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The bus dropped off the twins at the end of their long driveway. They talked about classes and friends as they walked back to their new house. Once home, Shriya went off to the main living room to do some homework. There was a couch in there and Shriya liked to imagine a roaring fire in the fireplace, which was a cozy thought. Krishan said goodbye to his sister and hunted for his parents. This proved difficult as the mansion was quite expansive.




Eventually he found them in the west tower room, creating their punch list.

"Floorboards are loose here." Ganesh stroked his graying, blond beard as he surveyed the enormous, circular room. The windows looked out in all directions. He could see the east tower. It looked like Shriya was home as he caught a glimpse of a woman's shape moving about her room. "Some of the sills and jambs show rot. Not too bad."

"Got it." Anushka scribbled down on her pad of paper. "What about electrical?"

"Hey, Mom and Dad. I'm home." Krishan walked up the creaking stairway and entered the vacant tower room. He was huffing and puffing from walking all around the mansion. Krishan stopped, bent over, and put his hands on his thighs. The uncomfortable bulk of his dick made the circuit of the house even harder. His briefs weren't supportive enough and he now walked with an odd gait.

"Hey,. How was college?" Ganesh turned to look at his son.

"Good." Krishan looked up at his parents. They were in their dusty construction clothes.

"I see your sister's up in her tower already." Ganesh pointed out the window at the other turret.

"No, I think she's in the main living room doing homework." Krishan turned his gaze in the direction his father pointed, but didn't see anyone. "Maybe it was Hansika?"

"They went home this morning." Anushka tucked her pad of paper under her arm.

"Well it wasn't Shriya." He wondered if it was Nayanthara, but after he'd lost his virginity last night, Krishan didn't want to talk about her with his parents.



"Well, I hate to argue --" Ganesh squinted over at the other tower.

"Then don't." Anushka slapped Ganesh on the back and a cloud of dust rose in the air. She smiled at him and then at her son. Even in her ragged work clothes, Anushka was a beauty. "Tell us something that happened today at college."

"Well ..." Krishan straightened and sighed. He'd finally caught his breath. "I think I need new underwear. I was really uncomfortable. Especially during PE."

"That's a problem we can solve." Anushka handed Ganesh the punch list. "I'm going to help Krishan find some new underwear online." She walked toward her son, the loose floorboards squeaking a protest under her sneakers.



"I could really use your help, Anushka." Ganesh did need her help. It was a lot of house to cover.

"You'll be fine without me, honey." She took Krishan's warm hand in hers and led him back down the stairs. "It's not like Krish's going to steal me away, Ganesh," she called over her shoulder. Anushka laughed at that. It was an easy, friendly sound, like the ringing of merry bells.

"This isn't easy." Anushka scrolled the page on her laptop. "I mean, if we get the XXL, it'll just hang off your butt. You're still skinny everywhere but that one place."

"Over there, Mom." Krishan pointed at the screen and she stopped scrolling. "That iron strength micro boxer. It says it's made for men with big packages."

"It does, thank goodness." Anushka clicked on the link. "Good for up to seven inches when soft," she read. "How big is your thing, Krish?"



"I don't know." Krishan was suddenly aware that his shoulder was resting against his mom's shoulder as their chairs were side by side. The touch was almost electric. He leaned away from her a little.

"Come on. I know all men measure it. Especially teenagers. You must have measured it." She turned to look at him and tried to offer a reassuring smile like this was all perfectly normal, even though they both knew it was not.

"I didn't measure it." Krishan inhaled. Anushka's breath was sweet and her lips looked so plump and inviting. He'd kissed a few girls in his day, but none as womanly as his mother. Not even close. He looked up into her warm brown eyes. "Let's just get this one. I bet medium will fit."

"Nonsense, I'll get your father down here and he can show you how to measure it." Anushka stood, and walked toward the door.



"No, Mom. I'd die if I had to show it to him again." Krishan steepled his hands in prayer. "Can you just do it, please?"

Anushka stopped and looked back at him. He looked so sincere. "Fine. I'll go get the measuring tape in the kitchen. I'll be back in a minute."

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Shriya worked her way through her calculus. She sat cross-legged on the sofa, her phone playing white noise to help her concentrate. The cavernous room felt almost cozy.


"That math looks hard," an unfamiliar voice said. "I always tried to study in this room too. The fire always made it so snug and comfy."



Surprised, Shriya looked up to see a boy roughly her age leaning against the great timber mantel. Even more surprising, a fire now roared in the fireplace. The white noise on her phone shifted to the crackling and popping of a blazing fire. Shriya felt the room swim around her. Were those animal heads on the wall? But like in all dreams, she accepted the fantastical as mundane. The boy had short hair, freckles. "I'm sorry, who are you now?"

"I'm Sunny. And you are Miss ...?" Sunny bowed and raised his eyebrows, clearly looking for her name.

"I'm Shriya." She giggled. He had such strange affectations. "How old are you?" Shriya put her homework down on the coffee table and brushed her long hair behind her shoulders.

"I'm nineteen." Sunny finished his bow and leaned back against the mantle with an air of insouciance. "Always nineteen."

"Well, that's very strange. I'm eighteen, but not always." Shriya laughed again. "For example, just a few weeks ago I was seventeen."

"I see." Sunny smiled. "What sort of games do you like to play?"



"I don't know. Mostly 4x strategy games." Shriya looked around the room. Where had all the ornate furniture come from? The fire cast everything with an orange glow, but offered no heat.

"I don't know what that is, Miss Shriya."

"What games do you play?" Shriya smiled at this odd boy.

"I play carnal games mostly. Those are the most fun. Don't you think?" Sunny looked down at his trousers and there was an obvious bulge growing there. Soon it was an impossibly large tent.

"Oh, my. What's that?" Shriya's smile faded.

"Do you want me to show you?" Sunny shrugged out of his suspenders and reached down to unbutton his trousers.

"No. I don't want to see it." Shriya shook her head. "It's too big. Too big," she shouted.

"Shriya, sweetie?" Anushka's voice echoed around the room.



Sunny, the fire, and his other manifestations shimmered and then disappeared.

Anushka walked into the living room. "What's wrong, Shriya?" She had a measuring tape in her hand and a look of worry on her face. "I heard you shouting."

"It was just a bad dream." Shriya looked around the room in bewilderment. Everything was just as it'd been when she walked in a little while ago. "I just drifted off while studying." She picked up her homework off the coffee table.

"Oh, okay." Anushka nodded. "I'm going to go help your brother with something, then I'll check back in on you."

"Thanks, Mom." Shriya waved her off. The white noise on her phone crackled and popped.

"Sure, pumpkin." Anushka stepped back into the hall and headed back to the study.

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"Wow, Krish. Is it even bigger than yesterday?" Anushka kneeled in front of her son, tape measure in hand. She looked at that great hanging thing, a formidable leviathan not yet wakened from its slumber. Her gaze went behind it to those two tumescent balls. The rough flesh was crisscrossed with little purple veins running every which way.

"I don't think so." Krish looked past his mom at Nayanthara who quietly stepped in from the hallway and gently closed the study door behind her. She put a pale finger to her pink lips and smiled at Krishan. Her bustled dress made no sound as she gracefully stepped into the room.



"Well, let's get this over with." Anushka reached out with her left hand, hesitated, and then took hold of the soft shaft. "It's so warm." She brought the measuring tape up and unwound it. "Five, six, seven, eight inches. Goodness, Krish. You're longer than your father is when he's erect." Anushka hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Really?" Krish watched Nayanthara as she stood behind his mother. Nayanthara put her hands together and then slowly pulled them apart until there was more than a foot of distance between them. She nodded, and offered a sweet, proud smile when she saw that Krishan understood.



"Okay, eight inches it is." Anushka put down the measuring tape on the floor, but for some reason she hadn't yet released her son's penis. "Maybe those micro boxers will work. Seven is pretty close to eight."

"Uh, Mom." Krishan tried not to stammer. "We should ... see how long it is hard." Krish looked at Nayanthara as she vigorously nodded and then his gaze fell to his mom's pretty eyes. Three was a nervous tension in those eyes.

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"I don't think so, Krish." The color drained from Anushka's face. She bit her bottom lip. "Unless ... unless ... you think it's really important for your comfort."



"I need your help, Mom."

"Okay, okay, okay." Anushka took a deep breath and looked back down at the flaccid penis. "I'll help you this one time so we can get you the proper underwear." Her left hand made one tentative stroke up and down the shaft. She paused. And stroked again. And again. Pretty soon, she had a nice rhythm. She could feel the thing in her hand swelling as Krish's blood rushed into it. "There we go. Is it all the way hard yet?"

"Not ... yet." Krishan watched her boobs shake under her t-shirt as she worked frantically to get him all the way hard.



"Not yet? Okay, okay." Anushka grabbed him with her right hand too and worked both hands on the shaft together. She'd never given a handjob with two hands before, there hadn't been enough room on those other men. Oh, no, she thought. She was giving Krishan a handjob. It was really happening.

"You can ... measure ... now." Krishan panted and tried hard not to cum in his mom's unsuspecting face.

