Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 198 - Raju's Unfulfilled Wish

 

Pihu’s POV- Listening to Raju's story, I remembered my own story. I remembered how one night, just like Raju, I had heard the sounds of them (sister-in-law and brother-in-law) and went to their room and watched them having sex. And that's where jamaibabu (brother-in-law) saw me watching them having sex for the first time. And then he fucked me too, as I've already described. I assumed jamaibabu had become cautious after my incident. He would lock his bedroom door from the inside, so Raju couldn't see inside. But did Raju really go back downstairs the next night to watch his mom and dad have sex? This question kept lingering in my mind. I asked Raju, "So did you go downstairs the next night?" Raju said, "Before I answer that question, I want to say something else." I said, "What?" Raju said, "Ever since I first heard my mom and dad having sex and returned to my room, I've been feeling a pang of regret. I knew I'd made a mistake. It was their private moment, and as a son, it was my fault for overhearing it. But that moment was so intense for me that I masturbated that night. But for the first time, I masturbated while imagining my own mother, not anyone else's." Raju's words shook me to the core. I honestly never imagined a boy like Raju would do such a thing. I couldn't believe what he was saying. For a moment, I felt like he was playing a dirty joke on me. This couldn't be possible. How could a quiet, introverted, shy, and sensitive boy like Raju masturbate while imagining his own mother? I looked at Raju like a complete fool, but I couldn't say a word. Seeing my expression, Raju automatically knew what I was thinking. Raju said to himself, "I know, Mami (aunty), what you're thinking right now. How could I do this, or did I really do something like that? But I can't lie to you, and I don't want to say, yes, I really did. Before that night, you were the only one in my life whom I saw naked and fucked. But I swear to you, I had never even imagined anyone else except you. Let alone my mother. I couldn't even imagine my own mother like that. But my mother's words, her moans, were still echoing in my ears. I had only heard her and Dad's voices while standing outside their room, but I hadn't seen them. But as I sat in my room, masturbating, the scene inside the room started to appear clearly in my mind. I was masturbating, imagining my own mother naked, lying under Dad, getting fucked by him. And when I did that, I wasn't even aware that it was my own parents. They were strangers to me, whom I'd overheard having sex. And for the first time in my life, I masturbated and ejaculated while imagining my own mother. Before that, I'd masturbated and ejaculated while imagining you. But I'd never felt remorse. But that night, I did. After I ejaculated, I was furious with myself, thinking how low I'd fallen. I hadn't even spared my own mother? The one who carried me in her womb for nine months, gave birth to me, showed me to this world, and raised me. I masturbated today while imagining her! I was the most vile and low-minded son in the world, who had started looking at his own mother with evil eyes. This thought seared into my heart and mind. I swore I would never repeat this mistake again. Never in my life. She was my mother; I couldn't degrade her like that." Having said this, Raju fell silent. I asked, "Then?" Raju said, "Then the next night came. I had already decided that I would never go downstairs again at night. Or keep an eye on them. But my resolve began to weaken automatically. I started thinking that my mother is also a human being, she too can have hidden desires. She is having sex with her husband, that is, my father, so what is wrong in that? And as for me eavesdropping, I am not doing anything wrong. I am not stopping them, or watching them do all this right in front of my eyes. I am just eavesdropping. What is the harm in that? With this thought in mind, I went downstairs the next night too." I asked, "What happened next?" Raju said, "Nothing. Nothing happened that night. I didn't hear a sound. Like the previous night, the door to their room was locked from the inside. But that day, I didn't hear anything from outside. I don't know if they hadn't fucked that night, or if they had already fucked before I came. I stood with my ear to their door for a long time, but I couldn't hear anything. I felt dejected. I returned to my room. After returning, I wondered if they had found out that I was standing outside the door listening to them fucking last night? Was that why they hadn't sex tonight? I fell asleep thinking about all this. The next morning, I started a task."

Raju fell silent again. I asked, "What did you do?" Raju said, "From the next morning, I started keeping an eye on my mom and dad. To see if they really knew I was listening to them that night. And if they really did find out, would they treat me differently? But I didn't see anything like that. Dad had breakfast and left for work as usual. Mom also got busy with her usual household chores. Everything seemed normal, just like any other day. I didn't notice any difference in their behavior towards me. And I was left wondering again. So, didn't these two find out that I was listening to them that night? So, if they didn't find out, why didn't they have sex last night? I decided in my mind that I would secretly keep an eye on them tonight too. And if I don't hear anything tonight, I'll never keep an eye on my parents like that again." The more I listened to Raju's words, the more shocked I became. I never imagined a young boy would think this way about his own mother and father. I asked Raju, "Then what did you do that night?" Raju said, "I was already ready that night. The three of us ate dinner and I went to my room. I knew that every night, Dad watches the news on TV until 11 p.m. Mom finishes the kitchen chores. Then they both go to sleep together. I sat in my room, listening to the sound of the TV coming from downstairs. The sound continued until 11 p.m., and then it stopped. I understood that Mom and Dad must have gone to sleep. I calculated that I had gone downstairs around 12 o'clock the night before and heard them. That meant Mom and Dad wouldn't start anything right away, because they'd probably wait for me to fall asleep. It was only 11 o'clock, and I didn't think anything would happen before half an hour. So I spent half an hour in my room. After 11:30 PM, I left my room and tiptoed downstairs. It was pitch dark. I stood outside my parents' room, just as tiptoeing. I assumed the door would still be locked. And it was. I stood there, my ear to the door. For the first few minutes, everything was quiet. I didn't hear anything. At first, I thought nothing was going to happen again, and I should leave. But now I don't know whether I should consider it my luck or bad luck, but just as I was about to leave, I miraculously heard something." With that, Raju fell silent again. I was annoyed by his repeated silences. I said, "Why do you keep falling silent while you're talking? Don't be so hesitant. Tell me clearly." Raju said, "I'll tell you, but my throat is dry. Please bring me some water, Mami." I got up from the bed and said, "Okay. I'll get you some water. Wait." I went to the kitchen and brought Raju a glass of water. He drank it all in one gulp. I asked, "Did you drink water? Do you want more?" Raju shook his head and said, "No. This is enough." I took the glass from his hand, put it in the kitchen, and then lay down next to him on the bed and said, "Don't stop even once. Tell me everything. Without any suspense.” Raju laughed a little after hearing me say this. He said, "I'm not doing any suspense in this, Mami. I'm just telling you everything exactly as it happened." I said, "Okay. Now tell me what you heard." Raju started telling me his story again, “Yes. Just as I was about to go back to my room, I heard something. I heard Dad's voice. He was calling my mom over, ‘Honey, it's already 11:30. Raju must be asleep by now. Come now.’ Then I heard my mom's voice, ‘I'm coming. Why are you acting like such a little kid? And yes, one thing, you won't do it so hard today, understand?’ Dad said, ‘But darling, I don't enjoy it if you do it slowly.’ Mom said, ‘Have you seen how big yours is? Even at this age, it's the size of my arm. It's a pain in the ass to take it in.’ Mom and Dad were talking very carefully and softly that night. But because of the silence of the night, I could hear their voices, and that too clearly."


“As soon as Mom finished speaking, Dad said, ‘Why do you always talk about age? How old are we? I'm 53, and you're merely 45. So, no one becomes old at 53 or 45. Understand? You're still the same young bud to me as you were after we got married.’ I realized Dad was flirting with Mom and turning her on. Then I heard my mom's voice. And after listening to her, I realized Dad's flirting was working smoothly. Because I heard Mom say, ‘Damn it! You keep saying things! I'm really old. Look, my hair is turning a little gray. My skin is starting to wrinkle. I have gained weights than before. And most importantly, our son, Raju, is turning 22 now. He's even finished college. So, won't we grow old?’ Dad He replied, ‘If you imagine yourself growing old, you really will, and that too quickly. But I never think like that. Whether I'm 50 or 70, I'll always be a young lad of 20-22, just like my son. And it doesn't matter to me whether my hair is turning gray or not.’ Mom said laughingly, ‘Is that so? Then why do you dye your hair every month?’ Dad laughed and said jokingly, ‘It's to impress new girls.’ Hearing Dad's words, Mom said, ‘Okay! Even though I'm around, you want to impress other girls? You're in trouble today. I'll teach you a lesson today only to have you taste it.’ Dad said, ‘I always want to taste you. But you're the one who doesn't listen to me. Will you let me to taste you tonight, or should I taste it myself?’ Mom said, ‘Yuck, what are you saying? Don't touch me there at all.’ Dad said, ‘Nothing will happen. Watch how I lick it and give you pleasure. Don't talk anymore, lie down and let me do my work. It's already late. There's still a lot of work to be done.’ Until now, I'd thought that sex was all about inserting your cock into your partner's pussy and pounding her. But that night, for the first time, I realized that sex wasn't all about fucking. Dad easily aroused Mom with his words and convinced her to do it. After that, I couldn't hear their conversation. Instead, I could hear Mom's muffled, choked sounds of "uhh...ahhh...ohh..." I realized that Dad was probably licking Mom's pussy. Mom was covering her mouth with her hand to prevent any sound from coming out. I couldn't see anything inside. So I closed my eyes and started imagining. I imagined my mom lying completely still on the bed. She was lying naked, without a single piece of clothing on her body. Her large boobs were slowly shaking, her nipples were erect. Both her legs were raised and spread apart. The mouth of her pussy was open. I didn't know if Mom had hair on her pussy. But I had seen yours. There wasn't a single hair on it, so I imagined Mom had no hair on her pussy either. Her pussy was completely clean, hairless as yours. And the light in the room shone on her hairless pussy. I imagined Dad was with her. He too had no clothing on his body. He was completely naked, just like Mom. And he was leaning over my Mom, licking and sucking it. I imagined him first spreading Mom's pussy with his fingers, and then taking each of her folds into his mouth and sucking. After sucking each of her folds one by one, Dad slid his tongue into Mom's pussy. He inserted it inside her pussy and started licking it from inside. By this time, Mom's clit had become erect. Dad pulled it out and started rubbing it with his finger. I heard Mom's muffled moan, ‘Umm... oh my god... lick it more... lick it more...’ Dad rubbed Mom's clit with his thumb and continued licking her pussy. Mom's condition worsened. She began writhing on the bed. She was now on the verge of orgasm. Rubbing Dad's cock against her pussy with both her hands, she came. I heard Mom's moan again from outside. This time even louder than before, because now she too was no longer trying to hide her moans. ‘Oops... I'm cumming... I'm cumming...’ Everything went quiet again. I understood that Mom had orgasmed. Dad had made her cum by licking her pussy. I imagined Mom had cum right on Dad's mouth. A strong stream of juice oozed from her pussy, wetting Dad's face. But Dad didn't remove his mouth from her pussy. Mom was orgasming wildly, and Dad kept drinking the juices flowing from her pussy. After orgasming for a long time, Mom calmed down. She lay down, panting heavily and breathing heavily. Her boobs were shaking with her breathing.”


