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Even with his naked young beti jerking on his Cock , Prakash still wasn't completely comfortable with all this, and he glanced uneasily at his wife as Kiara pulled him onto the bed.


"You sure this is okay with you. honey?" he asked.



Madhuri grinned at him wantonly. He'd never seen such a lustful look on her face in all the years of their marriage.

"Ooooh, yes, darling, it's fine with me," she cooed, taking both her betas' Cocks in her hands. "I intend to have some more fun with the boys, so there's no reason why you and Kiara shouldn't enjoy yourselves. After all, we're all family aren't we?."
"Yeah! Come on, Daddy," Kiara said impatiently, "let's get it on."

"Get it on?" Prakash said dazedly. "Just what does that mean, young lady?"

"Everything, Daddy, " she giggled, reaching for his massive hard Cock.

Prakash knew he was making a very slow entry into the twentieth century, but he just couldn't help it. It was the way he'd been raised.

"Uh, I just don't think it would be right for us to do everything, sugar," he said.

Kiara wasn't fazed one little bit. Her father just need a little more friendly persuasion', that's all.

"Alright, Daddy," she smiled, "agar main tumahre Cock ko choosoon to kaisa rahega?"



Madhuri could barely keep from giggling, Prakash looked so stunned. Kiara pushed him down onto his back, and his huge Cock stood straight up... stiff and bulging with blue veins... drooling pre-cum. Kiara knelt beside him, crouched low, and stuck out her tongue, whipping the glistening hot flesh up and down the long granite column of her father's Cock . It was too much for Prakash.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, god," he groaned.

Maybe it wasn't right, but he just couldn't resist. He'd never had his Cock licked before, though he'd been fantasizing about it for years. He'd always wanted a woman to go down on him, though he'd never dreamed it would be his own sexy teenage beti. Eagerly Kiara whipped her slick hot tongue all over his Cock, coating it with her glistening saliva. Prakash slumped back in bliss, unable to reddit any longer.

Madhuri nodded her approval of her beti's efforts. Kiara had her father completely under control, and in another minute or so he was going to be completely won over. No need to worry anymore about him. Madhuri could turn her attention to her own pleasure. She was lying between her two betas, fisting a nice hard adolescent Cock in each fist.

"I'm so glad you boys aren't tired," she purred.

"Oh, we're not a bit tired, Maa," Raja assured her.

"Right! We're just getting started," Sameer grinned.



Both boys were wildly aroused by their sexy, naked maa . Her ripe, mature body drove them crazy with lust. Now she was stroking their Cocks, running her hot little fists up and down the rock-hard columns, bringing the Brothers to a fever pitch of need.

Madhuri felt hot, sticky Cock ka doodh wetting her fingers, and she shivered with excitement. It was wonderful to know that she now had three big, stiff Cocks to please her. Often after she and Prakash fucked, she still didn't feel satisfied, and no wonder. Those quick guilty fucks didn't do much for her.

But tonight she could absolutely got herself on pleasure, fucking one beta after the other. For the first time in her life she'd get all the hot, horny fucking she craved. And Prakash was going to get all of the things she'd been too inhibited to give him. He was going to get all his secret desires satisfied by their wet kamsin beti .



Madhuri was glad for him. She didn't feel at all envious or possessive as she watched him getting his pleasure from another female. And she wasn't shocked because that female was their own beti. No, for the first time in their marriage, their sex life seemed to be improving. Hell, it wasn't just improving, it promised to be fantastic!

But she couldn't keep her full attention on Prakash, because Sameer was leaning over to kiss her, darting his tongue into her mouth and making her Pussy  melt with arousal. Madhuri returned her beta's hot kiss with equal passion, snaking her tongue deep into his mouth. Sameer moaned into his mother's open lips and pressed his body against her, trembling with lust.

Raja's hand was between her legs, eagerly stroking the slick, hot flesh of her Pussy  . The boys eased their  maa down onto her back. While Sameer gave her those thrilling deep tongue-kisses, Raja pushed her legs open and slipped between them, till she could feel his hot, excited breath on her naked Pussy . He folded back the furry lips with his thumbs and exposed the pink, glistening flesh inside.

When her youngest beta's hot tongue contacted her sensitive clit, squealed into Sameer's mouth and Madhuri almost flew off the bed. It had to be the most wonderful sensation in the world to have a man's tongue lashing up and down her chudaasi Pussy , Madhuri thought. Her intensely-aroused Pussy  creamed heavily and helplessly while Raja whipped his hot juicy tongue up and down her dripping Pussy -slit. Sameer kept up those naughty kisses, too, doubling her excitement. It was no wonder that for a while she forgot all about her husband.



But Prakash hadn't forgotten about her. He lay there glassy- eyed with lust as his cute kamsin beti licked his Cock. But he wasn't so out of it that he didn't notice what else was going on. He watched lustily as his two betas worked on his wet bibi . One of them kissed her while the other licked her Pussy  . He'd never gone down on his wife, and now he regretted it.

He could see how fantastically aroused Madhuri was getting. But he vowed that from now on he was going to be a better lover, modern and liberated. He'd just take lessons from his kids. He wasn't too proud to do that, not when they could get his wife a thousand times more aroused than he ever had. He watched Sameer's kissing technique and memorized the tempo of that darting tongue. He watched Raja's lashing tongue as it teased and stimulated Madhuri's Pussy .

When he got the chance he was going to do all those things to Madhuri. But his attention began to wander as Kiara licked her way right up to the massively swollen head of his Cock and swirled her hot little tongue around and around the engorged knob. He shivered with excitement, and a steady flow of pre-cum began to ooze out of his Cock ka ched . Kiara gave a hungry gurgle when she saw the hot cream, and then she was spearing it with the pointed tip of her tongue.

"Mmmmmm, uummmmm!" she murmured.

Prakash's nostrils flared with excitement as he watched his wet kamsin beti licking up his juice. She caught the stuff on her tongue, drew it into her mouth, and rolled it around, savoring the salty flavor. Then she swallowed it down and greedily tongued for more. She didn't stop till she locked up every bit of the hot cream, reaming out the cleft of his Cock with her drilling tongue.



"Awwwwww, yeahhhhh!," Prakash moaned, his voice hoarse with lust.

Madhuri heard her husband's hoarse cry and glanced over to see what was happening. She looked just in time to see Kiara sliding her tightly-stretched little lips down over her father's Cock. The girl had opened her lips as wide as she possibly could, till they were stretched thin by the enormous head of Prakash's Cock. She was struggling to bring them down around the fleshy knob, moaning with impatience. His Cock head seemed too big for her, but she went on pushing, till finally the huge purple knob popped into her mouth.