"Thank goodness." Still stroking with her left hand, Anushka reached down and grabbed the tape measure with her right hand. She should really stop the handjob now, but for some reason she couldn't. "Holy Moses, Krish. It's thirteen inches long." That was an unlucky number, she thought.

Behind Anushka, Nayanthara nodded encouragement to Krishan. With her stark, white hands, she made a motion like an erupting volcano. She mouthed the words all over her.

Krishan shook his head at the woman. "Mom ... you ... have to stop. Or ..."

"Sorry, Krish." Anushka's left hand finally stopped and she let go of the wakened leviathan. "Go take care of that in the bathroom."

Nayanthara frowned, and for a second her pretty, freckled face looked quite dark. She turned and walked to the study closet, opened the door and disappeared inside.



"Thanks, Mom." Krishan in only his t-shirt, stepped around his mom and raced to the study door. His giant cock bounced wildly in front of him. He opened the door and vanished down the hall on his way to the bathroom.

Anushka turned to watch him go. It was almost comical, how disproportioned he was. She took a deep breath and stood. She was about to turn back to her laptop and order Krishan some micro boxers when she noticed the open closet door. That was odd. She walked over to the door and put her hand on it to close it, but stopped when she saw what was hanging inside.

All by itself on a black hanger was a powder blue chemise and corset. lingerie. It looked a little unwieldly, but also quite pretty. Anushka wondered if Ganesh would like seeing her wearing that outfit. Then she wondered how Krishan would feel if he saw her like that. Would his thirteen inches harden when she presented herself to him? What was she thinking? That was crazy. But she would certainly wear it for Ganesh. Anushka turned and walked back to the laptop and ordered some new underwear for Krishan.



"What do you think, honey?" Anushka twirled for her husband in the middle of their bedroom. The kids were in bed, it was late, and Anushka felt lively for the first time in days. The perfect recipe for romance.

"I guess it has a certain, understated appeal." Ganesh looked her up and down from his position on the bed. The corset did push her boobs up, and the chemise did accentuate the contours of her hips. But it was certainly no Victoria's Secret. "Where'd you find that, again?"

"In the study closet." Anushka stood and cocked her hip to the side. She felt so sexy in that lingerie. Her pussy had started dripping the moment she'd fastened the corset.



"And you just put on someone else's lingerie?" Ganesh wondered how he'd ever get that getup off her.

"I washed it first, silly." Anushka gave him a pretend pout and stalked to the bed. "Come on, Ganesh. I want to feel your little thing inside ... your big thing. Your very big penis inside me." She crawled up onto the bed.

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"Very well, come and get it, Anu." Ganesh pulled her into an embrace. He tried not to let her see that her little thing comment had unnerved him. He had always been so confident in his size. Now, he wasn't sure. It took him longer than usual to get hard, but if she noticed, Anushka didn't say anything. They made sweet love in their new bedroom, and Ganesh was at least grateful that he lasted longer than usual. Almost seven minutes.

Anushka hid her disappointment well. For the first time in her life, she wanted more than what Ganesh could give. She tried to push those feelings aside and reassured herself that things would return to normal. But as she drifted off to sleep that night, her mind kept coming back to visions of her son's majestic penis, fully rigid in her trembling, delicate fingers.



A week passed to settled into their new home. Most of the odd occurrences that plagued them when they first moved in, had dissipated.

Anushka still did have daydreams, here and there, of holding Krishan's manhood. But they had lessened, and she expected that those thoughts would soon vanish entirely.

Krishan found his new underwear much to his liking. He hadn't seen Nayanthara at all since she'd encouraged him to cum on his mother and he'd declined. Nayanthara's absence did not sit well with Krishan. He'd settled on two alternatives. Either he was crazy, or Nayanthara was a ghost. Either way, Krishan thought she was amazing, and that sex was amazing, and he didn't want the specter that took his virginity to disappear forever.



Shriya didn't see Sunny again and that was fine with her. She liked the house, and grew quite fond of her tower room with its panoramic views of the sweeping grassland around their new house.

Monday evening was takeout time again. Without a functioning kitchen, they'd been eating a lot of take out lately. Ganesh worked away under the sink. He cursed as he banged his elbow into the panel behind where he was trying to put in the disposal. The board gave a little. He jostled it and then pulled it to the side. There was a compartment behind it with some old papers. He took them out and crawled from under the sink.

"Hey, Anu, check this out." Ganesh called over to his wife as she opened Styrofoam containers on the dining table. "Seems we now know the first owners. Vijay varma and Nayanthara built this house over the course of two years starting in 1884." He skimmed the papers and didn't notice the startled look on his wife's face.

"What dear?" Anushka recognized the name from her dream in the library. How had she known the name Nayanthara? It must have been buried in the home's disclosures and her mind had unconsciously cataloged it.



Krishan froze as he set the table. He wasn't crazy after all. Nayanthara was a ghost. He had to figure out how to get her back. The house was the best thing to happen to him. Ever.

"The Varmas, honey." Ganesh jabbed his finger at the browned paper. "It says they lived here for only twelve years before ..." Ganesh skimmed the page but couldn't find what he was looking for. "Before something happened and the mansion was inherited by Vijay's cousin." Ganesh put the paper down. "The Varma Mansion, huh? It has a nice ring to it." He walked to the dining room door and looked in at his family. "What are you all staring at? Do I have something in my beard?" He rubbed his beard vigorously.

"Nothing," all three mumbled back to him.

Gears turned in Anushka's mind as she rationalized these revelations away.

Krishan thought about how he might best communicate with the dead. He needed to coax Nayanthara back into his room.

Shriya thought of the boy by the fire. "Does it say anything about them having a son?"

"Not in these papers." Ganesh shook his head.

Shriya smiled to herself. To think she was worried about ghosts. How silly was that?

~~

Anushka found herself slipping out of bed in the dead of night. She shivered. She was naked and so very cold. Anushka stepped over to the closet and grabbed one of Ganesh's flannel shirts. Something called to her, a name whispered, snaking its way through the mansion's long hallways. She wrapped Ganesh's shirt around her and left the master bedroom. A deep ticking sound kept a steady rhythm. Out in the second-floor living room, Anushka found a great grandfather clock that had no business being there. It chimed midnight as she watched, with a strange, somber melody. She hugged the flannel shirt tightly around her and walked down the stairs.



In addition to the ticking of the incongruous clock, another beat kept rhythm in the house. It was a wet, smacking metronome, sounding down the west main floor hallway. Anushka followed the noise down the hall. On either wall were hung the strangest oil paintings. She stopped and looked at one. It was a family portrait of a stern man, a smiling woman, and a shy son. These artworks did not belong on Anushka's walls. She looked closer and recognized the smiling woman as woman from her library dream. The original owner of the house, Nayanthara.

Anushka's feet scuffed at the smooth floorboards as she shuffled past the mysterious locked room, past the study, past the second living room, and she stopped at the door to the library. It was cracked open and the slapping sounds echoed out of there. She hugged Ganesh's shirt tighter around her and pushed the door open. "Oh, my gosh." Her hand went to her mouth.



Inside the library, laying amongst the stacks of yet-to-be-shelved books, was a young man. He was on his back and completely naked. Riding him with long, languid thrusts was Nayanthara. With her dark nipples, and her myriad freckles she was quite a sight. But what made the scene truly shocking was the monster penis sawing in and out of her, and the contorted, lust-filled, expression on her face.

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"I'm dreaming." Anushka felt something trickle down her bare leg. She realized that her vagina was so wet that it was dripping. "Heavens." She put a hand between her legs, under the hanging flaps of Ganesh's shirt and felt her slit. She'd never been that wet before.




"Anushka ... " Nayanthara caught sight of the wife in the library doorway and her face lit in the sweetest smile. "You found me ... and ... uh ... uh ... uh ... Sunny." Her hips kept bouncing their steady rhythm. She held onto her belly with one hand and an engorged boob with the other. "You are dreaming and you are not dreaming."

Sunny did not look Anushka's way, but instead fixed his eyes on the wobbling, vigorous woman above him.

"You're so ... so ..." Anushka's hand moved between her legs. She would never have touched herself in real life, but in a dream it was okay.



"Eyes ... up here, darling." Nayanthara watched Anushka with some modest reproach. "It's never polite to stare at another woman's breasts." Nayanthara gave Anushka a wink. "But you like what you see, don't you? I offer you this and so much more. We already paid and received and the Devil took his due. Extend your approbation, good Anushka. You may have this too."

"No." Anushka shook her head and her fingers found her clit. Electricity moved up her spine. Her hand moved faster and Anushka felt her climax approach.

"Play coy, then, and watch Sunny fill his mother's womb yet again." Nayanthara thrust fitfully as Sunny grunted below her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he coated her insides.



"No. He can't be ..." Anushka grunted out her own glorious climax, hunching herself against her hand and letting Ganesh's shirt fall open. "... your son." Anushka cried out as her orgasm swept through her.

"Honey." Ganesh called to his wife from the master bath door. "You slept through the alarm. Time to get up."

"What?" Anushka opened her eyes. She was in bed with Ganesh's flannel shirt wrapped around her. What a horrible nightmare. She crawled out of bed and headed to the shower. She felt so dirty. She sighed. So very dirty.