"I heard Dad's voice, 'Honey, you've had a very strong orgasm today. What happened?' Mom replied, panting, 'You licked my pussy so well today that I couldn't control myself. And I came.' Mom said 'pussy' for the first time. This meant that Mom was completely aroused. Then Mom said, 'You licked my pussy so well today that I'll reward you.' Dad asked, 'What kind of reward?' Mom said, 'Come to me. You ask me to suck your cock every day, but I refuse. Today I'll suck your cock.' Hearing this, Dad was probably delighted. He said, 'Wow, my love! You've really made me happy. Take it in your hand and put it in your mouth.' Mom said, 'Remember, every time you fuck my mouth hard. Your cock is quite large. It hurts my mouth.' Dad said, 'I'm not doing anything today. You will. Do as you wish.' Everything went quiet again. I realized that Mom must be sucking Dad's cock. I closed my eyes again and started imagining it. I imagined Dad lying on his back on the bed, and Mom kneeling between his legs, her naked ass swaying. She held Dad's cock in her hands. Dad's cock was quite large and thick. Mom grabbed the skin of his cock and pulled it downward, exposing the head of his large cock. Mom opened her mouth and took the head of Dad's cock into her mouth and began sucking it. First, she ran her tongue around the head of Dad's cock and licked it. Then, moving her tongue around his cock, she began licking it. Dad's cock was covered with Mom's saliva. Now Mom took Dad's cock completely into her mouth and started sucking it. She held Dad's cock in her hands. She was sucking hard and masturbating him. This made Dad's condition worse. He held Mom's head back by her hair and started pushing his cock into her mouth. This continued for a while. Then he said, ‘Oops... don't suck anymore... or I'll cum in your mouth...’ Hearing this, Mom removed Dad's cock from her mouth. By then, Dad's cock was completely covered with Mom's saliva. I imagined Dad laying Mom down and placing a pillow under her waist. This lifted Mom's pussy upwards. Dad quickly placed his cock on Mom's pussy and with one push, he shoved his entire cock inside her pussy. Mom's entire body shook violently due to this thrust, and her boobs even shook. Dad held her boobs in his hands and began fucking her. At first, he was fucking slowly, but his pace increased. Now he was fucking Mom with great force. His cock was rapidly entering Mom's pussy and then coming out, which Dad was thrusting back into Mom's pussy with a single thrust. Mom, too, was holding Dad's neck with her hands, getting fucked by Dad. She was raising her waist upwards so that Dad's entire cock could enter her pussy. Dad was also pushing his cock all the way into Mom's pussy. His balls were hitting Mom's buttocks, and his stomach was rubbing against Mom's stomach. The whole room started reverberating with the sound of "thap...thap...thap..." which I could hear clearly even from outside. Mom was also moaning. Now she didn't care whether her moans were audible outside or not. She was forgetting the world and getting fucked by Dad and enjoying the fuck. I imagined that Dad had placed both of Mom's legs on his shoulders. This lifted Mom's pussy even higher, making it easier for Dad to fuck her. He held Mom's legs and began to thrust his cock into her pussy. Slowly, both of them began to climax. And as they both neared orgasm, Dad's pace increased. He began to thrust his cock into Mom's pussy with full force. Mom said, ‘I'm about to cum again...’ While fucking Mom vigorously, Dad said, ‘Wait a minute, dear. I'm about to cum too. We'll both cum together.’ Saying this, he began to fuck Mom even harder. After 10 to 12 thrusts, Dad finally thrust his cock into Mom's pussy and calmed down. Mom, holding Dad's neck with her hand, began to tremble. I imagined that they had both climaxed, and that too simultaneously. Then, for a long time, no sound came from inside. I thought they were both asleep. But then I heard Mom's voice, ‘Let go of me now. Let me go to the bathroom. I'll clean my pussy and come back. How much cum have you released in my pussy?’ She had said the same thing the night before. But today, Mom's voice wasn't as complaining as it had been the night before. Instead, it was filled with immense love."


"I heard Dad's voice, 'Just leave it like that. It feels good. My cum in your pussy!' Mom said shyly, 'Damn! What if I get pregnant?' Dad said, 'So what? You'll be a mother again. And I'm a father. And Raju, an older brother. I think we should take another issue.' Mom said, 'What are you talking about? We have a 20-22 year old son at home, and you want to be a father again?' Dad said, 'Yes. I want to make you a mother again. Come to me. I'll do it right now.' They both started making love again. I quietly left and went to my room. I masturbated again today, imagining my mother. But today, I didn't have any regrets. I was happy. And I went to sleep with that happiness." After talking for so long, Raju finally fell silent. I said, "Then? What happened next?" Raju said, "Then, every night I would stand outside my parents' room and listen to them having sex, and I would imagine them in my mind. It became a habit. The nights I would hear them having sex would fill me with joy. But the nights they didn't, I would feel dejected. I noticed they had sex at least three times a week. I longed to see my parents having sex with my own eyes, at least once. But until now, I never got the chance. They never forgot to lock their door. I could only listen and imagine. I was left with an unfulfilled desire to see my own parents having sex. That wasn't possible. But it created another problem, one I still haven't been able to overcome." (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Tuesday (06.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[rajeev13]

Oh my God!!! Agar woh sach me aisa kiya hai, toh bahut galat kaam kiya hai. Use aisa nahin karna chahiye tha. Koi ladki nahin mili to akhir me apni maa ke sath...

Meri bhavishyawani lagta hai sach ho rahi hai 

[Neelkantha]

Meri bhavishyawani lagta hai sach ho rahi hai 

Oops, is ladke (Raju) ne to sahi me bhasad macha di, yaar.

[ananth1986]

Naughty Raju ,hearing dad mom sex speech.
He is not bothering what Pihu think of his family.
Adding more spice making hot to wait.
Thank you

[Neelkantha]

Naughty Raju ,hearing dad mom sex speech.
He is not bothering what Pihu think of his family.
Adding more spice  making hot to wait.
Thank you

Yes, he is more open and closer to Pihu than his own mother.

[Neelkantha]

Part 199 – Raju's Words Surprise Pihu

 

Pihu’s POV- Everything Raju said had surprised me. But the last thing he said surprised me the most. What problem was he talking about? I looked at Raju and asked, "What problem are you talking about?" Hearing my question, Raju said, "I'll tell you. Let me finish my story first. You'll know for yourself what problem I'm talking about here." With that, he resumed his story, “After that incident, I was at home for about a month or two. During this time, I would regularly go outside my mom and dad's room after them, put my ear to their closed door, stand silently, without saying a word, listening to them talk and even listening to them have sex. At first, I didn't like it, but it eventually became a habit. At one point, I started enjoying listening to my mom's voice while they had sex. I would sit around all day, waiting for night to fall, wondering when it would be so I could hear my own parents having sex. On nights I got the chance to hear them secretly having sex, I would happily go back to my room, imagine my mom, and masturbate to sleep. But on nights when I couldn't hear them having sex, I would still masturbate to my mom's imagination. So, whether they had sex or not, my mom's imagination was the only thing that would be the constant to masturbate myself. I would masturbate to my mom's imagination every night. At that time, my mom was the only thing that occupied my heart and mind. But to this day, I've never been able to see her naked or having sex with my dad. I would only see her doing it in my imagination. And that's what caused the problems." Having said this, Raju paused, took a breath, and then began again, "My college results came in a month or two. And as per the pre-planned plan, I had to move out of my home and complete my studies. But by then, I was so intoxicated by my own mother's addiction that moving out was not only difficult, but almost impossible for me. But the biggest problem was that I couldn't share this reason with anyone. I thought many times at that time about sharing this problem with you. But later I felt that it wouldn't be right. If you find out that I've started looking at my own mother with such dirty eyes, it will hurt you too. That's why, despite my reluctance, I had to move out of my home to complete my studies. I thought that if I moved away from home, perhaps all these dirty thoughts would gradually subside. But that didn't happen. It was exactly the opposite. Before, I used to think about you. But now I'm thinking about my own mother. I was hooked. When I moved into the hostel, I realized that what I'd mistakenly considered an addiction wasn't just an addiction anymore. It had become a habit. Even after moving into the hostel, I would still enjoy fantasizing about my mother. And gradually, that became a habit. Then, I once again fell into the grip of porn addiction. But this time, the addiction was a little different. I used to watch porn featuring younger girls earlier. But now, I didn't like that. Now, I started watching older women getting fucked, known as MILFs in pornographic parlance. I started enjoying watching MILF porn. And my addiction to porn started affecting my personal life as well." With that, Raju fell silent again. I asked, "How? I once told you not to let porn take over you, didn't I?" It seemed Raju felt a little embarrassed by my words. He said softly, "I know, mami (aunty). You told me not to. And I agreed. But after that incident, I became addicted to porn again. I started watching porn again, which I had stopped once. But as I told you, I've only ever watched MILF porn. I've noticed that so far, I've only seen MILFs in my life, not girls my age. You know that I secretly liked a girl in college, whom I later fell in love with. But when I told her about it, she made fun of me and flatly refused my love. After that, my self-confidence completely shattered and vanished. I fell into depression. I avoided even talking to anyone. I wouldn't even talk to anyone at home. I became silent and kept to myself. That's when you came into my life. And I consider this incident to be one of the most beautiful things that has happened in my life. If you hadn't thought of helping me then, I would probably still be in depression today."

