Yesterday, 10:27 AM
When she heard movement from Ahmed's room. The door creaked open slowly. 'Mom? Is that you?' Ahmed called out softly, his voice sleepy and confused.
Aisha held her breath, pressing herself against the wall. She moved silently, slipping into her own bedroom and easing the door shut behind her without a sound. Ahmed poked his head out into the hallway, glanced around, scratched his head, and then shuffled back to his bed, muttering, 'Must have been the wind or something.'
Once safe in her room, Aisha collapsed onto her bed, her body still buzzing from the intense session. She slid her fingers into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, scooping out the sticky mixture of ***** seed. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked them clean, savoring the salty taste. 'I need more of this tomorrow,' she whispered to herself, her mind already racing with anticipation. Exhaustion finally overtook her, and she drifted off into dreams filled with endless thick cocks surrounding her.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as Ahmed left for college early, kissing her cheek goodbye. 'See you later, Mom. Have a good day!' Aisha showered thoroughly, washing away the physical evidence, but the fire in her body refused to be quenched. Drying off, she grabbed her phone and texted Raj: 'Come over today with your friends. I want a full gangbang. I need those ***** cocks filling every hole of mine.' Raj's reply came almost instantly: 'It's all set. Be at my garage at 2 PM. Come hungry, Aisha ji.'
Under her modest abaya, Aisha dressed like a slut: a sheer black bra that barely contained her heavy tits, no panties, and a short skirt that rode up with every step. She walked over to Raj's place, her pussy already dripping in excitement. The garage door was half-open, and inside, three shirtless men waited, their pants bulging obviously. Raj, with his muscular build; Vikram, fat but with a massive low-hanging cock; and Sameer, young and lean with an impressively long dick.
'Aisha ji, these are my brothers in arms,' Raj said with a grin, locking the door behind her. Aisha let her abaya drop to the floor, revealing her slutty outfit. Their eyes locked onto her curves, especially the bulges in their pants. 'I am your '. whore now,' she declared boldly. 'Use me however you want.' The men laughed heartily. 'That's the spirit,' Vikram rumbled, stepping forward first.
Vikram pulled her close, his rough hands grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. 'These are big udders, perfect for ***** milk,' he growled, ripping off her bra. He latched onto her nipples, sucking and biting until they were raw and marked with teeth imprints. Aisha moaned loudly, 'Oh yes, bite them harder!' Sameer moved behind her, flipping up her skirt and shoving two fingers straight into her tight ass. 'This pindhi ass is begging for it,' he said, spitting on her hole for lube before pushing deeper.
Raj unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock, slapping it against her face. 'Open up and suck it, slut,' he commanded. Aisha dropped to her knees on the oily garage floor, her mouth watering. She opened wide, and Raj thrust in deep, his balls slapping her chin as he gagged her throat. 'That's it, take it all,' he grunted. Vikram pulled out his short, thick cock next and fed it into her mouth, stretching her cheeks wide. 'Good girl, choke on it,' he said while Sameer jerked his long dick over her head.
She rotated between them eagerly, sucking one cock while jerking the other two with her spit-slick hands. 'Mmm, your ***** lunds taste so fucking good,' she mumbled around a mouthful. They took turns facefucking her relentlessly. Vikram came first, blasting hot cum down her tonsils. 'Swallow every drop!' he ordered, and she did, though some overflowed from her lips. Sameer followed, painting her forehead with thick ropes. 'Wear it like makeup,' he laughed. Raj held back, saving his load for her pussy.
They stripped her completely naked and bent her over the car hood. Vikram lay underneath, guiding her pussy onto his cock. His belly slapped against her thighs as he rammed upward, stretching her wide. 'Fuck, you're tight even after all that sucking,' he groaned. Raj shoved his cock back into her mouth, while Sameer lubed her ass with spit and pushed in slowly. Aisha screamed around Raj's dick, 'Yes! Fill all my holes! Fuck me everywhere!'
The triple penetration was brutal and intense. Their bodies slammed together, making the car rock on its suspension. Sweat poured off them as they pounded her without mercy. Vikram grunted loudly, 'Here it comes!' and flooded her womb with his cum. He pulled out, and a gush of seed spilled out. Sameer sped up in her ass, her cheeks clenching around him until he shot ropes deep inside. Raj yanked her hair back and throatfucked her until he erupted, forcing her to swallow his third massive load.
