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[Delhidevil2021]

When will the lust bride story start

Bhai....Start the story

[kamapriyan1]

Great work

[Sarvanand]

Superb stuff..

[King1996]

Bro write story on mahreen kaur there is not single story on Google also please write story on her


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[Gurumoorthi]

Anushka story is incomplete bro

[Succ]

Bro hot kajal story but complete the anushka story bro

[tushar]

Please start the lust bride

[Krishan202]

The exhaust fan hummed in the small bathroom. Catherine Khadra turned off her shower and pulled back the curtain. Steam hung in the air, but the fan pulled enough moisture that the mirror hadn't fogged. Catherine ignored the reflection of her dark, slim figure. She ran her fingers through her curly black hair and let it fall around her shoulders.




A bath towel hung to her left. She grabbed the soft cotton and wrapped herself. Catherine stepped out of the shower and was about to take another towel for her hair when she froze. There, on the bathroom counter, was that monstrous phallus from the Anushka home. The last she'd seen it, Maxamed had tossed it into their trashcan in the garage.

Was this a joke played on her by her loving husband? Had he retrieved it and placed it here? Catherine stepped over to the counter and slowly reached her hand down to the thing. Was this the work of demons? So far in their work, the Samatars had not had any demons follow them home. She cursed under her breath. They hadn't placed any ward symbols on the phallus when they'd thrown it away. That was a mistake.

Catherine's fingers touched the thing and she felt a little spark pass from the silicone into her finger tips. A thought popped into her head. Of course, Maxamed put it there. He wanted her to try this massive thing inside her. Her hand gripped it and lifted it to her nose. It smelled clean. There was no lingering scent. The weight of it surprised her. It offered so much heft. She knew she should prepare dinner, but instead she sat on the toilet lid. If her husband wanted her to try it, she would.



The dildo seemed, by its very presence, to ask her to bare herself. Catherine removed the towel and let it fall on the toilet behind her. The head of the pitch-black monster was so very wide. She spread her legs and looked past her modest breasts down to the triangle of black hair above her slit. Her hands trembled as she brought the thing up to her vagina. ,.' help her, she was already so wet. She could clearly see the moisture as she rubbed the head up and down.

Slowly, with trembling hands, she pushed the phallus into her. She had never been so full. Maxamed was a fool for leaving this here for her. The comparison did him no favors.

After a few minutes, she worked the phallus all the way in. She held it there, her vagina stretched to the limit and spasming around the thing. She then pulled it most of the way out and slammed it back in. Catherine did this again and again. Her brown eyes went wide as she watched it disappear inside her. Another noise in the bathroom joined the droning exhaust fan above her. She realized that she was listening to her own grunts. She sounded like a filthy swine as the thing pushed deep inside her again and again.



There was a knock on the door. "That is a very long shower," Maxamed said loudly through the door. " I am waiting for dinner."

The dildo slipped out of Catherine's vagina and fell to the floor. What was she doing? She tried to control her panting and closed her legs. Her vagina longed for the pleasure it had just lost, but her husband's voice had broken the enchantment the thing held over her. Catherine knew this was demon's work. "Sorry." Naked on the toilet she let her breathing slow. "I will be out ... in a minute."

"Very well," Maxamed said as he left the bathroom door.

Catherine wrapped herself with the towel again, took some tissue paper, and lifted the slick phallus off the tile floor. She would need a ward against this thing, but she did not want her husband to know what had happened. She decided to hide the monster under the sink and come back later with salt. At night, she would bury the thing out back and bind it in place with a ward. That would keep the demons away from her family.

Later that night, while her family slept, Catherine returned to the bathroom. She opened the sink cabinet, and stared inside. The phallus was gone. This was not good. She would need to ward the whole house and make up a plausible excuse to give Maxamed for such an aggressive move. Maybe she would tell him the  House had come to her in her dreams. She could deal with it. She rubbed her legs together and thought about where all the wards would go.



~~

A door opened and Hansika stumbled out into the hall. She took a few lurching steps and then stood, wobbling on shaky legs. "Hello?" Her voice echoed in the large house. No one responded. Behind her, the door closed with a solid thud. Hansika shivered. She was a mess. Mascara ran down her pretty face. Her hair stuck out in all directions. Her dress was torn around the bust. She reached up and felt her breasts. They seemed so heavy and ... different.