"You're the first person in my life who listened to me, understood my problem, and helped me by having sex with me, despite being my mami. I can't forget that. Anyway, after that incident, you were the only one in my heart and mind. And later, I realized you were also a MILF, probably 10 or 12 years older than me. And the second woman who came into my life after you was my own mother. Yes, it's a different matter that just as I've seen you naked in front of my eyes, or fucked you, I've never seen my own mother naked, nor have I fucked her, nor do I ever want to. But my mother awakened a different feeling in me, a feeling I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. I started to like women older than me. I started to feel like no girl my age would ever pay attention to me, but Women older than me would greet me nicely, show me attention, and develop a close relationship with me. So, for a year, I began observing women on the streets, in buses, on trams, or walking on the road. And while doing this, I noticed a distinct pattern.” Raju was telling me his story so casually, I felt like I was watching a documentary. Curious, I asked Raju, "What kind of pattern?" Raju said, "I'll tell you. First, tell me one thing. When you go out alone, do you notice any boys walking on the street who are younger than you?" Raju's question surprised me once again. I wondered what Raju really wanted to know. Was he trying to find out if I noticed younger men walking on the street? Or was there some other significance to his question? I said, "What's that stupid question you've asked me? Do I look at guys younger than me while walking down the street?" Hearing my return question, Raju started laughing. He said, "That's not what I meant to ask. Anyway, I've learned what I needed to know." I didn't understand this either. I said, "What do you mean?" He said, "What I mean is that maybe you don't see guys younger than you on the street, or other women like you don't either. But there are many women besides you who look at guys younger than you while walking down the street. And they like them too. Just like I like women older than me, many women also like guys younger than her. They try to satisfy their desire by those younger guys." With this, Raju brought his mouth right to my ear and said, "By desire, I mean everything. Even their physical desire." I looked at Raju in shock. I tried to understand what he was saying. And at the same time, a new fear began to arise in me. His love for a woman older than him. Masturbating while imagining his mother. And now this matter of physical desire. What else could Raju be hiding from me? I was stunned just thinking about it. I felt as if the Raju whom I knew and loved was not the same Raju at all. He was a different person. Just like a doppelgänger shown in the movies. This could not be my beloved and dear Raju. I somehow asked him, "But how do you know all these? I'm scared, Raju. Tell me the truth, have you done something wrong?" Hearing this question, Raju seemed to be lost in thought again. I said impatiently, "Please, Raju, don't stay silent like this. Say something. My heart is sinking. Did you…" Before I could finish my sentence or Raju could say anything in response, the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock in surprise. I hadn't even noticed it was 6 p.m. in the middle of our conversation. I saw it was 6:10. That meant Bijan had returned from office. He must have been ringing the doorbell. And here, in the bedroom, Raju and I were lying completely naked from head to toe. I knew full well that Bijan always had a duplicate key to our house. If I wasn't home or busy with something else, he would use his duplicate key to unlock the door. If he were to unlock the door with his duplicate key today and see us together in this state, it would be a disaster. I quickly got up from the bed, looked at Raju, and said, "Raju, get up quickly. Your mama (uncle) has returned from the office." Hearing my words, Raju hurriedly got up from the bed and began putting on his clothes lying on the floor. By then, Bijan had rung the doorbell twice more. Now he would probably use his key to unlock the door and come in. I had to open the door before that.


I saw that Raju had already put on his Bermuda and was putting on his T-shirt. But I couldn't find my maxi. Oh my god! Then I remembered that my maxi was still lying outside near the dining table, and it would be the first thing to be seen by Bijan as soon as he came inside. I looked at Raju with horrified face and said, "Raju, my maxi is lying outside near the dining table. I can't go out like this. You quickly go and open the door. Otherwise, your mama will open the door himself with the duplicate key and come in." Hearing this, Raju immediately started to leave. I called from behind him, "And throw my maxi this way." Raju nodded in response. By then, Bijan had stopped ringing the bell and started shouting, "Darling, open the door! I'm here!" In response, Raju yelled, "Mama, wait! I'll open the door right now." Saying this, he ran out of the bedroom and ran to the dining table. My maxi was lying on the floor right next to the dining table. He picked it up and threw it towards the bedroom. I grabbed it, went into the bedroom, and closed the door. I immediately put it on. But I only had a maxi, because I'd only worn one after my bath in the morning. I hadn't worn a bra or panties. But I couldn't wear a maxi without a bra or panties, otherwise Bijan might get suspicious. I quickly took a bra and panties out of the closet and hurriedly put them on. I somehow hooked the bra and put on the panties, and put on the maxi. By then, Raju had opened the door, and Bijan had come inside. I could hear their conversation outside in the drawing room. Bijan said, "Hey Raju, when did you come? You were supposed to come in the evening, right?" Raju lied to his mama, saying, "Yes, Mama. I just came a while ago. So how are you?" Bijan said, "I'm fine. Tell me about yourself." Raju said, "I'm cool." Raju is quite smart. He kept Bijan busy talking in the drawing room so I could get ready. Then I heard Bijan ask Raju, "Where's your mami, Raju? In the kitchen?" Raju said, "No. She's in her bedroom." He called out to me, "Mami, mama's back from the office." I called out, "I'm coming." I controlled my breathing, opened the bedroom door, and came out. As soon as I came out, Raju took a look at me and was relieved to see me well dressed. I came over and saw Raju and Bijan sitting on the sofa. Seeing me come in, Bijan asked, "Where have you been, darling? I've been ringing the bell for a while. Raju opened the door.” I said, "Yes, I dozed off a little. Raju came in a while ago. I made him some tea. Then he went to his room. And I went to the bedroom and dozed off a little. I don't know when I fell asleep. I didn't hear the bell ring." Then I told him, "Go change your clothes and wash your hands and face. I'll make tea and tiffin for the three of us." With that, I immediately went to the kitchen. Over tea and snacks, the three of us sat and chatted. Like me, Bijan was also delighted to have his nephew with him. He also talked a lot with him. Night fell as we talked. I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. They both sat outside on the drawing-room sofa and chatted. I was cooking dinner in the kitchen, but my mind was elsewhere. As I cooked, I kept thinking only one thing: what was the real point of Raju's words? Why did he say that there are so many women who like younger men and satisfy their desires with them? How did he know about this? Did what I was thinking really happen? If my suspicions were correct, it would mean Raju had made a grave mistake. I wonder what that boy might have done. Worse, I still don't know what the truth is. And until I find out, I won't find peace. These thoughts raced through my mind, but at the same time, another problem began to nudge me. Listening to Raju's words, I was also a little aroused. Hearing Raju secretly listen to his parents' sex reminded me of my own. He had only heard his parents having sex, but I had seen them with my own eyes. And again and again, the scene of my nandoi (brother-in-law) fucking my nanad (sister-in-law), while I stood near the door of their room, watching them. But this scene, haunting me, was causing me trouble. Every time this scene came to my mind, my pussy became wet with its own juices. And I became aroused.


The three of us ate dinner together. I noticed Raju had been behaving perfectly normal around Bijan since the evening, as if nothing had happened. But I was still disturbed, and aroused. Although I already had been fucked by him twice since Raju arrived this morning, and had already orgasmed three or four times. But what he said had already aroused me to the point where Bijan was the one who would release my heat. And I waited for that moment. After dinner, Raju said goodnight to both of us and went to his room to sleep. A little while later, Bijan also went to sleep in our bedroom. I finished my kitchen chores and went to our bedroom to sleep. Bijan, as usual, was lying on the bed, watching something on his mobile phone. I entered the bedroom and locked the door. However, when we're home alone, we often leave the door open. Or else, we close it but don't lock it. Because we know there's no one else in the house except us, there's no point in closing or locking the door. But when guests come over, we always lock our bedroom door. Seeing me lock the door today, he understood that it was because Raju was home. As I locked the door and turned towards him, Bijan looked at me and said, "Darling, you look beautiful today." It had been a while since I'd heard Bijan's compliments. Earlier, Bijan used to compliment me on my beauty while flirting with me, and I always loved it. But these days, hearing Bijan's compliments had become a rarity. So, these words struck me as something new. I felt like he was trying to flirt with me again, just like before. I sat next to him and said, "Whenever a guest comes to our house, your naughtiness increases, isn't it, Bijan?" Bijan now took me in his arms and said, "This isn't naughtiness, it's called immense love, darling. You won't understand my feelings and this love between you and me." I said, "Is it love or something else? Just go to sleep quietly. Raju must still be awake. I won't do anything right now, I’m telling you." I was trying to dissuade Bijan, but my body and mind were screaming for his love. Hearing my words, Bijan, far from letting me go, pressed me even tighter in his arms. My soft boobs, bound in a bra, pressed against his chest. Bijan said, "So what if he's awake? Shouldn't I even make love to my married wife? Am I afraid of anyone?" I laughed and said, "When did I say you can't do anything to me? I said whatever you do, do it quietly. Without any sound." Bijan said, taking off the maxi I was wearing. "I can't do anything quietly. Let whoever wants to hear it hear it." As soon as Bijan took off my maxi, I was in front of him in just a bra and panties. I don't wear a bra most of the time at home. Seeing me wearing one today, Bijan realized I'd been wearing one at home while Raju was there. Little did the poor guy know that from morning until evening, his nephew had been fucking his wife in his own bedroom. Without delay, Bijan took off my bra and panties as well, stripping me completely naked. I also took off his T-shirt and Bermuda shorts, stripping him naked like me. We'd been naked like this for two or three years after our marriage. But for the past few times, neither I nor he had been fully naked during sex. I'd pull my maxi up to my waist, and Bijan would simply remove his Bermuda shorts. But today, I wanted to get fucked from Bijan completely naked. So, when I stripped Bijan completely, Bijan was surprised at first. He was a little amused, but then, sensing my desire, he was delighted. He held me tighter than before, squeezing my boobs one by one. He held both my boobs in his hands and began squeezing them gently and lovingly. My eyes closed in a relaxed manner. But as soon as they did, I saw the scene of my afternoon sex with Raju. It felt like Raju, not Bijan, was squeezing my boobs so lovingly. And I was about to have sex, not with Bijan, but with Raju once again. As soon as this thought crossed my mind, a wave of arousal began to surge through my body. I grew increasingly hot. I began to feel its effects on my body as well. Bijan had already removed my panties. And I could clearly feel the wetness between my legs. I understood that along with my mind, my body had also awakened. And Bijan would have to work hard to calm it down that night. I couldn't stop the juices from sloshing down my leg joints, even if I wanted to. My pussy was soaked with its own juices, which now slid out of me, wetting my thighs and the area around my pussy. And like a shameless whore, even after having been fucked by Raju twice since morning and having orgasmed three or four times, I was ready to be fucked by my husband once again. (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Thursday (08.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[Pundit77]

An older woman....who could that be?
Someone from the neighbourhood?
A friend's mom??
A teacher???

[Neelkantha]

An older woman....who could that be?
Someone from the neighbourhood?
A friend's mom??
A teacher???

All of the above.
None of the above.

