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He said, ' You have such lovely breasts. They look so enticing. So large, round and fleshy. Really beautiful. My cock has stood erect just by looking at them '




I did not reply. He then got up and removed his kurta. I glanced up. Though he was 71 years old, just like Swathi and Varsha had told me, he was extremely strong. He was very tall. Almost 6 feet & 4 inches. His chest was huge like a barrel. It was dark and very hairy -- with grey hair. His shoulders were rippling with muscles. He looked like a mountain -- standing beside me! That was because, compared to him, I was very short.

As he was wearing a thin cotton dhoti, I could clearly see that he was wearing a black coloured langoti , inside his dhoti. I was shocked to see his langoti stretched out completely, as if it was covering with difficulty, a large cricket bat! I could make out that he had a huge erection. I got completely frightened looking at the size of his erection. My father-in-law came behind me and hugged me. His huge erection was poking in between my buttocks, through my petticoat and saree. He caught my breasts from behind and started lightly fondling them, while pressing his erection into my buttocks.



He kissed and nibbled at the back of my neck, saying, ' Your young breasts are really heavy with milk, Amala Paul. Have you have safely stored all your delicious milk, for me? I hope that you did not feed some of the milk, to your baby? '

I replied shyly, ' No -- Baabuji. My baby was fed cow's milk, as you had instructed '

Fondling my breasts, he said, ' Good Bahu. I like you. You are a good daughter-in-law. You must do your duty to your father-in-law - by feeding your milk to me '

He then asked me, ' Bahu, after my son died, from how many men did you get fucked? '

I was shocked at his question. I replied, ' No -- Baabuji. I would never do such sinful things. My husband and I loved each other. Though your son is no more, I am still in love with him. I would never even think of letting another man touch me '

Caressing my hips, he asked me, ' Really? Does that mean that my son is the only man, who has fucked you in your life? '

I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji '

Pressing his erection further into me, he asked, ' What was the size of his erect cock? '

I said, ' I do not know Baabuji '

He said, ' Tell me the length and thickness, approximately -- Bahu '

I replied, ' Maybe around 5 inches in length and maybe around 1 inch in thickness '

Nibbling upon my earlobes, he asked, ' Did you enjoy, when my son fucked you? I mean, did you get your orgasms whenever he fucked you? '

I shyly replied, ' Sometimes Baabuji '



Pressing my buttocks over my saree, he asked, ' When was the last time he fucked you, Bahu? '

I replied, ' It was the night before his accident '

He came up to my front -- all the while staring at my body, pulled me close and kissed me -- pushing his tongue, deep into my mouth, while his hands were kneading my breasts over my blouse. Then, with his right hand, he started lifting my saree and petticoat, gradually exposing my thighs. His hands started roaming all over my thighs, right up to my panty. I was feeling so ashamed. He knelt in front of me and began licking and kissing my thighs. As his lust grew, he began biting my thighs. Gradually the intensity of his bites increased and they became painful. But I stood there silently, enduring his painful bites and his rough hands on my thighs, as I did not wish to put his mood off and make him angry. He then removed my saree and flung it on the sofa, leaving me, in my red blouse and white petticoat.



He said, ' Bahu, I am going not going to remove your petticoat. Though you are the mother of two children, yet, because your cunt is only used to the small cock of my son, it is possible that your cunt may bleed, when I tear it open to accommodate my massive cock. I wish to have the pleasure of seeing that blood on your petticoat! '

I was feeling so frightened. I kept silent. My father-in-law removed his dhoti. His black langoti was stretched to the limit, by his un-believably gigantic penis, which was raging erect with lust now. I was feeling so shy and ashamed to see my father-in-law, standing in his langoti, in front of me. My father-in-law then un-buttoned my blouse and removed it. I was now left only with my bra and petticoat! He again caressed my breasts over my bra, for a while. Then he lifted my petticoat from one side slightly, exposing a part of my left thigh and tucked it on my hips. He then made me sit on the bed and lay down on my lap. He pushed my bra up, to pull out my breast from under it. Due to all his touching and fondling, my nipples had got erect. I have very large and round black nipples -- which seem to have excited him! He immediately un-hooked my bra and flung it away.

Squeezing my nipples, he said, ' Bahu, you have dazzling breasts with such stunning nipples! I have never seen such out-standing nipples in my life - ever! '



He took one of my nipples in my mouth and happily began sucking my milk, while caressing my exposed thigh. He continued chewing upon my nipples, while sucking out the milk. He was swallowing the milk greedily, like some hungry baby! After emptying my left breast, he now caught my right nipple and started drinking my milk. I waited patiently, until he drank all the milk in both my breasts and made them empty! He then looked at me happily and smiled at me.

He said, ' Wow! Bahu, that was so delicious. Now that you are staying here, I shall come frequently to you, to drink this tasty milk of yours, whenever I am in the mood '

He then got up and stood in front of me. I was looking down shyly. He came close to me, bringing his huge organ in his langoti, near me.

He said, ' Bahu, what do you think of my cock? Is it nice? Is it not massive, as compared to my son? '

I was feeling so shy, that I did not respond. I kept looking down silently. He lifted my face to see his huge organ in the langoti.

He said, ' Bahu. Don't feel shy. Touch it. Feel it. Play with it. After all, it is going to tear open your little cunt in a short while now! Come on -- touch it! '

I still did not move or talk. He caught my hand and placed it on his mammoth organ. I was taken aback, at my first contact with his enormous organ. But, to keep him happy, I started daintily touching it, over his langoti.



He said, ' Bahu, don't be frightened. Remove my langoti and play with it. Don't worry, in a few days, like all the other women of this village, you too will love it '

Though I was feeling miserable at having to touch my own father-in-law's penis, as he was insistent, I bashfully untied his langoti. As his langoti became loose, his mammoth organ shot out towards me. I was bewildered to see such a gargantuan monster! His organ was simply un-believable. His pubic area was covered with thick, grey & curly hair. It was even more in size, than what the women had told me. It was about eleven inches in length and about three and a half inches in thickness. Several veins protruded from the sides running the full length of his cock from the base to the head. I could clearly see the veins on his penis, stretched taut, with lust.

The head of my father-in-law's penis was swollen. It was red and bulbous. Like the size of a large tomato! It was emitting a pungent, yet, sensuous smell. His testicles were huge. They were the size of tennis balls. His organ was wildly throbbing. It looked supremely powerful, as it majestically stood completely erect. I was horrified with fear, at the thought of how I would be able to accommodate such a bulky organ, in my comparatively tiny vagina! In my disbelief, I continued staring at it. Within a few moments, to my own surprise, I could feel wetness in my vagina! Though frightened, there was an involuntary feeling in me, of wanting to grasp and cuddle such a magnificent organ!

He said, " Bahu, I want you to suck my cock, right down your throat "

With a sigh of defeat, I watched as his hands snaked through my hair and pulled me close, positioning my head just where he wanted me. I nervously extended both my hands and clasped his penis. Slowly I pulled his foreskin down to fully expose his bulbous head. I stared at it for some time, in wonder. My hands went downwards to clutch his huge testicles. My father-in-law was gurgling with pleasure. I stroked his erect penis with my right hand, while softly grabbing and pumping his enormous testicles with my left palm. This continued for quite some time, while my father-in-law was relishing the pleasure that my hands were giving to his penis. His passion was rising. As I was massaging his organ with my hands, he caught my breasts and squeezed them roughly, tweaking my nipples very hard -- making me excited too. My vagina started watering all the more. I was sick with shame, that my own father-in-law's penis was exciting me and producing in me - sinful thoughts!



My father-in-law withdrew his penis from my mouth and said, ' Enough Bahu. I don't want to spill my semen in your mouth. I want to ejaculate them, deep into your widowed cunt. I am going to plant all my sperms in your widowed womb, tonight! '

I panicked. I said, ' Baabuji -- I am a widow. You can ravage me and take your pleasure from my body, as much as you like. But please wear a condom, when you are marauding my body. If I get pregnant, what will the village people say? Please wear a condom '

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He pushed me roughly. I fell over my back, on the bed. He laughed, ' Little girl, you are asking me to wear a condom? Don't make me laugh. I want my cock to feel your tight cunt, when it is tearing and opening it up. I want my cock to relish the blood of your tiny cunt, when it is being torn. I certainly would not wear a condom '


My father-in-law turned me over again. He lifted my hands up and looked at my armpits. Being a widow, ever since my husband's death, I had stopped shaving my arm-pits. They were full of hair. My hairy armpits seemed to excite him. Mumbling with pleasure he fell upon me and began playing with the hair on my armpits. He then licked both my armpits for a long time. After doing that, he got up and sat again on the bed beside me. He pulled up my petticoat right up to my hips. He started touching my vagina over my panty. He put his face close to it and began smelling it!



My father-in-law caught my legs and roughly pulled me, to lie on the centre of the bed. His colossal penis kept throbbing wildly with lust. He then began to feel my legs with his hands, going from my feet, gradually right upto my thighs. My thighs seemed to excite him a lot. He then bent down and started licking my thighs. I was feeling all kinds of sensations, as he licked my thighs and I could feel my vagina getting further moist. He then began nibbling at my thighs and as his lust grew, he began biting them hard. His bites were becoming painful. He then roughly turned me over. He began to fondle and pump my buttocks with his hands over my panty. He again bit my buttocks and thighs very roughly. I was in pain due to all his bites.

He said, ' Bahu, you have lovely thighs and ample fleshy buttocks, for a short woman. I am really enjoying playing and biting them '

He asked me, ' Amala Paul, do you shave your cunt? '

I said, ' No Baabuji '

He asked, ' So, does your cunt have as much thick hair, as you have in your armpits, or is it much more? '

I replied shyly, ' I don't know - Baabuji '

He beamed with pleasure and began removing my panty. He removed it completely and flung it away. He spread my thighs apart and began staring at my hairy vagina for a long time. My vagina had an unusually thick growth of silky, black and curly hair. I was feeling so humiliated and ashamed, at having to expose my vagina, to my own father-in-law - for his personal pleasure. But, I quietly bore my shame and humiliation.



He said, ' Bahu, wow! What a thick growth of curly hair, you have on your cunt! What a beautiful, fleshy & pouting cunt you have! Wow! Now that your cunt has become my personal property, I am going to enjoy playing with it every night! '

So saying, he began playing with my curly pubic hair. He put his face next to my vagina and started sniffing. He thrust one finger gradually into my vagina and began slowly thrusting it, in an out. I was getting excited at the feeling and my vagina started watering. My father-in-law now started licking all over my vagina. Gradually, he thrust his tongue into it. The feeling was simply heavenly. I was getting very excited now. With his finger still in my vagina, he suddenly poked another finger into my anus. I was shocked. Involuntarily, my anus closed itself and he was unable to insert his finger into my anus.



He crudely said, ' Bahu, do not be afraid. Just relax. I wish to feel your tight little arse-hole. Relax and loosen it, so that my finger can go inside '

I tried to relax my body, so that my anus would become normal and he could do what he wanted. Gradually my anus relaxed and he thrust his finger little by little into it, until his full finger disappeared into me. My father-in-law now started massaging my anus and vagina simultaneously and thrusting his fingers in and out of them. His action was so crude and so vulgar, that I was almost sick with shame. But, at the same time, I was getting more excited. He kept moving both his fingers in and out of my vagina and anus for a long time, all the while licking and sniffing my vagina. After some time, he removed his fingers and sniffed at them.

My father-in-law, spread my thighs wide and once again began staring at my vagina. He put his mouth to my vagina and thrust his tongue into me. Nuzzling his nose in between my vaginal lips, he started licking softly at my clitoris, making me jump sharply, every time he hit it - dead on. His eyes were on me, piercing me with the knowledge that he would taste every crevice and sample every pleasure from my body. He writhed his tongue all around my vagina, working it against me and then inside. He shoved his tongue as far into me, as he could, making appreciative little moaning sounds. His rolled his tongue all over inside my vagina, while flicking it over my clitoris time and again.

He happily said, " Bahu, your cunt tastes so good. It is watering like a fountain "
I was shy with shame -- listening to him. While thrusting his tongue in and out of my vagina, he thrust one finger into my anus once again and started moving that too, in and out of my body. Despite my revulsion, I was getting very excited and my vagina got very wet. I began moaning slowly. Seeing that his tongue in my vagina was getting me excited, he flicked his tongue over my clitoris all the more. After some time, my father-in-law abruptly removed his finger from my anus and got up.

He said, ' Enough Bahu. Now raise your legs, until your knees touch your breasts and spread your thighs wide apart. You need to position your cunt properly to receive my cock. The cock of your own father-in-law! '



I raised my legs until my knees were touching my breasts and spread my thighs wide apart. My body was almost curled up and my vagina was facing his penis upwards -- ready for him to pillage my vagina. He once again inserted one finger into my vagina and began massaging me. He was getting me moist enough to be able to penetrate my vagina a bit more easier. Pulling, pushing and spreading my little lips. Getting me ready for the assault about to take place.

I meekly told him, ' Baabuji, I really wish to give you pleasure. But, your organ is so mammoth and powerful. It is going to kill me with pain, when it is tearing open my little vagina. Can you help me a little, by applying oil on your penis and into my vagina, so that my pain would be slightly reduced? The bottle of oil is right next to the bed '

He said, ' No Bahu. I want to enjoy the pleasure of my cock, rubbing against your raw cunt, when it is being opened up roughly. So -- no oil '

I was now shivering with fear, at the thought that my little vagina was going to get torn by his gargantuan penis. He knelt in front of me, between my thighs. I looked up at him and couldn't help but see, his one most dominating feature. His rock-hard colossal penis. It stood out so long and so thick. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my energy on relaxing my body to receive the monstrous appendage. He toyed with my vagina for a few minutes, jabbing the thick head of his organ against it and slid it up and down, rubbing it in, between the slits of my vagina. He then took his enormous organ in his hand and started lightly beating it on my vagina, around my clitoris. My father-in-law now positioned his penis to finally penetrate my tiny vagina.

He began inserting the huge bulbous head of his penis into my vagina. Anxiously I spread by thighs further to be able to accommodate him easier. I braced myself for the pain. He pushed forward a little and the purple head slowly parted my pink vaginal lips. My little pink lips were really being stretched. I gave a shrill scream and tossed my head about, flinging my black silken hair across. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as the bulbous head slowly drilled into me.



My mouth opened in surprise and I gasped,  Oh God! 

He pushed a little more. My vaginal lips made a strange sucking sound as they closed around the crown of his organ head. He now tried to push further into me. Push as he might, he was not able to proceed further! That was because my vagina was simply too small for his gigantic size. I could see his fat organ head, embedded in the mere entrance of my vagina. The head of his penis was about two and a half inches long and it felt as if he had completely filled me up already! I could see that he still had nine inches of organ to thrust into my little vagina! I stared at my father-in-law with unbelievable shock and fear. We both knew that he would not let me go, without thrusting his full organ into me. I did not even know where I could accommodate such a huge monster.

My father-in-law pulled his organ out. He toyed with my wet folds and then slipped his organ head in, again. I groaned, as it slipped into me, this time considerably easier than the first time. He began to thrust into the entrance to my vagina, with the mere head of his organ, sliding it in and out with slow, gentle jabs. I was loosening up slowly now. With every push, he was able to worm his organ into my vagina, a little further. He suddenly grabbed me by my knees, pushed my thighs further apart, prodded and jabbed his organ deeper into me. Three inches. Four inches. Loud squishy sounds erupted from my vagina, as he slowly drilled into me with a short, cork-crewing motion. Five inches. My eyes rolled about in their sockets and I panted and groaned. Six inches. My hair flounced about my head, as I flung my head about - like a mad woman.



