ass, God damnit.”





My hands gripped her hips as I started fucking her tight hole. Hands were placed under her and her tits and pussy were being rubbed. The guys never let her go so she was at our total mercy. I motioned for the one guy to put his cock in her mouth. When he did, her head started bouncing up and down faster than I had ever seen before. She was literally fucking the guys cock with her mouth.


I was getting close to cumming and wanted to make the most out of my opportunity. I begin slapping her ass in time with my strokes.


“Pinch her nipples and clit, guys.”



Anjali pulls her mouth off the cock for a moment to speak. “Oh fuck yes. I’m gonna fucking cum. Son of a bitch it feels good having my ass fucked. Spank my nasty whore ass. Make me cum, please, make me cum.”


Anjali put her mouth back on the cock she was working on. I could hold out no longer. I pelted both of her ass cheeks as I rammed in deep and hard. I finally grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her tight to me. As my cum jetted out and filled her ass for the first time, I could hear her scream even with her mouth full of cock. I could also feel her pussy muscles convulsing in orgasm.



“Here’s a load for your mouth too, whore,” the young man fucking her mouth told my wife.


Anjali screamed again, and again I could feel her muscles twitching.





It was several hours before we got back home. We showered and climbed into bed. Anjali snuggled up next to me, her hand straying into my shorts and feeling my cock begin to stir.

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“Honey, I have a confession. I didn’t go out with my girlfriends last night. I went out whoring. And one of the guys took my anal cherry. I’m sorry you didn’t get it, but I would be happy to let you ass fuck me now to make it up to you. In fact, you can ass fuck your whore anytime you want.”









THE-END

[Koshi123]

“Honey, I have a confession. I didn’t go out with my girlfriends last night. I went out whoring. And one of the guys took my anal cherry. I’m sorry you didn’t get it, but I would be happy to let you ass fuck me now to make it up to you. In fact, you can ass fuck your whore anytime you want.”









THE-END

[Koshi123]

Good story

[Koshi123]

Write story on Ritu Varma

[Phantom]

Bro plz update Anushka and Nayanthara story ????

[Sarvanand]

Excellent updates

[thenameless]

Bro pls write another story with esha rebba

[Krishan202]

"So, you two are spending the night?" Anushka looked over the dining table at Karun and Hansika.



"Yeah ... we'll go to temple with you tomorrow ... so ..." Karun talked while chewing some steak.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie." Anushka took a sip of wine. "It's not polite."

"Sorry." Karun took a minute to swallow the food in his mouth and then looked at his eighteen-year-old, little brother. "So, has freakazoid here been to the doctor about his mutated dangler?"

"Goodness." Anushka placed her wineglass on the table with a hard thud. The red liquid sloshed inside it. She gave her eldest an icy look.

"Shut up, Karun." Shriya also gave her big brother a fierce stare. "You're such a bully."

Karun's wife, Hansika, gazed over at Krishan with a quizzical look on her face. Her brother-in-law was scrawny in all the places Karun filled out. Krishan had none of the muscles, or the height, that Karun had. But the teenager was also quite large where Karun was not. How odd. Life was full of strange juxtapositions. Krishan caught her staring, and Hansika blushed and turned her eyes to her plate. She brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder and raised her fork, taking a dainty bite of Brussels sprout.

"I'm afraid Shriya's right." Ganesh wanted to intervene before the siblings went at each other's throats. "You should apologize to everyone at this table."

"Sorry." Karun smiled. He didn't look very sorry. "So, doctor or not?"

"We can't afford the doctor right now, and he's doing fine." Anushka thought about how Krishan had taken her in the basement just hours ago. Her youngest son was certainly healthy. If anything, his parts worked too well.



"So, has it shrunk back down to normal size?" Karun leaned toward Krishan. "Or do you still got Frankenstein's package down there?"

Anushka took a deep breath. Ganesh and Shriya glared at Karun. Hansika looked down at her plate.

"Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster." Krishan met Karun's gaze. "I never thought I'd see you jealous, Karun."

"Jealous of a freak?" Karun let out a harsh, false laugh.

"That's enough, Karun." Ganesh really wanted to change the subject. How had his family devolved into insulting each other's bodies? "Let's talk about something else."