A memory flashed in her mind. She had been banging on a locked door while someone, or something, stalked her from behind. Had that just happened? Hansika shook her head and walked with unsteady feet toward the stairs. Good God, her belly and vagina felt so cold.

As she climbed the stairs, Hansika tried to remember, but she had only a vague sense of what had happened that day. Had she really performed a disgusting blowjob on her brother-in-law. That had to be a dream. She reached the top of the stairs and stumbled down the second-floor hall.

"Hello? Is there anyone here?" Hansika walked into the guest bathroom and quickly undressed. She felt so dirty. With her clothes on the tile floor, she looked down at herself in disbelief. She'd grown. Or had she always had such ponderous breasts? Everything felt confused and inverted. All her thoughts swam in an ocean of muddled fog. She stepped to the shower, turned on cold water, and stepped in. As she let the water cascade over her, a sudden thought crystalized in her mind. This house was made of and for secrets, and she had been placed in a position of trust. She shivered under the shower and realized she would do anything to avoid betraying this place. Even if it meant lying to her husband. But she couldn't quite place what secrets needed keeping. Something important, she was sure. She scrubbed her round body and turned off the shower.



As she dried with a large towel, she listened for sounds in the house. But all she heard was the persistent ticking of some great clock in the mansion. All the family memebers seemed to have disappeared. She picked up her torn and disheveled clothes and walked naked back to the guest room she shared with her husband. She dropped the clothes in the corner and found an oversized t-shirt. She pulled it on, the glint of her ring catching her eye. She paused and stared at the gorgeous diamond Karan had given her. Her loyalty to her husband had never before been in question. But now ... Hansika shook her head and climbed into bed.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, Hansika drifted off to sleep. In dreams, waiting for her, was an enormous cock twitching and ready to bring ecstasy.

~~

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Karan found his wife sleeping in their guest bed. He shook her awake. "What are you doing, Hansika?"

Her eyes fluttered open. "I was having the most wonderful dream." Her lips fell in a frown as her vision focused on her husband. "Oh, Karan. I was just taking a nap."

"I can see that." Karan furrowed his brows. "We've been looking all over for you. We thought you went for a walk and got lost. Krishan said you were crying. Was the little shit lying?"

"No, I ..." A far-off look clouded her eyes. "Krishan's not a little shit. He's a ... a ..."

"Douchebag?"

"Stop it, Karan." Hansika pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed. Her t-shirt went down to about mid-thigh, but she had nothing else on. "What time is it?"



"It's after nine." Karan gave her body a strange look. She seemed different to him. "You missed dinner, but Mom saved you some food."

"Yum." Hansika picked up a pair of panties and pulled them on. They felt tight on her hips.

Hansika tried to shimmy on some jeans, but they wouldn't go past her thighs. "My pants shrunk." She pulled them off and pulled on some yoga pants instead.

"Actually, maybe you should lay off the food. Maybe it's time for a diet." Karan eyed his wife. She didn't look bad, but she was certainly putting on weight. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. A cold pit formed in his stomach. Fear gripped his heart. The one thing he couldn't abide was being married to a fatty.



"Stop it, Karan." She playfully swatted his shoulder. "Don't you dare comment on my weight." She slipped on some socks and walked to the door.

"Since when do you tell me what I can't comment on." He followed her out into the hall. The t-shirt covered her butt, but he could tell her ass was wider and rounder than when they'd married.

"Sorry, babe." Hansika looked back at him and forced a smile. "Everything's fine. Everything's normal. Now, I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."

"Um, okay." Karan followed her down the stairs. "It's late, so I guess we're sleeping here tonight."

"That'll be nice."

"I thought you couldn't stand this house."

"Maybe I've changed my mind." As she thought about it, she realized she had changed. She'd changed quite a bit.



~~
"What're you reading, Mom?" Krishan walked into the library. A clock somewhere in the house struck twelve, lumbering chimes. Krishan thought it likely the clock belonged to the Nayans and to another time. He was pretty sure his family didn't own a chiming clock. He wondered if anyone else heard it. He closed the door behind him and moved toward his mother.

"It's called First Love." Anushka took off her reading glasses and looked up at her son standing near the closed door.

"What's it about?" Krishan walked awkwardly toward her. He was already hard.

"Well, um ..." Anushka bit her bottom lip and looked down at the book. "It's about a teenager that falls in love with an older woman."



