Adultery Deepa - An innocent Wife and Elder sister and her sacrification

[King Kesavan]

Will they make her husband also do like this

[RedDranzar]

Yes thankyou

It's great to see that you are reading the feedback and opinions of audience and trying to write it as per audience demand. 

Good work.

[Suresh@123]

It's great to see that you are reading the feedback and opinions of audience and trying to write it as per audience demand. 

Good work.

Thank you

[Suresh@123]

Will they make her husband also do like this

Yes next husband also they will do..

[RedDranzar]

Thank you

Will Deepa become a prostitute.  She seems to like being used and filmed. I think she is slowly becoming like adult movie actress.

[Suresh@123]

Will Deepa become a prostitute.  She seems to like being used and filmed. I think she is slowly becoming like adult movie actress.

Haa ha ha...


 But they will fuck her all holes... Just now they used two holes only.. Third one still awaited..

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Yes next husband also they will do..

It won't be sacrifice then

[RedDranzar]

It won't be sacrifice then

Yes husband should be unaware. By the time he will know Deepa should be transformed completely.

[Santhosh24]

Next change deepa complete slave to Johnny
She doesn't want to know about rahul sissy truth
She want to help Johnny about contact ( sex with heir officials, dealers) unaware about Johnny plan
Deepa husband don't want to know about the truth
Make her another college visit ??

[NovelNavel]

Yes husband should be unaware. By the time he will know Deepa should be transformed completely.

You are wrong. She has crossed all lines. Pathetically the brother for whom she started this has turned sissy and touched her private parts. What's wrong in humiliating husband. She can't Live with him anymore as she humiliated her husband in front of these men and her brother too knows it. She will not like to live with her husband henceforth with fear of being finded these men will make more money with her videos than the project

[RedDranzar]

You are wrong. She has crossed all lines. Pathetically the brother for whom she started this has turned sissy and touched her private parts. What's wrong in humiliating husband. She can't Live with him anymore as she humiliated her husband in front of these men and her brother too knows it. She will not like to live with her husband henceforth with fear of being finded these men will make more money with her videos than the project

Yes you are correct but brother is still unknowingly done by her. I think after all this the author will transform her from shy to very bold in dress and attitude.

[Santhosh24]

Yes you are correct but brother is still unknowingly done by her. I think after all this the author will transform her from shy to very bold in dress and attitude.

You are right but her innocence is main story line 
Humiliated her more fuck by others, college teachers,
Make her blackmail to make porn video or marry any old man or Jhonny servant 
Husband don't want to know about her slave until her Jhonny baby comes out

[Tamilmathi]

Suresh@123 atleast updates weekly 2 times or times
Now your story on core ....

[parottamaster]

Superrrr

[Suresh@123]