"I'm not a freak." Krishan was sick and tired of his brother's shit. "There's lots of guys with these issues. Mom even helped me find some new underwear that fit."

"You need help with your underwear?" Karun sneered. "What did she measure it for you, too?"

"No," Krishan whispered.

"It's no big deal." Anushka looked at her husband. "I've always bought underwear for the children."

"Yeah." Ganesh had known about the new underwear, but didn't like the suggestion that Anushka had measured Krishan. Ganesh wished he didn't care. All bodies were God's work, after all. But try as he might, he wasn't comfortable with Krishan's size. It felt ... dangerous somehow. "Of course she helped Krishan with an uncomfortable situation. The teenage years are awkward. I remember. I'm sure you remember, Karun. You're all lucky you have a mother willing to help you with anything."

This last statement caught Anushka mid-sip, and she coughed up her wine, spraying it on the table cloth.

Ganesh patted her back. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just got something down ... the wrong pipe." Anushka's face was very red. "Let's talk about something else."

"Of course, dear." Nothing would make Ganesh happier. The less he thought about that situation the better. "You've upset your mother, Karun. We'll hear no more about this."

"Sure, Dad." Karun nodded and eyed his little brother. "Sorry." He smiled his wolfish smile.

~~

The labyrinth was a cold, dark place with slate-gray walls. Anushka raced down one corridor after the next, stopping at dead ends and taking random turns. Her naked form shook with each stride. Her unsupported boobs ached as they bounced, forcing her to run with her arms pressed firmly on her bosom. Cold sweat dripped down her neck and spine.



Something followed her. With each false turn and dead end, she felt the thing draw closer. The chase felt like an unwinding ball of thread. She rapidly approached the vanishing center.

A hand shook her shoulder. "Anushka. Wake up Anushka," a voice whispered in her ear.

"Krish?" Anushka's eyes shot open. She was in bed with her husband snoring next to her. Soft starlight filtered in from their bedroom window casting deep shadows throughout the room. Anushka sucked in her breath. A woman stood over her, with her cold hand resting on Anushka's naked shoulder.

"No. Not Krish. It's me." Nayanthara gave the wife a reassuring smile. "You were having night terrors and I couldn't bear to watch you suffer through it."

"I thought the Samatars sent you away," Anushka whispered. She pulled her blanket up to her chin.

"They tried their best, dearie. Don't fault them for their failures." Nayanthara removed her hand from Anushka's shoulder and stood up straight. "Come with me, it's quite urgent." She turned and walked out of the bedroom.



"Wait. Wait." Anushka whispered after the apparition. But Nayanthara disappeared down the hall. "Darn it." Anushka slipped out of bed and threw on one of her husband's oversized flannel shirts. It hung open, exposing the valley between her newly enlarged breasts, but she didn't feel like she had time to button it. Anushka raced out of the room and saw Nayanthara walking by the stairway railing to her right. Anushka followed, holding her breasts as she had in her dream to keep them from bouncing about. Goosebumps covered her bare legs. The only thing she wore on her lower half was her panties. "Nayan?" Anushka called after the woman. "What happened to me? How do I fix it? You need to put things back to normal."

"That is what I've come to show you." Nayanthara looked over her shoulder. The long, dark Victorian dress disappeared into shadow as it trailed behind her. "Bond what was broken. Mend the stitches and return to form."

"What?" Anushka hustled after Nayanthara. "You're going to fix this? Fix these?" She emphasized the word these by squeezing her heavy boobs. Anushka had almost caught up to the woman. She passed by her son's closed bedroom door. She reached out to grab Nayanthara, but the woman vanished. Anushka heard the toilet flush in the bathroom to her left. Anushka stood in the hall dumbfounded.



The bathroom door opened with a flood of light and there stood Krishan humming the song. He didn't notice his mom in the hall as he wiped his hands on a towel and flipped off the light, dropping them into darkness again. He stepped into the hall without really looking where he was going and bonked into his half-naked mother. "Mom?" Their bodies pressed up against one another. Blood rushed to his dick.

