Adultery Neighbour sisters use me to fuck

[Haran000]

The following Thursday, as I headed out for tuition, I witnessed a domestic scene unfold at Asha's gate. Her husband placed a bag in their car, then embraced Nikhil and Asha before getting in himself. With a final wave, he drove off. I wondered if he was embarking on a trip.

Seizing the opportunity, I made my way to Asha's house. "Hi," I greeted, "Good morning. It seems like someone's off to somewhere. Aren't you joining him?"

Asha, with a slight shrug, replied, "He's off for office work. What can I do? Come on in."

I followed her inside, and once I was settled, she took my hand. "Hey, why don't you sleep at my place tonight?" she proposed.

"Why?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"If you stay, I'll give you milk twice," she offered, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The offer certainly sounded appealing.

"Really?" I questioned, a hint of disbelief in my voice.
"Don't you believe me? Okay, sleep next to me tonight, sucking my milk," she countered, her words laced with playful seduction.

"Really? What if Nisha says something?" I blurted out, a sudden thought of her sister-in-law.

"It's nothing, I'm here," Asha reassured me.

"Hmm, okay," I agreed, the prospect too enticing to resist.
While I was still contemplating Asha's offer, Nisha's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Hey Shiva, come here."

"Yeah, coming," I called back, rising to my feet.

"Don't forget this evening," Asha reminded me, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah," I replied, already heading towards the kitchen.

Nisha was there, busily spreading jam on slices of bread. 

She wore a white shirt, strategically unbuttoned to reveal the alluring curve of her cleavage, her breasts prominently displayed. "Want some bread?" she offered.

"I just ate Upma a while ago," I replied, though my gaze lingered on her.

"It's nothing, eat one," she insisted.

"Hmm..." I murmured, moving closer.

Before I knew it, she had climbed onto the kitchen table, her hand reaching out to pull me up between her legs. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver of intoxication through me. She wrapped her legs around my back thighs, drawing me even closer until my burgeoning erection pressed against her crotch.

"Ah... What's wrong, why is yours already standing up like that?" Nisha asked, a playful gasp escaping her lips.

"I don't know Nisha, it just happens when you hold me. Sorry, am I bothering you?" I stammered, surprised by my body's swift reaction.

"Oh, no, I like it that way," she purred, her eyes locking with mine, a lustful gaze and a faint smile gracing her lips.

"You asked me to eat bread, why are you doing this?" I questioned, a little bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
"I'll feed you," she promised. I nodded silently, my thoughts a jumble of anticipation.

She took a jam-spread slice of bread and held it to my mouth. I took small bites, savoring the taste. Once the slice was gone, she deliberately smeared the jam from her fingers onto my lips, as if expecting something. I simply stared back, mesmerized.

Then, she gently poked her index finger between my lips. I opened my mouth, taking her finger in, and licked the jam.
"Hey, do you like eating plain jam?" she teased, her finger still in my mouth.

"Mmm," I mumbled in reply.

She quickly pulled her finger back and laughed, a melodious sound that further captivated me.

"It's good," I affirmed.

"Want more?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Uh-huh," I responded, eager for whatever came next.
Without hesitation, she dipped two fingers directly into the jam jar, smeared it, and then applied it to her own lips. I watched her, my desire intensifying.

"Wipe the jam from my lips with your fingers," she commanded softly.

I obeyed, gently rubbing my right index finger over her lips. Her expression then sent my senses reeling. She slowly closed her eyes, then opened them, her gaze piercing, sending a tremor through my entire being.

She took my right hand, drew my index finger to her mouth, and began to suck. The sheer lust with which she did so was intoxicating. As her lips brushed against my fingertips, I felt an incredible lightness, an ecstatic sensation spreading through my hand.

I watched, unblinking, as she continued to suck, a playful laugh escaping her. She then placed her right hand behind my head, pulling me closer. Slowly, as she withdrew her finger, her lips met mine. Unable to resist, I ravenously and thickly captured her upper lip, sucking it with fervent desire. She, in turn, rubbed her saliva-laden finger on my chin, all while continuing to suck my lips. We broke the kiss only for air.

Nisha then took more jam and smeared it on her bust. "Come on, eat," she invited.

I hesitated, a touch of shyness creeping in. "But Nisha..."

"It's nothing, come on," she insisted, pulling my face towards her and pressing it against her breast.

I opened my mouth, taking in the jam and licking it, my lips also finding hers.

"Ah..." Nisha moaned.

"Mmm..." I responded, my suspicion confirmed: she wasn't wearing a bra.

I tightened my left hand around her waist, kissing the soft, overflowing flesh between her breasts, directly on her nipple.

