Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES

[ashishrajan]

Bhavna and Kishor met her friends and returned to their home.Bhavna Kishor were dreaming of hot spicy sex.In Saturday Sonia go for bike trip, this time
Pratyusha and few of her college mates, teenagers riding motorcycle gives them enjoyment.
Bhavna beep her bike and ring the bell, holding the flowers Bhavna's just picked up on her way.
Roses or lilies, Bhavna wondered, before settling on a combination of both.

The door opens, and there Kishor is, with his smile that cheers her up. They kiss there on the
threshold, a peck that turns into a short kiss, then a longer one. Kishor take the flowers from her,
"aww, thank Kishor, they're lovely!", and they enter our home.

Bhavna close the door behind her, feeling the change of scene, and subtly begin to relax. They've
been living here for two years, but it already feels like a lifetime. Kishor'vs turned it into a
comfortable place for her, made it a home for both, with his tasteful choice of color and fabric
everywhere.
Bhavna knew this was the inner Kishor, that Bhavna had to allow to bloom, but Kishor were
hesitant. Bhavna had to create that safe space for Kishor, let Kishor try out things without
judgement.Bhavna saw his inner femininity and that is what drew her to Kishor, set her on fire
when Bhavna was in Kishor. It was after a month of slowly getting comfortable with each other
sexually, that Bhavna called Kishor "her gurl" for the first time. Bhavna could feel Kishor clench
around her then.
"Wash up honey, dinner's on the table in five!" Bhavna hear Kishor call out.

"I can't wait!" Bhavna. Kishor taking on an excessively girly role. Bhavna let Kishor, relishing
the role of "daddy", making Kishor her little bitch. After a few months though, as Kishor finally
bloomed sexually, with a confidence all his own, Bhavna knew Bhavna didn't want a sissy pet, a
sissy bitch, a sissy plaything - Bhavna wanted a sissy wife. "Down memory lane again?"

"Just reminding myself. Three months next week."

"Aww, I remembered! It has been a while, hasn't it?"

"It has." Bhavna embrace Kishor, her arms around Kishor, kissing more wantonly now, our
breath coming faster, until Kishor pull away and they stand nose to nose, looking into each
other's eyes. "And Kishor're just as beautiful as when Bhavna first saw Kishor."

"Well, come along now hubby," Kishor reach down and trace the bulge in her trousers, "let's
finish dinner."
They hold hands, both of us warming up for the night. They chat about work, about errands,
before the talk turns to planning for the future. Bhavna stroke his hair, "oh my sweet baby,"
slowly move his nose around her pubic hair. A desire arises to make his face messy today. A
look is exchanged between us, as Bhavna trace her fingers down his forehead, his nose, his lips.
A thumb slips between his lips, Kishor suck on it like a pacifier. "Love your face baby," Bhavna
tell Kishor, and Kishor nod, understanding. Kishor take her hand and kiss it, then as Bhavna
extend two fingers, Kishor hold them, draw them to his mouth, opening wide. Bhavna extend
into his throat, making Kishor gag on purpose. His hands are stroking her thigh now. Three
fingers now, and Bhavna switch hands, holding her right hand under his chin as Bhavna use the
other as a sort of saliva collector, withdrawing her fingers and letting them drip.
Bhavna tilt his chin up, before running her palm down his face, smearing Kishor. Bhavna make
two more passes, covering his forehead, cheeks, nose.
"Mmm, I love our juices baby," Kishor moan, getting turned on, "love smelling you, love your
sweat, love your musk!"

Bhavna lean down and kiss Kishor, Kishor stick out his tongue and Bhavna suck on it, then stand
up and take his face in her hands. Kishor make his body go limp, ready to be used by her.
Bhavna shake her hips, smacking his cheeks, before lining up with his mouth, until Kishor open
his lips and Bhavna slide in. Bhavna go deep, deep, deep right at the beginning, feeling out his
throat. Kishor gag, Bhavna push roughly in, Kishor gag again. Bhavna stroke his forehead, her
fingers tracing the ridge of his nose, pinch his nostrils closed as Bhavna go in. They lock eyes.
"My baby," Bhavna murmur, as his body twitches, choking on her pussy. His hands stroke her
thighs, Kishor gag violently, throat still plugged.
Bhavna wipe away the tears under his eyes, and then Kishor tap her legs. Bhavna pull out
instantly, and Kishor take a deep inhale, as Bhavna pause, a webbing of saliva connecting her
pussy to his mouth. Bhavna shake her hips again, dbanging these strands across his face, letting
them hang off his chin and eyelashes.

