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Degraded :


When she reached her parents house, she looked very tired and worn out. Her parents smiled at her condition imagining that the situation has improved between their daughter and son in law.

After sometime , she picked up her daughter and started their journey back home. Her hubby opened the door after quite some time and Mily could see the reason of being late. Her hubby stunk of cheap liquor.

As she entered her house another person in baniyan and Lungi was brushing his teeth. “Eta amar bondu rakesh, tumi chile na tai …” (this is rakesh my friend, you were not there so I invited him) stammered her husband.

The whole flat stunk of liquor , as sonali’s flat stunk of sex and cum in the morning, Mily thought.
She opened the doors and windows to let the fresh air in. Rakesh was staring at her with bloodshot lusty eyes. He didn’t know that his friend’s wife was so sexy and gorgeous. He got an instant hard on but controlled himself. “kono din pishbo toke” (one day I ll pound you) he thought.

Mily noticed the stare and hard on under his lungi but ignored. She was used to lusty stares from all age group since her college days. Few members in her own family and in laws were also lusty towards Mily.

She could often feel the stares of her own FIL burning her down, whenever he visited, she felt uncomfortable. She could not tell her hubby about it as her MIL had expired long back and her hubby was bit sentimental about his father.

They often got drunk together whenever he visited for few days.
The next few days was peaceful for Mily. The love bites all over her body were also healing up . Though it did not matter as her hubby was not interested in sexy anymore. She was rich by 1.6 lacs and it was a big amount for her.

She had deposited the 15000/- cash the next day and her amount jumped to 1.6 lacs.
It was peak of summer in Kolkata and it was humid and hot. She was planning to purchase an AC but was not sure on how to put up the matter to her hubby.
She purchased small toys and dresses for her daughter now and then which her hubby did not notice.

It was 10.00am and Mily was just back from her bath , she took bath after dropping her daughter off to get some respite from the heat.
She was dressed in a red sleeveless gown with loose long hairs up to her back. A white bra and panty protected her treasure troves.

She closed her windows to shut off the heat waves from outside. The fan in her drawing room squeaked and tried to provide some relief to her .
Her door bell chimed. She opened the door and stood aside, it was her FIL. “Think of the devil and the devil is here” Mily thought.
Her FIL scanned her from head to toe , pleasant to see her in a sleeveless gown, her arms glowed .

He stepped inside and commanded “ektu jol dao to khabo” (bring me a glass of water).

Mily closed the door and went to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water, he had a travelers bag with him and still stunk of alcohol now.
He gulped down the water and went to the bathroom to change and emerged back in a dirty white dhoti and a white vest with holes in it.
He sat down again in the dining chair and opened his bag. Out he fetched was a chocolate for his granddaughter and box of sandesh (sweets) for the family , what came out next shocked Mily.

It was a half full bottle of whiskey and a packet of chips. He ordered Mily to fetch a bottle of water. “This guy is going to drink now” She wondered while getting him the bottle of water. She could feel his stares burning a hole on her buttocks and waist.
“Apni ei shob keno khan” (why do you drink) She queried while handing him the bottle of water. He grabbed the bottle touching her fingers with his , sending an uneasy feeling over her.

“Amar to aar tomar moton dekte sundori bou nei”(I don’t have a lovely looking wife like you are) he sneered , with his gaze hovering around her boobs.
She crossed her arms above her boobs and left the place to a chair nearby to watch TV.

Her FIL opened the chips packet and started drinking. She had an uneasy feeling with her 67 years old FIL drinking just few feet from her.
She was engrossed in the TV , when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Her FIL was standing beside her gazing down her cleavage while offering her the chips packet.
Mily took some reluctantly so that he can return to his seat . He now returned to his seat facing her, scanning her again and again, his eyes bloodshot red. It was hardly 11am and still a long time for her daughter to arrive, she wondered.

She continued to watch TV and through the corner of her eyes , she saw his staring and licking his lips now and then , she even seem to spot a small tent forming inside his dhoti.

“Disgusting, My FIL is lusting for his own daughter in law” thought Mily. On the other hand the old man was plotting something very sinister. Onto his 3rd peg , he stopped drinking. He took his un finished glass and dragged his chair beside Mily and started to watch TV along with her.

Mily became conscious of her FIL sitting beside with his unfinished glass. “ke dekcho”(what are you watching) her slurred as if to break the ice. “serial” was the curt reply from Mily. It was a typical soap about the housewife being tortured by her MIL.

His FIL chuckled “Tumi lucky je tomar MIL nei” (You are lucky that your MIL is no more) and placed his free right hand on her left thigh over the gown.
“bastard” Mily though as she felt his skinny fingers crawl on her thigh. She brushed it off but it came back after few moments. She kept brushing it off but soon it came back on until Mily let it be.

Soon his skinny hand was playing freely on her upper and inner thigh venturing close to her honey pot. In the mean time her FIL was slowly inching up her gown and Mily could sense it.

The mere thought of her skinny disgusting FIL touching her made Mily revolt. She made an excuse and left the chair and went to the kitchen.
Her FIL was drunk and furious now , the lovely prey escaped his clutches made his furious and in a single gulp he downed the remaining peg from his glass.
He roughly got up from his chair too and staggered towards the kitchen. Mily was washing and cleaning tomato for cooking purpose in her kitchen sink, her FIL stood right behind her almost breathing down her neck.

Mily could smell his foul breath and dropped the tomatoes and was about to turn back to face him, he grabbed her from behind swiftly.
Mily struggled while mouthing “Charun , charun aamake”(leave me),her FIL though looked skinny was quite strong and she could not free herself .
The audacity of her FIL to grab her like this stunned her. After all she was his daughter in law and she was 30 years younger to him. She tried to break free from the grip but failed. She knew screaming won’t help as her voice won’t reach beyond these thick walls.

