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"We're sure," Vicky said. "Unless you want us to stop."


She didn't even think of answering, too lost in the moment and what was unfolding in front of her. She felt the strap of her bikini fall and Raj's fingers traced down the front of her shoulder onto her chest, brushing lightly over the top of her breast and then a cross her nipples which were now fully erect. She moaned at the feeling, which probably gave them all the answer they needed and left no doubt that she wanted this.

Vicky reached down to her waist. He slowly pulled on strings of her bikini bottom which fell open, exposing her pussy for these three young studs to see and marvel at.



She automatically lifted herself off the couch just a bit so that he could pull them smoothly off her.

A moment of panic surged through her as she was becoming naked here with these guys, but she realized how much she wanted this and needed this. The panic soon turned into a feeling of excitement and almost exhilaration at being on display in front these young men that obviously liked looking at her body and wanted her.

She sat back down and lifted her feet out of the bottoms, now naked and fully exposed to the three boys except for her bikini top hanging down around her waist.

Vicky placed his hands on her knees, now slowly pushing them apart. She allowed it, and her legs spread to reveal her trimmed pussy for everyone see. She open her legs wide as if she was offering her body to them as a gift or prize to be taken.



Sunny and Raj each held one of her breasts in their hand, but they froze to gaze at her most intimate body part. She wondered if it was the first they seen. She doubted it, but it might have been in any case she was enjoying the attention and thinking about what was going to happen next.

Vicky, seemed to be more experienced and sure of himself as he gazed directly into her snatch, smiling. She wondered if he could tell how wet she was.



Raj and Sunny began squeezing the breast in their hand while continuing to stare, alternating between her pussy and her breasts.

Vicky looked as well, but he spent more time looking directly into her eyes. She held his stare even as he stood, and began unfastening his pants, letting them drop to the floor.

Her gaze then went to his crotch. A large bulge had formed in his boxers, and she knew that this boy was indeed a man, a well hung man with a major erection sticking straight out that was just waiting there for her to take it and to enjoy in every way she could imagine.



The other two then began fumbling with their pants, not wanting to release her breast but unable to figure out how to get out of their pants without it. They finally managed, both sporting erections, only Sunny wearing jockey shorts. This made his erection more noticeable, and she stared at it.

"You'd better get those off before you hurt yourself," she said. Did she really say that? And was her voice actually an octave lower than a moment ago? She knew that she was fully wanted this to happen.

Sunny stood and pulled his jockeys off. His erection sprang out and bounced in front of him as he stood still. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around it, causing him to almost whimper. "Oh you're so sweet is this for me?" she teasingly asked.

She pulled on his dick and shifted her legs slightly towards him, inviting him to step in between. He did, and she pulled him down, now kneeling before her in place of Vicky.



He stared at this up close look at her pussy before he reached out to touch it. His touch was gentle, too gentle, as he felt around as if it was his first time.

She reached down to her own crotch and placed her hand over his, forcing it to push harder onto her. One finger pushed slightly into her entrance and she moaned in lust.

He caught on, exploring her slit with a firmer hand, causing her to moan some more. She was on fire, and feeling like a slut.



"Fuck me," she said softly, looking directly into his eyes, which suddenly opened wide in surprise.

Rising up, Sunny took hold of his hard cock and placed it in her slit as she spread her legs as wide as she could.

Finding her hole, he placed his dick at the entrance and his hands on either side of her as he leaned in and pushed with his hips, slipping his cock into her. Madhuri moaned when she felt his hard shaft push her open.



She wrapped her legs around him, helping to pull him into her with a smoother rhythm. His cock felt great inside and her body was grateful for the long awaited relief.

Sunny lasted for only a few minutes before she could feel him swell inside her. She knew he was going to cum before he did. She pulled him tightly to her with her legs, holding him inside, and he began to shoot his semen deep inside her pussy. After the first two spurts she relaxed her grip as he pumped in and out with each new squirt until she also felt an orgasm coming on.



Again her legs pulled him deep inside her and held him there. He was pretty much done by this time, but she exploded, loudly, with her pussy pulsating and squeezing around his cock.

She was sure he enjoyed this as well as she did and that she had drained him while enjoying her own orgasm. It had been a long time since she had had a release like that.

He pulled out, slowly, when her legs eased up on him. But she was not finished. Or, rather, they were not finished with her. The other two guys needed release as well, especially after seeing Sunny cum inside her.



Raj had been stroking himself while watching them fuck, and could hardly wait to get in between her legs. His dick was longer than Sunny's she was looking forward to feeling it in her pussy. He began fucking her and he did reach deeper inside her than Sunny did but in less than a minute into it he began shooting his load. She again held him tight, deep inside. She enjoyed feeling his cock so deep in her, but it did nothing to get her closer to another orgasm.

When he was finished he rolled off her as her attention was shifted to Vicky.



Vicky walked over towering over her as he stepped between her legs. He was the oldest of the three, and the biggest and looking up at him made him seem even bigger. And to see his large erection pointing upward right in front of her made her melt.

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As hot as she was, seeing his dick made her juices actually flow. Her mouth literally began to water. He looked to be longer much ticker than Raj.


Vicky was thick. Very thick. As thick as any she had ever seen. Damn, she wanted that thing inside her, right here and right now!

Vicky had to have been hot as well. Not only was she spread out naked and on display, but he had just witnessed two guys fuck her. He did seem to hurry to get between her legs and line up his large cock, but then slowed down a bit.



Holding his cock by the base, he rubbed the head of it along her slit. It felt good, but it wasn't necessary -- her pussy was soaked and dripping from both boys' cum and a huge amount of her own juices.

"Fuck me!" she demanded, though in a soft, deep, desperate voice. "Fuck me now!"

She looked up at his face and saw that he looked anxious as well. Looking back down at her slit, his strong fingers pushed the sides of her pussy apart, making a bigger hole for his thick cock.

Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, right between his fingers, he pushed in, splitting her in two. It entered a couple of inches into her and paused, then without pulling out any he pushed a couple more inches in. She moaned at the warm, full feeling.

Vicky lifted her spread legs and placed them over his shoulders, her knees bent over them. That opened her up a little more, which was good. His was the thickest cock she had ever had, possibly the thickest anything that had been shoved into her vagina. It spread her wide, and sent electric shocks from there throughout her body.



He pulled out a little, then he pushed hard, thrusting his entire rod up into her center. She cried out, not in pain but in surprise and pleasure. He pulled out, then pushed in hard once again as she cried out once more.

"Yes!" she yelled. "Fuck me!"

He slammed into her a few more times as she tried to push her hips up to help him.

"Fuck!" she said again. "Harder! Harder!" her pussy was on fire, and she wanted more.

She pulled her legs up hooking them behind his shoulders and pulling herself up to meet his thrusts. She felt so full. Her eyes must have been bugging out.



He was drilling her, reaching deep inside, reaming out her insides. Her pussy felt more full - she thought Vicky's cock must be even bigger than it had looked.

She couldn't help but scream out as she reached a mind blowing orgasm.

"SHHHHIIIIIIITTT!!!!!" she yelled as her insides began to vibrate with spasms of uncontrolled pleasure that rippled and spread all through her body.

"Oh, Damn!" she was nearly limp, but Vicky kept plowing into her and her body responded. She fucked back harder now, hungering for more of that electric feeling, craving that release that she knew was just moments away.



His strong muscular arms wrapped around and under her legs and reached for her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, he then grabbed her nipples, pinching them and pulling them up and away from her body.

Each time he thrust into her his fingers went upward, pinching and pulling her nipples, stretching her breasts up, hurting them so much it felt wonderful. Electricity shot from her nipples down to her pussy and back again.

"FFFUUUCCCKK!!!" she yelled as another orgasm rocked her entire body.

"FUCK ME HARD POUND MY CUNT! PLEEAAASSSE!!" she cried as her insides seemed to turn to mush. She was delirious and nearly out of her mind lost in a mind blowing orgasm that words cannot begin to describe.



Vicky stood alongside her, grinding his hips forward to force his cock even deeper into her. This angle gave her a different feeling, hitting different places in her pussy sending flashes of the most intense sensations that she had ever experienced throughout her body.

He increased the pace of his trusts, driving it in faster, ramming it in deeper and harder like a wild animal whose very life and very existence depend on him Cumming inside her. She felt like she was going to pass out having orgasm after orgasm as he pound into her, now making her nearly delirious with the incredible fucking she was now receiving .

She had no idea where the other guys were, what they were doing, or how long Vicky had been drilling her.



She felt him hammer her harder now, speeding up, groaning, finally yelling out as his cum began shooting into her, coating her already soaked pussy with his sperm.

He kept driving into her as his spurts eased, and she squeezed her pussy hard around his shaft to keep him spurting and inside her as long as possible.

As he pulled out, she flopped over face down, totally spent and unable to think, let alone move.

"Go ahead. Try again," she thought she heard Vicky say, and then someone was behind her. It was Raj, though she didn't know it at the time. She didn't care.



Vicky must have seen that Raj had an erection and thought he should have another chance.

He moved her one leg, hanging it off the couch, gaining access to her pussy from behind, He lifted up her hips a little and slid his hard dick between her lips and into her pussy doggy style.

Raj pushed himself in while pulling back on her hips. She hardly noticed his long dick thrusting into her, but she heard the squishing as he pushed cum out of her filled up pussy.

Fucking her from behind did provide a different angle, and he was rubbing her clit, which began sending pleasant sparks radiating outward.



She was only vaguely aware of those sparks until suddenly another orgasm hit her, seemingly from nowhere. The increasing rhythm of his thrusts, he then peaked, grunting and grinding himself into her as she held on as if for dear life and moaned as another orgasm hit her. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing Raj's dick inside her and evidently setting off her second orgasm.

Raj's collapsed on top of her and they lay there, both breathing heavily. After a few minutes Raj stood up and his softening cock plopped out from Madhuri's cunt his cream was leaking from her.



That was it. All three boys seemed done in having gotten all the fucking they could handle for one day.

Madhuri likewise lay there exhausted and too tired to move. She had fucked all three young men in some cases more than once and the smell the mixture of all of their juices filled the air. She was still swollen and wet, and tender from all the cock she had had in her cunt!

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Madhuri's mind drifted off, she thought she heard mumbled voices, but had no idea what they were saying. She didn't care. Both her mind and body felt like total mush. All she remembered was the guys saying goodbye to her, touching her, feeling her up one last time before getting dressed and then walking out the door. Then she was alone.




I was still upstairs and had seen and heard most of what had gone on. I heard the boys closing the door when they left and then I watched them walking out the driveway and then next door to Sunny's house.

I walked downstairs to check on Madhuri. I don't know how long she lay there; face down on the couch, her ass in the air, arms curled up under her.

There she was my wife. My wife who just been ravaged by three teenage boys used as their whore. Cum covered and exhausted she looked like she had just been fucked into oblivion and at the same time she had a strangely contented smile on her face that made me almost most as happy and as satisfied as she clearly was.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"This was the most humiliating and degrading day of my life." She replied "And the most exciting, it was great."



When she finally tried to get up it was a difficult chore her pussy was so sore she could not walk properly. She found her way to the bathroom and settled into a nice warm bath that I had run for her. I brought her drink and set down next to her.

I guess she was a little concerned about what my reaction would be to what just happened when she asked, "what do we do now?'

I gave her a reassuring smile and said, "Let's start with a nice dinner out at a fancy restaurant and then maybe a long weekend trip to Cancun to celebrate your new found status as a Cougar. After that we will have to see what else we can check off your bucket list."

The next day I went next door to Sunny's house and dropped off the money for the yard work. He had a sheepish look on his face when he opened the door and saw me. As I handed him the money I told him "my wife said you guys did an outstanding job yesterday I'll see if there any more odd jobs you can do for us, that is if you're still interested?" He smiled and said "sure thing I would love to work on your yard again, anytime."



I smiled as I turn around and walked back to our house and thought to myself yes kid I am sure you would.


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#Shraddha Srinath

Shraddha Srinath was 24 years old. She had many boyfriends in her past but none could ever get on her yet. She had just completed her M.Sc. Degree and was doing a job as a teacher in a CBSE college.




She broke with her BOY FRIEND and was desperate to get a new one. She was a virgin. But she had a thing for rich and handsome boys. Recently she joined a new coaching class for preparing for Bank Selection Exams. The coaching center was in the district under which the town came. The district is named NMN.

On the first day of the coaching, she was standing outside the coaching center with other students who were supposed to join the same batch. The first day was quite good with introductions between the class and the teachers. Although, she noticed a handsome guy looking at her continuously; in fact he was staring at her. She avoided him. But as soon as the class ended and the students came out, the boy reached to her and asked her formal things like who she is and where she is from. Being a small town girl, this girl knew that the boy had fallen for her and she liked his appearance too. She talked formally. They came out of the center. The boy flaunted his Sports Bike and the girl was now sure that the boy is a rich guy. The girl had got her new Victim...



Later, as the days passed by, they started talking and became good friends. One day the boy asked for her mobile number, to which she politely denied saying that her dad is very strict. But the boy continued to try every day and after 6-7 days, the boy succeeded in getting her number.

The chatting continued now on the mobile too. And soon these two were talking about anything. Being a bold an open girl, Shraddha Srinath didn't mind his funny jokes which later turned into sex jokes. And sex was also a topic sometimes they talked upon. During the talks the boy came to know that Shraddha Srinath was a virgin though she had a serious affair in the past which broke before he came into her life.



The chatting soon turned into the late night phone calls. Yet, Shraddha Srinath did not make that boy her BOY FRIEND because she had just broken up with her ex. She didn't want to make any more BOY FRIENDS. She wanted to stay single and free and enjoy life the way she wanted. Her EX was very naughty and they talked a lot about SEX but they never did it in real. Just a few meetings which involved hugs n kisses. But her new BOY FRIEND, Vicky was a playboy, she knew it already. She was just playing around him, using him for dropping her from the Bus Stand to coaching and return.



This playboy had physical feelings for her since the first day he saw her. He felt his 8 incher tool growing under his pants the first time he saw her. And he had decided that he will soon take her to bed.