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"Krish ... I was just ..." Anushka stumbled when her son bumped into her. She held his shoulders for support. Nayanthara's promise to return them to normalcy fell to the back of Anushka's mind as she now had Krishan's warm, lithe body next to her. She turned to face him and looked down into his earnest blue eyes. She could barely see him in the gloomy hall. "I thought I saw -" But Krishan cut her off by planting a soft kiss on her lips. Within seconds, she was making out with her son. A moment ago, she had been on the verge of getting that apparition to reverse this, but now she couldn't pull her tongue out of Krishan's mouth. Her arms encircled his shoulders and she felt his hands slide onto her butt. There was so much desire in the way he grabbed her and pulled her hips toward him. Even though he'd already spurted all over her back earlier that day, he was so hard. Anushka lost herself in their kiss.



~~

The memory of a tall man in a top hat menaced Hansika as she woke from a deep sleep. Her eyes opened with a start. She put her hand on her husband's strong chest and felt him sleeping soundly. Her heartbeat slowed. Then, without a thought, she was out of bed and up on her feet. She tugged at the hem of the oversized t-shirt she slept in and wandered toward the bedroom door.



There was something. Something out in the hall. Hansika had to look and see. She struggled with the doorknob, vision still blurred from sleep. She got the door open and stepped into the hall. Ganesh and Anushka's bedroom door stood open, which was odd. Then she heard something down at the other end of the hall. Hansika rubbed her eyes, but couldn't quite make out what she was seeing in the gloom. Two people seemed to stand in the shadows very close together. What were they doing?

This house had creeped Hansika out from the start. But as her vision cleared, creepy turned to something more daunting. A pit formed in her stomach. That couldn't be her mother-in-law down at the other end of the hall? Hansika squinted at the figures and decided it was. There stood Anushka pressed up against a shorter man. They embraced. Oh, my God. As her eyes took in more of the spectacle, she realized she was seeing Krishan and Anushka kissing like a couple of lovebirds.



"Stop, that's ... that's ... just stop," Hansika tried to shout at them, but her words came out a garbled, scratchy whisper. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of shock. How could she?

The lovers at the end of the hall seemed to float further away. Hansika took an unsteady step. She needed to put an end to this. But everything turned darker. She realized she was going to faint.

Out of the darkness, a naked, woman strode toward Hansika. The woman's  hair flowed down around her shoulders and she cradled her pale, bulging belly. "The bond, the pact, the contract made," the woman said. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, good Hansika."



"What? No," Hansika croaked. The whole world slipped. She took one more step and toppled over onto the cold hardwood. In the bedrooms on either side of her, Ganesh and Karun slept soundly. Sprawled in the hall, Hansika found a cold, dreamless sleep, too.

~~

Neither Krishan nor Anushka noticed Hansika at the other end of the hall. They were too caught up with each other. Even as the young woman fell to the floor, they didn't hear or see her.

"Mmmmmpphhh." Anushka broke the kiss with her son. "We have to stop." She looked down to see the flannel shirt had fallen open and her breasts were now exposed.

"A little more, Mom. Please?" Krishan bent a little, leaned forward, and took her warm nipple into his mouth. He rolled it around with his tongue.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." Anushka cradled his head with her left hand, pushing him up against her boob. "Okay, sweetie. Just a little more."



Krishan pulled off her shirt and moved his hands to her hips. He maneuvered her backwards down the hall and then into his bedroom. All the while, sucking her breast. He closed his door with his foot and pushed her back to his bed. When they arrived, Anushka fell backwards onto the sheets.

"We can't keep doing this, Krishan." Anushka leaned up on her elbows and watched Krishan pull off his tight boxers. Seeing that long, fat penis with all its bulging veins and its discolored head made Anushka wonder how she wasn't frightened of the thing. She should have been frightened. But instead, all she felt was awe and longing.

"I know we can't keep doing this, Mom." Krishan felt in control as he looked down at her curving body. Her tits hung out to the sides perfectly. Her hips arched out with extraordinary grace from her waist. He could just see the top of her brown bush as she pressed her legs together. "But we should enjoy this thing we have for at least a little while longer. there is nothing better for a man than to eat and drink and tell himself that his labor is good. Right?" Krishan spread her legs and dropped to his knees on the floor next to his bed. He pulled her panties aside and gazed with reverence at the protruding pussy lips.