Thank you all





Deepa was completely lost in pleasure, riding Johnny in reverse cowgirl position right above me. Her thick, oiled golden thighs framed my face like a forbidden cage. Her swollen, dripping pussy was stretched obscenely around his massive 9.5-inch cock, sliding up and down with wet, rhythmic squelching sounds. From my helpless position directly underneath, I could see every intimate detail — the way her puffy pink pussy lips clung tightly to his thick veined shaft, stretching wide with every downward thrust, the creamy white froth of her juices coating the base of his cock, and the constant flow of her arousal dripping onto my face, lips, and tongue.
Her round, juicy ass cheeks jiggled softly with each bounce. Her tight little asshole twitched visibly just above me, still glistening from earlier attention. Her heavy 34D breasts swayed heavily beneath her, dark nipples hard and begging to be touched. The mangalsutra around her neck swung like a symbol of her shattered marriage. She was still blindfolded with black silk, headphones blasting loud music in her ears, completely unaware that her own brother was lying right beneath her spread pussy, tasting and watching everything.
Johnny sat behind her, holding her wide hips firmly, controlling the slow, deep rhythm. His thick cock disappeared completely inside her with every downward movement, then reappeared glistening with her cream as she rose. He looked down at me with a cruel, satisfied smile and began his wicked psychological game.
“Tell me, Deepa… whose cock feels better inside your married pussy right now — your husband Charan’s or mine?”
Deepa bit her full lower lip hard, trying to hold onto the last remnants of her dignity. Her breathing was heavy and ragged. For a long moment she stayed silent, only soft whimpers escaping her as she continued riding him slowly.
Johnny didn’t accept the silence. He reached around with one hand and pushed two thick fingers into her already stretched pussy alongside his cock, while his other hand’s middle finger slowly circled her tight asshole before pushing inside.
Deepa’s entire body jerked violently above me. A sharp, involuntary giggle-shiver ran through her voluptuous frame as both her holes were suddenly filled and stretched even more intensely.
“Aaahhh… haaaaa… Johnny… please… not both at once… mmmmmm!!!”
Her pussy clenched hard around his cock and fingers. Fresh, warm juices leaked out around them, dripping directly onto my open mouth and face. Her asshole fluttered and tightened around the invading finger, the tiny ring visibly pulsing.
Johnny kept the slow, deep bouncing going, his voice low and teasing.
“Full sentence, baby. Don’t be shy. Whose cock feels better deep inside you — Charan’s or mine? Say it properly.”
Deepa tried to resist again, her hips trembling as she fought the overwhelming pleasure. But Johnny curled his fingers hard against her G-spot while pushing his finger deeper into her ass.
She let out a high-pitched, broken moan, her body shivering uncontrollably.
“Your… your cock feels better… haaaaa… much better than my husband’s…”
Johnny smiled wickedly and pushed his fingers even deeper, scissoring them slowly inside both her holes.
“Louder. Full sentence. Tell me exactly how it feels.”
Deepa’s resistance crumbled further. Her voice came out trembling, filled with shame and pleasure.
“Your cock… feels so much better than my husband Charan’s… AHHHHHH!!! It’s thicker… longer… it stretches me so beautifully… it reaches so deep where Charan never could… haaaaaaaa!!!”
I watched in humiliated fascination from below — the way her pussy lips were stretched to their absolute limit around Johnny’s thick cock and fingers, the creamy juices being pushed out with every movement, her asshole gripping his other finger tightly. Every slow thrust made more of her warm nectar drip onto my face. I could taste her completely — sweet, musky, and completely addictive.
Johnny continued the slow fucking, his hips rolling upward to meet her downward movements while his fingers worked both her holes.
“Good girl. Now tell me honestly… does your husband Charan ever make you cum as hard as I do?”
Deepa shook her head at first, trying to stay silent. But Johnny increased the speed of his fingers, curling them relentlessly against her G-spot while thrusting his cock deeper.
She giggled and shivered violently again, her voice breaking into desperate moans.
“No… Charan never makes me cum like this… haaaaa… you make me cum so easily… so hard… my whole body shakes every single time… AHHHHHH!!! I never cum this intensely with him… only with you… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her pussy clenched violently around his cock and fingers. A powerful squirt suddenly splashed onto my face and into my open mouth as another orgasm crashed through her. Her asshole pulsed rhythmically around his finger while she rode out the pleasure, moaning loudly above me.
Johnny didn’t slow down. He kept bouncing her slowly on his thick cock, fingers buried deep in both holes, forcing more confessions.
“Tell me, Deepa… whose slut are you now? Your husband’s… or mine?”
Deepa was breaking completely. Tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure leaked from under her blindfold. Her voice came out in a high-pitched, broken confession.
“I’m… I’m your slut now, Johnny… haaaaa… not my husband’s anymore… I belong to your big cock… use your married slut however you want… AHHHHHH!!! Fuck me harder… please… I need it so badly… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her loud, shameless admission echoed through the room. Her body rocked violently as yet another orgasm hit her, her pussy and ass squeezing Johnny’s cock and fingers with rhythmic contractions. Waves of her hot juices kept dripping onto my face as I lay there, forced to witness and taste every second of my sister’s complete surrender.
Johnny laughed in pure victory, still fucking her with slow, deep strokes while looking down at me.
“Hear that, Rahul? Your own elder sister just admitted she’s my personal slut now… right above your face. How does it feel knowing your innocent Didi prefers my cock over her husband’s?”
Deepa was panting heavily, still impaled on his thick cock, her body trembling with aftershocks. The mangalsutra around her neck swayed with every breath — a painful reminder of her shattered marriage. She had no idea her brother was right there beneath her, drenched in her pleasure, hearing every filthy confession.
The comparison had completely destroyed whatever dignity she had left.
And Johnny was far from finished with his teasing.
He continued the slow, deep fucking, his fingers still buried in both her holes, forcing even more confessions from my sister while I lay helplessly underneath, tasting every drop of her betrayal and pleasure.
“Tell me more, Deepa… does your husband ever fuck you in the ass like I do?”
Deepa moaned loudly, her resistance almost gone now.
“No… never… Charan would never do that… your thick fingers… your cock… it feels so dirty… but I love it… haaaaaaaa!!! I want you to fuck my ass too… AHHHHHH!!!”
Her body convulsed again as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy squirted powerfully onto my face while her asshole clenched hard around Johnny’s finger.
I lay there, completely broken — my face covered in my sister’s cum, my cock throbbing painfully, listening to her confess how much she preferred being used by her blackmailer over her own husband.
The erotic humiliation had reached its absolute peak.