Bhavna move her hands to cradle his head, holding Kishor under the base of his skull, as Bhavna
begin to saw in and out. Bhavna've wetted his mouth nicely, and every stroke sounds out
sloppily. His mouth pussy, so maneuverable, so dextrous, so visually stimulating, her favorite
pussy if Bhavna'm being honest. So wonderfully surrounded with other textures ... his tongue
slaking out from underneath, his lips sliding, his fingers reaching up now. Bhavna moan and
momentarily close her eyes, as Kishor trace her labia, and Bhavna can see Kishor twinkle up at
her as extend his fingers under her shaft, making one long erotic transition for her on each stroke
- fingers, tongue, lips, mouth, throat.

Before Bhavna know it Bhavna'm tensing up over Kishor, stroking his hair and clenching her
jaw with the strain of containing herself, curving her pussy into Kishor, droll slipping down his
tongue. Bhavna'm going deep into Kishor now, his throat relaxed for her, every stroke a whump!
whump! whump! as the tip of his tongue curves up to tickle her clit sac.
Bhavna regain her breath slowly, remaining crouched above Kishor, holding on to his hair, as
Kishor slurp on her softly, his tongue circling her, licking her clean before letting her pop out.

Bhavna pick Kishor up, put Kishor on the counter, grab his ass cheeks, pressing Kishor to her,
and kiss Kishor wildly. They are putty in each other's hands.
As Bhavna knead his flesh, Kishor whisper, "yes baby, grab my ass, it's yours, You own it. You
know that, right? You remember that, right?" It was part of their personal wedding vows,
Bhavna had promised to respect and protect Kishor, and Kishor had promised to always be
available for her desires, "I vow to never refuse her female desires, to always find for it a home
in her body".
"Whose man pussy is this baby?" Bhavna slip a finger into Kishor. "Oh, yes ... yours, baby,
yours, daddy." Another lurch from her, another smile from Kishor. Bhavna slip her tongue into
his mouth, letting Kishor suck it, as Bhavna probe deeper with her finger, occupying both his
holes now.

Kishor sense this moment of possession, and wrap his legs around her, moaning as Bhavna add
another finger. Kishor move his hand to her neck as Kishor stare at her, relaxing his ass for her,
suppressing even subconscious resistance. Bhavna twist her fingers in Kishor, and his gaze
softens, Kishor are entering a deeply submissive phase now. Kishor pull her neck in, they share a
molten kiss, and Bhavna feel how his body is warming up.

"They're so good together, baby," Kishor whisper in her ear as Bhavna pull away, "so good."
Then, placing her hand on his cock, stroking it,

Bhavna'm shaking her fingers inside Kishor, slowly sliding the third one in, letting the tip slide
between the first two, watching his mouth open as Kishor feel her stretch Kishor open, gape his
pussy open to fit her fingers. Kishor throw his head back as all three fingers are in, as Bhavna
rotate them now, his legs shaking and then falling limp by his side. This tells her Kishor're ready
now, ready to take her. Bhavna nod at Kishor, and Kishor nod back. Bhavna pick Kishor up, and
carry Kishor backwards, out to our bed, where Bhavna lower Kishor down.

They giggle and kiss, and Bhavna work her way down, removing any shreds of clothing that
stand in her way. Bhavna kiss his chest, and lick his nipples, letting them harden. Bhavna love
how Kishor're a little chubby - because Bhavna like to have something to hold on to when they
make love, and those tight little skinny gurls Bhavna lusted after earlier just aren't her thing any
more - but also because Kishor've got baby fat in all the right places, and Bhavna can bunch up
his "breasts" and stuff them in her mouth, suck on them. Bhavna know Kishor like it too, Bhavna
can hear Kishor moan and suck in his breath when Kishor feel her tongue flick his hard nubs
inside her mouth.

