My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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One month had passed by like this with him screwing mother and daughter.  Paramjeet was very happy these days since she was getting the desired dose of fucking everyday.  She didn’t mind her husband being away.

 

Honey on the other hand was enjoying the first forays into the sex world.  By now she had graduated to taking in three fingers in the pussy and had cummed many a times. She loved the insertion in her pussy and had enjoyed a single finger intrusion in anal hole as well.  She was besotted by his cock and loved sucking it.  She also loved his sucking of her boobs.  He was an expert in this and had licked off honey of Honey’s body, milk, cream, chocolate and much more. 

 

She loved it when he would rub some honey on her boobs and they lick them clean.

 

Unknown to her the same was loved by her mother as well.

 

One day Vicky and Honey lay on the bed, nude obviously, and were talking.

 

He said “tub hi apni maa jaisee hee hai” (you resemble your mother)

 

“Kya matlab” (what do you mean)

 

“Apni maa jaisee hee sexy hai” (as sexy as your mother) he said

 

She smiled.

 

“Kabhi tere kisi rishtedaar ya papa ke dost ne teri mummy par try maari hai” (has any relative or your father’s friends have tried their luck with your mummy)

 

She kept silent.

 

He further prodded “Teri maa bahut hot hai – cant believe kisi ne try nahin kiya” (your mother is very hot, cannot believe nobody tried)

This time she smiled.

 

“Bata na – chhupa kyon rahi hai” (tell – why are you hiding it)

 

“Tum kisi ko bataoge toh nahin” (you wont tell anyone?)

 

She tried to get a promise out of him.

 

“promise” he replied.

 

Now with safe knowledge of secrecy, she told him how one of her father’s cousins had made love to her mother when they were visiting their ancestrol village.  It was a couple of years ago.  She had by chance gone towards the farms where she saw them making it out.

 

She was a hit among male members of the family during marriages as well.  Her father had an idea about it but did not have sufficient evidence to nail it.  He too was not without his share of blemish as he too had crossed lines with some female distant relatives.

 

All this was music to his ears.

 

“Agar main try karoon toh teri mummy maan jayengi” (if I try – will your mother agree)

 

“I will kill you” she said in mock anger.

 

“Drama mat kar – teri mummy ki main le sakta hoon” (don’t act – I can lay your mother)

 

“main nahin maanti” (I don’t believe this)

 

“OK – kal ek kaam karna, apni mummy ko kahena maine bulaya hai, teri tuitions ke baare mein baat karni thee” (tell your mother to come tomorrow to discuss something about your tuitions)

 

She said ok.

 

The next morning while fucking Paramjeet he brought up the topic of her daughter Honey. 

 

“Aapki beti aap par gayi hai – she is very hot” (your daughter is hot like you)

 

She smiled.

 

“college aur gali mein ladke line maarte honge” (guys must be hitting on her at college and in locality)

 

She smiled further and said “haan meri Honey bahut sexy ho gayi hai” (ya my Honey has become very sexy)

 

“Door ke bhaiyon ne try toh maara hoga” (distant cousins would have tried their luck) he continued.

 

Hmmmm came the reply.

 

That was very encouraging.

She continued “Is saal holi par iske cousins ne maze liye thhe. Inko laga thaa ki main bahar hoon aur iske 3 cousins ne isko khoob ragda, rang lagaya, mummo pe, gand pe, tango pe, isko bhi maza aa raha thaa” (this year on holi festival, thinking that I am not there, 3 of her cousins had groped her heavily and coloured her boobs, ass, thighs etc. She too enjoyed it)

 

He loved the elderly hottie singing.  Both mother daughter were like that only.  Sang at first given opportunity.

 

“phir kya hua” (then what happened) he implored.

 

“Shaam ko khoob pappiyan leen” (in the evening got involved in heavy kissing)

 

He did not probe further, all that he needed to know was out.