She dug her nails in his gripping hands but it didn’t seem to have any effect in his skinny hands. She felt his tongue on her bare shoulder , neck and ear. “Oh my god , he is licking his daughter in law” thought disgusted Mily.

While licking her neck and shoulder , he now held her pinned to himself with his left hand while he freed his right hand to pull up her gown.
Soon his skinny right hand was roaming freely upon her flat creamy abdomen. His onslaught with tongue on her right and left shoulder and neck went on.
“please amake chere din , kauke bolbo na , pls” (please leave me , I wont tell a soul) begged Mily with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her FIL had no intention to release her. His rough skinny hand was now travelling past her navel onto the edge of her white panty and his hand slipped pass the barriers of the panty. Mily froze, she could feel his fingers travel past her tripped pussy onto the lips.

His middle finger was the first that got dipped in her honey pot and Mily gasped. Soon his middle finger was deep inside her pussy and was playing with her clit. Her first moan escaped the lips and her FIL smiled on his first victory.

His finger was flicking the clit at a rapid rate and Mily was losing her inhibitions at the same rate. With his left hand he groped her boobs over the gown and with his right hand he was making her go crazy. Mily made her final attempt “Please korben na , amake chere din” (please don’t do this , please let me go).

Mily now gripped the sink edge as waves after waves of pleasure rushed through her body. Her moans became louder and incoherent while his fingers roamed freely in her pussy. Her FIL was smiling as he didn’t expect her to give up so soon. He lusted for her since the day she entered their family, He envied his son’s luck and now today she will be his too.

He was fully erect and didn’t want to lose the chance.
To Mily’s disappointment his finger left her pussy as juice dripped down her thighs. He gripped her gown by edge and pulled it above her head, surprisingly Mily also helped by raising hands above her head.

He laid down the gown on the floor and concentrated his gaze on her bra hooks and soon it slipped off her shoulder.
He now made her lay down on the kitchen floor upon the laid gown. Mily looked on to her FIL standing beside her taking off his vest and dhoti. His thin but long cock sprang from the bondage.

Mily was still recovering from the massive orgasm she just had given by her FIL’s middle finger. She looked with glazed eyes at her FIL getting naked for his daughter in law.
Her FIL sat beside her and pulled down her already wet panty and spread her legs. She cooperated.
Mily’s senses were no longer under her control, seeing his beautiful daughter in law lying eagle spread before was a sight to behold.
He too like other’s had many women but none as pretty and gorgeous has her.

He rubbed his thin cock on her pussy lips and coated his tip with her juice. Mily could feel the tingling sensation of his cock tip rubbing on her honey pot lips and she pushed, the tip slipped inside her.

FIL was amazed at her eagerness to get fucked and was thrilled. With his tip lodged inside her pussy , he lay down on her and slipped his skinny arms through her underarm and gripped her shoulder.
While looking in her glazed eyes , he pushed, his cock slipped inside half of it as Mily gasped.
Her rosy lips parted in an “O” shape as moan escaped through it . Her FIL pulled back a little and pushed hard again and was buried till the hilt in her pussy.
It was long and touched Mily deep releasing fresh waves of pleasure. Her hands were laying by her side but now gripped her FIL on his back, while her legs entwined with his.

Her FIL now began a steady motion of to and from , making her crazy with each stroke. Loud moans escaped her lips as he went on to fuck her on a steady note.
Her FIL was expert in sex and therefore did not want to rush, he wanted to make out maximum out of his poor stamina. His shriveled chest crushed her juicy milky boobs as her nails dug deeper in her . He wanted to enjoy this and be bad mouthed “Ki saali aro chudbi, toke aaj sara din chudbo kuttti”(Bitch , do you want to get fucked more, I ll fuck you the whole day) he prompted her.

“Chod saala aaro jore chod to cheler bou ke , jore jore chod” (fuck me you bastard , fuck your daughter in law harder) she moaned and scratched.
Her FIL was losing his stamina and was panting now, he grabbed her by waist and turned over. Now he was on his back and Mily was riding him.
Mily understood and took the charge and started to bob up and down on his still erect cock.

She now dug her nails on his chest while bobbing up and down. Her taut boobs now free from crushing were now jiggling in front of his eyes. He grabbed both the boobs with his skinny hands, squeezing them hard. Mily cried out in pain “Eto jore na lagche” (not so hard its paining).
Her FIL laughed but did not let go off her boobs , though relaxed some pressure. Mily continued to move up and down his cock making the maximum use of it. Her moans were steady and shrilled.

The sight of his pretty Daughter in law bobbing on his cock , made his go crazy and he held onto her waist and pumped in an upward motion syncing with her strokes.
Mily was getting tired too as sweat dripped down her face onto his chest. The kitchen was very humid with no fans and it was taking a toll on both of them.
Her mouth was open in an “O” with her eyes closed. The pretty face with lust above his face was making him lose it and Mily could also feel his cock swell inside her pussy.
She made her strokes faster as his cock began to spew strings in her pussy and it triggered another spasm of pleasure over her. Her pussy walls gripped his cock as if milking it as it threw stings of cum in her.

She dug her nails deeper in his chest as he winced in pain but the pleasure was more in compare and he made his final thrust upward and laid down.
Mily too tired with sweats dripping down fell down on her FIL chest panting. He caressed her bare back with his hands with his cock still buried deep in his daughter in law.
They regained their breath and finally Mily rolled over with his cock plopping out of her pussy in process.