[ananth1986]

Will Raju hearing Bijan Pihu sex
get healed ?
Everyone's kinky fantasies and cure
comes in hands of our Pihu.
But when will her problem solved ?
Thank you

[Neelkantha]

Will Raju hearing Bijan Pihu sex
get healed ?
Everyone's kinky fantasies and cure
comes in hands of our Pihu.
But when will her problem solved ?
Thank you

She is the kinkiest of all, buddy. And as for Raju, he obviously will eavesdrop his mama and mami during their sex. He can't himself. And as for Pihu's problem, I think that problem is much bigger than we think. Let's see what happens next.

[Neelkantha]

Part 200 – The Ultimate Sex-Battle Between Husband And Wife

 

Pihu’s POV- Bijan took me in his arms, brought his lips close to mine, and began to suck them. I put my hand on his neck, and I began to suck his lips. Now we, husband and wife, were sucking each other's lips. Bijan, while sucking my lips, put his tongue inside my mouth, and I placed it on mine, sucking it. After a long time, our sex had become so exciting. And I wanted to make this moment more pleasant and sensual. So, while kissing my husband, I started shaking my chest and rubbing my boobs against Bijan's chest. My nipples were already erected, and my erect nipples rubbing against his chest were arousing him just as much as me. And I wanted the same. So, while kissing Bijan, I started rubbing my boobs against his chest. After rubbing like this for a while, Bijan couldn't control himself. He left my lips and focused on my boobs. He grabbed my boobs and started squeezing them hard. The only thing on my mind was that Raju was in the next room, and I was determined not to let him know we were currently having sex. So, I bit my lips and tried to stifle my moans inside me. Bijan probably noticed this as well. He was determined to make me moan, no matter what. Both of us stubborn individuals were adamant. Now it remained to be seen who would win this battle of stubbornness. Bijan now pounced on my boobs with full force. He grabbed both my boobs in his hands and began squeezing them hard. His pressure was painful, but I didn't utter a sound. When Bijan realized I was hiding the pain deep inside, he increased the pressure of his hands on my boobs. He began pressing and squeezing my boobs even harder. He was squeezing and kneading them like women knead dough to make rotis (Indian breads). He was kneading both my boobs together like dough. This caused both my fair boobs to turn red. But he didn't stop squeezing. The pain was already becoming unbearable, but I didn't budge. I didn't utter a single sound. Bijan finally understood that I wouldn't make a sound like that. And realizing this, he changed his attack. Now he lowered his face and placed his mouth on my boobs. First, he kissed my boobs. Then he extended his tongue and placed it on my nipples. Then he began to move his tongue in circles around my nipples. His tongue was moving in circles around my nipples, and my nipples became erect. But Bijan didn't stop. He continued to move his tongue around my nipple. I noticed a trail of Bijan's saliva slowly forming around it. He began teasing my nipple with his tongue. He licked it. My whole body ached like a fish out of water at the feel of his tongue on it. But I somehow managed to keep my moans from escaping, even though it was proving increasingly difficult for me. Bijan realized that if he rushed, he wouldn't be able to defeat me. So he changed his strategy. Instead of rushing, he began to arouse me slowly. He slowly licked both my nipples, taking them into his mouth, and then began sucking them. I had already anticipated Bijan's intentions, so I had prepared myself for his actions. He had also sensed my readiness. So he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it while squeezing the other tit. After sucking on that nipple for a while, he removed it and took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking it just like the first. He began squeezing my first tit. Bijan was sucking one nipple and squeezing the other with such finesse and sensuality that it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to enjoy his sucking without moaning. Bijan knew full well that holding on for long would be impossible, not only for me but for any woman. I would soon succumb to his weakness and inevitably succumb to his whimpering. And I could sense the signs of something similar happening. But somehow, I managed to control myself and, without making a sound, let Bijan suck both my boobs one by one for quite some time. And Bijan, taking his time, slowly and lovingly sucked and squeezed both my boobs, making me aroused and vulnerable. If he had continued this for a little longer, I would have surely moaned, but luckily for me, Bijan suddenly stopped sucking and squeezing my boobs. I didn't understand why he did this, but I felt like he had accepted defeat in his hopes of getting any sound out of me. I had won the challenge. I had managed to control myself without making any sound and had successfully made him suck my boobs.

I've been married to Bijan for over four years. After marrying him, I realized one thing: his sexuality was unmatched. His mind truly surpassed that of a computer when it came to sex. And during sex, he would push all limits of sexuality. He would somehow weaken me and get his work done. My mistake that night was underestimating him. He stopped sucking my boobs, removed them, and said, "Darling, my hand is starting to hurt. I've been holding your boobs for so long. Why don't you let me suck yours?" I was delighted to hear this, but also wary. I sat on his lap, my legs on either side of his body. His throbbing cock was beneath my soft ass, which, as I sat, got stuck in the crack of my ass. And I, fitting my husband's cock snugly into the crack of my ass, sat down. The situation was such that I was sitting on Bijan's cock, his cock wedged between the crack of my ass beneath my buttocks. The tip of his cock was facing my pussy. The tip of his cock was just lightly touching the opening of my pussy. But that touch sent a wave of excitement through my entire body. A fountain of juice began to flow from my pussy, and the tip of his cock began to get wet with the juices oozing from my pussy. Bijan had already noticed the condition of my pussy, but he didn't say anything to me. He simply said with a mischievous smile, "Now, sit comfortably and let me suck your boobs." I grabbed one of my boobs and lifted it up to Bijan's mouth. Seeing my tit approaching his mouth, he opened his mouth, and I stuffed my tit into his. He started sucking my nipple again. I thought he would just suck on it again, and I would somehow manage to stop myself from moaning just like before. But this time, he changed his tactic slightly. This time, he not only sucked my nipple, but also held it in his teeth and began to lightly bite it. Only a woman, not a man, can understand the state a woman experiences when a man bites her nipple like this. When a man holds his wife's nipple between his teeth and gently bites it, it feels as if a woman has erupted in a flame of passion, and the lava of that volcano is erupting from the joints of her legs in the form of pussy juices. And to arouse a woman, there's hardly a more straightforward method. Bijan was deliberately trying this method on me to arouse me. And he was largely successful in this endeavor. It was as if a flame of lust had erupted throughout my body. And the lava of that volcano, flowing from my pussy in the form of juice, began to bathe Bijan's cock, including my ass. I could see my defeat before my eyes. Somehow, I was sitting on my husband's lap, trapping his cock in the crack of my ass, and feeding him with my own tit. Bijan was happily sucking my tit, lightly biting my nipple with his teeth. And once again, the flame of lust within me reached the brink of erupting. I thought that this time I would definitely lose, and a moan would surely escape my lips. But this time too, miraculously, Bijan stopped. And after letting him suck my boobs for a long time, at his request, I let him suck me. I took out my boobs. I thought I'd won. But Bijan's mischievous mind wasn't going to give me peace. He asked me to get off his lap. I did. But by then, my ass and his cock were completely soaked with the juices coming from my pussy. As soon as I got up from his lap, Bijan looked at his cock and said with a smile, "Look, darling, what a mess you've made my cock into. Now you fix it." I sat between his legs and held his cock in my hand. I felt happy thinking, "Now it's my turn. I'll suck his cock and make him so vulnerable that he'll kneel before me and surrender." But his cock was so soaked with my pussy juices that I had a hard time holding it in my hand. Bijan's cock was slipping from my palm. Sucking it while holding it in my hand was going to be difficult. Thinking this, I picked up my maxi that had fallen on our bedroom floor and wiped my pussy juices off Bijan's cock. As soon as I wiped it with the maxi, Bijan's cock was back to normal. It wasn't slipping from my hand anymore.


Now I took a firm hold of his cock and began to examine it. In the four years of our marriage, I've seen it countless times, held it in my hand, sucked it in my mouth, and even taken it inside my pussy or ass. But every time I hold Bijan's cock in my hand, a shiver runs through my entire body. I've described Bijan's cock as average sized countless times in our story. It's not particularly large or thick. But for the first year of our marriage, this cock seemed like the largest and thickest in the world. Because until then, I had never seen or taken any other man's cock in my pussy or ass except Bijan's. But since then, most of the men I've got fucked have average-sized cocks, the size of Bijan's. There are only a few men I've had sex with whose dicks are bigger and thicker than Bijan's. And every time I have sex with a man, the first thing I do is compare his cock to my husband's. I did the same today. The only difference is that I wasn't having sex with any other man, but with my own husband. And now I was comparing his cock to someone else's. I wasn't comparing his cock to anyone else's, but to Raju's in my mind. I noticed that Raju's cock was the same size as Bijan's before, that is, of average size. But today, when I looked at his cock, I realized that Raju's cock had grown larger and thicker than Bijan's. I held my husband's cock in my hand and stared at it. Seeing me sitting there, holding his cock in my hand, Bijan said, "Darling, are you just going to hold it like that? Won't you do something?" I grabbed his cock and brought my mouth closer to it. Then, opening my mouth, I took his cock inside and began sucking it. I had wiped it with my cap, but it still had the salty taste of my pussy juice. I began licking Bijan's cock, including the head, all around it with my tongue. Slowly, I took his balls into my mouth and began sucking them. Just as I shave my pussy and armpits every day, Bijan shaves his pubic hair in the same way. There wasn't a single hair around his cock. And because of this, I had no problem sucking his balls in my mouth. While sucking, I began to bite them lightly with my teeth, as if he was biting my nipples. The result was just as I had anticipated. Bijan's entire body shook. Taking this as my victory, I began sucking his balls even harder. But then he grabbed me and forced me onto him. This meant we were both in a 69 position on the bed. Bijan was lying on his back, and I was lying on top of him, face down. Bijan's cock was near my mouth, and my pussy was near his. Bijan spread my legs a little, opening the mouth of my pussy. And as he did so, he realized the state of my pussy. He laughed a little and said, "When guests come to the house, I'm the one who gets naughty, isn't it?" Then, inserting a finger into my pussy, he said, "So what is it, darling? Can I leave it like this? Tell me?" I laughed and replied, "You're the one who's brought it to this state by licking and sucking me all this time." Bijan asked, "So what should I do now?" I said, "What can I say? Do whatever you like." Bijan laughed again, "I just want to open this door and start fucking you in front of Raju." I had no idea Bijan would say something like that. I knew he was a pervert, but he wanted to fuck his wife in front of his own nephew, a level of perversion I hadn't really expected. I said, "What nonsense are you talking about, Bijan? He's your nephew. And we're his mama (uncle) and mami (aunty)." Bijan said, "So what? He's a young boy, right? He must have some desires too." I said, "So you'll fuck me in front of him?" Bijan said, "What's the harm in that? Maybe he'll learn something by watching us fuck." I thought to myself, "He learned what he needed to learn two years ago. And he's already applied his lessons to me perfectly." But I couldn't tell Bijan this, so I said, "Stop talking nonsense and do your work." With that, I started sucking his cock. Bijan spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers, opened the mouth of my pussy, and began licking it with his tongue.