 

The same evening, Honey had dutifully told her mother to come after an hour or so since Vicky wanted to discuss something pertaining to tuitions.

 

Honey knew it was a lie since Vicky had told her he wanted to try something else.

 

Paramjeet knew it was a lie since Vicky could have spoken at anytime, no need for being so formal.

 

So during the “tuition” time Vicky had fingered her, made her suck the huge tool, which she had taken to like a fish taking to water.  She had loved the tool a lot.  It was so big and so much like those in the pictures he showed her. 

 

10-15 mins before the time, they got back to normal ‘student-tutor’ mode and started the studies.  Almost, 5 mins before time, Paramjeet knocked at the door. 

 

Vicky opened the door and welcomed her in as mother of his pupil and not as his lover.  Everyone was just picture perfect.

 

He spoke to her about Honey’s concentration levels and generic talk with which every parent agrees and child does not take it as reprimand. 

 

Vicky then told Honey to go and that he needs to talk with her mother in private.

 

Both the ladies gave a knowing smile.

 

Honey knew that he would hit on her mother.

 

Mother knew he would hit deep down with his tool.

 

As Honey was going out, he got up to close the door and bolt it from inside.  The door was closed but not bolted allowing Honey to stay in the house only.

 

From the first room, she could not see where her mother and Vicky were sitting, she decided to be patient.

 

She heard their laugther first and some sound of small talk and then it was silent for some time followed by sound of moans.

 

She could not hold back and moved towards the room and looked inside from the edge.

 

It was a very sexy scene. Vicky was on the bed, facing up with Paramjeet on him like a cowgirl.  He was holding her boobs and mauling them, she riding him, the up and down movement on the gigantic tool brought her great pleasure.

 

Honey could not just imagine that her mother could take it all in so easily.  The person’s tool she had seen him with at the Farm was reasonable size but Vicky’s was special and hence the bewilderment. She enjoyed the show on the display.  Vicky had seen the reflection in one of the mirrors but ignored it.

 

Paramjeet was getting high with the sexual adrelanin.

 

Vicky said “Tujhe aur Honey ko ek saath chodne mein kitna mazaa aayega” (it will be great to fuck you and Honey together)

 

She laughed and said “maa beti ek saath” (mother daughter together)

 

Honey noted that she was not averse to it.

 

With a loud shriek she came and then said “kal naashte par aisey karenge” (will do the same way at breakfast)

 

This shocked Honey – it meant it had been going on for quite some time and the breakfast time was thus utilized. 

 

After sometime she got up to use the washroom, Vicky went out to see Honey and silently eased her out.  Paramjeet came looked at him lovingly and then left for her home after one more round boob pressing, kissing. 

 

She reached home, found Honey and in very motherly fashion asked her to focus on her studies and that Vicky had a few good things to say about her.  Honey knew what had happened inside but she did not feel any remorse.  She did not feel happy or sad. It was a neutral feeling.

 

She had seen her mother cheating earlier as well but this time it was with same person with whom her daughter was enjoying, albeit it was unknown to her.

 

Honey was deternmined that on the next given chance she has with Vicky, she will do it.  Vicky had an idea on this.  He had ignited the jealousy between mother and daughter.

 

The same evening, Honey came in much earlier and was wearing a very tight t-shirt doing a bad job in encasing her two shining crowns.  The netherdenal region was covered by a tight short made of some thing material bringing to fore the camel toe formation. 

 

Vicky licked his lips in anticipation.  She too did the same.

 

They started kissing passionately just as she entered the house.  Within seconds of the saliva exchange off went the clothes.  Zero clothes during tuition was the norm rather than the exception now.

 

He sucked her boobs, licked her pussy, played with navel and kissed her passionately.  This was still par for the course. This they were doing for quite some time now.  She wanted to conquer the next frontier.  Vicky was in the meanwhile continuing with the usual foreplay.