"What does Ecclesiastes have to do with ... oh ... oh ... oooohhhhhhhh." Anushka threw her head back on the mattress as her son's tongue explored her vagina. "Oh, gosh, Krish. You're ... eating and drinking meeeeeeee." An orgasm rapidly approached. How had she lived her whole life without asking anyone to go down on her? How would she live the rest of her life once her family went back to normal? Would Ganesh do this for her? "You're going to ... make me ... explode." Anushka's whole body trembled and she gripped the sheets tightly with fists on either side of her hips. If his tongue felt this good inside her and on her lips, what would it be like if and when he found her clit? Anushka couldn't fathom it. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Her eyes lost focus and she came on Krishan's tongue, her hips bucking on the mattress.



Hearing his mom squeal out her orgasm, Krishan lifted his head and wiped off his mouth. He roughly maneuvered the quivering Anushka into the middle of the bed, got between her legs, and lined up his cock. Some part of his mind called out to him to quit this while he still could. But those thoughts were drowned out by the pulsing, howling animal id that urged him on. Watching her slick entrance, he slipped the head of his dick inside her and smiled at how it so easily distorted her pussy.

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"Krish, are we ...?" Anushka came down from her orgasm to find herself pinned by Krishan's monster. He was going to mate her again, and there was nothing she could do about it. The penis sunk into her, and she found that there was nothing she wanted to do about it. He filled her up so perfectly. As his balls came to rest on her butt, she felt the tip of his thing nudging at her very soul. "If we keep doing ... it ... we'll never be able ... to stop." Anushka grunted and felt that magical tool slide in and out of her. "How does this keep ... happening?"



"I don't know, Mom." Krishan looked down into her soft, brown eyes with pure adoration as he pumped her pussy. "But I love you." He knew in that moment that whatever Nayanthara gave him, or any other women that came into his life in the years ahead, nothing could replicate the pure rapture of bonding with his mother.

"I love you ... so much ... Krish. I would do ... anything ... mmmmppphhhh." Her words were lost as his handsome face descended and he kissed her again. Their bellies slapped together, his trim and flat, hers more supple and curved. Ganesh had never kissed her with such passion or longing. Oh, no, poor Ganesh. The thought of her husband was almost enough to break the spell. But then Krishan rolled his tongue around hers and shoved her organs around with his tool, and she lost herself in rapture again.

Krishan broke their kiss and lifted himself up so he could look down on Anushka again. He placed his hands behind her knees and held her legs open. He could see Anushka's belly bulging with each stroke. It was mesmerizing. "Look, Mom. Look what I'm doing to you."

"What?" Anushka looked up at him and saw where he was looking. She lifted her head and looked past her wobbling breasts down to her tummy. "Oh, gosh ... Oh, gosh. How can that ... be?" She could see his thing protruding underneath her flesh as he bottomed out each time. The sight of her deforming belly sent her over the edge. She lost herself in another orgasm.

More than twenty minutes, and several orgasms later, Anushka sensed that Krishan was close. "Not ... uh ... uh ... inside." Anushka opened her eyes and looked up as Krishan still held her legs, sweat dripping off his nose and landing on her chest. She scarcely recognized his cute, sweet face as it twisted with purpose and desire. "Not ... inside ... please."



"Okay." Krishan pulled out of her and fapped his dick for all he was worth. He looked down at Anushka, her hair damp with sweat, her mouth hanging open with something akin to reverence, her breasts heaving with each breath. "You're ... so ... perfect ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Cum blasted out of him and sailed through the air. It splashed down on her boobs, stomach, face, and hair.

Anushka closed her eyes and accepted his seed all over her. There was so much of it. She felt spurt after spurt land and she listened as Krishan's groans died down. Eventually, he finished and she wiped the sperm out of her eyes. "You are some sort of miracle, Krishan." She opened her eyes and was happy to see the look of complete satisfaction on his face.

"I'm so lucky, to have you." Krishan slumped forward. He didn't care if she was covered in his cum. He wanted to lay his head on her breast, have her arms surround him, and drift off to sleep.