Bhavna stand up and grab his ass cheeks, lifting Kishor up and carrying Kishor to bed. This isn't
the first time, won't be the last, but each time feels like new with Kishor. Kishor're licking her
ear, whispering, turning her on more, making sure Bhavna stay hard for Kishor. "Yeah baby, I'm
your little gurl tonight, I need you. You gonna take me, huh? You gonna use me? Pound my
sweet little ass? I need you tonight, my man pussy needs you, it's hungry for you."

This is it, this is what keeps it so fresh for her, his words, his need for her, and how Kishor show
it. They do some chores along the way, tidying up a table, setting the heat, turning some lights
off ... and pass by a wall where they've hung our pics.
Kishor shimmy up, and roll around, before lying on his side and smiling as Bhavna go to the
dresser and pick up the pearls. The pearls. The ones Kishor know Bhavna like Kishor to wear
sometimes. Kishor sit up and let her come behind Kishor and put them on. It is the only thing
Kishor wear, the only thing any of them wears right now as Bhavna spoon Kishor from behind
and stroke Kishor, stroke his sides, then turn Kishor and push Kishor in a motion that Kishor
know means Bhavna want Kishor on his back, spread-eagled.

Bhavna has tied black strapon she has seen, it is meera who got one for her, Bhavna said.
Bhavna,” I think Sonia needs one too to use on Nikhil.”
Kishor,” forget about our daughter, she is smarter one, she will get one herself, it took you 45
years to get one.”
"I love it," Kishor gush, lifting his foot and shaking it. Bhavna lie atop Kishor, her cock grinding
into Kishor, both of us eager for what comes next. "Wait!" Kishor suddenly exclaim and bound
up and off, pick up something and come back. "Had to put it on for today," Kishor show her his
finger. Of course, Bhavna forgot lubricating condom to wrap strapon so it wil be safe and easy,
so appropriate on their love session.
"Your boy wife ready now," Kishor say, lifting up his legs. Bhavna re-position her self and
nuzzle her face in his taint, sniffing the heavy perfume Kishor've soaked himself in down there.
Impatient now, Bhavna rise up and place herself at his entrance, and let herself fall down slowly,
her arms sliding along his legs until Kishor're bent under her, upturned, ass pussy open and
relaxed.
Hard and soft, they meet each other. Claiming Kishor in that timeless way, delivering her cock
into his hot and tight embrace. "Enough, my wonderful woman, be rough with me now, I want
you to use me, use ... your man wife." Bhavna reach for his shoulders, gripping them, trapping
his legs in place, then clench her whole body, jerking her cock deep in a single thrust. His eyes
bulge, his mouth drops open as Kishor exhale sharply, then Kishor refocus and smile at her,
"Mmm, someone is revving up tonight."
Kishor’s face is tensed up, Bhavna stroking hard and fast, watching Kishor periodically close his
eyes and moan in his special way, "oh baby, oh baby, ohh". They enter that zone, where Bhavna
feel she is flying, her body oozing sweat, all of it sliding, hanging dripping on Kishor.

Kishor urge her on, "baby, unh, baby you know, unh, I can take it, unh, give it to me baby, unh,
fuck, unh," his voice rising, shouting now, "give it all to me, fucking give it to me, fucking fuck
me, unh, fuck! Fuck your man slut good, baby, fuck your gigolo good! oh baby fuck me, fuck
me baby, fuck me baby, fuck me baby".
His penis was dribbling a bit earlier, and is leaking hard now, Bhavna feel Kishor a big clench
and release around her cock as Kishor shiver and cum under her, very watery, little rivulets
pooling on his navel and sliding down his tummy.

Slap slap squelch slap ... their sounds surround them, both of them deeply feeling the buzz now,
the world around them fading away. Bhavna'm going hard now, her strapon really slapping his
cheeks on every stroke. His arms, supporting her, feel like iron pillars.