Prakash groaned, and Kiara panted through her flared nostrils. She drew in her cheeks and started sucking on her Dad's huge throbbing Cockhead, fisting and pumping the rest of the thick blue-veined shaft, with both hands. Prakash's eyes rolled crazily as he got his very first blow job. The fact that the hot little mouth sucking on his Cock belonged to his  beti only seemed to make the wonderful experience all that more exciting!

Madhuri moaned and panted into Sameer's mouth as she hunched her garam Pussy  up at Raja's busy mouth and tongue. Her face was flushed and her badi boob jiggled provocatively as she squirmed her body against her two, horny young betas. Sameer drew back to give his mother air and to watch as his younger Brother ate out her hot, juicy Pussy . Her pretty face was twisted shamelessly with lust, her teeth flashing in a horny grimace.



Just a few feet away his dad was getting a loud, hungry blow-job from Kiara. One thing was for sure, he thought, the folks were definitely going to have different ideas about sex after today.

"Unnnhhhh, Raja beta! Maa ki Pussy  ko chaato! Ooooooooh, that's so goooooooood," Madhuri whimpered, "so damned good, baby!"

" Chooso beti mera Cock , awwwww, yeah," groaned Prakash, holding Kiara's pretty bobbing head with both hands.

Kiara sucked faster and faster on her father's violently- throbbing Cock, suctioning out the tasty hot cream. She was literally drooling all over his Cock as she sucked. His Cock was so thick, it stretched her lips almost to bursting, but it excited her wildly. She could hardly wait to feel it stretching her chotisi garam Pussy  .

Her father had seemed reluctant to go `all the way' with her, but Kiara intended to change his mind. She didn't think that would be too difficult. Daddy seemed so stern and cold all the time, but she was bringing out the animal in him. He was actually a very horny guy. Kiara was sure he'd want to fuck her Pussy  , once he relaxed. And he was sure relaxed now, as she sucked him to the brink of climax.



Raja and Sameer were taking good care of Mom, too. Raja was whipping his hot juicy tongue up and down over her Pussy , sending waves of pleasure rippling through her writhing loins. Sameer lay besides her, playing with her big, firm boobs, molding and squeezing the satiny globes with both hands. Madhuri was in total ecstasy at the loving attention from her chudakad jawan betas.

Yes, Kiara thought, she and her Brothers everything was working out perfectly. They'd not only escaped punishment, they'd recruited their parents into their incestuous sex games. In fact, they'd changed their mother and father's whole outlook on sex. It wasn't something dirty and wicked any more. It was a way for the whole family to have fun together.

She put aside these thoughts as her father's lust spun out of control. Prakash was groaning hoarsely as she suctioned the tasty pre-cum from his Cock and swallowed it. Now he began to fuck her mouth, unable to control the horny jabbing of his rock-hard Cock between her tightly-stretched young lips. Kiara had to move her head up a little, or her father would have rammed his huge Cock right into her throat. Kiara grabbed his asscheeks in both hands and tried to take as much of her daddy's Cock into her small mouth as she could. This simple act, sent Prakash over the edge.

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He knew that his didn't mind if he came in her mouth. She wanted a whole boiling mouthful of his jizz, that was for sure... and she was going to get it! Prakash let himself go and fucked his Cock rapidly over her slippery little tongue. He felt the jizz bursting from his balls and burning its way out of his Cock. Kiara groaned hungrily when the first sting of come hit the back of her throat. Then he was flooding her mouth with the stuff, and she was gulping it as fast as she could get it, her throat muscles working to the hungry rhythm of his pistoning Cock.

"Ohhhhh, sweet God!" he roared. "I'm cumming, beti! Daddy's cumming in your hot, little mouth! Swallow it, beti! Swallow Daddy's doodh! Unnnnnnhhhhhgggghhhhhhh!"

"Unnnhhh, uummmmmmppppffff!" Kiara moaned.


They were so noisy, Madhuri and the boys stopped their own fun for a few seconds just to watch the amazing sight of Prakash's huge twitching Cock squirting Kiara's hungry little mouth with jet after jet of hot, creamy sperm.

Sameer and Raja couldn't believe it. Here was their strict, moralistic father, the most puritanical man they'd ever known, screaming out in ecstasy as he rammed his squirting Cock into his own beti's mouth.

Madhuri watched her husband in awe, she had never seen him come so hard before, and she made a mental note to try sucking him off more often. She watched her beti's tiny fists flashing up and down the length of her husband's Cock-shaft, jerking his Cock into her wildly sucking mouth. Kiara was gulping her daddy's sperm down greedily, squeezing out every last drop from his spurting Cock.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm, God, that was fantastic!" Prakash gasped, flopping back with a satisfied moan. Kiara sat up and licked her lips. A big grin on her sexy young face.

"Wow! That was fun, Daddy," she chirped. 
"Again?" he cried.

"Honey, I don't think I've got the energy to go again."

"You'd be surprised, Prakash," Madhuri leered."Why don't you let her try?"

"Okay, " he shrugged, "but it's not gonna do any good. My poor old Cock has it for a while."

"We'll just see about that, Daddy," Kiara said with a wicked grin.

She dipped her head down once more and raked her hot little tongue over her father's limp Cock. Prakash snorted with excitement as he felt his Cock give an involuntary twitch. Right away he felt his lust returning, which was something that had never happened to him before. Usually, after fucking Madhuri, he was finished for the rest of the day... but not any more. His beti's skillfully lashing tongue was already stimulating his Cock back to erection.

Madhuri starred in pleasant surprise. This was getting better and better, she thought. Her one-shot husband just needed someone to press the right buttons and he could get it up again in a flash. He'd just come in his beti's mouth, now less than a minute later his Cock was once more hardening in her busy little mouth. Kiara must be pressing the right buttons, that was for sure! She'd have to ask her how she did it and practice on her beta's till she got it right. Then she'd show her husband what an orgasm was all about!

Madhuri gasped as Raja began to lash his tongue over her Pussy  again, while Sameer went back to fondling her swollen sensitive boobs. She turned away from Prakash and lost herself in her own hot pleasure, kissing Sameer hungrily and juicing all over Raja's whipping tongue.

"Mmmmmm, yessss!" she panted, looking down at Raja's mouth plastered over her glistening slit. "Get me off now, beta , aur chooso beta jor se chooso. Meri Pussy  ka ras nikalo."

Her hoarse request caught Prakash's attention, and he watched carefully to see just how their beta would bring her off. He needed to learn that, and a hundred other details of lovemaking, because from now on he and Madhuri were going to be totally liberated in bed. At least he was, and he had a hunch Madhuri would be, too. She sure didn't look inhibited or uptight right now.

"Ohhhhhhh, God, yessss," she wailed.