Johnny finally pulled his thick, glistening cock out of Deepa’s thoroughly fucked pussy with a wet, obscene pop. A thick stream of his cum mixed with her juices immediately leaked out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. Deepa collapsed forward onto the bed, panting heavily, her body still trembling from multiple orgasms, blindfolded and unaware of what was happening next.
Johnny looked straight at me. His eyes were dark with victory and wicked amusement. My own eyes widened in shock as I realized what he was about to do.
He crooked a finger at me.
“Come here, Rahul. Kneel down right here.”
My mind raced with a storm of emotions — pure shock, burning shame, and a dark, forbidden excitement I couldn’t suppress. What is his plan now? My heart hammered wildly in my chest.
I hesitated, but Johnny didn’t give me time. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me forward, forcing me to kneel right in front of him on the floor beside the bed. Deepa’s dripping pussy was still visible above us, leaking his cum, but Johnny’s main focus was on me.
He held his massive, still-hard 9.5-inch cock in one hand, thick and veined, completely coated in a shiny, creamy mixture of my sister’s pussy juices and his own semen. It glistened obscenely in the bright lights, still twitching from the intense fucking.
“Look at this, little brother,” Johnny said in a low, mocking voice. “Look at your conservative sister’s pussy juices dripping all over my big Lund. She creamed so much on me… now clean it properly. With your mouth.”
I froze, stunned. My mouth went dry. The words hit me like a slap.
“No… Johnny… please… not that…” I whispered, my voice shaking.
But there was no escape. Johnny’s grip on my collar tightened. He brought the thick, slippery head of his cock closer to my face. The strong, musky scent of my sister’s pussy mixed with his cum filled my nostrils.
“Open your mouth, sissy. Clean every inch of the cock that just ruined your sister.”
My hands trembled as I reached up unwillingly. The moment my fingers touched his thick, hot cock, I felt how rigid and burning it still was. It was slippery, coated heavily with Deepa’s creamy juices. The texture was velvety yet firm, veins pulsing under my touch.
I leaned forward, my heart pounding. My lips parted. The fat head of Johnny’s cock brushed against my tongue.
The taste exploded in my mouth — salty, creamy, intensely musky. It was unmistakably the flavor of my own sister’s pussy mixed with another man’s cum. Shame burned through every cell in my body, but my own cock throbbed painfully hard again.
I closed my lips around the thick head and sucked slowly, cleaning the mixture off him. Johnny groaned in pleasure.
“That’s it… good boy. Taste how sweet your Didi’s cunt is. Suck it deeper.”
I took more of his thick shaft into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the veined length, licking off every drop of my sister’s juices. The cock was so thick it stretched my lips wide. I could feel the weight of it on my tongue, still warm from being inside Deepa.
Johnny held the back of my head gently but firmly, guiding me.
“Clean it properly, Rahul. This is the cock that made your sister moan like a whore. This is the cock that stretched her better than her husband ever could. Lick every inch.”
I sucked harder, bobbing my head slowly, taking as much as I could. The slippery mixture coated my tongue completely. I could taste Deepa so clearly — her sweet, creamy arousal mixed with Johnny’s thick semen. The humiliation was crushing, yet I couldn’t stop. My own cock leaked steadily onto the floor as I cleaned him.
Deepa lay on the bed above us, still recovering, moaning softly, completely unaware that her brother was on his knees sucking the cock that had just fucked her senseless.
Johnny watched me with dark satisfaction, occasionally glancing at Deepa’s dripping pussy.
“Look at you… on your knees cleaning the same cock that just filled your sister. Does it taste good? Tell me.”
I pulled back slightly, gasping, strings of saliva and mixed juices connecting my lips to his cock.
“It… it tastes like Didi…” I whispered shamefully.
Johnny laughed softly and pushed his cock back into my mouth.
“Good. Keep sucking. Clean it until it’s spotless. Your sister made such a mess on me.”
I obeyed, sucking and licking with increasing desperation. My tongue ran along every vein, under the head, around the balls — cleaning every trace of my sister’s pleasure from the cock that had claimed her.
The taste, the thickness, the heat, the humiliation — it all blended into something darkly addictive. I hated myself for how hard I was, for how eagerly my mouth worked on him.
Johnny groaned in pleasure, holding my head as I sucked him clean.
“That’s my good little cuck brother. You’re learning your place perfectly.”