"Mmm..." she moaned again, a deep, throaty sound.
I pulled back for a moment, standing to look into her eyes. It seemed as though her gaze was silently asking, "Why don't you stop?" I picked up the jam jar and smeared more jam on her breasts. She looked at me with a mischievous smile and began unbuttoning her shirt. As I watched in amazement, she completely unbuttoned it, letting it drop to the floor.



Her breasts were exquisite, white and soft like palakova dough, with firm, red nipples pointing directly at me. Such beauty! I thought. Asha's breasts, I recalled, were fuller with milk and hung a little lower, but Nisha's were firm and wonderfully tender.

"Oh Nisha, why did you open it like that?" I gasped, overwhelmed.

She took my jam-covered right hand and placed it on her left breast. As I dabbed the jam on her nipple with my finger, she trembled, closed her eyes, and writhed in pleasure.

"Don't ask anything, you just have to do what I say, will you?" she whispered, her voice husky.

"Yes..." I breathed, completely under her spell.

"Look, you smeared jam here, now remove it just like you did on my lips earlier," she instructed.

Oh my god, is this really happening? Fuck, I thought, looking at her stiff nipples, the jam clinging to them like red cherries. My mouth watered, and now she was asking me to bite them.

I hesitated, standing there, mesmerized by her beauty. She took my head in her hands and pulled me closer, offering her left nipple. I leaned in and kissed it.

"Ah, sss..." she hissed, a soft moan.

"Sorry, sorry Nisha..." I quickly apologized, pulling back slightly.

"Dummy... It's nothing, just do what I say," she scolded gently.

"Yeah..." I replied, my resolve renewed.

Again, I kissed her nipple, then opened my mouth, taking it in, and sucking all the jam at once. She writhed and swayed, holding my head and guiding me to her other breast.

"Nisha, there's no jam on this one," I pointed out.
"Mmm... It's nothing, just kiss it first," she said.

As she instructed, I lustfully kissed that one too.

"Ah... Did you like it?" she asked, her voice breathless.
"Mmm... Even without jam, it's sweet," I replied, completely captivated.

I took her entire nipple into my mouth, playing with it with my tongue, sucking deeply. Nisha shivered, as if an electric current surged through her, and squeezed my head tightly. I continued to shower her breasts with kisses, until she finally stopped me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"It's good, Nisha, soft, I want to kiss it more and more," I confessed.

"Go ahead," she urged.

I continued enthusiastically, kissing both breasts, my lust overflowing. It felt like my erection was about to slip out of my pants. I quickly pulled away and turned around.
"What happened?" she asked.

"Let's go to your room," I suggested, my voice hoarse.
She slid off the table and embraced me from behind, her right hand reaching into my pants to caress my throbbing penis.

"Iss... Nisha, not here," I moaned, my body arching at her touch.

She held my shoulders, turned me around, and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing myself against her.

"Ha... take off your pants," she breathed, her lips still locked with mine.

While kissing her, I fumbled with my left hand, unbuttoning my pants and lowering the zipper. She looked into my eyes, her gaze serious now. "Be quiet, okay? Sister will hear."
I nodded, agreeing to her plea for discretion. Nisha laughed, then knelt down. She looked up at my face and, with a mischievous smile, began to play with my erection. The sensation was exquisite! Looking at her lips, I fantasized about putting myself in her mouth right then and there.
"Nisha, your belly button looks good. Let's do that again today," I suggested, recalling our previous encounter.
"Hey, didn't you like my boobs? Do you only like my sister's?" she teased, a playful challenge in her voice.
"How did you know I saw Asha's?" I asked, surprised she knew.

"I know you drank her milk," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

"I didn't tell you because I thought you'd scold me," I admitted.

"It's nothing, you're helping my sister, aren't you?" she said, her tone reassuring.

"Hmm..." I murmured.
Still talking, she stood on her knees, took my erection between her breasts, and, cupping both, enveloped it. The softness was unbearable, a truly pleasant sensation as they wrapped around me.

"What is this?" I gasped, completely overwhelmed.
"Don't talk, just move yours up and down," she instructed.
"How?" I asked, confused.
"Sway your waist up and down, rub yours 
between my boobs up and down," she clarified.
"Mmm..." I moaned.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, lowering and lifting my waist, rubbing my erection in her cleavage. As the skin of my organ stretched back and the glans emerged, rubbing against her breasts, the tenderness was exquisite. My nerves tingled, and unable to bear the rhythm, I pleasurably rubbed myself deeper into her chest.
"Ash... Nisha, it's so good," I groaned.
"Hmm..." she purred.
My erection was buried from the bottom of her breasts to the very top, the head brushing against Nisha's chin. She bent her neck, watching my movements, and then, to my surprise, spit on my glans. The saliva, combined with the friction, made it even stickier, sliding easily, and I increased my rhythm. My erection began to thrust powerfully between her breasts.
"Mmm... Slowly," she whispered.