Raja was sliding his stiff tongue into his maa Pussy , and her face was a grimace of ecstasy as she spread her legs wide and pressed the boy's mouth against her gaping Pussy -slit with both hands. Raja shoved his tongue into her tight little hole right to the root, causing his maa's gaand to squirm all over the bed, her boobs jiggling in Sameer's hands as she whimpered into his frantically kissing mouth. Raja's lips and chin were covered with his maa ki sugandhit Pussy  ras as he tried desperately to lick out her bhari hui Pussy .

But there was too much, so he gave up and concentrated on forcing his tongue as far as he could into her hot, clinging little Pussy . His head began to bob as he started to face-fuck his sexy mother, with slow, deliberate strokes and flicks of his tongue. Madhuri pulled her mouth from Sameer's and whimpered in ecstasy.

"Unnnghhhhhhh, beta, yessssss!" she hissed, "that's it! Give it to me! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! "

Madhuri arched her body, squealing and whimpering as she spun towards an incredibly powerful climax. Her hips bucked up off the bed in a desperate attempt to get her beta's tongue as deeply into her wet Pussy  as possible. Soon, she was undulating her gaand up at him like crazy, fucking the boy's juice-slick face with the same hungry rhythm he was using to piston his stiff tongue into her clinging Pussy . She screwed her eyes shut and forgot everything else, even her husband, as she hurtled toward orgasm. Raja's jabbing tongue made an obscene sucking noise that seemed to echo through the room, punctuated by Madhuri's shrill cries.

Prakash didn't think he'd ever seen anything sexier in his life. His wife was going out of her mind with excitement as she squirmed her Pussy  shamelessly up at her beta's stabbing, wriggling tongue. Her Pussy  was creaming like crazy, the juice running out around the boy's lips and smearing all over his face. Madhuri squealed and clawed at the bed, clenching fistfuls of bedspread.

Watching his normally prim and proper wife get her Pussy  sucked and licked to the very brink of orgasm by their youngest beta was incredibly exciting for Prakash. He felt his Cock rising rigidly under Kiara's lashing tongue and shuddered lustily as Madhuri began to come.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck yes, beta , I'm coming!" she shrieked. "Ohhhhhh, God! Uuunnnnnggghhh, Fuuuuuuucckkkkkk!"

She writhed and bucked so hard that Raja couldn't keep his tongue in her Pussy . She jerked right off the slick impalement and rolled around on the bed, moaning and convulsing.

Prakash watched her with lust-glazed eyes, vowing that the next time they made love, he'd get her that excited. He'd make her come just as hard as Raja had, now that he'd lost his hangups about sex.

"Ohhhhh, shit! That was wonderful, beta! Bahut maja aaya " sobbed Madhuri, looking down at her beta with dreamy satisfaction. "You made me come so good!"

"My pleasure, maa!", grinned Raja giving his maa's phudakti Pussy  a tender kiss.

Madhuri lay back in total bliss. It was the most powerful climax she'd ever had in her life, and she wondered if that was because she was having sex with her betas, or the fact that her husband was watching ... or both? She didn't know, but one thing was certain that it wouldn't be the last time! She had to admit that the delicious depravity of fucking her own kids added greatly to her arousal.



For her at least, forbidden fruit DID taste the best... and so did forbidden Cocks, she thought, smiling to herself. And judging by the way her husband had fucked their beti's pretty little face before and come in her mouth, Prakash was learning to appreciate the pleasures of taboo sex himself. As her Pussy -spasms subsided, Madhuri opened her eyes and looked over at her husband.

Their eyes locked, and they smiled at each other. She'd never seen him look more handsome... more desirable... more totally aroused. He snorted lustily as Kiara's lashing tongue worked his lengthening Cock to full stiffness. As he gazed into Madhuri's eyes, his message was clear. The moment he got his hands on her, he was going to prove that he was a changed man. Madhuri almost whimpered with lust at the prospect. She could hardly wait to make love to the new Prakash. In fact she had a sudden urge to crawl right over there and beg him to fuck her right there in front of the kids, but Kiara chose that moment to pull her mouth off her father's Cock and ask him exactly the same question.

"Uhhhhh, Daddy, it's even bigger than before!" she cooed, "Please , Ohhhhh, pleeeeeeease, I want it so bad!"

Prakash looked dazedly down at his rigid, saliva-slick Cock and realized that his beti had carried out her promise to make him hard again. It hadn't been any problem at all. The only trouble was that now she'd given him another throbbing erection, she wanted that engorged pole of meat in her garam Pussy  . Was he really prepared to fuck his own beti, his own little girl?

"Ahhh, I don't know about that, beti," he said. "I'm still not sure it would be right."

"Aw, come on, Daddy," she pouted, "Raja and Sameer fucked Mom, so why won't you fuck me?"

"That's right, Prakash," Madhuri grinned. "You don't have any excuse. Why don't you give the poor girl what she wants? I'm certainly not going to let these two kadak jawan Cocks go to waste, right beta?"

"You bet, Maa!" chorused Sameer and Raja, eagerly fisting their stiff jawan Cocks.

Both boys were extremely aroused and couldn't wait to shove their Cocks into their mother's tight, wet Pussy  again.

"Come on then, Raja beta," smiled Madhuri, "I think it's your turn, next."

"Awww, Maa!" whined Sameer


"I've got more than one place to put a Cock, beta!", grinned Madhuri wantonly 

Prakash had never heard his wife suggest such a thing in his life. They'd never even considered anal or oral sex before, and now, here she was offering her mouth, Pussy  and gaand to her two betas, like some common rundi. It was sick and depraved.... The more Prakash thought about it, the more he LIKED it!


Madhuri gave her husband a lewd grin and a wink, and rolled into the doggy position, knowing that Raja's rock-hard teenage Cock would be waiting for her. Both boys had hard-ons that wouldn't quit, and Madhuri was so wet, she couldn't wait to feel them both slamming deep into her body. Sure enough, she'd hardly gotten into position before she felt Raja's hot young hands grasping her hips, then his swollen garam Cock against her gaand as it spread her Pussy  opening wide. She gasped with delight as her beta pulled her ass back and slammed his bada, mota Cock clear to her womb in one greedy thrust.

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"Uuuuhhhhmmmmm, yes beta, that feels fantastic! Tumahra Cock tumahre daddy jaisa bada aur mota hai!" she moaned, "chodo mujhe ,beta! Maa ki chudakad Pussy  ko jorse chodo!"

Prakash had been watching the whole thing, and now his lust boiled over. He saw his gorgeous, sexy wife taking their youngest beta's Cock deep into her Pussy , and loving every solid inch of it. So, why shouldn't he take Kiara up on her offer and have some fun with his equally wet ? Throwing caution to the wind, Prakash rolled onto his back and effortlessly lifted Kiara's tiny body up to straddle him, his rigid Cock sticking straight up between the girl's thighs.

