11-12-2025, 10:02 AM
The next day dawned with the usual routine, but the undercurrent of excitement buzzed between Aisha and Ahmed like electricity. Ahmed headed to college, his mind wandering during classes to the slick heat of his mother's body and the grunts of those truckers. By the time he got home, Aisha was already preparing, slipping into a modest dupatta that hid the lacy black bra underneath, her salwar kameez flowing loosely but clinging just enough to hint at her curves.
"Beta, eat something quick," she said, setting a plate of roti and curry on the table. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him. "We leave in an hour. Raj will meet us at the temple gate."
Ahmed shoveled food into his mouth, his cock twitching at the thought. "The priest... what's his name again? And what exactly happens there? People pray all day."
She sat beside him, her hand resting on his knee. "Pandit Sharma. He's known Raj for years. The temple's old, with back rooms no one uses much. He wants to... bless me, in his way. With a few others joining. The chants outside will cover the sounds." Her fingers traced up his thigh. "It'll be thrilling, beta. Fucking in a holy place, right under their noses."
He swallowed hard, pushing his plate away. "I'm hard already, Mom. What if someone walks in?"
Aisha leaned in, kissing his neck. "That's the fun. Now go change. Something casual."
They drove to the temple as the sun dipped low, the air thick with incense even from the car. Raj waited by the entrance, his smile wide as he waved them over. He wore a simple kurta, blending in with the devotees streaming inside for evening prayers.
"Aisha ji, Ahmed! Come, the pandit's waiting." Raj led them through the crowded courtyard, past families lighting diyas and murmuring mantras. Aisha's heart raced with each step, the forbidden thrill making her pussy throb.
They slipped into a side door, down a dim corridor lined with faded murals of gods and goddesses. The pandit stood at the end, a wiry man in his fifties with a white beard and tilak on his forehead. His eyes lit up when he saw Aisha.
"Namaste, beautiful one," he said, his voice low and reverent. "Raj has told me of your devotion. Come, the altar awaits."
Ahmed glanced around the small chamber, bare except for a low stone platform dbangd in red cloth, flickering oil lamps casting shadows. Two other men lingered in the corners—temple helpers, young and muscular, their lungis loose around their waists.
Aisha removed her dupatta, letting her hair fall free. "Pandit ji, I come to offer myself. Use this body for your pleasure." She untied her kameez, letting it drop to reveal her full breasts straining against the lace.
The pandit nodded approvingly, stepping closer. "A true devotee. Kneel before the altar." She obeyed, her knees on the cool stone, ass raised slightly. Raj and Ahmed stood back, watching as the pandit lifted his kurta, revealing a surprisingly thick cock already stiffening.
"Chant with me," the pandit instructed, but his words twisted into something erotic. He pressed the head of his dick against her lips. "Om... suck this holy rod, daughter."
Aisha opened her mouth, taking him in deep, her tongue swirling around the veined shaft. She bobbed her head, slurping loudly, the wet sounds echoing off the walls. The helpers moved in, one dropping his lungi to stroke his long, dark cock, the other groping her tits from behind, pinching her nipples until they hardened.
Raj whispered to Ahmed, "See how she worships? Your mom's a natural at this." Ahmed nodded, his hand adjusting his growing bulge. The thrill of the temple bells ringing outside, mixed with her muffled moans, made his pulse race.
The pandit gripped her hair, fucking her face steadily. "Good girl. Take the seed of Shiva into your throat." He thrust deeper, his balls slapping her chin. One helper, Vikram, knelt behind her, hiking up her salwar and yanking it down with her panties. Her pussy glistened, exposed to the sacred air.
"Wet already," Vikram murmured, spitting on his fingers and rubbing her clit. He slid two inside, pumping fast. "This '. cunt begs for ***** cock."
Aisha moaned around the pandit's dick, pushing back against the fingers. The other helper, Deepak, fed his cock to her hand, and she stroked it eagerly, her body rocking between them.
Ahmed couldn't hold back. He unzipped, pulling out his cock and stepping closer. "Mom, can I...?"