The old man got up more quickly and walked over to the dining table to have another peg  of whiskey to regain his strength and sat on a chair nearby .
Mily too got up and gathered her clothes and walked to the bath room when her FIL intervened. “Kapor porish na ekhon , edike aye” (don’t wear clothes yet , come here) he commanded.

Mily left her clothes on the dining table and walked over to her FIL with a dejected feeling. “aar ki chai buro , chele bou ke kore shad mete ni bastard” (What more do you want old man, was it not enough to fuck your daughter in law) retorted Mily.

Her FIL laughed aloud “ebar theke toke jokhon ashbo tokhon chudbo, mast maal tui” (from now I ll fuck you when ever I come, ur a sexy bitch). Mily grimaced.
Her FIL now noticed all the love bites all over her body and thought his son must be going wild over this bitch. He smiled looking at all the love bites, Mily could see his gaze on her body marks given to her by various clients. “ The bastard is enjoying the view” Mily wondered.
Her FIL was getting hard again , as he looked on her beautiful body and fisted himself.

He got up from his chair and got hold of Mily and turned her around and made her bent over the dining table. With her boobs getting crushed on the table.
He pushed her legs apart with his legs and positioned his again hard cock on her pussy entrance and pushed hard. It went in fully till the hilt in two shots and held on to her waist and began to pump her with 1 hour of the first fuck.

Mily held onto her dining table edge as she steadied herself from the fuck from behind.

Her FIL kissed her sweaty bare back now and then keeping on the steady pounding. He was fucking her deep and fast with all his remaining strength.
The long thin cock reached deep in her probing every nook and corner of her pussy and this made her wail again and again.
Due to his fast and rigorous strokes , the old man was again losing it fast. Mily also was tired from the two consecutive fucks. She wanted to rest but her body was enjoying every moment of it.

Her FIL again shoot his cum in her deep unprotected pussy and collapsed on her back kissing and licking it.
After few moments he finally pulled back with a plop and sat on the chair, Mily however remained in this position for few moments panting and then got up and gathered her clothes and staggered off to the bathroom.

Her FIL sat naked on the chair with remaining cum dripping from his limp cock and smiled. He had planned to stay back with his son and daughter in law for a week at least.

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

UnHoly Holi ( A Quickie) :


Mily was in turmoil now  a days. With her nasty FIL staying with them had made her life hell. Her FIL pounded her daily at least once after her hubby and daughter left.
And she bore everything like a good daughter in law. She often wondered “how can an old man like her FIL have so much lust and stamina left in him”.
It was “Holi” today, yesterday “Arup’s” step brother aged 20 had come to stay with them for the holiday. He worked as a labor in “Jharkand” and as his father was here, so he dropped in too.

All of them were happy as their house was buzzing with guest after a long time and Mily was happy that at least her FIL won’t try any filthy things with her with “Ajeet” around.

Her daughter had a good repo with her kaku (Chachu) and was busy playing with him.
Her FIL still managed to grab her boobs few times since morning on pretext of playing Holi with his daughter in law when both Arup and Ajeet were not watching. Mily winced with pain each time with his rough handling but carried on.

Around 11am FIL sat at the dining table with both sons to drink. Ajeet carried his own packet of chips to carry along with the drink. Her daughter too was given one such packet and she was too happy to get it from kaku as she resumed her TV watching while munching away the chips
Ajeet was not much of a drinker but for company sake was downing a peg or two along with his dad and step brother. Mily failed to notice that her FIL was pouring more drinks in Arup’s glass compared to his own.

After finishing off the bottle both Arup and Ajeet went to the bedroom to rest, while her FIL stretched himself on the chairs. Mily rushed off to the kitchen dressed in a red gown to cook the lunch for the family, while her daughter was deeply engrossed in chota bheem.

Mily was still having gulal all over her face and body, she planned to take the bath after cooking the lunch for the hungry men and kid.
Snores from Arup could be well heard as Mily was busy washing potatoes in the kitchen sink. She felt disgusted on why her husband was more interested in drinking and sleeping, rather than enjoying the day with family.

She carried on washing the tomatoes after the potatoes.

She shivered in shock as Mily felt two rough hands on her arms. She could well guess who he was from his foul breath. But she was shocked that her FIL dared to touch her in spite of the fact that his both sons were sleeping in the bedroom just few feet from them.

He gripped her arms and started to kiss her neck and bare shoulder. Mily tried to struggle , to get herself free from this guy , but his grip was strong. His hands now left her arms and gripped her boobs from behind and squeezed and caressed them as he continued to kiss and lick her neck.

Mily was accustomed to his rough handling but the fact that her Hubby and BIL was in the other room made her panicked.

Her FIL now left her boobs and hitched up the red gown to waist and with a single pull ripped off her black panty. He pushed her legs wide with his legs as the panty lay tattered on the floor. Mily could still listen to the snoring of her hubby and chota bheem in the background.

Mily positioned herself bent over on the kitchen sink gripping it, as her FIL positioned his already hard cock in front of her pussy lips and pushed from behind.
A loud moan escaped her lips “ Ohhhhhhhhhhh…” and she immediately regretted as this might wake up both the guys, the only consolation was that both were drunk.
Her FIL held her by waist and pounded her hard, steady moans now escaped her lips “ Ohhhhh …..Ahhhhh …Ohhhhhh….. mmmmmm” .

Her FIL hands moved from her waist to her boobs and back while fucking her hard. Her nails dug deeper in the sink edge as she had waves after waves of pleasure rushing over her body again and again.  “ohhhhhhh maaaa, mmmmmmmm “ Mily moaned quite loud enough but the snores from her hubby could still be heard.