"Okay, beti ," he leered, "If you want it so bad, then sit on Cock!"

"Oooooooooh, Daddy," squealed Kiara happily.

With a look of total delight on her pretty young face, she reached down and grasped her father's turgid Cock with both hands, positioning the fat knob between her juicy little Pussy lips. Although her daddy's Cock about the same length as her Brothers', it was a fair bit wider across... thicker even than her boyfriend's.

Kiara shuddered with anticipation at the thought of such a huge Cock penetrating her tight little Pussy . She knew it would be the fuck of her life, and she couldn't wait any longer! With a little cry of joy, Kiara shoved her juicy little Pussy  mouth down over the flared knob of her daddy's fat Cock-head, then sat down on it.



Her eyes got huge. It felt like she was taking a baseball bat into her Pussy . But she wasn't going to chicken out in front of the whole family. She'd begged her father to fuck her... and fuck her he would! Kiara gritted her teeth and kept sliding down the big, thick shaft, looking down as her daddy's immense Cock slowly disappeared into her wide-stretched little Pussy . Her Pussy lips bulged around the massive shaft and she felt crammed so full of hard, throbbing meat that she thought she'd split in half.


"Ooooooh, Daddy!" she cried.

"Ohhhh, my God! "Uuuunnngggghh, tumahri Pussy  bahut tight hai, beti" Prakash moaned. "God, what a tight garam Pussy !"

Kiara would never know how she did it, but at last she was fully impaled on her father's huge erection, and she was still in one piece. Actually, now that it was all the way inside her, and her Pussy  had stretched to accommodate the incredible thickness, it felt fantastic. She could feel it throbbing and twitching deep up inside her, like a living thing with a mind of it's own.



Soon, Kiara began to move her hips, content to slowly grinding his Cock into her Pussy  for the moment. But her father had other ideas. With a cry of unbridled lust, Prakash grasped her by the waist and began fucking her in deep lusty strokes. Kiara screamed, more in surprise than in pain and felt her insides being suctioned by the deep, pistoning movements. The slight pain soon dissolved into intense pleasure as her distended clit rasped up and down the length of her father's Cock and mashed into his pubic bone on every down-stroke. Her Pussy  was creaming like crazy, lubricating the great shaft with her Pussy  tel as Kiara began to bounce up and down on her daddy's huge Cock, squealing and squirming in hot, adolescent excitement.

"Uuuuuuhhhhh, shit, yeah! Fuck it to me!" she howled, "Mujhe apne bade Cock se chodo, Daddy!"



Madhuri's Pussy  also creamed heavily around Raja's pistoning Cock as she watched her beti fuck herself on Prakash's rigid Cock. She'd been aching to fuck Prakash herself, but Kiara's need had been even greater, so Madhuri had decided to wait. The waiting wasn't so terrible, really, because she had her chudakad jawan beta to fuck her. And to add to her excitement, Sameer was kneeling in front of her and trailing his drooling Cock over her lips.

"Chooso, maa" he pleaded softly. "I can't wait any longer!"

"Mmmmmmm, unnnhhhh," she moaned.



Prakash snorted with insane lust as he watched Sameer slid his Cock into his maa's open mouth. He loved fucking their beti's incredibly tight and steaming Pussy -hole, but even more arousing was watching his previously inhibited wife taking two Cocks at once and loving it. He knew for sure now that their love-making would never be the same. It was going to be better.. better beyond his wildest dreams. His pleasurable thoughts were interrupted by Kiara's shrill squeals.

"Ooooooooh, Daddy, I'm coming!" she howled.

"Yeah! Cum, beti!" he grunted, slamming his mota Cock up her tight jawan Pussy  as hard as he could.

The contractions of his beti's sudden orgasm, sent him over the edge in no time at all.

"Ohhhhhh, God! Fuck! I'm cumming too, beti! Uuuuuhhh, Daddy's cumming tooooooo!"

"Ohhh, yesssss! Do it!", hissed Kiara, clenching her spasming Pussy  around her father's deeply pumping Cock.

"Cum with me! Cum with me Daddy! UUHHHHHHHHHHH! UUUUUUUHHHHH, GODDDDDD! DADDDDDYYYYYYY!"

Prakash's Cock exploded inside his beti's belly, filling her tiny, quivering Pussy  with the biggest, thickest load of sperm, Kiara had ever received. She bounced and bobbed on top of him like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco, except this horny little cowgirl was riding her daddy's cum-spurting Cock! Just as Kiara's orgasm peaked with his own, Prakash dimly heard his betas' lusty yelps and Madhuri's muffled moans of ecstasy as they all got off together.



Dizzily he watched his wife's cheeks swell with Sameer's spurting load, while Raja's bubbling jism overflowed her Cock-filled Pussy  and ran down her thighs. The whole family was coming at the same time, making the king-size bed rock and groan. They all fell into a tangle of arms and legs, Cocks and Pussy s, gasping like long distance runners. Kiara was the first to catch her breath again.

"Oooooh, God, that was fantastic?" she cried. "But I still feel wet. Let's do it again."

"Not now, young lady," Madhuri laughed. "It's dinnertime, and we're going to need a rest and some food. I have a hunch it's going to be a very busy evening."





THE-END

[Rajaryanea]

Thanks for.the update bro . 
Awesome update 
Also write on tapsee pannu as her birthday tribute

[Chrollo Lucilfer]

Perfect birthday gift to Kiara. Pls give same to Tapsee.

[Gurumoorthi]

Bro what about ramya krishnan and keerthi suresh story

[Crushed_Burned]

Wow, Wonderful story on Kiara and Madhuri bro. Good job

[aparnesh]

Post Saumya Tandon

[Rajrai]

Big Daddy
It is copied from donor uncle in apartments Literotica sexsto

[ravikick]

We already know that from the begining he clearly said that all stories copied from the internet dont mention the original names it will spoil the mood for further reading..

[Gurumoorthi]

Bro update

[Krishan202]

Big Daddy
It is copied from donor uncle in apartments Literotica sexsto

Yes bro, i copied the story, All credits goes to original writer. not only this one all stories are copied from internet. if you have any objection feel free to tell me i will remove that thing. 

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Part -- 9

One day, Krishan Kumar was sitting on the long sofa in the hall, and he had a magazine in his hand. Ramya came with a big photo album, and sat beside him. He looked at her, and found her an extremely hot lady, dbangd in an elegant white Saree. The long hairs neatly tied behind her neck, and reaching up to her waist. The Saree was well below the navel, and showing her flat abdomen while the boobs looked like ready to burst out of its restraints. She was sitting close enough for him to smell the sweet perfumes coming from her body.