My condition was already bad, and now it was getting worse. Bijan, sensing my condition, inserted his long tongue deep inside my pussy and began licking it. A fountain of juice was flowing inside my pussy, which Bijan began licking. He was licking the inner walls of my pussy with his tongue. I took his cock into my mouth again and started sucking it. Now, we were both husband and wife, giving each other pleasure. Bijan was sucking and licking my pussy and clit, and I was licking his cock and testicles. Bijan was sucking my clit in his mouth. My whole body started trembling. It was becoming difficult for me to control myself. I took out Bijan's cock from my mouth and said to him, "Bijan, I can't take it anymore. Now put your cock in my pussy and fuck me." Bijan was overjoyed to hear this. He said, "This is it! I've been wanting it for a long time." He said this, making me lie down and climbed on top of me. He placed his cock at the mouth of my pussy and gave it a sudden, hard push. This push easily slid his cock inside my juice-filled pussy. I felt a sharp pain. A loud "Uff..." came out of my mouth, despite my involuntarily wanting it. I said to Bijan, "You devil! You suddenly put your cock in my pussy. Doesn't it hurt?" Bijan said, "We've been married for four years. I don't know how many times you've been fucked by this cock of mine. You should get used to it by now. And yet you're still saying you have pain from it!" Bijan said this a little loudly. And then something caught my eye. I glanced towards our bedroom door. I saw a shadow beneath the door. This means Raju is standing right outside our bedroom, listening to us fuck! Just like he used to listen to his parents fuck. And realizing this, I felt a new surge of passion and excitement. But Bijan wasn't looking anywhere. His entire focus was on fucking me. He was pounding me hard. I raised my hips and yelled, "Uff...fuck me harder...fuck me harder...Bijan..." Seeing me scream so loudly, Bijan was a little surprised. While fucking me, he said, "Just now you said that Raju is in the house, and he would hear us. And now you're screaming yourself!" I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me, "You were right, Bijan. If he hears, let him listen. Only then will he learn something. Forget about him, just fuck me properly." Bijan said nothing else. He continued to fuck me silently. Bijan was thrusting his cock into my pussy with all his might. His entire cock was entering my pussy in one go, and coming out again. I knew very well that Raju was standing outside listening to our conversation. And just to make him hear, I was moaning loudly, "Uff...ahhh...ooh...umm...oh mother...fuck me harder..." Raju must have heard me from outside. He understood that I was getting fucked by his mama. And that I was enjoying it. With this thought, I orgasmed. My waist and pussy rose in the air, and a stream of juice started flowing from my pussy. It hadn't even been five minutes since Bijan had fucked me, and I'd never cum so quickly while getting fucked by Bijan. Even Bijan was surprised to see me cum so quickly. He paused for a moment to let me cum. As soon as I finished, he revved his engine again. He kept fucking me relentlessly, not slowing down the pace of his thrusts. But as my pussy overflowed with juice, I was constantly making "thap...thap...thap..." sounds. Bijan's thrusts were shaking our bed, making noises as well. All these sounds clearly told Raju that his mama was fucking me hard. Perhaps he was standing outside, masturbating in my name. I glanced towards the door again. No, I hadn't made a mistake. The drawing room light was coming from under our bedroom door. There was only darkness in the middle, and someone was standing there. And it was none other than Raju. I turned my face to look at the door. Bijan grabbed my face and turned it towards him. He then put his tongue inside my mouth, sucking it, and began to fuck me. I, too, lifted my waist from below, taking Bijan's cock into my pussy, continuing to get fucked by him. The thought of Raju was now out of my mind. I was fully enjoying Bijan's sex. We had been fucking for ten minutes, and Bijan was also close to ejaculating. He began to fuck me with furious speed. After four or five thrusts, he shoved his entire cock into my pussy and released his cum inside me. His cum filled my pussy. I orgasmed once again. A mixture of my pussy juices and Bijan's cum flowed from my pussy. After a long time, I had found satisfaction from Bijan's sex. I held Bijan, panting. After a while, I looked towards the door. There was no one there. Thinking that our sex was over, Raju had left. Raju had heard me getting fucked by Bijan before. But this time, it was different. Raju's presence was what helped me fully enjoy the sex. And thinking about him, I fell into a deep sleep, holding Bijan in my arms. (Contd.)

 

[Next Update is on Saturday (10.10.26) between 11 am to 2 pm]

[ananth1986]

Bijan Pihu sex is always erotic.
Both have us a hard time to bear.
Very hot to handle.
Think Raju also spoiled his pants hearing the voices of Pihu,
Thank you

[Neelkantha]

Bijan Pihu sex is always erotic.
Both have us a hard time to bear.
Very hot to handle.
Think Raju also spoiled his pants hearing the voices of Pihu,
Thank you

He might have spoiled the floor tiles as well, I presume.

[Neelkantha]

Part 201 – Raju's Morning Truly Turned Out To Be Good

 

Pihu’s POV- The next morning, I woke up quite late. I usually rise early every day. Bijan leaves for his office at 9:00 AM sharp every morning. Before he leaves, I prepare his tea, breakfast, and his packed lunch for the day. Ever since we got married, Bijan almost never eats out; he eats only the food I cook with my own hands. I wake up early every morning to prepare his meals. Bijan, on the other hand, tends to wake up late—usually around 8:00 AM. On Saturdays and Sundays, he sleeps in until 9:00 AM, as those are his days off from the office. On those two days, I also wake up a bit later, since I’m in no rush either. Even so, I still usually manage to get up around 7:30 or 8:00 AM. However, if my husband and I happen to have a late, night session of fucking, then I inevitably end up waking up late the next morning. That particular day, I had indeed woken up late. Although we hadn't actually fucking late into the night, I was utterly exhausted from having sex twice with Raju and once with Bijan throughout the previous day. I was worn out and had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep the night before. I was roused from my slumber by the sound of Bijan calling out to me. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Bijan standing right in front of the bed. Gazing at him, I let out a huge yawn and asked, "What’s going on, Bijan? You’re up so early today? And even earlier than me, too?" Bijan chuckled and replied, "I didn't wake up early, darling; you are the one waking up late today. Just take a look at the clock, what time is it?" Startled by his words, I turned my head toward the wall to check the clock. It was nearly 9:00 AM. I really had slept in that day, and I truly was running late. Very late, in fact. I then looked back at Bijan. He had already showered and was fully dressed in his office attire. I quickly sat up in bed and asked Bijan, "You’re already ready for the office?" Bijan replied, "Yes, I’m all set. I’m just about to head out. I woke you up before leaving." I said, "But why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Bijan explained, "I wanted to wake you, but you were sleeping so soundly that I just didn't have the heart to disturb you." Stepping out of bed, I said, "But how am I supposed to make your tea, breakfast, and packed lunch for the afternoon on such short notice? All of that takes time!" Bijan said, "You don't need to cook anything today. I’m already running late. I’m leaving right now." As I headed toward the bedroom door, I said, "At least have some tea before you go. I’ll whip up a cup for you right now. It won't take long, it’ll be ready in under five minutes." Bijan immediately grabbed my hand to stop me and said, "Hey, where are you going? Wait!" I stopped, looked at him, and said, "Why? I’m going to make you some tea. Let me go." Bijan took hold of me, led me over to the mirror at our dressing table, and positioned me in front of it. "Look," he said, "are you really planning to make tea looking like this?" I looked at myself in the mirror. I was completely naked from head to toe. It suddenly dawned on me that, after letting Bijan fuck me so thoroughly last night, I had been too exhausted to put on my maxi, and here I was, still stark naked. Seeing my look of shock, Bijan laughed and said, "At least put on your maxi! Otherwise, if poor Raju sees you in this state, his blood pressure is going to skyrocket." Little did he know that Raju had already seen me in this very state, and fucked me, countless times before. The thought of having sex reminded me of something else: last night, I had fallen asleep right after letting Bijan fuck me. Bijan had cum inside my pussy, something I hadn't wiped away or washed off with water afterward. As this memory struck me, I reached my hand down toward my pussy and discovered that traces of Bijan's cum were still clinging to the area around it. The only difference was that, by now, it had dried up and formed a crusty layer. I decided that I would give it a thorough cleaning while taking my bath. Seeing me standing there lost in thought, Bijan spoke up: "Listen, darling. I'm running late. Don't worry about me. I'll have my tea at the office. I'll have both my breakfast and my lunch, at the office today as well. And one more thing: I have a special meeting this afternoon. I might be getting home late. Don't you worry. I went to wake Raju up, too. But that young master, just like you, is still sleeping like a log. I didn't wake him. You wake him up. And bye. Take care. Love you." Saying this, he planted a kiss on my cheek and left the house. I picked up my maxi, which had fallen to the floor. Scattered around my maxi lay my bra and panties. I picked those up as well, but decided not to put them on. There was no one else home right now, just Raju and me. And as far as Raju was concerned, whether I wore a bra and panties or went without them made absolutely no difference. For that very reason, I decided against wearing them. Wearing only my maxi and carrying my bra and panties in my hand, I stepped out of the bedroom. Right next to our bedroom was another bedroom, where Raju was currently sleeping. The door to that room was closed. I gave the door a gentle nudge, and it swung open, meaning Raju had merely pulled the door shut but hadn't locked it. I didn't actually go inside; I simply peeked in from the doorway and saw that Raju was asleep. I didn't wake him up just yet. I thought I would freshen up first, then make some tea, and then wake him. With that thought in mind, I closed the door to Raju's room once again and headed toward the bathroom.