But they weren't finished. They switched positions seamlessly. Sameer took her pussy now, his long dick hitting her cervix with every thrust. 'Scream for me,' he demanded, and she did. Raj claimed her ass, now loose and slick from the previous pounding. Vikram slid his cock between her massive tits, tittyfucking her hard while pinching her sore nipples. 'These jugs are made for this,' he said.
Aisha came over and over, squirting onto the garage floor in messy puddles. 'Breed this '. bitch! Give me ***** babies!' she begged wildly. The men cheered, 'We'll fill you up good!' They rotated again, even attempting a double pussy stretch with Raj and Vikram both cramming into her cunt. The pain burned into pure bliss, and she howled, 'Oh god, it's splitting me apart—don't stop!'
Hours dragged on in the sex-stinking garage. Cum coated her everywhere: a mask on her face, glazing her tits, oozing from both holes. At one point, they pissed on her in a golden shower, marking her as theirs. Aisha opened her mouth wide, drinking it down eagerly. 'Yes, mark me as your property,' she pleaded.
Finally, they gave her their last loads in a pussy creampie gangbang. She lay on her back with legs spread wide, and one by one, they pumped into her overflowing hole, mixing their seed deep inside.
Aisha dressed on shaky legs, her panty-less pussy squelching with cum as she walked home, dripping trails behind her. Raj whispered in her ear, 'Tomorrow, more at our temple. Get ready for the ultimate taboo.' Her eyes lit up with forbidden excitement.
That night, Ahmed came home late. Aisha cooked dinner, her ass still sore and pussy throbbing happily. She sat gingerly at the table. Ahmed stared at her curiously. 'Mom, you're walking a bit funny today. And you smell... kind of weird. Like sweat or something.' She blushed deeply. 'Oh, it's nothing, beta. I'm just tired from running errands all day.' But under the table, hidden from view, she slipped her fingers into her dripping slit, fingering herself quietly while chatting.
The next day, with Ahmed off at college, Aisha met Raj, who drove her to an old abandoned temple on the outskirts. His friends waited now four, including a new guy named Karan, a tattooed thug with a cruel grin.
No words were needed. They stripped her clothes off immediately and laid her on the cold altar stone. Raj tied her wrists loosely to the pillars, spreading her eagle-wide. 'Tonight, we sacrifice this '. cunt to Shiva,' he announced mockingly. They chanted fake mantras as they pulled out their cocks.
Karan went first for her throat, fucking it brutally while holding her in a choke grip. 'Take it deep, whore,' he snarled. Vikram pounded her pussy mercilessly. Sameer worked four fingers into her ass, almost fisting her. Raj lightly whipped her tits with his belt, leaving red welts. 'Beg for more pain,' he said, and she did: 'Whip me harder! Punish this sinful body!'
The orgy exploded into chaos. She took two cocks in her pussy, one in her ass, mouth stuffed full, hands jerking others. They swapped endlessly, covering her in cum baths and bukkake facials. She drank cum from bowls they collected. One of them fingered her until she squirted a fountain of whore's juice,' they laughed. Aisha joined in, laughing crazily.
As the sun set, they untied her, her body crusted with dried cum. Raj drove her back, dropping her near home.
Ahmed was waiting when she slipped inside. 'Mom, where were you all day? I called a few times.' 'Just at the market, beta,' she lied smoothly, though her veil had suspicious stains. He frowned but let it go.
The nights blurred into a haze of addiction. Aisha grew bolder. One afternoon, while Ahmed napped, Raj sneaked into their house. He bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her hard against the sink. Their thrusts were loud, skin slapping skin. Ahmed stirred in the living room. They froze, Raj's cock buried deep inside her. Ahmed yawned, 'Weird noise...' and went back to sleep. Raj resumed immediately, whispering, 'Quiet now,' before creampieing her quickly.
Another time, right after prayers at the mosque, Aisha met Raj in a nearby alley, still in her burqa. She dropped to her knees and sucked his cock through his open zipper, the public thrill making her soak the ground. 'People are walking by—hurry,' she urged between slurps.
She even bought a small ***** necklace, hiding it under her clothes. During prayers, she wore it and rubbed her pussy against the prayer mat, fantasizing about their cocks.
Ahmed started suspecting more. One day, he spotted hickeys on her neck. 'Mom, do you have a boyfriend or something? What's going on?' She slapped his arm lightly. 'Mind your studies, Ahmed! Don't ask silly questions.' But inside, her pussy got wet at the thought of being caught.
A week later, the big plan unfolded: Raj's party at his house, filled with ten ***** men. Aisha dressed as a slutty bride in a low-cut red lehenga, no underwear. She entered the backyard tent as a 'surprise for the guests.'