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The rickety old shower in the bathroom across the hall from Krishan's bedroom was becoming Krishan's favorite place to fap. Shriya, in an effort to avoid his male teenage grossness, had taken the bathroom down at the other end of the second floor as hers. So, Krishan could fap away without being bothered. This was essential these days, because since he'd had his growth spurt that first night in the house, he'd needed to relieve himself several times a day.

Krishan was in the middle of his before-college-fap when a woman's voice breathed its way past his shower curtains. He froze.

"Such a mighty tool. A shame to use it as such." Nayanthara pulled back the shower curtain with slow persistence until her eyes could take in all of the eighteen-year-old.

"Thank God you're back, Mrs. Varma." Krishan stood there with water cascading over his thin body, both hands stationary on his dick. "I thought you might be gone forever."

"You disappointed me, Krish." Nayanthara smoothed out her bustled dress, her hands lingering on her bulging belly. A slight frown pulled her perfect lips down. "I made it very clear. You were to cover Anushka in your wonderful effluence. You refused me."



"But she's my mom." Krishan let go of his dick and reached out for the ghost. One of her ice-cold hands gently slapped him away.

"She is a sow, darling." Nayanthara, buoyed by her own words, smiled again. "A sow that you will sow with your great gift."

"I'm not sure what that means." Krishan stroked his dick. If she wasn't going to touch him, he'd at least get to look at this beautiful woman while fapping. "But I'm not going to do my mom."

"You are a recalcitrant young man, are you not?" Nayanthara reached into the shower and brushed one chilly finger down his arm. "I'll make you a deal. Get her to prime your release and I will take you to bed again. Bargain?"

"You want her ... uh ... to see me cum?" Krishan was close. His eyes went from that pretty, warm face down to the curve of her boobs hidden under her dress.

"I want her to coax your sperm. She must pull it out. I will accept that as payment for another tussle with you, dearie." Nayanthara faded into the steamy bathroom until there was nothing left of her.



"Maybe ... uh ... maybe ... okay." Krishan unloaded his balls onto the shower curtain and stood there gasping. He would do it. He needed to feel Nayanthara again.

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Several days passed quietly as Krishan mustered the courage to ask his mother for what he needed. He finally made his move Sunday afternoon. His dad was having his nap down on the sofa in the basement while football played in the background. His sister was out with some friends. He found his mom in the library, shelving books. Krishan stopped in the doorway. He took in the swell of her ample sideboob under her stained t-shirt and the womanly curves that her hips and butt presented in her jeans as she reached for a high shelf. She was a beautiful woman. He realized he'd always known this, but had placed those thoughts deep in the far-reaches of his mind.



"Hi, Mom." Krishan stepped into the room and stood next to a stack of paperbacks.

"Hello, pumpkin." Anushka tucked the book onto the shelf and turned to face her son. Her smile faded when she saw his face. "What's wrong?"

"Remember how you said to come to you if anything changed with ... my thing?" Krishan looked at the floor. "Well, it hurts and I can't seem to finish no matter how hard I try."

"Oh, dear." Anushka swept her brown hair out of her face. "Our  wouldn't approve of my saying this, but have you tried the internet?" Anushka tugged at the neck of her t-shirt. "You know ... porn?"

"I've tried."

"Oh, I see." Anushka thought for a minute. "Maybe it's time to go see that doctor."

"No, Mom. I know how expensive that is. And with all the house repairs ... I think I just need a little help to finish."



"You mean me?" She put her hand to her breast.

Krishan nodded.

"I touched you the one time so we could find you the right underwear." Anushka took an unconscious step toward Krishan. "To do it again would be a sin."

"Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him." Krishan smiled. "To help me is to help Him."

Anushka was going to refuse him again, but a sudden shift in energy flowed through her. She felt almost as if she stood before him in a dress and corset, rather than her ragged work clothes. "Oh, Krish. You always had a way with words. I can't believe I'm going to do this." She walked past Krishan and closed the library door. "We have to be quick. Your father will be up soon." She looked around the room but didn't see anything to catch the coming mess. "This old t-shirt will have to do as a rag." She pulled her shirt off and held it in her hand. Her breasts wobbled in their supportive bra. "Eyes up here, mister."

"Sorry, Mom." Krishan unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. His dick was hard and poking out the top of his underwear.



"Those mini-boxers look very supportive." Anushka stepped in front of Krishan and lowered herself to her knees. "They almost contain your hard thing." She giggled as she reached up and pulled down his underwear. Her giggles stopped dead when his penis sprung out in front of her. The purple head swayed only inches from her face. A small drop of precum dripped down. "Good, Lord. I hope this is the right thing to do."

"It is, Mom." Krishan stepped out of his underwear and stood before her in only his shirt. "It really hurts." Krishan knew that lying was also a sin, but despite his upbringing, he didn't have much of the fear of God in him.

"Let's get this done." She put her shirt by her knee, reached out with both hands, and placed them on his thing. It was astoundingly thick and the bulging veins pulsed slightly under her fingers. She carefully stroked him back and forth. Her dream from the other night came back to her. Nayanthara and her son Sunny copulating in this very room. Had that actually happened, or was her mind overwhelmed by life's changes? One thing Anushka knew, she'd never cheat on her husband. Especially with her own son. No amount of sweet talk could make that happen. "It's a very manly tool, Krish." Her hands moved faster on the shaft.

"Like Dad's?"

"Different." Anushka shook her head and looked up at her handsome son. "Let's not talk about your father. I don't think he'd approve of this."

"Yeah." Krishan put his hands on his hips and looked down at his mother's pretty face and her jiggling boobs inside her bra. "Probably not." He was happy Nayanthara had forced him to do this. His mom's handjob was quickly becoming his new favorite moment in this house.



They were quiet for a while as Anushka worked Krishan's dick. His precum had made his cock slick and the sound of wet hands sliding on skin was all they heard for a while.

"I see what you mean about not being able to finish. Are you close, Krish?" Anushka looked up at him with plaintive eyes. She wanted to complete her task before Ganesh woke and tracked them down.

Krishan grunted and shook his head.

"Oh, my. Well ..." She looked back down at the organ in front of her. "My mouth isn't cheating, right? And by helping you, I'm helping Him."

"Right ... uh ... Mom."

Just like that, she leaned forward and took him into her warm mouth. She rarely did this for Ganesh, and his thing was so different from Krishan's thing. It was awkward at first, but she persisted. She gave little bobs with her head, not daring to try to take more than the head. Eventually, she swirled her tongue too. After a while, she decided it wasn't so bad. Even the salty taste of his precum was something of a delight in its own way. "Mmmmmmmmmm." She groaned and murmured around his fat, purple head. She could see her wedding ring as it bounced and blurred with her hand's movement in front of her. It was okay, her mouth wasn't cheating.



The library was now filled with slurping and popping sounds. Nayanthara, unnoticed, watched from the shadows by the closet. She never tired of witnessing a mother's first suck of her son's cock. The spectacle was pure magic. Such moments were worth every bit of the Devil's due. The only thing better than watching a mother teeter on the edge, was watching her fall.

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"Mom ... you're going to ... uh ... make me ..." Krishan shook all over.

Realizing the moment had come, Anushka pulled her mouth off his thing with a pop and picked up her shirt. She held it up to his penis with her right hand, and continued to stroke with her left. "Finish, Krish. Please, finish."

"Moooooooommmmmmm." Krishan erupted.

Spurt after spurt of the hot, viscus liquid soaked into the shirt. Anushka could feel the pulsing force as it pushed against her right hand. His orgasm continued, and soon the shirt could hold no more and cum dripped between her fingers and down onto the wood floor. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh," Anushka repeated over and over. When he was done, the shirt, her hands, and the floor were a hot, sticky mess.

"Wow." Krishan took a long shuddering breath. "Thanks, Mom. I feel way better now."



"You're ... um ... welcome, Krish." Anushka's face was white as a sheet. "Don't tell ..." She took a couple of deep breaths. "Don't tell anyone about this. It's our secret, okay?"

"Sure." Krishan nodded, bent down for his boxers, and pulled them on. His hard dick poked out of the elastic waistband. He pulled his shirt over it and pulled on his pants. "It's a secret."

"Good, boy." Anushka took the t-shirt and tried to mop up the mess on the floor, but the cloth was too soaked with cum already. She'd need to go get a towel or something. "Now run along, Krish. I'll clean this up."

"Okay. Love you, Mom." Krishan turned and headed for the door.

"Love you too, pumpkin," Anushka said as she looked at her sticky, saturated shirt. She needed to clean up the mess before her husband wandered back upstairs.



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After that amazing blowjob from his mom, Krishan walked down the hall back to his room with a little hop to his step. This wasn't easy because he was still completely hard, and there was nothing any underwear could do to fully contain his engorged monster.

He opened the door to his room and there stood Nayanthara by the fireplace, wearing a blck chemise. When she saw him, a wide smile spread across her pale face and she hopped up and down, clapping her hands with joy.

"You did it, Krish." She gave a quick, excited laugh
. "I'm so proud of you."