I put my bra and panties in the wash. I freshened up, brushed my teeth and so on, and then stepped out of the bathroom. By then, it was already 9:30. I hadn't had my tea yet, either. Usually, every morning after Bijan leaves for his office, I take a bath first, then perform my prayers, and only then do I have my tea and breakfast. But today, I was genuinely feeling a sense of fatigue. So, I decided that I would have some tea first today and take my bath later; I simply wasn't in the mood to bathe just yet. I went into the kitchen and prepared two cups of tea, one for myself and one for Raju. Holding both cups, I re-entered Raju's room. Raju was lying on his back on the bed, fast asleep. His upper body was bare, meaning he wasn't wearing a T-shirt, though he was wearing a Bermuda on his lower half. Upon entering the room, I walked over to the bed, placed our tea cups on the bedside table, and then bent down to wake Raju up. "Wake up, sleepyhead! How much longer are you going to sleep? The sun is practically right in the middle of the sky by now. Come on, get up!" Raju’s sleep broke after I called out to him just twice, and he opened his eyes. Seeing me standing there bent over him like that, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Mami (aunty)! What time is it?" Laughing, I replied, "Not too late, it's just about to strike ten." Hearing this, he quickly sat up on the bed. "Oh my God! It's gotten so late! I thought it must be around 8 or 8:30." Handing him his cup of tea, I remarked, "Well, if you stay up late into the night, naturally you're going to sleep in like a log the next morning, aren't you?" He took the cup of tea from my hand, but then placed it back down on the table and said, "Sorry, Mami, but I'm not really in the mood for tea right now." "Is that so?" I asked. "So, Sahibzada (prince), would you care to tell me what you feel like drinking right now?" Raju glanced at my boobs and said, "Absolutely. If I could get ‘something else’ instead of tea right now, that would be pure bliss." I understood his insinuation. I asked, "Would you take the trouble to explain, in a little more detail, exactly what this 'something else' entails?" He smiled and replied, "Certainly." Saying this, he began rubbing his mouth against my boobs right through my maxi. This gesture of his aroused me instantly. I pulled my maxi upward, lifting it out of the way, and offered my bare boobs to him. Raju grasped one of my boobs in his hand, squeezing it gently, while taking the other into his mouth and beginning to suckle. The sensation of Raju’s mouth on my tit so early in the morning, and the feeling of being suckled by him, stirred up memories of the past. After marrying Bijan, whenever I went to wake him in the morning, he would rouse from his sleep, pull me close, and proceed to squeeze and suckle my boobs in this very manner. Forgetting everything else, I would happily let him suckle my boobs just like that. Bijan would only leave the bed after he had squeezed and suckled both my boobs to his heart's content. This routine of ours continued for quite a long time. I, too, used to feel a sense of joy having my boobs squeezed and suckled by my husband first thing in the morning. But eventually, over time, this practice gradually began to fade away. And somewhere along the line, I don't even know exactly when, it ceased completely. Nowadays, Bijan neither does anything of the sort, nor do I encourage him to. I can't even recall precisely when this phase of our relationship came to an end. Perhaps a year ago? Or a year and a half? Or maybe even earlier than that? I simply don't know. But today, this gesture of Raju's brought back memories of those bygone days, days when both Bijan and I were insatiable for sex. We never missed an opportunity, nor spared any effort, to give each other pleasure and delight. Back then, sex wasn't merely a source of physical pleasure or amusement for us; it was a sanctuary, a space where we could truly get to know one another, understand each other deeply, and express our love for each other. But now, nothing of that sort remains between us. Our relationship seems to have shifted quite suddenly. Although the sex we had last night was certainly stimulating and intense, lately I’ve been sensing a gradual decline in our mutual appetite for intimacy. It is happening. Neither of us retains that former intensity anymore. But Raju has suddenly arrived and infused me with a renewed passion. I feel an urge to revert to my old self, the woman I used to be, and love Bijan with that same fervor. There is only one reason for this surge of energy within me, and that is Raju. Had he not been here right now, loving me with such wild abandon, I probably wouldn't have even considered changing myself. It hasn't even been a full day since his arrival, yet he has already cast a spell over me. Pressing Raju’s face against my chest, I stripped off my maxi and stood stark naked before him. Raju was seated on the bed; straddling his body, I settled into his lap, sitting exactly as I had sat in Bijan’s lap just last night. While I was completely naked, Raju was still wearing his Bermuda shorts. And beneath my buttocks, inside his shorts, I could distinctly feel his throbbing cock growing in size.


Sitting in his lap, I cupped one of my boobs in my hand, guided it into his mouth, and began to feed him, exactly as I had fed Bijan the previous night. I couldn't quite explain why I was doing this at that moment. Yet, I was now repeating with Raju, one after another, every single intimate act I had performed with Bijan the night before. I was fully aware that Raju had stood outside our bedroom last night and heard his mama (maternal uncle) and me having sex, though he hadn't actually seen us. And in this very manner, I wanted to show him exactly what I had done with his mama the night before. I held my tit right up to Raju's mouth, and he instinctively drew it in and began to suckle. At the same time, he began to fondle my other tit; having Raju suckle my boobs so early in the morning was giving me immense pleasure and delight. I had brought in two cups of tea for us, but neither I nor Raju touched them. The two cups sat on the table, growing cold, yet neither of us paid them any mind. We had both forgotten everything else, completely lost in the moment and our respective activities, Raju was engrossed in suckling my boobs in turn, while I was engrossed in letting him do so. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and within the confines of that small room, an atmosphere charged with sexual energy was rapidly taking shape. Although I had no initial intention of having sex with Raju right then, the mood was becoming so intoxicatingly sensual that neither he nor I could resist it any longer. Raju continued to suckle both my boobs with sheer delight. Sitting in his lap, I held both my boobs in my hands, guiding them toward his mouth as he took each nipple in turn and suckled it passionately. First, he would suck on one of my nipples; after sucking it for a while, he would take that nipple out of his mouth, take my other nipple into his mouth, and begin to suck on that one instead. After alternating between sucking both my nipples in this manner, Raju finally calmed down a little. By then, I was in a complete state of disarray. My juices had begun to flow, thoroughly drenching my pussy. Raju noticed this as well. He took hold of me and laid me down on the bed. Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself between them. He lowered his face toward my pussy, intending to lick it, but suddenly stopped. Then, examining my pussy closely, he asked, "Hey Mami, what is this white stuff on your pussy?!" The moment Raju said this, I instantly remembered. Oh God!!! I had completely forgotten that my husband's dried-up cum from last night was still stuck to my pussy. I had intended to clean it off thoroughly when I went to take my bath. But since I hadn't bathed yet, his dried cum was still clinging to my pussy, and Raju had just spotted it. Realizing this, I felt an overwhelming wave of shame. Mortified, I covered my pussy with both my hands. I said to Raju, "Raju, let me go now. I'm getting late. I need to go take a bath." But Raju grabbed my wrist and, gently pulling my hands away from my pussy, asked, "But at least tell me, what exactly is this?" How could I possibly tell him that this substance was nothing else but actually his mama's dried-up cum, the very stuff he had left inside my pussy last night? I simply said, "It's nothing. Just let me go." Saying this, I tried to get up from the bed. But before I could rise, Raju gently laid me back down and said, "Hey, where are you going?! Just stay lying down. Let me take a look." I asked, "What is there to look at?" Raju replied, "Plenty." Saying this, he began to stare intently at my pussy once again. After gazing at it for a while, he remarked, "Yes, now I finally understand what this actually is." Blushing slightly, I asked Raju, "What?" Wearing a mischievous grin, Raju replied, "That very thing, the reason you were screaming so loudly last night!" I realized that Raju was referring to the sex session between Bijan and me the previous night, the one he had been eavesdropping on while standing right outside our bedroom door. I said, "So, you were standing outside our bedroom listening last night?" I half-expected Raju to either deny it or look embarrassed upon hearing this, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, flashing that same mischievous grin again, he said, "What could I do, Mami? You and Mama were screaming and shouting so loudly last night that, well, it wasn't just me; I bet people all the way down to the apartment below could hear you!" Then, looking directly at me, he asked, "Mami, do you always scream like that whenever you have sex with Mama? Because when you have sex with me, you certainly don't scream nearly as loudly. So, is Mama's cock bigger and thicker than mine, so much so that it hurts you to take it inside your pussy, which is why you scream like that?" Hearing this question from Raju, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. How could I possibly tell him that I had been screaming like that last night specifically so that he standing outside would be able to hear it? And that, in reality, his mama's cock was actually smaller than his own.


I didn't really feel like badmouthing Bijan's cock in front of Raju. So, lying to him, I said, "Yes, of course your mama's cock is big." But that led to a bit of a complication. Hearing this, Raju asked, "Mami, tell me, just how big is Mama's cock? If it's even bigger than mine, then it must be roughly the size of my hand, right?" Now, what kind of answer could I possibly give to that? So, I simply nodded my head, without saying a word. But for some reason, seeing me confirm it with a nod brought Raju immense joy. Beaming like a small child, he exclaimed, "Oh, wow! So, if Mama's cock is that big, it must hurt you when you take it, doesn't it?" To this question, I told only half the truth. I said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. But in the beginning, back when we first started having sex after our marriage, it certainly did." Raju asked, "So, the very first time you saw Mama's cock, were you shocked? Were you scared?" This time, too, I spoke the truth: "I wasn't exactly scared. But yes, I was definitely shocked. Though now, I've gotten quite used to it." Hearing this, Raju asked, "Do you two have sex every single night?" I replied, "Why? Do you want to listen in?" Hearing that, Raju blushed a little. He realized that I had figured out exactly what he was planning. Without saying another word, he just smiled sheepishly. Seeing him blush like that, I added, "We used to do it every night back then. But we don't anymore. Still, we definitely do it at least four days a week." Suddenly, Raju asked, "Will you be doing it again tonight?" I replied, "I don't know. If your mama gets in the mood later tonight, then maybe we will." Hearing this, Raju fell silent for a moment. He seemed to be deep in thought. I got the feeling that he wanted to say something to me, but couldn't quite bring himself to say it. So I asked him, "What's the matter? What are you thinking about?" Raju looked at me in surprise and said, "Nothing. I was just thinking about something. Nothing in particular. I’ll tell you later. Just let me get on with my work right now." I asked, "What work?" Raju replied, "You know, the very thing I started, but haven't finished yet." I realized he was talking about licking my pussy. But to be honest, I wasn't in the mood to let him lick it just then. That was because, after getting fucked by Bijan last night, I hadn't cleaned myself up yet. Bijan's cum was still lingering inside my pussy and all over the surrounding area. And in that state, the very idea of letting Raju lick my pussy was completely out of the question. I said, "No, no. There’s no need for you to do anything right now. Let me go take a shower first. You can finish your work later." But Raju flatly rejected my suggestion, saying, "Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere right now, not even to shower. Let me finish my work first; then you can go wherever you please." At that point, I had no choice but to tell him the truth: "Please, Raju. Try to understand my situation. I really don't want you to lick my pussy right now." Raju asked, "And why so?" Blushing slightly, I explained, "Well, you can see the state my pussy is in. I haven't cleaned it at all since last night. Let me take a shower first; you can lick my pussy afterwards." Raju insisted, "No, Mami. I’m going to lick your pussy right now. And I’m going to lick it exactly as it is, in this very state." I protested, "But Raju, your Mama's cum is still all over it!" Raju grinned and said, "That’s exactly why I want to lick your pussy! I’ll lick it clean for you." This remark of his reminded me of another incident from the past. About three years ago, when, at Bijan’s behest, I was having sex with other men for the very first time, I had laid down a condition for him. I told him that, in accordance with his wishes, I would indeed have sex with men other than him. However, I stipulated that after the act, once the man had ejaculated inside my pussy, I would neither wash it out with water nor wipe it clean with a tissue-paper. The condition was this: every time I finished having sex with a different man, I would present my freshly-fucked pussy still brimming with that man's cum to Bijan. And Bijan would be required to clean my cum-filled pussy by licking it clean with his tongue. That, I declared, would be his punishment. Every time he used his tongue to lick the other man's cum out of my pussy, he would be forced to confront the reality of his own mistake, the realization that he was the one driving his own wife into the arms of other men. I hadn't expected Bijan to agree to such a condition. But, to my surprise, not only did Bijan accept my terms, but after every sexual encounter, he would voluntarily lick my cum-filled pussy clean with his tongue. This routine continued for roughly one to two years. Yet, while performing this act, he displayed neither sorrow nor regret; on the contrary, he seemed to derive pleasure from it. He would happily lick the other men's cum out of my pussy, and whenever he did so, I could discern a distinct look of joy on his face. Eventually, however, I decided on my own to put an end to this practice. I simply no longer felt comfortable with the idea of Bijan licking other men's cum out of my pussy. Thus, gradually, the practice faded away as well. But now, years later, Raju has insisted on licking the dried cum of Bijan himself out of my pussy. And in doing so, he has once again reminded me of that old chapter from the past. I said nothing to him; I simply cupped his head in my hands and guided it down toward my pussy. I placed it there with love. The rest is up to him. And I am confident that he will do his job perfectly as his mama used to do it a long way before. (Contd.)