One day, they were just sitting outside the coaching after the class and chatting, Vicky asked Shraddha Srinath if she's hungry and she said yes. He told her that there is a good bakery nearby, they could go and have some nice Pastries. Shraddha Srinath liked the idea and went along with him. They ate the pastry there and then he dropped Shraddha Srinath back to the Bus Stand. Some days later they went on for lunch in a good hotel too.



After almost 40 days of coaching, one day Vicky told Shraddha Srinath that he wants to take Shraddha Srinath on a long drive, Shraddha Srinath had promised him earlier that he will go on a drive with him one day but only in a Car. It was summer so Vicky brought his friend's Car. They sat in, and went on the highway . A.C. was on and Shraddha Srinath was feeling butterflies in her tummy. They were talking usually when Vicky placed his hand on Shraddha Srinath's. Shraddha Srinath didn't react and stayed normal, It increased Vicky's confidence. 

He told Shraddha Srinath that there is a good farm house of his friend on the ways and they will stop by there and have lunch which they had brought with them and Shraddha Srinath agreed.



As they reached there, Shraddha Srinath called her mom and told her that she will get late as she is with her Girl-Friend. Shraddha Srinath's mom agreed to it.

So then they went in the form house. It had a nice Bed Room. They sat on the bed and unpacked their lunch, and ate it. Shraddha Srinath fed him Vicky her hands. Vicky also fed Shraddha Srinath with his hands. And once he said, "There is some rice on your upper lip", He bent forward and cleaned that rice with his thumb. Shraddha Srinath was stunned. He smelled the opportunity and slowly put his lips on her and gave her a small kiss. Shraddha Srinath liked to be kissed and she liked this one too but showed mock anger.



They cleaned the lunch stuff. And sat on the bed and talked for a while when Vicky said he wanted to hug her. Shraddha Srinath refused but later Vicky succeeded in his pleading and hugged her. The Playboy had got what he wanted. He put his body weight on Shraddha Srinath and soon she was on bed with him on top of her. Inside, She was feeling horny now. She had closed her eyes and Vicky sensed the moment, kissed her on her eyes. then her lips and then sucked on her lips. She liked kissing and reciprocated properly. Soon they were smooching like anything. She had a nice Figure of 32-25-34.

Vicky soon grabbed her Boobs above her top and started pressing them. Shraddha Srinath had this weakness; her boobs were really very sensitive. He knew this thing since they used to have Phone Sex. Vicky started pressing them harder and soon Shraddha Srinath was in his arrest.



He removed her top and was stunned to see Shraddha Srinath's fair body and her boobs. No-one could have ignored her Body and Boobs and how could he? He started pressing them harder, Shraddha Srinath asked him to be soft. She said it's getting out of control and they should not go further. But inside she was dying to be loved. Vicky wasted no time in talking and kept on playing with her boobs, hugged her tightly and rolled sideways. Then removed her bra hooks from behind and again rolled on top of her. He removed her Bra. Vicky Started kissing her boobs and rubbing her tongue on her nipples, sucking them and biting them softly. Shraddha Srinath was going mad. He kept on sucking her nipples and his hands reached Shraddha Srinath's Virgin Pussy. She was damn wet at that time. He rubbed her pussy over her Jeans.

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She was getting wild with his movements. He knew that the bitch was now in heat. He quickly unbuttoned her pant and tried opening but she didn't let him do it by putting her hand in between. He bit her nipples and she arched her back, he quickly removed her pants in this jerk till her knees. He caught hold of her panty and parted it sideways. He then rubbed her pussy lips and this made Shraddha Srinath go crazy. Shraddha Srinath was on the verge of orgasm, he left her nipples and put his mouth on her pussy lips. 




Vicky started licking Shraddha Srinath's juicy pussy which made Shraddha Srinath moan in ecstasy. He continued his work with his tongue and she released her cum with 3-4 jerks which made her pussy slippery with her own cum and Vicky was lapping in with his tongue. Shraddha Srinath hadn't come to her senses yet and was lying on the bed, breathing heavily and her hands were roaming in Vick's hair. She was pressing Vicky's face more into her pussy and Vicky was enjoying the taste of her juices.


He stood up and looked at Shraddha Srinath, Shraddha Srinath opened her eyes and looked into his eyes and this conversation took place -

Vicky: I love you.

Shraddha Srinath: hmm...

Vicky: Your pussy tastes really very gud.

Shraddha Srinath: *blushes*

Vicky: How are you feeling now?

Shraddha Srinath: (Never felt better)...

Vicky: (There's more to come..)

Shraddha SrinathNo please.. You know I am not that type of girl.)

Vicky: *While removing his shirt OK.. Can I sleep in your arms for a while?

Shraddha Srinath: (Come..)

*Shraddha Srinath hugged Vicky and both lay down in each other's arms*

Vicky took Shraddha Srinath's hand in his hands and kissed her hands and said I love you Shraddha Srinath. Shraddha Srinath also said that She loves him too.

Vicky kissed Shraddha Srinath's forehead, then her eyes her cheeks and then her lips.. soon they were sucking each other's lips and tongues. Vicky again got hold of Shraddha Srinath's soft boobs which were now a bit harder than before because of Shraddha Srinath's excitement, her nipples were also erect... This time Shraddha Srinath caught Vicky's hands and asked, "You love them?"



Vicky said Yes and started munching on them again. Shraddha Srinath was again on fire and was wet like anything. She wanted to stop it but was unable to do so. She gave in. Vicky now caught hold of her boobs and started pressing them harder. Shraddha Srinath was breathing heavily. She didn't realize when Vicky removed her Jeans and made her in Panties only. Vicky now went kissing belly and then her belly-button. He was licking her belly-button and she wanted him badly now. Vicky placed his palm on her Pussy and again started rubbing her clit and pussy lips. Shraddha Srinath was moaning now. Vicky tried to insert her finger inside but Shraddha Srinath was virgin, His finger stuck at the entry and Shraddha Srinath also got half-up with jerk.



She asked Vicky not to do anything with her pussy. Vicky said ok and again started kissing her. He kissed her like a pro and Shraddha Srinath lost control again. He was pressing her boobs. He removed his paint and underwear and was now standing near the bed with his tool erect and hard. Shraddha Srinath had her eyes closed. She didn't know that he was nude now. When Shraddha Srinath opened her eyes, he looked at her and said you are very beautiful.

Shraddha Srinath blushed with his compliment. She liked to be complimented about her beauty, she had ego about it.

Now Vicky got above her and started kissing her. He held her boobs and started pressing them. His penis was rubbing against Shraddha Srinath's inner-thighs. She was in heat as well. She didn't know what to do. She was in dilemma. It ended when Vicky suddenly pushed his tool into her wet-tiny-love-hole. She didn't expect it and gave a jerk but Vicky was too muscular to get away from.



He caught her and gave a slight jerk which made her tool go half inside her Vagina. Shraddha Srinath was in deep pain, she started crying, tears rolled off her eyes. Her pussy was torn, she was no longer Virgin. Vicky gave her no time and started kissing her and slowly making his TOOL go in-out of her pussy. It took a minute when Shraddha Srinath got normal again. And then Vicky gave another big stroke and was now completely inside her. Shraddha Srinath was scared and wanted to get away but Vicky gave her no space or time. She was crying loudly. She couldn't bear the pain. She was feeling guilty as well. She hadn't thought it would happen with her before her marriage as she believed in the Indian Ethics.

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Vicky was now stroking her pussy with his 8 incher Tool slowly. Shraddha Srinath became normal in a minute again. She could feel the burning in her pussy and the tool going in and out like a hot-steel-road. Shraddha Srinath was feeling strange now. She felt some kind of itch and she wanted to rub her pussy. She put her hand on her clit and started rubbing it softly. It was giving her pain but she was feeling itchy. Vicky understood her situation and put some of his saliva on her clit and rubbed it with his finger. It reduced her burn and itch. A minute later she was feeling good and had a mix of pain and excitement.




Vicky understood it with her facial expressions and increased his speed of strokes. Shraddha Srinath now started moaning and she started liking this act. She was now in some other world. She was enjoying his every stroke and every Kiss. He was constantly pressing her boobs and kissing her neck and earlobes. Shraddha Srinath wanted to kiss him on the lips; she wanted to lick his tongue.

She put her arms around her head and pulled him closer and locked his lips with hers. She was kissing him frantically. She wanted to eat him perhaps. Shraddha Srinath was nearing an orgasm. She clenched him tightly in her arms and jerked her body heavily. Her juices started flowing and Vicky was in ecstasy that he brought her to orgasm. Vicky stopped for a while and let Shraddha Srinath relax. After a few seconds Vicky again started stroking slowly and Shraddha Srinath had her eyes closed. Vicky asked Shraddha Srinath to open her eyes and see how he is making love to her. 



Shraddha Srinath opened her eyes and gave him a smile. He asked her how she is feeling and she responded positively. She said she is loving it. She wanted him to go faster now. She asked him if he had an orgasm yet? Vicky said no. And Shraddha Srinath could not believe that he is still going on. Shraddha Srinath knew about man reaching orgasm in maximum 5 minutes and this boy hasn't reached orgasm yet? She wondered.

Anyways, She was enjoying his strokes with a little bit of pain. Vicky asked Shraddha Srinath to turn into Doggy position which Shraddha Srinath denied because she was feeling pain. And so Vicky continued with his full speed in missionary position only. Now Vicky was nearing an orgasm and told Shraddha Srinath that he is coming. Shraddha Srinath came to senses and realized that he was not wearing any Condom. She was smart, she asked him to take his penis out, and he followed her command. Vicky went close to Shraddha Srinath's boobs and Shraddha Srinath caught his penis with her cute little hands. She had small palm and fingers and her skin of palm was very soft. She grabbed his penis and clutched in her palm, she then realized the size of his penis. She then started stroking furiously and soon Vicky came on her boobs.



They both were tired and laid on the bed.. Vicky tried hugging Shraddha Srinath but Shraddha Srinath refused as she was feeling pain in her back.

After a few minutes Vicky got up and went to use the bathroom. He cleaned himself and came out naked. Shraddha Srinath was half asleep. He woke her up and asked her if she wanted to go to bathroom. He then took Shraddha Srinath to the bathroom by supporting her because Shraddha Srinath could not walk properly.



After cleaning her pussy, Shraddha Srinath came out of the bathroom and laid on the bed by Vicky's side. Vicky kissed her and asked her how was it, Shraddha Srinath replied that It was good but she will never meet him again because she thought it was wrong and Vicky broke her trust by taking advantage. Vicky then laughed and took out his Mobile and showed her the video which he took when Shraddha Srinath was half asleep.



Shraddha Srinath was horrified and asked Vicky to delete this Video. Vicky then said don't worry and he will delete it when the right time comes, until then Shraddha Srinath will have to do whatever he wants. 






And this included them having sex many times, which Shraddha Srinath also started enjoying later...

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#Rakul preet singh

Rakul preet singh was a one and only daughter of her parents. They were very rich. and their Major source income was MBA colleges. at the time of childhood they had only 3 colleges. when she comes to teenage they had 2 universities. one in north and other one in South Indian. Her parent were strick from childhood when comes to Educations.  



 
Rakul preet singh was always to be into girl eductions only. she  went to a near by girls' boarding college, she never really was around boys much. After the +2 she joined in their own university and she was in co-education. Some how she attracted to girls. She can do whatever to get good grades. 



But she didn't how it change her life . she was blackmailed by her Professor, the horrible, fat, Professor Hari with his hairy body and his manboobs and his habit of staring at girls' tits. She don't know how She let it happen, really.She was such a little bitch, honestly. She thought She knew it all/ Thought She would walk in a slowly infront of them to teas their cocks.



Hari in his late fifties. He doesn't dress well. He makes dirty comments to female students  some time even harassment. She told Divyanka tripathi, her girlfriend, about it, and she said She should tease him till he rose to it then stamp him down, and so She did. Divyanka tripathi was also Professor in the University.  She was early thirties and looking gorgeous. Rakul made her bed Partner for good grades.



one evening she observed he was looking at her. She could see he was watching her tits. She was braless, deliberately, and wearing a thin T shirt, so She waited till She was sure his eyes were on them and then She deliberately popped her nipple out and tweaked it with her finger. her teat stood to attention like a small erect cock, and She saw his eyes widen, and She pushed it back in again. She held his eyes, just long enough so that he knew She was teasing him, then She just carried on. On the way out She said to her friend , who had been there with her, "God, it must be tough for a fat old man to have a cock." She knew he heard. The next time She passed him in the corridor She heard him say to the man with him, "there are some cock-teasing little bitches in this place." She thought She might tell someone and get him fired, but he wasn't worth it. 

she should have known better, but She was a naughty rich bitch, in truth. She didn't like men, so She put them down all the time. She remember a boy coming onto her in a pub once, and She let him do his whole chat up line and then She just said, "try wanking, you'd be better at it." 



After that She made a point of sneering at Hari when She saw him around and about. She was always with female friends and put her arm round their waists, play flirty, make it clear what She wanted. Once She saw him in the supermarket, buying vegetables, and She deliberately picked up the hugest banana She could find and smiled at him nastily as She stroked it thoughtfully. She could see he looked angry. She thought he deserved it. Anyway, her father had earning lot of money from the University. There was nothing Hari could do, the nasty pervert. He knew who was boss.

Rakul was cruel, and proud. In her defence, She was rich and spoiled and nineteen years old, tiny, but She have good round tits .she've been started licking girls' pussies and playing with their tits. And here at University She had found the best pussies and the best tits. Sometimes  she conduct pussy parties when we would just pleasure each other gently all night, listening to music, licking and lapping, stroking and fingering. The wonderful thing about being a real girl, not one in a porn novel, is you don't have to moan and scream and cry and beg all the time, you can just suck and gobble gently for hours.