"Oh, cool." Krishan stopped next to the armchair where his mother curled her body. He looked down at the way her dress dipped and swelled over her many curves. It was glorious. "Does she love him back?"

"Well, no. She doesn't." Anushka looked up into Krishan's eyes and knew why he'd sought her out for. "Not like me, I suppose."

"Well, I guess I'm luckier than that dude." His hands moved to his waist to unbutton his pants. "Where's Dad?"

"He's sleeping." Anushka stole a quick glance at the closed door. "But we've got a full house tonight." She wagged a finger at his crotch. "We can't do that here."

"Really?" Krishan went ahead and unbuttoned his pants. He lowered the zipper. "Everyone's asleep. No one's gonna know." He dropped his pants around his ankles and lowered his boxers. He watched his dick spring out.

"My, gosh." Anushka stared at his monster, taking in all thirteen inches. She glanced at the door again, and then back to the twitching penis. "I don't know, Krish." She took a deep breath. "Well ... um ... maybe ..." Anushka bit her bottom lip. "Can you be quick?" She set her book and glasses on the end table and reached for Krishan.

"I think so." He watched her soft, pretty face lean over to his dick and slide the head past her lips. Little crow's feet formed by her eyes as she contorted her mouth to suck him in. Her face was so pure, innocent, and loving. His dick was not. Krishan loved seeing the two come together.



"Tell her," Nayanthara's voice whispered in Krishan's ear.

Krishan looked up and saw the Nayan apparition standing behind Anushka, by a bookshelf, gazing down at an open book. It was a dictionary. She looked up at him. He raised his eyebrows quizzically at her and moaned as his mother's tongue swirled around the head.

"I don't remember your word for it. Starts with an S." Nayanthara's pink lips curled into a friendly crescent. She rolled her eyes like she was thinking. "Whatever the word, tell her dark things, Krish. Ribald things."



"Oooohhhhhh, Moooommmmm." Krishan laced his fingers in Anushka's  hair. He shook his head at Nayanthara, realizing that only he could hear her. He didn't want to talk dirty to his mother.

"Mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh." Anushka was in heaven helping her teenager cope with his manhood. She felt so important and connected in that moment.

"Women long for coarse discourse." Nayanthara ran her fingers down a page in the dictionary. "We are told to be good and sweet and becoming. But we long to be made a strumpet by a prodigious engine such as you possess. See how she loses herself in the act?"

"Mom?" Krishan looked down at his mother.

Anushka gagged a little as her head bobbed with short, slurping strokes. She milked his thick shaft with her right hand and squeezed her left breast with the other. She gave no indication that she could hear Nayanthara behind her, her eyes shut tight as she worked her son toward climax.



"Tell her ..." Nayanthara's finger stopped on the dictionary's page. "Here we are. The word is slut. Tell her she's a slut."

Krishan shook his head at Nayanthara.

"Careful with your recalcitrance, Krishan." Nayanthara slid the book silently back on the shelf and started over at mother and son with a darkening visage. "Tell her now. Do not make me cross." As her words wound themselves around Krishan's ears, the apparition faded until only Anushka and Krishan were left in the library.

"Uh ... Mom ...?" Krishan loosened his grip on Anushka's hair. "You ... um ... look like a slut."

"Hhhhmmmm?" Anushka spit out Krishan's penis and stopped stroking him. Saliva dangled from her chin. "What did you say?"

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"I ... um ... said you looked like a slut?" Krishan visibly cringed as his mother's soft brown eyes turned hard.

"Krishan" Anushka let go of his penis with her right hand and her other hand fell from her breast. "I'm shocked to hear those words come from your mouth." She stood up and wiped the spit from her chin with the back of her hand. "What would your father say?"



"Well ... um ... you sorta were ... sucking on my ..." Krishan squirmed, suddenly very self-conscious to have his dick exposed to his mother.

"Goodness gracious." A line formed down the center of Anushka's forehead as she frowned at Krishan. "Are you defending yourself?"

"Well ..."

"Apologize this instant." Anushka folded her arms over her ample bust.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Krishan hung his head and stared down at his dick. Nayanthara had steered him wrong.

"Say it like you mean it." Anushka cocked her head and waited for Krishan to make eye-contact. She needed to set him straight.