Her FIL was losing it as he was drunk too. , he started to move faster as his balls slapped with her buttock and made a steady sound. She could now feel his FIL swell inside her pussy as he shot his first string deep in her. He finally plunged deep in her pussy and held it there, with his hands on her boobs above the gown.
Mily too shook with the waves of ecstasy that shook and shivered her her moans were beyond control “ Ohhhhhhhh yess , ohhhhh maa, ahhhhhhhh” she moaned and moaned.

Finally both of them subsided and came back to normal as her FIL came out of her panting and left her and the kitchen.

Mily remained in that position as cum dribbled down her thighs. She straitened her gown and threw the tattered panty into the waste bin.
Her FIL too tired resigned himself on the chair and dozed off. Mily let out a sigh and resumed her cooking.

She brought the washed potatoes and tomatoes onto the chopping board to prepare them for the cooking, it was then she felt another pair of hands gripping her arms from behind.

Mily jumped in shock and turned around to face “Ajeet” who smiled down upon her.  In his right arm he was holding his mobile in which the recorded scene played out between her and FIL just few minutes back. Her moans could be heard clearly in the video. Mily looked at her BIL in shock. “This bastard woke up due to her moans and captured the incident in his mobile” She thought.

This bastard was 17 years younger to Mily and his hands played and roamed around freely all over her. No words came out of her mouth as Ajeet dragged the red gown over her waist and over her head and onto the floor. In fact Mily assisted him by raising her hands over her head to pull out the gown out of her glowing body.
Ajeet had lusted for her Sis in law many times but could not approach due to his elder step brother and today he was not going to let go off the opportunity as his brother lay in bed drunk and snoring and her Mily boudi naked in front her.

Mily stared blankly as Ajeet held her by naked waist and made her sit on the kitchen slab with her both legs spread. She bent backward and placed both her palm on the slab. Her pussy still dripping due to sex she had with her FIL just minutes ago.

Mily prepared herself mentally as she was getting ready to get fucked for the second time in minutes of the first fuck by her BIL , who was younger to her and was a labor in some company.

Ajeet reached and un clipped the black bra and slid it off her milky shoulder onto the kitchen slab. Her 34b boobs were taut and her nipples stood erect, ready for any action.

Ajeet’s eyes glowed with lust as his mouth latched itself on her left boobs while mauling her right boobs. He bit  on the nipples , marking them with his teeth. Mily winced with pain as she grabbed his shoulder and dug her nails and tried to push him off her boobs.

Ajeet held on and kept on sucking them one by one , while flicking her nipples with his tongue. Light moans began to escape her lips “Ahhh , ohhh , ahhhh ahhhh”.
Ajeet now pulled Mily at the edge of slab and  let his shorts down his leg. His already erect cock jumped out of the bondage and was ready to service Mily’s juicy cunt.
As Mily looked on he positioned his cock on her lips and gave a mighty push. His fat cock went in easily in two consecutive push as her pussy was already slick.
She wrapped around her hands around his neck as he started to fuck her with deep and slow strokes.

He dug his teeth on her bare white shoulder as Mily moaned loudly “uhnnnnn, ohhhhhh , ohhhhhhh” .  Her FIL jolted out of his slumber and craned his neck to see Ajeet buttock pistoning in and out of his daughter in law. “Mily is a horny bitch” he smiled as he went back to his slumber.

Ajeet now sped up as the fact that he was fucking his own sexy sis in law was making his lose it fast. “This is just the beginning, I ll have such opportunities soon” he thought as he banged his way to glory.

Mily was having a different experience with a new fat cock as she dug her nails and buried her face on his neck. Her moans were loud and clear on his ears. “Ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh maaa “

Mily lost the count of number of times she came over this fat cock. Ajeet could feel her pussy walls grip his cock and milk it.

The sensation was too much for Ajeet as he finally pushed deep in her and came in liters in her deep womb. It was a miracle that her daughter didn’t peep In the kitchen during her fucking with Ajeet.

Ajeet pulled out from her pussy as Mily slumped in the wall behind her. Ajeet picked up his phone and shorts and left the kitchen , with Mily still recovering from the orgasm.

After some time , Mily climbed down the kitchen slab and wore back her bra and later her red gown.

It was time again to go back to her cooking.

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BIL Again :

 
It was few days after “Holi” , her father in law has left and her daily routine was back to normal. It was quite erratic with her FIL around, he pounded her at is will and she obliged each time.
 
The regular sex with her clients and FIL had made her horny and her pussy was itching for a pouding.
 
The bell chimed and she was just back after dropping off her daughter and was still sweaty due to the scorching heat and humidity.
 
She was bit surprised to see her young BIL standing at the door, Mily anticipated why Ajeet was here and with a smile ushered him inside and shut the door.
 
Ajeet anyway was mesmerized with her beauty and kept staring at her. Mily smiled at him “Shudu dekhbe naki kichu korbe” (will you keep staring or do something) Mily quipped, wasting no time to jump to the point.
 
Ajeet came out of the trance and moved ahead and slipped her pallu off the shoulder. Mily helped him and  plucked at the knot of her sari and it came undone, fell to her feet and she took his hand in hers and pressed it to her crotch. Her cunt was wet, seeping juice and he gasped, hot and horny now, pressing his thick finger between her cunt-lips, knuckling her clitoris. Mily moaned, arching her face and back, thrusting her breasts outward
 
He reached back and snapped the buttons on her blouse. His eager hands now unclipped her black bra and slid if off her shoulder too,her breasts bounced out and he bent his head and took one in his mouth, sucking hungrily, nibbling her stiff nipple. Moaning, she curled an arm around his head. Ajeet now was busy taking off his clothes and it lay in heap along side her saree and bra.
 