 

Aroused but frustrated for not reaching the next level, she said “mujhe aur bhi karna hai” (I want to do more)

 

“Kya aur” (what more)

 

“wohi jo tumne mummy ke saath kiya thha” (the same you did with mummy)

 

He smiled and lay her on the bed. 

 

At first he lubricated the pussy by injecting a couple of his fingers.  The foreplay and the fingerplay had secreted some love juice for the girl to lubricate the pussy.  He then applied a very rich dose of Vaseline lotion on his tool to ease the movement.  He knew that the girl will not be able to handle the monster rightaway.

 

He put some pillows under her lower back and raised her slender creamy legs on his shoulders. The legs were slender in comparison with her mother but still they were supple.  Her luscious body for a sight for the eyes.  She looked so tender and yet so slutty in that pose.  The body made her look tender but the outlook made her slut.

 

He just put the knob of the penis on her entry and started pushing it in slowly.

 

As the whole knob went in she let out a sharp scream.  Vicky indicated her to keep silent.

 

He did not probe further in and let the walls adjust to its first penis entry.  He allowed her to breathe easy.  After a few minutes worth of easy breathing, he pushed in a bit more while spreading liberal doses of lubrication on the tool.

 

The walls were getting stretched to the maximum and she feared they will tear off.  Tears formed in corner of her eyes.  She had not bargained for such pain when deciding on to go ahead with screwing.  This was a lot of pain for her to handle.

 

Vicky was careful with her and asked “aaj ke liye itna bahut hai – baaki kal karenge, dheere dheere ho jaayega” (enough for the day, rest tomorrow, will happen gradually)

 

She smiled and agreed and thanked him profusely.  He took out his tool and she sucked it like a toy.

 

A few days later (by then he had ruptured the younger hottie’s virginity) he was fucking Paramjeet. He said “Honey bhi join kare toh kitna mazaa aaye” (what great fun if Honey can join)

 

She smiled and said “kyon mere se man bhar gaya” (you have had enough of me)

 

He laughed and said “maine addition chaha hai, replacement nahin” (I wish addition and not replacement)

 

She smiled.

 

He got encouraged “toh tumhe koi problem nahin hai agar main Honey ke saath thoda flirt karoon” (so you have no problem if I flirt with her a bit)

 

This was all happening in midst of heavy pounding and while talking he had reduced his speed.

 

She got irked by it and said “usko chodna hai toh chod diyo par pahel mujhe toh chod” (you can screw her when you wish, but fuck me first)

 

He pounded her like a man possessed.

 

A few days later he reported to her that she has been lavishly fucked.

 

Vicky’s term was about to end in the town.  Children were on Dussehra holidays and went to their father’s home leaving Paramjeet behind.

 

Paramjeet and Vicky fucked themselves to glory. They made out in the morning, evening, night, everywhere, every position possible.

 

5 days into vacation, Honey came back home to prepare for 12th boards and Paramjeet went to her husband’s place. Both mother and daughter exchanged knowing smiles.

 

Now it was turn for Vicky and Honey to fuck like rabbits.

 

During October, Vicky left that town leaving one more mother daughter duo fully sexified.

 

As he came back to Delhi, many individuals, quite a few females in particular were overjoyed.  He left no stone unturned in servicing them and they were all there to please him as he desired.

 

By February of 2001 Vicky had moved to a new job and to a set routine of having a job in Gurgaon with all the trappings of a top class executive. The work timings were good, facilities were even better and the chicks were the best. It was the time when the ITES sector was opening up full throttle. The service sector companies had provided top amenities to their staff. The entire look of the offices was undergoing a major change. 

 

He would go to the District Park or Deer Park or Green Park as we call it in South Delhi for his morning walk/run.  It is next to the Lawn Tennis Stadium. It is a very very huge open area with some old era fort (in ruins now though), a very big lake (most of the times only quarter filled), thick bush area, playground, enclosures for deer and other small animals, smallish hills and ample greenery. It is the favourite morning walk for the people in vicinity. The place was about 2 kms from his residence. He would ride his bicycle upto the area, park it and then go for a long jog/run routine of exercises etc.  This routine was of about 75 minutes and he would leave his place by 6.00 am every day for this routine.