"Thank you." Krishan stepped into his room and closed the door behind him. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face. "And thank you for asking me to do it."

"You're welcome, darling." Still smiling, Nayanthara stopped her jumping and lifted up the chemise past her hips. She wasn't wearing anything underneath and she exposed her triangle to Krishan. "There's nothing like a mother at service to her boy. Best thing  Don't you agree?" She turned her back to him, still holding up the chemise, and wiggled her pale butt.

"Yeah. That was great." Krishan pulled his pants down and took off his underwear. He removed his shirt and tossed it behind him. "Now do we get to do it?" His eyes fixed themselves on the twin, white globes of her ass.



"What a rambunctious boy." Nayanthara watched him over her shoulder with her captivating smile. She lowered herself to her knees on the rug by the fireplace and then leaned forward until she was on all fours, presenting her ass up in the air to Krishan. "Minutes ago, you were in your mother's mouth. Now you want more?" The chemise hung off her shoulders and back, hiding most of her swollen boobs below her.

"Yes, please." Krishan raced to the rug and knelt behind Nayanthara. He gently caressed the curve of her butt and shivered at her frigid skin.

"Very well. But first attend, Krish." She kept her  eyes on him, looking back over her shoulder. "Will you put your mother to her wifely tasks on your cock again?"



"I don't know." Krishan frowned. "I thought if I got her to do what we just did I could be with you again. That was my first blowjob and it was awesome. But ... I don't want to cross any lines with my mom."

Nayanthara laughed that high tinkling sound of hers, so filled with joy. "Silly, boy. The Rubicon is behind you. But never mind for now. You may have me. That was our deal and I am a woman of my word."

"So, can I ...?" Krishan grabbed his dick with his right hand and scooted in right behind her.

"You may."

Krishan pushed his dick into the chill of her soft flesh, but couldn't find the hole.

"I'd almost forgotten this is only your second time." Nayanthara reached behind her and grasped the purple head. "That hole you poke is only for special occasions, Krish. Until then, you get my crinkum crankum." She lowered his penis and slid it into her wet vagina. The heat of his member filled her.

"So ... good ... Mrs. Varma." Her icy insides enveloped him and sent shivers through his nervous system. He took hold of her wide, cold hips and thrust in and out.



"Yes, darling." Nayanthara looked down at her white hands on the dark floorboards and gritted her teeth against the onslaught. The twin diamonds on her wedding ring shone with the orange glow of a fire long since extinguished. "You may take all that you see. I honor my contracts and so does He."

Krishan grunted and plowed the ghost for a long time. He sent her through several shrieking orgasms. At first, he was worried that her screaming would bring his parents. But not so worried that he ever considered stopping. When his mom and dad didn't come rushing through his bedroom door, he completely forgot about them and just gave himself over to the bestial act. His narrow hips slapped up against her ample butt and the pleasure mounted and mounted.

"I'm going to ... cum ... in your pussy ..." Krishan didn't care that she was some sort of phantasm. Sex felt amazing and he never wanted to give it up. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh." He spasmed and released his load inside her.



"It's yours ... it's yours ...," Nayanthara hissed and pushed back against the young buck.

When his orgasm subsided, Krishan looked down to find Nayanthara gone. He hoped she'd be back soon. He stood, stumbled over to bed and tumbled forward on the sheets. Krishan fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of his mother falling, and falling. Forever falling. His nap was both thrilling and terrifying.



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I have always been amused reading all those sport Mayanti Langer  which kept coming in almost all the newspapers and magazines although I always read them first whenever I browsed anything. However, I was in for a big surprise a few days ago . I almost froze in surprise when my mother informed me that Mrs. Mayanti Langer was visiting us very soon. She used to be our neighbour in Mumbai since those days I could remember, before Dad was transferred to Cochin. She and my mother had a lot of other things in common, other than the fact that both the women were slightly on the bigger side.






She might be around 35 years now. I vividly remember round face which always sported a very pleasant smile as she moved around. Her proud possessions include her long dark hair which swayed below her waist and of course any description of her would be incomplete if it doesn't include her enormous well shaped breasts showing no signs of sagging after 7 years of married life. Typical of big beautiful women, she had huge ass cheeks which looked round and strong. She always evoked a sigh from young boys like me whenever she passed by.





She had become very popular , more so after her Sports Anchor stints in some  channels. She always used to call my mother to inform about her upcoming programs and needless to say, we never missed any of those. It was while watching her during one of that regular that I discovered how sexy she has begun to look. Although she seemed to have sacrificed her long hair resorting to a short cut just around her shoulders, she still looked like a sexy devil. She never seemed to be worried about her obesity as I discovered that her breasts had become gigantic to say the least. But, still I liked thinking about her.





Our house lit up immediately after her arrival although I was in college when she reached. As expected, she looked very huge although the grace in her face. She kept herself busy with my mother all the time, going out for shopping, sharing a few odd jokes, remembering their days together and so on. I also noticed that she kept watching me through the corner of her eyes whenever I crossed and I smiled to myself. I was convinced that I could evince some curiosity in her as I had grown stronger in the last few years. My regular swimming and tennis have pruned me up a bit and there were a few female onlookers who looked at me with some interest. Mayanti was none different, I thought.


Our house has always been a dream to live in with four bedrooms. My parents used one room at the ground floor while my Dad had converted the other into his office. The remaining rooms were upstairs out of which I was using one while the other remained vacant for the guests. I was thrilled once Mayanti moved in to the room right opposite to mine. I always kept the door closed while at home so that nobody else gets disturbed with the loud music which I always loved to listen. But, I had decided to keep the door deliberately open so that I can get a glimpse of Mayanti whenever she went in and out of her room. Surprisingly, she preferred to keep her own door open most of the time other than while she slept or when she was inside the bath. Needless to say, I was getting enough sneak views of the sexy woman.





But, I wasn't feeling unduly content watching the sexy lady just once in a while. I decided that I must watch her undress once and imagined how she would look like without even an inch of cloth on her. Surprisingly, I saw Mayanti moving towards the left side of her room, which meant that she was heading towards the bathroom although she did not close the door. She had a towel on her left shoulders suggesting that she was about to take a shower. I immediately got curious and thanked God for providing me with an opportunity to see her change, minutes after I had desired. I waited for a few minutes before standing up and walking out of the room. I ensured that there weren't anybody in the drawing room from where one can easily watch the movements between the two rooms upstairs. I rushed inside Mayanti's room in a flash and moved further towards the right side which was exposed to the road through very large glasses. Long curtains always hung from the roof till the floor so that nobody can watch the room from the streets. I went right behind a curtain at the right corner of the room and began waiting for Mayanti with my heart beating fast.

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It took another few minutes before Mayanti emerged from the bathroom with just the towel covering her body from half of her huge tits till just below her waist, enough to hide her womanhood. She strode straight to the door, closed it, latched it up and proceeded towards the mirror. Her hair hasn't gone as short I had thought as, once she loosened it, it came well below her shoulders. My eyes widened as she flipped off the towel from her body and stood naked in front of the mirror. Although I could see just up to her neck in the mirror from the position I was in, my eyes soon rested on her naked butt cheeks which looked extraordinarily huge without any cover. She inserted the plug of the electric hair dryer into the socket and began stroking the gun through her hair. My dick began swelling like a demon as she swung sideways revealing her huge tits in profile view. I saw her huge boobs had gone a bit saggy than they looked with the bra and blouse on, almost hanging down till her forearms. She had perhaps the biggest areolas I have ever seen. Her nipples were reasonably long and thick as well. Her tits shook whenever she moved and took their own time to settle even after she stayed still. My hand reached down to my boxer as if it was a reflex action as I held my throbbing erection with my fist just to contain. She seemed to be in no hurry to dress up as her dryer kept going for more than fifteen minutes. Just as I began thinking about how I should get out of the room, I heard her humming a naughty song and winking at her image in the mirror. I thought for a moment that she was getting pleased watching herself on the mirror although it was not to be.





"If you have finished watching," Mayanti spoke looking at the mirror." You can come out of the curtain."


A huge chill went through my spine as I listened to what she had said. She had discovered that I was inside her room, more importantly, watching her stealthily from behind the curtains. I remained perplexed wondering what to do next while she spoke again.



"I know you are here," She turned around looking exactly in the direction where I was hiding behind the curtain. "Better come out before I call your mother."





I was admonishing myself as I slowly walked out of the curtain and stood still after taking just a couple of steps. She still was looking at the mirror keeping the dryer go on and on throughout her hair.


"I am sorry," I stammered. I couldn't think of telling anything else as I was drowning deep in embarrassment. She turned around and flashed a smile which looked cunning although.


"Sorry for what?" She queried as she switched off the dryer, kept it on the dressing table, turned around and began walking towards me. My heart began pumping very hard and I could hear each and every beat of it very loud. She was approaching me revealing her frontal beauty, absolutely revealing her naked breasts, tummy and even her densely haired pussy. I wasn't sure about the feelings which were taking me over; whether I was feeling embarrassed or horny.


"So, young man?" She spoke as her neatly done eyebrows rose. "How long have you been doing this?"