"Krishan, see our family photos. These are the wedding photos of me and my husband from our younger times. This is little Anushka of 3 years," she said.





Suddenly his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw Ramya leaned onto him showing him photos from the Album, and her shoulder met his. He saw that she didn't pull back but kept her breasts pressed against him while continuing to show the photos animatedly.


He felt excited; his cock grew in size and was making a tent in his pants. He quietly adjusted it and watched in amazement as she slipped closer to him and allowed her boobs to be pressed against the backside of his shoulder.


"See this little Anushka. Can you believe this little Anushka has become a mother of two young daughters?" she said to him excitedly, showing the childhood photographs of Anushka.


What was she doing? Was she flirting with him? Whether she decided to make her fantasy a reality. She wondered and looked at him. Then Ramya came in front of him, and leaned to show him further photos from the Album. Now, her boobs were more revealing, thin shoulder straps, and the bra cups were really tiny and only covered her nipples. On either side Krishan Kumar could clearly see the dark circles around her nipples, the aureoles. Because it was tight, her breasts were squeezed tightly together and bulged up and out very sexily.


The panties were even tinier, clearly visible from her white transparent saree, really only a thong. At home, she would usually not wear a petticoat beneath the saree except panties. There was nothing at all behind, just a really thin strand that went between her buttocks and, on the other side, came up between her legs. There, the strand became a little broader, but just a little, so that it only just covered her actual cunt-lips, but left everything else completely bare: her pubic hair could be seen on either side. Then Kreethi entered, and the situation was changed.





In the meantime, Krishan Kumar set a target to fuck these two women very soon. He started preparation to give a good and heavy fuck to these two women. He stopped masturbating, tried to control himself, started taking the special homeopathy medicines for enhancing the duration of sex. He started massaging his dick everyday by special herbal medicated oil which would make the dick rock hard. Good things happened to him one by one, his body started showing results, his dick was staying erect for 30+ minutes, he had not even masturbated for once, he even controlled himself from wet dream ( leaking sperm during sleep) by having a cold shower at night and oil bath twice a week. All the sex boosting medicines and foods started showing results, and his dried ball sack slowly filled up with stock of thick quantity of healthy sperm for emptying inside these two women.


He would often notice Keerthi, the silent beauty of the house, who would be doing all the household works, and occasionally when their eyes would meet, she would simply smile at him. Krishan Kumar could guess that an underline sorrow was running inside her mind which she would not like to express before others, it might be her unhappiness being childless for more than 6 years after being married.





Day by day, he became obsessed with this beauty, he wanted to be part with her, to explore the cause of her depression and her emptiness. He was attracted much more with her faint and starry radiance face through the gloom, and the sweet stillness of her face down on a fair young head, with all the clustering locks, untouched by care, her lips and cheek, beneath it her innocent gaze. Her flute-like voices, her tenderness, and her smile was wearing her woe. He would glance at her pale cheek, and wanted to give her a true heart of hope replacing the broken heart with the first fragrance of love. Krishan Kumar became obsessed with her romantically.


She was cleaning the window. She was in her mid-thirties, fair complexion, with perfect 34B breasts and below her naked waist peeking through her saree was a round hip which swayed sexily with every step she took.


He looked up to the window, and saw there her noble but gloomy face. It was bent down, and her head seemed as if it was depressed by dark thoughts. At this sight, Krishan Kumar forgot everything.


"Ohhh!" sighed he, "if I could only make her happier!"


This was Krishan Kumar's daily subject of thought, but Keerthi appeared to be indifferent to everything around her here. He picked out the pairs of beautiful fancy golden bangles, he purchased last evening for her, and with these in his hand which were glistening in the light, he proceeded towards her.


"Keerthi, you look like you have been working hard, come, see what I brought for you. I think these would suit to your hands," he said and handed over her the bangles.


"Uncle, thank you," she acknowledged his gifts. The sickly paleness of her noble countenance, the depressed seldom- raised eyelids, the inanimate languor of her movements, the gloomy indifference in which her soul seemed to be wrapped for suffering was beamed with light of joy and cheerfulness.





"Why don't you wear these now? I want to see whether these are fitted suitably in your hands or not?" he said, and reached down to her hands for help. She felt his hand as he helped her to wear the bangles. His hand was big and hot. She felt a current of electricity run up her arms.


"These are beautiful," said Kreethi.


"At least, you have appreciated, so nice of you. Do you ever go outside?" he asked smilingly.


"After coming here, I have never gone outside," she replied with her dropping eyes.


"Then, you should come with me sometime? I would be your guide. We would go to the zoo, Metro, shopping complex, and to watch movies in Theatres," he said and looked at her intently.


She nodded her head with consent, and replied, "Sure, I would like to visit with you."


In the next two weeks, Krishan Kumar took Keerthi to all places  which she had never seen in her life. He purchased costly and beautiful sarees, ornaments, and cosmetics for her, and gifted her.


Gradually, he could notice that she had overcome her melancholies, sorrow, and gloomy face of disappointed hopes. Now, she had become a little talkative. Her face reflected perfect happiness.





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[Krishan202]

One Saturday morning, Ramya said, "Krishan, my daughter Anushka was telling me that you are a good palmist. Can you foretell something about me?"


Krishan Kumar replied, "Ramya, you see, I am not a professional palmist. I have studied palmistry in depth, I can foretell certain things in detail, but not everything."


Ramya eagerly in an anxious tone requested, "Please see my palm, and tell me whatever you know."


He took the right palm of Ramya, and said, "The right hand is what you're born with, and left is what you've accumulated throughout your life. For males, it is the other way around. The left hand is what he is born with, and the right is what he has accumulated throughout his life."


Then he started telling her certain things of her past after studying carefully the lines, and she nodded her head with consent. Kreethi was standing by the side of them, and listening to everything diligently.


"Ramya, it is clearly shown in your marriage line that you will become a widow at the age of 40 years, but surprisingly, in the child line, it is showing that you will be having two children," he said.


"What Rubbish! I have only one child that is Anushka. How can I have another child at this age" she said.


Krishan Kumar exclaimed, "I don't know, the line is telling that only."


Then Ramya left. Kreethi came nearer to him, and said in a low voice," uncle, can you tell me something about my future?"


He glanced at her saddened pale face, and said, "Keerthi, now I have to hurry for my Bank. Tomorrow is Sunday. In the morning, with a fresh mood, I will study your palm, and tell you everything of your future life."


Next day, it was a bright Sunday morning. The children of both the families left for the zoo along with Ramya. The time was 10.00AM. Both the ladies, Asin and Anushka were lying in their beds with their bulky wombs. Krishan Kumar had finished his bathing by this time. Keerthi entered his flat with a full tray of breakfast.


After sometime, she addressed him, "Uncle, you promised me yesterday to see my palm, and tell me about it."