She was having the time of her life. She looked good, She felt good, She had wonderful girlfriends, a gorgeous sex life with her beautiful girlfriend Divyanka who had learned to milk her lovely titties. She loved the milk, she'd suckle for hours. Sometimes She could read half a novel whilst Divyanka sucked me, then Rakul stir her pussy with one finger till Divyanka came in a great heave of orgasm. Sometimes Divyanka fucked Rakul with her fingers and Rakul tongue on Divyanka plump little clit. Rakul took Divyanka virginity with a huge dildo and She screamed with pain and pleasure. But Rakul still virgin except finger she never try any dildo.





Rakul was rich, charming, cleaver and sporty, and She was hot. She played netball, She ruled the University, She got top grades for every paper.... Life was pretty charmed. Do She sound vain? Oh She was.

It was the end of the last term of her first year when She got a message that She had to go and see Hari. He wanted to talk to me about her course work.

This wasn't so unusual, talking about course work, and She wasn't expecting a problem. It was late afternoon, a lovely sunny day. She was wearing a short silk dress, and enjoying knowing She had no knickers on. This was because She had just been to have her muff waxed and was feeling a little hot and horny down there, thinking of Divyanka waiting for me back at her digs with her lovely tongue. Divyanka knows how to tongue her clit. She can rough it and toy with it and stroke it till Rakul ready to howl at the moon like wolf, and then Divyanka suck Rakul with tiny bites in rhythmic holding on the edge until She beg her to finish . Rakul had been so hot in the wax salon that the woman had offered to use a vibrator on me, waxing does that sometimes, they go so intimate. Rakul fucked her with vibrator and  leave a tip as well. 
"Sit down, Rakul." He sounded haughty, off-hand. She was surprised. She thought She might tell her father She didn't like him, get him fired. 
her dress was, frankly, too short for that chair, and definitely too short for an appointment with Hari the lech, but She hoped it would be quick. She wriggled uncomfortably. She was worried he could see her thighs and panty . her pussy was hot and wet. She was thinking of the salon girl's tits, thinking of how she was sucked and fuckeb by Rakul.



She pressed her knees together and tried to ignore the heat in her pussy. She summoned her cold voice. "You wanted to see me?"

"Hmmmm," he smiled, his eyes half hooded. "I can already see you." He was staring straight at her crotch. She was astonished and furious with bad behavior. 

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"I don't think you should look at me like that," She said, in her most upper class tone. "My father pays your wages and, frankly, I'm above your pay-grade."


she thought it was a nice one-liner. She was preparing for the next one, to tell him he was fired, when he said, "call me Sir, you jumped-up little madam."

she swallowed. What was this? "Goodness me. Sorry Sir." She said it in her most sarcastic voice and She glared at him. He smiled and a yawning sort of nervousness started in her belly. It suddenly felt like She was the mouse and he was the cat. What was going on.

He scratched his groin, seemed to be...adjusting something down there. "Sorry," he said, but i have a huge dick, its' a little awkward sometimes when you bring those tits in here..."



Rakul mouth fell open. "what did you just say?"

"You heard, Miss Rakul."

"How dare you. my father will have you fired....."

"Aha..." He cut me off, played with his zip slightly, leered at me. "I expect he will, Rakul, if he ever finds out, but She don't think you'll be telling him. Not once I've fed off those hot boobs of yours...."

She stood up, angrily, "in your dreams, pervert." In a trice She pulled her top up, showed him her hot boobs. "Look at those, Professor, it's the nearest you'll ever get. I hope you enjoy your retirement....!"

She started to move towards the door, her face flushed and angry, trying to get two bouncy boobs back into her dress at the same time.... She felt excited and angry and proud of herself. Dirty bastard. I'd see to him for this. He didn't know who he was dealing....

"STOP RIGHT THERE!"

The sudden shout startled her so much that She stopped, half turned to look at him. "nice show, little bint, but I'm afraid you are going to need to do something quite lot more dramatic than that or you will lose your place at this university." And he licked his lips, and dropped his gaze down her body. "You are facing a fail."



She was astonished. her hand went to her breasts as if to shield them from his gaze She was conscious of her  left nipple. It was sticking out, hard and hungry, dammit, it had made a little drip. She hoped he hadn't noticed. She used her coldest voice. It was a defence against little shits like him. her father had paid for her place. She didn't need him.

"I don't believe you. I was always get As. I'm the best in my year and you know it."

"Ah yes. Clever, rich and beautiful, everyone says. She guess it's just luck." She heard a dark edge in his voice. "So you would have had us believe." She felt suddenly nervous.

"you work hard for grades.."

"Lick all the right pussies do you?"

She gasped. She didn't know what to say. She pushed her thighs together. Little shit, how dared he?

she had straight As. It was impossible to fail at this point in the year. The marks add up. Daddy had had private tutors help me with every essay.

"My father..."

He smiled, and there was something behind about that smile. "You're pretty sure of yourself aren't you, you naughty little rich bitch?"

She was sure. At least, She had been. "I don't think you can..."

"But I'm pretty sure of myself too, Rakul. It's not the quality of the work that's an issue..."

she frowned. He was staring  at her panty now. She wondered whether to say something cutting, again, about his ugly fat cock or his dirty leching, but there was something wrong. 



He had something for her. 

'What is the issue, Sir?" She asked as politely as She could manage. She was thinking, her Dad will get you fired, you bastard.

"Come over here and take a look."

Puzzled, reluctant, She went over to his desk round to the back so She could see his computer screen. He moved over, turned his computer towards me, and her blonde hair swung down and brushed his face. He moved it aside and, as he did She saw the screen. Moving figures.Look like Porn.... 
Oh my fucking God.

Rakul was fucking Divyanka since She got to college. She's wonderful. Night after night we lie in her room, heads to pussies, licking each other's sweet little pussies, teasing and playing and gently caressing, bringing each other to wild lovely orgasms on our fingers and tongues. Every evening She suckle on her beautiful tits and she squeezes and twists mine. Every evening Rakul use her vibrator on Divyanka.





And now, here we were, playing out on video on his desktop. Rakul, on top, queening Divyanka, tits clamped and mask of lust face. As She stared he reached across and turned up the volume, and there Rakul was, calling her bitch, begging her to suck, riding her tongue as Divyanka orgasm shuddered through Her. And then as She lift her pussy from her face and move to go down on her she says, lazily, "I think that's an A star, Rakul."

"That's private. her private sex life. You've been spying on me Sir?" But her voice sounded weak. She hoped to God he didn't know who she was.

But of course he did.

He smiled, slowly. And that's when She realised he had her. "gathering evidence, Rakul dear. It's a matter of fairness, you see. You and your pussy and your lovely round tits are not being entirely fair. There needs to be a bit more... sharing around between professors. A bit more space for cocks and balls in that sweet little cunt of professor than Miss Divyanka seems to be so... enthusiastic about."

she felt the colour drain from her face.

The trouble is Divyanka was her maths professor, and She get really good marks in maths. She loved her pussy so much. Loves her hot tits, they're very special, I'm one of a kind. She gives me A-stars for everything. Divyanka finger fucks me after class. That doesn't mean She cheat....

"You're accusing me of cheating?"

"Divyanka is your professor. She will be fired for this, her career ruined but you... do you know how serious this is, Rakul? For your degree? Your career? Your future?"

"Sir, She really don't think you can infer from this that I....."

"Oh She can infer all She like, little bitch, I'm on the governance committee. Would you like to watch some more?"

He clicked a link and there She was again, licking and teasing Divyanka as she stood over me, pussy spread out. You could see She was gobbling and slobbering and fingering her and she was saying, "Oh yeah baby, if you make me cum I'll give you an A star..." and I'm grunting and nuzzling, and then she'd shuddering and cumming and She was fingering her, deep in her lovely cunt, as she rides her and tells her she was top of the class...

"But it's just sex talk..." She said desperately.



He reached up and took hold of the neckline of her dress. "I like sex talk too," he said. "Perhaps you could try a little on me?" And then he ripped her top open, so that her hot tits spilled out in front of him, leaving me half naked standing next to her desk and before She could move away he was squeezing her left nipple between his finger and thumb, milking it.

Immediately She started to squirt and he laughed nastily. "Well well, She thought so...lovely drinkies-poos for Master Hari...."

she pushed him hard away, "that's her dress.... get off her tits you creep." She went to pull the torn fabric back, face red...

"Leave them out, slut, i like you better with your tits hanging out.....you look more the horny little slut I've been enjoying on screen...."

"How dare you..." But She left them out. She was scared. She didn't want to get Divyanka in trouble. She stared at him. She was shaking. "What do you want, you filthy bastard?"



Slowly, and deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine, he unzipped his fly. From it, bouncing out, as if it had been fighting for air its whole life, sprang a long, fat, turgid cock. her eyes widened. It was ten inches, maybe eleven, thick as five or six fingers, as big as the dildo Divyanka had taken by her. It looked rearing and shiny and angry and hot.

"Oh I can see you like that don't you? i thought you would. Let's be very clear, Rakul. You're going to service my horny fat dick, right here, right now, you're going to suck it and ride it and fuck it and please it and beg for it if you don't want this to be the end of both of your careers. You're going to lick it and love it like a little posh whore. And if you're really lucky I'm going to fill your virgin pussy with cum whilst you ride me like the slut you really are. That's what you want, isn't it?" And be waggled his tongue at her.

Rakul took a step backwards. She had no idea what to do. She was kind of paralysed with shock and fear. She summoned up her last bit of fight. "How dare you? I'm going to tell someone about this..." her throat felt tight. her tits felt tight. She was scared now. "My father will have you fired."



"But you're not going to tell anyone are you, honey?," he said, smiling dirtily. "That's what makes it so delicious. On your knees, you naughty little bitch, and feed on your Master's fat cock..."

Rakul put her hand over her tits. He looked as though he meant it. His sneery fat lips were curved into a happy smile, his rather piggy eyes boring meanly into mine. She could smell his aftershave. Musky. His cock jerked and moved in his groin. She didn't want to look at it. She was furious and ashamed. her tits, like traitors, still ached from the wonderful sucking she had from Divyanka this morning. They were red and swollen.

He leaned towards her and put his mouth on her horny, leaky nipple, and sucked it hard. She shuddered and began to cry. "Rakul don't want to..." But She didn't pull away. She was afraid.



"Kneel down, and suck my hot fat cock you naughty little bitch. You and your airs and graces, you think you're too good for me? This is only the start of it. Look at my cock. Isn't it fantastic? Kneel and suck... here..." he rolled back his foreskin and his fat, mushroom-shaped, purplish glans eased out like some kind of monster. He was going to fuck me. She was going to suck him. No..... 

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"Get started, Miss Rakul. Work my dick nicely and show me how much you want me, I'm a busy man."


She shook her head. "she won't, She hate him, She don't want him"

"Hate away little bitch. You love disgusting, girls like you. Now suck me properly or I'll put this on social media.... Facebook, do you think, or Instagram? Oh why not both...should put the cat amongst the proverbial..."

Rakul was shaking inside. He was right. Divyanka would lose her job for fucking a student. I'd be out for cheating. She swallowed, trying to harden her resolve. She could get through this. It was only one cock.

But it was one monster fucking cock. It stood waiting, rearing, hungry for it, precum glistening on the end. She trembled and closed her eyes...

"Open your eyes bitch. You're going to please it, so you need to look at it..."

He stood suddenly, pushing back his desk chair, filling the space. His belly jutted out, the cock rearing below it... then he put his hands on her shoulders and with a strength She hadn't expected he forced her to knees. 



Now it was above her head, a proud monster, smelling of man, long, thick, hairy balls dangling....first time

She looked up at him, tears of anger and humiliation, looked at the monster cock, swollen and horny. "You're blackmailing me. i won't forget this."

"I know you won't. You'll be begging for it. Call it revenge of the working classes, posh bitch..." he took hold of her head. She fought and twisted, but he held her face steady. 

"Open your mouth for my cock, Rakul. This is it, the moment you've been dreaming of..."

"Oh no, oh please don't make me...."

"Too late for asking nicely, you haven't been nice have you? Go on, lick my lovely cockhead... that's right, put your tongue out. Oh yes, oh that's lovely... see, you can do it, there's a good girl..."

Slowly, reluctantly, shamed and humiliated She opened her lips and the fat cockhead pushed into her mouth. The feel and scent of it filled her. She opened and gobbled it in, and as She looked up at him.



"Oh stroke it there... nice, girl. Run your tongue there... that's right, tickle it where her foreskin pulls.....lick harder girl, lick me and feed off me.... Ahhhhh very nice. Yeeaaahhh you like that, don't you? Does that make your fat little teats swell? i can't wait to suck them...can't wait to see you begging me to feast on your clit as you drink me down.... Oh yeah, open wide and feed on her fat prick baby, suck it the way you want to... and look up... you're on camera..."

Tears ran down her cheeks. He was filming on his iPhone, laughing at me as She started to suckle and lick inexpertly on that huge swollen mushroom. It felt like velvet in her mouth, plump and solid. She had to do it. She had to. This ugly blackmailing bastard was making her. Rakul daddy paying his wages, she was being forced to suck his dick.

No. This wasn't happening. She pulled off. His cock reared, filling her vision. "You can't do this to me... there are laws against this...."

"Oh, there may be girl but this is a simple exchange of contracts, you want to keep your god name, i want a posh little whore for fat cock. You can pretend all you like, girl, but I know how much you want my cock, it's written all over you. I'll make a bargain with you. If you can bring me off in five minutes, and swallow every single drop of cum, I'll let you go. We'll call it quits."

"F...five minutes?" she never sucked a man. I'd kind of hoped twenty seconds would do it. She was terrified he would cum on me.

"Use your imagination, honey. Fucking, licking, sucking, rubbing, nice and smooth, nice and horny, beg and play and please my dick and you're a free woman...here, stopwatch has begun. Go on. Use your hands, use your tongue, take me in, swallow me down.... Time's ticking and you're on. That's it... yeaaah, stroke that shaft, slut. Oh you love that don't you?"