"I am sorry," I apologized again. "I am very sorry about this."


"That isn't the answer to my question," She smiled mockingly as she was just inches away from me; I could smell the scent of her toilet soap and the odor emanating from her dried hair.


"Tell me," she persisted. "How long have you been watching me?"


"Just today," I confessed. "I assure you Mayanti."


"I don't believe you," She shook her head in disagreement. "I think you have been coming everyday."


"No!" I refuted. "I came just today and that too because you had left the door open."


"Oh!" Mayanti smiled. "Thanks for reminding. I should have been careful......"


"Not really," I fumbled. "It was my mistake to have come inside."


"It was my mistake,"Mayanti intervened. "to have closed the doors till yesterday."





I looked up stunned. She was smiling at me with a very funny look on her face.


"Have you seen enough?" She winked her eyes while I stood like a statue. "You have seen me though I haven't had a glimpse of you."


Saying this she came very close, placed her hands on my collar, stroked her fingers downwards before resting on the topmost of my shirt button. I gulped as she began unbuttoning my shirt while my hard dick began swelling again; the feel of my fingers on me was taking over me as I could feel blood flowing fast all over my body. She easily relieved me from the shirt and stared at my bare chest with a peculiar smile.


"You seem to have improved," She admired. "Come to mumbai, I can fix you up in some companies."


I remained silent as my eyes partly closed after her fingers began drawing shapes all over my chest and stomach. Each and every single hair on my body stood up as her fingers traveled on my half naked body. Once her hands began running over my skin I was convinced that she was teasing me and enjoying herself watching me being teased.


"I remember how under nourished you used to look like," She continued talking while her hands moved over to my arms to knead my muscles. I was loosing very fast as my dick rose up like a hydraulic piston. She took just a step backwards, looked down at my boxers and giggled. I sheepishly smiled as if to reciprocate although I knew that my dick had let me down by exhibiting a premature excitement.


"How long and how big is that?" She queried mockingly and winked at me.


"Mine is close to nine inches and very thick too," I quipped throwing all cautions to the wind. Now, I can't be blamed for having replied like this after she dared to provoke me like that.


"You must be telling some lie," She looked at me with disapproval. I looked up with fury as it was already enough provocation for me. My fingers undid my boxers in a flash letting my dick to hang in the air as though a canon was raring to fire. Her eyes were lit with amazement immediately upon seeing my little giant, standing long and hard true to my expectations and much to belie her skepticism.


"Oh my!" She exclaimed as her eyeballs pinned on my dick to stay there for a while. She was struggling to overcome her hesitation momentarily before her hand reached out and wrapped around my dick. My eyes closed at once feeling the chill palm on the head of my dick. She gripped my dick gently, moved her hands upwards and downwards and soon she was certainly stroking me. As though a miracle, my dick swelled hard and long within seconds while I watched.





I was convinced about what she intended. She would never make a complaint about me now that she has my dick in her possession. My hands settled on her thighs and began caressing the smooth surface. While her stroking continued, she surely showed signs of excitement as my hands explored her thighs. I began sliding my hand up her leg till I reached up to her dense bushy pussy. My heart pumped fast immediately after my fingers found her pussy lips under the dense hair she had on her womanhood. I thought for a moment before running my fingers over the sexy slit.





"Are your fingers strong enough?" She questioned as I could see her eyes longing for an obvious answer. I drove a finger into her pussy and began exploring the depth of her slit to make her wet within no time. It was the beginning of what turned out to be the most thrilling moments of my life. I was seducing the woman whom I have fantasized for years. I slowly lowered my body to go on my knees and as I leaned forward towards her, her hands gently tried to push me back.

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"You will love it," I assured looking up. It was a sight to behold watching her smile between those huge boobs which seemed like hanging from the heaven. No sooner she nodded in agreement; I began licking her pussy while my arms went around clutching her wonderful ass cheeks.





"You were right," She faintly remarked. "I think you are making it enjoyable."


For a moment I presumed she might not have had sex for quite a while as her reactions were a bit too spontaneous. My tongue began making circles around her pussy, gently to start off and in due course she began grinding her hips as I became harder and faster. She began uttering broken sentences, I guessed she might be approaching her orgasm.


"It's anytime now," she moaned uncontrollably as my tongue again drove deep inside her pussy, lapping up those drops of juices which had begun to flow. Her hands clutched my head hard against her pussy and after a few frantic hip grinding; she exploded sending a stream of her juice inside my mouth which I gladly gulped as though they were heavenly gifts.


She staggered for a few seconds before I got up on my feet, held her in support, hugged her once and began walking towards the bed. The feel of her naked body on my shoulders and chest was simply electrifying. No sooner we reached the bed, I made her lay down right in the middle and crawled on the bed getting close to her.


"Hey," She stopped me for once. "Are you really going to do it?"


"Of course," I smiled. "I have been dreaming about this for a very long time."


I placed my lips on hers and gave her a long kiss. Our naked bodies were crushing against each other as we hugged yet again. Her perky nipples were pressing against my bare chest while my throbbing cock got right in between our stomachs.





"You don't know how many guys are dreaming to have you once," I spoke after relieving her lips from my kiss. "Every time I watch you in the TV, I become so desperate to rush to the bathroom and masturbate thinking about you."


"Are you serious?" She wasn't convinced.


"Absolutely," I affirmed. "You are the one and only BBW of India."


She blushed and smiled. I went right in between her legs and began rubbing the head of my dick against her slit.


"Oh Yes!" She almost screamed feeling the big head of my dick caressing against her sluggish pussy. I myself felt a current running all through my nerves immediately after my dick felt her soft flesh of her pussy.





"Now," I spoke looking straight into her eyes. "Let us do it."


I began sliding my hard dick inside her pussy while my eyes glared eagerly at her face which was blooming in lust. I kept thrusting the entire length inch by inch inside her deep pussy until three fourth of my meat made its way in. I took a deep breath, retreated a bit and humped hard at her sending the entire length of my dick inside her pussy making her groan very loud. My balls were pressing against the bottom of her ass. Her eyes were wide opened as also was her mouth. Then, I pulled my dick out of her pussy at one go and watched her stare at me with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.





"Why?" She asked for which I smiled in reply.


I slowly began spreading her legs apart, lifting them up in the air enough to let my body settle in between and while she was caught off guard, I drove my dick with all my strength deep inside her pussy again making her scream. Again my long hard dick was deep inside her cavity as I began pumping her in and out for a while. I kept increasing the momentum of my pumping while I was getting aroused just watching her going wild with her frantic moans. Her huge breasts jumped in the air keeping pace with my pumping as my eyes gazed her wonderful globes while my dick kept rigging her pussy. My hands once in a while reached to her enormous tits and began pinching her nipples. It was amazing to see how my dick accelerated every time my hands squeezed her bountiful breasts. I occasionally leaned forward taking those wonderful hard nipples inside my mouth, keeping them in between my teeth, pulling them gently up and making her groan in joy. Every time my mouth landed on her tits, her hands held my head with amazing strength as if she wasn't letting my mouth get off her tits. I kept sucking those fleshy melons with hunger as I attempted to devour those huge globes inside my mouth. My saliva was flowing all over her globes making them shiny as if they were made of glass. Her hands jumped from my shoulders to my chest; from my waist to my thighs. She was jumping on the bed coping up with my monster dick which kept pounding her pussy.





I knew it wouldn't be long since she was coming off an orgasm. Within 3 minutes she was cumming again from the friction my dick was creating. I pinched her nips hard as she released.


She was laying back trying to catch her breath and gain her bearings when I pulled out and raised her legs up. I held her legs up with one hand and began opening up her ass with the other. There was pussy juice that had run all over her ass, so it wasn't too tough.

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"Oh, its going to happen again," she yelled as though she was about to explode again. I realized that my own body wasn't heeding to anything as my dick kept plundering her pussy with unimaginable speed. I soon felt as if a hot drop of melt iron was rolling down my spine towards my abdomen which soon turned out to be the signs of my climax. Even while I was thinking about how easily my dick was moving in and out of Mayanti's pussy, my dick felt like being blown out for a second before sending loads of thick semen inside her pussy.





What followed was the routine long breaths and gasps as we hugged each other and lay still on the bed. She finally broke the silence as she gently patted on my cheeks and said, "That was fantastic. I wish you came into my room the very first day."


"Me too," I replied with a tone of regret.





"Now lets get all cleaned up and move before someone catches us," she cautioned. We soon gathered everything we had thrown around and I didn't forget to give her a long kiss before she was about to open the doors for me. I wanted to rush to the opposite side straight into my room before anybody catches me getting out of Mayanti's room.




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Since the moment Simran has seen her little Sister-in-Law, Samantha, the bride of her newly married younger brother, Simran has been longing to bed with her, by any means. Simran has slept with many hired escort girls in the US, Europe and Africa during her business tours. Simran is a seasoned lesbian. She could seduce and deflower some virgin straight girls also, but has never slept with any traditional Indian virgin.