"No you don't, mister." Anushka held up a hand and caught his chest, stopping him from lying down. "If we fall asleep in here ..." She looked down at herself. "... covered in your stuff ..." She sat up and moved to the side of the bed. "... someone is going to catch us." She stood and held her hand out to him. "We're lucky this is such a large house and the family members are heavy sleepers. It's shower time, pumpkin. Let's get cleaned off."



"Sure, Mom." Krishan took her hand and let her lead him across the hall into the bathroom.

Of course, Anushka shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next. Once the shower was going, and they were rubbing each other's bodies with soap, things got out of hand. Anushka found herself on her knees lovingly sucking Krishan's thing. The young man could just keep going and going. After a while, he unloaded in her mouth. She devoured all his salty seed.

They finished cleaning and each went back to their own bed. Anushka curled up on her side next to her warm husband, her vagina stretched and her belly full of semen. How had it come to this? How was she going to rein them in? She drifted off to sleep thinking about her crazy day. Her son had taken her twice and she had loved every second of it.



~~

Ganesh sat on a horse, the saddle creaking under him as he adjusted his weight. He'd never ridden a horse before, so it was odd to sit on one. Before him a wide dirt road wended off through the prairie. His horse shuffled its feet with anxiety as it waited.

Behind him, the sound of hooves appeared and gradually grew louder. Ganesh turned his head to see a man in a top hat riding a midnight black horse up the long road. The man pulled the reins and stopped next to Ganesh. The horse and the man were quite large. So much so that Ganesh had to look up to see the man's pallid face. Ganesh's gaze hung on the dark drooping mustache and then moved up to his eyes. Ganesh had never seen eyes so devoid of light.

"You're a fool." The man's voice was slow and gruff. He brushed at the lapel of his long, velvet jacket.

"Why?" Ganesh wanted to ride away from the man, but he didn't know how to make his horse move.

"You countenance the buck's face." He leaned forward and offered a grim smile.

"What?" Ganesh gulped and felt his throat constrict.

"Horns." The man shook his head and his smile drooped along with his mustache. "They saddle you with horns. They do it right under your nose."

"Who?" Ganesh wasn't usually a monosyllabic kind of person, but this man brought it out in him.

"Who am I?" The man reached up and briefly tipped his top hat at Ganesh. "Mr. Vinay  at your service." His smile did not return. "Heed me. Or become the gelding." Vinay's eyes absorbed more and more light as darkness fell around them.

Soon, shadows spread across the prairie. Ganesh kicked his horse but it wouldn't budge. Vinay leaned toward him with malevolence written all over his stony face. Ganesh screamed and the dark moved upon him. There was nothing but black.
"No." Ganesh sat up in bed with real fear in his heart. Cool morning sunlight fell in through his bedroom window. He put out his hand and felt his wife's reassuring warmth next to him. Just a dream. Well, not a dream really. More of a nightmare. Maybe there was something to Anushka's fears about this house. Ganesh decided to be more supportive of his wife.

~~

When Hansika woke, she expected to find herself on the cold hallway floor. But instead, she was snug in the guest bed next to Karun. She peeked out from under the covers and could see their bedroom door firmly shut.

What a strange dream. Like in all dreams, things that made sense in the dead of night now seemed absurd. Anushka kissing her own son? That was crazy. And a naked lady roaming the halls talking about deals? That was bonkers. Hansika sighed and stretched.



There was one thing she couldn't quite figure out. Given that she'd dreamed about upsetting, perverted, and morally reprehensible things, why was her pussy so wet? As she fell back asleep, she pondered that fact. No answers came to her.

~~

Sunday afternoon rolled around and the family loitered in the main living room.

"The pastor said the temple doesn't acknowledge ghosts or demons." Ganesh sat on the couch and watched his wife. She was still wearing saree with a cardigan over it. Ganesh eyed the little peep hole that her bust . Her breasts looked ... bigger. "According to him, they don't exist."

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"Okay." Anushka nodded. "I just think we need to follow up with somebody else. There has to be someone there that can help us."

"No more Samatars?" Shriya sat cross-legged on the floor.

"No, we'll have them back, too." Anushka nodded. "I just want to get as much help as our budget will allow."

"What's our budget?" Shriya was surprised they had money for this.

"Well ..." Anushka coughed. "Zero?"

"Maybe we could put a few thousands into this," Ganesh said.