The men cheered wildly. Raj announced, 'Gentlemen, feast on this '. randi tonight!' The gangbang was epic. It started with her dancing seductively, hips swaying, tits spilling out. Hands groped her everywhere.
They formed a circle around her as she knelt in the center. Cocks whipped her face playfully at first. 'Suck us all, one by one,' Raj ordered. She did a round-robin blowjob, deepthroating each, licking balls hungrily. Cum facials layered on thick—ropes hitting her face from every angle.
They lifted her onto a table, legs spread wide. A queue formed for her pussy, each man getting five minutes before swapping. 'Next! Pound that hole harder!' they shouted. Her pussy turned raw and gaping. Then the ass train: doggy style in a chain, one after another reaming her backdoor.
DPs and triples everywhere. Airtight setups with cocks in every hole. They rolled her through positions—double cowgirl stacks she rode like a pro.
The finale was a massive bukkake. All ten stroked over her as she posed with tongue out. 'Cover me completely!' she begged. Ropes hit her from all sides until she swam in a pool of cum.
She cleaned every cock orally, swallowing remnants. 'Delicious,' she purred.
Raj drove her home at 3 AM. Ahmed was asleep. Aisha snuck to bed, her body wrecked but ecstatic.
Morning came with Ahmed banging on her door. 'Mom! Wake up! You're late for everything!' She groaned, her pussy aching gloriously, flakes of dried cum peeling from her skin as she rose.
Her addiction deepened. She skipped prayers for more fucks. Raj got her a small 'Om' tattoo on her hip and pierced her nipples with dangling chains.
One super risky time: Ahmed's college fest. Aisha attended, but hid Raj in the car. After Ahmed's stage performance, she slipped out for a backseat frenzy. Windows steamed up as he fucked her senseless, students milling nearby.
Ahmed searched later. 'Where did Mom disappear to?'
Back home, her obsession hit a peak. She confessed to Raj, 'I want Ahmed to watch... or even join someday.' Raj's eyes widened. 'That's next-level kinky. We'll plan it slow.'
But that very night, during dinner, Ahmed confronted her. 'Mom, I know everything. I saw you from the backyard fence, fucking Raj and his friends. And you always smell like ***** cum these days.'
Aisha gasped, her fork clattering to the plate. Ahmed's eyes burned with anger... but there was a noticeable bulge tenting his pants?
(To be continued)
Aisha held her breath, pressing herself against the wall. She moved silently, slipping into her own bedroom and easing the door shut behind her without a sound. Ahmed poked his head out into the hallway, glanced around, scratched his head, and then shuffled back to his bed, muttering, 'Must have been the wind or something.'
Once safe in her room, Aisha collapsed onto her bed, her body still buzzing from the intense session. She slid her fingers into her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, scooping out the sticky mixture of ***** seed. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked them clean, savoring the salty taste. 'I need more of this tomorrow,' she whispered to herself, her mind already racing with anticipation. Exhaustion finally overtook her, and she drifted off into dreams filled with endless thick cocks surrounding her.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as Ahmed left for college early, kissing her cheek goodbye. 'See you later, Mom. Have a good day!' Aisha showered thoroughly, washing away the physical evidence, but the fire in her body refused to be quenched. Drying off, she grabbed her phone and texted Raj: 'Come over today with your friends. I want a full gangbang. I need those ***** cocks filling every hole of mine.' Raj's reply came almost instantly: 'It's all set. Be at my garage at 2 PM. Come hungry, Aisha ji.'
Under her modest abaya, Aisha dressed like a slut: a sheer black bra that barely contained her heavy tits, no panties, and a short skirt that rode up with every step. She walked over to Raj's place, her pussy already dripping in excitement. The garage door was half-open, and inside, three shirtless men waited, their pants bulging obviously. Raj, with his muscular build; Vikram, fat but with a massive low-hanging cock; and Sameer, young and lean with an impressively long dick.
'Aisha ji, these are my brothers in arms,' Raj said with a grin, locking the door behind her. Aisha let her abaya drop to the floor, revealing her slutty outfit. Their eyes locked onto her curves, especially the bulges in their pants. 'I am your '. whore now,' she declared boldly. 'Use me however you want.' The men laughed heartily. 'That's the spirit,' Vikram rumbled, stepping forward first.
Vikram pulled her close, his rough hands grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. 'These are big udders, perfect for ***** milk,' he growled, ripping off her bra. He latched onto her nipples, sucking and biting until they were raw and marked with teeth imprints. Aisha moaned loudly, 'Oh yes, bite them harder!' Sameer moved behind her, flipping up her skirt and shoving two fingers straight into her tight ass. 'This pindhi ass is begging for it,' he said, spitting on her hole for lube before pushing deeper.