"Hahh... Nisha, it's so good..." I swayed, utterly lost in the moment.

My erection drilled into her cleavage. She moved back under my pressure, but I held her shoulders to steady her and continued thrusting. She bent her neck even further, kissing the head of my penis when it reached her chin. As her lips touched it, my knees tingled.
"Ah Nisha," I cried out.

She moved her breasts apart and played with my erection with her hand. "Nisha, it's good like that, please do it," I pleaded.
She kissed the lower edge of my glans. "Uff Nisha," I groaned.
She put her tongue on my lower edge and licked upwards. "Ah... Chee Nisha, why are you licking that?" I exclaimed, a jolt of shock going through me.
"Hey, is it not good?" she challenged.
"That's where you pee," I explained.

"So what? How does it feel to you?" she countered, then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she tickled the head of my erection with her tongue. My nerves tingled wildly.
"Ha... Uff Nisha..." I shouted loudly, unable to control myself.

"Shh..." she whispered, her warm breath caressing me. I swayed, on the verge of losing control.

Playing with my erection with her right hand, Nisha asked, "Shall I bite this?"

"No Nisha," I pleaded.

"Shh..." she shushed me. She licked it again, then suddenly took the head of my erection into her mouth.

Oh, I floated in the clouds. I instinctively pulled back, but she bent her neck forward and took it into her mouth again.
"Nisha, no Nisha... No..." I cried out loudly.

She held both my back thighs with her hands, swallowed half of my erection, and began to suck back and forth. A powerful, pleasant pleasure ignited within me. I placed my right hand on her head, standing there, breathing heavily in ecstasy.

Nisha continued to swallow half of my erection without stopping. My knees, almost of their own accord, pushed my waist forward due to the intense pleasure. Unable to stop, I pushed it further inside. My erection passed her tongue and hit her throat. Her saliva was dripping. Nisha became uncomfortable, bent her neck back, and took me out.
Playing with my now spent erection, Nisha teased, "Hey, you said no, but you're pushing it in?"

"I don't know, I just felt like pushing it in," I confessed, still reeling from the climax.

"Don't do anything, I'm doing it," she said, her voice soft.
"Hmm..." I murmured, exhausted but content.

Just then, I couldn't stop myself; I hadn't even known it was coming. My precum spilled onto Nisha's neck due to her hand job, some falling on her knees and waist.
"Hey, you didn't tell me," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I didn't know anything, sorry," I apologized, truly surprised by the unexpected release.

"Hmm, never mind, let's go," she said, rising.
"Where to?" I asked, bewildered.

"To study," she replied, her tone surprisingly normal.
"Oh, right," I said, a little sheepishly.

My hand still held her shirt. She asked me to bring the bread and jam on the plate. We both went to her room. After a quick cleanup, she taught me, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Later that afternoon, after we had finished studying, we found ourselves talking.

"Nisha, isn't doing that wrong? How did you like it?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"It's not wrong," she replied, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You'll get married in the future, right?"
"Yes..." I confirmed.
"You have to romance your wife," she explained.
"Romance means kissing, right?" I asked, still trying to grasp the nuances.
"Not just that, how can I explain it to you? Ah! Have you seen romance songs in movies?" she asked, a sudden idea striking her.
"Yes, I have," I replied.

"In those, after the whole song, the hero and heroine kiss, and then the lights go off in the room," she continued.
"Yes, yes," I agreed, remembering countless movie scenes.
"At that time, it's not just kissing, they lick and suck like this, but they don't show all that in movies because children shouldn't see it," she revealed, her tone conspiratorial.
"Oh, is that so? So, I'm a kid, right? You sucked mine, and you're not my wife, right?" I blurted out, a little confused by the contradiction.

"You're eighteen plus, you're not a kid," she countered. "What if I'm not your wife? Did you like it or not?"
"Yes, I liked it," I admitted honestly.

"That's it. Okay, wait, you lick mine too," she said, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

What? Is this going to happen too? I couldn't believe my ears. "But Nisha, that's not good," I protested, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within me.

"It's nothing, I'll show you, wait," she insisted.

She got up and, to my astonishment, took off her dress. My erection immediately stirred. She then spread her legs on the bed in front of me and, with a finger, moved her panty aside. My heartbeat quickened, wondering if this was truly happening.
As Nisha moved her panty aside, her red vulva appeared, devoid of a single hair, resembling folded rose petals. I moved forward, bending my face between her thighs.
"Nisha, looking at you makes me feel something," I whispered, utterly captivated.