With a soft moan, she drew away from him, turning silently, slowly, his hand in hers and led him, wet and naked, from the drawing room to their bed room . In the room, she turned and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue in and out of his mouth, one arm around his broad shoulders, the other working his stiff cock.
 
"I'm going to suck your cock," she murmured. "You can cum in my mouth if you want. I like that."
 
Ajeet groaned, despair and excitement still doing battle in his mind. She found it delicious. Slipping smoothly to her knees before him, she flipped back his foreskin and took his cock in her mouth quickly, started sucking it, working the bulging cock-head cleverly with his tongue. Ajeet cried out, his body lurching, spasming, belly snapping in with shock, hips thrusting at her face. Mily moaned deep in her throat, her hands on his thighs, her face moving back and forth between his legs. His cock was thick and long and hot and its musky taste made her giddy with excitement. Whimpering, she caressed her face and breasts with it, her eyes hooded. Ajeet looked down at her, incredulous, disbelieving, enormously turned on. She was incredible. He'd never imagined a blowjob this good. But, still, she was his boudi (Brother’s wife) She'd known him since he was college going kid The battle raged momentarily, and then his body betrayed his mind, and the hunger of adolescence took control.
 
"Ohhhhhhh yes!" he gasped. "Oh god yes!" He flung his head back, his hands on her head, moving it to and fro now, his hips pumping. "Oh yes ... suck me! Suck my cock ... oh god yes!"
 
He still couldn't bring himself to talk to her like he did with some of the others he'd been with, to call her exciting, sexy, dirty names ... and what she was doing to him didn't let him use the honorific either. She realized his torment and savoured it wickedly for a long moment, sucking his cock like a slut, fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples. He groaned thickly, watching her incredulously, in deep excitement. Her face was distended with the thickness of his cock. She took his hands in hers, moving them off her head, keeping them pinned to his sides, her face rocking back and forth, turning this way and that as she used her tongue on his cock-head and every part of his shaft.
 
She ducked her head under his cock-shaft, dragging her teeth down the shaft lasciviously, her eyes tilted up to his, glittering with lust.
 
"Talk," she murmured. "Say what you want, Ajeet ... let me hear it ... what you really want to say ... say it ... please ... I like hearing those words." He was surprised at this change in his boudi.
 
Ajeet gaped at her. He couldn't. There was no way...
 
"C'mon whore! Suck it! Suck my cock!" he heard himself say, pulling her face back to his penis.
 
His words had a visible effect on her. She moaned loudly, throatily, throat and, releasing his hands from hers, took his cock deep in her mouth, her tongue whipping his cock-head in frenzy. Ajeet cried out, his head arching, his hips jerking forward, his hands flying to her head again. She sucked him feverishly, her head rocking rapidly to and fro, her hands on his thighs. He pumped his hips back and forth at her face, moving her head in rhythm, fucking her mouth.
 
"Yes! Ohfuckyes!" he gasped. "Yes ... uhhh yes uhh c'mon, whore, c'mon! Suck harder, whore, suck harder!" scarcely believing what he saying and to whom.
 
On and on she went, her hunger and lust evident, insatiable. His loins were bursting with heat and he groaned thickly, in imminent danger of losing control. With all her experience, Mily sensed it at once and immediately stopped, moving her head back, gently jerking his cock in one fist.
 
"Don't come," she murmured. "Don't you dare cum yet! C'mon! Take a deep breath! Yes ... that's good ... you can cum in my mouth later, not now." She looked up at him, her eyes glittering with lust, smiling lasciviously.
 
She moved onto back on the bed, drawing him down with her, over her, holding his head in his hands, kissing him hard, her tongue probing his mouth. He could taste himself on her. Her breasts were turgid under his chest, her stiff nipples raking his skin. The hard mangalsutra scbangd his flesh.
 
"My cunt's burning," she murmured. "Lick me. Show me how well you can lick a woman's cunt."
 
Ajeet's excitement flared again. He moved his face lower, sweeping his tongue over her long nipples, nibbling them sharply. She gasped, arching and he sucked on the small mounds, taking them deep in his mouth. Mily groaned, her fingers clenching his hair. Sucking one breast, he squeezed the other, twirling her rigid nipple in forefinger and thumb, rubbing her mangalsutra over it. She whimpered, her face turning to one side, her hips writhing under his.
 
"Lick me," she groaned. "Lick my slit, Ajeet! Hurry!"
 
The youth grinned to himself, his confidence increasing. This was terrific. She was incredible. What did it matter that she was his beloved boudi. He moved his head lower, over her flat belly, loving the taut smoothness of her milky skin, unblemished and hairless. He swept his tongue through her navel, moved lower, nuzzling the damp fuzz between her slender thighs. The heady aroma of her cunt filled his nostrils. Her legs were splayed wide, her cunt-lips open, visibly wet. He looked at it hungrily. She moved her hands down to her crotch, pulling them open even wider.
 
"Put it in," she gasped. "Put your tongue into my cunt, Ajeet! Lick it!"
 
Slowly, tenderly, gently, he dragged his tongue through her crack. The effect on her was electric. She gasped sharply, her body whipping up in a steep bow, her head arching back, her mouth in a wide O. He moved his tongue up and down her slit again, savouring the musky cunt-nectar, lapping at it. She whimpered, biting her lower lip sexily, her hands clenching his hair.
 