Anushka smiled at her husband and mouthed thank you. "Speaking of the Samatars, I've been meaning to ask who removed the symbol by the locked door?"

Hansika raised her hand on the end of the couch. "The sugar on the floor? I accidently stepped on that, so I cleaned it up."

"It was salt." Anushka eyed her daughter-in-law. The woman seemed even more shy around her than usual. "Did you clean any other symbols?"

Hansika shook her head.



"Well, I know it was an accident, but I'd like us all to leave the symbols be. Okay?" Anushka sighed. She wondered if that destroyed symbol was why Nayanthara was free to move about the house last night.

"Great job." Karun glared at his wife. "I told you Mom wanted to leave those things where they were." Karun reclined in a plush chair and moved his eyes back to his phone. "So, you're serious about these ghosts, Mom? Are you into this too, Dad?"

"Well, I want to make everyone comfortable." Ganesh nodded. "And I have had some odd feelings in this house."

Hansika felt bad about upsetting Anushka and her husband. Her confusion about the conversation just added to her stress. Tears filled her eyes. She stood and rushed out of the room. She still had on her saree. The hem of it swished behind her as she moved. She stopped in the hallway and waited, hoping her husband would come to check and see if she was okay. When he didn't come out, tears really began flowing down her cheeks. She put her hands on her face and walked past the front door and eventually turned into the library. She found a comfortable chair and sat down. She felt so fragile since that crazy dream last night.

"Don't worry, dearie. They'll forgive you." A soft woman's voice carried through the room.

Hansika was suddenly very aware how little attention she'd paid her surroundings as she walked into the library. She removed her hands from her watery, eyes and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. Across from her in a chair sat a woman in a long, flowing dress. The woman sat very straight, and watched her with an expectant smile. Hansika took in the woman's hair, freckles, and swollen belly. It was the lady from her dream. Was she dreaming again?

 

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." The woman's smile was sympathetic and reassuring. " Anyway, Anushka will forgive your little cleaning spree. As for me, I'd like to thank you. You've done me a service and I intend to make recompense." The woman tilted her head and winked a green eye at Hansika.

"Who are you?" Hansika realized she'd been holding her breath. She exhaled.

"I am Mrs. Nayanthara ." Nayanthara's smile broadened. Her face filled with warmth and generosity. 

Hansika's tears dried. "I married Karun. I'm Hansika."

"A splendid acquaintance met." Nayanthara looked at a book she held open in her lap. "This is First Love . Do you know it?"

"I ... I ... don't read very much." Hansika started to feel faint again.

"A pity. A lovely woman reintroduced it to me recently." Nayanthara brushed her fingertip along the page, looking for a particular line. "I do believe it played a not inconsequential part in her fall."

"Her fall?" Hansika couldn't understand what was happening.



"Ah, here it is." Nayanthara read aloud, "No! I cannot love people whom I find that I look down on. I need someone who would himself master me, but then, goodness me, I shall never come across anyone like that. I will never fall into anybody's clutches, never, never." Nayanthara looked up from the book. "That is you, is it not? You looked to your good husband to master you, but he cannot. You seek to fall into someone's clutches, but fear opportunities passed."

"Karun?" Hansika rubbed at her temples. "No. He ... I mean ... yes ... he takes care of me."

"You missed the mark when you picked him, but not by much. Where Karun fails another would succeed."

"Krishan?" Hansika arched her eyebrows in disbelief. "You're crazy. He's like my little brother."

"I can give you everything you've missed by wedding the lesser, dearie." Nayanthara closed the book and leaned in her chair closer to Hansika. "Pleasure you hadn't dreamed of. Belonging. Protection. You need only make the bond. You see, we paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation."



"I don't know what that means." Hansika instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off to this woman.

"It means." Nayanthara stood, walked over to Hansika, and lightly touched her pink cheek with a frigid finger. "If you say yes to my offer, I will change your life for the better. Do say yes."

"No."

"Very well." Nayanthara dropped her hand and walked toward the door. "I thought you might have better sense than that." She stopped in the doorway and looked back. "I've had a thought. Let me give you a little taste of the world on the other side." Nayanthara chuckled to herself and disappeared down the hall.