Kishor've suddenly gone calmer, Bhavna call it his "sissy zone". No longer vigorously shouting
and grunting, Kishor're moaning, long-drawn out ones. Kishor look up and wipe the sweat off
her forehead, then stroke her face, "I love when you fuck me like this, your artificial cock
pounding me, hitting my spot every time. You are my protectorate strong woman and I'm your
gurl, and we're so good together and why not we did it earlier, your fingers were fun, so I could
take that tool little easy way!"
One hand on her neck, Kishor slide the other down her breasts, holding, pushing, stroking, then
sit up a bit, reaching behind her and placing his fingers where her clits lightly brush against
them. The sensation makes her groan loudly.
"I want you to cum for me now, I want my strong wife to empty her pussy down and your
cum in your slut husband’s ass drenching it, bathing it." Bhavna's so far gone Bhavna can only
grunt in approval, while bothre clearly enjoying, urging her on, "Do it baby, flood my ass cheeks,
I want to feel explode inside me." Bhavna can feel the onrush deep down, rising up, up, up.

"Close, baby, so close," Bhavna whisper as Bhavna shut her eyes and grimace, freeze in place,
her strapon cock flexing inside Kishor as Bhavna spew within, pumping out jets that splash
against his ass pussy walls. Bhavna hear his sharp intake of breath as Kishor feel this, "Feel so
deliciously full, baby, full of your nectar, full of honey."

Kishor kiss her, and Bhavna lower down, no longer supporting herself. Bhavna lower his legs,
now just lying atop Kishor. "Love you baby," Bhavna whisper. "Me too," Kishor whisper back,
stretching his legs, rubbing our calves together.

Bhavna bring the sheets around them, covering them, slowly drift to sleep, not wanting to slip
out just yet. Somewhere in the night Bhavna must've rolled off Kishor, Bhavna woke up before
morning light once because Bhavna was extremely thirsty for some reason, and slowly drew
back the covers to look at Kishor, lying there, sleeping contentedly, peacefully.

Bhavna cuddled up to Kishor, not wanting to wake Kishor up but unable to stop herself from
tracing her hand over his body, his face, his neck, shoulders, nipples, tummy, legs ... Bhavna
reach a finger under Kishor, feeling the moist sheets where Bhavna's leaked out of Kishor, scoop
up a large one, do no tknow how many times. Bhavna's reminded of every time Bhavna's jacked
off alone, into her hand, into tissues, onto sheets below her, marveling at how lucky Bhavna was
to find, in Kishor, a warm and loving place for her cum.
Bhavna stretch when Bhavna wake up, reaching out her arms and finding Kishor not in bed, her
strapon was still tied to her waist, she removed it, removed lubriacted condom covering it, the
bedsheet was smelling musky smell, it was wet from both Kishor and her cum, oh God ho
wmuch they have enjoyed that night, she realized why the women above 60 love to fuck hunk’s
asses, their tight butt muscle will provide greater resistance and in turn more pleasure for
women, women are queen here with pleasure unlimited guarenteed, why not she used strapon
earlier, she sighed but she can use it anytimes.
Kishor’s bangles sounding told her he is in kitchen. She walked lazily in her tight jeans and black
bra, Sonia has called her she is staying with Pratyusha so no issue and it is Sunday no college.she
looked into kitchen Kishor’s ass seamed getting bigger as his breasts, his ass wrapped in saree
was punching out as he was bending in sink cleaning vegetables. Bhavna could not control her,
she walked behind her husband Kishor and grabbed his both bums tightly and gave three hard
slaps, Kishor gave moaning sound and Bhavna kissed him hard.
Bhavna,” I will cut vegetables.”
Kishor,” Na jee, from now on you will not enter kitchen excpet for fuck and fun, it is my
department , from now on you are my Goddess, you are my owner.”
Bhavna mouth remained open, what an attitude change in one night.
Kishor,” what you want jee.” He was blushing like newly wedded bride after her fierst night. His
eyes looking down. Respected term Jee was giving goosebumps to Bhavna, she even never
addresses Kishor in her intial days of marriage.
Bhavna sense his softness, his desire to be taken, and something correspondingly changes in her.
Her hands go to his throat, holding Kishor gently as Bhavna kiss Kishor, forcefully, completing
her sentence, "... wonderful, magical my man wife."