"Ohhh! yes...come near me," he called her.


He took her palm, and placed it on his lap, and started studying the lines. He told her some facts of her past. Then he said, "Keerthi, your marriage line is fine, but with some problems, but your child line speaks that you will have a kid within a year."


"It is not true," she said, and the big tears rolled down her cheeks as she said it.





Krishan Kumar looked at her in surprise as tears had gathered in her eyes, and a flood of tears gushed down her cheeks.


Then she started saying, "I was in my eighteen when my parents fixed my marriage with a school teacher. As you know in small rural areas like ours, the parents in law, the relatives and everybody expect a baby from a newly married couple immediately. Each passing month, my husband and I looked for signs indicating that in ten months' time we would be parents. Little did we realize that our path to parenthood would be significantly longer, indefinite with uncertainty. But it is a road that we travelled together for the last 6 years, growing closer and giving each other moral support. Maybe it was a premonition of difficult times ahead, but more likely it was just a natural step for me, which motivated me to consult with a gynaecologist two years before. Medical Test was conducted on me and my husband. From the reports/Tests, it was revealed that due to Male infertility on the part of my husband, I cannot conceive a baby ever in my life. Since I love my husband very much, and don't want to hurt him, I tore the Reports, and told him that the fault was from my end. My in-laws in turn blamed me for being childless . It was easier for us to cope on our own without having to cope with their disappointment. Our friends were supportive, even though they could not fully understand what we were going through. But my husband was such a nice man throughout the years that he has supported me by giving his maximum love to me, and neither of us ever thought of divorcing each other. The Relatives, neighbours, and colleagues on the whole were generally sensitive. The challenge is answering innocent questions posed by strangers such as, "How many children do you have?" I felt worse for the person asking than for myself. I would spend the next fifteen minutes explaining that it is a natural question and they had not hurt me by asking it.


I appreciated my Aunt (Asin) calling personally and telling me she was pregnant, although it must have been very difficult for her. My Aunt (Asin) still thinks that we are having treatments for the baby but we didn't tell her anything specifics. I especially appreciated the fact that she treated me as a normal person, she always included us in the family activities."


Krishan Kumar remained silent for some moment, then he said, "Male infertility refers to a male's inability to cause pregnancy in a fertile female. Male infertility is commonly due to deficiencies in the semen and semen quality. This means your husband is not able to conceive a child, even though he had continuous sexual intercourse with you. Male infertility is due to low sperm production, abnormal sperm function or blockages that prevent the delivery of sperm. Illnesses, injuries, chronic health problems, lifestyle choices and other factors can play a role in causing male infertility."


He continued his saying, "Keerthi, listen carefully, what I am saying is from a medical point of views as I am a Doctor also. There are other important reasons for becoming male infertility, so tell me without hesitation and shy whether your husband has problems with sexual function — for example, difficulty with ejaculation or small volumes of fluid ejaculated, reduced sexual desire, or difficulty maintaining an erection (erectile dysfunction) and pain, swelling or a lump in the testicle area."


With drooping eyes, she replied, "Yes, he has all these problems that you mentioned."


Now, Krishan Kumar noted the reasons for her unhappiness, her emptiness and her sorrow. He could now guess how the healthful tint of quiet happiness which once painted her smooth cheek, had given place to a pale face, her eyes which were keener and most restless in glances once, now there was unquiet dropping of her heavy lids, as if tears lurked beneath their shadow.


He very lightly touched her shoulder with one hand while wiping her tears away with the other. Immediately, he looked away so that she would think this first touch from his side to be subconscious or genuine instead of being fake or forced.


Krishan Kumar touched the side of his head first, then slowly brushed her hand backwards, moving his right hand through her hair, so smoothly, through the thickness of her hair. After that, his hand went down the side of her neck, passed her ear lobe, and started brushing something, ever so slowly, "stroke one, stroke two" off the top portion of her blouse, just above her breast line.


Krishan Kumar saw her distress, "Keerthi," he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.


"What's wrong?"


"Nothing," she choked. "It's just that..."


Krishan Kumar said nothing, but caressed her shoulder. Finally, Keerthi broke down. She pushed Krishan Kumar's hand away and ran inside the bed room, crying. Krishan Kumar followed her.


She sat on the side of the bed. Krishan Kumar walked slowly to her. He sat beside her. For a few moments they sat, his arm around her shoulders as she cried. "I..." Keerthi spoke, choking on her tears. A fresh wave of tears washed over her. She fought them back and went on, "I...I love my husband very much."





"Oh, Keerthi!" he said, stroking her hair. He let her cry a bit more. When it seemed, she might not stop, he kissed the top of her head, very tenderly. Krishan Kumar rubbed her shoulder more, trying to find the right words to comfort her. "Everyone in this world has problems, but that does not mean that one should give up their hopes and leads a painful life. There is no fault on your part, you are fertile, and you can be a mother."


"But, how?" Kreethi sobbed.


"Keerthi," Krishan Kumar said awkwardly. He touched her shoulder. His hand moved down, brushing the side of her breast. She clutched his hand in hers, pressing it against her boob.


He kissed the side of her neck, her ear. His fingers continued, thrusting, probing, stroking deep inside of her.


He held onto her shoulder. His finger stroked her skin. She thought nothing of it, but when his hand moved upwards and he started caressing her neck. She gave him an utterly surprised look.


Krishan Kumar looked into her eyes a moment, then leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips. Before she could say something or oppose him, he timidly kissed her on the lips. Now she stared at him in shock. A second later, he grabbed her shoulder, and kissed her again, bolder this time and longer. She tried to stop him, but his strong warm lips on her made her weak in the knees and she let herself be kissed.





It was a quick kiss, an innocent kiss. But Kreethi's heart leapt in her breast...he had kissed her! She leaned closer, her lips parted slightly, hoping for another. Krishan Kumar hesitated, sensing what she wanted. At last he gave in and kissed her. Their mouths worked slowly. Caught up in the moment, Keerthi took his face in her hands and kissed him more deeply. He returned the kiss eagerly. Their tongues danced. After a long minute, they parted. Krishan Kumar looked at her as Keerthi sat upright, dropping her eyes shyly. Her bosom heaved, and her nipples were prominent beneath the sweaty, clinging blouse.
Soon his hands were all over her. A delightful shudder went through her as he caressed her breasts over her blouse, and impulsively she started kissing him back. For minutes, they were lying in the bed with their tongues intertwined.


Suddenly, Krishan Kumar was kissing her again, passionately, wantonly! She returned his kisses, caressing his back as two fell on the bed. He kissed her neck, tugging at her damp blouse. She wriggled under him, helping him get it off. Her full breasts bounced free. He kissed and sucked them, nibbling her nipples. Krishan Kumar kept his hand at her sides, but he stroked her softly. Her skin sang at his touch.