Humiliated, raw and furious She took her chance. Five minutes. She thought of Divyanka. He had both her boobs, one in each finger and thumb, and he was milking me. She shuddered in horror. Kneeling up She took her blackmailing tutor into her mouth, her throat, sliding right in, caressing his hairy balls She gagged....

'Oh no gagging girl. Swallow me right down... that's right. Oh yes. Down you go... oh very nice, oh lovely tits, oh She do like to see a rich bitch get her comeuppance. Oh lovely, She love to see your mouth on my, now play with me nicely. Oh you like that don't you..."

Somehow She did it, took him right down. She held onto his thighs, stroked his hairy balls and worked him down into her throat until the swollen purple length of him was right down, gripped in her gullet. And then She drew back a little and thrust him down there again. A few thrusts and She thought She had it, the gag reflex had gone... She moaned slightly. She sounded like a slut.

He was sniggering. "Oh, that's nice, good girl, yes, you really love that don't you? Posh little girls like you love it when they get to taste cock. That's right, Rakul, now come off there, lick the base, suck those balls -- that's it, gently, gently, one at a time, rim her arse with your finger..."
Desperately She obeyed, ashamed and humiliated, stroking his puckered arse, fondling and sucking his balls, running wet hands down the fat shaft that seemed to be getting thicker than ever. 

"Oh good girl, that's right, suck my cockhead, stroke my shaft. Ah, yeah that's nice, work baby...two minutes left....let's see if you can fuck me with that warm throat of yours....push your fingers into her arsehole, that's right, oh lovely, She love it when you stretch her ring....feed on that shaft, that's right, take it deep... oh you're a hot little bitch on heat I can't wait to fuck your tight wet cunt..."

Tears were streaming down her face, but She was doing it. She was on him, fully only him, feasting on his fat blackmailing cock, bastard that he was, desperate to finish him, sucking and rubbing and working his long shaft, stroking his velvet cockhead, teasing his slit, grunting and slobbering like a animal. Urgently She worked him, fucking him with her face. She was desperate for it to be over, fasting and gobbling, licking and sucking, milking and teasing and rubbing and rimming, playing and throating and stroking and beginning.

Lick.. gobble.. gobble.. suck.. "Tell me you love my cock, Rakul."



She didn't want to come off, She needed him to cum. "Grmph, grmph,' She said, pushing his lovely shaft in past her gag reflex...

Did She say lovely? She hated him. She was disgusted. She didn't mean it. It wasn't lovely. It was a fat, horny, swollen horrible luscious cock. Oh God, what was happening to me?

"Mouth off, slut. Play with me. Tell me how you love it. Tell me what you want me to do..."

Desperately She took her mouth off his cock, stroked and played with it as She sobbed/ "Master i love your dick. Oh Master fuck my face and fil me with your... your cum..."

"Oh I'm going to cum baby, you have no idea.....work on my cock, that's it, lick me nicely like a good girl, there you go, you love that don't you? Is that what you want? Do you like that? Oh he can feel his balls tightening, oh yes, oh that's good, lick that, lovely, suck and rub her little slave..."

"Oh Master, yes, please let me suck you... "

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 She worked him, and She suckled and rubbed and gobbled, She worshipped that fabulous cock, She made herself deep throat it again and again as She penetrated him deep and satisfying....but the five minutes was over too fast.


"Bad luck, baby. Time is up," he said, pulling away from hwe, his cock more swollen and purplish than ever, his fat stomach handing over me, his ball sacks dangling and wet where She had sucked on them, her saliva and his precum making him shiny and beautiful. No, not beautiful ugly. Ugly. She stared in fascination at the big veins on the side of his shaft.



"Please, i did my best, can i go now sir...? I'm begging you."

'What? You call that your best? She thought you were the best in the class,bitch. Rakul, best at everything. i don't think so...take my trousers off, bitch." 

Obediently, ashamed and red, She pulled his trousers off, his pants. The rigid cock reared at her, wet with her saliva. She was angry with herself for failing to bring him off. 

"Didn't manage that did you Rakul? Didn't get an A star? Strip for me, show me both your boobs...that's it, play with them for me..."

He moved across his desk, now, and sat on his sofa. He was wearing his T shirt but naked from the waist down,, legs splayed, fat cock rearing. Slowly, trying not to cry, She undressed, releasing her pert tits from her dress, pulling her panty off. Then She started to fondle her own tits, her eyes on his as She tweaked her nipples. Slowly She started to milk the right one till fluid started to come from it. She saw his face harden with lust.



"Oooh yes, I was looking forward to that."
She was like a rabbit in the headlights now. She didn't know what else to do. She stood in front of him, naked.

"What now sir?"

"Oh Rakul. Now you're going to come over here. I think I'm thirsty...."

Slowly, fearing that She knew what was in store for me, She walked towards him.

And now when he put his mouth on her left boob and started to work it, harder, rougher than Divyanka ever did, pulling and twisting and suckling and chewing and God it was lovely. As he suckled her boob he worked her milking and kneading it, and She felt the milk start to come, just a tiny bit, then faster, drawing and pumping out and She felt her orgasm starting as it always did. She couldn't orgasm with this blackmailing bastard. She arched and cried. "Oh God... oh God....stop, no...."



As he suckled his fingers parted her pussy lips and She felt him probing me, feeling her tight contractions as the suckling fired her pussy. "Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head, fighting her orgasm, clenching down on his fat questing fingers. "Yes sir, But Divyanka had only penetrated me once with the small vibrating dildo. She had really loved it, She had orgasmed deeper than ever before, but she had refused to do it again. Said it was antifeminine.



"Oh Good. She do like to put her cock into virgin territory. Let's get you properly fucked, Daddy's little rich girl. Let's see you stretched till your eyes are popping....

"Oh God. You're going to fuck me."

"No, slut. You're going to fuck me. You're gong to have to work for your lover's spunk, girl, like a proper tart. Stand over her lap.... That's it, girl, one leg each side, straddle me, spread your legs. We'll need to get that cock in properly....

Oh yes, you do look nice and ready. You're going to fuck me like a bitch on heat. Don't want anyone suspecting I made you do it..."



Shaking like a leaf She stood over him. His cock reared between them.

"You like this, don't you Rakul? You've wanted me since the first time you saw me?'

"OH God. Yes Master."

"And now you're going to ride my cock till I cum."

She blinked, "I... can't. I don't know how..."

"Yes you are, but first speak to the camera. Tell the camera you're going to ride my cock in return for better grades and you want my fat dick in you, that you'll ride me and please me until I'm done with you... and then, well.....Ride Master's cock, and if you cum in five minutes... well, you know the score... "

She wondered about running away, even then, but She couldn't. She did it. She spoke to the camera. "Oh Sir, oh Master, all I have ever wanted is to ride your fat cock. I have sucked you and pleasured you and now i want you filling me with your luscious cum. Please let me please you. If you give me better grades i will please you until you are done with me..."



He smiled, leaving the phone trained on me. 'That's nice. Now lower that tight pussy onto his knob. That's it, drop own onto it. Oh, lovely shaved muff. Oh, nice pussy lips, little bitch, that's right, do you like that? Do you feel her lovely cock waiting to fill you? Are you ready for the best cock you're ever had....?"

"Oh God..." my legs were shaking. They threatened to give way. If She wasn't careful She would fall onto him. Carefully, gingerly, She started to lower her tight shaved pussy towards his cock, preparing to impale her virgin pussy on that magnificent hard fat pole.

Not magnificent, blackmailing. Bastard.

Now her pussy was touching him. She felt the first contaction of her internal sheath warm and swollen, as his fat mushroom started parting her plump vagina lips, nestling there, pushing at her. She started to shake. She was going to be fucked.

"Oh, very nice. You like that don't you? You want that don't you?"

She gulped. 'No.... please don't make me do this."

"You want to pass your exams? And see your pussy-eating friend on your tits again? Grind your muff on her dick, slut..."



She thought of Divyanka. Desperate, scared and furious She started to move her slippery pussy over his cock, sliding and pushing gently, feeling it nosing into her, like a huge fat tongue, bulbous and slippery and hot and gorgerous....like "Oh Yes, Sir. Please fuck your slut sir."

"Yes Master."

"Yes Master. Master please fuck your slut."

"Let's try again then.... You want to fuck me over and over till you scream with pleasure."

He put a hand on each of her lovely tits and tweaked and twisted her fat teats expertly. 

Sensations fired through her like electricity. her back arched. She gasped. The cock felt like a fire in her cunt.

"You like that, Rakul?"

"... oh yes Master, I like that...." with crying voice

"Beg for it. Take my hot cock, Rakul, lower your virgin pussy onto it till it fills you and beg for more... beg to take me baby..."

She was doing it for Divyanka. "Oh God. Master, let me take you...Oh Master, oh Yes... Oh master I'm taking you, do you feel it, do you feel my tight pussy wrapping round your hot cock....?."

And as he put his mouth back to her boobs She lowered herself onto his huge rearing cock. Slowly the cockhead started to plunder the space between her pussy lips. She felt the cockhead start to spread her, start to open her......



"Oh master... Oh yes, God it's so big...my pussy is so tight, i want you to filing me...."

"Look at me as you fuck me, I'm your hot fucking master."

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My face went bright red. She didn't want to look at him. Trying not to cry again She met his eyes. He was sneering. "What can you feel in your soft warm juicy muff?"


"I can feel your cock, oh my hot fucking master, pushing at her soft warm juicy muff as i fuck you..." It was going in, further and further, deep inside.

"You like it? You like my cock there?"

She swallowed, "oh God yes Master." Oh God She loved it there. And She hated it, and him. She couldn't be loving this, yet She was. She had to hide it from him, had to just get through this.

"You feel nice and tight, slut, tight and wet, like a new whore. You've wanted this since you first saw me, haven't you?"

"Oh yes Master, oh yes...." Somewhere inside me She was afraid if She said it enough it would be true, was afraid She might make it true. She might be imprinted, like a duckling, on this fat ugly lecher and his hot fat dick....



"Shall i suck your boobs and drink your milks as you fuck me?'

"Oh Master, Oh God yes please suck my tits...."

'We'll see. your clock started a whole minute ago, bitch."

"Oh God," desperate, suddenly, to get through it, She plunged her near-virgin pussy slowly and deliciously down onto his huge erect member, and She started to fuck him. She felt her tissues parting, his cock swelling as it entered me. She felt every millimetre as the whole fat lusting length of him advanced into the depths of her virginity, filling me as She forced herself onto him, his eyes on mine the whole time. "Oh let me fuck you master, i want to fuck you, i want your cock in me, i want to make you cum.... Arghh..."

"Oh, you love that, don't you, you posh little bitch?"

"You bastard... oh God yes master..." She felt the whole length of him in her now,with single push. shemade loud moan. she was cryin in pain. her virgin tissues filled with his dick, her muscles throbbing, gripping it. She felt hhe tearing her two parts. She move slightly, adjusting herself and felt it stirring her, stretching her, playing deep inside. "Oh God oh God." She gripped him and arched her back, pushing her tits at him, "oh God suck my teats you dirty bastard. I'll do everything you want..."



He mouthed her left boob again, suckling it hard, and She felt her inner muscles contract suddenly, in a spasm, round his cock. He laughed. 'oh yes now we know what you like. You can have another five minutes, Rakul. From now. Fuck me like the whore that you long to be..."

"Thank you, Master, I will fuck like the whore "
And She lifted herself a little, as he mouthed her throbbing tits, and started to ride him her pain increasing.

Up and down She rode, gentle at first, rubbing his cock with her pussy, feeling it swell and strain as She gripped and slid, pushing and twisted. As She rode She arched her back and gripped him with her pussy. She needed to an orgasm, She had decided.  ride him convincingly, But She had to make it convincing..."

"Oh God..."

"You like your master's cock, Rakul?'

"Oh God yes..." She was pumping like a whore, her breath coming faster and faster as his delicious thick cock rubbed her raw virgin pussy, rasping and stretching and filling me, banging at her G spot....



"Look at me then. That's it baby, work me. If you're going to cum you'd better get on with it.... work that dick, her posh little totty..."

Oh God She worked him. She rode and rode, rubbing and thrusting and gripping and moaning, and somewhere in the middle of it all, as his mouth worked her boob and the hot, fat cock worked her pussy, She realised  God it was good. The cock, the humiliation, the forcing. She loved being a little humiliated bitch. She remembered the dildo and Divyanka, but this was so much better, so much more. She started to fuck him for real, now, lost and horny. 

"Oh God Master. Oh let me fuck you more. I want it, I want your cock, oh please take me and fuck me and play with me, let me serve you, let me fuck you and drink you and rub you and pleasure you like this again and again and again.....it's soooooo gooooood...'"



He was laughing at she as She rode him, lost in lust, "look at you, little whore... that's it baby, play with me, go on, play with me and ride me till you cum...'

She was sweating and gasping, riding and lusting. her pussy  was on fire, her pussy lips rubbed and aching, her cervix loving every bang. Oh God She rode and rode, and as She rode he laughed and swelled, and She built and built, and the feeling got bigger, until She great spasm built up in me and took me over and her orgasm swelling... and as She rode him She was seized by the most terrible lust, and She pushed her mouth against his and She tongued him as She came in wavs of glorious lust, probing every corner of his mouth as he filled me, shuddering and spasming and shivering until She ground to a halt. 

As She stopped he gripped her round the waist, forcing onto him, and She felt his fat belly wobbling and saw his eye roll as great shudders shook him and spurt after spurt of cum erupted from that huge swollen tool.



Horror and revulsion overcame me. What had She done? What had She promised? She took her mouth off his. His cock, still huge, stretched like a cat purring. She felt him vibrate it inside. She stared into his lazy, hooded eyes. He smiled.

'Eight minutes,' he said. 'Too slow. You'll have to keep trying. But we've lots of time now, haven't we, little slave? What was it you wanted?" 

Rakul gasped, "but it can't have been..."

"Oh time flies when you're enjoying yourself. You can get off my cock now..."



Gingerly She lifted herself off his fat knob. She was crying. "Can i go, please?..."

"nowwe try doggy style"he said, and She recognized the reference from the porn movies.