I just lay there, softly sobbing and crying out, " oh god " every few seconds. My father-in-law managed to slowly drill at least seven inches of his organ into my vagina. Three quarters of his organ was inside me now. I moaned, as the bulbous head was stretching the walls of my vagina, wider and wider, with every thrust. With a huge forward thrust, his penis reached the bottom wall of my vagina. He had thrust in eight inches into me and his organ head slammed up against the back of my vagina, right up against my cervix. I stared at him, with my mouth agape.

I was in pain now. I pleaded with him, " Hey ! Enough. Please stop Baabuji. No more. You have reached the end of my vagina. Please stop further thrusting more of your organ into me. Please ...... Please Baabuji ...... Please stop. It is paining me horribly "



He simply smiled his evil smile and said, " Shhhhhh ...... Bahu. There is still three inches of my organ outside your cunt, which I intend to put into you and your lovely cunt has to accommodate. Just bear the pain "

Watching my small body shake and quiver, as his organ pounded into me, was driving my father-in-law mad with lust. I stared at him with wide eyes, as he thrust into me again. My father-in-law grabbed my waist, spread my thighs even wider with his shoulder blades and started slowly to slide those eight inches of hard penis, in and out of my vagina.

I gasped. I arched my back and started to pant and moan. I rolled my eyes and squeaked every time the head of my father-in-law's huge organ thudded against my delicate cervix. He again pulled out, until only the head remained lodged inside my vagina. He laid himself on top of me, roughly grabbed my breasts in his hands and began to suck and nibble upon them. I moaned as he teasingly pulled at my swollen nipples.



He said, " Bahu ...... You like my big cock inside your cunt, don't you? You want me to slide it in again? "

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The head of my father-in-law's penis was still half embedded inside me. With a powerful jerk, he thrust his hips forward. I shrieked, as my father-in-law slammed his penis into me, with one solid thrust. He began to slide those eight inches of his organ in and out of me, with slow, even strokes. I began to pant and moan. He avoided thudding against my cervix and contented himself with a good, solid intercourse instead. We continued like this for another ten minutes, both of us panting and moaning. My tight vagina was driving him wild and soon his penis became engorged with blood. I got a feeling that maybe he was ready to ejaculate his sperms, into my vagina!



I pleaded with him, " No Baabuji. Please do not put your seed into me. I will become pregnant. I am the widow of your son. What will people say? Please pull out of me. I shall make you ejaculate with my hands "

But my pleading was in vain. It was obvious that he wanted to plant his seed deep inside me. He stared at me. There was mad lust in his eyes. There were still three more inches of his organ that my vagina had not yet accommodated. I could see that he was now determined to push his whole organ into me. He again pushed and prodded, jabbing deeper into me. He started to really spread my vagina open. I wailed as he thrust forward. My father-in-law grabbed my slim shoulders, in his strong hands again and pulled me against himself.



I groaned as the head of my father-in-law's massive penis, thudded against my cervix. He pushed deeply into me. Slow and gentle jabs, each forward thrust spreading my narrow cervical sphincter wider and wider. I was in tremendous pain. I howled and bucked my hips. I spread my legs as wide as possible to allow him to thrust deeper into me. My father-in-law stopped jabbing and just simply pushed forward. I groaned as his penis started to spread my insides wide.

The back of my vagina was soft, but extremely narrow. His penis head pushing against that rubbery barricade was causing me horrific pain. But his thick and swollen bulbous organ head kept drilling into the deepest part my vagina, with unrelenting forward pressure. Sweat was just pouring off me. My father-in-law pushed harder. I was crying & sobbing with acute pain now. But not caring about my pain he kept pushing his rock hard penis into me. In the midst of my terrible pain, I could hear my bones creak in protest, as my father-in-law's penis spread the muscles of my cervical ring wider and wider apart. The tapered tip of his huge organ head was now actually piercing through my narrowest of openings, spreading my cervical ring far apart, widening it for the massive length behind it.



I again pleaded, " Baabuji it is paining me too much. You are tearing me apart. Please remove your organ. I shall die with pain now "

Instead of listening to my pleading, my father-in-law thrust his organ head into me more forcefully! I gritted my teeth and stared at him with shock, as I felt my cervix surrender to his organ. I exclaimed with shock " Aaaah " as my father-in-law's bulbous organ head pushed through me. There was a sudden, slight rendering sound, as my cervical sphincter was forced apart and then his organ head was through it! I gave a shrill cry as the fat head pushed past my cervix, inching its way deep into my womb. My father-in-law leaned forward even more and continued pushing the rest of his eleven-inch penis into me, until his testicles slammed up against my moist vaginal lips and the head of his penis connected with the back of my womb. Now my father-in-law was in - all the way! He had realised his dream!



I stared at my father-in-law with awe! Despite my terrible pain, I was amazed at his manliness. Amazed at what he had done to me now. I simply was awe-struck that he had managed to thrust his entire organ through my vagina and further through my cervix, so deep - right into my womb. Despite the fact of what he was doing to me, was by force, yet as a woman, I was thrilled at being able accommodate my father-in-law's massively monstrous penis, so deep in my womb. I was getting excited that I was able to give pleasure with my body - to such a virile man. As a matter of fact, Exquisitely pleasurable sensations were developing deep in me, where his penis was embedded into my womb. Among such sensuous feelings, I gradually decided to forget the fact that this was my father-in-law, who was in me.

I stared with a new found passion at my father-in-law. My eyes were now as big as saucers, as I felt the swollen & throbbing head of his enormous organ, tickle the most sensitive lining of the back of my womb. Now my pain was slowly subsiding. I was gradually getting short, little bouts of pleasure. As seconds flew by, I was enveloped by a long-lasting wave of delirious ecstasy. I emitted continuous short grunts and arched my head back. My father-in-law withdrew his penis from my vagina very slowly. The secretions from my vagina and his own pre-cum dripped off the tip of his penis. I stared at it. My own lust grew. My breasts were thrust up like cones. My nipples became erect.



My father-in-law said, " Bahu -- now that I have managed to open up your tight little cunt, I am going to drown you in my fertile sperms and put in a dozen babies straight onto your eggs in your womb now. Are you ready to receive my fertile seeds? "

I shyly said, " Yes Baabuji. I am ready. Ejaculate your manly seeds onto my eggs and make me pregnant tonight. I shall be proud to have your baby "

He again spread my thighs. I held onto him. I gave a little squeal of protest when the swollen and bulbous head of my father-in-law's penis tickled my vaginal lips. He held onto me firmly, sliding me down further, inch by inch. His hands clasped around my waist. I grunted and groaned, as it slowly drilled into my moist vagina. I had been superbly wetted and it slipped in rather easily. My father-in-law gave my body another thrust downwards. My breasts bounced in front of his face. Half of his penis was inside me now. He let go of my waist and cupped my tender breasts in his hands instead and used them as a hand-hold to guide me down. He began to roughly squeeze and knead my breasts and I gave a sigh, as his thumbs rolled over my nipples. The seventh inch of his penis disappeared inside me. About four inches of solid penis was still poised outside my vagina. Although I could not see, I could feel how wide my vagina was being stretched around the massive girth of my father-in-law's penis.



Eight inches slipped into me. I threw back my head and groaned. Nine inches. I squirmed a bit, rocked my hips and squeaked, as the head of my father-in-law's penis slowly wormed its way past my tight cervical ring. It started paining again.

I began groaning, " Baabuji ....... slowly ....... your organ is hurting my cervix now ....... It is paining me again "

He just kept forcing me down. Though I was in pain, he held on to me and thrust his organ much more forcefully. I emitted a loud squeal, as more of his penis pushed through my cervix into my womb. He kept his penis in my cervical ring static for a moment. He seemed to be gathering his breath. Suddenly, with a powerfully violent thrust, he tore through my cervical ring and embedded his colossal rock hard penis deep into my womb, almost directly over my eggs. And then he was gain in to the hilt in me. The shock of his violent thrust made me momentarily almost die with pain.

I screamed, " Aaaaah ....... Aaaaah ....... Baabujeeee ...... I am dying with pain ....... you are killing me "

My father-in-law replied, " Its OK ....... bahu ....... Your tight cunt has swallowed my whole penis into it now. My cock is completely in through your cunt into your womb and directly over your eggs. So relax. I shall keep it still so that you can get used to the size. Only when your pain eases, I will fuck you "

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So saying he again kept his organ completely still, deep in me. Both of us were breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Our bodies were joined. Crotch to crotch. Pubic hair to pubic hair. My father-in-law and I, were one now. We lay still. My pain was easing off. Gradually, my excitement returned and I started feeling pleasurable sensations again. I slowly thrust my hips up a bit further onto my father-in-law's penis -- trying to accommodate him better.

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He asked me, " Amala Paul beti ....... Are you OK now? Has your pain reduced? "


I replied, " Jee Baabuji. I am feeling much better now "



He asked me, " Can I now fuck your womb to my heart's content, beti? I want to fuck you roughly and violently "

I shyly replied, " Jee Baabuji ....... Take your pleasure from me to your heart's content in whatever way you wish. I am ready to give you all the pleasure that you want "

My father-in-law now began thrusting his penis deep in and out of my womb. It was rubbing against my sensitive nerve endings there -- which I never even knew existed! With the pleasure that I began getting, I emitted a deep resonating gurgle and drew my nails down his back. He again plunged his organ with force. I gave a little cry and braced my hands on his shoulders. I began to meet his thrusts into me, with my own thrusts upwards onto his organ. Slowly and carefully. My eyes closed and my hands digging into his shoulders. Up and down he rode. sliding half of his rigid penis in and out of my womb. I grunted as the bulbous head of his penis repeatedly thudded through my womb.



My father-in-law cupped my breasts in the palm of his hands, bent his head a little, popped the left one into his mouth and began to suck and pull on my nipple, slurping his tongue over my nipples or teasingly pulling at them with his teeth, while I thrust myself slowly up and down onto his penis. He began to thrust faster and faster with total frenzy. I squealed and wailed as his organ thudded in and out of me. He grabbed me real tightly then. His fingers dug into my waist. He rammed into my womb all the way violently. My father-in-law began to propel his organ into my womb like a mad man, lifting and lowering my small body, continuously jack-hammering through my tight cervical sphincter. I was in ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building up. He noted that I was getting into my peak and began to drive his penis all the more violently into my womb in and out. My excitement was climbing rapidly. Sweat was pouring out from both of us. Both of us were gasping. He went on shoving his massive organ in and out of my womb -- almost brutally. My climax was building up faster and I could not control myself any longer. Finally my orgasm burst out of my womb

I screamed, " Aaaaaah ....... Baabuji ....... I ....... I ....... Aaaaaah ....... I am cumming ....... Aaaaah ....... "



I let myself go completely. He went on viciously thrusting into me, when I was having my orgasm making it more intense for me. My juices and secretions were bubbling and pouring out of my vagina. I was completely out of breath. I threw my arms around his neck, groaned deeply, then thrust my lips on his, with such fierceness that he was momentarily shocked. He let me kiss him for a few moments, holding me against him and allowed my orgasm to subside. My whole body was quivering and shaking.

My father-in-law relaxed for a few minutes and stroked my hair. Without a word he slowly lifted himself way up so that just his organ head was lodged inside me and slammed into me again. Ramming the entire eleven-inch organ into my womb to the hilt. All the way up and all the way down again. I shrieked as he pumped his penis viciously up and down. He was lifting himself one foot off me, so that he hovered in the air, only to slam into my womb all the way, so that our bodies collided with a crunch. With every thrust his organ head slammed through my tight vagina, thudded through my cervix and slid deep into my womb - actually connecting with the very back of it. It looked like his violent propelling into my womb, was re-arranging my insides. Almost like pushing my stomach and intestines aside, with his gargantuan penis!



He was sweating and gasping. He was propelling his penis into me like a machine. His speed was increasing. I could guess that he was about to ejaculate his virile seeds directly onto my eggs. He had been practicing considerable restraint in the last hour or so. I knew that he could not hold back much longer. Although he had loosened me up, my vagina was still extremely tight and all that pushing, shoving and plunging of his penis was creating enormous friction between my vagina and his penis, which was driving him insane.

As his organ was being thrust completely in and out of me and that too violently, he was probably feeling two sensations on his penis. One - the sensation & pleasure from my vagina. The other - the sensation & pleasure from penetrating my cervix with every stroke. It must have felt to him, as if he was having the pleasure of two vaginas! He was thrusting into me sadistically now. I wailed and clawed, as his groin slammed against my vagina with every thrust. My breasts were being flung about too - considering how firm and stiff they actually were. After a few more violent thrusts, I could feel the head of his penis swell, all the more. I moaned deeply and groaned, as it spread me even wider apart. He shut his eyes gasping. He grabbed my waist and heaved into me, with ferocious thrusts. And then the moment came .......
My father-in-law's mammoth organ began bucking with incredible force, with an animal-like roar from his throat. My womb was whipped violently around by the first bursts of his manly seeds. I felt the red-hot pellets, fired directly onto my eggs, deep in my womb. A torrent of his hot semen fired against the sensitive linings of my womb, each continuous sperm blast, orchestrating an orgasmic shout from him! I could feel spurt after spurt of his sperms hitting the back wall of my womb. He must have fired-off half a litre sperm inside my womb, each sporadic ejaculation bouncing off my womb, like cannon balls. My father-in-law and I held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what we were feeling. After emptying himself into my womb, he collapsed on top of me.



After lying on me for 10 minutes, he pushed himself up and tried to withdraw his organ from me. Amazingly his organ would not come out! Both of us realised that though he had ejaculated, it probably had not become completely soft and was still semi-hard. His bulbous organ head was not coming out of my small cervical ring, deep within my vagina.

My father-in-law said, " Beti ....... My cock seems to be still hard and hence still stuck within your cervical ring. I would need to rest more, so that it becomes completely soft and then I could remove it "

I said, " Jee Baabuji ....... You just sleep on me and rest. When you are ready, we shall try and remove it from my cervix "

I lovingly hugged him and allowed him to rest upon me. He lay upon me. I kept softly rubbing his back and his hair with affections for this amazing man.

After a long time he said, " Bahu ....... I think my cock is soft now. Lift your thighs apart, let me try and withdraw it from your cervix and cunt "

I separated my thighs wide apart. He pulled his penis and the head plopped out of my cervix. He slowly withdrew his penis from my vagina, drawing out both our juices & secretions, that dripped onto the floor beneath us. We lay in each other's arms for awhile, both of us trying to regain our composure. He took me that night two more times, until he fell asleep on me.



Since that night 1 years ago, I have become my father-in-law's main mistress. Our whole village knows about it. Though he still forcibly makes the young wives of his labourers to submit to his sexual perversions, he still comes to me every night. Some of the women that he takes, are certainly much more younger and much more beautiful than me. 



But still -- at nights, he wants my body. I realised that it maybe, because I am his daughter-in-law and perhaps the fact that he is enjoying his own son's widow, must be exciting him all the more.

Now I have become almost like a sex-toy for him. When he is drunk, he does anything he likes to me. He bangs me anally, has intercourse with me in any place he likes -- for example -- the living room, the balcony, the kitchen, even in the garden & his farms. Many times, he has taken me, right in front of the house servants and shamefully. He has even forced me to give my body to him, in front of a few of his friends. Thankfully, he has not allowed them to touch me -- at least up to now. But who knows? Maybe someday, he may even give me to them, to take their pleasure. I am unable to stop him, in any way.