She pulled off the pandit with a pop, saliva stringing from her lips. "Yes, beta. Join the ritual." She turned her head, sucking Ahmed's cock while Vikram lined up and slammed into her pussy from behind. The force made her gasp, but she took it all, her mouth working Ahmed's shaft with expert suction.
The pandit watched, stroking himself. "Beautiful. Now, fill her holes as offerings." He moved behind, pushing Vikram aside briefly to rub his cock against her ass. "This back entrance—has it been blessed?"
"Many times, Pandit ji," Aisha panted, releasing Ahmed to answer. "Stretch it wide."
Vikram took her pussy again, and the pandit pressed into her ass, the double penetration making her cry out. Deepak shoved his dick back into her mouth, silencing her with thrusts. Raj joined now, his cock in her hand, the five men surrounding her like a circle of worshippers.
Ahmed stood to the side, jerking off furiously, the sight of his mother impaled and used in this holy space overwhelming. Her body jiggled with each pound, tits bouncing, sweat mixing with the lamp oil scent. The temple chants grew louder outside, a rhythmic backdrop to their grunts.
"Fuck her harder! Make the slut scream her prayers," Raj urged, slapping her ass cheek red.
Vikram came first, groaning as he pumped his load deep into her pussy. "Take it, randi!" He pulled out, cum leaking down her thighs. The pandit followed, burying in her ass and unloading with a chant-like moan. "Om... fill this hole with divine essence."
Deepak face-fucked her until he exploded, cum spilling from her lips as she swallowed what she could. Aisha gasped for air, but Raj was quick, flipping her onto her back on the altar. He spread her legs wide, thrusting into the messy pussy. "My turn to claim you here."
Ahmed approached her head, and she pulled him down for a kiss, tasting the cum on her tongue. Then she guided his cock into her mouth again, sucking while Raj pounded away. The other men watched, recovering, their cocks hardening at the sight.
"Beta, cum on Mama's face," she mumbled around him. "Mark me like the others."
He nodded, pumping faster until he pulled out, stroking to shoot ropes across her cheeks and lips. She licked it up, eyes locked on his. Raj grunted, adding his load inside her, mixing with the rest.
The pandit clapped slowly. "A fine offering. But the night is young. Rest, then we move to the inner sanctum. More devotees wait."
They cleaned up minimally, Aisha wiping cum from her face with her dupatta, her body aching deliciously. As they slipped back into the corridor, a group of worshippers passed nearby, oblivious. The close call sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through her.
Later, in the inner room—a hidden alcove behind the main idol—they gathered again. This time, four more men joined: older temple regulars, drawn by whispers of the 'special puja.' Aisha lay on a mat, legs spread, inviting them all.
"Come, Hindus. Defile this '. body in your god's shadow," she said boldly, her voice husky.
They swarmed her, cocks everywhere. One in her pussy, another in her ass, hands and mouths on her tits and clit. Ahmed and Raj took turns in her mouth, the overload of sensations making her orgasm repeatedly, her screams blending with distant bells.
One man, an elderly devotee named Mohan, fucked her slowly, savoring. "Your pussy milks me like a goddess. Cum for me." He rubbed her clit until she squirted, soaking the mat.
Ahmed watched in awe, then joined the ass fuck, double-teaming her with another. Her hole stretched impossibly, the friction intense. "Mom, you're taking us all so well."
Hours passed in a blur of thrusts, cum, and moans. By midnight, Aisha was covered in loads, her skin sticky, pussy and ass gaping slightly. The men departed one by one, sated and silent.
Raj helped her dress, kissing her forehead. "You were divine tonight, Aisha ji. The pandit wants you back weekly."
Ahmed supported her as they left, the temple quiet now. In the car, she leaned against him. "Beta, that was intense. Did you enjoy?"
"More than ever," he admitted, driving home. "The risk... it's addictive. What's next?"
She smiled sleepily. "Tomorrow, a family gathering at Raj's. His brothers and uncles. And maybe invite neighbors. Spread the word."
