[Hotgiri]

Very hot update, pls add gif to story

[Raju@Vijay]

Nice wave of narrating gunda encounter her...slow and steady hot update

feels naturally is he lied to her...about vasetomy...

keep writing in regular gap and waiting for further

[Kore shivkant]

This is soo hot.....now gunda takes priyanka whenever he wants....I think he didn't plan on single round in one night...... waiting for the return of Priyanka's mother and that rich pussy and ass gets fucked by beggars continuosly

[Kore shivkant]

Give the next update soon..... Try to write in regular intervals please

[Sam@hello7]

Please give regular updates

[dubukh]

Oh, what an update bro? Totally worth the wait. Gunda Priyanka encounter is super hot. Eagerly waiting for the second coating of her cunt by Gunda cum. What a great lie is "the vasectomy" haha. Please continue bro

[anu p]

Thanks to all

[anu p]

Very hot update, pls add gif to story

Thanks. I don't know how to generate gif

[anu p]

Nice wave of narrating gunda encounter her...slow and steady hot update

feels naturally is he lied to her...about vasetomy...

keep writing in regular gap and waiting for further

will try....

[anu p]

This is soo hot.....now gunda takes priyanka whenever he wants....I think he didn't plan on single round in one night...... waiting for the return of Priyanka's mother and that rich pussy and ass gets fucked by beggars continuosly

Why do they need   mother when her young daughter can satisfy their lust so easily?

[anu p]

Oh, what an update bro? Totally worth the wait.  Gunda Priyanka encounter is super hot. Eagerly waiting for the second coating of her cunt by Gunda cum. What a great lie is "the vasectomy" haha. Please continue bro

Ha  ha ha    

[Kore shivkant]

Why do they need   mother when her young daughter can satisfy their lust so easily?

It will be the bonus to both beggars......when can we expect the next update????

[Hyderabadiboy5]

Please give us an update anu p

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for the next update

[anu p]

39....

