Misc. Erotica Couple swapping sexperience of Chaitali by Anonymous

[Aslaan pala]

Hi, it's Chaitali here, diving back into that unforgettable night when I finally kept my promise to Bhanu Bhaiya—giving him my anal cherry in a way that still makes my body tingle just thinking about it. But this time, let me rewrite it how it could have gone if it was just the two of us, all alone in his Delhi flat, no distractions from the others. No Manish holding my hand, no Gunjan cheering from the sidelines. Just me and Bhanu, raw and intense, with me pushing my own boundaries in ways I never imagined. And oh, that little twist where I surprised him with something he'd never experienced before—a rimjob that left him shaking. Whew, reliving this is getting me wet all over again. I'll tell it slow and detailed, like always, from my breathless perspective.
It was a humid Tuesday evening, about two weeks after that wild farmhouse orgy where I'd whispered my promise to him amid all the moans and sweat. Bhanu had texted me earlier: "Bhabhi, aaj raat free ho? Promise yaad hai na? Sirf hum dono." My heart skipped—Manish was out of town for work, the kid asleep at my mom's, so I had the perfect excuse. "Haan bhaiya, aa rahi hoon. Aaj poora karte hain," I replied, my fingers trembling on the phone. I dressed slutty for him: a tight red blouse that barely contained my breasts, no bra, a sheer saree dbangd low on my hips, and lacy black panties that I knew wouldn't stay on long. I'd prepped at home—shaved smooth everywhere, even practiced with that small plug Gunjan gave me, sliding it in and out while imagining his thick cock. But nerves hit hard during the drive; anal was still so taboo, so scary, especially with someone as hung and dominant as Bhanu.
He opened the door in nothing but loose shorts, his broad chest glistening slightly from the heat, that mischievous grin lighting up his face. "Finally, meri pyari bhabhi," he murmured, pulling me inside and locking the door. No small talk—he crushed his lips to mine right there in the hallway, his hands roaming my body like he owned it. I melted into him, tasting whiskey on his tongue, my nipples hardening against his skin. "Bhaiya, itna jaldi?" I teased, breathless as he untucked my saree, letting it pool at my feet. "Jaldi kya, bhabhi? Do hafte se intezaar kar raha hoon teri is tight gaand ka. Aaj leke rahunga."
We stumbled to the bedroom, clothes shedding along the way—my blouse ripped open, his shorts yanked down to reveal that monster cock, already throbbing and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. He pushed me onto the bed, face down, ass up, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, but so damn aroused. "Dekho kitni sundar hai yeh," he growled, spreading my cheeks wide, his breath hot on my skin. But I wanted to surprise him first—turn the tables a bit. I'd read about it online, curious after our group talks, and tonight felt right. "Ruko bhaiya," I whispered, twisting around to face him. "Pehle main kuch naya try karti hoon. Tumhare liye first time hoga."
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, as I guided him to lie back, his cock standing tall like a flagpole. I started slow, kissing down his chest, licking his nipples until he groaned, then trailing lower—over his abs, to his thighs. "Kya kar rahi ho, bhabhi?" he asked, voice husky with confusion and excitement. I didn't answer—instead, I spread his legs wider, lifting them slightly, and dipped my head between his cheeks. My tongue flicked out tentatively at first, circling his tight hole, tasting the musky saltiness. "Oh fuck! Chaitali... yeh kya?" he gasped, his body jolting like he'd been shocked. I'd never done this before either, but the power of it—the way his massive frame trembled under my touch—turned me on insanely. I went bolder, lapping flat-tongued, probing the rim, then pushing inside just a bit. "Ahh, bhabhi... zindagi mein pehli baar... itna mazaa... mat rukna!" he moaned, his hands fisting the sheets, hips bucking slightly. I hummed against him, the vibration making him curse louder: "Teri jeebh... gaand mein... oh god, main paagal ho jaunga!" It lasted maybe five minutes, but he was rock-hard, leaking pre-cum everywhere, his face flushed with shock and bliss. "Ab bas, bhabhi. Ab meri baari," he panted, flipping me over roughly.
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand—cool and slick as he drizzled it over my ass, his fingers massaging it in. "Tumne mujhe itna garam kiya, ab main teri gaand ko apna banaunga," he said, voice low and commanding. One finger first—pushing past the ring, stretching me with slow twists. I whimpered into the pillow: "Bhaiya... dard ho raha, but acha lag raha." He added a second, scissoring, curling to hit that spot that made my pussy clench and drip. "Kitni tight hai, bhabhi. Virgin gaand mera lund ke liye bani hai," he whispered, leaning down to bite my earlobe. His free hand reached under, rubbing my clit in circles, building the pleasure to drown the burn. I was moaning nonstop: "Aur andar, bhaiya... finger fuck me there."
When he positioned himself—his thick head pressing against my hole—I braced, breathing deep. "Relax, meri randi bhabhi. Le lo mujhe," he coaxed, pushing forward. The pressure was intense, burning as the head popped in. "Ahh! Bhaiya, ruk jao... bara hai tumhara!" I cried, tears welling, but he held still, stroking my back. "Shh, dheere se. Batao jab ready ho." After a moment, the pain eased into that full, throbbing ache—almost pleasurable. "Ab daalo... poora," I begged, pushing back. He groaned as he sank in inch by inch: "Ahh, Chaitali... teri gaand mujhe kha rahi hai. Itni garam, itni tight!" Fully buried—balls deep—he paused, letting me feel every vein pulsing inside me.
Then the thrusts started—slow at first, shallow, building rhythm. "Kaisa lag raha, bhabhi? Mera lund teri gaand mein?" he asked, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Bada... bhara... but fuck me harder, bhaiya!" I pleaded, the sensation overwhelming, sparks shooting through my body. He sped up, slamming deeper, the slap of his balls against my pussy echoing. "Le lo! Meri slut bhabhi... gaand marwa rahi hai jaise pro!" he growled, spanking my ass—sharp stings that made me yelp and clench around him. I reached back, spreading myself wider: "Zor se, bhaiya! Rip me open!" The dirty talk fueled him; he pounded relentlessly, one hand fisting my hair, pulling my head back. "Cum for me, bhabhi. Apni gaand se mera lund doodh nikaalo."
It hit me like a wave—orgasm ripping through, my ass spasming around him, pussy squirting onto the sheets without even being touched. "Ahh, bhaiya! Cumming... oh fuck!" I screamed, body convulsing. He roared: "Main bhi... teri gaand mein cum kar du?" But he pulled out at the last second, stroking furiously, hot ropes shooting across my back and ass cheeks. "Marking you, bhabhi... meri ho tum."
We collapsed, sweaty and spent, his arms wrapping around me. "First rimjob of my life, and now your cherry... best night ever," he whispered, kissing my neck. I smiled weakly: "Aur bhi karenge, bhaiya. Ab toh addicted ho gayi." Little did I know, that was just the start of our private sessions—darker, more intense each time.