Krishan looked up into Anushka's stern eyes. "I'm really sorry, Mom. I won't do it again."

"Thank you, pumpkin." Anushka smoothed out her dress and took a deep breath. "Now maybe we need to cool it with all this stuff we've been doing. I'm afraid it's sending you down the wrong path. I was trying to help, but ..." Anushka shook her head and blushed as she thought about what she'd just been doing to her son.

"No, Mom." Krishan felt his stomach drop. He couldn't lose this thing he now had with his mother. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to ... to ... be ..."

"Pull up your pants." Anushka stepped around him and walked to the door. "And get to bed. It's late."

"Please?" Krishan called after her.

"No more funny business." Anushka opened the door. She checked both ways down the hall. No one there. "And that's final." She slipped out of the room without looking back.

Krishan sat and slumped in the chair, totally dejected. His penis softened. This was terrible. Tears formed in his eyes. He put his head in his hands and quietly sobbed.

~~

Anushka nearly ran into her daughter-in-law in the hallway. "Goodness, Hansika. What are you doing up? It's after midnight."

"Oh ... sorry." Hansika tried to focus. "Just getting some ... water."

"Well, okay." Anushka looked the woman up and down but couldn't see much in the gloom of the hallway. She could tell that Hansika's legs were bare under her long t-shirt. "Goodnight then." Anushka stepped around her and opened the door to the master bedroom.

"Goodnight, Anushka." Hansika wandered off down the hall toward the stairs.



Anushka didn't have time to think about Hansika. She wanted to make love to her husband. Now that she'd ended it with Krishan, she felt a pressing need to make a connection with Ganesh. She needed to make amends. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed.

Ganesh slept on his side, gently snoring. Anushka disrobed, slipped under the covers, and reached around his hip. Her hand wormed its way inside his pajamas and grasped his penis. It surprised her how small it felt. She sighed and stroked the soft little thing. She supposed everything was relative and she'd have to get used to it again.

Eventually, she got her husband hard and woke him. She mounted Ganesh and slipped him inside her, but was stunned by the how little she felt in her vagina.



"What's gotten into you, Anu?" Ganesh reached up and massaged his wife's boobs.

"Just wanted to feel you, Ganesh." Anushka rocked her hips, but sex with Ganesh wasn't what it used to be. Had Krishan ruined her with his massive thing? The thought frightened her.

"Your boobs ... are they bigger?" This was the first time Ganesh had touched her breasts in a while.

"It's just hormones. Now let me ..." Anushka adjusted her hips and bounced on him, but was still met with frustration.

"Oh ... oh ... oooohhhhhhh." Ganesh shook.

"Wait, you don't have a condom on." Anushka pulled off him and finished him with her hand.



When he'd calmed down, Ganesh looked over at Anushka in the darkness. "That was great. I still got it, don't I?" He smiled.

"You sure do," she lied. Anushka got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. "I need a shower." But what she really needed was to satisfy herself. She suddenly regretted letting the Samatars take that enormous dildo. Her fingers would have to do.



~~

The tick-tock of the clock echoed throughout the mansion as Hansika descended the stairs. It seemed to her that her own heartbeat fell in time with it, like the mechanics of the clock were some sort of metronome for her very life.

Hansika trailed her fingertips along the wall to help guide her in the darkness. She couldn't remember what she had been looking for. As she searched her mind, a sudden memory sprung up. She was in a small room with a large taxidermized bear in the corner. It was frightening.

Something else came to her. In the memory, her dress was up around her waist and she rode a  young man for all she was worth. The feeling that gripped her as the memory played in her mind was that of complete penetration. Filthy, animalistic entry by an enormous cock. Her insides trembled at the thought of it. She stumbled at the bottom of the stairs, and saw a strip of light cast from a room to her right. She staggered toward it.

The lighted room was the library and she stopped in the open door when she arrived. Inside, she could see Krishan sitting in an armchair, his head in his hands. He looked like he was crying. Her heart broke for him. Someone had trampled on a beautiful flower, and Hansika needed to nurse it back to health.

Hansika took a deep breath to clear her mind of those awful memories and stepped into the room. She hadn't taken three steps when another memory stopped her in her tracks. Sunny. The man with the monster cock was named sunny. My God. Sunny was the name of the man that had broken her marriage vows. His cold dick had plundered her insides and deposited icy loads of semen deep inside her. She shivered. Had she climbed on his lap willingly, bouncing on him like she was trying to win ? "Krishan?" With another deep breath, Hansika pushed the memory aside. "Are you okay?"