"My beautiful man, so sweet, feminine, wonderful ..." Bhavna see Kishor blush, even as Kishor
squeeze them harder, an acknowledgement of his submission as her wife, of the renunciation of
his manhood even as it continues to manifest physically this way. Bhavna breathe deeply,
Bhavna see his mouth drop open, his eyes grow soft.
Bhavna,” i want your ass again now.”
Kishor,” jee, you get it enough last night.”
Bhavna,” as your respected Jee I am telling it excites me everytime I see now, it is my request
can we have a sex like yesterday , you know your ass on my strapon.”
Kishor,” Jee, do not make request, it is your right, you can take it as your wish. I will go and
change bedsheet, then come to bedroom.”
Kishor started walking slowly in small steps to bedroom, Bhavna fixed her eyes on swaying ass
of her recently fucked husband who has changed into her completely submissive man wife. She
understood why he is walking slowly, it must be pain but with pleasure as his face was glowing
like first fuck pleasure for him and he was enthusiastic. Thank God Sonia is not here else what
will she say seeing her father in saree swaying hips slowly like a prostitute being gangbanged.

But who will wait for change of bedsheet, Bhavna took fast steps and both reached at bedroom,
she tied strapon with lubricant coating condom, Bhavna turn Kishor around and Kishor place his
hands against the tiles. Bhavna reach for the lube they always keep here (yes!) and wet her
fingers, working one in. "Mine," Bhavna whisper, adding more fingers, hearing his breathing
quicken.
Bhavna inserted her strapon and started bucking it. "Come for me, baby, let it go," Iurge your as
I begin to repeat these twisting, stabbing motions, keeping a finger and thumb on his cock, not
stroking it, just holding it in place.

Bhavna know Kishor are close, just needing that little nudge. "Squirt for me, honey, I know
your're close, so close. Let it all go, let it all out, there you go." Kishor scream, almost squealing,
and shoot over the tiles in front, shivering as Kishor cum.

Bhavna hug Kishor from behind, holding Kishor close, kissing Kishor, letting Kishor drop his
head against the wall, keep Kishor standing, grabbing onto his thighs when Bhavna feel Kishor
buckle. "So good," Kishor whisper, "so good."
"I know," Bhavna answer, kissing Kishor again before moving back, sliding her hands down his
spine, splitting his ass cheeks again, massaging them, adding more lube.
Bhavna rub her strapon cock over his hole, then place it and push, sliding in as Kishor hiss.
"Mine," Bhavna repeat, this time less of a whisper and more of a growl, and Bhavna see Kishor
nod imperceptibly, bracing his hands again as Bhavna grab on to his hips.

Bhavna'm making short, sharp strokes, all the way out and the ramming in, drawing out a grunt
from Kishor each time Bhavna bottom in Kishor. Kishor let out a long drawn out moan,
punctuated by exhales as Bhavna strike his pleasure spot. The way Kishor moan, his voice, is so
sexy to her, Bhavna feel it connect to her labia somehow, it turns her on more.
Kishor shake his hair and turn his head to the side, giving her that oh-so-inviting smile. "Yours,"
Kishor tell her, "your girly man, your submissive," then accentuating with his lips and tongue,
"your sissy. You like fucking your sissy wife, honey?"

All Bhavna can do is make noises now, no words form from her mouth. "Good, because your
sissy wife likes to be fucked, but only by You. I'm a slut, but only for you. So fuck me hard, fuck
me good, take what you want, give me that hot load, oh my dear Jee."

Bhavna's panting now, in the home stretch, her thrusts are further apart. Kishor rest his head on
the wall, still turned back, one hand moving to her face, the other reaching below to encounter
her balls, fondling them. "Do it baby, like you want to breed me from my lovehole!"

Bhavna grimace, her eyes close, holding Kishor, burying her face in his neck. Her pelvis against
his ass, his hand reaches down and cups them, lifts them, his fingernails behind them, lightly
scratching. Bhavna groan and pulse deeply in Kishor. erupting in Kishor, feeling some deep part
of her moving into Kishor, taking up residence in his body, meshing with his skin and tissues.