I have to bear his perversions & lust. As he never uses a condom, he will certainly make me pregnant again. My life goes on. Only that -- as he is so huge, my body responds to him well and as a woman I am extremely satisfied. But, as a mother to my children, I do not know what our future holds for us .......

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Priyamani leans against the backyard wall of her parents house. She's eavesdropping on a conversation between a group of college boys on the other side of the fence. Priyamanis parents house is right next door to a community public park and the only thing separating her from having access to the park is a low fence. Priyamani listens to the boys talking about exams, and about their teachers, and she realizes they're college students. Priyamani is able to distinguish five different voices, and she instinctively begins to tingle with excitement. The boys have sexy, husky voices, and Priyamani closes her eyes for a moment, forming a description of them in her minds eye.




Priyamani begins to quiver with anticipation as she imagines all five of them fucking her against the park fence. Good God! The thought alone makes Priyamani horny. Priyamani makes up her mind through reasoning with herself that these boys would be delighted with her proposal, especially after seeing her, because Priyamani knows she's extremely attractive and has the body and face that's good enough for professional photography. Priyamani also hopes these young studs were into mature older women. Priyamani is a 35 year old, newly divorced  woman, who's extremely frustrated and needs to spice up her sex life.

Priyamani has a curvaceous pear shaped body. Her tits are firm, round and natural. She's proud of her 34B cup sized boobs. Her ass is round and firm to the touch. She has olive skin, sparkling hazel  eyes, and ebony black hair that cascades in glossy waves down her back. It's naturally thick and glossy. Priyamani always hides her curves by wearing traditional cloths. What people don't know, is that Priyamani wears lace thongs and push up bra's underneath her cloaks. It's the rebel in her, and she loves this secret, which is only known to her. Everyone around her has no idea...Priyamani loves this naughty, kinky side, but keeps it cleverly hidden, and only exposes it to those who will appreciate it.



Priyamani was married for the last 7 years to a man who had no clue how to please a woman in the bedroom. She and her husband had stopped having sex in the last two years of their marriage. Priyamani loved sex, and was forced to resort to quietly watching hours of pornography on the internet, and she had to learn the art of pleasuring herself through masturbation. She had become quite innovative when it came to masturbation, but she still yearned for the feel of a real male body against hers. She had never had the guts to cheat on her husband with another man, in the conventional sense anyway. But Priyamani had ended up making a career online by becoming a professional webcam model. She earned extra cash masturbating online for men. 



The men who watched her always made her feel like a goddess. She'd accumulated a decent fan base and was considered a professional model in the webcam business. Men paid ridiculous amounts of money  to watch her strip and pleasure herself in all kinds of ways. Her husband had never found out, and he'd never bothered to ask her where all her extra cash came from.

Finally, the financial problems, coupled with the obvious lack of intimacy, and them not yet having children, had been the end to their married life. Priyamani mustered up the courage to ask for a divorce, and her husband had readily obliged, not giving it another thought.

Then she return to her parents home, and wait until a new suitable candidate can be found. Priyamani never really cared for the religious doctrines, and she only agreed to these religious rules for the sake of her parents. If her parents caught even a whiff of her unorthodox housewife profession, they'd probably disown her. She lied and pretended to be a professional online blogger. It sounded fancy, and since her parents were never really computer literate, they simply accepted the little white lie without batting an eyelash.



So here she was, in her parents backyard, having some alone time and enjoying the cool night breeze. Priyamani realises she's sexually frustrated as hell and this makes her loins tingle.

Priyamani is wearing black thigh high fishnet stockings, and black 6 inch stilleto heels. She's short, and stilletos make her feel taller and somehow thinner. She has no panties on, and she's not wearing a bra underneath her thin black satin cloak. Her cloak ties around her waist with a black sash and easily opens up if the sash is untied. Her hair is wrapped up into a bun on top of her head, and she's wearing  headscarf. Priyamani look sexily exotic. Priyamani's gorgeous and she knows it! She also knows that she carries her age well. At first glance, Priyamani could be mistaken for being in her mid twenties, and she loves using this to her advantage. Priyamani also has a fetish for younger men, and she's becoming more and more excited at the thought of meeting these boys in the park.



Priyamani's desire is apparent. She's so horny, her pussy is moist with want. Her nipples harden, and protrude seductively through the thin fabric . She needs to get fucked by these boys. Her mind keeps replaying a scene where she's being fucked hard by all 5 of them. She wants them to fuck her so hard, that she won't be able to walk straight. She wants her pussy to feel sore once they're done with her. The more she thinks about it, the more excited she becomes.

Priyamani has an idea. She giggles quietly to herself as she removes her headscarf, unties her bun and lets her long hair cascade down her back. She then folds the headscarf into a headband which she dons, leaving a little piece hanging loose on the side of her head. With this piece of the scarf, she covers her face like a belly dancer. The only thing that is visible is her mesmerizing green eyes, while her beautiful black hair cascades down her back.



Priyamani springs into immediate action. She doesn't want to lose her nerve. She grabs hold of the garden chair and drags it to the edge of the low fence. She stands up on the chair and slowly climbs over the fence. She lands lightly on her feet in the lush, slightly damp grass and feels momentarily disoriented. Once her eyes adjust to the dark, she looks to her left and sees them.

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Priyamani focuses on the red coal emanating from a cigarette in one of the boy's mouths. They quickly straighten up in surprise when she unexpectedly climbed over the fence and they regard her suspiciously. Priyamani counts 5 silhouettes in total, and notices with childish delight that they are all tall and well built. She also realizes they're all over 19 years of age. As she walks over, she tries to guess the ages of these boys, and they are without a doubt, boys who look they're over the ages of 19 years of age and no older than 23 years old. All 5 of them are muscular, fit and handsome. They're clean shaven, and the only hair they seem to possess, are black spiked hairdos. when they realize her, they greet her.




The chiffon scarf she wears is transparent, but it's enough to obscure her identity in the darkness. These boys would eventually find out who she was, because she blatantly climbed over the fence. They'd find out that she lived next door to the park. Right now, however, Priyamani didn't care to dwell much on these unpleasant thoughts. Thoughts of being pounded hard by these hunky boys consumed every fibre of her being.

Priyamani sits seductively on the bench right in front of her audience and crosses her legs, so they can see the thigh high fishnets she's wearing. All of them whistle, gawking at her. She silences them with a sexy smile and whispers huskily:

"I want to know only three things from you boys?"



The boys nod ferociously, never taking their eyes off her. She continues in a loud whisper:

"I need to know if any of you have had sex before? I need to know if any of you have girlfriends and if you're faithful to them? And lastly, I need to know if any of you would like to fuck me right here, right now, no strings attached?"

To emphasize the seriousness of her question, she stands up and unties the sash at her waist, allowing the cloak to fall back like a gown. She's clean shaven and can already feel how wet the inside of her upper thighs are. Priyamani is so horny, she can hardly think straight...



All 5 boys begin to talk at once, and she once again lifts her finger to her lips to silence them. She asks the boy standing closest to her for an answer. He says that he's a virgin, but he wants her to have his virginity. The rest of the boys aren't virgin's, but they don't have girlfriends and they don't object to having some scandalous fun. Priyamani giggles, and wants to know if they've ever witnessed a gang bang. All 5 boys shake their heads vehemently.

"Well..."

Says Priyamani,

"Consider this the first gang bang experience for all of us! I don't want to know your names and don't ask me what's my name. I will however, tell you that I'm 35 years old and I'm recently divorced..."



Priyamani requests that her parda stay on, but tells them to take everything else off.

The boys readily agree and guide her to the far corner of the park, where a huge tree obscures them from view. Priyamani leans against the fence. All 5 boys simultaneously unbutton their shirts, and Priyamani sucks in her breath. They're all hairless and have sinew muscles. 2 of the boys sport six packs, while the rest of them are blessed with flat, well toned stomachs. Priyamani can't believe her luck. She feels as if she's in a dream. She'd become so used to being ogled by men. But the men on the other side of the webcam were old, hairy, fat, bald and just plain ugly. These boys were young, virile, beautiful Indian boys who took care of their bodies. Priyamani couldn't wait to see their cocks. Her mouth begins to salivate just thinking about it...



Priyamani finally stops teasing them and parts her cloak, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall down to the grass. The light from the moon bathes her naked body, and she's an exotic vision in her thigh high fishnet stockings, black high heeled shoes and the thin film of chiffon obscuring her face. Her  eyes gleam with untold desire, and she already smells of sweet sex. She parts her legs slightly, and the boys can see the wetness on her inner thighs. It glistens like oil, and when she turns to face the wall, she bends forward, spreads her legs even wider, and reaches around with both hands to spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy is tight and deliciously wet. Her asshole is even tighter. It's the most beautiful sight these boys have ever witnessed. All of them begin to stroke the hardening bulges growing in their shorts. Priyamani can hear how hard they're breathing and she continues to tease them a little while longer. She takes her middle finger and starts to stroke her already soaking wet pussy. Her wetness easily coats her asshole. When it's wet enough, she slowly slips her middle finger into her asshole, cooing softly at the intruding pleasure. Priyamani works her middle finger all the way inside, and begins to fuck her tight hole, while rocking her buttocks back and forth. Fuck! It feels so good and Priyamani is so horny, she's going to cum from her ass with just a few more strokes.



 Abruptly, she stops and reminds herself that 5 cocks are waiting to pound her in both her holes. She swings around to face the boys, and notices the growing bulges in their shorts.

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"I want to be with the virgin boy first!"


Commands Priyamani as she gets down onto her knees and waits. The virgin boy steps forward and unzips his shorts, freeing his huge, long, throbbing cock. He's so horny, his tip is dripping with precum, and Priyamani coos with delight. She lifts her veil just enough to take the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucks on it. He's shaking as he looks down at her, resting both his hands on either side of her head for support.

The boy croaks sexily,

"This is my first blowjob, and I have to see your face, and what you look like with my cock in your mouth!"



With that, he rips the veil from her face and shoves his cock deep into her mouth, preventing her from objecting. Priyamani is taken by surprise, and realizes she kind of likes being controlled by this gorgeous virgin boy. It has never happened to her before, because she always taken firm control. This was something different. It was sort of kinky, and it made her even more horny. She gags on his cock, savoring the saltiness of his hot precum going down her throat. Priyamani looks up at the boy. Her  stained eyes begin to water and the kohl smudges, running down her cheeks. The virgin boy looks down at her in total awe, and begins to fuck her mouth slow and deep, each time keeping his cock down her throat a little longer until she's choking and coughing, letting her saliva generously coat his shaft, making it slide easily down her throat.

Tears are streaming down her face, and her make-up is completely smudged. The virgin boy keeps telling her how beautiful she is. Priyamani hadn't expected to be complimented in any way, but she was loving every second of it...The handsome young boy was making Priyamani choke and gag on his delicious cock, and she couldn't believe how much she enjoyed being treated like his dirty slut. Priyamani liked it so much that she had never felt hornier in her entire 35 years of existence! Priyamani feels the gorgeous hunk stiffen in her mouth, and realizes he's going to cum hard. She grabs his firm buttocks, holding him in place, and he erupts, covering his mouth with his palm to stop his groans, and fills her mouth with his hot, salty cum. Priyamani swallows every last drop eagerly, and continues to milk his cock in her mouth, sucking him until she feels his cock get limp in her mouth.



Priyamani looks up at the boy, and asks him with a sexy smile:

"So? Virgin boy? Did you enjoy your first blowjob?"

The boy bends down, lifts her off her knees and kisses her, tasting his cum, and he smiles.

"That...My sexy Vixen...Was the most amazing experience of my life!"

Priyamani then turns her attention to the remaining 4 boys and pouts. In one dark moment of absolute clarity, Priyamani becomes aware of her exposed face, but she sees how gorgeous and eager they are, and her lust completely overpowers any judgement and she acts on pure instinct. She's suddenly a bitch in heat needing to be filled with cum, to quench the raging thirst coursing through every fibre of her being. Priyamani needs to get fucked right now and she's beyond caring about anything else.



One of the boys moan softly as he strokes his cock, and Priyamanis eyes glaze over with raw, animal lust. She begins to stroke her soaking wet pussy, spreading her legs wider apart so the sexy boys can see the wetness running down the insides of her thighs. Priyamani had unexpectedly orgasmed while she had sucked the virgin boy, and she hadn't even touched herself. She's so horny right now, the first orgasm was only the beginning of an untold animal hunger raging deep within her. She needs release now, she needs to relieve the exquisite animalistic hunger emanating delicious hotness from deep within her pussy. Clit orgasms would only intensify the need for satisfaction. It wouldn't be enough. The only thing that can snuff out this fire was a deep penetrative orgasm. She needs her g-spot to be assaulted, and only then, might she be satisfied. She needs to cum hard from deep inside her hot, soaking wet pussy. Usually, that kind of satisfaction took hours of self pleasuring to accomplish, but, being here with these boys, Priyamani has a good feeling they will give her an orgasm without much effort.

One of the boys lies down on the lush green grass, his buttocks resting on his shirt. He motions for Priyamani to straddle him. She obligingly lowers herself onto his waiting cock, and gasps with sheer delight. Her pussy is so wet, his cock slips inside of her easily. His cock is so big for her tight pussy, she feels him inside her abdomen. Priyamani instinctively sucks in her breath, and slowly adjusts her hips to accommodate him better. For only a fraction of a second, her pussy lips feel as if it's tearing and she whimpers painfully. Priyamani leans her body forward and rests her hands on the boys gorgeous, glistening chest.



Fuck! He's so big, and she panics. Priyamani is motionless for a moment and the boy notices her  eyes darkening with fear.

He groans appreciatively as he cups her tits gently,

"Fuck! You're so tight, so so tight...And your pussy is so fucking hot!"

He begins to tweak her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, until they're throbbing, hardened peaks. Priyamani doesn't notice her whimpering. She starts to rock slowly back and forth on the boys hard cock. Fuck! It feels amazing. The pain has dissipated, and all she feels is pure, unadulterated pleasure. Once her pussy lips stretch out enough to accommodate the boys huge cock, the pleasure she experiences is incomprehensible. Priyamani whimpers louder and louder, until the sexy hunk covers her mouth with his hand to silence her. Priyamani can't control herself, and she bends down to kiss her lover long and deep, moving her mouth to his earlobe, her ragged breathing sending delicious waves of tingles down his neck and spine.



Priyamani asks him softly to gag her before she ends up screaming out loud. He ignores her request, but she persists, begging him, pleading with him like some naughty college girl who knows she's being bad. It makes her look so vulnerable and so compliant, the boy struggles to control himself. Her pleas are such a turn on, he feels like cumming just by watching her. It's too soon though, and he agrees to her request, only because it slows down the action for a moment.

One of the other boys has already collected Priyamanis abandoned headscarf from the grass and ties it securely around her mouth. Priyamani continues to moan, but her moans are muffled nicely by the gag and her deep guttural purrs are loud enough only to be heard by her immediate audience. One of the other boys takes his shirt, grabs Priyamanis hands and ties them securely behind her back. Lack of support forces her to lean backwards. Her hair is pulled down, making her head jerk back, and she can't move a muscle. The simple knowledge of being completely helpless, stirs untold excitement deep inside of her. Priyamani can only watch the blinking diamonds overhead as the rest of her senses focus on what's being done to her.

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Someone's mouth sucks on her one nipple, so slowly, so gently. It hardens in the boys hot mouth and the pleasure becomes too much. Priyamanis other tit is in another boys mouth, and he's also sucking on it gently. Both her nipples become so sensitive, and delicious, wet hot tongues flick over her hardening peaks. Priyamani is delirious with pleasure, squirming uncontrollably by the torture of so many hands and mouths on her body and the gorgeous cock that's buried deep inside her hot pussy. Just when Priyamani believes this is all she can handle, she feels her swollen clit being stroked, and she shudders hard. Her entire body is alive and on fire. Every part of her body crackles with electric tingles, and she's consumed by delicious ecstasy.