Tears flowing again She got down on all fours, and then he took her from behind, entering her hard and long , driving deep into her till her ovaries bounced in her stomach, and fucking her horny lusty muff like a dog fucks bitch, like an engine, riding her great, happy, driving fucks as his hands gripped her boobs and squeezed her. And She thrust back at him, aching and roaring, taking his cock as he took me, gripping his shaft with her tight, swollen pussy, arching and crying .


Oh God, how he fucked her. And all the time, She was ashamed to say, She begged for it. 

"you like that don't you? You love my cock don't you?'

"Oh Sir yes, oh fuck me harder, oh yeah, oh that's nice, She love the way his shaft her, oh God sir you're so big, so deep, I can feel you rubbing my tight sheath sir, I'm so full, you're stroking my Gspot... oh sir I love your cock in me, I'll do anything... do me, fuck me, let me service you for ever..."



By the time he swelled and surged and came She was with him, cumming again, humiliated and used but consumed by lust. She wanted his cock in her. She wanted his hands on her tits. She wanted his swollen knob filling her with his delicious cum. He didn't even have to order her to kneel before him and feast on him till he was clean of his juices and mine. She wanted to. She needed to. 

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She had me sign the contract then and there, and as She signed he tongue me, sucking and playing her clit, her lips, her horny muff so expertly that She almost forgot She like women too. She signed his slave contract, all of it, the spankings, the bondage, promising to serve and worship his beautiful dick for all that was to come, to ride him and suck him and be obedient with his friends, to know his as her master. She signed it as She rode his tongue, and after he had finished with me She knelt and worshiped his fabulous cock again, one more time. And this time, as She stroked and sucked and rubbed and begged, he honored her with his cum, and She felt it bursting into her throat like a volcano exploding as She teased his balls She cried in gratitude and begged for more.






She love it. She live for it. Nobody knows. Every time She go for a supervision now he uses her, teaches her more. But she was really good at grades.

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#Chitrangada Singh 


The boy was a typical teenager. Though in his last year of College, instead of worrying about what he would be doing next year in term of going to Higher studies or going out to work; ever since his hormones took over, most of the time, all he could think about was sex. In the last year, he had found that he was growing like a beanstalk and was rapidly approaching the six-foot mark. Though still thin, he was starting to fill out but not just his body. His cock had somehow turned from a small worm into a fat slug overnight. And that was when it was soft. Fully erect, it stuck out like some curved pole. He was quite proud that when he had a really big hard-on, his hand could just encompass its circumference. He also managed to measure its length once and found it just came over 9 inches. 


Lately he found that his sexual urges were getting more and more powerful. Not only did he have to wank first thing in the morning, he also started doing the same as soon as he got home from College and, of course, before he went to sleep at night. Not only that but he found that he was steadily taking longer to cum as his experience grew. More and more often, he risked being late for College and it was only his mum banging on the door to tell him to get up forced him out of bed, with an aching erection still waiting to be satisfied.

College had one major problem: it was an all boys' College. No girls at all. Nor did he know any girls of his age. Yes, there were women there but they were teachers. The chances of shagging one of them were practically nill (though there were a few he could easily have a go at).

As time went on, he got more obsessed. He finally got to a point where he was sizing up every female (girl or woman) he saw. No one was safe from his gaze. This eventually included his mother.



For the last few months, ever since his birthday, the boy had started taking notice of her. She was a statuesque woman who was in her early forties. Still reasonably attractive (though a little old for his tastes), he knew that she was not having any sex since his father had died 10 years ago and she had not been involved with anyone since.

However, he didn't become obsessed with her until that fateful day when he came home from College early. He had just slipped into the house when he saw his mother, stark naked apart from a towel wrapped around her head, coming out of the bathroom. That was when he found out what a sexy woman his mother was. Well-fleshed than fat. He watched how her big breasts swung heavily as she walked, her large but shapely arse swaying back and forth. 



Suddenly, the boy found that he had a pillar of granite inside his trousers like never before. Once in the sanctity of his bedroom, he had to wank himself three times before his erection died.

After that every time the boy saw her, he instantly got an erection and every time he masturbated, his mother was the woman he fantasised about. When she was not looking, he would lustily gaze at her, noting how her big breasts jutted against her dress or blouse. Since the weather was hot at the moment, she would often have a few buttons of her top undone and sometimes he would be lucky enough to get a flash of her heavily laden bra.



For as long as he could remember, him and his mother would spend a fortnight each year visiting his aunt and uncle, the aunt being his mother's best friend since childhood.

It was boiling hot on the first day of their visit, so his mother decided to go swimming at the local beach. The boy was only too happy to go with her, eager to see more of her body. As they came out of the water, he could not help but notice that his mother's wet swimming costume was clinging to her body. She wore an old-fashion one-piece suit and the soaked cotton material was moulded against her figure. He couldn't help but take in her big shapely breasts, the large nipples perky like fingertips. 



Below, between her thighs, a very prominent and bulging cunt mound was sculpted by the waterlogged costume, the very split of her quim visible as the material was tight against her crotch as if drawn in by suction. Immediately, images of his mother naked coming out of the bathroom that day came back to him as the boy stared at the female goodies displayed by his mother. To his embarrassment, he realised his mother had noticed him looking at her and that he had a hard-on which he was trying to hide. She looked away, clearly embarrassed herself.

Nothing was said and that evening, his mother, his aunt, his uncle and he all went out for a meal. After they had got back to the house, he decided to go straight to bed while the others stayed downstairs.



In bed, the boy felt a twinge in his loins as he remembered the incident on the beach. He had already shot off two loads of spunk into the air and his cock was started to get sore. But he still felt horny.

He had been tossing and turning in bed for about half an hour and when a light tap on his door and his mother peeped in. She wore a flowered dressing gown and her hair was unpinned to hang down over her shoulders. Immediately, he felt his penis starting to stir back into life. Sitting beside him on the bed, she asked what he was reading, how he was finding the holiday and other small talk. Her scent filled his nostrils and sent his head spinning, such the fairness of her face, sprinkled with attractive freckles, that her full soft lips seemed red as cherries. He could also smell the drink on her breath and seeing the slightly glazed look in her eyes, he realised that she was slightly drunk.



"Are you too old for your old mother to still kiss you goodnight?" she asked.

Well, she hadn't kissed him goodnight for several years and he eagerly lifted his head up for her to kiss him, his cock now a huge thick pillar throbbing painfully under the bed sheets.

The boy couldn't stop himself, as his mother went to kiss him on the cheek; he found his mouth on hers. He was surprised that she didn't pull away. Instead, the kiss lingered for a long moment, her lips soft and sweet. When he heard his mother mutter "Oh!", still making no attempt to move away from him, he found himself putting his arms around her; pushing his tongue to her lips and feeling her mouth slowly open, her body trembling. Their kissing continued, getting more and more passionate. The boy now on automatic, driven on by his huge throbbing hard-on, he slipped his hand inside her dressing gown and cupped and squeezed one of her big heavy breasts.



"Oh, honey," she moaned and he saw her glance at the tent in his sheets made by his rampant hard-on.

Suddenly she pulled away from him.

"Noooo! This is wrong!" she cried out.

"Mum?" the boy said, all bewildered. But his mother tore herself away and fled from his bedroom. He never felt so horny, so frustrated. Though still a virgin, he had kissed and fondled girls his own age, but his mother's kisses and the feel of her body was the best he had ever known. Now she had left him with a raging cockstand. It never felt so huge or hard. It was if his cock was made out of granite.

God! He wanted so much to fuck her, fuck her so badly. Even in his lust-driven mind, a small voice told him that it was wrong to do such a thing, that the chances were his mother would throw him out for daring such a thing. He could lose everything and what if his uncle and aunt heard? But he had wanted her for too long and his need to fuck his own mother overpowered everything else.

With his erection throbbing painfully, he got up out of a bed and tiptoed along to her room. Not wishing to risk announcing himself with a knock at the door, he went in to find her sitting before her dressing table brushing her long hair.

When she turned, her eyes were wide as she glanced at the tent raising from his groin. Her large breasts tits jutted out against her nightie.



"What are you doing here? You should be in bed."

Ignoring what she was saying, the sex-crazed teen moved across the room to where she was now standing.

"No, you mustn't. It's not right!" she protested as he took her in his arms. His body pressed into her yielding flesh and his upstanding prick pressed hard against her plump cunt.

"I'm your mother. Oh! This is so wrong ...(umph) " She gasped as he forced his mouth onto hers. The boy could feel her resolve weakening as he started rubbing his thick stiff shaft up and down against her cunt mound, which pressed back then began to push back meeting his thrusting.

He guided her across the room and lowered her over the bed, her legs dangling to the floor.

"Let him see you, I want to see you naked," he said, pleadingly, desperate to see her fully naked.

As he pulled at her nightie, he could feel that she actually raised her bottom and lifted her arms so that her lovely body was quickly revealed. Before him her big heavy breasts hung down and he buried his face between them, clasping each globe and sucking hard at the nipples.



She fell back so that her opened thighs were directly opposite his face. The cunt hair on her mound was a ginger bust, curling about a parted slit that pouted and showed the dew of aroused lubrication. The boy put his mouth to it and sucked the lips, his tongue piercing the warm wet recess.

His mother raised her knees, gripping his head and pushing her cunt against his face, muttering, murmuring and sighing, aroused beyond caring as the boy sucked and chewed on her cunt lips.

"(Oh God) this is so wrong," his mother moaned, "But it's been so long. Oh do it, honey. I want it so much. Do it, do it. Fuck me!"

The boy felt a shiver as he realised that his mother was actually asking him to have sex with her, and to use the word fuck. He'd never heard his mother even say damn before. He went between her legs and groaned as he felt her grip his stout shaft between thumb and forefinger, guiding it to her quim.



The sensations the boy felt as he slowly pushed his aching penis into his mother's vagina almost blew his mind. He could feel the rippled walls of her wet sheath slide tightly down his engorged erection as he slid inside. He couldn't believe it, he was finally fucking.

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The boy's mother groaned as if in great pleasure and moved her pelvis forward to receive his full length, feeling the knob enter her womb.


"(unnngh) Cherry! You feel enormous!" she gasped, making her son tremble even more.

Finally he had penetrated her up to his balls, her cunt channel was tight yet comfortable, moist and warm.



"Oh Mum, " the boy moaned, "This feels so good. I do love you. Tell me you love it up you."

"(oooh) Oh my God! I do, you naughty boy," his mother whispered back. "(oooooh) Oh it's so lovely, but terrible what we are doing! We mustn't, we shouldn't."

All the same, her legs locked behind his knees and her buttocks lifted from the bed in great heaves.

"Oh  Cherry! It feels so good! Oh my baby, you feel so good. So big and hard."

Getting more turned on by the minute, the boy started returning his mother's thrusts, first pulling halfway out of her hole before ramming his entire erection back into her up to the hilt.



"Oooh! I'm cumming, CUMMING! Push harder, baby. Shove it right up!"

Such was her frenzy, he felt she was going to buck him off her but clasped tight by her hands and legs. Unable to hold back, he thrust his thick erection into her up to the root and held himself there. He listened to his mother groan as the mouth of her cunt stretch impossibly around the base of the boy's huge shaft, and unable to hold back anymore, he started squirted his potent baby-making sperm into her cunt, her womb again and again.

Finally, with both of them gasping, they both rolled apart.

His mother pulled a sheet across her nakedness as if ashamed to let him see her breasts and vagina.




"Oh my God! What have we done?" she said terrified, "You must leave at once! What if we were heard?"

With the lust gone, the boy realised what he had done. With a sob, he ran out of her bedroom back to his own.

In the darkness, the boy just lay there in his bed. His mind was at war. A part of him was disgusted at what he had done. He had bangd his own mother. The other part enjoyed it. Not so much the actual banging but the fact he had finally fucked someone. His own mother in fact. Finally after what seemed like hours, exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep

When he woke up the next morning, he remembered what happened the night before. He could not believe what he had done. He had fucked and came inside his own mother. The same mother who had looked after him all his life, especially after his father had died. How could he have done it? Sure he had fantasised about her but he was sure a lot of boys his age did that. Doing it in real-life was something altogether different. At first he blamed his mother. She did come into his room after all and allowed him to kiss and fondle her. But that was no excuse. She was his mother and he should respect her, not lust after her. Besides she had been drunk.



He lay there in bed thinking what had happened last night. He could not help but to picture her underneath him as he roughly fucked her. The feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he became and the less guilty he felt. He suddenly realised that more anything, he wanted to fuck her again, despite the dangers, despite her protests.

Trembling with lust, he pulled back the bed covers, he quickly fished out his now aching erection and started to fondle it. As his passions mounted, he started to stroke himself harder and harder, reliving the moments when he was lustily fucking his parent. With a large groan, he came, shooting large spurts of white cum into the air.

As soon as he felt satiated, the guilt returned.

Getting washed and dressed, he went downstairs for breakfast and found his mother wasn't there. His aunt informed him his mother was a little under the weather. It was obvious that his mother could not face him after what he had done to her. Feeling ashamed, he decided to spend the morning down at the beach.

That afternoon, when his aunt and uncle were out for a local race meeting in Blackpool, he tapped at her bedroom door. The guilt was still there and he was also worried that he may have hurt her.

"Who is it?" A voice said softly on the other side of the door.

"It's me." The boy replied.

There was a pause and then she told him to come in.

She was lying in bed, her face wet with tears. On seeing him, she pulled herself up so that she was sitting upright. Immediately the boy's gaze fell onto his mother's breasts as they swelled out against the fabric of her nightdress. He groaned inwardly as he felt his prick lurch within his pants. Tearing his eyes of her boobs, he sat next to her on the bed.

She looked at him. "I am so sorry." She said and then she burst out crying again.

His lust forgotten, the boy took her in his arms.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked.

His mother suddenly stopped sniffling as she said: "It was so wrong we did last night, what I allowed us to do."

Hearing the angst in her voice, the boy pulled her head to his chest, his remorse suddenly overpowering his feelings of desire.