Simran usually liked her women younger. Samantha had a youthful charisma, innocence in her appearance and body language. Her skin was the color of milk and so smooth true to her name. Her arms were muscled, but not overly so. Her hips were moderately plump to take load. Her blouse is stuffed with breasts and is pushing against the pallu which is enveloped around the shoulders like any orthodox Indian woman to cover their sumptuousness. But what caught and held Simran's attention more was her face. The girl was breathtaking with kohl blackened eyes and pink lips.


Simran, a well-seasoned, over aged butch, is working in US in a famous multinational bank. Simran is a green card holder. Simran stands 5 feet 8 inches tall. Even though Simran can not be considered as beautiful by any means, she got an attractive physique owing to her regular work out. Obviously due to her gender preferences, Simran remained as a bachelor against the wishes of her family members. However, family members in India never knew her preferences.





Her only younger brother working as a highly paid executive in an Indian firm, is residing along with the widowed old mother in their old mansion. He got married recently. Due to short notice, Simran could not reach for the marriage ceremony in time, but has arrived on the Tenth day of the marriage on a one month long trip to bless the new couple as well as to visit India. Her brother is visibly happy because Simran has come all the way from the US to see him after 10 years. Now, the bride groom is preparing to go back to join his duty at New Delhi after the expiry of the leave on that day. Since ten days have passed after marriage, all the relatives have left and the house has become almost empty.


During discussion, much to the delight of Simran, she came to know from her brother that his first night ceremony is postponed to next month due to unexpected periods problem of the Bride on the scheduled day. There are no more auspicious days available till the next month. Hence, he is planning his 'honeymoon cum first night' next month at Shimla and take his bride to Delhi for making a home.


He requested Simran to stay for a few more days and give company to his new bride till she is accustomed with the new surroundings and helps his old mother. Simran has jumped with joy inwardly and has readily accepted this proposal.


Things have moved very fast in favour of Simran.





Simran and the new bride have gone to the airport to see off her brother. Samantha is in fully traditional wear of shining white Pattu saree with embroidery and matching blouse while seeing her husband at the airport. Simran is in her tight Jeans tucked in with white shirt, loose and comfortable. Underneath the pant, Simran was wearing her favorite skin colored strap on.


Apparently Samantha is feeling nervous since her husband will be away for almost one month from now on and her eyes are filled with tears. On their ride back home in Taxi, Simran could not keep her eyes away from the beauty sitting beside her at an arm's length. Consoling her, Simran repeatedly tried to hug her sister in law. As they chatted, Simran's eyes returned again and again to the fullness of Samantha's breasts covered by her traditional Indian blouse and the neckline. What would the nipples be like? How soft would they be? Simran loved the idea of pressing those alluring breasts. The animal within her has now fully awakened. Simran constantly kept on praising the beauty of Samantha to cajole her. Samantha felt shy by those complements and by the constant gaze of Simran towards her. Her shyness has further enraged the desire in Simran.





They have reached home by 9 PM. In the name of taking a few snaps of a photo shoot of the new bride, Simran managed to keep Samantha in the same costume for some more time. Simran requested the bride not change her dress saying that Samantha is looking elegant in that dress. The actual reason behind is that she came to a decision to fuck the bride tonight by any means in that pattu dress, even if Samantha doesn't agree.

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Now, the big house remained with the mother, daughter and the sister in law. They had their dinner joyfully amidst jokes. After dinner, the old mother remained down stairs at her room, while Simran took Samantha upstairs to their lavish home theater room on the pretext of watching their marriage video. While watching the tape, she decorated Samantha with a costly diamond necklace which she had brought from the US for the Sister-in-Law. Samantha is flattened by this gift. By the time the video was over, it was 11.00 PM and Samantha started feeling sleepy. Simran asked Samantha to wait for a while.





Simran went to the kitchen, brought a glass of milk for Samantha. She secretly mixed a blue pill in that milk which instantly creates sexual desires in women. She coddled Samantha to drink it. Samantha is not interested in having any milk at that time. However Simran pressurized her by pulling her into her lap and brought the glass to her lips. Finally Samantha slowly drank half of it unwillingly while unrelenting Simran was holding the glass. Simran cheerfully emptied the remaining half glass, while Samantha was watching shockingly. Within minutes, the medicine started showing its reaction in both of them.


Holding the drowsy Samantha still in her lap, Simran quickly bent over Samantha and sucked the milk stained lips of Samantha into her mouth and chewed her lips. Simran continues her forcible kiss while Samantha is struggling to get free from her embrace. Simran advanced further and started sucking the saliva of Samantha completely till it went dry while squeezing her in her tight hug. The struggle continued for five minutes and the pattu saree of Samantha got completely wrinkled. Finally Simran has released Samantha from her grasp. Samantha baffled and got a little bit scared by this act of Simran. She got separated from Simran hurriedly.





Laughingly Simran said "Don't mind. You are my brother's wife. That means I am your half husband. Don't you know? My brother kept you in my custody for one month. It is my duty to satisfy you in the absence of my brother. I too have got rights on your ripened body."


Samantha could only a little understand what Simran has uttered.





Simran pulled out a lesbian CD from the rack which she already kept there before hand, placed it in the player and switched it on. Samantha's eyes inadvertently fixed on the screen. It is the harem of an ancient African kingdom of lesbian women. One white princess in her handsome attire is brought there by the black soldiers as war booty. After some time the well muscled Black queen disrobed the princess and started fucking that skinny white princess with her strap on in a mesmerizing back ground live drums played by young female musicians. Samantha is looking aghast at the mating of two females.





Now Samantha could fully understand what Simran has uttered a while ago.


Preparing to further arouse Samantha, Simran stood and took Samantha into her embrace and started to dance slowly to the drum beat. In a semi unconscious state, Samantha too started gyrating her hips along with Simran's.


Simran's legs were long and so heavily muscled; Samantha could see the individual muscles moving under the tight pants Simran wore. Her waist was slim, leading to her rock hard breasts and heavily muscled arms. Simran was elementally powerful, but even in that power Simran was all woman.


As the slow dance goes, Simran asked,


"Little one, I wish to ask a favor,"


"Yes?'


"Can you tell me that you don't find me ugly? I would like to hear it when you aren't sexed up," Simran said as she leaned close and looked intently into Samantha's eyes.





Samantha looked at her closely. Now she came fully under the influence of the blue pill. Simran's face was not pretty, nor was Simran exotic, but Samantha could see the strength in her, the power that rippled just beneath her skin. Samantha found herself wondering what it would be like to be wrapped in her arms once again, held against those hard boobs and protected from the world by that strength. Beautiful?

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"I think you look fine. If I were into women like in that movie, I would have no problems being with you," Samantha said slowly.


"Thank you,".


"Your welcome," Samantha said.


"Are you sure you aren't into girls?" Simran asked finally.


"Yes," Samantha said, almost too quickly.





"Pity," the tall Simran said.


"Why do you ask?" Samantha asked.


Simran leaned forward, until her face was only inches from Samantha's.Samantha could smell her breath; see the intensity in her eyes and her raw lips as Simran spoke. "Well, I was hoping to pick you up with my hands, carry you to my brother master bed room which was decorated for my brother's first night, deflower you on that first night bed and fuck you whole night until you can't walk," Simran said. The words were spoken slowly and each word carefully enunciated. Samantha felt a knife of desire twist in her tummy with each word.


Simran continued in a seductive voice.





"I have a nice strap-on underneath. You must be feeling a bulge in my pants while I am hugging you during our dance. I can make you scream with pleasure. How can you wait for one longer month till my brother reduces you to a quivering mass of jelly? I am sure that my brother can never do you like I will. Once you have had me between your legs you won't even think about men again. Are you sure you wouldn't like to try it? I would love to be your first,"


Simran's words are hypnotizing


"You know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. It's written all over your pretty face. Won't you come to sleep with me, Samantha?"


Overtaken fully by now with the effect of the Blue pill, Samantha could only half nod her head very shyly.


Simran's eyes glimmered with passion as she moved closer to Samantha. Slowly her arms encircled Samantha. Simran's lips moved towards Samantha, as their bodies got closer, their breasts pressed each other. Simran's legs started intertwining with Samantha's. Samantha's heart pounded like a bass drum, anticipating the moment of that first contact. As their lips met, a charge of incredible sensual force surged through her making every part of her body tingle.





Samantha's lips were so unbelievably soft and wet. They were like none Simran had ever kissed before. She slid her hand to the back of Samantha's head and pulled it into her as their kiss grew more intense. Her hands slid up and down Samantha's back and into her long hair, loosening it. Simran could feel her breasts rubbing against Samantha's through the many layers of fabric as she began moving against her. The kiss seemed to go on and on.


The strong, masculine Simran lifted Samantha into the air and took into her arms. Simran made her feel so safe in her big strong arms! Simran had a smirk on her face and a devilish look in her eyes. Simran said.


"I want to make love to you on my brother's bed. This will be your first night. I am sure you are a virgin girl. I will take your virginity. I want to mate you on that bed prepared for your First night with my brother."





Simran carried Samantha to her brother's bedroom. Bolted it with one hand. Samantha couldn't help but see the symbolism. She was Simran's young "bride". And Simran, her "husband", carried her through the bridal chamber. Samantha realized that the last vestiges of her virgin life were over. The virginity she protected for so many years is going to be broken by this woman. Simran was going to make me her lesbian lover, her "wife", as it were. Simran has a nervous look on Samantha when Simran is carrying her bride to the decorated bed while planting kisses all over her body.