Fuck! It's the ultimate pleasure overload, and Priyamani wonders if too much pleasure can be disastrous, because she's never felt anything like this before. Her entire body is reacting in ways she's not equipped to handle. Tingles course through her, rushing to her head, and she loses focus. Stars blur her vision, and she succumbs to the delicious, sweet, hot, mind numbing high. It's too much, and Priyamani begins to quiver as her pussy contracts violently around the boys gorgeous cock, and she starts cumming. Her breasts heave, her breathing is harsh and ragged. Her eyes water, her damp hair clings to her cheeks, and her vision blurs. Priyamani feels pins and needles all over her body and she's totally powerless to it all. The boys continue to kiss, suck and caress her body. They take their rock hard cocks, and lightly slap her tits, leaving drops of hot precum on her taut, sensitive nipples.



Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It all feels too delicious. Priyamani is helpless, she's a slave to these gorgeous strangers. Her hair is pulled down and her head is firmly held back, while her hands are securely tied behind her back. She can't move even if she wants to. She's completely at their mercy. Priyamani has become a prisoner to these lust driven strangers. She has to accept whatever they decide to do to her. Priyamani has never felt so powerless in her life, but she's loving it. The knowledge of total submission sends ripples of excitement through her, and she loses herself to her prison of raw lust and animalistic desire.

Priyamani isn't even aware that she's sobbing silently, tears streaming down her face. Incoherent words of 'yes' and 'please don't stop' manage to escape through the gag covering her mouth. Priyamani starts cumming again, her entire body shuddering violently, as a second orgasm erupts from her, filling every fibre of her being with sweet, electric ecstasy. Priyamani feels lips, teeth, tongues, and hands all touching and teasing her sweat drenched body. The air smells of salty, sweet sex, and she's consumed by the seductive combination of pussy and semen. The sex smell intoxicates her and she's drunk on the feel, taste, and smell of these lust driven, sweat covered male bodies. Their soft groans and hard breathing only heighten her pleasure. She succumbs to the wild animal deep inside of her. She's driven by instinct, pheromones filling the air, intoxicating them all, transforming them into hungry predators ruled by pure knowledge of survival. All that matters is the moment, the need for ultimate satisfaction. They're behaving like powerless drug addicts, who only care about obtaining their next fix. 



The high consumes their minds and they're no longer thinking, they're overpowered by the unexplainable need to procreate. It's wonderfully vicious, intoxicatingly delicious and the ecstacy is incomprehensible.

Glistening bodies move in sync to a silent rhythm of desire, pleasure and lust. The smell of sex fills the night air, making it thick with pent up need and raw desire. Priyamani starts cumming for the third time and she revels in the beauty of her release. Her body has a mind of its own and thinking right now is totally pointless. She decides to focus on the pleasure alone. She's wet, she's glistening with beads of perspiration, her throat feels raw from all her sobbing and moaning. Her make-up is smudged, thin black kohl streaks stain her eyes and cheeks. One of the boys lifts her up by her waist and puts her back down onto her knees in the lush grass. She's dripping with sweat, her hair is plastered to her scalp, her tits glisten seductively with beads of perspiration. Her pussy is rudely vacant and her cum drips down both of her legs, making a puddle at her feet. Her gorgeous lovers had long ago taken over, and all she can do is obey. She has to be a compliant, good little slut. She needs to be a slut for them. She needs them to punish her for being so brazen, and for asking them to do this to her. Priyamani deserves to be put in her place. She deserves to pay for her shameless desires. Priyamani challenged these strangers, and they had accepted without a second thought. She was convinced that she knew what she was doing. She'd never really been in control from the beginning, and these boys had cleverly manipulated her into this exact role of becoming their naughty, brazen, wanton sex slave.



She was now their undeniable whore, and she was going to be their whore for as long as they chose. Priyamani also secretly wanted them to continue making her feel like a whore, because it made her even more horny. It was a fantasy Priyamani hadn't even been aware of, until now. She was enjoying every second of being used, of being completely controlled. She kept begging them to make her their filthy slut. She let them take her in whatever way they wanted. She willingly submitted to their domination. She was their naughty little fuck doll. She was naughty! Priyamani had to be punished!



One of the boys sits on the grass in front of her and orders her to lift herself up, so he can position himself underneath her. Priyamani straddles him, and sighs with sweet delight as his hard cock fills her vacant, dripping pussy. The boy is in a sitting position, and Priyamani leans her forehead against the boys forehead, staring into his glazed, hazel eyes, and she begins to grind her hips deliciously slow on his throbbing, hard cock. Her hands are still tied behind her back, and all she can do is grind her pussy around his hardness. It feels heavenly, and she moans softly. The boy cups her face with his hands and whispers something against her lips in a deep, husky voice.

"I can see how much you enjoy my cock! Grind that pussy against me baby! You're such a good little slut. Yes! My naughty whore! Fuck my cock! Cum for me, you beautiful bitch! Show me how much you love my cock!"

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The more he talks dirty to Priyamani, the hornier she becomes. She's grinding her hips faster and harder, her sobs mixing with the sounds of ragged breathing, and the gag prevents her from being able breathe properly. Priyamani coughs, sobs wrack her body, and she looks absolutely defeated. Her throat burns, her tears leave salty, black streaks down her cheeks, and she's a beautiful, sexy mess. One of the other boys suddenly jerk her head backwards, and she stares into dark black pools of raw desire. Her captor is so handsome up close, and Priyamani groans encouragingly, loving how attractive he is. The boy roughly pulls the gag out of her mouth and bends down to kiss her. Priyamani loses herself in his kiss. It sends delicious shivers down her spine. He's an amazing kisser, and she probes his gorgeous mouth with her tongue, exploring it, teasing him, tasting him. The boy groans huskily against her mouth, and deepens the kiss, stroking her wet cheeks, sliding his fingers down her throat and going back up again. Priyamani can't think straight. Something about this boy stirs her heart. She needs his intimacy to extend beyond just their bodies. He makes her swoon. Priyamani is so lost to it all, she's in a drunken haze. The boy who's kissing her lips, moves to the left side of her and continues to wreak havoc with his mouth, using his tongue and lips. Priyamani is so into him, she's vaguely aware of her ass cheeks being spread apart, and gasps when she realizes that her hole is being sucked by another one of the boys.




Priyamani moans in delirious ecstasy. Her pussy is filled with a thick, throbbing cock, and she begins to get fucked, bouncing automatically in rhythm to the thrusts of the boy who's fucking her. Her ass is being rimmed nice and deep. Priyamani loves the feeling of having her hole licked. It feels so good, and she suddenly bucks hard, gushing cum all over her lovers cock. Her pussy vibrates violently, and all she can do is let her orgasm rip through her like hot lightning. She's sobbing like a drunken slut, gurgling erotically as the handsome boy continues to kiss her deeply, passionately. Her cries of passion escape her mouth and his kisses subdue them, drowning out her moans. His kissing is even better than the gag that covered her mouth. Without warning, the boy who's rimming her, takes his cock and thrusts it hard into her tight asshole, making her shriek helplessly from the unexpected pain. Priyamani isn't ready for this assault, and her asshole burns a little, until she feels his cock slide all the way in.

"Fuck! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"



Priyamani croaks, her words drowning in her lovers mouth. Her pussy and ass are filled with cock, and the feeling is unexplainable. The cocks stretch her out to the point where she feels the sensitivity of her g-spot being grazed from the front as well as from the back. Priyamani grinds her hips shamelessly, begging for more, wanting it harder and deeper. Suddenly, her entire body shudders again as she orgasms hard, her g-spot is being stroked from both directions, and the feeling is so intensely good, she orgasms again and again, each orgasm exploding through her veins, making her pussy pulsate violently. She gushes cum from both her holes and the cock in her ass starts to pound her even harder. Priyamani feels so full with each thrust, and she orgasms again and again.



Priyamani is vibrating uncontrollably from head to toe. Her legs are shaking, her knees are weak, her breasts heave as she shakes harder and harder with each orgasm. Her g-spot is being stroked to a point where she can't tell where one orgasm stops and another one begins. Priyamani thinks she's having multiple orgasms, because her body keeps shuddering, pins and needles cover her face, her pussy lips contract hard, her cum gushes from both her holes, drenching her and her lovers in her delicious, hot juices.



The boy who's pounding her ass, jerks hard and grabs her by her shoulders as he begins to vibrate deep inside her asshole, filling her up with his hot, thick cum. It feels so hot and so good that Priyamani orgasms yet again, this time the feeling filling her ass and overflowing with so much of gorgeous heat that she feels herself cumming from her ass! As soon as the boy pulls his cock out, she feels a hot thickness oozing out of her hole. She tries using her tied up hands to spread her ass cheeks, but one of the boys spreads it for her, and he whistles as she oozes thick, milky hot cum from her asshole!



"This bitch is one dirty little slut! She's cumming from her ass, and she's drenching herself, and all of us in so much of her sweet cum! He fingers her asshole and the hot cum is the perfect lubricant for two of his fingers to slide in deep and fuck her. Priyamani feels only pleasure now as the boy's finger gets replaced by another rock hard, pulsing cock.

This boy immediately starts fucking her from behind, picking up the pace, his cock thrusting hard and fast into her already wet, tight asshole. Each thrust hits her g-spot hard and Priyamani loses herself, her pleasure becoming too much! She bucks hard, cumming again from her ass. She hears one of the boys telling her what a beautiful bitch she is.

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"This bitches ass needs to get stretched out. Her ass is too gorgeous to ignore. Oh fuck bitch! You're so fucking tight. Your ass doesn't want my cock to come out. It feels so fucking good. You're such a good little bitch! Look at you...Totally consumed by your lust! You're a fucking mess bitch, but you don't care! All you keep doing is begging for more cock! Yes bitch! Feel my cock! Do you like your ass being pounded? I'm going to cum so hard inside your tight ass! How badly do you want my cum bitch? Beg me to cum in your tight hole, you little wanton slut! Let me hear you crying whore! Beg for my cum you beautiful cum whore!"




Priyamani whimpers incoherently, begging him to fill her ass with his cum. She's pleading, sobbing, choking, gagging...

"Please fill my ass with your cum baby!"

She groans between sobs of total ecstasy. Her body can't endure another orgasm, and yet, somehow, these boys cocks seem to find a way. She feels her body shuddering again as she orgasms from her ass and her pussy at the same time. The intensity of having both her ass and pussy pulsate and contract violently around her lovers cocks causes her eyes to roll backwards and she feels pins and needles all over, tingles crackling throughout her entire body, sending an ecstasy filled rush to her head, making her swoon, and she passes out from the sheer intensity of her orgasms!



When Priyamani regains consciousness, she's disorientated and confused. She tries to focus her eyes, and feels her pussy being filled with a big, hot, throbbing cock. She immediately remembers where she is and snaps back to the present moment, realizing she's lying down on her back on the grass, and the last of the boys are fucking her!

"Welcome back bitch!"

He groans huskily as he's fucking her faster, deeper, harder.



"You're the most amazing bitch I've ever fucked! I'm going to pound your pussy so good you dirty whore!"

Priyamani loves getting fucked in this position and she's taunting the boy by whispering seductively,

"Give it to me harder baby! Pound this pussy! Pound me harder bad boy! I need it baby! I fucking need it so bad baby! Make me cum baby! Please make me cum baby!"

Her voice is rasping because of her dry, burning throat.

The boy covers her mouth and tells her to shut up. She's loving it. She wants more, she's screaming into his hand, and he releases her mouth and starts choking her, all the while driving his cock faster and deeper into her already stretched out sopping wet pussy. Priyamani loves being choked and her hips buck violently as she orgasms all over his cock. Priyamani takes her fingers and vigorously begins to rub her swollen clit as he continues to fuck her faster and harder.

"Oh my Fuck!"



She manages between gritted teeth, and the boy tightens his grip on her throat, and Priyamani looks straight at him, He gets lost in her. She looks completely helpless and it makes the boy fuck her so hard, that he's pounding himself against her pelvis bone, each thrust making a hard thumping sound. He's fit, he's got alot of stamina and he fucks her harder, faster, and deeper. The boy bites his bottom lip as he continues to assault her already used and stretched out pussy.

Priyamani rubs her sensitive clit faster and faster until she orgasms hard, her clit vibrating and she squirts all over the boys abdomen and pelvis. Priyamani didn't even know she was capable of squirting, and she's delighted as she continues to assault her sensitive, swollen clit. She's being pounded so hard that her body literally can't handle the strain, plus the boy is still choking her, and her clit is squirting as she orgasms again and again. Priyamani is so consumed in it all, she cums again from her pussy and from her clit! Her eyes roll back, her body shakes violently hard, her pussy contracts painfully, her clit pulsates uncontrollably and she gazes at the boy in total submission. Her eyes glaze over and she passes out again from the sheer intense consuming pleasure.

The boy continues to pound her pussy. She's a lifeless rag doll, and he fucks her limp body for fifteen more glorious minutes. It's so good, that he could care less about the fact that she's unconscious. He slaps her tits, bites her gorgeous nipples hard, leaving behind bruised teeth marks. He bites her neck, he fondles her breasts roughly, slapping them hard, then sucking on them. Priyamani remains lifeless. The boy likes the feel of her limp body, it's easy to control, and control it he does, until, finally, he thrusts deep into her one final time, groaning loudly as his cock spurts thick, hot cum deep into this bitches used up pussy!



When he finally pulls out, he's being pushed aside by his virgin friend who bends down to cover her up with her cloak. Priyamani is vaguely aware of someone wiping her face with a cloth. She hears far off voices whispering and laughing. She's being hoisted up to sit on one of the cold benches.

When Priyamani regains consciousness, she's once again fully clothed, her hair is in a neat . The park is silent, and only one figure looms in front of her. It was the virgin boy.

"Are you ok?"



He asks tentatively. Priyamani nods her head and the boy continues to whisper tenderly,

"I decided to stay behind and wait to take you home safely. I could never live with myself if I left you here alone, and something happened to you!"

Priyamani smiles and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Thank you,"

She replies softly. And she says even more quietly,

"I'm Priyamani, nice to meet you!"

"And I'm Anand!"



The boy responds tentatively. He continues softly,

"How are you feeling Priyamani?"

Priyamani replies in a soft groan,

"My body aches all over, my voice is gone, and I feel battered and bruised. My pussy and asshole are so stretched out, but it's beautifully painful. I smell of sweat and cum! I've never been fucked this way before! I'm exhausted, I feel like sleeping for days!"

Then Priyamani looks at him questioningly and asks softly,



"Why didn't you fuck me?"

The boy blushes as he replies,

"The blowjob was exquisite, and I wanted you to be my first, but I want to be with you and you alone. Only if you want to?  I think you're absolutely amazing!"

Priyamani smiles and she whispers,

"Ok Anand, you can take me home now. We need to figure out how to sneak into my house without being noticed!"



He laughs and picks her up gently carrying her out of the park...

THE-END

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My name is Shyamala, a house-wife aged 30. I reside with my husband and children. We are a middle class South Indian family. My husband is a nice man and takes good care of my children and myself. Though  yet somehow, my private relations with my husband is not so fulfilling. That is because, unfortunately, my husband is a physically weak man. He is short, thin and very timid in nature. Though at least once a week, I do satisfy his husbandly needs, I get quite frustrated during those times. That is because, neither does he have the proper sized apparatus, nor does he have the stamina as a husband, to keep me happy. But since he is a decent man, I did not mind this. Our lives went on normally, until a rather shameful incident occurred recently.