 

A few weeks earlier, family of cousin of his brother-in-law had shifted to Delhi.  The office provided accommodation in posh South Delhi area, much closer to this Park in question.  The family transferred consisted of Husband (cousin of Vicky’s brother in law), his Wife and their one son who was studying in 5th standard and was safely parked in a boarding college.  Vicky’s parents had met them and helped them settle in.  The couple looked quite good together.  After a couple of weeks or so, the husband, Arvind, was transferred overseas on some project for 8 weeks leaving the good looking wife, Anju, behind. 

Since Anju had a lot of time to spare owing to the riches and a few servants, she would often drop by to Vicky’s house to meet his parents.  Anju lived hardly a couple of kilometers away from their residence.  As Vicky and Anju met they started enjoying each other’s company.  She found him to be a great talker and an avid listener.  She loved his sense of humour and in general liked his presence. She was full of praise for his family and also for his sister in Chandigarh. She had many a good things to say about Vicky’s family to Arvind while talking on phone.  Arvind was happy that she is not sad.

 

As she learnt that Vicky goes to District Park for morning routine, she asked him if she can  join him.

 

His parents smiled and said “iske jitna kahan bhaag paogi” (how will you match his runs)

 

She too smiled and said “ye bhaagega aur main thoda bahut walk kar loongi” (he would run and I would walk about a bit)

 

There was laughter all round.

 

Hence it was decided that the following morning that was a Sunday, Anju would meet Vicky near the lake of the Park. 

 

Now a few facts about Anju, she was not very tall about 5.3”, pretty fair colour, usual among the Punjabis, nice wavy hair running upto mid back, hazel eyes.  She had nice lips, an ass which it seemed had taken some serious pounding from her husband or anyone else, not too fat not too slim, very good sized boobs. In all a very attractive lady.

 

The next morning, Vicky reached the place well in time and started with his usual routine.  He was not very much into gyming but preferred to stay fit by running, jogging and playing outdoor sports.

 

He started his usual run/jog around the lake. It had a huge circumference with one round of well over a mile.  As he neared the starting point after completion of first round, he saw Anju.  She waved at him cheerfully and he too returned the wave and went towards her. 

 

He liked the visual in front of him.

 

She was fully dressed for the occasion with a nice form fitting track suit.  The track pant was tight and looked a couple of sizes small for her which resulted in forming of a great camel toe view. Also the track pant stretched over the delicious ass giving great view.  The top was also smaller than required but not very tight but still tight enough to enhance the visual effect of the boob size.

 

After some small talk she asked him what sort of exercises should she do.  Before he could say anything, she said “I will sit for a few minutes on the bench and then we can start”

 

Vicky replied “ok. Aap baitho main round laga kar aata hoon” (you sit I will return after completing my lap)

 

He went onto finish the second round of the lake.

 

As he returned, she had got up and was rotating her arms in mode of general loosening up.

 

He went to her and then said “aapko specific exercises karni chahiyen” (you should do specific exercises)

 

“Tum bata do kya karna hai” (you tell what to do) said she.

 

“Aap ek kaam karo – saamne ke point tak do chakkar laga lo paidal, tab tak main apne rounds poora kar loonga phir shuru karte hain” (you complete two rounds of walk upto that point, in the meanwhile I will finish my rounds of run and then we will start)

 

In the next 15 minutes he completed 2 rounds of the lake and they met again.

 

She said “haan ab batao” (now tell)

 

He asked her to stretch and showed her how to do.  It was a simple stretch of stretching your arms straight up and getting on toes. 