"Hmm... It's nothing, look. You take off my panty," she instructed.

No sooner had she said it than I eagerly grabbed both edges of her panty, ripped it off, and threw it aside. She spread her thighs even more, her labia parting. Her excitement caused her vulva to swell, and its lips turned a vibrant red. Nisha's face, too, glowed red like a crimson hibiscus.
I leaned further forward. A faint scent of her sweat emanated from her vulva, and a small amount of fluid dripped from the folds of her labia. "Nisha, you're sweating here too," I observed.

"Mmm... Don't delay, kiss it," she urged, her voice a soft command.

I moved forward and positioned myself over Nisha, my erection precisely thrust between her thighs.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned, biting her lips and swaying with a newfound intensity. She wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me closer still.

In a dazed, fond voice, Nisha spoke, "You'll have a wife, right? You have to lick her pussy. Just like you felt pleasure when I sucked yours, she will also feel pleasure."
"Pussy means that?" I asked, pointing.

"Yes..." she confirmed.

I moved back, held Nisha's thighs, stroked them, and then, with newfound courage, kissed her vulva.

"Aaaah..." she moaned sweetly, her fingers digging into my hair.

I placed my tongue on the moisture near the upper folds and licked. She shivered as if she'd been electrocuted. She wrapped her legs around my back, pressing my face deeper into her crotch. The taste of her fluid was somewhat sweet, a new and exciting flavor. I then plunged my tongue between the folds and began to lick with gusto.
"Ah, just like that, mmmmm..." she moaned, her voice filled with pure bliss.

My erection hardened, and the pressure in my pants became almost unbearable. I stopped and asked, "Nisha, I'm taking off my pants."

"Do whatever you want, ah... lick it," she gasped, completely lost in the sensation.

I quickly shed my pants and, without hesitation, began to kiss her vulva again.

"Aaaa..... Yes.... Just like that," she cried out.

"Nisha, is it good?" I asked, needing to hear her affirmation.
"Ha... Uff... No talking, mmmmmm," she replied, her words barely coherent.

I wasn't sure how to lick her vulva in a sophisticated way, so I resorted to flicking my tongue from bottom to top.

"Aaaa.... Fuck....." she exclaimed, grabbing my head, lifting her waist, and falling back onto the bed. Then, I felt even more wetness on her vulva. She gently pushed me aside and, groaning contentedly, folded her thighs. I just watched, mesmerized. As the fluid dripped down between her thighs, I bent down, put my mouth there, and licked it clean.
"Mmmmm..." she sighed.

I got up, leaned next to Nisha, put my face close to hers, and looked at her. "What happened, Nisha?" I asked softly.
"Thanks," she whispered, her eyes shining.

"Nisha, licking there felt so good. Are you feeling pleasurable?" I inquired.

"Yes, that's why it happened like that," she explained, a shy smile gracing her lips.

"Hmm... You're very beautiful, Nisha," I said, a genuine compliment escaping my lips.

Blushing, Nisha replied, "Thanks, hey."

"Nisha, you're not married, right? Why are you like this? Marry me," I blurted out, a sudden rush of emotion overwhelming me.

No sooner had I uttered those words than her blushing face transformed into one of anxiety. Her eyes welled with tears. 

As a tear threatened to fall, she turned her face away. I knew she didn't want me to see her cry. But why?

"Nisha, what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

She grabbed a pillow next to her and hid her face. "Go away, you're a kid. How can I marry you?" she sobbed, her voice muffled.

"But Nisha, many people are marrying like that these days. I'll get a good job after I study. Wait for me until then, and we'll get married," I pleaded, desperately trying to reassure her.

Without looking at me, she hid her face and angrily hit me with the pillow. "Go away from here! I said I'd give you tuition, didn't I? Now you're talking about marriage and all that, go!" she shouted loudly.

Asha must have heard her, for she came and knocked on the door.

"Sorry, Nisha, okay, I'll go now. Please don't be angry with me. I'll do whatever you say. Bye," I said, my heart sinking. I quickly put on my clothes, then leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then, I opened the door.

"What happened? Why did she shout like that?" Asha asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Sorry Asha, I'll come later. Nisha is angry with me," I mumbled, quickly making my exit.

As soon as I got home, I went into my room. I opened the window and looked towards Nisha's room. Inside, Asha was holding Nisha close, and Nisha was crying uncontrollably. I chastised myself, thinking it would have been better if I hadn't said that, but for some reason, the words had just tumbled out. 

I continued to watch, and then I saw Nisha hit Asha with the pillow. Asha, clearly frustrated, angrily closed the door and left.