At home, they bathed together, his hands gentle on her sore spots. As they cuddled in bed, her hand on his cock, sleep came with dreams of endless orgies, the taboo flame burning brighter.
The following evening, Raj's house buzzed with relatives— a Diwali after-party, though the festival had passed. Laughter filled the air, plates of sweets passed around. Aisha arrived with Ahmed, dressed conservatively, but Raj's knowing wink set her pulse racing.
In the backyard, away from prying eyes, the real party began. Raj's brothers—tall, broad-shouldered men like him—gathered around a fire pit. Uncles too, grizzled but eager. Eight in total, plus Raj.
"Aisha, show them what you bring," Raj said, pulling her into the circle.
She stripped confidently, standing nude in the cool night air, firelight dancing on her skin. "Use me, all of you. My son watches."
The men cheered, clothes shedding. Raj's brother Vikash, the oldest, approached first, bending her over a bench and sliding into her pussy from behind. "Tight even after all that temple fun," he grunted, thrusting deep.
Another brother, Arjun, knelt in front, feeding her his cock. She sucked greedily, hands on two more dicks stroking them. Ahmed sat nearby, cock out, the family vibe twisting the taboo further.
Uncles joined, one pinching her nipples while fucking her mouth next. Cum flew early—Vikash pulling out to spray her back, Arjun down her throat. They rotated, her body passed like a prize: pussy, ass, mouth filled in endless combinations.
"Gangbang this whore!" Raj yelled, joining to double-penetrate her ass with an uncle, the stretch making her howl. Ahmed took a turn in her pussy, the familial cocks around heightening his arousal. "Mom, surrounded by them... it's hot."
She moaned, riding him while sucking another. "Yes, beta. Our family now."
The night wore on, the yard smelling of sex and smoke. Loads coated her inside and out, her orgasms shaking her core. By dawn, exhausted men slumped, but Aisha glowed, insatiable.
As they drove home, Ahmed's hand between her legs, fingering the cum-filled pussy. "Neighbors next? Like you said?"
"Soon," she whispered. "Mr. Singh saw us that night. Time to invite him properly. And maybe the whole street."
Their adventures escalated, boundaries shattered, the thrill of exposure looming larger with each forbidden step.
(To be continued)
"Beta, eat something quick," she said, setting a plate of roti and curry on the table. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him. "We leave in an hour. Raj will meet us at the temple gate."
Ahmed shoveled food into his mouth, his cock twitching at the thought. "The priest... what's his name again? And what exactly happens there? People pray all day."
She sat beside him, her hand resting on his knee. "Pandit Sharma. He's known Raj for years. The temple's old, with back rooms no one uses much. He wants to... bless me, in his way. With a few others joining. The chants outside will cover the sounds." Her fingers traced up his thigh. "It'll be thrilling, beta. Fucking in a holy place, right under their noses."
He swallowed hard, pushing his plate away. "I'm hard already, Mom. What if someone walks in?"
Aisha leaned in, kissing his neck. "That's the fun. Now go change. Something casual."
They drove to the temple as the sun dipped low, the air thick with incense even from the car. Raj waited by the entrance, his smile wide as he waved them over. He wore a simple kurta, blending in with the devotees streaming inside for evening prayers.
"Aisha ji, Ahmed! Come, the pandit's waiting." Raj led them through the crowded courtyard, past families lighting diyas and murmuring mantras. Aisha's heart raced with each step, the forbidden thrill making her pussy throb.
They slipped into a side door, down a dim corridor lined with faded murals of gods and goddesses. The pandit stood at the end, a wiry man in his fifties with a white beard and tilak on his forehead. His eyes lit up when he saw Aisha.
"Namaste, beautiful one," he said, his voice low and reverent. "Raj has told me of your devotion. Come, the altar awaits."
Ahmed glanced around the small chamber, bare except for a low stone platform dbangd in red cloth, flickering oil lamps casting shadows. Two other men lingered in the corners—temple helpers, young and muscular, their lungis loose around their waists.