Simran placed Samantha on her brother's bed. Staring down at her body in now spoiled saree, Simran said. "You are such an amazing baby. I can't get enough of you! I love you baby! I am going to fuck an original Indian virgin bride. I will deflower you."





She slowly descended over the bride. Encircling her fully with her hands and legs, she started kissing the girl on her juicy lips with full animalistic intensity.

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Samantha opened her legs instinctively and felt Simran slipping between them. The gentle thrusting motion of Simran's hips created friction against Samantha's's saree and petticoat, which rubbed against her mound, causing her to flush with warmth and moisture. Samantha ran her hands inadvertently up and down her lover's back, while enjoying the weight of that heavy mallu lady. Simran has slided the pallu of Samantha and hugged her hard. She slowly brought her arms up and slowly slipped her fingers under Samantha's blouse. Her mouth broke their long kiss.





Samantha's blouse was a tight fit so Simran trailed her finger up to the hooks. She looked at Samantha for her approval. Samantha smiled in shyness. In one forcible gesture, the blouse is torn into pieces and comes off.


Simran started driving her bulge harder between the legs of Samantha and the slippery saree is slowly getting dislocated on its own. Simran slowly removed the wrinkled saree from Samantha. Simran looked at her bride's bra covered breasts. Samantha's breasts looked extremely erotic.





Ignoring the reluctance of the shy bride, Simran unhooked the bra and freed the breasts from their confines. Simran could see the raised mounds of the breasts. She reached up and gently squeezed them. They were so soft and smooth, yet firm. The nipples were hard, surprisingly dark.Samantha gasped as Simran started squashing them with full force.


Simran quickly opened her own shirt buttons and threw it across the room.





Samantha looked longingly at Simran's are strong breasts.


Feeling shy to remain with naked breasts even for a while, she pulled Simran hurriedly toward herself in order to cover her bare chest. Simran's breasts have pushed against the creamy globes of Samantha's. Simran's mouth invaded Samantha's. Her hands grasping Samantha's as they caressed their way around her body.


Topless Samantha in her underskirt is looking very cute.


"Ooohh, Samantha, my little girl" she groaned, "I love that."





Simran, still in her jeans, started fucking Samantha in missionary style using her bulge under the pant, over her petticoat itself for few minutes, Simran finally separated the last remaining petti coat from Samantha in one go. Naked Samantha curled herself into a heap on the bed like a child, feeling extremely shy. Simran stood and removed her pants. It was time to take her virginity by breaking her hymen. "Samantha, do you wish to suck my big cock?" Simran asked her. Simran sat on her knees near Samantha. She took her own cock into her hand and slowly persuaded Samantha to take it into her mouth and suck it. As Simran pushed more and more inside her mouth until she couldn't breathe, but every once in a while she was allowed to take breath. She is inexperienced, but she sucked the cock gently.





Holding the knees of Samantha, Simran opened Samantha's legs widely and took place between her legs, then applied some oil on her pussy and into the tight hole and around her hymen. Then Simran put a lot of oil on her strap-on cock that is 7 inches long and 2 inches thick. She knew if Samantha gets all that inside her tight virgin pussy, she'll be in pained agony. So she decided to do it softly and with love. She gripped one hand on the strap-on and other on Samantha's mouth so if she cries out she can keep her quiet.

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Simran pushed her cock at Samantha's tight, wet, oily pussy but it did not go in. Even a little force didn't help. So she rubbed and fingered Samantha's pussy for a while until she was ready once again. Samantha's eyes were closed and she didn't know how much pain it would be for her. She was biting her red lips in tension. Simran pushed her cock at her pussy hole, but it still did not go inside of the young girl. Again she tried to force it up her channel, but the small hole and its hymen at the entrance kept Simran out.





This was Simran's first time with an Indian virgin, so she didn't exactly know how to get inside. But on the third try she used all her strength to get the head of the huge cock inside Samantha's clasping pussy. Samantha closed her eyes and whimpered as she felt the dildo push into her pussy coming to a stop after penetrating as the tip came into contact with her hymen.


After it pulled back, Samantha felt a sharp pain as the dildo was thrust forward, ripping through her maidenhead and taking her virginity.





"OOHHHH, my god, it hurrrrrrrtss, take it out," and she was just about to start screaming, and Simran worried that the mother downstairs would hear and come running over. She managed to cover the lips of Samantha with hers just in time to control her screams and shoved her tongue inside. The scream of Samantha transformed like a moan into the mouth of Simran.


Samantha was weeping and giving gestures with wide eyes to Simran to stop. Simran didn't stop and she pushed her cock deeper inside her, pinning the helpless bride to the bed. She pushed about four inches. Samantha is still begging Simran to get it out, but Simran didn't. She did stop for a moment to let her tight stretched cunt hole to get used to the monster she was shoving into her. She noticed her hole was tightly pulled around the thick shaft of the strap-on cock. Simran started kissing her face and lips, slipping her tongue into mouth so that Samantha wouldn't cry. The kisses made Samantha feel better. So Simran started moving her cock up and down, but Samantha used her muscles to grip the shaft tightly and stop it from moving deeper into her cunt.





"It won't hurt any more," Simran whispered.


Simran penetrated deeper and deeper into Samantha's untouched body, the tightness of her vaginal cavity impeding Simran's progress as she started to rhythmically fuck her. The sharp pain Samantha had felt as her hymen was breached is now quickly dissipated as the most intense pleasure she ever felt replaced it. Each thrust of the dildo sent shock waves throughout her body and her cry of pain turned to that of pleasure as her pussy began to squeeze and milk the wonderful entity that had entered her body and was gifting her with so much pleasure. Samantha gripped tightly to her husband's shoulders and wrapped her legs around the strong lady's hips. She lifted herself off the bed with the most intense feelings of euphoria enveloping her. Her entire body is shaking from the orgasm. Collapsing back, Samantha simply laid there, limp, as her body continued to shudder, mewing incoherently as Simran gently pulled the dildo out against the tight grip of Samantha's vaginal cavity. A feeling of emptiness replacing the erotic fullness she had just felt.


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Samantha let out a cry as she felt the dildo push back into her empty void once again. Her hands clenched into fists and she arched her back forcing the dildo deeper within her. Samantha could think of nothing else as she felt the swell of pleasure building up yet again as her rock hard clit sent a shock wave of pleasure up to her nipples and back down again as the clit stimulator made contact with every stroke of the dildo.


After a bit, Simran started fucking her pussy faster and faster. Even though Samantha is feeling some pain, Simran did not stop this time. She was fucking her hard now, her cock now freely sliding into her pussy. The cock deep inside her tunnel now is giving Samantha pleasure, but also still a bit of pain. Samantha could only gasp shallowly as Simran continued to drive the dildo deeper into her pussy. Her head rested deep in the pillow, drops of sweat beading and running down her face, her hair now wild and matted to her forehead, her body covered with perspiration. Releasing one final moan Samantha collapsed back onto her bed, unconscious.

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Catching her breath Simran looked down at the sweat-covered girl sleeping beneath her. Simran smiled and brushed some of the hair now clinging to Samantha's face aside. The bindi on the forehead of Samantha got melted and slid to the side ways, giving the most usual look of a well fucked bride. This was the first time she had ever seen someone collapse from exhaustion due to sex. "Poor bride". She was proud of the fact that she had accomplished a task which was otherwise reserved for her brother. She has plundered the treasure of her brother. Simran saw Samantha as the perfect sexual mate. She was beautiful yet innocent, naïve yet bursting to push the boundaries.





After half an hour, preparing for a second fuck, unable to wait any more, Simran woke Samantha up with a fanatical kiss by shoving her long tongue into the little mouth of the sleeping beauty.


When Samantha opened her eyes she saw her pussy blood on the cock of Simran and all over the sheet. She could not move her hips without pain, so Simran took a towel and cleaned her pussy and the strap-on.


Simran kissed her on the lips and caressed the naked body. Simran softly uttered, "You are so beautiful my little Bhabi. You're my wife! I want to have you again!"


Samantha smiled and drowsily replied, "Again?"





With her boyish grin, Simran said, "Honey, I want to take you over and over and over again!"


Still half asleep Samantha said, "I just want to get some sleep right now."


"C'mon bhabi. I want you again. Did you like it when I came inside your body babe?"


"What?" Samantha said.


Smiling, Simran said, "Remember when I came in your pussy? Did you like that?"


Remembering how Simran took her, how Simran drove her body into hers, turning their bodies into one and how it aroused her, she said, "Yes. It was amazing!"


The butcher rolled on top of naked Samantha once again Samantha spread her legs apart willingly this time. Samantha felt the heat and weight of Simran's body over her. She was starting to get aroused again. Simran looked into Samantha's eyes and kissed her. With a massive grin on her face, Simran slid the head of her strapon inside Samantha once more. Then Simran lowered herself on top of the deflowered bride. She spread the legs of Samantha more apart to accommodate her body.