To be continued

[Hotgiri]

Pls add gif to this update sir

[Suresh@123]

After the long, intense session of humiliation and pleasure, Johnny finally pulled his thick cock out of Deepa’s thoroughly used pussy with a wet, obscene sound. A thick mixture of his cum and her juices leaked freely from her swollen, red folds, dripping down her thighs. Deepa lay there panting, her voluptuous body glistening with sweat and oil, still trembling from multiple powerful orgasms.
Johnny looked at me with a satisfied smirk.
“You can go first, little brother. Wait outside.”
I stumbled out of the room on shaky legs, my mind completely shattered, my face and mouth still coated with the taste of my sister’s pussy and ass. I waited in the living area, heart pounding, cock still half-hard from the overwhelming shame and arousal.
A few minutes later, Johnny removed Deepa’s blindfold and untied the handcuffs. The moment the blindfold came off, Deepa’s eyes fluttered open. There was a hazy, deep satisfaction in her gaze — the glazed look of a woman who had been fucked to complete exhaustion and pleasure. But right behind that satisfaction was intense shyness and burning shame. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she realized she was completely naked in front of three men, her body marked with hickeys, bite marks, and drying cum.
She couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. She quickly covered her heavy breasts with one arm and her dripping pussy with the other hand, curling into herself.
“I… I need to clean up…” she whispered, voice trembling.
She got up on shaky legs and rushed to the bathroom, trying to hide her body as much as possible. Her round ass jiggled with each hurried step, still red from being spanked and gripped. Johnny and his friends watched with lustful amusement as she disappeared inside.
Inside the bathroom, Deepa quickly freshened up. She washed her face, cleaned between her thighs, but the marks and the feeling of being used remained. She put on the tiny black panty and bra that were lying there — the same seductive lingerie she had been forced to wear earlier. The bra barely contained her full breasts, and the thong disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks, making her look even more erotic and vulnerable.
She came out, still avoiding eye contact with the three men, arms crossed over her chest.
“Anything… to wear?” she asked softly, voice filled with shame.
Johnny laughed lightly and pointed to a beautiful red saree folded on the chair.
“There. Tie it. Make yourself look like a proper housewife again.”
Deepa took the saree with trembling hands and went to the corner of the room, turning her back to them. She tied the saree with hurried, shaky movements. The fabric clung to her oiled curves, the pallu barely covering her deep cleavage. She tied it low on her hips, exposing a wide strip of her soft, marked tummy and deep navel. The golden border of the saree accentuated her wide hips and round ass. Even fully dressed, she looked ravishing — a freshly fucked, satisfied housewife trying to regain her modesty.
She still couldn’t show her face properly to the three men. Her head stayed lowered, cheeks burning with shame.
Johnny finally took her hand.
“Come. I’ll drop you home.”
He led her out to the car. Deepa sat in the back seat, trying to make herself as small as possible. The ride was silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing. Johnny occasionally glanced at her in the mirror with a possessive smile.
When they reached the street near home, Deepa got down first, walking quickly ahead so no one would see her with Johnny. She reached the house door, heart pounding.
Rahul was already inside, sitting on the sofa, pretending to look normal after everything he had witnessed and been forced to do.
Deepa entered the house, still in the red saree tied low, her body glowing with that post-sex radiance. The moment she saw her brother, intense shame flooded her. She felt like she had committed the biggest mistake of her life. Her eyes couldn’t meet his. She looked down at the floor, adjusting her pallu nervously over her deep cleavage.
“Hi Rahul… how much time have you come from college?” she asked softly, voice shaky, trying to act normal.
Rahul looked at her. Her saree was slightly disheveled, her hair messy, cheeks flushed, and there was a strange glow on her face. He knew exactly what had happened.
“Just now, Didi,” he replied, keeping his voice steady, though his mind was flooded with memories of her moans, her squirting, and the taste of her on his tongue.
Deepa nodded quickly, still avoiding his eyes.
“I… I’ll go freshen up,” she mumbled and hurried toward her room, her round ass swaying under the saree, the low-tied fabric showing a tantalizing strip of her soft waist and navel.
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, breathing heavily. The shame was overwhelming. She had been used by three men, had confessed filthy things, and now she had to face her own brother — the one she had always protected. Tears of guilt filled her eyes even as her body still tingled with the afterglow of the intense pleasure.
Rahul sat on the sofa, his own mind racing with conflicting emotions — shame, jealousy, and a dark arousal that refused to die down. He could still taste his sister on his tongue. He could still hear her loud moans admitting how much better Johnny fucked her than her husband.
The house felt heavy with unspoken secrets.
Deepa came out after some time, wearing a simple nighty, but the glow on her face and the slight limp in her walk betrayed everything. She tried to act normal, but every time she looked toward Rahul, fresh shame burned in her chest.
The tension between brother and sister was thick, electric, and dangerously erotic.

[Boob's❤️love]

Thanks for update

[Ajay Kailash]

Why didnt the other two fuck her. Johnny will sell her sex videos to Big money and give a share to this bitch. Fantastic

[Tamilmathi]

Thanks for updates,