"It's not your fault. It's was mine. I r-r-bangd you." He said.

On hearing that, his mother pulled her head back and looked straight up at him.

"No! Don't ever say that!" she said with force, "You are young and could not help yourself. I have forgotten how lusty boys -- I mean young men your age can get." Then she added "BUT you never bangd me."



With a surprising show of strength, she pulled the boy's head against her bosom.

"Please, sweetheart. Please don't ever think that. It was my fault! I should have never have gone to your room."

"But Mum, "protested the boy, "If I didn't come to your bedroom after and..."

"No darling, "interrupted his mother, "You did not bang me." She pulled his head tighter to her chest. "It is not if I put up much of a fight."

They said nothing for a few moments. The boy felt his mother's large chest against his face. Images of her breasts naked appeared in his mind and he felt his arousal starting to overpower his feelings of guilt.

"Oh, Mum. I-I-I know I shouldn't say this." And then he paused.

His mother lifted his head up. "Yes, honey." She said, looking into his face with concern. She had stopped crying by now.

He looked at her. Cherry! She looked so good. So horny. So fuckable. Taking a deep breath he said: "It did feel so good. I-I-I never thought it would feel so good."

Seeing his mother's mouth in surprise, he quickly added "But if I hurt you in anyway..."

She looked at him for a few seconds before replying.

"Oh my God, No," she admitted, "You did not hurt me. Not at all. In fact..." she caught herself before she said anything further. His cock sprung to a full erection as he realised that his mother almost admitted that she had enjoyed last night.

She had enjoyed their fuck.



She then looked up at him. "But it was so wrong what we did."

"But it felt so good." The boy said again.

"But it was wrong. I am your mother and you are my son. We shouldn't do things like that -- no matter how good it feels." She said.

The boy's face was only inches away from his mother's. He studied his mother's lips. Cherry! He wanted to kiss her. He had to kiss her. That thought caused his stone-hard erection to throb even more painfully.

"Mum? Can I kiss you." He blurted out.

She looked at him and then offered her cheek.

"N-no." he stammered, "I want to kiss on the lips."

"What?", she said looking up at him in surprise.

"Please? Just this once." he pleaded.

"No. It is not right." Though to the boy's ears, his mother sounded hesitant. Ignoring her pleas, he gently kissed her mouth. She did not kiss him back. He pulled away.

"Honey. Don't" she gasped as he kissed her again.

"Honey.." a third kiss.

"No." a fourth but this time he felt her return his kiss.

The fifth and her kiss was stronger.

He had won. Groaning, he brought his mouth firmly onto hers. His tongue snaking inside her mouth to duel with her own. He heard her moan as he grabbed hold of one of her breasts through the nightdress.



Trembling with lust, the boy pulled away and started undoing his trousers.

"That's what you do to me." the boy said, showing his mother his large throbbing erection, causing her to gasp, "Let me put it in again like last night. Pllleeeassee! You know it's so nice."

In anticipation, he pulled off his shirt, noting how she kept staring at his stiff erection. This time, he had a bit of a tussle to get off her nightdress. He wasn't about to have it any other way and with kisses and pleas and endearments, he had her with the bedcovers pulled back, laid before him in all her glorious nudity. How he fondled and kissed her tits, inspected her cunt from close range, placing little kisses on the parted lips and inserting his tongue tip to lick her clitoris.

As he sucked her clitoris, the boy pushed one then two fingers into her now wet cunt. By now his mother was ardently responding to his caresses.



Suddenly, she got up, pushing the boy on to his back. Then quickly, almost desperately, she straddled him, positioning the opening to her vagina above the purple head of his hugely erect penis. In one swift movement, she impaled herself onto the prick of the boy, causing them both to cry out.

"Oh Cherry! (gasp), you feel so good." She moaned. Comfortably mounted, she started sliding her wet cunt up and down his huge hard shaft, moaning aloud, her full lips parted excitedly.



His mother began to slowly raise and lower her hips, sliding up and down his jutting rod. The boy placed one hand on her smooth ass, as he continued to play with her breasts with the other.

The boy loved the feel of her flexing rump muscles as she continued to fuck him slowly. Sometimes she would roll her hips from side to side, really screwing in a mild way, and sometimes she paused at the bottom to grind her pubic area against his. Up and down his mother's beautiful big ass moved, creating the most delightful friction as her cunt moved up and down his tingling cock.

Gradually the his mother began to speed up, grunting a little with each down stroke now, her belly smacking against his as she rammed his erection to the extreme depths of her vagina. Her gasps became louder and more insistent.



"Look (ummph) what you are (huff) making your mother do, " she panted, "look at (unggh) her fucking your huge penis! Cherry! (ooohhh!) You don't know how much (unnngh) I wanted us to do this. (hummph) Oh the times (oh god) I would lay in bed at home, knowing (oooohhhhh) that you were only in the next room, wanking your (gasp) huge boner! Wishing that every huge inch of your hard cock was (unngh) buried up my cunt! All the times (oh god) I would see your cum (huff) stains (ooohhh) on the sheets, wishing that (uuunnnghhhh) that cum had been in my belly!"

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All this talk from his mother was making the boy want to cum.


"And when you made (uuunggghhh) love to me last night. I couldn't (ooohh) believe it." She gasped.

"I (ungh) couldn't help it, Mum. After that kiss (grunt) last night. I do love you."

His mother smiled, her face flushed. "Oh I know, honey. I (unnnghn) love you toooooooooooooooh!"

At that moment, his mother suddenly stiffened. She was fully impaled on his erection, her groin straining against his. "Oh oh my God! I am going to oooooooooooohhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The lad just lay there, not moving as he watched his mother started to shiver. Her face screwed up and she let out a long drawn out groan. He realised that she was cumming.



At the same time, he felt something tighten around his erection causing him to gasp. She was squeezing him with her cunt. Slowly the shaking stopped and she looked down at the boy, a smile illuminated her face.

"Oh darling. That was so good. Oh I do love you. You are such a good boy."

"Did you like it?" gasped the boy, trying to keep his passions in check for the moment.

"Oh did I", she moaned her face growing serious, "Did I ever."

Then after a pause, she said "You are still hard."

"That's (arrh) because I haven't (oooh) c-cum yet." He gasped as he felt his mother started to again squeeze his cock with her cunt muscles.

"Oh you haven't have you?" she asked with a mischievous look in her eye, as she slowly started to move her hips up and down, slowly moving her cunt up and down on her son's cock.



"Cherry!", he groaned, "y-yyyeah".

The boy could not believe the change that had come over her. No longer was she hesitant or unsure. Now seated on top of him was a wanton female who wanted to give sexual gratification to them both.

"Well, we can't have that can we." And she started to move a little faster, squeezing him a lot harder.

"Oh fuck! (unnngh)", moaned the boy, "This feels so good! You are so wet and tight! (unnngh) I wanted to fuck you so much too!"

"I know", she whispered, her eyes staring into the lad's. "And you have got your wish."

"(oooohhhh)" gasped the boy.

"But now I want something." She said.

"Y-yes? (oooh)" the boy gasped as she squeezed his cock even harder.

Taking one of his hands of her hips, his mother placed on the lower part of her stomach. "I want this filled."

"Eh?" the boy moaned, not understanding.

"I want what ever in these", his mother reached behind her and grasped his balls, "to be ejected into here" pointing at her belly. The boy felt her sink down on him, taking every single inch of his hard-on into her cunt, her womb.



"I want you to cum in me." His mother gasped, as she started to squeeze his cock with her cunt in earnest. At the same time, he felt his mother's hand started to gently squeeze his testicles.

"Oh shit!", he gasped, "this feels so good."

"Yes, honey. I can feel you getting even stiffer. You are ready, aren't you? Ready to cum in me. Ready to unload your huge balls. To fill me with your rich potent sperm."

The boy groaned out loudly. His mother's words were enough to make him want to cum. Moaning constantly, feeling his mother's tight wet sheath tightening around his aching erection.

"I-I-I'm going to cum." he moaned, twisting his head, his eyes closed.

"Yes, darling, but look at me. I want to you to look into my eyes as you cum."



He felt her hands cup his head, turning it to face upwards. He opened his eyes and found himself looking straight into his mothers' face.

"That's it. My baby, shoot your hot thick potent cum in me. See if you can make me pregnant."

That did it. Hearing those words, the boy's body stiffened. He pushed his groin as hard as he could against his mother's and felt his balls tighten.

"Oh I do love you, Mum!"

Holding on to her as hard as he could, he felt his spunk starting to ride up his stalk of an erection. Using his muscles, he tried to keep the flow back but it was no use. With a loud cry, he felt his sperm literally erupt from the head of his cock, straight into his mother's womb.

"Oooh! My darling. I can feel it. I can feel you cumming inside me." His mother moaned, as she gently but firmly massaged his ejaculating cock with her cunt muscles.

The boy felt his mother's soft hand on his brow as he again and again ejaculated inside her. He felt his mother nurse him as he finally finished cumming.

Panting, his mother leant back, her arms holding her up. They were still linked at their loins and the boy noticed that he was still semi-hard.

"Did you really enjoy it?" she asked him.



"Boy! Did I! It was even better than last night." he replied. Then after a pause, "Did you?"

"Oh God! You bet I did!" she replied.

The two of them stayed in that position with him laying on his back with his mother comfortably mounted on him, his semi-erection held firmly in her vagina.

"Do you want me to get off?" his mother asked.

"No. You feel great." He said, "especially your erm vagina over my penis."

"You naughty boy!", she giggled. "I still can't believe we have just done this."

"And we did it last night as well. " the boy boasted.

"Yes," she sighed, "we did didn't we."

This was a long pause.

"Mum?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Did you mean what you said just now" he asked, referring to what his mother said whilst in the throes of passion. "Always wanting to erm have sex with me".



His mother looked embarrassed, "Erm.. I didn't realise it at the time but yes I suppose I did." she said quietly.

"Why?" asked the lad.

Her dark brown eyes fixed on his.

"I think it was because you looked so much like your father."

"Oh!" said the boy, disappointed.

Sensing her boy's disappointment, she continued. "That was what got me to notice you. But then I saw how much better built you were compared to him. Even though you are still a teenager"

The boy gave a slight smile.

"But when you made love to me last night, I couldn't get over how well endowed you were, so much bigger than your father - God rest his soul!".

The boy felt his cock twitch as it started to get stiffer within her vagina. His mother noticed it.

"(oooh) You randy bugger. I see that you have not finished with me yet. You are going to wear your old mother out at this rate."

"I can't help it. You turn me on so much." He hungrily eyed his mother's heavy breasts, "a-and your breasts, your tits are so big (oooh!)"



The boy groaned as he felt his mother's cunt tighten around as his erection slowly became larger and stronger.

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"Your ermm penis was so big and hard, I thought it was going to rip me apart. Cherry, darling, no-one has ever made love to me with so much power as you have done." She lent forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.


"Now it's your turn." His mother said, tracing a finger down his chest. "You said that you had wanted to make love to me as well."

"Yes." Gasped the lad as he looked at his mother's full pouting lips, her large breasts hanging invitingly in front of him. He started to move under her.

"Cherry! You ARE getting stiff again. How long have you wanted to make love to me?" she asked, as she again started to squeeze her boy's growing erection again and again with her cunt.

"I always thought (gasp) you were sexy but when I saw you naked (gasp) that time did I really want you".

His mother was surprised. "Naked? (ooh) When did you see me naked?". She slowly started to raise her body up and down.



"The other week, when (gasp) you just had a bath." The boy groaned, his hands grabbing her hips and he slowly started to thrust under her.

His mother chuckled. "You know, I didn't even (gasp) know you were in the house."

His erection back at full strength, he started to thrust against his mother even harder. "Oh Mum, you were so beautiful. I could see your big boobs and lovely arse. I was so turned on, I had to go to my room and (gasp) w-wank myself three times."

His mother was now moving up and down at a more rapid pace as her excitement mounted. "Y-you had to (unngh) play with yourself three times (uungh) because you saw me naked? Oh you poor baby!"



"Yeah!", he replied as he started to put more power into his thrusts, meeting his mother's lunges halfway before she pushed him back into the bed. "Cherry! (unngh) I wanted you so much. I almost rubbed myself raw."

"And what were (gasp) you thinking (uungh) about?" she huffed.

"You" he moaned.

"What about (ungh) me?" she moaned back.

They both hear the wet slapping of their bodies as they thrusted against each other.

The boy gasped. "That I wished I (unngh) could have gone up behind you...."

"And?" panted his mother.

"and grabbed your lovely tits and bum (Cherry)"

"(oooh) and?".

"That (ungh) that I....I could have fucked you!"

"Oh!" In her mind's eye, she could see her son stripping off and approach her with his huge erection and that within minutes, he had her on her hands and knees in the middle of the hall, with his hard cock shoved up her from behind.



"Ohhh! Darling. I --I-I wished you had!" She gasped as their thrusts got more and more rampant.

"Oh Cherry, baby.", she continued, "If we keep (ungh) this up, I (ungh) think we should (oooh) go home. I (ooofff) don't want your aunt and uncle finding out about this."

"But (ungh) won't they become sus-suspicious?" The boy moaned.



"They will (gasp) if w-we stay here." She gasped as she felt her son grab hold of her swinging boobs. "W-w-we'll just say (groan) I don't f-feel very well and have (oooh) go home early and t-that my b-baby (Cherry) will look after me (unnnnghh)"

"Cherry! I will definitely look after you. I do love you!" The boy groaned as he imagined them buck-naked in his mother's bed, fucking away. The same bed that he was conceived.

"I love you too (uuumph)"

Grabbing hold of the back of her head, he brought his mother's face down onto his, their mouths coming together hard. Their tongues entwining as he pulled her tight against his body. Thrusting his throbbing shaft to the hilt of his mother's wet cunt, the boy then rolled them over so that she want on her back with him on top. The mother then brought her legs up around his back, while her arms encircled his neck as she proceeded to hang on for dear live as her son started thrusting her against as hard as possible. The boy did not care how long he lasted, all he wanted to do was empty his replenished balls of his rich fertile spunk into his mother's boobs.