My husband's family resides in a village . In November , the wedding of my sister-in-law was fixed. We went for the wedding. My in-law's house, was full of relatives and their families. The house was noisy and crowded. My Father-in-law, Mr. Kantharao, was the Sarpanch  of the village. He is a very conservative and strict man. He is 62 years of age. Physically he is dark and very tall. More than that, he is heavily built and has a huge mustache. He is a short tempered man and all of us were scared of him. I usually kept myself at a distance from him, as he never spoke to me - except when needed. My Mother-in-law, Prema, is a kind lady. We settled in the festive atmosphere of the house and the day passed quickly. At night, with so many guests in the house, there was a bit of a problem in the sleeping arrangements, due to lack of space.



My Father-in-law decided that all the men would sleep in two large rooms and all the women and children would sleep in the other two smaller rooms. But the space for women was still too limited. So, my Father-in-law ordered my mother-in-law, to sleep in the tiny space, which they used as a store room in the house. The room could hardly accommodate three person. My mother-in-law obediently took her mattress and spread it in that room to sleep there. But one of her cousins requested her, to sleep along with the other women, so that they could chat in the night. My mother-in-law, asked me to go and sleep in the store room. As instructed by her, when all the guests went to bed, I went to the store room to sleep. There was hardly any ventilation there and it was quite warm and humid. I removed my saree and panty. Keeping my blouse, bra and petticoat on, I closed the door - without latching it, switched off the light and lay down on the mattress in the darkness. Gradually I drifted off to sleep.



Around mid-night, I awoke in the pitch darkness. I was lying on my left side and found myself being hugged from behind! In my half-sleepy state, I thought that my husband had come to me, to satisfy his lust. As I felt too sleepy, I decided to simply lie there and let him do whatever he wanted. He pushed his left arm under me to encircle me. I slightly lifted myself off the mattress to allow his arm to encircle me. His arm encircled me and cupped my left breast. His right arm cupped my other breast. He kept caressing my breasts for some time. He put his leg over me and pushed his groin in between my buttocks. He loosened my plaited hair to let it fall free. He hugged me passionately. I was a bit surprised at his passion. With his encircled arm he un-hooked my blouse and spread it open. He began pumping my breasts over my bra. He then pushed up my bra, over my breasts and began fondling my bare breasts and tweaking my nipples. His hairy chest was rubbing against my back. Despite my sleepiness, his fondling of my breasts and nipples, made me edgy. He started licking me on my back and again biting the back of my neck.



Gradually, he began pulling up my petticoat. Obviously he wanted to fondle my private parts. As I was now twitchy, I too wanted that. I slightly raised myself off the mattress, to make it easier for him to pull up my petticoat. He pushed it up to my tummy. He put his hands between my thighs and clasped my vagina! As I do not shave my pubic area, I have a very thick growth of hair over my vaginal area. He twirled and pulled at my pubic hair and pushed his finger into my vagina. I spread my legs to give his fingers better access to my vagina. He pushed one more finger into me and began massaging my vagina. Suddenly, he put his face close to my ears and whispered in our, 

"Prema, you are feeling so different today. Your breasts seem so much more firmer and your vagina feels so much more tighter!"



I was shocked at hearing this whisper! That too referring to my mother-in-law's name! This man next to me was not my husband! It was his father. My father-in-law! I panicked. I guessed that, as my mother-in-law was supposed to have slept in the store room, he had come here to be with her. Since it was pitch dark, he did not seem to know that it was me sleeping there, instead of her. And thinking that it was his own wife, he had even begun fondling me! Lord! Here I was - sleeping beside my own father-in-law, who was roughly pumping my breast with one hand and had his other hand between my legs with his fingers pushed into my vagina! I was horrified! I did not know what to do. I was too frightened to talk. I decided to lie there silently, until he himself realized his mistake. My Father-in-law kept thrusting his fingers in and out of my vagina, making me sexually excited. His fingers were rougher and manlier than my husband's and I was actually enjoying them - despite my fear. My vagina became wet. With his fingers still in my vagina, he suddenly pushed another finger into my anus. I was stunned. Involuntarily, my anus closed itself and he was unable to insert his finger further.

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He said, "Prema, what is wrong with you today? Why are you closing your anus? Relax it. You know that I love to play with it! You too love having my finger inside there!"

Lord! My father-in-law wanted to play with my anus. Silently, I tried to relax. Gradually my anus relaxed and he thrust his full finger into my anus. My father-in-law now started massaging my anus and vagina simultaneously with his fingers. His action was so crude and vulgar, that I was mortified. But, I was getting more excited. He kept moving both his fingers in and out of my vagina and anus for a long time. He squeezed my buttocks roughly with his other hand. My Father-in-law then pushed up his own dhoti and began rubbing his swollen penis over my bare buttocks. I was astonished! I could feel that his penis was simply mammoth. I felt that it was maybe eleven inches in length and perhaps three inches thick! I got more excited as a woman, to be feeling such a massive organ on my body. He kept marauding my body, while rubbing his penis on me. 



After rubbing his huge organ on my buttocks for some time, my Father-in-law caught hold of my thigh and raised it. I grew more panicky, as I realized that he was going to push his monster penis into me, from behind.

I wondered whether to tell him, that he was fondling me and not his wife. But I was too scared. My father-in-law was a hot-tempered man. Maybe he would shout at me, for not pointing out his mistake earlier itself. I did not wish to provoke his anger. My own sexual excitement was running high, due to his fondling and the feel of his amazing organ on my buttocks. I wanted to take that lovely organ in me, to experience its pleasure. I decided to pretend. When he realized his mistake, I would tell him that as I was asleep, I thought it was my husband who was having sex with me. I kept silent and raised my leg further, to give him better access to my vagina.

I shut my eyes and anxiously awaited to receive his huge organ. My father-in-law positioned the thick head of his organ against my vaginal opening. He rubbed it in between my slits and began pushing the huge bulbous head, into my vagina. I gasped! He pressed it forward into me. The bulbous head slowly parted my vaginal lips and drove itself into my vagina. He plunged his organ into me a little more. My vaginal lips closed around the crown of his organ head. He tried to force his organ further into me. Though he pushed, he was not able to proceed further! That was because my vagina was simply too small for his gigantic size. As his lust grew, my father-in-law began talking vulgarly in our language.



He exclaimed, "Prema, what is this? Why is your cunt feeling so different and so tight today? My cock is not even able to go inside smoothly!"

Now, obviously I could not be silent any longer. I looked backwards and quietly whispered to him, "Appa (Father-in-law), you are making a mistake. I am not your wife - Prema Amma. I am Shyamala. Your son's wife. Your Daughter-in-law."

He was shocked! He quickly withdrew his penis from me. He turned me on my back to face him. He positioned himself between my thighs over me and said, "Shyamala??? How did you come here to this room? Oh God! I seem to have made a terrible mistake. I am so sorry - I could not see in this darkness. I thought that you were my wife. But Shyamala, it was my wife, who was supposed to be sleeping here in this room. How come you have come and slept here?"



In whispers, I explained to him how my mother-in-law and myself, had interchanged our sleeping places. My Father-in-law listened to me. Though he now knew that I was his daughter-in-law, yet, he did not try to move away from me. As a matter of fact, I could feel that while talking to me, he was rubbing his throbbing penis, on my vagina! I too wanted to experience his powerful penis. So, discreetly, I began spreading my thighs further apart. Our situation was quite awkward. He was hesitant as he did not know how I would react. So in his confusion, he simply knelt in between my thighs, his erect penis simply throbbing and touching my vaginal lips. Suddenly we heard a noise, outside the store room. Apparently, someone was going to the wash room. Both of us panicked as we could not afford to let anyone see my father-in-law and me nude, on the mattress, in the tiny store room and that too in pitch darkness!



My Father-in-law whispered, "Shyamala, did you hear that? Someone has come to the washroom. Lie still and don't make a noise."

I whispered back, "Yes Appa, we cannot t let anyone see us semi-naked together, like this."

My Father-in-law whispered again, "Shyamala, if I kneel like this I may make a noise and the person will come to know I am here. I am going to lie down on you - to avoid that."

I whispered, "Yes Appa. That may be better."

He bent over to lie down on me. As if by accident, he clenched my breasts and lay down on me. As my father-in-law is a tall man, my face was crushed against his hairy chest. His hands now started kneading my breasts slowly. His erect organ was again brushing against the folds of my vaginal lips. I could feel him trying to rub his penis into my vagina. We again heard the person leaving the wash-room and go back to his room. I was simply sexually too excited now.



My father-in-law said, "Shyamala, I think the person has gone back now. Should I leave?"

I quickly pretended and said, "No Appa. Not yet. That person may not be asleep now and may hear you, if you leave. It may be better for you to stay here for some more time."

He said, "You are right Shyamala. Maybe I should remain here for some more time."

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He simply lay on me like this for a few seconds and cautiously once again began pressing and squeezing my breasts and rubbing his huge organ head on my vagina at the same time.


My father-in-law whispered, "Shyamala, it will be a scandal in the family, if people come to know what happened in this room tonight."

I replied, "Yes, Appa. I understand. I am the daughter-in-law of this house. It is my duty to keep the family honor. Please do not worry. I will not tell anyone about what happened here in this room, tonight."

He asked, "Are you sure that you will not tell? Not even to your mother-in-law and your husband?"

I said, "No Appa, Please do not worry. I shall not tell anybody."



He said, "I am happy Shyamala. Now I am relaxed. I think instead of leaving now, I shall spend some more time here, so that everyone in the house is fast asleep and no one can hear me leaving."

I encouraged him discreetly, "Yes Appa. It is better."

He said, "Shyamala, this space is not enough even for one person. Let us try and change our positions in the opposite direction to each other and see if we are comfortable."

So saying, he turned himself and adjusted his legs over me in such a way, that his head was between my thighs and my head was between his thighs! My face was close to my father-in-law's wonderful organ and his face was on my hairy vagina! Due to the humidity in the room, both of us were sweating. I could get the manly pungent scent of his huge penis and could also feel his warm breath against my pubic hair. I was getting more excited. My vagina became very moist. Pretending to adjust himself, he clutched my vagina again. His finger was on my vaginal folds giving me a unique thrill. I too pretended to adjust myself and brushed my hands against his incredible organ.

Gradually, I could feel my father-in-law's finger pushing itself into my vagina. I spread my thighs more to give him access. After a few seconds, he inserted more fingers into my vagina and began touching my clitoris. I could not control my excitement. I slowly touched my father-in-law's mighty organ and began stroking it. I used my other hand to feel his massive testicles. They were the size of coconuts! He groaned at my touch and pushed his organ close to my mouth. I took the hint and opened my mouth. He then pushed his organ into my mouth. The taste of his sweaty organ was almost heavenly and my vagina began watering! His huge organ inched its way through my mouth almost into my throat, choking me. My father-in-law could not control himself. He put his mouth into my vagina and began sucking it. He pushed his tongue into me and flicked at my clitoris. I shivered with excitement. He kept thrusting his penis deep into my throat. We kept sucking each other for a long time. Suddenly to my disappointment, my father-in-law abruptly withdrew his organ from my throat and also his tongue from my vagina.



He said, "Shyamala, I think that our earlier position was better. Let me lie down between your legs silently. Separate your thighs, so that I can get more space to lie in between your thighs."

Now since it was clear that both of us were pretending to one another, to justify to ourselves ways to have sex, I became bolder. I pushed my thighs up over my breasts and spread them wide apart to encourage my father-in-law. To make it easier for him, I too positioned my hips in such a way, that my vaginal opening was directly at the tip of his organ head. My father-in-law now laid down on me. His huge penis head was touching my vaginal opening.

My father-in-law said vulgarly, "Shyamala, you can see that my erect cock is a creating a problem for both of us, as I am unable to lie down properly on you. I think if I push it in your tight cunt and keep it there, then both of us can relax on the mattress properly."



Though I wanted that very much, yet I pretended and shyly whispered, "Yes Appa, that would be more comfortable. I understand. But Appa, is it right? I mean, you are my father-in-law after all. How can I take your penis into my vagina? Being your daughter-in-law, I will feel very shy to take that. Only your son has a right to do that to me, is it not?"

He replied crudely, "Yes Shyamala, you are my son's wife and he has the right to fuck you. But if you don't tell anyone, no one will know. Now come on. Do as I say. Just lift your thighs higher and push them wider apart."

I lifted my thighs higher and spread them more wider for my father-in-law. He positioned the swollen head of his organ at the opening of my vagina and firmly pushed it into me. I gasped as the huge head slipped into me. He began to thrust his organ, into my vagina with slow, gentle jabs. I was loosening up slowly now. My father-in-law's bulbous head was stretching the walls of my vagina, wider with every stroke. With a huge forward thrust, his organ head slammed up against the back of my vagina, right up against my cervix. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I stared at him with my mouth open, at his power. He put his mouth against mine, sucked my lips and roughly thrust his tongue into my mouth. I too kissed him lustfully.



My father-in-law gradually increased the speed and power of his strokes into my vagina. He became violent in his thrusts. My body was being flung about, up and down on the mattress. I groaned at the onslaught of his penis in my vagina. I hugged him tightly to keep rhythm with his strokes. He pushed up both my arms and licked my arm-pits. He kissed me deeply again and this time bit my lips. My vagina was stretched to its limit and was being pounded again and again by his gargantuan penis. My father-in-law roughly grabbed my breasts and bit them. He bit my neck in lust. He began to chew upon my nipples. I was feeling proud that my body was exciting him so much and was happy to have him fiercely bite me.

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There was mad lust in my father-in-law's eyes. The speed of his strokes increased more. He was thrusting his penis deeper and deeper into me. I moaned whenever my father-in-law's bloated penis bumped against my delicate cervix. Gradually his organ head, began piercing through my deepest openings and spreading my cervical ring apart. I was panting. Both our bodies were covered in sweat. My father-in-law was relentless in propelling his organ into me. My body was swinging up and down with his thrusts. I gritted my teeth, as I felt my cervix surrender to his manly organ. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. As his engorged organ head forcefully drove itself through my cervix, there was a slight sound, as my cervical sphincter was forced apart. I stared at him with shock and gasped, as his mighty organ went through my cervix! I closed my eyes tightly, as it drove past my cervix, inching its way deep into my womb. With one forcefully violent shove, my father-in-law slammed the rest of his eleven inch penis into me, until his testicles slammed up against my swollen vaginal lips.




I stared at my father-in-law with wonder, on his astonishing manliness and kissed him. What an amazing lover! He had managed to push his organ right through my vagina, and through my cervix into my womb itself! I knew that very few men could ever do such a thing to a woman. He began pumping his penis deep in and out of my womb. It was rubbing against my sensitive nerve endings there! I closed my eyes closed and dug my hands into his muscular shoulders. Locking his mouth into mine, he kept brutally thrusting his majestic penis in and out of my womb. I braced my hands on his shoulders and grunted as his penis repeatedly ravaged my womb. I was in ecstasy and could feel my orgasm building up. I too started propelling my vagina upwards onto his penis, to meet his brutal thrusts into me. He noted that I was getting into my peak. He began to drive his penis all the more violently into my womb. My excitement was climbing rapidly. Sweat was pouring out from both of us and we were gasping with our lips locked on each other and his tongue deep in my mouth. My climax was building up faster and I could not control myself any longer. Finally my orgasm burst out of my vagina.