Gunda’s monstrous black cock finally slipped out of Priyanka’s ruined pussy with a wet, obscene pop. A thick, creamy river of his cum and her own juices immediately poured out of her gaping hole, dripping in heavy white strands between her trembling thighs, coating her swollen pussy lips and soaking the ruined bedsheet beneath her.
Priyanka was completely broken. Her eyes fluttered shut, body still twitching with aftershocks, her breathing slow and shallow. Exhaustion claimed her instantly. She collapsed into a deep, dreamless sleep, naked and leaking, completely spent.
Gunda rose slowly, sweat pouring down his fat, glistening body. His cock—still thick, veined, and glistening with a mix of her pussy juice and his cum—flopped heavily against his thigh. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled bidi packet, lit one with a cheap lighter, and stepped onto the balcony.
The fresh morning air hit him as he stood there, leaning on the railing, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. A huge, satisfied grin spread across his sweaty, bearded face.
“Ohhh… fuck yes…” he rumbled to himself, smoke curling from his lips. “I just destroyed that innocent little virgin completely. Filled her tight, rich little pussy with every drop of my cum. Her tits, her ass, her mouth—everything is mine now. Ramu can keep thinking he’s balls-deep in Suma’s cunt… but this house, this girl, all the comfort—he’ll get it when I take it from him.”
He laughed darkly, the sound low and rumbling, and spat a thick stream of smoke into the sky.
Inside his mind, the memories played like a filthy movie on repeat:
Priyanka in her sleep mask, rasagulla juice dripping down her chin while she sucked it like candy… pinching her own hard nipples… moaning when he first pushed his fat cock into her… the way her eyes rolled back as she came on his cock… the way her pussy milked him dry until it bulged, until his cum overflowed and ran down her thighs…
He finished the bidi, flicked the butt out, and stepped back inside.
Gunda crawled onto the bed beside her, naked and still half-hard, and pulled her into his arms. She was still fast asleep, body limp and sticky, his cum slowly leaking from her wrecked cunt onto his thigh.
He reached over, switched off the small video camera, and deleted the entire recording. The night was now his secret forever.
He turned off the light, pulled the sheet over their sweaty bodies, and slept deeply—his thick arm dbangd possessively over Priyanka’s waist, one of his massive hands still gripping her soft hip.
The next morning, around 11 AM, golden sunlight poured through the window and painted the bed in warm light. Priyanka slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the brightness. The first thing she heard was Gunda’s heavy, wet snoring—“Ghrr… ghrr… ghrrrr…”—coming from the side of the bed.
She lay there for a moment, chest rising and falling, still naked, still sore, still sticky with dried cum. Her thighs felt weak and bruised, her pussy aching and puffy, leaking slowly. Shame and confusion hit her like a wave. She remembered every filthy thing she had done… and every moan she had made.
She turned her head slowly.
Gunda lay beside her, his fat, hairy body sprawled out, one thick, sweaty arm still wrapped tightly around her waist. The sheet had slipped down to his hips, leaving his massive chest and belly completely exposed. His semi-hard cock rested on his thigh, glistening with dried traces of her juices.
Priyanka stared at him, heart pounding. Her hand trembled as she gently pulled his arm off her waist and sat up, the sheet wrapping around her naked body like a towel. She looked at him intently—watching the rise and fall of his fat chest, the way his beard was damp with sweat, the thick veins on his arms. The weight of last night crashed over her again.
She swallowed hard, tears pricking her eyes, but she didn’t move away. She just sat there, staring… completely trapped.
Priyanka felt a strange, warm flutter in her chest as her eyes drifted over Gunda’s face—the 75-year-old, dark, bearded, deeply wrinkled features. She should have felt disgust. Instead, the memory of last night burned stronger than ever: the way his thick black cock had stretched her open, the way he had slammed into her cervix, the way he had roared and flooded her womb until it bulged and overflowed. Her vagina still throbbed with a dull, delicious ache. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, nipples faintly bruised from his teeth. How had she endured his fat, sweaty body crushing her for hours? How had she come so hard?
“So big… so old… yet his cock went so deep,” she thought, a shameful heat pooling low in her belly. “Ramu is also old, but Gunda… Gunda fucked like a man half his age. He raised me to climax again and again… poured so much of his cum inside me.”
Her gaze slid down to his chest. Thick white hair curled over the heavy, sweat-slick swells of his pecs. The smell of raw male sweat still clung to him. Priyanka turned her flushed face away, but her pussy clenched involuntarily, another fresh trickle of mixed juices slipping out between her thighs.
She slowly sat up. The sheet slid down, exposing the mess between her legs. When she pressed her thighs together, she felt the sticky, warm residue of Gunda’s cum oozing out—thick ropes of it still leaking slowly, coating her swollen pussy lips and dripping down her inner thighs. She touched it with trembling fingers. Her cheeks burned scarlet.
“So much semen… he poured it so deep… it’s still leaking out of me…”
Her breasts were swollen and tender, nipples bright red and slightly puffy from his hard sucking. She reached up instinctively, brushing them, and a soft, electric shiver ran straight down to her core. A tiny, humiliating moan escaped her lips.
There was a dull ache in her hips too—muscles pulled and bruised from the way his heavy body had pinned her down all night.
Priyanka stood on shaky legs. She peeled the sheet away slowly and walked to the full-length mirror, completely naked. The sight made her gasp.
Red, pink bite marks covered both breasts—small, clear teeth imprints right around her nipples. She stared at them, cheeks flaming, and her fingers drifted down to touch the swollen flesh. They felt heavy, sensitive, almost aching. A fresh rush of wetness soaked her thighs.
“Ramu never marked me like that…” she whispered, voice thick with shame and unwanted heat. “He was gentle… loving… but Gunda… even at seventy-five, his cock is thicker, longer, stronger. It filled me so deep last night. I came so many times… how many? I lost count. Ramu never fucked me this hard. Never made me squirt like that.”