His long fingers dancing along her flanks made her feel drunk. She drowned in dizziness, her nipples grew hard, and without thinking, she took his hand and let him touch. Her face showed every expression, moans slowly rolled off the edge of her tongue and out of her mouth. He held her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she thought she would cry from the pleasure that sparked from chest to groin. She pushed back against him, deliberately grinding her ass against his pelvis. He kissed the back of her neck, and tweaked her nipples until she wanted to beg him, to touch her, to fuck her and to whatever it was he wanted to do. Her knees grew weaker and her heart grew fonder.


Then he reached under her saree, and started caressing her thighs. She pushed his hand away, but he kept his mouth glued to her, and his roving fingers quickly found the soft fabric that was his target. He possessively cupped her cunt over her panties. The intimate touch aroused her beyond belief, and silently she allowed him to fondle her, until his hand slipped under her waistband, and he started to explore her bush. Now she had to stop him.


"Uncle! No!" she gasped, "Nooohhhh...Please!" His fingers were on her soft wet flesh. His fingers gently pushed down her slit, finding her very wet, and with a tiny movement, he opened her up. He rolled her clit between his fingers and strummed it harder and harder until her head seemed to swim. He pushed against her G-spot and bit her gently on the back of her neck. She came with a cry that did not sound like her. It sounded wild and untamed. Not like her at all.





Her body twisted, jerked and muscle plasm released tension in her inner thighs. She did not have to beg him to continue. His hands slid down to her torso, over her belly and met in a beautiful wave of movement against her clit. He fluttered his fingers over her mound, through her outer lips, over her throbbing clit. His fingers found her cunt and he slid into her. His other hand continued its beautiful torture of her clit


His index gently glided over her moist lips, and dipping in between her slippery folds, he began rubbing her clitoral hood. Immediately, Kreethi spread her legs to allow him access, and he found her emerging little love button. He rubbed the juice of her cunt on her hardening clitoris, and soon she was squirming with pleasure. He kept rubbing her clitoris in circles until she was gasping for more.


"Ohhh yes, uncle! Just there! Ohhhh...yes," she moaned.


Rotating her pelvis forward, she tried to increase her sensation against her throbbing clitoris, and her undulating hips slowly rocked in unison with his agile fingers. Then he slid his fingers up and down between the folds of her cunt again and dragged wetly across her slit from her throbbing clitoris to her opening and then back up.


"Ohhhh yes! Slow like that, Uncle!" she sighed.





His middle finger teased her entrance, and the feeling was just too good to stop for Keerthi. Then his finger plunged deep into her, and she yelped as it slipped into her depths. Keerthi bit her lips not to make any further involuntary sound, but her mind was screaming, "So good, so good, please don't stop!"

[Krishan202]

He fingered her cunt until she almost collapsed. She felt her knees shaking. He finger fucked her until she lost all thought and her hips rose up to meet his hand, bumping against him greedily. She had lost all shame, all shyness. Now, she wanted to come against his elegant hands, wrapped in his arms.


"Come for me, Keerthi," he whispered in her ear softly. She felt her body tighten at just the tone in his voice. She felt herself clamp hesitantly around the fingers that he thrust deep inside of her.


"I want you to come for me," he whispered.


He untied the string of her petticoat, and tugged it down to her ankles. He pulled off her panties which were soaked through the front, and this sight aroused Krishan Kumar more. He kissed her navel and she cooed and squirmed. He pulled her panties down with his hands, kissing and licking her hip and leg as he pulled them off. She rubbed her pussy lips with his fingertips, already yearning for release.


"Ohhhhh...God! I am comingggggggg...Aaaahhhhhhh," she moaned in pleasure. Krishan Kuma's finger felt the stickiness of liquid oozing out from inside. The juices gradually flowed into his palm. He slurped like a greedy boy licking honey.





Krishan Kumar bent down and kissed her nether lips. The sight of him eating her out was too good as she felt his mouth lapping around her cunt.


Suddenly, Krishan Kumar nestled his head between her thighs. "Ohh...my goodness!" she thought and closed her eyes.


She felt his hands on her thighs, his breath on her bush which sent a warm pleasant rush through her body. When his tongue touched her clit, she clenched his hair. His tongue parted her lips and licked inside of her cunt. Each time he lapped up against her button, he drew back toward her entrance a little more. His tongue whirled and sent sparks of pleasure up her spine. He crawled on top of her and started kissing again, and hungrily she replied.


His long rigid tongue forced in to her, and that opened her, and he wriggled as deep as he could. Cupping her ass in his hands, and pulled her hard against his face until his nose was pressed against her smooth pelvic area, and she could hear him laboured breathing. Her hips bucked up to meet him, and she pushed harder against his face, blindly seeking tongue, lips and teeth.


"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Keerthi cried, wriggling her hips back and forth.





Krishan Kumar lapped at her young clit, and she knew she would cum soon. He slurped her hole, then licked her clit more. Keerthi moaned loudly, arching her back as she came.


The second orgasm was slower and longer, the muscles in her belly flexed. She wrapped her hands in his long dark hair and came against his lips. He felt the jet spray of thick liquid inside his mouth which went straight down his throat. She let him lick her clean as she sat with her head bowed down and drained of all energy. Grateful for the delightful taste of her own sweet juices on his lips when he leaned up and kissed her. Soon they lay completely entangled on the couch.


When he finished lapping her juices, Krishan Kumar sat back on his haunches again. She tugged at his shirt, wrenching it off him. She had not realized how buff he was. She ran her fingers over his washboard abs. On impulse, she touched the front of Krishan Kumar's shorts, moving her hand along the length of his throbbing hard on. Krishan Kumar gave a surprising moan.


Krishan Kumar sat back on his haunches, fumbling with his zipper. His erection made his brief bulge, and Kreethi's eyes widened. She opened the zipper, and his turgid cock sprang free.


Krishan Kumar's eyes widened when she got his penis out. She looked at the big dick pointing straight up from his groin, it was almost 3 times bigger than her husband's. She pulled down his shorts, and then she wrapped her fingers around his firm shaft. She felt his blood coursing through the warm velvety column which throbbed it in the palm of her hand. The sensation of the velvety head sliding through her fingers sent an exciting shiver down her back. She rubbed the pre-cum over the cock head with her thumb. He groaned as his hard cock twitched in her hand.


He positioned his gigantic throbbing 9th inch cock between her sensitive folds, and her breath caught due to the sight of a big giant. Krishan Kumar ran his cock along the inside of her thigh, and rubbed the head over her wet pussy.