Bhavna grip Kishor tight in the aftershock of her massive orgasm, until they slowly find each
other's lips. Bhavna raise his left leg and twist Kishor to kiss Kishor better. "That was amazing
honey," Kishor whisper, ""Hand in glove," Kishor giggle, "promise me you'll always fuck me
like this."
Kishor,” look what mess you have done, it will take me whole day to clean bedsheet and now
floor. You brute you can not wait till I change bedsheet, look you have torn my blouse and bra
hook Jee, you are such brute impatient woman jee, jee tell me do you love your sissy’s ass, your
husband’s rosebud.”
Bhavna hugged him,” yes, I do love every part of your body, now get dressed , I will take bath
and we will go to for your blouse bra shopping and have brunch in nice hotel.”
Kishor,” Na jee Na, my ass is aching.”
Bhavna,” I promise I will ride slow, besides do you know why everyone loves bullet, because its
seat are so wide that even after fucked it is a nice cushion, so couples prefer it.”
Kishor,” Jee how many experience you have it.”
Bhavna,” I assure it will be a nice bullet ride for you , one memorable time.”
Kishor laughed, Bhavna gave a lip kiss, lifting him she took him to shower, water running
between them, Bhavna asked Kishor to clean her using his mouth, Kishor smiled and his tongue
roamed every inch of his wife’s strong body specially her pussy area giving Bhavna multiple
orgasms.

Kishor now wore a see through sexy chiffon saree with sexy low cut single string blouse with no
bra. He took all makeup carefully and jewellery. Finally painted his nailpolish, applied heena
design over his navel, waist finally lipstick. Bhavna quickly wore her black jeans and jacket with
no bra, her panty line outside showed it is not panty but her favourite strapon, the bulge was
lightly visible.
Bhavna,” looks like you will attract many eyes on road.”
Kishor,” Looks like you will be only predator, your bulge shows , how will I protect me.”
Bhavna,” from last night I think this strapon is my part, it gives me more energy, more fulfilness.
Ok lets roll for our marketing.”
Kishor bit his tongue,” Ayo Maa, I have forgotten, today is AmmaPuja, my two friends are
keeping fast for this day, they will break it in evening. They called me two days before, but I
have forgotten thanks to you and your new found tool. Lets go there, we can go for shopping
someother day.”
Bhavna,” Ok, mister, thanks Goddess my money got save today, by the way can not they handle
the puja.”
Kishor,” come on, we are men, for few months earlier we are in pant shirt, now we are in saree,
we have no idea, they are doing fast for 1
st
time, actually they will be stressed, who else is there
except me.”
Bhavna nodded,she started her bullet, Kishor sat onesided, on way Kishor opened his whatsapp,
he and his two friends have recently got permission from their wives to access social media,
though they are not active in facebook whatsapp is their best way of communication. Their group
name Teen Saheli where they share beauty tips, cooking dishes, homecare as other two friends
are new in saree it is Kishor who demonstrates mostly by video calling, it strengthened their
bonds. He looked at latest videos of how pooja is done and what are requirements. His one hand
was holding his bike riding wife’s waist and other hand holding his phone with earphones. He
requested Bhavna to drive slow which Bhavna was doing as obedient wife. Bhavna was speaking
something but got no reply, she turned her head slightly to see serious face of Kishor looking at
video. After Kishor finished watching the video, he asked Bhavna to stop bike near Puja Shop,
Bhavna stopped, it was huge rush of women in saree all were quite young and happened to be
recently married, Kishor quickly noted on his phone what items are necessary. He took his vanity
went to shop, after waiting for 15 minutes he gave list to the shopkeeper who happened to be a
middleage woman, as it was worship day so she has already kept in basket with necessary all
items. Kishor was last one in queue.

Woman,” Maa is this for you, you looks like you have been married for long time. This Puja is
for newly married.”
Kishor,” then give me three basket Amma, it will be for my friends, they requested me to bring
for them. I will guide them in Puja.”
Woman,” Ok, sorry sorry, but you look like a newly wed bride,you are looking beautiful and
sexy, you must be keeping your husband busy, he is lucky fellow, you are wearing saree nicely,
other girls standing here do not know how to wear saree, they are just doing for namesake to post
in social media, all my customer today standing here has wrapped saree on jeans pant, but you
are unique today,my Puja items will go waste today by young generation, so I am giving these
three basket for one basket price, consider it as a gift of devotee.”
Kishor just smiled shyly, he thought how being a man he is more passable traditional than young
generation girls. He took three baskets and walked to Bhavna.
Bhavna started bike, Kishor sat onesided holding three baskets on his saree clad lap.
Bhavna,” you are more beautiful as woman than those girls standing in queue before you.”
Kishor,” thanks, it is all due to you, the woman said same, I am lucky to be your husband.”
Bhavna,” Me too.”