"Yes! Ohma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes!" she moaned. "Oh Ajeet! Uhhhh hanh ... uhhh yes!"
 
Now his tongue was working her cunt busily, flickering up and down, round and round, jabbing tantalisingly at her swollen clit and whipping it to and fro, laving her cunt-lips. Mily's moans were loud, incessant, lewd. Her hips writhed under his face, jerking up and down. Her head flipped from side to side in an agony of joy as the heat built in her loins and flamed through her slender body.
 
"Yes uhh ohma uhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes oh that's good ... lick me! Lick me! Yes! That's it!" she whimpered. "Do it ... don't stop! Keep licking!"
 
Ajeet chuckled to himself, feeling strong and manly. Slowly, he slid a finger into her cunt, finger- and tongue-fucking her simultaneously. Mily cried out in joy, her hips jerking uncontrollably under his face. He went on doing it, remorseless, torturing her as she had him, till, from her movements and sounds, he knew he had her on the very edge of an orgasm. And then he stopped, abruptly and without warning.
 
Mily cried out in frustration, mewing and panting, clawing at him. "Don't stop now! Oh you bastard! Don't stop now!" she begged.
 
He grinned, moved up, straddling her body, kneeling over face, pushing his cock into her mouth. "Suck, bitch," he growled. "Suck it hard! Yeh! That's good! C'mon! Suck harder! Ahh yeh! That's it! Slut, I'm gonna fuck you really hard now!"
 
Lying beneath him, Mily moaned deep in her cock-filled throat, sucking the youth's penis hungrily. Her lust was raging out of control, her head swam with excitement. The boy was incredibly good.
 
"Fuck me," she gasped, taking her mouth off his cock, jerking it, looking up at him. "Please, Ajeet! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
 
Grinning, the lad moved down, kneeling upright between her thighs. She spread her legs wide and he pushed his cock-head to her cunt-lips. She moaned again, her hips writhing. Laughing softly, he took his cock in his hand and squeezed it into her cunt. It was incredibly hot and wet and tight and he cried out, his head jerking back, his belly snapping inward in shocked delight. Beneath him, Mily arched, the breath hissing from her throat as the huge, hot hardness of his penis surged into her flesh.
 
"OHMAUHH AHHH UHHH AH!" she went.
 
"Yes! Oh fuck yes!" he gasped.
 
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me, Ajeet! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"
 
Ajeet grabbed her legs by the calves, lifting them high and wide in his hands and began fucking her with long, deep, stabbing thrusts, rocking his lean hips steeply and swiftly to and fro, flexing and unflexing his taut buttocks. His cock ran in and out of her cunt, glistening with their juices, piercing her flesh deeply with each inward thrust. Her body jerked back and forth on the floor. She gasped and cried out in a frenzy of joy, her fingers splayed in tension, scrabbling at his arms, the floor, anything.
 
"Oh uh ohma uhh ohh uhh ohma uhh OHHHH uhh ohma uh yes uhh yes oh god yes uhh yes fuck me! Oh yes! Fuck me!" she cried.
 
Her head flipped from side to side. She chewed her lower lip. Hissing her pleasure, she squeezed her breasts hard, tugging at the long nipples. His cock felt wonderful in her slit, thick and long and heavy and hard, mashing her gorged clitoris in its to and fro passage, probing the deepest recesses of her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips to their fullest. Her cunt convulsed and spasmed on his throbbing penis, squeezing it eagerly in its wet warmth. Her hips jerked and bucked up and down, her body rocking with his punishing thrusts.
 
"Take it!" she heard him grunt. "C'mon, whore! Take it! Take my cock, you fucking slut! Tell me you like it!"
 
"Yes!" she gasped, thrilling at his words. "Oh ma uhhh yes, Ajeet, yes! Yes! Oh god yes!"
 
He laughed, thick-voiced, moving faster and faster, his hips rocketing back and forth, ramming and pistoning back and forth, making her body toss and snap and jerk on the tiles. Mily's cries rose, her back bowing and bending, her fingers clenching his arms, her head flung back, long neck craned, tendons popping in her throat. Her mangalsutra slithered this way and that.
 
With a soft moan, she pulled her trembling legs from his hands, slipped his cock out of her and quickly turned over, getting on her forearms and knees before him, her breasts pendulous, long mangalsutra dangling.
 
"Fuck me like a bitch," she gasped. "From behind."
 
Ajeet didn't waste time. Grinning, he pulled her buttocks open, pushed his cock-head to her cunt-lips and with a sharp forward thrust of his hips, plunged his cock deep into her cunt.
 
"You want it? Take it, whore, take it!"
 
Mily cried out loudly, her head snapping up, her body jerking forward, her mouth tearing open. His cock rammed into her and he began fucking her furiously, pummeling her buttocks with his thighs, ramming and slamming his hips to and fro, slapping them at her thighs, his fingers digging into her waist. Her body jerked furiously back and forth before his, her breasts jiggling, her mangalsutra flapping wildly.
 
"OH MA UH OHMA OH AJEET UHH OH AJEET UH HANH OH OHMA UH HANH UH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she went.
 
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon whore c'mon yeh oh fuck yes take it, bitch, take it all, c'mon you fucking bitch, take my cock! Yeh oh fuck yes uhh oh ... take it, whore, take it! Take my cock!"
 