I yelped, "Appa, Appa, I am releasing - Aaaaah, Aaaaah!"

I let myself go completely and went on releasing my vaginal secretions. He went on viciously pumping in and out of my womb, when I was having my orgasm, making it more intense for me. My secretions began bubbling out of my vagina. I was completely out of breath. I threw my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth. My whole body was quivering and shaking. My father-in-law stopped thrusting. He stroked my hair and tenderly kissed me. We lay still, until my orgasm subsided and we could recover our breath. My father-in-law put his hands into my vagina to feel my secretions and juices. I shyly parted my thighs to allow him to feel me. Now that he made me get my orgasm, I could see that he wanted his. I caught his arm and pulled him to me.

Without another word, my father-in-law slammed his organ into my womb again. He again locked his mouth into mine and began riding me. He began cruelly thrusting his magnificent organ in and out of my womb. Gradually his speed increased. I put my hands on his shoulders and hugged him tightly. I grunted as his penis repeatedly ravaged my womb. I thrust my vagina upwards onto his penis, to meet his brutal thrusts into me. He began to impale his penis all the more violently into my womb. I wanted to feel his hot semen in my womb. He was sweating and gasping. I began squeezing my vagina as tight as possible, to give him more friction, as I thrust against him. I could guess that he was about to ejaculate his virile seeds directly onto my eggs. I could feel the head of his penis swell, all the more. I moaned deeply as it spread me even wider apart. And then at last, my father-in-law's mammoth organ began shaking with incredible force, and he murmured from his throat,



"Shyamala, I am going to ejaculate into your womb now - aaaaaah, aaaaaah!"

The first gush of his boiling hot semen tore right through into my womb. I felt his semen directly shoot into my eggs, deep in my womb. The sensitive linings of my womb were bathed in a shower hot sperms. My father-in-law must have blasted at least a quarter liter of hot sperms into my womb. I could feel their heat right through my vagina. He was breathless. After emptying himself into my womb, he collapsed on top of me. I hugged the amazing man to my breasts. My Father-in-law lay on me breathlessly for a long time. He then got up and stood.

I too got up and stood in the darkness. My father-in-law used his dhoti to wipe all the sweat from my body. Now that he has used me so thoroughly, I was proud to stand naked before my father-in-law displaying my body. I stood shamelessly before him, with my thighs apart, as his semen was still oozing in huge globs, out from my vagina over my thighs. He pushed his dhoti into my vagina to sponge out the leaking semen and cleaned my thighs. I used my saree to wipe all the sweat from his manly body. I then caught hold of his penis lovingly. I cuddled and caressed the magnificent organ like a pet. My father-in-law groaned in pleasure at my caressing. I knelt before him and lovingly licked and sucked off all the semen from his penis. I then licked his testicles and his pubic hair, to make him clean. My father-in-law helped me to wear my bra and lovingly hooked it up for me. He then helped me wear my petticoat and saree. He then ran his fingers through my hair to smoothen them out. I tied my hair in a bun. My father-in-law wore his dhoti and kurta.



He looked at me admiringly in the darkness, for a long time. I bashfully stood before him. Both of us were feeling shy at what had happened between us. I understood that he was feeling guilty now on what he had done to me. After all I was his daughter-in-law! His own son's wife. I wanted him to be happy. Not to feel guilty. We stood in silence looking at each other, not knowing what to do, or say. Though he was ready to leave, he was very reluctant to do so. I too did not want him to leave. I wanted to remain with this incredible hunk of a man. He was like a magnet to me. Though he had completely satisfied me, yet, I wanted more of him. There was a kind of electric current passing between us. I felt like hugging him and kissing him. I felt like once again taking his mind-boggling organ and kissing it all over again. As he was so hesitant, I went and stood close to him. He still did not move. So, I encircled his neck with my arms and hugged him tightly. I pressed my face against his barrel chest. He lifted my face and tenderly kissed me. We stood in the pitch darkness, hugging and kissing each other silently.



I shyly whispered, "Appa, I shall not latch the door from inside - just in case you feel lonely at night and wish to see me."

He stared at me and quietly said, "You want me to come and visit you in the night, Shyamala?"

I replied, "Yes Appa, after what has happened tonight, I shall be waiting for you each night, that your son and I are here."

He smiled at me and walked back to his room. I lay down on the mattress, fully contented, thinking of what happened between us. I was happy that my father-in-law was going to come back to me the next night. I thought about what he would do to me with anticipation.



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The aftermath of my late-night game session with my friends was everywhere. There were snack bags all over my room, and the computer monitor glowed a pale grey in the distance. There was a pile of sleeping bags on the floor, and, inside them, my friends. There was a subtle knock on my door, it must have been what woke me up in the first place.


"Come in," I said hoarsely as I searched from my glasses with my fingertips. I sat up slowly, slipping the black plastic frames onto the bridge of my nose. On the floor the two sleeping bags stirred as my friends, Chandu and Dathu, slowly woke up. The door opened slowly, flooding my room with light as my stepmom, Divyanka Tripathi, stepped into the room.



"It's almost noon," she said matter-of-factly. She stepped over Dathu's sleeping bag and stood by my bed, her hands on her hips. She wore jeans and a tank top with wide, horizontal stripes. I tried not to stare, but the stripes outlined the curve of her ample breasts. She was Hot, with an athletic build, but she had spectacular tits. I know I should not have noticed, but hormones dictated otherwise. "I know it's Saturday, but I'm not letting you sleep all day."

"All right," I said, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. She laughed. Behind her Chandu and Dathu sat up, shaking their heads and slowly waking up.

"Can you boys clear out early?" she asked kindly. She then leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. Her short hair flopped in front of her eyes and she brushed it aside as she spoke. "Anita's coming over to use our shower. She has repairmen working on her water lines. I don't care if you stay, but thing one and thing two have to go." As she leaned in to whisper I stared at her cleavage, at the tan bra that pushed her tits together, for as long as I dared. She stood up and left swiftly, saying a kind goodbye to Chandu and Dathu. When I looked over at them, they were grinning.

"What?" I asked.



"I was just checking out your stepmom's ass," Dathu said in a whisper. "So, so nice, my friend."

"Shut up," I groaned. This was a perennial topic. Chandu and Dathu had been my friends forever, and they had been ogling Divyanka since we had discovered girls. When my dad passed away when I was 14, Divyanka and I were the only family we had, and I found my friends' newfound lust for her disturbing. Over time, I got used to it. And one day, out of the blue, I looked at her and something primal stirred inside me. It was summer, when I was 16, and she was bending over, looking for something in the refrigerator. I remember getting hard, my face flush at my instinctual reaction.

At first I avoided it, then wallowed in guilt over it. She was my stepmother, and while my father had married a much younger woman, I felt guilty over my attraction to her. Finally I looked at it as biological instinct, that it was normal to appreciate a woman with a body like hers. And now, in my last semester of high college, it was second nature for me to appreciate the view.



Dathu and Chandu left, but not after making a few more comments about Divyanka. It aggravated me, even though I secretly agreed with them. From her eyes, to her freckles and long, curly hair, she was adorable. Part of me was aggravated with them for being so immature, and part of me was territorial and jealous that they were even looking at her.

Divyanka was downstairs in the kitchen when I headed down to get some food. She looked at me and smiled as I grabbed some breakfast.

"I'm going to be gone for a while, I've got things to do until around four today," she said casually. "Can you let Anita in, and stick around if she needs anything?"

"Sure," I said. I liked Anita. She was my mom's closest friend. They met in our  singles group.  Anita was curvy, with enormous tits and a big ass. She wasn't fat but was built like a renaissance statue. The idea of her stopping by did not seem like a bad idea to me.



Anita rang the doorbell shortly after Divyanka left. She was waiting, gym bag under her arm, as I opened the door.

"Hey, Abhi," she said as I let her in. "Thanks for letting me use your shower. This no hot water thing is torture."

"I bet," I said, getting a decent look at her bubble butt. She wore sweatpants and a zippered jacket, her hair in a messy bun that cascaded into loose curls. Her jacket was loose, and she was clearly disheveled. Her jacket was unzipped partway, revealing considerable cleavage. I wasn't sure if she was aware how much she was showing.

It was clear she had nothing on under the jacket, and I felt my dick growing in my shorts, threatening to draw attention to itself.



"I look like a mess," she said apologetically. "Sorry."

"You look great," I said, feeling myself blush. She smiled, and I struggled to keep my eyes off her tits.

"I thought I might use your mom's bathroom, if that's fine with you," she said. "But she mentioned there's a trick to it."

"Oh, yeah, there is," I said. "The glass door latch is weird. I was supposed to fix it, but I keep forgetting."

"Can you show me?" she said with a smile. "I don't want to dump water all over her bathroom floor."

"Sure," I said. I led the way up the stairs and down the hall to Divyanka's room. She had the master suite, with a spacious bathroom and a glass-walled shower. "You have the lift the latch as you pull it, or it won't catch," I said, demonstrating it.

She nodded, and pulled her bun down, letting her long hair fall down her shoulders. She stepped past me and turned on the hot water, feeling how cold it was.

"It takes a few minutes to get hot," I said.

"Okay," she said. I noticed her zipper had moved a few inches down on her jacket. She definitely had nothing on underneath it. The zipper was now halfway down, and I could see the entirety of her cleavage. If it went lower, I'd see her belly button. I wondered if she unzipped it on purpose or it had just slipped down. We made eye contact and I was self-conscious about the erection straining against my shorts. I hoped she hadn't noticed.



She crouched down to dig her shampoo and lotions out of her bag. Her sweatpants rode low on her hips, and I could see several inches of her bare ass. I guessed that she had nothing on underneath. The idea that she was in such a state of undress made my dick ache.

"If you need anything, just call me," I added. She smiled, and I shut the door. I headed down the hall, sitting on my bed. I could feel my heart racing and my dick throbbing. I wanted to relieve the tension, but I was worried she might finish her shower before I was done. I was already really aroused, I didn't want to get even more so if she finished before I had come.

Moments later I heard Anita call my name. I stood up, adjusting my erection and hurried down the hall. I knocked, hearing water running.

"Come in," she called out.

I hesitated, but she called my name again, so I slowly opened the door. The room was flooded with steam, the mirrors opaque with fog. The shower doors were frosted over, but I could see the shape of Anita's nude body behind the blurry glass. I felt myself harden looking at her curves. This was the closest I had been to a naked woman. Even behind heavily fogged glass, the view was breathtaking.



"That latch is stuck, and my towel is on the counter she called out. Can you throw it over the shower wall, and then open this door for me?"

"Um, yeah, sure," I said, trying to keep my nerves out of my voice. I tossed her towel over the edge, sending steam swirling about her, revealing more of her shape as she shut off the water. She wrapped the towel around her midsection as I approached the door. The handle was slick from condensation, and I lifted the door slightly and pulled the latch. The door pulled open smoothly, and I stepped back to let Anita out.

"You're a real hero," she teased, stepping past me. She grabbed a second towel and wrapped her hair up in it. The towel around her body clung to her curves, her tits practically spilled out of the top of it. I took in the sights as long as I dared before turning to leave. I headed down the hall, my dick throbbing in my shorts. I was planning on jerking off the moment she started her engine downstairs. I sat at my desk, my mind tracing every curve, the line of cleavage that almost popped out of her towel, every inch of her. I was lost in my reverie when she knocked on the door frame.

"Hey," she said. She was leaning against the open door, still in her towel. Her hair was damp, falling around her shoulders. "You didn't have to run off."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry, I guess. I thought you'd want some privacy."



"No," she said simply. She stepped into my room. I turned my chair to face her. She walked right up to me, a look of determination on her face, laced with a grin. She was inches from me when she suddenly straddled my thigh. Her body was damp against the leg of my jeans. I had never been this close to a woman with this little amount of clothing on her. I tried to form words but before I could burst through my general confusion she kissed me.

As her tongue entered my mouth I was still trying to register what was happening. She pressed against me, the chair back falling back into the desk. My hands, on autopilot, touched her legs. I realized she was grinding against my leg, rubbing against my jeans, her breath coming in bursts as we kissed. I let instinct take over from the shock, and my hands slid up her legs, under the towel, and grabbed her ass.

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She ground harder against me as I felt her ass with both hands. She threw her head back, the towel coming loose and showing most of her tits. I felt her body shudder as she came, her pussy grinding against my jeans. She kept rubbing, the towel slipping down more, until I grabbed the fabric with one hand and let it fall off her. She pressed against me, naked, grinding against my thigh as she buried her face against my shoulder. I gripped her ass harder and she rode me, until she cried out, her whole body tensing up and then releasing. She leaned against me, breathing hard, her muscles loose and her body still.



"Oh, god," she whispered in my ear. She sat up, finally giving me a full view of her tits and the triangle of bushy pubic hair pressed against my jeans. She got off me, a trail of her wetness dripping onto the wet spot she made on my jeans. She pulled me up, kissing me as I stood up. My hands found her tits as her hands slid down and worked my belt buckle. She deftly opened my jeans and reached down with her left hand, grasping my member and stroking it gently. She backed toward the bed, gently guiding me with the hand wrapped around my throbbing erection.

We were silent as she pushed me back onto the bed. She pulled down my jeans, stripping them off of me before climbing over me. She kissed me, her tits pressed against my chest, as the damp hair between her legs ticked the head of my dick. I ran my hands down her back, over her ass, gripping her gently as she kissed me. Suddenly, with a flourish, she sat up, straddling me. Her pussy dripped onto my dick in anticipation.



She took my erection in her hand, gently guiding my dick upward as she sank onto it. I could feel her pussy lips part as the softest, wettest, warmest sensation I've ever experienced took over me. She impaled herself on me, pausing as I slid into her completely. Slowly, almost painfully slow, she raised up and lowered herself, savoring the sensation as I filled her repeatedly. I was beside myself and gripped her ass as she started to ride me fast, grinding against me. Her tits swayed with the rocking motion of her hips, beads of sweat glistening on her stomach.



She came a third time, her pussy gripping me as her orgasm reached its peak. I gasped, thrusting upward like an animal, lifting her upward as I exploded inside her. She gasped as she felt my orgasm merge with hers, my dick pumping into her. She fell on top of me, laughing as our bodies gave in and a wave of pleasure overtook us both. I kept pulsing, filling her with cum as we lay there in silence. Finally spend, she crawled off of me, leaving a trail of cum dripping out of her and onto my thigh. She stood up, picking up the towel and giving me a view of her from behind. I was still on the bed, breathing hard, my first sexual encounter with a woman leaving my mind blank. She leaned over, tits heaving, and gave me kiss.



"I really needed that," she said. She looked me over as I lay there, panting. She bent over and kissed me, her tits dragging across my shirt as she moved lower and kissed the shaft of my dick. I was covered in her wetness and my semen, which spread over her lips as she kissed my flaccid member over and over. She ran her tongue up and down it, and slowly it came back to life. She then sat up, stroking me as she wiped her mouth.

"I guess I need a little more," she said with a giggle. She stroked me until I was completely hard, and then crawled onto the bed. She put her shoulders down, head to the side, and raised her ass in the air. She parted her legs slightly, and her pussy dripped a mixture of wetness and cum as she waited.

I got up behind her on my knees, my hands shaking a little from the excitement. The view was marvelous as I approached her. I slid the head of my dick against her Pussy until it popped in an inch. She gasped loudly, and I penetrated her fully.

"That's it," she said. "Go deep."