He held the tip of his swollen red head between her cunt lips, then he aimed right at her pink opening of the cunt, he pressed the bulbous head between her folds which gilded deep inside her wet cunt hole.



The sensation of the cushiony head sliding between her slick inner lips sent sparks of pleasure through her. She felt his body weigh between her legs. His wigging hips parted her thighs even further. He was stroking the entire length of his cock along her slit. She felt him pushing the slippery knob of his cock faster and faster into her moist cleft. She was breathing heavily. She gasped in shock. Her breath caught in her throat.


"Uncle, what are you doing?" she squealed in her muffled voice as the head of his tool wedged itself in to the split of her womanhood, nestled in the entrance between her slippery folds, the head of uncle's invading presence chiselled between her clenching pussy lips.


She urgently whispered, "Uncle, No," and struggled to get out under him, but she was so wet down there, every move lodged him a little further into her moist cleft.


Then Krishan Kumar thrusted forward, and his shaft easily slid all the way in her cunt. Her whispered protest turned into incredulous squeak as he pushed his extra-large dick where it counted. His full length slid into her hole in one fluid motion. Krishan Kumar grunted in ecstasy as he eased his giant penis inside her pussy. She tried to push him off, but the moment he invaded her, intense pleasure fountained from between her legs. Her cunt muscles contracted and her body trembled in pleasure as his hard, big and thick shaft pushed into her vital young love tunnel.





She hissed, "Uncle, stop it. What do you think? What are you doing?"


"Just for a moment," he pleaded in a very husky voice, "No one will ever know."


She felt his pubic bone grind firmly against her, and realized his giant cock was completely buried inside the narrow passage. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her belly. She was breathing fast, her breasts heaving, nipples hard with excitement, and her vagina wet and ready.


She longed to give in, but she whispered with rasping breath in a fake protest,


"Uncle, I cannot, I am a married woman!"


"Yes, Keerthi! Think me as your husband, we are married and it is our first fucking," said he, and pushed his cock further.


"Uncle, I love you...love you...fuck me Uncle, my cunt is yours only as you are my husband, I am married to you," cried Kreethi, and embraced him tightly.


Slowly, Krishan Kumar pushed his huge dick into her. She moaned as she felt him stretch her. He fucked her slowly kissing her mouth and face. Krishan Kumar pressed his mouth tight on her, and pushed her back onto the couch. Locked together in a kiss with bloated flesh tightly lodged in her cunt, they just lay in this intimate embrace as man and woman. Her heart was beating like crazy. He grabbed her by the shoulders, slowly but firmly, he pushed into her vagina with his strong hips. She responded by rocking her hips to meet his thrust, and she could not help it. She was on her back with her thighs wide apart, and so excited that she could not protest any more.





Krishan Kumar kissed her neck. "I know, you want it too...," he whispered in her ear.


He was right. She felt the warm moistness down there. It had been quite a long time she had a man between her legs. Her juicy peach was ready to be creamed. Then their eyes locked together, and she held on to his waist with both hands, clamped tightly on him, and pulled him into her.


"Oh, yes,' Keerthi hissed, "Yess! Take me, Uncle! Take me now!"

[Krishan202]

He moaned in pleasure. As she started moving her hips, a tidal wave of pleasure flowed between her legs. Her body was finally getting what it needed. She cried out with lust as he filled with her rapid thrust, his hands moved down her back to her bottom, and cupping her buttocks. He drove himself in to her, put his lips on her lips to muffle her moans of ecstasy. Her breasts wobbled up and down her blouse, as Krishan Kumar thrusted in and out of her. She felt his pounding hips rising and pushing, and Krishan Kumar's hands under her butt as he was pushing fast.





Krishan Kumar increased his tempo, his hands moved down to her back to her bottom, and grabbed her buttocks. He pressed his face into the hollow of her neck, pushing himself on her. Her hands grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper inside her, increasing his rhythm. He began to moan loudly, and she knew he was about to come.


She breathed. He looked into her eyes without stopping. She hissed, "Please come inside me."


He gasped, his eyes went wild, and he planted himself deep inside her, his dick expanded in her tight passage. In utter bliss, she moaned, "Ohhh...Yes, Uncle! Do it for me." Then she felt him squirt and she orgasmed explosively as the dam broke and a tremendous vibration took possession of her convulsing body.


The contraction of her spasming cunt seemed to suck the sperm right out of Krishan Kumar's balls, shooting a torrent of hot white seed into her womb. He gave a triumphant roar as he blasted his load into her baby factory. She clawed at his back as he was seeding her.


She cried with pleasure, "Ohhh...uncle, yes! Yess! Fuck me, fill up me with your seeds. Do it to me. Do it in my hot wet cunt."





Delirious with lust, she felt her contracting cervix open and she could swear he was shooting his load right into her womb. She was coming so hard she thought she would pass out. With each grunt, Krishan Kumar's dick expanded in her narrow tunnel for preparation of another blast, the tightening in her cunt triggered another wave of orgasms, spasming, grasping and milking his spurting cock, sucking thick white gobs of creamy sperm right through her cervix, and in to her ripe and ready womb.


She fully realized he was breeding her, and she was actually helping his eager swimmers on their way to go inside her little egg. Her tunnel was slick with his cummings and still he kept Cumming, she could not believe how much there in those big balls. She wanted every drop of his virile nectar inside her adulterous cunt.





As he emptied his balls into her gripping, sucking cunt, she milked every last drop of his honey from his dick. When her incredible orgasms finally ebbed a way, his dick slowed down in her throbbing slit, and after a few gentle final thrusts, he collapsed on top of her body, panting rapidly from the exertion. She also just lay completely exhausted under him.



Finally, he got off her, and as his shrinking penis slipped out, Keerthi let out a sigh, it was over. When she felt the warm moistness of sperm leaking out of her, she got out from the couch to get her clothes back on. He reminded her of a young bull she had seen in her town. She could not believe what she had done just now. She took off her dress and went into the bathroom for a clean wash. She could not help a nervous giggle when she took off her panties as she felt uncle's nectar pouring out from her, and she wanted to see it. She took a little hand mirror, and positioned herself by squatting on the floor, and watched the pearly white syrup flowing from her open cunt like honey from some exotic pink flower. She was mesmerized, it felt like a dream. She cleaned up as best as she could. She thought, without any protection, she had let a man twice her age shoot sperm in her cunt willingly, eagerly even, and at her most fertile time. The fact that her orgasm only increased her chance of her pregnancy. Just one of those little swimmers was enough although Millions would probably get into her unused womb.




To be continued.....

[Gurumoorthi]

Excellent bro, Eagarly waiting for next update

[Sarvanand]

Keerthi expressions are enough to make me leak her story from a homely wife to a slut is just awesome

[Gurumoorthi]

Update bro

[rimpikhatun]

Good going