Pausing fractionally, he moved up to straddle her hips in a deep squat, leaning forward over her, pressing down on her shoulders. His cock went deep into her cunt. He took a long breath and then, with a shuddering cry, began ram-fucking her furiously, his hips whipping up and down, back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock ramming and pistoning steeply in and out of her cunt, appearing and disappearing between the curves of her buttocks. Faster and faster he went and, her torso angled downwards beneath his, her face turned on one side, her body jerking, hips writhing at his crotch, cunt convulsing on his penis, her cries echoing in the room, Mily orgasmed violently. Her cunt cramped down tight on his penis and, above her, Ajeet gasped and, gritting his teeth, slammed his cock into her, once, twice, three, four times, each thrust drawing a cracked sob of joy from her throat.
 
 
 
 
And held off his orgasm. He chuckled gleefully, well pleased with himself, slowing his motions, rocking his cock in and out of her cunt to prolong her orgasm, biding his time till it ebbed. Beneath him, Mily whimpered, her body trembling, her mind reeling in incredulity. How had he managed to hold back? His stamina was awesome. It was a long time since she'd been fucked like this. Groaning, she slid forward and he slipped his cock out of her. Now what? He waited for her to move. For a minute she remained on her knees and forearms, catching her breath, her chest and back heaving. Then she turned around, on her back and smiled sexily at him.
 
"God, but you're good," she murmured, pulling him down to her.
 
He moved on top of her and they kissed again and she did something magical and quick with her hips and he found himself inside her again, her wet cunt still tight, slowly squeezing and releasing his cock. He grinned at her, pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth, squeezing his cock deep into her cunt.
 
"Mm, that's lovely," she smiled. "I'm so glad you didn't come." She slid her hands down his V-shaped torso, caressing him, clenching his buttocks.
 
They fucked slowly for a long while, taking their time, neither hurrying, each delighting in the pleasures of the other's flesh, kissing tenderly, their loins meshing and meeting in a steady rhythm. He paused then and smoothly rolled over without moving out of her, taking her on top of him. Mily gasped as his cock twisted in her cunt and then she found herself on top, kneeling astride his hips, her cunt impaled deeply on his penis. She smiled tenderly at him and he grinned, his eyes laughing, sliding his hands up to her swollen breasts, fondling them, rolling the hard nipples under his palms, scbanging the rough beads of her mangalsutra over them. She shuddered, her eyes fluttering.
 
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he grinned, not caring that he was doing it.
 
"I'm glad you are doing it," she giggled, her hips writhing on his lap.
 
"You do it often? With other men, I mean?" She laughed.
 
"You actually whored?"
 
She shrugged with a fleeting smile. "Don't get moral. Remember what we're doing. I saw nothing wrong. I had to do it. I had only one thing to offer and I offered it. They were willing to pay , so why not”
 
"It's also sexy," he said, grinning wolfishly. "You're very pretty and sexy."
 
"Glad you think so," she murmured. "Now shut up and fuck me. Or don't shut up and fuck me."
 
She was doing something magical with her hips now, twirling them in slow circling motions round and round and he grunted, heaving up under her. She bent over him, her superb back arching, rubbing herself against him.
 
"You're cock feels so good in my cunt," she whispered, sliding her tongue across his lips. "I could have it in there all day!" Her cunt squeezed and released his cock in a steady rhythm, arousing him deftly.
 
Rising up, her hair over one shoulder, she slowed, paused fractionally and shuffled her legs forward. She was supple and did it smoothly, moving up so that she squatting, not kneeling on his lap, her body upright, her knees spread wide, her heels on the floor on either side of his hips, arms stretched with her hands on the floor behind her heels. Her body was tilted back, breasts thrust out. Her cunt-lips were stretched wide open. Her face creased in tension, her chin on her chest as she pushed her cunt down deeper on his cock, taking him fully inside her. Then she moaned, flinging her head back over her shoulders. Whimpering, she began grinding her hips round and round in a churning action, snapping them smartly at each turn. Her cunt tightened like a vice on his cock and he gasped, thrusting up hard under her.
 
"Oh fuck yes!" he gasped, awed, his cock blazing with lust. "C'mon, whore! C'mon! Take it! Take my cock! I wanna see you dance on my cock!"
 
"Yes! Oh yes! C'mon, Ajeet! Fuck me!" she gasped. "Yes uhh yes uhhh yes oh god yes uhhh ohma uhh yes uhhh OHHH!" Now she was moving up and down as well, her body bucking and bouncing on his heaving hips, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his massive erection, her supple thighs taking the difficult position easily. "Ohhhhuhhhh ohhhh uhhh OHHHH!"
 
Ajeet squeezed her breasts hard in his excitement, then slid his hand to her crotch and fondled her clitoris. Mily shuddered and moaned. He grabbed her hips, jerking her body up and down on his cock. With a quick wriggle, gasping loudly, she slid forward onto her knees again, her arms outstretched, hands on his chest, her hips rocking and bucking up and down, her cunt sliding up and down along his cock-shaft. Her swollen breasts jiggled with her movements and her long mangalsutra danced on her milky skin.
 
"Yes!" she called. "Oh yes, Ajeet, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!"
 
Grinning wolfishly at his boudi  riding his cock like a sex-starved bitch, the teenager pumped his hips up and down rapidly, tossing her on his lap, his hands sliding sexily up her body to her breasts, squeezing them. She moaned, her face tilted back, her mouth open and he ran his hands down her sexy back to her buttocks, prising them open, fingering her anus. She gasped and her cunt spasmed on his cock. He gripped her buttocks and jerked her down hard on his cock.
 
"Take it!" he cried. "C'mon, you whoring bitch! Take my cock!"
 
"Yes! OHHHHH uhh yes! Fuck me, Ajeet! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she cried, frantic with lust now.
 