I obliged, thrusting into her. She was beside herself, her pussy tightening as I kept thrusting, my hips slapping her ass and making it jiggle. She came, crying out as I kept going, her voice deep and throaty as she moaned. I was self-conscious about all the noise, but no one was home, so I kept going. She came a fifth time, her pussy contracting even harder, and I finally lost it. While less intense, my second orgasm was still powerful, and I emptied what cum I had left into her as I pushed as deep as I could. I pulled out of her, my cum rushing out in a torrent. She sat down on the bed next to me, her chest heaving.

"The benefits of youth," she said sweetly to me as she kissed me on the cheek. I stood up, a river of cum running down her thigh. She wiped it off with the towel she had worn.



"See you later," she said sweetly, and left the room. Minutes later I heard her car engine, the need for me to relieve my sexual tension long gone. I lay on the bed for some time. I felt like my nerves were rewiring themselves; everything felt different. The bed sheets on my skin, the dried cum all over my dick, the air from my fan blowing over me; it was all new. Finally, after an hour, I sat up. My muscles felt like they had never been used before. I was figuring out a whole new sensory experience after having fucked—or, really, having gotten fucked by—Anita. I looked in the mirror, my dick slowly regaining some vigor as I played the morning over in my head. Soon my dick was throbbing, but the idea of jerking off so soon seemed like a waste. Instead, I got a new pair of jeans out of the dresser and headed downstairs.

When Divyanka came home I was reading a book on the couch. I had resisted the urge to jerk off but thinking about Anita all day had kept me hard and leaking pre-cum all over the inside of my jeans. She dropped her bag on the table and set next to me on the couch.

"Big day?" she asked casually.



"No," I said quickly, then added, "I mean, not really."

"Cool," she said, nodding. "Hey, Anita sent me a text; she says you were very sweet and helped her out."

"Oh," I said, "yeah. It was no big deal."

Divyanka shifted in her seat, turning to face me. She threw her legs across mine, something she had done a hundred times. I jumped from the contact, and she laughed.

"Why so twitchy?" she teased.

"No reason," I said a little too defensively.

"Alright," she said, waving her hand. She looked at me. "I just thought you'd be more relaxed."

"What's that mean?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to work out what she meant.



"Oh, nothing," she said dismissively. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

"Wait," I said, sitting up. She withdrew her legs and stood up. "What did you mean, you thought I'd be relaxed?"

Divyanka blushed, turning to the window to avoid making eye contact. I stood up, a feeling of dread rising up inside me. "Oh, you know," she said. "Just because, I guess, maybe helping out Anita wasn't such a bad thing...you know." She raised her eyebrows, leading me to the logical conclusion that she knew.

"I mean," she said, now talking from nerves more than anything else, "I'm not mad or anything. You're an adult, so what do I care if my friend comes over and you two...you know."



"You knew?" I said, my voice raising. "Did you know beforehand?"

"Um...yeah," she said, not meeting my eyes. In a low voice she added, "it was sort of my idea."

"What?" I said, my hands gesturing as I spoke. "You set me up with your friend?"

"I thought you wouldn't mind," Divyanka said. "I mean, I've seen you look at her."

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"Yes, but didn't you think you should maybe ask me?" I said, my temper flaring.


"I don't know why you are getting so mad," she said defensively. "I mean, you just got some."

She hit a nerve. "Yeah, I did. But if I was a girl, and you were my stepdad, and sent one of your guy friends over to fuck me, would that be okay?"

I had hit a nerve in return, it seemed, because she threw her hands up. "Oh my god, I get you some action, while helping out a friend, and you flip out! I mean, she's been climbing the walls, needing it, and I thought you'd be more than happy to help. It's not like it was your first time, I'm sure."



I said nothing, and the realization crept across her face. "Shit," she said. "I thought...I always assumed by now you had..." She sat down. "I should have asked you first."

"Yeah, you should have," I said bitterly. "And now I can always remember that my first time was with my stepmom's best friend, because she needed to get laid and my stepmom lent me out."

My words hit her like a slap in the face. "I didn't mean it to be like this. I thought you'd enjoy yourself, get some from a hot woman. I didn't know it was your first time. And I should have talked to you first, asked you if you would have wanted to. I'll...I'll do anything to make it up to you. Name it, and it's yours."

"How about a blowjob?" I said, my voice full of acid.



I said the words to sting, and they did. The tears already welling in her eyes started to spill down her cheeks. She said nothing, but stormed passed me, rage etched in her features, as she grabbed her purse and left the house. I heard the door slam and I sat down hard on the couch, my heart hammering in my chest.

I had meant to hurt her with those word, to turn the situation around on her, but I still felt guilty for having said them. On one hand, I had enjoyed Anita, but I was still humiliated that my stepmom set the whole thing up. I bet Anita's shower worked just fine. I sat around fuming for a while, then went and showered for a long time. I thought about Anita but then I kept getting mad about Divyanka, and finally left the house to get something to eat. When I returned Divyanka still wasn't home. Finally, still mad, I went up to my room and played video games, trying to get my mind off of everything.

Around eleven at night Divyanka knocked on my door. I said nothing as she slipped into the room. She looked like she had been crying a long time. Despite what she did, she was my stepmom, the only family I had. My anger at having been set up ebbed, and I felt like I needed to offer an olive branch.



"Listen, about what I said," I began, but she interrupted me.

"I'll do it," she said, walking across the room and sitting on the floor across from me. When it was clear to her I didn't understand, she continued. "A blowjob. I'll do it. I humiliated you and...and it's fair."
"Divyanka, really, I didn't mean it," I said, not really processing what she was saying.

"No, listen to me," she said. "I did something pretty terrible. You're right, everything you said was right. Even if it wasn't your first time, it was callous of me just to assume you'd be ready to go, even if Anita said you didn't hesitate," she laughed, but grew serious. She paused, straightening her posture. "So, I'm going to give you a blowjob, as a way of saying I'm sorry."



"Divyanka," I said, "you're upset," but again she cut of me off.

"What I did was demeaning and unfair. So I'm going to do what you suggested. Maybe your dick in my mouth will make up for what I did."

I had never heard her talk like this. "You're serious, aren't you?" I said.

She nodded. "Yes, dead serious. I owe you a blowjob."

"Right now?" I said, as my voice cracked.

"No," she said, laughing. "In a few days. I need to mentally prepare for it."

"Then don't do it," I said.

"Oh, I'm going to do it. When I put my mind to something, I don't back down. But even though I owe you this blowjob, and I'm doing it willingly, you have to grant me a few days of processing what I'm about to do to my stepson, okay?"



"Okay," I said. She was tired and upset. I knew she didn't mean it, so I agreed to let her process things. Tomorrow, I was sure, she'd tell me she had not meant it, and I would tell it that it was all okay.

She stood up, smoothing out her wrinkles in her jeans. "And don't think I'm going to change my mind." She bent forward and kissed the top of my head, her cleavage in my face. My dick twitched to life, and then roared to attention as I thought about what she actually said. She walked out of the room, pausing to say goodnight before disappearing down the hall.

I woke up late, having stayed up late thinking about the day's events. I abstained from jerking off, even though I desperately wanted to. I still expected Divyanka to come to her senses, or at the very least back out in a panic, but the idea of touching myself still paled in comparison to Anita fucking me or the thrill of Divyanka's suggestion. Even though I knew she hadn't meant it, the idea that she would even propose such a bargain was pretty erotic. I wondered, if she was serious, if I could go through with it. Less than ten seconds of contemplation told me that, yes, without a doubt, I could. I got dressed in the jeans Anita rubbed up against and headed downstairs. Divyanka was up, bustling about the house as she always did when she wasn't working.

"Good morning," I said, stretching.

"Good morning," she replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're not still raging mad at me. I'm really sorry about what I did."



"Let's not rehash it," I said kindly. "Thank you for apologizing."

She smiled back. "Thank you for accepting it," she replied. She came around the counter wearing a tank top and short khaki shorts. While Divyanka's tits were the main attraction, she did have a cute butt, which was rare on women as tall and slender as she. I appreciated her toned legs a lot and was glad to see her in shorts. My dick twitched, reminding me of her bargain. "I'm guessing you've come to your senses about the blowjob you offered me last night?"

"If you don't want one, then say so, because I've made up my mind and I'm going to do it. In a few days, if that fits your schedule." She laughed, tossing her bangs to the side with a flip of her head.



"Oh," I said. "I didn't think you were really going to ..."

"Suck your dick?" she said each word separately, letting the words hang in the air with a wave of her hand. "Of course, I am. I've never backed away from a promise, sexual or otherwise."

"Do you have a history of making sexual bargains?"

"No," she said simply with a shrug. "I mean, once or twice, sure. But never to gain anything. More often than not it's because I lost a bet or something. Like the time I made a bet with my friend in college. He'd been wanting and scheming to get me into bed for years. And we made a bet during the playoff game that his team would beat mine. The deal was that if my team won, he'd paint my apartment. And if his team won, we'd do it once. And we had a party to watch the game. As the score went toward his favor I admit I got pretty wet. With all of our friends there, it got me even wetter. I knew by halftime it was over, so I took him back to my bedroom and let him take me from behind, you know, doggy style."



To hear Divyanka talk about sex like this, so frankly and explicitly, had me hard. She continued, as if this was as normal as talking about her work day.

"It wasn't great, the sex, that is. I mean, I entered into it willingly, that's not what I was implying. But he was really bad at it. At least he was quick. The worst part was that the fourth quarter turned around and my team won. So he got some for no reason. That's what I get for jumping the gun."

"Wow, that's...um, kind of crazy. And hot."

"Thanks," she smirked. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Clearly," I said.

She looked down at my pants, and saw the erection straining underneath. "Enjoy the story?"

I blushed, but she continued, "Oh, come off it, Abhi. I understand how those things work. Besides, that thing is going to be in my face soon, so why be embarrassed."

I paused, then said, "I guess I didn't think about that. You're going to actually see it."



"That's how it usually works," she said with a laugh. "Unless you want it totally in the dark."

"No," I blurted out.

She laughed. "I didn't think so. Any other ground rules we need to set before the deed?"

"Well, okay," I said. "Naked or clothed?"

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"Clothed," she said firmly.

"Eye contact?"

"Sure," she said with a wink.



"Do I have to warn you before I come."

"Nah, most of the time I don't get a warning. I mean, I can usually tell when it's about to happen anyway."

"Swallow?" I asked hesitantly. She paused, biting her lip, contemplating her response.

"I owe you," she said. "So I'll swallow, or try to, anyway. Deal?" She extended her hand.

"Deal," I said, shaking it. "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Oh, believe it," she said with a grin. "Since I ruined your first time, and all."



"Well, I mean, doing it with Anita wasn't horrible," I said. "Actually, it was pretty nice." I worried that telling her that would ruin my chance at a blowjob.

"I still should have just asked you if you'd be willing. So, I still owe you. By the way, Anita was very, very complimentary."

"Really?" I said, blushing.

"She didn't go into too much detail, but let's just say she had a great time. Several times."

"Yeah," I said, not meeting her eyes. "It was pretty intense."

"But I really am sorry," she said. "The BJ is just part of making amends."

"Part?" I said.

"Sure," She said, standing up. "I know you like it when I wear shorts around the house, so I wore them." She turned once, giving me a good view of her ass. Her shorts were so small that the bottom of her firm butt almost peeked out from them. She sat back down with a flourish, her long legs propped up on the coffee table.



"And before you ask how I know," she continued, "I'll just tell you right away that it's pretty obvious that you walk around with an erection all day. I know it isn't always because of me, but I figure, at least some of time, it must be right? That's why I guessed that Anita might get lucky with you, I knew you weren't afraid of elder women."

"You're not that old," I said quickly.

She laughed. "True, but old enough. And to continue my reparations, let's watch a movie tonight, your pick. We can even watch that French one you're so fond of, the one you kept sneaking up to your room when you were younger."

I stammered a reply, but she just laughed and continued. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen it before, it's pretty steamy. And since you and I share laundry duty I know what you do all night. Don't worry about it. We all get ourselves off, right?"

"You do?" I asked.



"I do," she said simply. "Everyone does, unless they are lying about it. It's just easier for us girls to conceal the evidence, and whether or not we're aroused. You poor guys have to walk about with tent poles in your pants." She eyed my erection again and stretched.

"Well, now that we've set the ground rules, I'm heading out for a while. I'm cooking your favorite dinner tonight." She leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head. She left the room, and moments later I heard her pull out of the driveway.

I didn't wait to go upstairs. I had unzipped my jeans and freed my dick immediately. It was rock hard, pulsing, and dripping pre-cum. I ran my hand up and down the shaft slowly, using my own arousal as lubrication. My mind was buzzing, unable to focus, and I was halfway to an orgasm when I let go violently. I did not want to come, not yet. I want to build up, to really explode for her. I let my orgasm fade away and began again, stroking in earnest but stopping short of coming. I did this three more times, until I was in agony, and then got out of bed. I walked around the house naked and did some chores, my dick throbbing and dripping pre-cum everywhere. I was thankful for tile floors. When my dick finally shrank down I started to stroke it again, building myself up and stopping. Finally, after hours of getting close, I stopped altogether, and let everything subside and got dressed.



When Divyanka came home I was on edge. I felt a dull ache in my pants, half pleasurable, half uncomfortable. She still had her tiny shorts and tank top on, and she cooked me my favorite dinner, drinking white wine in the kitchen as she cooked. I sat with her, enjoying talking to her and enjoying the view. After dinner she pulled out the French movie I had snuck up to my room so many times. She grinned as put it on, dbanging her legs across me as she always did. I was a little jumpy, and my erection had me leaking more pre-cum than usual. The movie was about a young man discovering sex with his neighbor, and then her mother. It was very erotic, with enough full frontal to be enticing to a teenager. I still found it thrilling to watch.

"This is pretty steamy," she said lazily. She shifted a little, her leg moving up my thigh. I twitched, and rested my arm on her calf to keep her from accidentally bumping my erection. On screen, the young man was talking to his neighbor's mother, her flirtation obvious. In a few minutes she'd invite him inside, and then unbutton her blouse a few buttons when he isn't looking. The would end in a sex scene that usually got me off.

"I can't believe we even bought this movie," she said. "It's so raunchy."



"I don't mind it," I said. I knew there was a scene later in the movie where he gets a blowjob from the neighbor's mom, and I wondered if she remembered that scene. "Do you think it's weird?"

"The movie," she asked. "No, just a little silly."

"I meant the BJ," I said. "I mean, you're my stepmom."

"Ah," she said, adjusting her head to look at me. "I see what you mean. No, not really. If you can keep a secret, I've done worse. My sister and I borrowed our stepbrother's car when he came home from college one year. And we wrecked his car. It wasn't totaled, but he'd have to go back to college without it for a while. He was pretty mad but didn't let us know. I felt really bad. And so, after a night of drinking a little too much, I offered him a Handjob to repay what we did to his car. I thought he'd say no, but he went for it, so I went down on him.



"What I didn't know is that my sister  had the same idea, but when she brought it up to him the next day, I guess I had given him so much confidence that he talked her into going all the way. So, while all I did was a BJ, she got taken from behind over the kitchen table. I guess I got off easier, so to speak." She laughed at her little joke, and then turned back to the movie as if what she had just told me was as mundane as a shopping list.

I had missed the first sex scene, but I didn't care. Hearing Divyanka tell me that story had my dick and heart throbbing. To know she had sucked her stepbrother, had broken some kind of societal norm, and had at least twice used sex as a tool, made me view her in a different light. Part of me—most of me actual—expected her to change her mind. I was, until that point—convinced that the blowjob was probably not happening. But now that uncertainty was gone, and I was nervous.