Kishor started to hear another video on puja. They reached at their friends flat. They were
welcomed. Kishor’s two friends were in saree looking gorgeous, their wives were in salwar
punjabi ready for work, Kishor could see bulge on women’s punjabi, he blushed as he knew the
women possess same tool as Bhavna has beneath her jeans pant. The women waived goodbye as
they have courier to give, Kishor’s two friends touched their wives feet as women left to duty on
their RX100 motorcycle. Kishor went to his two friends, pinched their arms and murmered,”
Hope your ass is getting bulky and like a pot.”
One of his friend taunted,” Like you do not know, 1
st
look at yourself, your ass is like a ripe
melon ready to burst.”
Kishor,” so you mean you guys have taken it in you.”
Other friend,” what do you think we are observing this Puja for.”
Kishor,” Omg I have forgotten, I have watched two videos, still not clear.”
The three men just laughed watching each other as each know how their virgin male territory fort
breached by their superior wives. One of friend took a holy book which describes all about
AmmaPuja. All three men started to read. The theme said initially for whom the worship is
meant for:
Any married girl after losing her virginity in her first night in her in laws room, should do this
puja in three months after breaking of her hymen, here she will worship the women girls of her
own family, but her mother is focus of this worship as she gave her birth , treated her well,
protected her modesty and dignity which is now owned by her husband. So she thanks her
mother, and other women in family as she is not now their family.
Puja is not for newly married bride too, even any married man who stays at in laws being
househusband can do same for his mother. There was a story to support this in old time when
'.s were attacking northeast province passing through Rajasthan a small fort Kunwalpur
gave them opposition, the king was anihilated and most of his male army, only few left. The
young prince was fearing of his life and his state’s security. Then one night while sleeping the
KULDEVI of dynasty appeared in dreams of Prince, she said the dynasty will be protected if the
prince wearing ghaghra choli marries to Kui tribal woman leader and take her last name,
surrender his crown to Kui princess and serve her as being a man wife and loss his virginity to
tribal princess then state will be safe. Next day Prince told this to his mother, she was surprised
but to protect his kingdom it was last option. He knew that Kui tribe is matrilineal, the girls are
fierce independent strong, past military campaigns was disaster, so truce was negotiated to grant
autonomy of tribe, it was a cluster of 500 houses. The Prince then wore nicest lehenga choli with
bridal way was escorted by his leftover army to Kui tribe. In jungle they were suddenly shocked
as arrows fly around them, restricting their path. The prince ordered his army to drop their
weapons and kneel, prince was inside decorated Palinquin. 4 strong women with 7 feet height
stark naked black muscular with large swords, axe and bow arrows approached. They asked who
they are the prince told everything about dream. The women then asked the prince only to follow
them and they asked the rest to retreat, once all left they told prince to follow them, the women
were walking swiftly, the prince could not follow as quickly, so one of woman took him on her
shoulder and continued to walk in dense forest. The Prince’s eyes were closed with cloth,when
he saw light he found he was in a fort in forest guarded by naked muscular armed women and in
centre sitting on tiger’s skin the largest muscular woman he had ever seen in life the princess of
Kui tribe maintaining what he heard as rumour. Her arms are like steel, breasts tight, abs like
rock. Prince fell at queen’s feet and narrated everything. The queen said she will marry in Kui
way for which Prince’s mother must be present. Prince wrote a letter to his mother, two Kui
women took letter with them and next day returned with his mother. The marriage way Prince’s
mother offered Prince’s virginity to princess of tribe, the princess with a sandalwood phallus
penetrated anal cavity of Prince, she continued to fuck for whole day night in front of Prince’s
mother. Finally their marriage was consumated. Again KULDEVI appeared in prince’s dream
and told him to do thanksgiving Puja to his mother as he is now some other’s property. The
Prince did fast for whole day, cooked 100 types of food by himself, the number of foods cooked
symbolize the number of years he wants to serve and stay with his wife, then worshipped his
mother, drank her feet water at next day night and served food to all women girls present there.
Then he ate from food what his wife and mother fed through their finger toes. The Kui Princess
defended successfully from '. invasion, the prince made the Kui princess as Queen and
ruler of his kingdom, the Kui warrioress took male as wives, after 10 year princess decided she
will be pregnant, then they had natural vagina penis copulation looking at horoscope, she was
pregnant in one copulation, she gave birth to a strong girl. Prince wearing ghaghra choli
remained happy so were people of his state. He lived 100 year with his wife, his daughter too
took a boy wearing ghaghra choli. But in their 3
rd
generation the married boy after losing his anal
virginity did not do this Puja, so Kuldevi was angry, the '.s invasion became successful
and whole state was annhilitated.