 A shot of electricity ran through Samantha as she felt Simran's hot skin against hers. Simran's breasts rested on top of the bride. The sweat covered body of Simran is giving an intoxicating smell to Samantha. Simran kissed Samantha's lips as she slowly slid her cock inside. She could feel the full length of her strapon inside Samantha now. Her pussy wrapped around it tightly, fitting it like a glove. Samantha was her little concubine, her baby doll and Simran was taking Samantha once more.



Simran wrapped her arms around Samantha as she kissed passionately. Her hips slowly started to thrust into the young and willing body. Her tempo was slow and gentle. Simran wanted her wife to feel every movement of her body. It felt so natural making love to her Sister in Law on the bed prepared for her first night. Samantha loved the feeling of Simran's lips against hers. Feeling her bride groom's tongue penetrate her mouth as her husband's cock penetrated her body.





As Simran drove herself into her wife, the bride raised her hips to meet her husband's. They kissed each other deeply like a newly married couple. Their bodies were in perfect sync with each other. Their rhythm quickened. They drove their bodies harder and faster into each other. Samantha wrapped her legs around Simran's waist, keeping her inside her. This drove Simran wild. Simran redoubled her efforts, thrusting into the tight little body even harder and faster. Samantha felt her body start to climax. Simran drove her cock as deep inside her as she could. She continued to kiss her bride as they both began to cum. Samantha felt Simran's juices drip underneath her strapon and onto her sex. Simran stayed on top of Samantha until both their bodies were spent. Simran took off her strapon and they fell asleep in her brother's bed, with Simran's arms wrapped around Samantha's naked body.





The next one month turned out to be a honey moon for the new bride before her husband arrived back from Delhi. Simran took her to new places during her Indian tour. Fucked Samantha well in all possible angles at various hill resorts.











Simran left for the US with a promise to her wife to take her soon to the US and marry her by any means. Yes she is capable.


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After graduating in Business, with a major in Human Resources, I was selected in a campus interview as HR Trainee with a major BPO company headquartered in Bangalore. The company was servicing a wide range of clientele, from the UK, USA, and Europe.



At the threshold of my career, it helped me immensely to land a job in Bangalore with a good pay packet. 5ft57 inches, and a great 34B-26-34 body, and with good grades to boot, it was easy for me to make an impression on the positions I had applied for. I looked forward to the future, which held a lot of promise. For a small-town girl from an agrarian family, this was truly a dream come true.





Early days after joining were spent in orientation, various process managers would conduct day-long sessions on how work was carried out. It was almost like college days, most of the fresh recruits were serious about their work. I, as usual, maintained my carefree and sometimes careless attitude. After training, there was a lull for a few days. My section manager, who I was to report to, asked me to come to his cabin.


I knocked and entered his cabin, a bit apprehensively. I was dressed in a sober salwar suit, with very light makeup. He was the same person, Mr. Ram SIngh, who had interviewed me in the final round. He had given me a light hug while handing over the appointment letter.





At that time I had not given it a second thought, as I was a free and flirty person all through my college days. I did recollect his hard toned muscles and his smooth charm during that occasion. He seemed to be about 50-ish, with slight greying around the temples, giving him a very distinguished look. My placement officer had told me that he was highly qualified, with degrees from IIT and IIM. He had also worked in the US for about 20 years, before joining the company a few months back, she explained.


He asked me to sit down, with a disapproving look. Anything wrong sir, I queried, nervously. Yes, he replied, you are not coming to work in our company dress code, and I notice that you are spending a lot of time in the canteen, besides coming late.


Now I was scared, Sir, maine dresses .


You have to talk only in English, in the office, my dear Surabhi, he rebuked.


Yes, Sir, I will take care. I had given the dresses for stitching, but the tailor had delayed.





He gave me a pleasant look, and said, I look forward to seeing you in the dress code of skirt and blouse or trousers and shirt. It's your choice. You may leave now. With that he dismissed me.


I walked back to my desk, pink with embarrassment at having made my boss displeased within a few days of my joining.


Luckily for me, the dresses I had ordered were delivered the same evening, so I planned to give him a good surprise the next day. I had made an appointment with the local beauty parlor near my flat, and I got eyebrows and nails done there along with a light facial. I woke up early and took a nice long shower to feel fresh.


During the shower, I ran my fingers over my womanhood, today, my fingers lingered longer. I wanted them to. I did not want to leave it at that. I laid down on the bathroom floor. Cuddling one breast with one hand and pinching my love knob with a finger, then alternating the hands, all the while under a flow of water, I raised myself to the levels of high ecstasy and brought myself to an explosive orgasm. I arched my back against the wall and felt wave after wave of stimulating energy charging me for my first real big day with my boss. It felt heavenly as if I was under a waterfall. Fully refreshed, I dried myself and came out nude to dress.





The skirt was a deep blue, the company color and the blouse, a nice soft cotton one. I had taken care to select the better quality material and was pleased with the result. I selected my newest bra and panty set, deep purple in color, which I had purchased. I dried myself and set my hair with a wet look.


I dressed carefully and with great attention to detail. The tailor was good and he had cut the blouse and skirt very well, to accentuate and show off my 34B-26-34 figure to it's best. Putting on a light lipstick, I looked at myself in the mirror and was very pleasantly surprised, to see the final result. Let's see your reaction today, Mr. Ram Singh, I thought to myself. Your cock will go hard today, I naughtily added to myself.





On the way to the office, I was already turning heads. I reached the office before time, and as I was walking towards my desk, I noticed that my boss had already come in. Our eyes met, and he gave a big smile and beckoned me into his cabin. Hi Surabhi, you look fantastic today. Please sit down. Swaying my hips sexily, I walked in. He was dressed nattily as ever, in a crisp white shirt, with a casual tie, his jacket hanging on the coat rack, behind him. Thank you, sir, I replied, with more confidence. Your tie is very nice. No need for sir, you may call me Ram, he countered, and thanks for the compliment.

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By the way, Surabhi, he continued, I would need a special assistant to help me with my work. I had spoken to the HR Director, and she gave me the go-ahead to select you, as you are a fresher. My heart leaped, it would be a fantastic opportunity to prove my worth to my boss.



I was to work at the desk directly opposite his cabin. My work consisted largely of managing his calendar and meetings, keep files on existing and prospective clients, and I was also made to take notes during internal review meetings and prepare typed minutes for his reading. I was also to fix arrangements for his dinners with clients. These also included making stay arrangements for overseas guests at five-star hotels.

In the beginning, he was very cooperative. He gave me his personal mobile number and used to message me frequently with jokes and funny stuff.

On occasion, he would ask me to accompany him to dinner with clients. He introduced me to many new items of food from all over the world. He invited me to join him for a drink. I was unsure of my reply. I have never touched it before, I declined in a blurt. I was lying of course, because we used to party hard during college days, and beer, wine, and the occasional vodka were known well to me.



I will order a light cocktail for you, there is always a first time, he spoke with a smile. Ok, Sir, I replied with as much a straight face as I could. I was sure that he knew more about me than I knew about him, the way his eyes were on me. Ok, Ram, he whispered into my ear. I swear I felt his tongue, in my ear. I was stunned and started to blush. He smartly turned his attentions to the guests and started conversing with them about the upcoming contract renewal and details about it.

Ram used to drive a posh Mercedes, with tinted glasses. No one could see anything from outside. He would take me along to the meetings and dinners in his car. Quite a few times, while changing gears, he would let a hand slide over my thighs. I used to feel very different when he did that, there would be a flush of warmth over my body, and it was a nice feeling. At the same time, my natural shyness used to overtake me.



Sometimes my panties would get wet, and the scent of pussy juices would waft over. I could not protest his seemingly innocent actions. As the days passed, we got closer and topics of personal nature entered our conversations. I was quite pleased with his attention, and I could make out the jealous glances of my female office mates.

We would converse on general topics initially. I was the chatterbox, told him of my mofussil background. One day, when I had run out of anything to talk about, I picked up the courage to ask about his family.

Curious busybody, aren't you, dear Surabi, he replied with a smile. We had just reached the destination, and the topic died there. I got my answer soon enough.



A few days later, on another commute, while waiting at a red light, he placed his hand on my right thigh and squeezing it gently, softly said, I have been divorced for 10 years now.

The jokes and cartoons, that he sent earlier, slowly turned to become more of an adult nature differing from the general variety that he had been sending earlier.

One late evening, when our floor was empty but for us two, he called me to his cabin., wanting to show me something on his computer screen. As I leaned over, he touched my boobs and tried to kiss me.

I was overcome with shame and ran out of his cabin. Picking up my handbag, I dashed out of the office quickly and went home. I collapsed on the bed, my heart pounding and confusion reigning in my mind. One half was telling me that I did right because he was a married guy, mild flirting was tolerable, but not beyond that. The other half told me that I blew a good chance to improve my career.



For the next few days, I stopped entering his cabin. He started to get irritated with my work and point out silly mistakes in my spreadsheets, which he used to correct himself earlier. One day he threw a file on my face! I was in quite a fearful state, and more so, because he was a well-respected person and no one would believe my story.