"Hansika?" Krishan looked up through blurry eyes. "I was just ... um ... thinking."

"You look so sad." Hansika walked across the room, very conscious of her bare legs. "What can I do to help?" She stopped next to his chair and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you good with girl troubles?"

"You had a breakup?" Hansika offered a reassuring smile. It was strange how quickly she'd been able to release those terrible memories. Like a passing dream.

Krishan nodded.

"I'm here for you." Hansika squeezed his shoulder.

"I always thought you were so pretty." Krishan put his hand on hers and felt its warmth. "But now, you look even more ... beautiful." Even with her baggy t-shirt, Krishan could see her curves. Her blonde hair looked radiant in the warm lamplight.

"Thank you." Hansika tensed as another memory surfaced. This new memory was even more shocking than her sudden, enthusiastic infidelity with that boy, Sunny. She had made some sort of deal. She could still see the freckled face leering up at her as she screamed out orgasm after orgasm. Sunny asked if she wanted to feel that way again and she said yes. She would accept and pay for that pleasure. Then she felt so hot and her body turned a luminescent red. The heat that had crept over her had been so intense that she pressed herself into Sunny's frigid flesh. Praying he'd unload in her again so that his cold seed would offer relief to her poor vagina. Hansika shook her head. "I'm okay." She breathed in, held it, and then slowly exhaled. The memory faded.



"Um ... alright." Feeling bold for the first time in his life around this amazing woman, Krishan took her hand from his shoulder and brushed her fingers over his lips.

"You really are a handsome young man, aren't you?" Hansika gazed down at his eyes and held her breath again when he gently placed her finger in his mouth. "Oh, Jeez. That's so ..." She now knew that she really had given Krishan a blowjob earlier. It had happened. Nothing in this house was a dream. And, at the same time, all of it was. Had she been wrong to run out on him? "You look a little like Karan, but you're so different."

Krishan took the finger out of his mouth and lifted up the hem of her shirt. He found white panties and gently pulled them off her wide hips and past muscular thighs. "Karan's an asshole. I'm not." He could see her neatly trimmed blonde bush and protruding pussy lips. They looked perfect.



"No, he means well." Hansika caressed his cheek with her wet finger. "He just ... oh ... what are you ...? Oooohhhhhhh." Her eighteen-year-old brother-in-law dropped her panties to the floor, spread her legs a little, and placed his tongue right on her slit. He held her firmly by her butt cheeks. "That's so ... gooooooooddddd." She wove her fingers into his blond hair and dug her nails into his scalp. Her thighs trembled. The sound of his tongue slurping at her pussy was completely obscene. Through fluttering eyelids, Hansika watched the open door to the library, but she couldn't bring herself to part with Krishan long enough to close it. "I'm going to cccuuuuummmmmmmmmm." She gyrated her hips and creamed on his young tongue.

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When her hips quieted, Krishan pulled back and looked up at her. "I'm not sad anymore." His face glistened with her juice. His dick stood hard and ready, recovered from the letdown with Anushka.



"Now ... I ... didn't mean ... that's not the sort of help ... I," Hansika stammered.

"I just really need to be close to someone right now." Krishan pulled on her hips and lowered her to her knees on the floor between his legs. "I want to forget about the breakup. Can you help with that?"

Hansika looked up at his monster cock, twitching and oozing precum. Her eyes went round and glassy. "You want me to suck it? Again?" Her unsure hands reached up and felt the veiny thickness. The dick was not only out of proportion with his body, it would have been out of proportion attached to any man she'd ever known.

"Yes, please." Krishan leaned back in the chair and gazed down at the look of amazement on her face.

"Well, I suppose." Hansika leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Her tongue met his salty precum and she purred. In a day, she'd gone from a faithful wife who'd never considered infidelity, to willingly taking a cold, strange cock in her pussy and sucking off her brother-in-law twice. 



Reflecting on the past twenty-four hours made her head spin. She stroked his dick with both hands and awkwardly bobbed her head as she tried to adjust her technique to his size.

"Better than I imagined." Krishan placed his hands on the back of her head.