 

She did it and repeated it for 4 times.  The stretching had made the track pants get even closer to the crotch and enhance the camel toe. The sight was not lost on him but he preferred to ignore it since she was relative of his brother-in-law and any wrong step could have serious repercussions.

 

The next exercise was for thigh muscles.

 

He made her put her arms on her hips, back straight and then lunge forward bringing the weight on the front knee and the other led stretched back.  Gradually to come back to normal position and then repeat with the other leg in front.  He was very diligently teaching her how to do the exercise properly and in the process touched her thighs a couple of times. She did not mind.  He then made her bend forward and try to touch her toes.  It was very difficult for her as the exercise demands flexibility.  Anyways she was up for it and tried very hard.  Vicky had a great time enjoying the sight of the beautiful ass of a lady bent down.

 

After some time he asked her to get up. 

 

She too felt relaxed and happy.  After a few more simple exercises she went back home.

 

They met the next day again.  This time Vicky had gone a bit early to finish “his” rounds of exercises early to spend more time with the damsel. 

 

Today apart from the upward stretches and lunges, he taught her squatting, some part of surya namaskar of lunging forward and getting down on knees.  Also he made her jump a few times and asked her to get skipping rope.  The squats and the jumps gave him ample opportunity to look at the bouncing boobs and stretched ass globes.

 

He was controlling himself.

 

She too had seen him eyeing her assets.  It brought smile to her lips.  She could do this too a youngster made her proud.

 

The next day made his eyes to pop out when he saw Anju.  The top was a tight white sleeveless t-shirt, nothing by today’s standard but quite revealing by those days, with the her traditional tight track pant.  The track pant outlined the beautiful panty line for him. 

 

As usual he had done his rounds of runs etc earlier and as she joined him he started helping her with the exercises.  For some reason he was not averse to getting close to her.  He was testing the waters from the edge.  She had brought the skipping rope that day and as she started to take the jumps, the boobs started flying.  Though the movement was confined in the tight top and bra, however, the duo still tried to escape from the arrest.  It was a sight to behold.  They were doing in a secluded corner, a bit off the joggers track and had a shad of trees and high bushes to provide a decent cover which meant there were very few onlookers.

 

Vicky thanked his stars that in the morning he gets such an erotic visual dose.

 

Like this about 10 days had passed.

 

Gradually they had come quite close in the sense that she was not averse to him touching her while getting the exercises done, though she wanted him to do more than that.  He too had started keeping his hands lingering on for more than required since she was not averse to it.  She too had noted the tent formed in his track pants at sight of her assets. 

 

One day it so happened she sprained her ankle while skipping.

 

She was writhing in pain.  Vicky did not have a pain spray.  He used to come to the park on his bicycle only.  He tried to massage it but not to much effect, hence it was decided that he would take her home.  He helped her in lifting her and supported her while walking.  She was on his right hand side and put her left hand on his shoulders.  He supported her with his right arm across her back and under her right shoulder.  She was hopping on one good leg only.  The hopping meant that the right boob and his right hand came into contact a few times.  She was still not able to manage it.  They tried a few other options but to no avail.

 

Finally he lifted her in his strong arms and moved towards the bicycle.  She was a grown up woman but Vicky lifted her like a toy.  She was mighty impressed.  He walked about 200mts in such manner.  She held his shoulders for support which in turn brought her mammaries to kiss his masculine chest. She loved the odour of sweat from such close quarters.  As he reached near his cycle, he lowered her to sit on a slab and brought his cycle closer to her and made her sit on the cycle rod.  She sat with both legs on one side.

 

He held the handle bars with both hands and off they walked towards her house which was around one kilometer from the Park.  She was holding his strong arms for balance when she could have rather held the cycle handle.  All this was not lost on him.

 

As they reached her home, she reached out for the keys from her bag.  This perplexed him. She said her maid servant is on off for a couple of days.  She was a full time maid and her replacement would only come to do the sweeping and cleaning.

 

Vicky opened the door and both went in.