For a little while after that, all you could hear from coming from inside the bedroom, were the sounds of gasps, moans and groans mixed in with terms of endearments accompanied by squeaking bedsprings (along with the headboard banging against the wall) which were getting louder and louder as the activity got more and more frantic.



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#Malaika Arora

I drove my little hatchback on my first long trip that summer, 450 km to where my mom's mother, sister Malaika Arora, and her husband Jai lived. My thoughts drifted to fishing the cool streams and warm lakes, to card games with my grandmother, aunt, and uncle in the humid evenings, and to their cabin-like homes in the woods. Occasionally memories of a Aunt Malaika's kiss affected me(accediental she kissed me when i was in 17), but I shook that off, accepting that I was 19 and anything vaguely sexual made me horny. Her lips had been so soft on mine, moist, and utterly tender. How could adults greet each other this way and not feel aroused every time? I sighed. 19 and horny. I would outgrow this.




Pulling into grandma's driveway nine hours later, I leapt out and raced into her cottage. We sat at her little table and got caught up. After a bit she suggested I walk next door to visit my aunt and uncle. I trotted over and the moment Aunt Malaika saw me she raced out the door toward me, squealing. She grabbed me in a tight hug, making happy sounds.

"Look at you! You look terrific, Sunny! You're finally filling out and," she added roughly rubbing my chin, "maybe you can actually grow a beard now?"

I blushed, wishing my damn relatives didn't notice everything and then talk about everything. As she had examined me, I had done the same. Aunt Malaika was attractiveand sexy. At 5' 3" she was a couple of inches shorter than me and a bit stocky, which included being a bit busty.At age 47 she looked, well, like age 30. Malaika was my favorite aunt though, always sweet to me and she treated me like an adult. Her bright eyes met mine with genuine interest and her animated style engaged me. People liked Malaika and she made them laugh.



I tried and failed to not look at her lips. They had retained the fullness of her youth as well as natural color that denied a need for lipstick. Though sometimes she did wear lipstick, a plum shade that redheads preferred. She smiled, revealing lovely white teeth. I tore my gaze away and her eyes met mine. My heart jumped in terror. I had only glanced at her lips, right? I hadn't stared? She took my arm in hers and guided me inside and all was normal for us, though a new awareness of my arm against the side of her breast washed over me.

Greetings aside we all started to play cards, my aunt and I against Uncle Jai and Grandma. We had played cards together since I was a small boy, laughing and chatting, enjoying the company more than the game. Most of the time it was about cards, about conversation, and about relaxing, but sometimes the odd allure of Malaika affected me and created feelings of shame and fear. I did not want to be some freak of a nephew. I loved how much she liked me and I battled to hide my attraction to her. Yet as my partner her eyes met mine often. As she contemplated her bid, she pursed her lips prettily. When she laughed, which was often, I could see her tongue. How I hated myself. Fucking loser.



It was decided that I would sleep at Malaika and Jai's. They had more room and woke up early each day, as I did. The three of us prepared for bed and then I sat reading at the kitchen table. Jai disappeared into the bedroom and Malaika popped out to say goodnight. She walked over to me and her motion seemed slow, languid. She stood beside my chair and placed a warm hand on my left shoulder. She leaned over and kissed my forehead in a motherly way. "Goodnight, sweetheart," she whispered. The softness of her lips on my skin lingered and her whisper felt sultry and full of promise. Surely my imaginings. Hoarsely, I said goodnight and she smiled as she walked to their bedroom. I stared at the closed door and felt hot tears of shame and the burn of desire on my cheeks.



The next day we all worked on firewood for the winter. This year I ran the splitter, a sort of recognition of my manhood. Wood was carried, split, and stacked in the old shed. We sweated despite the cool air until the sun slid behind the hills and the cold overwhelmed us. Grandma had left at noon for a nap. Now the three of us went inside to stoke the fire, eat hot soup, and rotate through their one bathroom for showers.

I sighed as I rested on the couch, chatting with Jai. I had showered first and changed into a plaid shirt and sweats. I felt like a logger after a hard day in the woods. As we talked, Jai started to nod off and excused himself to bed for the night. Our conversation had helped me stay awake, too, so now I drifted, waiting for Aunt Malaika to finish her shower so I could go to bed. I must have fallen asleep.

Aunt Malaika slid onto the couch beside me and I blinked blearily at her. Despite my sleepiness, my nostrils were hyper aware of her soft lavender scent and my leg felt the warmth of hers against mine. My heart pounded when she murmured, "Goodnight, sweetheart." She leaned across and kissed my cheek, but it wasn't casual. Her lips stayed on my skin too long, too intimately. Then I felt her breath an inch lower on my cheek and she kissed again, moister. I felt confused and I froze. Aunt Malaika shifted and her body pressed against me as her mouth reached across my face, drawing near my own lips before kissing my other cheek. It felt like her lips parted against my skin. My balls tingled. I should push her away. I didn't want these soft kisses from my mother's sister. Yet the arousal ran deeply through me, as undeniable as it was immoral. I muttered uncomfortably, "I need to get to bed."



Aunt Malaika's eyes met mine, so close. She smiled into my eyes, her look both understanding and teasing. "Sunny, you don't like this? I'm just being good to you.."

I panted softly, begging her in my mind. Begging her to stop. It felt wrong. She was wrong. My nerves fired madly and my brain screamed at me to escape.

But my body turned slightly, offering my cheek again. She murmured, "There's a good boy" and her hand cupped my face, her hand warm and comforting. I closed my eyes, feeling safer in the dark. Aunt Malaika's lips met my cheek softly, sweetly. Was this just the affection of an aunt? Was I imagining the rest?

Her hand slid down my face slowly as she rose from the couch with a knowing smile. "Sleep well, Sunny," she said as she left the room.



Sleep did not come for hours.

The next three days passed as if nothing had happened. Clearly I had laid a veneer of eroticism on an innocent act. Malaika, Jai, and I played cards as we always had. Grandma joined us sometimes and we cooked meals on the wood-burning stove. I took long walks in the woods, usually alone. Life was simple, good, and as it had been on every trip here for years.

Sometimes, as we cooked in her small kitchen, Malaika brushed against me. It could not be helped, meant nothing, yet affected me. However, I was able to shake it off. Sometimes I noticed her as she moved. Had she always been so smooth in her motions? So feline? My eyes were drawn to her swaying round ass and her breasts, larger than I had ever noticed before. I chastised myself, irritated at the observations and feelings. I was a ridiculous kid. I don't think she saw me looking.



On my fourth and last day in Malaika's home my fears and hopes would be challenged. Jai had gone to town with some buddies for a "serious card game", leaving Malaika and I alone. We sat on the couch amiably, reminiscing about the past and pondering the future, especially my future as I considered college and career. She sat a bit away from me with her legs curled under her in a sweater and jeans, feet bare. Her  hair was swept into a messy bun after a day of housework, but she had added lipstick after dinner, the lovely plum shade that worked with her red hair. As she spoke my eyes left hers often to watch her sculpted lips move. I think she noticed, but she said nothing.

"Well," she said as she stretched luxuriously, "I know it's early and I've loved our conversation, but my bed is calling. Time for goodnight." She slid onto the arm of the sofa and I leaned back to look up at her. Our eyes met briefly and I felt the return of the shameful desire. Malaika leaned down to kiss my forehead, even slower than before. Long moments with her warm moist lips on my forehead. I said nothing. I heard the quiet sound of her lips leaving my skin, then she shifted toward my eyes for a second kiss beside them. My breathing became deep as she planted another slow hypnotic kiss on my cheek. My eyes closed halfway as her kisses moved down my cheek, sometimes dragging open lips across my skin. My body was motionless, but my heart hammered madly. I heard the steady ticking of the antique clock, but time did not seem to pass. .



Her lips traveled nearly to the corner of my mouth. She was going to kiss me! I feared the effect of her kiss, feared where it might lead. Deep in my heart though, I had been curious about her kiss for a long time. I had to resist, but it was so hard to fight. I reached deep and blurted, "Oh please don't! Please no more!" My fists clenched as her pouty lips moved toward mine, then upwards to kiss my nose playfully and - God help me - maternally. My fists relaxed slightly. She paused to whisper, "This relaxed you as a baby, darling" and again her mouth passed near my lips. She kissed my chin. Malaika's hand caressed my face; my eyes closed again. She pressed her body to mine tighter and the combination of sweetness and sexuality increased my dizziness, breaking down my reluctance.

Her next kiss started on my cheek, even closer to the corner of my mouth. I felt her smile and she giggled softly as if aware of my desire. Was she thinking my desire was dumb? Was she laughing at me? Or was she toying with me?

I feared being seen as a stupid kid, but the proximity of her luscious mouth aroused me. I was going to kiss her. Or she was going to kiss me. This couldn't happen.

"Please Auntie, please don't," I said softly.



"Oh sugar, what could be wrong with adoring you?" She whispered against my cheek. "With loving you," she added along with tiny butterfly kisses toward my panting lips.

"Oh Malaika!" I exclaimed. "You're making me want things I shouldn't!"

"Oh, my. Nephew. I didn't know. But now that I do..." She whispered, "...just let it happen, Sunny" and her soft lips touched the wet corner of my mouth. Tears sprang to my eyes as I fought it. Fought her. In my pants though my cock was rigid and weeping precum.

"We can stop this anytime you like, Sunny," she said, her traitorous fingers caressing down my cheek and onto my neck, cool calm fingers invading the hot flesh under my collar. "Or just turn away now, if you can."

With a monumental effort I turned away, escaping her lovely gaze and seductive mouth. I stared at the wall, my breath slowing.

"But," she cooed, "you have to mean it." I felt her fingers move under my chin. She tugged lightly on my chin. A child could have easily resisted, but i could not. I found my eyes back on hers, our lips again close. I couldn't resist. I hated myself and I hated her. Tears leaked from my begging eyes that knew not what they begged for.



I felt her breath on my lips now, her open mouth inches away. I felt the terror of the taboo. My aunt! Dizziness overwhelmed me and I grasped Malaika's shoulders to steady me. I croaked, "This isn't right. What would people say?"

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"Well," she whispered, "Some would say that's it's bizarre that I'm over 20 years older than you. Tell me, sugar, do my lips look old?" Malaika's pink tongue traced her full plum lips seductively, holding my fascinated gaze. Lightly, almost imperceptibly, her mouth brushed mine, eliciting a tremor that spread through my whole body. The effect was calming and thrilling. "I suppose some might say," she added, punctuating words with another butterfly kiss from her gentle lips, "That a married woman should be faithful." I could see her tongue in her mouth, teasing. Wet. Ever so close. Waiting. "What would I say? I might say that you need the teasing kisses to go deeper. You need me. You need to surrender to the desires we have had for ever so long. I won't take us there by myself, sweetheart. It's up to you."




"Auntie, I'm so scared. I'm a virgin and a good boy. I'm frightened of sex and terrified of you. Yet I want...I need...oh Malaika!"

"Of course you're confused. Trust me. I'll be so good to you, young one. I understand your fear. Your most terrifying thoughts aren't about your first time, or my age, or my husband, are they? It's about how I helped raise you. I fed you in your high chair. I changed your diapers. I taught you how to swim.

No, the reason you're trembling is because of my sister. Yet I don't look like her, do I? Though some say," she murmured ever so close to my mouth, "that I have her lips."

i shook with dreadful desire, wanting those familiar-looking lips on mine. I wanted it like nothing I had ever wanted before in my 19 years. I also feared if I tried to kiss her she might laugh at me, tell me it was all a joke. I needed her to make the first move. I ached for her to kiss me, take me, remove my choice and responsibility. But her moist parted lips remained still. Malaika was a devil offering bliss in exchange for my sin. The lipstick on her lips begged for a kiss, an incestuous wild open-mouthed kiss, but she waited with the patience of a woman of 47 for her young nephew to surrender.



This wasn't a tease; it was real. Her offer was legitimate. Ah, yet so illegitimate though. Erotically immoral.

For the first time I felt the evil inside her. Taunting me. Teasing me. What she wanted was darker than sex. What would she do to me? Would I ever be innocent again? I watched her lips, truly similar to my mother's. Tears came again as all self-control left me. I glanced into her eyes that said she knew she had conquered me. I looked to her evil familiar mouth and it beckoned me.

She tilted her lovely face as if to kiss me, moved terribly close, and waited. This was my rubicon. Those haunting lips, the sword I would die on.

I whimpered and capitulated to my devil-aunt, pressing my mouth fully against hers, awkwardly yet passionately, though I kept my mouth closed in token resistance. I felt her smile as she kissed back. Her lips moved against mine, tantalizing me, demanding more. For a moment I was aware of our mouths opening and the humid empty chasm between us. I fought her invitation for long moments before reaching out - God help me- with my tongue. The tip of her tongue found the tip of mine and then danced away. I chased, cat and mouse. Her tongue nimbly eluded mine, sneaking little teasing touches here and there until my frustration grew unbearable. When I groaned and crushed her body to mine she laughed before kissing me fully. Her tongue writhed against mine wickedly and my resistance melted away. With a desperate whimper I kissed my Aunt Malaika like a lover, tears of shame running down my cheeks.

As we kissed she held my face between her palms, brushing away my tears. She mixed compassion and soothing touches with seething desire and dominant power. Her gentle tongue explored my mouth slowly, learning the touches that pleased me, crumbling my will. I could not restrain my moans and soon I no longer wanted to. I sighed contentedly with each slippery touch of our tongues. She learned my buttons and used each one to bring me higher and higher until kissing was not enough for me.

"That's it, young one. Show me. Tell me. Let me know your secret needs and I'll fulfill them."

Her hands glided down my face and neck, over my shoulders and hips, gripping my ass firmly. She stopped kissing my slightly bruised mouth and read me with her eyes. The tiny laugh lines around them crinkled at me as her hands roughly kneaded my ass until I groaned.

I begged quietly, "I've needed you since that very first kiss on the lips."