Aisha removed her dupatta, letting her hair fall free. "Pandit ji, I come to offer myself. Use this body for your pleasure." She untied her kameez, letting it drop to reveal her full breasts straining against the lace.
The pandit nodded approvingly, stepping closer. "A true devotee. Kneel before the altar." She obeyed, her knees on the cool stone, ass raised slightly. Raj and Ahmed stood back, watching as the pandit lifted his kurta, revealing a surprisingly thick cock already stiffening.
"Chant with me," the pandit instructed, but his words twisted into something erotic. He pressed the head of his dick against her lips. "Om... suck this holy rod, daughter."
Aisha opened her mouth, taking him in deep, her tongue swirling around the veined shaft. She bobbed her head, slurping loudly, the wet sounds echoing off the walls. The helpers moved in, one dropping his lungi to stroke his long, dark cock, the other groping her tits from behind, pinching her nipples until they hardened.
Raj whispered to Ahmed, "See how she worships? Your mom's a natural at this." Ahmed nodded, his hand adjusting his growing bulge. The thrill of the temple bells ringing outside, mixed with her muffled moans, made his pulse race.
The pandit gripped her hair, fucking her face steadily. "Good girl. Take the seed of Shiva into your throat." He thrust deeper, his balls slapping her chin. One helper, Vikram, knelt behind her, hiking up her salwar and yanking it down with her panties. Her pussy glistened, exposed to the sacred air.
"Wet already," Vikram murmured, spitting on his fingers and rubbing her clit. He slid two inside, pumping fast. "This '. cunt begs for ***** cock."
Aisha moaned around the pandit's dick, pushing back against the fingers. The other helper, Deepak, fed his cock to her hand, and she stroked it eagerly, her body rocking between them.
Ahmed couldn't hold back. He unzipped, pulling out his cock and stepping closer. "Mom, can I...?"
She pulled off the pandit with a pop, saliva stringing from her lips. "Yes, beta. Join the ritual." She turned her head, sucking Ahmed's cock while Vikram lined up and slammed into her pussy from behind. The force made her gasp, but she took it all, her mouth working Ahmed's shaft with expert suction.
The pandit watched, stroking himself. "Beautiful. Now, fill her holes as offerings." He moved behind, pushing Vikram aside briefly to rub his cock against her ass. "This back entrance—has it been blessed?"
"Many times, Pandit ji," Aisha panted, releasing Ahmed to answer. "Stretch it wide."
Vikram took her pussy again, and the pandit pressed into her ass, the double penetration making her cry out. Deepak shoved his dick back into her mouth, silencing her with thrusts. Raj joined now, his cock in her hand, the five men surrounding her like a circle of worshippers.
Ahmed stood to the side, jerking off furiously, the sight of his mother impaled and used in this holy space overwhelming. Her body jiggled with each pound, tits bouncing, sweat mixing with the lamp oil scent. The temple chants grew louder outside, a rhythmic backdrop to their grunts.
"Fuck her harder! Make the slut scream her prayers," Raj urged, slapping her ass cheek red.
Vikram came first, groaning as he pumped his load deep into her pussy. "Take it, randi!" He pulled out, cum leaking down her thighs. The pandit followed, burying in her ass and unloading with a chant-like moan. "Om... fill this hole with divine essence."
Deepak face-fucked her until he exploded, cum spilling from her lips as she swallowed what she could. Aisha gasped for air, but Raj was quick, flipping her onto her back on the altar. He spread her legs wide, thrusting into the messy pussy. "My turn to claim you here."
Ahmed approached her head, and she pulled him down for a kiss, tasting the cum on her tongue. Then she guided his cock into her mouth again, sucking while Raj pounded away. The other men watched, recovering, their cocks hardening at the sight.
"Beta, cum on Mama's face," she mumbled around him. "Mark me like the others."
He nodded, pumping faster until he pulled out, stroking to shoot ropes across her cheeks and lips. She licked it up, eyes locked on his. Raj grunted, adding his load inside her, mixing with the rest.