She closed her eyes, biting her lip as another slow drip of Gunda’s cum slid down her leg. The shame was crushing… and the pleasure was intoxicating.
Her saree, blouse, bra, panties, and petticoat lay scattered across the floor like forgotten evidence. Priyanka’s face burned hotter. She remembered every filthy second—how Gunda had ripped them off her, how he had sucked and bitten and pounded her.
She opened the cupboard, pulled out a light pink nightie and matching panties, then quickly wrapped the bedsheet around herself again.
“Never again…” she told herself, voice shaking.
But even as the thought formed, her pussy throbbed once more, and her nipples tightened against the sheet. She stole one last glance at the sleeping monster, then hurried to the bathroom, heart racing, body still leaking his cum.
Priyanka came back from the bathroom, her wet hair dripping down her shoulders and back. Beads of water slid slowly over her soft skin, making the fresh white cotton saree she had just changed into cling slightly to her body. The light pink sleeveless blouse hugged her breasts tightly, the pallu slipping just enough to show the deep valley of her cleavage. She was still drying her hair with a small towel when she stepped into the bedroom and closed the door.
Gunda was still lying on the bed, half-asleep, eyes half-open, watching her with a dark, hungry gleam. The second Priyanka saw him, her cheeks flushed scarlet. Every filthy memory of the night flooded back—his thick cock stretching her, pounding her, flooding her womb until it overflowed. Her pussy still ached sweetly, her breasts felt tender and sensitive.
She turned away shyly, drying her hair a little more, then quickly slipped into her new clothes: the soft white cotton saree wrapped snugly around her narrow waist, the matching light pink sleeveless blouse, and the petticoat beneath. The saree hugged her small, round buttocks perfectly, the pallu falling just low enough to tease her cleavage. She felt Gunda’s gaze burning into her back the entire time.
“I’ll make tea and bring it to you,” she said softly, voice still trembling.
Priyanka stepped out into the kitchen, heart beating fast. The cool morning air brushed her wet hair as she moved. She turned on the gas, poured water into the pot, and measured the tea powder and sugar, completely unaware of the shadow behind her.
Gunda’s mind was still soaked in last night’s memories. The way her pussy had gripped him so tight… the way she had squirted around his cock… the way she had begged through her tears. His blood was boiling. Wearing only a thin lungi that barely covered his thick thighs, he rose slowly, his massive belly swaying, and walked toward the kitchen like a predator.
Natural sunlight poured through the kitchen window, highlighting every curve. Priyanka stood at the stove, saree tightly wrapped, wet hair sliding down her back, the pallu slipping a little more with every small movement, exposing the soft upper swell of her breasts. The way her hips swayed… the way her nipples pressed against the thin blouse… it was pure torture.
Gunda’s lungi suddenly strained obscenely. The thick, fat head of his cock swelled and pushed outward, forming a massive, throbbing lump that bounced heavily between his legs with every step. His heart pounded. He approached silently from behind, his big, sweaty body pressing close.
His thick, rough hands slid around her waist from behind, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the saree. He pulled her back against his chest, crushing her small buttocks against the massive, rock-hard bulge in his lungi. The hot, veined shape of his cock pressed hard and unmistakably between her ass cheeks, rubbing slowly, deliberately, sending electric sparks straight through her.
“Priya…” he whispered, hot breath tickling her wet neck.
His hands moved higher, slipping under the pallu and grabbing both her breasts from above the blouse. His thick fingers squeezed the soft, heavy flesh, kneading and lifting them, thumbs circling the hard nipples that instantly poked against the fabric. He squeezed harder, pinching just enough to make them swell and strain through the thin material.
Priyanka’s breath hitched. A soft, broken moan escaped her lips—“Um…”—and her hips pushed back involuntarily, pressing her ass harder against the enormous, throbbing lump of his cock. Her body trembled. The mixture of shame and unwanted heat flooded her veins. The night’s memories burned hotter than before.
Gunda’s hands tightened further, squeezing her breasts fully, thumbs dragging over the swollen nipples until they were painfully hard and visible through the blouse. He rubbed his massive cock between her buttocks faster now, the wet pre-cum soaking through the fabric of her saree.
Priyanka moaned again, voice trembling with shyness and rising desire—“Um… Gundan…”—her hips rolling back to meet the thick, insistent pressure of his cock.
Gunda kept squeezing Priyanka’s breasts with the same slow, deep rhythm—first one heavy mound, rolling the soft flesh between his thick fingers, then the other, lifting and kneading them until the nipples strained painfully hard against the thin blouse. His big, sweaty chest pressed flat against her back, his massive fat belly swallowing her waist. At the same time he thrust his hips forward, driving the enormous, throbbing lump of his cock deep between her soft buttocks, rubbing it up and down in long, filthy strokes.
“Um… Gunda… what is this… are you doing this in the morning…?” Priyanka moaned, voice trembling with embarrassment and helpless heat. Her hands stayed on the gas cooker, but her body arched back against his chest, pressing her ass harder against the massive bulge. The hot, veined shape of his cock separated her buttocks through the layers of saree and lungi, sliding wetly, sending sparks straight to her core.
She suddenly grabbed his wrists and pushed weakly. “Gunda… stop. That’s enough.”
Her voice was clear, but soft, shaky, and edged with fatigue—half protest, half plea. Gunda’s hands slid away slowly. He paused, catching his breath, his massive cock still rock-hard and twitching obscenely in his lungi. Then he stepped back, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
Priyanka quickly turned down the gas, poured the tea, and set two glasses on the small kitchen table.