"I know," she replied, unbuttoning my shirt. "I knew before that kiss."

I saw the truth. "That kiss was a manipulation?".



Her left hand slide around to the front on my pants, rubbing my cock slowly up and down. "Are my manipulations so bad, sugar?"

I gasped and found my hips undulating against my aunt's palm. I blushed, feeling needy and slutty. "Please..." I muttered as I looked at the floor.

"Tell me, darling Sunny, have you fantasized about me?"

I hesitated until she kissed me lightly on the lips, then confessed, "Yes."

"Good boy," she praised, and I felt warm. "Now tell me, did you touch your sweet virgin penis as you thought of me?"

"Auntie!" I exclaimed.

Malaika whispered in my ear, "Tell me."

I paused, embarrassed. When her tongue licked my ear, I gasped but stayed silent. When she sucked on my earlobe I clenched my fists. When she slid her tongue into my ear, blotting out the world with her wet nimble tongue, I cried out, "Yes! I stroked to your photo, Malaika, and I came with your name on my lips!" She left my wet ear to cool and appraised me as I blushed.

Again she lifted my chin with one manicured finger. "tell me what you want to happen between us tonight. Tell me now," she commanded.



I locked eyes with her. "Please," I repeated. "Please show me. Adore me, Aunt Malaika." I hesitated then added softly "Enjoy me. Please!"

"There now. Was that so hard? Oh 19 year old, I will do unimaginable things to you. Beautiful things that all men need, but few discover. Terrible things that you will fear and then learn to crave. When you're scared and vulnerable I'll intensify those feelings and, much later, I'll soothe you. You'll cry. You'll come for me. I'll break you, nephew. That's for much later. Tonight? Tonight I'll show you how a real woman makes love."

With that she lowered her mouth to my pulsing throat and sucked wetly. Her fingers glided under my shirt, now surprisingly unbuttoned, finding my nipple. She brushed her index finger back and forth until my nipple rose up toward her experienced touch, hard and needy. Then she scbangd it lightly with a red manicured fingernail. Say I groaned in pleasure she swiftly unbuckled my belt, slip my zipper down, and dragged my pants off. Suddenly my head cleared and I cried out, "No!" Her lips found my nipple, then her teeth bit down hard and I grunted in shock and pain. Immediately her tongue went soft, finding my injured nipple with a warm soothing touch. She sucked sweetly and licked warmly, removing the pain, so wonderful. Then I felt for the first time a woman's bare hand on my naked cock. Each fingertip gently gripped the base, then slid delicately up to the tip as she tongued my nipple more aggressively. She repeated this over and over, finally squeezing the spongy tip of my cock right to edge of tickle. Every iota of fight in me died.



As I lay limply on her couch she quickly swung her leg across my body, kissing my lips again. I felt her wetness against my leg, then her wet sex slid up against my cock. she undress herself. She pulled back to look into my eyes, and lifted her sex toward the wet tip of my penis, hovering over it. Her amused eyes looked the question into mine.

"This," I breathed, "is what we cannot do. We stop now and-" Her pussy touched the tip lightly. Her hips rotated in slow seductive circles.

"Sunny, do you truly want to stop this? Ok, simply don't move. Don't thrust. Fight it, young one. In 60 seconds, I'll get off you. We will never share anything intimate again. Can you fight your desire for me? Please try; I love the fight almost as much as the inevitable defeat."



I fought to concentrate, sweating hard. She panted harder, aroused by my resistance. I bit my lip until I felt sharp pain, but could not ignore the feeling of the tiny circles of her pussy lips barely gripping the tip of my cock. She took a deep breath, her breasts heaving, and lowered her face toward mine. Her hair enveloped us, hiding us from the rest of the world. The room became darker and the scent of her hair filled me. It was as if nothing existed but the two of us in a tent of her auburn hair. Her lips met mine with deceptive softness. She whispered into our kiss, "Be mine tonight, please?"

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The please unraveled me - she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I lifted my hips and lost my virginity to my aunt's sweet pussy. She lowered herself onto me with a moan and our hips moved in a rhythm as old as time. "Perfect," she breathed, kissing me.




"Yes", I confessed, gliding in and out. With our tongues wrapped together, our words admitting the depth of our need, and our bodies illicitly joined, I felt a deep churning in my loins. Malaika's face and chest flushed red and she arched her back while my hips paused like a cocked gun. She cried out, "Now, young one! Oh yes now!" and I felt her command trigger my release , my hips thrusting into her one last time as I came explosively, repeatedly, and desperately. I had never known anything that thrilled me more. Aunt Malaika collapsed on top of me, her body hot and good against mine, our hearts beating together. It was bliss. My eyes closed.



I slept fitfully in a blend of dreams and reality. Did her finger stoke between my ass checks? I thought I saw her sitting on the toilet, peeing with door open, talking to me. I felt blazing fear, deep shame, and mad desire. Where would all of this lead? Was my aunt a sweet seductress or a devilish temptress? How dark were her desires. Her words infiltrated my sleep, "...Terrible things that you will fear and then learn to crave. When you're scared and vulnerable I'll intensify those feelings and, much later, I'll soothe you." Finally a deeper sleep took me.



I awoke much later, wrapped in the strong arms of my naked aunt. As I shifted, she kissed my neck. "My lipstick is all over you, lover," she whispered. My eyes flew open in horror. What had we done? I leapt from the bed, realized I was naked, and hastily wrapped myself in a small throw blanket. I stood in the corner of her bedroom, eyes wide.

Malaika stood slowly, letting the covers caress her body as she slipped out of bed, naked and proud. She walked toward me.



"I hate you," I muttered. "I'll never see you again!"

She approached me until her rigid nipples nearly touched my chest. "Oh Sunny, I don't think so. You hate me now, but sooner than you believe you will think of me differently."

I stared in disbelief, the passion long gone, replaced by anger and shame. Malaika was cruel and terrible. She had manipulated me, deceived me, and now threatened to turn me into a man I swore I would never become. My eyes found the door and my escape.

She continued, "The craving for Malaika will grow. The memory of our first kisses will be inescapable. Our hot shared stare when you slid inside me will haunt you."



"You're an evil BITCH," I spat.

"Perhaps. And I'm very good at, yes?" Her arrogant eyes burned into my horrified ones. "So are you.

"So fight it, pet. Fight it as hard as you like, because the more you resist the better the sex will be when you return to my arms. The longer you wait, the longer I will make you beg for my lips. Yes, these lips." She licked them slowly, seeing my eyes follow. "As you beg you will admit even more shameful desires to me. I'll grant them. I'll be everything you ever imagined. And you, my pet, will please me in ways few men are willing to do."



I shoved past her, racing to my room where I stuffed my belongings in my bag. Malaika didn't follow. I ran out of the house and down the path to where my car was at Grandma's to the sound of her lilting laughter. I resolutely vowed I would never see Aunt Malaika again. I drove away from her to my home where I showered furiously, washing away the fluids, the scent of her, and her plum-colored lipstick.

But not before I rubbed the lipstick off my cock and sucked it off my finger, eyes closed in euphoric recall.

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Bhavana looked upon her reflection in the mirror and what she saw satisfied her. At the age of 26 she has a perfect slim body with no trace of extra fat. She stood 5'6 which is tall by the Indian standards and her night gown clings to her body displaying the perfect figure. Soft and protruding boobs, standing high like Himalayas . She brushed her shoulder length hairs and gave a final look at herself before joining her husband Prakash at bed.




Suddenly she heard her mother in law calling her from the adjoining room.

"Coming," she yelled and without thinking that she was only wearing a night gown which is very much transparent, she went to her mother in law's room. She was sitting in the bed. She is not too old only 60 but looked older and worn out due to the hard work she did all through her life to bring up her children in the absence of her husband. Prakash was the youngest while her two elder sisters were already married. After the marriage of the sisters the three of them only live in this house. She was handicapped as her knee gave way due to some problem and she is too weak that she cannot even climb on her wheel chair on her own.

"Oh! Look at you, wandering around the house like a slut," she taunted Bhavana the moment she looks at her dress. "What a conservative bitch, I hate her," Bhavana thought.



"I was just going to bed."

"I know a slut like you want to show around," she blabbered until Bhavana gave her the medicine and water to wash it down with. After that she rushed back to her bed room. Inside she found Prakash already in deep slumber. She sighed, another night....

Bhavana's father was not well to do and they had six children to support. Bhavana was the most beautiful of all her sisters and they always tell her that she would get a prince as husband. However the reality was far from what she always dreamed. She has practically no one to fall back at her parents' home so she has to bear and live with her always nagging mother in law.



Next morning after Prakash left for work Bhavana got out of house to purchase some groceries. As soon as she stepped out she saw Vasim, her next door neighbour. He smiled and greeted her as she passed by and she has to smile back. Vasim was a crocked man and it was rumoured that he has connection with the low lying political people and also does some odd jobs for them. He was around 50 and had three children one of which is almost the age of Bhavana. Due to his connections and crocked behaviour people don't want to be on his wrong side. He has a lecherous eye on Bhavana. She also knows it very well and keeps her distance.

As she entered the departmental store she saw that Vasim had followed her. She cursed him and hurried to get her things. She picked up the groceries in the basket and was going between the shelves when he made sure to bump into her from the other side.



"Hi Bhavana lot of things you purchased, that basket looks heavy."

"Ya few things for the house," she replied coyly and tried to get past. He walked with her.

"How you spend your day alone with that old lady," he laughed, "I can't stand her for few minutes even."

I also cannot tolerate her; she thought but did not say anything. His trying to make conversation with her was making her nervous. Because of the morning hours the store was almost empty.

Suddenly something went into her eyes.

"Ahhh," she closed her eyes and tried to rub it out.

"What happened," Vasim enquired.

"Something dropped into my eyes, I can't open it."

"Let me see," he took the basket from her hand and placed it on the floor.

"Let me check, try to open your eyes," he asked.



"Ahhhh it's in the left eye, I can't open it," she forcefully opened her right eye and saw Vasim towering over her. She got alarmed she didn't want to be with this man.

He grasped her chin and lifted her face up.

"Try to open your eye," he asked, "I will help you clean it."

"No.. no.. I am fine," she said with one eye closed, "I will go home and wash it."

"How can you walk home with one eye closed, let me clear it," he offered help.

She was conscious and just wants to get away from him but he guided her into a corner and moved behind her. She didn't want him to touch her but he was now pulling her head onto his chest.

She became stiff, "It's ok I will manage," she wanted to run away, but he had his opportunity after a long wait, how can he let her go.

[img]http://www.behindwoods.com/features/Gallery/tamil-movies/movies-1/koodal-nagar/Koodal-Nagar-06.jpg[/im]<br /><br />He looked around and found no one in sight. "Better," he sighed and pulled her head onto his chest.<br /><br />"Relax Bhavana," he commanded, "or else how can I clear it."<br /><br />Suddenly Bhavana became very nervous and aware of his body touching her from behind. Her head was now resting on his chest. He grabbed her chin and kept her head steady and with his fingers he force open the eyelids of her left eye. She felt him very close as he blows into her eye.<br /><br />"Now you feel better?" he spoke softly looking down at her.<br /><br />She suddenly felt the pain gone, whatever was in her eye must be blown out but it was still hurting a bit.<br /><br />"Ya its better," she replied.<br /><br />"Good just keep your eyes closed for few minutes and it will be OK," he said. One hand kept her head pinned on his chest while the other hand went around her waist and pulled her to him.<br /><br />"Ok, now it's fine... I should be going," she got startled and nervously struggled in his grip.<br /><br />"You cannot even open your eyes, just give it a minute," he said while pressing against her.<br /><br />She felt her heartbeat increased, she tried to force open her eyes.<br /><br />"Ahhh," she felt pain<br /><br />"Look I told you, just relax a bit, let me blow again."<br /><br />She felt his face very close.<br /><br />"No.... no.... please let me go.... I am OK," she spoke in despair.<br /><br />"Just relax."<br /><br />She felt his breath on her checks.<br /><br />"Let me go," she struggled. "We are in a store and what if anybody sees us like this."<br /><br />"Don't worry no one is around and we are at the back of store" he spoke in a horny voice.<br /><br />She sensed it when his checks rubbed against her checks.<br /><br />"Aho," her voice was muffled as he placed his mouth on hers. She was stunned for a moment. He bunched her hairs and grabbed them turning her face to him. He sucked her lips forcing his tongue inside her mouth. She started to tremble, not with fear but with strange sensation. She had dreamed about situation like this when she was forcefully grabbed by stranger. Whenever Vasim leered at her she had secretly imagined a situation where Vasim has forced himself upon her. Never had she thought it could happen in real. She felt numb as if all her strength is gone.<br /><br /><br /><br />Vasim took full advantage of the opportunity and quickly grabbed her boobs. "Ahhh," she moaned in his mouth as he pinched her nipples over her dress. She grabbed his hand but he continued to molest her, forcing his tongue inside her mouth and squeezing her boobs.<br /><br /><br /><br />Her body was on fire and the heart was beating so fast that she feared her chest will burst.<br /><br />"Bhavana, let's move to the store room behind, no one will disturb us there," she felt his growing hardness pressed against her ass.<br /><br />He pulled her to the store room. She found herself in a small dark room full of various items of shop. Large bags of grains were also stored in the room and she found herself pressed against the pile of bags.<br /><br />Vasim pinned Bhavana's both hands above her head and leaned her on the bags.<br /><br />"No!" she panted, "let me go," she was unable to move under his grip.<br /><br />"Shhh, Bhavana don't worry nobody can see us here...... relax..." he kissed her lips softly. Her heart started to race fast. He paid his attention to the high rising mountains on her chest and quickly bunched her Kurta over her chest. He grabbed the bra and pushed it over her boobs. Vasim saw her naked breasts standing tall challenging him.<br /><br /><br /><br />Bhavana grunted loud as Vasim placed his mouth over one of the tities.<br /><br />He sucked on the soft flesh and flicked his tongue over the erect nipple, and then taking it between his teeth he sensually bit it.<br />[/img]