The words made Hansika suck even harder. He'd been imagining this. Of course, the little guy had been crushing on her. How had she never seen it before? The hands on her head pushed a little and the cock went deeper into her mouth. She gurgled and gagged a little. The pressure continued, and with each successive bob her head dropped farther and farther down. This was impossible. Even with Karan's much smaller penis, she'd never been able to blow him like this. It felt like the world just kept tilting under her. Her hands moved from the shaft to Krishan's hips, holding on for dear life.

"Yes." Krishan pushed and pulled on Hansika's hair until she took almost the whole thing. "You were ... uh ... uh ... uh ... made for this, Hansika."



"Uuuuugghhhhh." Why wasn't she gagging anymore? The long dick was down her damn throat. The idea sunk in. Krishan was right, she was made for this. What a thing, to discover you were made for blowing giant cocks.

"Not yet. Not yet." Krishan pulled Hansika off his dick and looked down as she gasped for air. "I want to do it with you."

"Do ... what?" She looked up at him, pulling the collar of her shirt up and wiping off the dripping saliva around her mouth.

"Hop on." A flicker of uncertainty passed on Krishan's face. "I mean, you're so beautiful, and it would really help with the breakup if I could ... you know ... put it inside you."

Hansika laughed. She couldn't help herself. "You're serious? I can't cheat on Karan." Again, she silently cursed to herself. "And ..." She nudged the enormous cock with her finger and lost her train of thought. It swayed a little. He had to be over a foot long. "It won't fit. Even if I wanted to, you'd tear me in two." She wrapped her fingers back around the shaft and slowly pumped him, trying to ignore her wedding ring sparkling in the warm light. "Maybe I could finish you with my hands, and then we could forget about the whole thing. Okay?" But even as she said it, she knew she was going to cheat on Karan for a second time. Whatever had happened to her in that locked room with Sunny had opened some sort of door inside her.

"Let's just put the tip in, then." Krishan pulled off his shirt and tossed it behind him. "If it doesn't fit, I promise I won't ever ask again."

"What about your brother?" Hansika felt a warm tingling in her belly just holding Krishan's cock.

"Karan deserves this."

"That's not true." But it dawned on Hansika that it might actually be true.

"Climb on, Hansika." Krishan looked at her with plaintive eyes. "I always thought you were too good for Karan. Too smart. Too sweet. Too beautiful."

"Really?" Hansika blushed and stood up, still holding on to Krishan's cock with her left hand. There was just enough room on the chair for her legs on either side of his narrow hips. She mounted him. "I wouldn't normally do this. But you looked so sad. And ... ooohhhhhh ..." She placed the cockhead at her entrance and lowered her hips just a fraction of an inch. "Oh ... ooohhhhhhh ... and this house is ... I don't think I should have messed up that salt symbol thing on the ... uh ... floor." She lowered herself a little more, staring at a bookcase blankly. "I ... uuuggghhhhhhh ... you're so big. Even bigger than Sunny."



"Who's Sunny?" Krishan placed his hands under the hem of her shirt and gripped her soft, warm hips.

"He's ... uh ... uh ... just ..." She dropped her hips a little more and put her hands on Krishan's slim shoulders. She was almost halfway. "... an old boyfriend."

"Oh, cool." Krishan pulled down on her hips and speared her all the way with his dick. He gazed up at her pretty face as it twisted into what looked like a silent snarl. Her eyes rolled upward.

"Jeez, Krish. You're ... oooohhhhhh ... in my belly." Hansika had taken Sunny, so maybe it shouldn't have surprised her that Krishan fit inside her, too. "I feel like ... uh ... uh ... I'm sitting on a ... skyscbangr." She rocked her hips tentatively, afraid of pain that never came. All she could feel was her erstwhile tight pussy in extreme tension as it loosened and wrapped around him. That, and the flood of pleasure that came with it.



~~

Anushka didn't remember waking, or leaving her bedroom. But somehow, she found herself on the main floor near the library. It was still dark out, but she didn't know the time. Light spilled out of the open library door. Naked, except for her panties, Anushka covered her breasts with an arm and stepped closer to the light. She then heard it. Soft slapping, stifled moans, and murmuring. The unmistakable sounds of sex. She'd seen Nayanthara ride her son in the library before, and that was what she expected to find as she peered around the door frame.