~~

Krishan had watched Hansika leave the living room. He could tell she was crying, but no one else seemed to notice or care. He sat and listened to his family discuss how to rid the house of its haunting, but he stayed silent. The last thing he wanted was a successful exorcism.

After a while, Krishan stood and quietly exited the room. No one seemed to notice his exit either. He walked down the hall, checking rooms. Hansika's beauty and her pitying kindness toward Krishan made her difficult to talk to. But he did want to check on her.

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The library was where he finally found Hansika. She was sitting in an armchair and looking at the old faded wallpaper above the bookshelves.

Krishan entered the room. "Hansika?"



"Jeez." Hansika gave a start and looked over at him. "You surprised me, Krishan." Her eyes were red from crying and she had a far-off expression as she watched him approach. Black mascara ran down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Krishan stopped next to her chair. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them. He could feel how sweaty his palms were.

"I thought Karun was coming for me, but it was you. Karun can be so stupid." Hansika waved her hand dismissively at Krishan, but accidently brushed the bulge in his pants with her wedding ring. "Oh, sorry." She pulled her hand back like it had been bitten by a snake.

"It's okay." But it wasn't. Krishan could feel his dick swelling. "It was an accident."

Like iron to a magnet, Hansika's eyes locked in on the bulge in Krishan's pants. "It's so odd. You're so different from your brother. In every way."

"How so?" Krishan's breath came in short gasps. He looked down at her ample cleavage, exposed from his angle standing above her.



"Just that. That's all." Hansika caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She saw Nayanthara reenter the library and shut the door behind her. "Krishan. I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a strange woman in here with us. I think I'm dreaming. I had the strangest dream last night, and now here I am again. I must have fallen asleep in this chair."

Krishan looked over his shoulder. "That's just. Nayanthara. She's friendly, don't worry." He made eye contact with Nayanthara and nodded encouragement at him. Krishan knew what that meant. He had a chance with Hansika. His anxiety spiked as he thought about his mother's disapproval and Karun's probable homicidal reaction. Nayanthara nodded again and gave him a smile that filled him with confidence. It would be okay. His anxiety melted away.



"Oh, silly me." Hansika giggled. She watched Nayanthara find a seat on the other side of the room and then she looked back at Krishan's pants. "Since this is a dream, can I get another look at it? Ever since we all saw it that one day, I just keep ... wondering ..."

"This isn't a dream." Krishan unclasped his hands and unbuttoned his pants. His trembling fingers made the task difficult, but he managed it and dropped his pants.

"That's just what a dream would say." Hansika giggled again. She reached out and flipped his blue tie over his shoulder. then pulled down his underwear. She gasped when she beheld the rigid dick that sprung out. "I ... I knew it was big ... but ... oh my God." She reached out a finger to touch the purple head. It was spongy, yet firm. She withdrew her finger and looked at the white mark she'd made there quickly disappear. Clear liquid dribbled from his little hole. So much precum. "It looks so ... aggressive. I wonder what it looks like in real life." She leaned back in her chair. "Okay, that's enough. You can put it away now."

"Really?" Krishan pressed his lips together in disappointment.

"I promised you a taste," Nayanthara said from across the room. "Have your taste, dearie."



"Um ... even in a dream ... I don't think I should." But she leaned over and licked the head with her tongue. It was salty, warm, and ... powerful. Before she knew it, she had the whole head in her mouth, swirling her tongue round and round.

"You grab a bull by the horns, ." Nayanthara reclined in her seat, the slightest smile touching her pink lips. "You grab young Krishan by the ..."

With the head still in her mouth, Hansika reached out and took hold of Krishan's balls. "Uuuuuuuggggghhhh." She was surprised by their size and weight. How much cum did he have stored in there? Hansika's shoulders shuddered as she thought about what it would be like to find out.

"You're so perfect, Hansika. Why do you always take Karun's side?" Krishan looked down into her pretty face and watched her blue eyes look up at him. Her eyes went wide and she froze, her little nostrils flaring.

Making eye contact with her brother-in-law was frightful because in that moment she realized this wasn't a dream at all. She was really sucking on Krishan's cock. She held his actual balls between her fingers. She spit the cockhead out of her mouth and let go of his testicles. "Oh, god. I didn't mean to. Karun is my husband, Krishan. Oh, shit. I thought I was dreaming."