The movie continued, but Divyanka fell asleep, her legs dbangd on me still. The movie ended with the young man in bed with the neighbor, the mother spying through the door, her face inscrutable. I shifted her legs to move, and she partially woke, her eyes still closed.

"Movie over?" she muttered. "I'm sorry I fell asleep." She was half out of it.



"It's ok," I whispered. "Do you need help up to bed?"

She nodded, her eyes still closed. "She reached out lazily, and I tried to help her up. She got up and started to slip back down. "I'll just sleep here," she muttered, flopping onto the couch. "Good night."

She flopped heavily onto the couch, her tits jiggling under her shirt. Her legs were spread out, one hanging off the couch while the other was propped up by cushions. As I looked her over I could see up her shorts. The light blue cotton fabric of her underwear was soaking wet. I stared as long as I dared, and then headed to my room, my dick dripping precum down my leg.

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slept in the next morning. I woke up with a raging erection but fought the temptation to deal with it. I lay there, my pants on the floor, feeling the cool fabric against my engorged member. I was in a state of constant arousal, leaking precum everywhere. I wondered if it would be better to jerk off, just to relieve the pressure. I also wondered if my long wait would make me last only a second or two in Divyanka's mouth. I picked up my phone to look up the effects of abstention on stamina, when I noticed I had several text messages from the night before. My alerts turn off in the evening, so I had missed them.


I unlocked my phone and opened the message app. I had several unread messages from an unknown number. The first read "Hi, it's Anita." The second read "I had a good time, and I was hoping you were up for some for fun." My dick twitched, and I felt even more pre-cum run down the shaft. The third message said "If you need a little incentive..." and was followed by a picture. It was of Anita, her shirt pulled down and her tits out. They were massive, inviting. The final message was also a picture. She was nude, turned to the side, showing me the side of her breasts as well as her curvy hips and round ass.



I texted back "Definitely." Then, thinking a bit, I added, "You look amazing."

She must have been on her phone, because seconds later she replied. "Thank you! I thought you'd like them...Are you free soon?" There was a pause as she sent her next message, which was a picture of her lying in bed, topless, and a text that read, "I feel like skipping work."

"Good morning," I head from the door. I dropped my phone, adjusting the sheet over my dick. Divyanka stood in the door frame, looking at me. "Did I interrupt anything?"

"No," I said, "Just waking up."

"I see," she said. She was dressed for work. I fidgeted, trying to hide my erection. She walked into the room and sat on the bed. "Any plans today?"



"No," I said, shaking my head. I realized my sheets had wet spots from all of the pre-cum, but I tried not to draw attention to them.

"Good. Tonight, let's watch a different movie. My pick, okay?" She leaned forward to kiss me on top of the head. Her shirt opened, showing me her cleavage. She noticed my eyes, and I turned red. "Sneaking a peak, huh? She was still leaning forward and raised her head and lowered her torso, showing even more of her cleavage. As she did, she right arm bumped against my rigid member.

I stammered an apology but she just laughed sweetly. "I know how they work, Abhi. You can't hide that thing under a thin sheet." She paused, bumping it again with her arm. Then she sat up, biting her lip. She had a mischievous look on her face. She got up and then sat down softly on my lap. Her ass pressed against my dick, pinning it against my stomach.



"The first time I sat on someone's hard on," she said sweetly, "I was surprised, but I pretended not to notice." She ground against me subtly, grinning. She wore leggings, so there was minimal fabric between us. Her flowery top cascaded over her hips. I was trapped as she sat right on my dick, her ass gently rubbing against me. "It's amazing that something so soft can get so hard," she mused. She kept barely moving, her ass pressed against me.

I couldn't take it anymore. Days of not touching myself, days of sexual frustration and anticipation erupted from deep inside me. I came, my dick pulsing violently against her ass. My dick kept pulsing, flooding the sheet around me, soaking through it. Divyanka took it all in stride, as if this were completely normal. She remained still as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me, and then stood up. There was a massive wet spot on her black leggings. She looked them over, and then at the mess on the sheets.

"I'm going to change, then I'm going to work," she said. She kissed me on the cheek, lingering as I looked down her shirt. "See ya, Abhi," she said sweetly.



She gave me a grin and left the room. I lay there for a bit, and then picked up my phone and sent Anita a text message. "Are you free in an hour?"

After Divyanka left I showered and headed over to Anita's house. She greeted me in a white t-shirt and faded jeans. The jeans were low-rise, and her shirt was cropped so a bit of her midriff was showing. Her wide hips swayed as she led me into the house.



"I'm glad you wrote me back," she said, looking over her shoulder. Despite having come a massive amount an hour beforehand, I was hard just looking at her. I knew that she talked to Divyanka, but I didn't know if she knew that I knew about it. That convoluted logic had me thinking as I got ready to see her. I wondered just how badly Anita wanted to get laid. I figured pretty badly, so I pressed my luck. I stepped close to her, putting my hands around her waist. She stopped walking, and I pulled her close to me. I pressed against her from behind, sliding my hands under her shirt. I lifted her shirt off in one motion, tossing it over my shoulder as I turned her around. She had nothing underneath, and her impressive tits were heaving with each breath.

I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her close. This action was so familiar, so forward, and she responded in kind. She pressed against me as I unzipped her jeans. She had nothing on underneath them as well, and my hand slid over her bushy pubic hair—already damp—and over her wet Pussy.



"What do you want to do?" she whispered in my ear. "I'm yours."

"I have some ideas," I said, unzipping my jeans. Without hesitation she dropped to her knees and pulled my dick out. She immediately took it into her mouth, moaning as it slid into her mouth. I held her hair gently, guiding her as she sucked my dick. Her tits swayed as she moved back and forth, her hands on my ass as she took me deep into her mouth. I stepped back, enjoying the view as she sucked me on her knees. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and held it up. She nodded, leaning back on her hands as I snapped a few pictures of her like that. Then I kicked off my jeans and pulled off my shirt. I helped her up, and then surprised her again by scooping her up into my arms. She laughed as I held her, her tits pressed against me.



"Bedroom's upstairs," she said, her voice almost inaudible. I carried her upstairs to the bedroom, setting her gently on the bed. She spread her legs, her chest heaving in anticipation. She was dripping wet, and I wanted to taste her. I knelt between her legs and then went down, my tongue gliding over her Pussy.
"Oh fuck, yes," she cried out as my tongue encircled her clit. She clamped down on me with her thighs. I licked her clit with focused intensity, while I gently probed her pussy with two fingers. I slid into her, feeling the upper wall of her pussy until I heard her moan out loud. I concentrated my fingers' efforts there while licking her furiously, and soon I felt the walls of her pussy pulse hard around my fingers. She cried out, clamping harder with her thighs, bucking her hips. I held on through her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of her losing control. I kept licking, thrusting with my fingers, and she came again, moaning my name as her whole body shook.



"Stop," she cried, and I sat up. My face dripped with her wetness. "I want you inside me right now," she said. I knelt between her and guided my swollen member into her. I slid in effortlessly. She was so wet I could hear myself penetrate her. She gasped once I had entered her completely. I leaned back and started to thrust into her. Her tits shook as our bodies slapped together. She made a whimpering sound, and I leaned forward, bracing myself with my arms as I collapsed against her. I ground right against her clit, my mouth searching over her tits, gently biting her nipple as I buried my face in her soft flesh.



The clit grinding did the trick, and she came. She wrapped her legs around me as I thrust against her, feeling her pussy grip my dick as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She cried out, whimpering and moaning as I kept thrusting into her. I was getting close and I wanted to enjoy myself longer, so when her climax ended I pulled out of her. She was breathing hard, and I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. She raised her ass in the air, parting her legs slightly. Her pussy was dripping strands of wetness. My dick was covered in her wetness, and as I got behind her to guide myself back in even more came out of her.

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"Fuck me hard," she said, her voice hoarse. I obliged, thrusting into her, making her ample ass jiggle as I slapped against her. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, holding it in my right hand as my left hand held her ass. She arched her back as I fucked her hard, her pussy tightening as she came yet again. She moaned louder, calling my name, and I lost it. I knew I was about to come, and I thrust deep into her and erupted. She fell forward and I popped out of her pussy, still shooting cum. Thick ropes of it flew up her back and splattered her ass. She laughed as I kept coming, coating her with it. Despite having come an enormous load earlier, it seemed I had a lot left in me.



I fell down next to her, my dick pressed against her thigh. We were a sticky mess, glistening with sweat and breathing hard. She rolled onto her side to face me. Her thighs were wet from her pussy, and her messy hair was just about the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

"Mmmm, thank you," she said lazily, running a hand over her left breast. I rolled onto my back as she got out of bed, walking to the mirror and pulling her hair up in a bun. I watched the cum drip down her back and off her ass as she spoke. "Listen, Abhi, this is fun, right? I want to be honest with you, to let you know that this is really great, but I'd like to keep it like this. Just sex."



I nodded, my chest heaving. She walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. Her pussy was still leaking, leaving a mess everywhere.

"Good," she said. "Because this, this is pretty amazing." She gestured at the two of us. "Can I see you again soon?"

"Yes," I said, sitting up. I was spent, a complete mess, and oddly enough, hungry.

"I'll text you," she said, kissing me once. "I've got to get to work," she sighed. "And I've got to seriously clean up."

When I got home I ate voraciously and then took a long shower. I was glad that Anita wanted to keep things completely physical, because I didn't know how I'd be able to date a 38-year-old woman anyway. I was happy to provide what she needed, because most men of any age would give anything for one chance with her. While I showered she had sent me a photo of herself fresh from the shower, with the caption "I'm still dripping wet." I knew what she meant. My dick roared back to life as my mind replayed our morning together.



When Divyanka came home from work I had been walking around with an erection for hours. It had ebbed and returned throughout the day, and when she changed from her work clothes it was back to full attention. She had a pleated skirt and a tank top on, her long legs catching my attention. Her sandy hair fell in front of her eyes, and each time she flipped it away I felt an emotion I could not describe. It was more than lust, and certainly not guilt.

We talked about our day, and then she took me out to dinner. It was an open-air restaurant that overlooked a lake, a quiet place where we sat in a corner table in relative isolation.

"So, about this morning," she said. "I hope that was okay. You're not upset, right?"

"Um, no," I said. "Of course not. I was surprised, sure, but not mad. I mean, it's been a weird week, right? You send your friend over to get some, without telling me. Then you say you'll go down to repay me, and then today you sit on it and I come. I mean, you've got to take these things in stride."



She laughed, "I'm glad, because it has been a weird week. When I set it up with Anita, I worried if I was doing the wrong thing. And then, well, let's just say it's taken a lot to get to where we are. Besides, you looked like you were going to explode for days. I wanted your blowjob to last more than ten seconds.

"Once I blew a boyfriend after he had been gone for a week. I don't think I even got it past my lips when he came. Which was fine and all, but if your stepmom's going to suck your dick, I think it should last a little while, so I can really make amends for not talking to you about Anita first."

We ate and made small talk, the whole time that indescribable feeling coming and going. When we got home she made a bowl of popcorn and put on a movie. It was also French, one I had never seen before. She sat sideways next to me, throwing her legs over me. Her skirt was already short, and it rode up a bit as she got comfortable, so her bare thighs almost up to her ass were visible. The movie was subtitled and opened with a young man sitting on the beach, naked. He was probably in his early twenties but was playing a few years younger. He was reading, his eyes occasionally scanning the horizon.



The scene cut to the water, where a woman was emerging from the surf. She was nude, a curvy brunette with massive tits and wide hips. The camera closed in on the water dripping off her tits and bushy pubic hair. These French, they know how to make a movie, I thought to myself. Divyanka shifted a little, one leg sliding toward my knees and one sliding closer to the erection that strained against my jeans. The movie shifted cameras back to the young man, whose dick was now erect as he looked at the woman approaching him. The dialog started, and I almost jumped in my seat.

It was his stepmother.

They spoke as the woman on screen sat next to him on the towel, seemingly oblivious to his erection. The scene shifted to the evening, where the woman was in the bathroom, showering, and he was watching her through a crack in the door. Divyanka's leg bumped my erection accidentally, and I put my hand on her knee to stop her. My eyes roamed over her legs, and her tits which were almost vacuum sealed in her tight tank top.

"Interesting movie choice," I said.

"Hmm," she replied absentmindedly. "Oh, yeah. I saw this years ago. I thought you might like it, since you have a thing for French movies." She emphasized the word French and slightly adjusted her legs on mine. My hand moved up her thigh involuntarily.



We watched the movie in silence. The popcorn sat on the coffee table, untouched. The movie plot was straightforward. Stepmom and stepson on holiday. Lots of nudity because its French. He keeps making overtures at her, and she ignores them, but secretly she is attracted. The movie's climax—so to speak—was when the stepmom enters his room. She had a thin robe on, and dropped onto the floor with a flourish. Then she takes off his pants, and there was a simulated sex scene between them. The scene ended and Divyanka paused the movie. She sat up, pulling her legs off of me. I was about to ask her what was up when she turned to face me, and put her hands on my zipper.

She grinned and unzipped my jeans. Wordlessly she reached in and freed my dick. It sprang out, ready and dripping. She then got on her knees on the couch and leaned forward. Her tits rested against my thigh and her ass was in the air as she kissed the shaft of my dick. Her wet lips pressed against my dick, and she ran her tongue along its length. I leaned back as she took me into her mouth as far as she could, and then released me altogether. She sat up on her knees, grinning. Her lips glistened.

"Take off your pants," she said quietly. I slid them off, kicking them onto the floor. She bent over and resumed, taking me in her hand and working the shaft with a gentle grip as she bobbed up and down. Her tits kept rubbing against me, her tank top showing a great deal of cleavage. Her pleated skirt shifted, sliding up her back and revealing black cotton underwear. My hand ran over her short hair as she sucked my dick slowly, pausing every so often to give it a few good strokes. I ran my hand up her back and over the top of her ass. As I did, she let go of my dick and took it even further into her mouth. She paused as I reached the back of her mouth, focusing her movements there.



She moaned softly as she continued to suck me, twisting her hand around my shaft as she bobbed up and down. I gripped her ass harder, knowing that I was getting closer to coming. She took me out of her mouth, gripping my shaft hard, and slid her lips over the length of my dick. I came, spurting a thick rope of cum high in the air. In landed in her hair, and as the second burst of cum issued out of me she opened her mouth and took me back in as that second rope hit her cheek. She swallowed as I kept coming, my dick pulsing in her mouth.

"Oh my god," I said, sinking hard into the couch as I kept pumping cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, and then lay her cum-splattered cheek on my thigh and curled up in a ball next to me. She reached for the remote, wordlessly, and started the movie again. The simulated sex scene continued, until they panned away, and I saw that the young actor had indeed penetrated the actress. They continued to actually fuck on screen for a minute, and then he grunted and came inside her. The scene faded to black.



The rest of the movie was about their sadness at vacation's end and a return to the regular world. There were hints that things would continue as the final scene faded to black. The credits scrolled past and Divyanka flopped onto her back, her tits jiggling in her shirt. She was still laying on my thigh, dried cum on her cheek and in her hair. She was inches from my flaccid dick, which still dribbled a little bit of semen onto my thigh and, now, into her hair.

"Even?" she said mischievously.

I nodded, and she grinned. "I can't describe how amazing that was. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she beamed. She was upside down from my perspective, and her blue eyes were brilliant and alive. That odd feeling returned, even in my sexually satisfied state. "After Anita, I wanted to make it up to you, but I didn't know how until you had the best idea of all time."



"Thanks," I said, laughing. "But, listen, I need to tell you something. Anita sent me some texts, and wanted to get together, you know. For some casual sex."