Raj unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock, slapping it against her face. 'Open up and suck it, slut,' he commanded. Aisha dropped to her knees on the oily garage floor, her mouth watering. She opened wide, and Raj thrust in deep, his balls slapping her chin as he gagged her throat. 'That's it, take it all,' he grunted. Vikram pulled out his short, thick cock next and fed it into her mouth, stretching her cheeks wide. 'Good girl, choke on it,' he said while Sameer jerked his long dick over her head.
She rotated between them eagerly, sucking one cock while jerking the other two with her spit-slick hands. 'Mmm, your ***** lunds taste so fucking good,' she mumbled around a mouthful. They took turns facefucking her relentlessly. Vikram came first, blasting hot cum down her tonsils. 'Swallow every drop!' he ordered, and she did, though some overflowed from her lips. Sameer followed, painting her forehead with thick ropes. 'Wear it like makeup,' he laughed. Raj held back, saving his load for her pussy.
They stripped her completely naked and bent her over the car hood. Vikram lay underneath, guiding her pussy onto his cock. His belly slapped against her thighs as he rammed upward, stretching her wide. 'Fuck, you're tight even after all that sucking,' he groaned. Raj shoved his cock back into her mouth, while Sameer lubed her ass with spit and pushed in slowly. Aisha screamed around Raj's dick, 'Yes! Fill all my holes! Fuck me everywhere!'
The triple penetration was brutal and intense. Their bodies slammed together, making the car rock on its suspension. Sweat poured off them as they pounded her without mercy. Vikram grunted loudly, 'Here it comes!' and flooded her womb with his cum. He pulled out, and a gush of seed spilled out. Sameer sped up in her ass, her cheeks clenching around him until he shot ropes deep inside. Raj yanked her hair back and throatfucked her until he erupted, forcing her to swallow his third massive load.
But they weren't finished. They switched positions seamlessly. Sameer took her pussy now, his long dick hitting her cervix with every thrust. 'Scream for me,' he demanded, and she did. Raj claimed her ass, now loose and slick from the previous pounding. Vikram slid his cock between her massive tits, tittyfucking her hard while pinching her sore nipples. 'These jugs are made for this,' he said.
Aisha came over and over, squirting onto the garage floor in messy puddles. 'Breed this '. bitch! Give me ***** babies!' she begged wildly. The men cheered, 'We'll fill you up good!' They rotated again, even attempting a double pussy stretch with Raj and Vikram both cramming into her cunt. The pain burned into pure bliss, and she howled, 'Oh god, it's splitting me apart—don't stop!'
Hours dragged on in the sex-stinking garage. Cum coated her everywhere: a mask on her face, glazing her tits, oozing from both holes. At one point, they pissed on her in a golden shower, marking her as theirs. Aisha opened her mouth wide, drinking it down eagerly. 'Yes, mark me as your property,' she pleaded.
Finally, they gave her their last loads in a pussy creampie gangbang. She lay on her back with legs spread wide, and one by one, they pumped into her overflowing hole, mixing their seed deep inside.
Aisha dressed on shaky legs, her panty-less pussy squelching with cum as she walked home, dripping trails behind her. Raj whispered in her ear, 'Tomorrow, more at our temple. Get ready for the ultimate taboo.' Her eyes lit up with forbidden excitement.
That night, Ahmed came home late. Aisha cooked dinner, her ass still sore and pussy throbbing happily. She sat gingerly at the table. Ahmed stared at her curiously. 'Mom, you're walking a bit funny today. And you smell... kind of weird. Like sweat or something.' She blushed deeply. 'Oh, it's nothing, beta. I'm just tired from running errands all day.' But under the table, hidden from view, she slipped her fingers into her dripping slit, fingering herself quietly while chatting.
The next day, with Ahmed off at college, Aisha met Raj, who drove her to an old abandoned temple on the outskirts. His friends waited now four, including a new guy named Karan, a tattooed thug with a cruel grin.
No words were needed. They stripped her clothes off immediately and laid her on the cold altar stone. Raj tied her wrists loosely to the pillars, spreading her eagle-wide. 'Tonight, we sacrifice this '. cunt to Shiva,' he announced mockingly. They chanted fake mantras as they pulled out their cocks.