When she saw what was happening in the library, Anushka's free hand went to her mouth in shock. Hansika was clearly riding Krishan's giant thing with slow, impossibly long strokes. The look on Hansika's face was one of surprise, lust, and awe. The poor woman's mouth hung open and her eyes stared upward. Anushka couldn't see her son's face as Hansika's boobs, still hidden by her shirt, pressed up against him. Those breasts were bigger than Anushka remembered. Goodness, her daughter-in-law had made the deal, too. What a hussy.



The more she thought about it, and the more she watched her family slowly copulate, the more it became clear to Anushka that this was her fault. She shouldn't have cut off Krishan so abruptly. Of course he would fall into another woman's arms. Anushka then thought of Shriya, and prayed the house hadn't tried to corrupt her. First thing tomorrow, Anushka would drive over to the Samatar house and demand a device that would protect her daughter.

There was a hole in Anushka's logic, blinded as she was by the mansion's influence. As she turned away from the door and put her back to the hallway wall, it never occurred to her that they should all leave the house that instant. As she lowered her hand under her panties and made quick circular motions with her fingers, she didn't consider packing up the family and running far, far away. Instead, she listened to the mating couple and felt the electricity surge from her clit as she masturbated herself.



The house would protect itself. And to do that it needed more time with this Family.

~~

The abandon with which Hansika rode that monster cock would have certainly surprised her husband, had he not been sound asleep upstairs. His wife had always been so meek in their lovemaking, letting Karan do the work. Now she humped his brother like a woman possessed. Which, technically, she was.

"I'm ... on the ... pill." Hansika needed him to cum inside her. She had never desired anything so much before that moment.

"What?" Krishan couldn't see her face as her boobs bounced in his face. He regretting not pulling off her t-shirt earlier, but now he just held on to her hips for dear life.

"Cum in me ... uh ... uh ... uh. Fill ... me ... Krish."

"You want me to ...?" Krishan's voice was muffled by cotton and bouncing boob.



"Unload your ... balls ... inside." Hansika's movements became more erratic as she was on the verge of having another orgasm.

"Okay." Krishan was close. He let the pleasure continue to build. After about twenty more strokes from his sister-in-law's pussy, he let go. "Hansika ......... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." He tightened his grip on her hips to hold her all the way down on his dick as he erupted in her warm pussy.

"Oh, my Goooooodddddddd." Hansika threw her head back and tossed her arms around his shoulders. A whole galaxy of stars danced before her eyes. Waves of euphoria washed over her, timed with each hot spurt of cum that hit her womb.

Slowly the couple came down from their high. Their breathing, ragged at first, became more even.

"I've never felt anything like that." Hansika leaned back on his lap so she could look down on his face. Krishan's dick twitched inside her. Her pussy spasmed in response. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes." Krishan nodded and looked up into her lovely face as sweat dripped down her forehead. A wide smile crept across his face.



"We have to keep this between the two of us. Understand?" Hansika playfully touched the tip of his nose with her finger. "You can't go bragging to your buddies. Karan would totally murder both of us." When she mentioned her husband, Hansika looked to the open door and her face fell. "We should have been more careful." She pulled off him and his dick fell out of her with an audible slurp.

"Sorry." Krishan couldn't move from the chair as he watched her.

"My, gosh. What did you do to me, Krish?" Hansika lifted her shirt a little and spread her legs. She looked down. Below her triangle of blonde hair, she could see his cum already dripping out. "I have to get cleaned up and back to bed before Karan notices I'm gone." She bent down, picked up her panties, and balled them up. "Can you clean in here?" She pointed to the hardwood floor where some cum had splashed. Hansika then placed the balled panties between her legs to catch any more drippings. She couldn't leave a trail of cum to the upstairs bathroom.

"Yeah." Krishan nodded, still in a bit of a daze. He watched her awkwardly waddle toward the door, trying not to drip. "Thank you, Hansika. You're the best."

"You're welcome." Hansika looked over her shoulder at Krishan. She couldn't help smiling when she saw the happiness and relief written on his face. Even though cheating on Karan was wrong, she knew she'd done a good thing. "Goodnight." Hansika waddled out of the library.



"And thank you, Nayan" Krishan whispered. He thought that maybe he could hear joyous, cascading laughter from far away. He stirred from the chair and got moving. He needed to clean up before daylight. No one could know he'd had sex with his beautiful sister-in-law.

[ashw]

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[Delhidevil2021]

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[Sabzzz19]

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