"Don't stop, Hansika." Krishan looked down at his dick, glistening in the afternoon light with her saliva. "I'm sorry I mentioned Karun."

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"Karun. No, no, no." Hansika stood and looked about the room in a panic. "I was just curious about your ... your ..." She pointed at the grotesque dick that jutted out from Krishan's slender hips. "I thought it wasn't ... real." Hansika looked into the corner of the room. "That lady, Nayantara... Is she real?"

Nayanthara smiled and nodded at the young woman.

"Yeah," Krishan said.

"No, no, no. This is an evil house, Krish." Hansika raced to the library door. "We need to leave. I need to get Karun." She opened the door and ran into the hall, her  dress flowing behind her. Once out in the hall, she was suddenly confused. She couldn't remember where she'd left her husband.



The first door to the left in front of the stairs hung open. Was Karun in there? Hansika wasn't sure, but she wandered toward the door. As she stepped inside the room, she thought that maybe this was the locked room that no one had been in before. The one whose symbol she'd accidently destroyed. But that couldn't be right. She was so confused. She stepped further into the room and the door swung closed behind her.

"What?" Hansika squinted in the low light. There was a sofa along one wall with an oil lamp flickering on an end table. In a far corner, stood a ten-foot high bear. It had been taxidermied in a fearsome pose. Against the opposite wall from the sofa, a sideboard was covered in beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles.

On the sofa, reclined a youngman in overalls. He tipped his herringbone flat cap to her and winked a green eye. "Welcome, Hansika. Mom said I should expect you."

"Who are you?" But Hansika could tell. With his freckles, angular jaw, and wide-set green eyes. He could only be Nayantara's son.

"My name's sunny and we're going to be good friends." He stood and smiled. "Really good friends."

Hansika turned to run back the way she'd come, but the door was locked behind her. She pounded on the door and yelled for her husband Karun, but no one in the rest of the house could hear her.



"This is a special room," Sunny said from behind her. "A private room. My father built it at great expense to keep all that happens here from the rest of the world." He moved toward the screaming woman. "Father did very bad things in here. But we're going to do good things."

"No." Hansika looked over her shoulder at the approaching boy. He was certainly only a little older than Krishan. She pounded the door with her fists. "Nooooooooo." But no one came to her rescue.

~~

Back in the library, Nayanthara walked over to the door and gently closed it. She then turned and shrugged at Krishan. "Sometimes, things don't go as planned. My daddy always told me, never be afraid to hitch your cart to a new horse."

"What's that mean?" Krishan had both hands on his dick. He wasn't sure what to do with his raging hardon.

"It means I'm tractable, dearie." She walked over to Krishan and kneeled before him. She gently replaced his hands on his penis with her own icy fingers and stroked him. "When a plan doesn't work, we have another waiting in the wings." She licked the oozing precum off the head.

"We?"

"Me and the house, Krish." Nayanthara took another lick and looked up at him with urgent eyes. "Now we don't have too much time before the others come looking for you. Let's get you taken care of." She sucked him into her mouth and took long, gurgling strokes. She pressed both hands onto his butt. Nayanthara felt quite happy when Krishan reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair. He forced more and more of his penis into her throat until she was taking great long plunges, pressing her nose to his nether hair at the bottom of each grunting lunge forward.



After about five minutes, Krishan let his seed fly into Nayanthara's cold mouth. When he finished cumming, Nayanthara was gone. He took a minute to compose himself, and then pulled up his underwear and pants. He walked toward the library door. He needed to apologize to Hansika and smooth things over with her before she told everything to Karun. He hoped he wasn't too late. Karun would kill him if he knew what happened.

Little did Krishan know, Hansika was in no condition to confide anything to her husband at that moment. In a secret room, a teenager was changing her whole perspective on a great number of things.


to be continue...

[Krishan202]

Please suggest any young actress(below 30) for Lust Bride character.

[Sanjeevkc0001]

keerthin suresh

[Actress_fetish]

Sara Ali Khan as a young bride.

[Phantom]

Sara Ali Khan for Lusty Bride Character ??

[Shelby_007]

Niddhi Agarwal or Malavika Mohanan-Lust Bride