Karan went first for her throat, fucking it brutally while holding her in a choke grip. 'Take it deep, whore,' he snarled. Vikram pounded her pussy mercilessly. Sameer worked four fingers into her ass, almost fisting her. Raj lightly whipped her tits with his belt, leaving red welts. 'Beg for more pain,' he said, and she did: 'Whip me harder! Punish this sinful body!'
The orgy exploded into chaos. She took two cocks in her pussy, one in her ass, mouth stuffed full, hands jerking others. They swapped endlessly, covering her in cum baths and bukkake facials. She drank cum from bowls they collected. One of them fingered her until she squirted a fountain of whore's juice,' they laughed. Aisha joined in, laughing crazily.
As the sun set, they untied her, her body crusted with dried cum. Raj drove her back, dropping her near home.
Ahmed was waiting when she slipped inside. 'Mom, where were you all day? I called a few times.' 'Just at the market, beta,' she lied smoothly, though her veil had suspicious stains. He frowned but let it go.
The nights blurred into a haze of addiction. Aisha grew bolder. One afternoon, while Ahmed napped, Raj sneaked into their house. He bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her hard against the sink. Their thrusts were loud, skin slapping skin. Ahmed stirred in the living room. They froze, Raj's cock buried deep inside her. Ahmed yawned, 'Weird noise...' and went back to sleep. Raj resumed immediately, whispering, 'Quiet now,' before creampieing her quickly.
Another time, right after prayers at the mosque, Aisha met Raj in a nearby alley, still in her burqa. She dropped to her knees and sucked his cock through his open zipper, the public thrill making her soak the ground. 'People are walking by—hurry,' she urged between slurps.
She even bought a small ***** necklace, hiding it under her clothes. During prayers, she wore it and rubbed her pussy against the prayer mat, fantasizing about their cocks.
Ahmed started suspecting more. One day, he spotted hickeys on her neck. 'Mom, do you have a boyfriend or something? What's going on?' She slapped his arm lightly. 'Mind your studies, Ahmed! Don't ask silly questions.' But inside, her pussy got wet at the thought of being caught.
A week later, the big plan unfolded: Raj's party at his house, filled with ten ***** men. Aisha dressed as a slutty bride in a low-cut red lehenga, no underwear. She entered the backyard tent as a 'surprise for the guests.'
The men cheered wildly. Raj announced, 'Gentlemen, feast on this '. randi tonight!' The gangbang was epic. It started with her dancing seductively, hips swaying, tits spilling out. Hands groped her everywhere.
They formed a circle around her as she knelt in the center. Cocks whipped her face playfully at first. 'Suck us all, one by one,' Raj ordered. She did a round-robin blowjob, deepthroating each, licking balls hungrily. Cum facials layered on thick—ropes hitting her face from every angle.
They lifted her onto a table, legs spread wide. A queue formed for her pussy, each man getting five minutes before swapping. 'Next! Pound that hole harder!' they shouted. Her pussy turned raw and gaping. Then the ass train: doggy style in a chain, one after another reaming her backdoor.
DPs and triples everywhere. Airtight setups with cocks in every hole. They rolled her through positions—double cowgirl stacks she rode like a pro.
The finale was a massive bukkake. All ten stroked over her as she posed with tongue out. 'Cover me completely!' she begged. Ropes hit her from all sides until she swam in a pool of cum.
She cleaned every cock orally, swallowing remnants. 'Delicious,' she purred.
Raj drove her home at 3 AM. Ahmed was asleep. Aisha snuck to bed, her body wrecked but ecstatic.
Morning came with Ahmed banging on her door. 'Mom! Wake up! You're late for everything!' She groaned, her pussy aching gloriously, flakes of dried cum peeling from her skin as she rose.
Her addiction deepened. She skipped prayers for more fucks. Raj got her a small 'Om' tattoo on her hip and pierced her nipples with dangling chains.
One super risky time: Ahmed's college fest. Aisha attended, but hid Raj in the car. After Ahmed's stage performance, she slipped out for a backseat frenzy. Windows steamed up as he fucked her senseless, students milling nearby.
Ahmed searched later. 'Where did Mom disappear to?'
Back home, her obsession hit a peak. She confessed to Raj, 'I want Ahmed to watch... or even join someday.' Raj's eyes widened. 'That's next-level kinky. We'll plan it slow.'
But that very night, during dinner, Ahmed confronted her. 'Mom, I know everything. I saw you from the backyard fence, fucking Raj and his friends. And you always smell like ***** cum these days.'
Aisha gasped, her fork clattering to the plate. Ahmed's eyes burned with anger... but there was a noticeable bulge tenting his pants?
(To be continued)
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