“Sit down… let’s have tea,” she said, cheeks still flushed.
They sat opposite each other. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft clink of glasses and the morning light filtering through the kitchen window. The heavy lust had cooled for now, but the air between them felt heavy, electric, full of unsaid things.
Gunda spoke first, voice low and calm. “Are you angry?”
Priyanka set her glass down and looked at him, eyes troubled. “Not angry… I’m confused. What happened last night… I still can’t understand it. You’re Ramu’s friend. I’m his wife. But…”
She turned her face away, voice dropping. “Last night… the video you showed… everything about Ramu and Suma is still burned in my mind. But when you touch me now… my body… it’s reacting. Is that wrong?”
Gunda leaned forward slightly, drinking his tea slowly. “I stopped the moment you asked. We’re just sitting here talking. Do whatever your mind tells you. I’m right here.”
They drank in silence again, the quiet broken only by the faint sounds of the kitchen. The tension was unbearable, but neither moved to break it.
Gunda stayed that day. He made no further moves. He knew—tonight, when the lights were off and the pill’s fire still burned in her blood, he would take his time. He would savor every inch.
After dinner, Priyanka slipped into her bedroom alone. She lay down on the bed, eyes closing, body still aching sweetly from last night. The light clicked off. Darkness swallowed her.
Gunda waited in the shadows of the hallway, then slipped inside silently. He sat on the edge of the bed, his large, rough hand gently holding her thin, soft one. He ran his thick fingers slowly over her skin—wrist, forearm, the curve of her arm—taking his time, savoring.
“Priyanka… you use this every day?” he whispered, voice thick with lust. “Your skin is so soft… so smooth…”
He leaned down, pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, then cupped her face in both his big, dirty hands and claimed her mouth.
His lips were rough, hot, tasting of bidi and gutka—strong, bitter, overpowering. Priyanka hated the smell. She turned her head away instinctively, trying to pull back, but Gunda’s grip was iron. His tongue pushed past her lips anyway, tasting, claiming, forcing her to kiss him back against her will. The wet, obscene sounds of his heavy breathing and the soft suck of his lips filled the dark room.
Priyanka’s body trembled. Shame burned in her cheeks, but the effects of the pill—still simmering in her blood—made her nipples tighten and her pussy flutter. She hated how her hips twitched toward him… how her breathing grew uneven… how her hands, traitorous, finally rested weakly on his thick thighs instead of pushing him away.
Gunda broke the kiss just enough to growl against her mouth, “Tonight you are mine, Priya… every inch… and I’m going to take you to heaven… slowly… so slowly… you’ll never forget this night.”
He kissed her again, deeper, hungrier, his thick body pressing down over her, pinning her in the darkness, while she—shameful, conflicted, and helplessly wet—moaned softly into his mouth and let him devour her completely.
Gunda thrust his tongue deep into Priyanka’s mouth, hot and thick, savoring every sweet, honey-like taste of her. He sucked her lower lip hard, then circled it slowly with his tongue, drinking her juices while his own thick saliva poured into her mouth. Priyanka allowed it—shameful, conflicted, yet helplessly caught in the pill’s fire. Her throat filled with hot saliva; she couldn’t swallow, so it dripped in thick strands from the corner of her lips, sliding down her chin and onto her nightie.
One of his massive hands slid slowly down her back, pushing aside the open blouse to stroke the smooth, silky skin of her spine. He enjoyed it with slow, deliberate strokes—every inch of her back, the curve where her waist met her hips, the delicate knobs of her spine. The other hand reached lower, cupping her plump buttocks from above the saree, squeezing the soft, round flesh, feeling the perfect shape, digging in just enough to leave faint finger marks.
For the next twenty-five minutes, Gunda devoured her mouth completely—kissing, sucking, licking, his beard scbanging her cheeks, his bidi-and-gutka breath mixing with hers. Priyanka’s lips grew red and swollen. Slowly, shamefully, her own tongue started to move, timidly at first, then with more hunger, meeting his, swirling, tasting. She was getting used to the bitter smell. She was enjoying it. Her hips rocked gently against his thick thigh, and her hands, still resting on his broad shoulders, began to pull him closer instead of pushing away.
Only when her breathing grew ragged and her nipples were painfully hard did Gunda finally pull back, lips glistening, eyes burning with dark lust.
“Stand up,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
Priyanka obeyed. She stood in front of him, nightie clinging to her sweat-damp body, lips swollen and shiny. Gunda’s thick hands began to touch her everywhere—slow, possessive, reverent.
His gaze raked over her: the soft swell of her breasts, the narrow waist, the round buttocks, the smooth thighs. His fingers trailed from her shoulders down her arms, then around her waist, squeezing the soft give of her belly, then lower, gripping her plump buttocks again, spreading them slightly through the thin fabric of the saree. He stroked every inch—hips, thighs, the curve of her ass, the small of her back—savoring the young, tight skin he had first claimed the night before.
“Oh my God…” he breathed, voice trembling with pure lust, eyes never leaving her body. “You are so beautiful, Priya… so soft… so fucking sexy… Ramu and I are the luckiest men alive. Look at you… all this perfection, and you’re mine tonight.”

[anu p]

Readers, feel free to write your opinions. The next part will be based on your opinions. 

[Lovekink]

Awaiting a threesome of Priyanka with Ramu and Gunda

[dubukh]

Excellent update bro. Gunda is clever in not forcing her and so she is confused. Deletion of their fucking video was unexpected. This night, Gunda has gained more confidence and Priyanka is more willing as well. This time, Gunda should make Priyanka to fuck him say in woman on top or cowgirl position

Later on(not tonight) let Ramu come and see their live fuck and join them in 3some, so that she may not live with guilty

Story going great, please continue bro

[Kore shivkant]

This update is great..... waiting for the night of Gunda and Priyanka......

[opendoor]

Beggar - Priyanka