The pandit clapped slowly. "A fine offering. But the night is young. Rest, then we move to the inner sanctum. More devotees wait."
They cleaned up minimally, Aisha wiping cum from her face with her dupatta, her body aching deliciously. As they slipped back into the corridor, a group of worshippers passed nearby, oblivious. The close call sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through her.
Later, in the inner room—a hidden alcove behind the main idol—they gathered again. This time, four more men joined: older temple regulars, drawn by whispers of the 'special puja.' Aisha lay on a mat, legs spread, inviting them all.
"Come, Hindus. Defile this '. body in your god's shadow," she said boldly, her voice husky.
They swarmed her, cocks everywhere. One in her pussy, another in her ass, hands and mouths on her tits and clit. Ahmed and Raj took turns in her mouth, the overload of sensations making her orgasm repeatedly, her screams blending with distant bells.
One man, an elderly devotee named Mohan, fucked her slowly, savoring. "Your pussy milks me like a goddess. Cum for me." He rubbed her clit until she squirted, soaking the mat.
Ahmed watched in awe, then joined the ass fuck, double-teaming her with another. Her hole stretched impossibly, the friction intense. "Mom, you're taking us all so well."
Hours passed in a blur of thrusts, cum, and moans. By midnight, Aisha was covered in loads, her skin sticky, pussy and ass gaping slightly. The men departed one by one, sated and silent.
Raj helped her dress, kissing her forehead. "You were divine tonight, Aisha ji. The pandit wants you back weekly."
Ahmed supported her as they left, the temple quiet now. In the car, she leaned against him. "Beta, that was intense. Did you enjoy?"
"More than ever," he admitted, driving home. "The risk... it's addictive. What's next?"
She smiled sleepily. "Tomorrow, a family gathering at Raj's. His brothers and uncles. And maybe invite neighbors. Spread the word."
At home, they bathed together, his hands gentle on her sore spots. As they cuddled in bed, her hand on his cock, sleep came with dreams of endless orgies, the taboo flame burning brighter.
The following evening, Raj's house buzzed with relatives— a Diwali after-party, though the festival had passed. Laughter filled the air, plates of sweets passed around. Aisha arrived with Ahmed, dressed conservatively, but Raj's knowing wink set her pulse racing.
In the backyard, away from prying eyes, the real party began. Raj's brothers—tall, broad-shouldered men like him—gathered around a fire pit. Uncles too, grizzled but eager. Eight in total, plus Raj.
"Aisha, show them what you bring," Raj said, pulling her into the circle.
She stripped confidently, standing nude in the cool night air, firelight dancing on her skin. "Use me, all of you. My son watches."
The men cheered, clothes shedding. Raj's brother Vikash, the oldest, approached first, bending her over a bench and sliding into her pussy from behind. "Tight even after all that temple fun," he grunted, thrusting deep.
Another brother, Arjun, knelt in front, feeding her his cock. She sucked greedily, hands on two more dicks stroking them. Ahmed sat nearby, cock out, the family vibe twisting the taboo further.
Uncles joined, one pinching her nipples while fucking her mouth next. Cum flew early—Vikash pulling out to spray her back, Arjun down her throat. They rotated, her body passed like a prize: pussy, ass, mouth filled in endless combinations.
"Gangbang this whore!" Raj yelled, joining to double-penetrate her ass with an uncle, the stretch making her howl. Ahmed took a turn in her pussy, the familial cocks around heightening his arousal. "Mom, surrounded by them... it's hot."
She moaned, riding him while sucking another. "Yes, beta. Our family now."
The night wore on, the yard smelling of sex and smoke. Loads coated her inside and out, her orgasms shaking her core. By dawn, exhausted men slumped, but Aisha glowed, insatiable.
As they drove home, Ahmed's hand between her legs, fingering the cum-filled pussy. "Neighbors next? Like you said?"
"Soon," she whispered. "Mr. Singh saw us that night. Time to invite him properly. And maybe the whole street."
Their adventures escalated, boundaries shattered, the thrill of exposure looming larger with each forbidden step.
(To be continued)
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