After reading the story the three men in saree went to kitchen, Kishor returned to Bhavna and
wished to do this Puja as he recently lost his manhole virginity, but he was crying as he has no
mother to worship now. He told the story he studied in book, Bhavna asked him to bring the
book. Bhavna studied carefully, she smiled thought how her husband is now behaving like a
submissive dutiful obedient fearful wife, it is a change. She called Kishor and showed him the
exception line written very small letter at end of book if mother is dead then wife can take place
of her for men doing this Puja. Kishor got calm with happy feet he rushed to kitchen holding his
saree pleats adjusting pallu. Now three male friends were busy preparing as many types of food,
they were in fast without water, their body was getting weak but their determination to stay with
their wives gave strength to take pain. At evening their cooking finished, it was 120 types of
dishes, they served food to women girls, their wives also returned from duty. Men cleaned feet of
each woman girl present there, they drank water from feet, did aarti, after everyone fed satisfied
the wives and mothers fed men from theor toes. It was satisfying, the men were tired, their wives
slept hugging them.
Kishor groans as Bhavna moves on to his legs, starting low and then working her way upwards,
only to change approach and tackle his breast next, heading slowly down towards his belly.
Finally, she moves her touch down between his legs, gently caressing his very evident arousal.
“I still can hardly believe you are here with me,” she breathes against his ear.
“I am,” he responds, “Seven be praised, I am.”
It is all too tempting to stay here cradled against her and give in to the sweet sensation of her
caress; however, pushing up onto his knees, he manages to turn around awkwardly to face her.
Kneeling between her legs, he uses his remaining hand to steady himself as he leans forward to
kiss her.

as he drags his thumb across one and then the other of her nipples, before pressing the palm of
his hand between her legs, grinding it slowly against the rise above her cunt, circling around her
clit with that general pressure.
“Kishor…” she gasps, pushing up into the contact of his hand, “I missed you so much,your soft
lovely form in saree.”
“I missed you too,” he promises honestly, “I almost cursed the blessing of ever knowing you for
the bitterness of losing you,your bike ride i feel like it is heaven for me.”
“My hero,” he calls her, between kisses.
“Don’t tease,” she blushes, turning her face away.
“I’m not,” he swears, nuzzling his face into her neck.
She locks eyes with him again, still so gentle despite the confident way she’s taking him. Her
blue eyes shine with emotion and it shakes him still to feel so beloved by her, not for what he can
do for her or what he represents. Truth be told, he’s still not really sure what it is that she sees in
him that’s so worthwhile to her, but he’s pretty sure she’s the only person who sees it. He feels
her shaking, hears the choked sound she makes. She reaches up and buries one of her hands in
his hair as the other stays pinning him to the wall, soundlessly mouthing the shape of his name
against his lips.

“I love you,” he whispers back, as the trembling of her body slows, and she moves both hands to
the back of his thighs to tilt them just so and that sends him over the cliff’s edge.
“I am yours, your grace.”Kishor
“And you have sworn to obey me?”Bhavna
“Aye, Queen,” he said.
“Whatever I command?”Bhavna
“Whatever you command.” Kishor swore.
Morning Kishor woke up tired, he must return to cook for his wife and daughter. Kishor asked
Bhavna to return to their home, but one of mother of kishor’s friend told that tomorrow is
karvachauth, your wives were doing it for you for long time, as you men wore saree mangalsutra
this year you must do this puja with sincerity, you men have no idea how to do it, we 2 mothers
can help you. She said Sonia can come and stay with them, it will be arranged. Kishor went to
kitchen to help his friends to prepare dish. This time both comfortable and chatting gossip started