 

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Part 202 - Raju Surprised Pihu

 

Pihu’s POV- Despite my protests, Raju forcibly licked my pussy clean. While licking me, he likely tasted the dried-up remnants of the cum Bijan had left inside me previous night during our sex. However, out of sheer embarrassment, I couldn't bring myself to ask him about it. Anyway, after thoroughly licking my pussy, Raju clearly had every intention of fucking me as well. But I stopped him, saying, “No, Raju, let's hold off for now. It’s already quite late, I’ve been held up for too long today as it is. All the household chores are still pending. Let me take a bath first, finish the housework, and cook lunch. Later, after we’ve had our lunch, we can have sex again today, just like we did yesterday.” Sounding a bit annoyed by this, Raju grumbled, “Oh, come on, Mami! I thought I’d get to fuck you for a round right now. It’s hard to have a good session in the afternoon; you never know when Mama (uncle) might return from the office.” I laughed and replied, “Don’t worry. Nothing like that will happen today. You can fuck me for as long as you want today.” Raju asked, “Why so?” I explained, “Before leaving for work, your Mama told me that he has some urgent business at the office today, so he’ll be getting back late.” Hearing this, Raju’s mood instantly brightened. He grabbed me, planted a kiss on my cheek, and said, “You’ve truly made me happy by telling me that! So, it’s settled: our fuck-session is definitely on for this afternoon, right after lunch.” I replied, “Done.” Then I added, “Now let go of me. I need to go, all the housework is piling up, and I need to get it all done before I can go take my bath.” Raju immediately released me. He said, “Alright. You go finish your chores. In the meantime, I’ll go brush my teeth and freshen up.” I got up from Raju’s bed, slipped into my maxi, and set about doing the housework. Raju, too, headed into the bathroom to get ready for the day. First, I prepared breakfast for Raju. He sat down to eat, while I set about finishing the household chores. Then, after about an hour and a quarter, I headed toward the bathroom to take a bath. Seeing me head in that direction, Raju stopped me and said, "Come on, Mami, let me take a bath too." I laughed and replied, "I’m already running late as it is. I still have to perform my prayers, and then lunch remains to be cooked. Listen, I can certainly take you in to bathe with me, but you mustn't get up to any mischief today." He replied, "I won't. Whatever I do, I’ll save it for the afternoon." I said, "Alright then, come along; let's bathe together." With that, we both stepped into the bathroom. We each stripped off our clothes and stood naked. The moment I was bare, Raju grabbed me; for a while, he squeezed and suckled my boobs, and then he turned on the shower. As soon as the shower started, we were both drenched. I turned off the shower and began applying liquid soap to my body. Raju started applying soap all over my body and rubbing it in. He lathered my chest thoroughly, rubbing it well, and gave my boobs a good squeeze. Then, as he applied soap to my armpits and rubbed them, he asked, "Mami (aunty), you clean the hair from your armpits every day, don't you?" I replied, "Yes, I do." Raju asked, "So, you didn't do it today?" I said, "Let it be for today; I’m already running late anyway. I’ll clean it tomorrow." Raju immediately said, "What do you mean, 'let it be'? Why worry when I’m right here? I’ll shave them for you right now." I said, "Never mind. I don't actually shave them anyway, there’s a risk of getting cut. I use hair removal cream instead." Raju insisted, "Just wait; today, I’ll personally shave your armpits and your pussy for you." I replied, "Just leave it. I’ll probably nick myself somewhere. And besides, I don’t even have a razor." He replied, "I have one. A brand-new one, too. I’ll go get it right now." Saying this, he immediately left the bathroom and returned a short while later. In his hand was a new razor. I said, "Never mind. I’ll do it myself." But Raju wouldn't listen to me. Eventually, it was decided that he would shave one of my armpits, and afterward, I would shave my other armpit and my pussy myself. After getting married, I used to shave using a razor exclusively. Later, however, I switched to using hair removal cream, as it eliminated the risk of cuts. But today, all because of Raju, I found myself having to shave my armpits and pussy with a razor again for the first time in years. I warned Raju, "Shave carefully. If you nick me even slightly, you’re going to be in big trouble." He reassured me, "Don’t worry. I shave my beard with a razor just like this every single day. Nothing will happen. Just don’t move." Raju first applied soap thoroughly to my armpit, working it into a lather with some water. Then, he slowly began to shave my armpit with the razor. After he finished shaving my armpit, he asked me, "Look, Mami, did I nick you anywhere?" Glancing at my armpit, I said, "No. There aren't any cuts." Raju replied, "See? You were worrying for no reason. Didn't I tell you that I'm used to this? Come on, give me your other armpit; I'll shave that one for you too." Raju said this quite casually. However, one thing he said struck me as odd. He mentioned that he was "used to this." What exactly did that mean? Did he shave other people's armpits like this as well? Was it a girl? If so, who was she? Surely, Raju must still be hiding something from me. What was the real truth? Or was I simply overthinking things? Perhaps he had just said it in passing. Or maybe he was referring to shaving his own beard. I didn't know. But that thought stuck in my mind. And with that very thought lingering my mind, I extended my other armpit toward him as well.

Raju applied soap and water to my other armpit as well, just as he had done with the first, creating a lather, and then, with great care, he shaved this armpit using the razor. Next, he rinsed both my armpits with water to check if any hair remained. I, too, observed that he had done a thorough job of shaving my armpits, and without inflicting a single cut. Then Raju said, "Mami, sit on that commode seat for a moment. I’ll shave your pubic hair as well." I replied, "Leave the pubic hair alone, Raju. What if you nick me somewhere?" Reassuring me, he said, "Nothing will happen. Just sit down and let me do my job." Saying this, he gently guided me onto the commode seat. Then, spreading my legs apart, he knelt down on the bathroom floor right between them. Just as he had done with my armpits, he first applied soap to my pussy and then worked it into a lather with water. Then, with the same care, he shaved my pubic hair using that razor. Once shaved, my pussy looked clean and smooth. After rinsing it with water, Raju took a look and said, "Yes, that looks perfect now." Gazing down at my freshly shaved pussy, I remarked, "Wow, Raju! You really did a fantastic job shaving. It looks like this is something you do every day, isn't it?" Hearing this, Raju paused for a moment, looking at me with a slightly startled expression. The surprise in his eyes was unmistakable. He seemed to be trying to figure out why I would say such a thing. Regaining his composure, he replied, "Yes, I do it every day. I shave my beard every morning, so I’m used to it." That is what he said, but, truth be told, I still didn't quite believe him. I was absolutely convinced that he was hiding something, and I was determined to find out what it was. By this time, quite a while had passed since he had started shaving my armpits and pussy. Then Raju spoke up, "Mami, it’s getting late. Come on, let’s take a quick shower." I stepped back under the showerhead. Raju washed my entire body with soap. I reciprocated, applying soap to his body and washing him in the same way. I even washed his cock. Then, after thoroughly rinsing off the lather, we finished our bath. Afterward, we dried ourselves off with towels and stepped out of the bathroom. I then performed my prayers and began preparing lunch, while Raju sat down to watch TV. I had expected him to come over and tease me while I worked, but he did nothing of the sort. Like a well-behaved child, he sat there quietly watching TV the entire time. Not once did he come into the kitchen or even wander over toward me. I was actually longing for him to come to me, but he made no move. I finished cooking, and afterward, we both sat down to eat. By the time we finished our lunch, it was half-past one in the afternoon. Even while we were eating, Raju didn't make a single move on me; we simply engaged in normal conversation. However, by that point, I was burning with desire on the inside. First, the mood for sex had been set early that morning, yet nothing had happened. Later, in the bathroom, even though the opportunity had presented itself while we were bathing, Raju still hadn't fucked me. Now, I was absolutely determined to get fucked by him. So, after we finished eating, I went into the kitchen, quickly washed the dishes, and headed straight to my bedroom. Raju was already there. On his own initiative, he had closed all the bedroom windows and drawn the curtains across them, and he had turned on the air conditioner. I walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Just then, Raju got up from the bed and grabbed me from behind. Laughing, I said, "Hey there, can't you wait any longer? At least let me get to the bed first!" Without saying a word, Raju simply led me over to the bed himself. I, too, had been itching to get fucked by him since early that morning, though it hadn't worked out until now, so I was practically burning with desire on the inside. I quickly took off my maxi and stood naked. Raju, too, stripped off his clothes and stood completely nude. Before I could even fully remove my maxi, Raju had already grabbed one of my boobs, taken it into his mouth, and began sucking on it. I pressed his head firmly against my bosom. Raju lifted his head from my boobs, placed his lips upon mine, and, while passionately kissing me, began kneading my boobs as if he were working dough. I kissed him back just as passionately, and taking his cock in my hand, I began to stroke it. Enough with the kissing and caressing; enough with the oral play on our pussies and cocks. Now, I wanted to take his cock deep inside my pussy and get fucked thoroughly. But Raju kept driving my arousal even higher. After kissing my lips for quite some time, he began to kiss my entire face, first my forehead, then my cheeks. From there, kissing my chin, he moved his lips down toward my neck. Continuing to kiss my neck, he descended further until he reached my chest. He then extended his tongue and began circling it around my nipples. In an instant, both my nipples hardened and stood erect. I thought he would now take my nipples into his mouth and suck on them. But once again, he did not do so. Instead, he began to lick the cleavage between my boobs with his tongue. My cleavage grew wet with his saliva. Yet, he did not stop; time and again, he ran his tongue, slick with saliva, up and down the valley between my boobs. I began to writhe and squirm with intense sexual arousal, thrashing in my own desire. But Raju paid no heed to any of this; with both hands cupping my boobs, he simply continued to lick my cleavage relentlessly.


Now, he took one of my nipples between his fingers and began to twist it. This heightened my arousal even further, and goosebumps rose all over my body instantly. Yet, he did not let go of my nipple; he continued to twist it while pulling on it. It was painful, but I was enjoying it as well. A guttural sound escaped my throat, "Uff..." Hearing this sound seemed to fill Raju with even greater fervor. He now seized my other nipple in the exact same manner, tugging at it while twisting it around. Now, both my nipples were firmly in Raju's grasp, and so was I. Raju continued to relentlessly pull and twist both my nipples. Helpless in his arms, I writhed and moaned in agony and ecstasy. After tormenting me in this way for quite some time, he released one of my nipples, took it into his mouth, and began to suck on it vigorously. Yet, he still did not let go of my other nipple; he continued to pull and twist it just as before. And I continued to writhe. Even Bijan had never been able to give me such pleasure and bliss until today. I felt a surge of pride in Raju. He withdrew my first nipple from his mouth, took the second one in instead, and began to suck on it just as intensely as the first. Meanwhile, he started pulling and twisting the first nipple. It was almost too much for me to bear. Moaning in ecstasy, I reached down, grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it. The air conditioner was running in the room, yet I was drenched in sweat from the sheer intensity of my arousal. My entire body was glistening with perspiration. Suddenly, he lifted both my arms high above my head and gazed intently at my sweat-drenched armpits. Then, he brought his nose close to my armpit and began to inhale the scent of my sweat. I tried to lower my arms, but he held them so tightly that I was unable to bring them down. Meanwhile, Raju had already begun to rub his nose against my armpit. Squirming, I cried out to him, "What are you doing, Raju?! Let me go! That tickles!" But far from letting me go, Raju suddenly did something I had never anticipated. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick my armpit!!! I was feeling ticklish, and because of that, I was laughing. Seizing the opportunity, Raju rubbed his nose even more vigorously against my armpit while licking it with his tongue. He licked away every drop of sweat, cleaning my armpit completely. Before moving on to my other armpit, he paused in the middle, right on my chest. After sucking on both my nipples, he finally made his way to my other armpit. To ensure I couldn't stop him, he held my hands down firmly. Just as he had done with the first one, he rubbed his nose against this armpit as well, then stuck out his tongue and began to lick it. I started feeling ticklish all over again and burst into laughter. I laughed so hard that tears began to stream from my eyes. But Raju didn't let up; he continued to lick my armpit. After licking both my armpits to his heart's content and cleaning them thoroughly, Raju paused for a moment. Then, he released my hands. Pressing down on my boobs as he moved his hands downward, he positioned his mouth directly over my pussy. I was already aroused, and having my armpits licked like that had only heightened my excitement. My pussy was dripping with juices, completely soaked and glistening wet. Raju slid his tongue inside me and began to lick my pussy deeply. I started to writhe with pleasure once again. My pussy was already brimming with its own juices, and the moment Raju's tongue touched it, it began to throb uncontrollably. Panting heavily, I somehow managed to gasp out, "Raju, please don't torment me anymore like this! Put your cock inside me right now, fuck me!" Lifting his head while still licking my pussy, Raju replied, "Mami, I've been wanting to fuck you since this morning, but you were the one who kept turning me down!" I retorted, "Yes, I did turn you down back then. But now I'm the one telling you: fuck me, right now! I can't hold back any longer." Raju sensed my condition; lifting his mouth away from my pussy, he said, "Alright, Mami, now I'm going to fuck you." Saying this, he lay down on top of me, positioned his cock against the entrance of my pussy, and gave a thrust. Although my pussy was already brimming with my own juices, with this thrust, only the head of Raju's cock slid inside. His cock had grown larger than before, so as the head entered my pussy, I felt a slight twinge of pain. However, the pain was manageable, so I didn't say anything to Raju. He delivered a second thrust, and with it, half of his cock slid deep inside me. Then, he pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock almost entirely from my pussy, only the very tip remained inside. He gripped my hips again and delivered a powerful thrust. With this forceful thrust, his cock plunged deep inside me, burying itself completely within my pussy. The head of his cock slammed hard against my cervix. This caused me even more pain than before. Yet, I still remained silent. For in that moment, while being fucked by Raju, the pleasure I was experiencing far outweighed the pain. And I was determined to savor that pleasure to the very last drop, no matter what.


Raju now gripped my waist firmly and began fucking me, thrusting his cock deep inside my pussy. My pussy was so slick with my own juices that Raju’s cock slid in effortlessly, sinking deep inside me. Raju, too, was fucking me hard and fast right from the start. He kept driving his entire cock into my pussy in a single, powerful thrust. Then, he would pull his hips back, withdrawing his cock from my pussy. Each time, he would pull it out only as far as the head; the tip of his cock remained embedded inside me throughout. Then, with a single thrust, he would drive his entire cock back inside me again. He was fucking me with such intense vigor right from the beginning that holding back my orgasm felt like a real challenge. I felt as though I was going to orgasm right then and there, even though I hadn't been fucking with Raju for even five minutes yet. Last night, too, I had been so aroused that while being fucked by Bijan, I had thought of Raju and orgasmed within just five minutes of the act. Bijan had been astonished to see how quickly I had come. Today, it felt like I wouldn't even last the full five minutes like I did yesterday; I would likely orgasm even sooner than that. And before I reached my orgasm, I wanted to savor every moment of this powerful fucking. So, as Raju fucked me, I began to moan and pant: "Uff... Raju... fuck me harder... you’re fucking me so well... you’ve really become a pro at this!" As he continued to fuck me, Raju replied, "Mami, I’ve only been able to learn all this thanks to you." As I was getting fucked, I murmured, “Yes... right now, you’re trying out the very lesson on me I taught you... Uff... Ahh... Ohh... you fuck so well... you’ve truly become a master at this game... keep fucking me just like this... don’t stop... just keep fucking...” I kept babbling on like this while Raju continued to fuck me relentlessly. Suddenly, he pulled me toward him, lifted my legs, and placed them over his shoulders. This raised my entire lower body, everything below my waist, up into the air. In that very position, Raju thrust his cock back into my pussy and resumed fucking me. Only my back remained on the bed; my waist and the rest of my lower body were suspended in the air. Raju kept pounding into me hard and fast. The force of his thrusts made my entire body shake. My boobs, too, were bouncing wildly, a sight that caught Raju’s eye. He cupped my shaking boobs in both his hands, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he continued to pound my pussy. I had been getting fucked by him for nearly ten minutes by now, and somehow, I had managed to hold off my orgasm. But now, it was becoming impossible to hold back. Raju was pounding into me with such intensity that it was inevitable I would orgasm at any moment. My whole body began to writhe, and I was on the verge of coming. Raju realized that I was about to orgasm as well; he began to fuck me even harder. I couldn't hold back any longer. Crying out loudly, "Umm... Oh God... I'm going to come... Raju... keep fucking me... don't stop!" I dug my fingernails into the bedspread and orgasmed. My legs remained lifted high, resting on Raju’s shoulders; in this position, my pussy was level with his stomach. And just as I orgasmed, a stream of hot, wet juices began to gush from my pussy, spilling onto Raju’s stomach and chest. Seeing me orgasm, Raju stopped thrusting, but he didn't pull his cock out of my pussy; his cock remained deeply embedded inside me. A strong jet of my juices flowed out, washing over his cock as it spilled onto the bed. Once my orgasm subsided, Raju lifted my legs from his shoulders and placed them back down on the bed gently. Yet, even then, his cock remained inside my pussy. After a few moments, once I had regained some control over my breathing, Raju asked me, "Mami, that felt good, didn't it?" Laughing, I replied, "Incredibly so. But I’ve just orgasmed. Don't start fucking me hard again right away. Start fucking me slowly for now." Hearing this, Raju said, "Mami, I know you must be tired after orgasming. I’m going to fuck you in a way that gives you some rest." I asked, "How?" He replied, "I’m going to fuck you in the 'spooning' position." I asked, "What is that?" With his cock still inside my pussy, Raju began to kiss my lips while gently squeezing my boobs. After doing this for a little while, I started getting aroused all over again. Then Raju said to me, "Mami, turn over and lie facing that way, so your face points that way and your back faces me. I’ll fuck you while we’re lying on our sides like this. This is what’s called the 'spooning' position." I asked, "Where did you learn all this? I certainly didn't teach you any of this; did you learn it all by watching porn?" In response to my question, Raju said something that left me completely astonished. He said, "Mami, just eat the mango, why are you bothering to count the pits? I want to fuck you and give you the utmost pleasure. Right now, what difference does it make to you where or how I learned all this? Just let me fuck you and enjoy yourself." (Contd.)

 

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[ananth1986]

Raju learnt from outside and tricking his Mami.
Very erotic to read.
Thank you so much.

[Neelkantha]

Raju learnt from outside and tricking his Mami.
Very erotic to read.
Thank you so much.

But from where had he learnt all this???