The teenager thrust his cock up into the older woman's cunt as hard as he could. Her loud cry aroused and goaded him. He did again and again, his hands squeezing her swollen breasts hard. It took all he had to contain the eruption of fire from his loins.
 
Whimpering and moaning above her young lover, Mily felt like a callow teenager herself, experiencing sex for the first time. The lad was much, much better than she had dared hope. She gasped and bit her lower lip as his huge cock reared up into her cunt, piercing deep, singeing her cunt-flesh, stretching her cunt wide, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt so that she felt like she was being impaled, like his cock would rip her in two and burst out of her throat.
 
On and on he went, grunting heavily, his hands tight on her breasts and then she felt him take in several deep long breaths and slow himself. She moaned softly, dizzying with lust, and marvelled yet again at her young lover's prowess and stamina. She couldn't believe he was still going strong.
 
"I want to fuck you from behind again," he said, his voice ragged.
 
She obeyed at once, slipping off his cock with a thick moan. He got up to kneel behind her, but she stopped him.
 
"Not like this," she murmured.
 
He looked at her puzzled. Gently, she pushed him back onto his knees with his buttocks resting on his heels, his thighs spread wide. His cock stood out, rampant and proud.
 
"That's better ...," she whispered, kissing him, her tongue sliding sexily in and out of his mouth. "Now just wait there ..."
 
She turned around and, spreading her own legs wide, moved her hips back over his lap. Reaching down, she guided his cock to her cunt and then pushed her cunt back down onto his cock with a loud moan.
 
"OHHHHH yes!" she gasped, her head arching up.
 
She backed her cunt further and further down onto his cock. Behind her, he groaned loudly at the fierce hot convulsions of her cunt on his throbbing cock. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. With his cock fully inside her, she paused and turned her face over her shoulder, her mouth open, seeking his. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, letting her suck on it. His hands squeezed her swollen, turgid breasts.
 
"Now wait," she whispered. "Don't move till I tell you to ... let me do the work first ..."
 
He obeyed and, with a shuddering groan, squeezing her cunt tightly over his cock, she leaned forward, her arms outstretched, slender fingers steepled on the floor. Pausing for a second, she reached up and flipped open the door of the tall wooden almirah before her, swaying slightly to let it open fully. He gasped. The inside door of the cupboard was a full-length mirror. Over her shoulder, he could see their reflections fully, the expression of raw lust on her face, her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her mangalsutra dancing and tossing on her milky skin. The sight inflamed him even further. He wanted to take charge and fuck her wildly, but she wouldn't let him. She kept moving herself back and forth on his cock. Her moans were loud and obscene.
 
"OHHHHH uhhh YES Oh fuck yes, Ajeet yes! C'mon! Fuck me yes oh god yes fuck me ohh fuck yes oh yes!"
 
"AHHHHH uhhh yes! Take it!" he gasped as her cunt spasmed violently on his cock, flinging his head back. "Take my cock, you whore!"
 
He still couldn't believe he was talking to his boudi  like this. This was only the second time he was fucking her . On and on she went till, relenting only when she was ready, moving forward on her hands and knees and making him draw himself upright on his knees behind her. Whimpering, she eased herself down onto her forearms, pushing her butt up higher against his crotch.
 
"Now," she gasped. "Fuck me hard Ajeet! Fuck me as hard as you can! Hurry!"
 
Gritting his teeth, panting heavily, struggling to control himself, the teenager clenched the older woman's slender hips and thrust his cock deep into her cunt with a loud cry. Beneath him, she cried out, too, jerking forward under his thrust. He ran his cock out of her and rammed in again, as hard as he could. Again and again and again. His eyes were glued to their reflection in the mirror: he could see the tormented lust on her face, the way her features crumpled in agonised lust, her breasts, swollen and turgid, pendulous like succulent fruit, bouncing with his thrusts. He managed to hit a rhythm, stroking powerfully in and out of her cunt, savouring the sight in the glass.
 
"Yeh! C'mon! Take it, slut! Take my cock!" he gasped.
 
"Yes yes oh fuck yes oh god yes Ajeet yes ohma uh yes uhh yes Ajeet yes please ... fuck me ... fuck me baby fuck me ... fuck me harder baby OHHHHHH yes oh god that's so good yes!"
 
He felt her orgasming and, nearing his own end, he gasped, flinging his head back and gripping her shoulders and jerking her savagely back onto his cock. She cried out under him as her orgasm broke over her body, driving the breath from her throat. His hands swept down to squeeze her breasts.
 
The convulsions of her cunt on his cock were too much for him to bear. Moaning, he pulled out of her and shot his load, spattering her back and buttocks with his thick, creamy gunk. Mily moaned softly. The lad's cum dribbled between her buttocks.
 
"Put it in again," she moaned. "Put it in again ... slowly ... ahhhh ... mm, oh that's good, Ajeet ... that's so good!"
 
They lay together later in silence, his head on her breast. She caressed him tenderly, stroking his strong back.
 
"You were wonderful," she murmured, kissing him.
 
He smiled, reminding him that he had this wonderful boudi of him under control, whom he can fuck any day now .Now she moved sinuously under him again, smile upon what a slut she has turned into from a loyal housewife and mother.
 

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Wedding blast :

 
It was wedding session in “Kolkata”. Mily got invited to one of the wedding , it was her daughter’s best friend Mother’s brother’s wedding. “They are ultra rich” Mily wondered and planned to skip it.
 
Her daughter’s nagging made change her mind, after all its was her best friend’s family wedding. Mily’s hubby made an excuse of not going to the wedding, it was a great chance for him to stay back and drink.
 
Mily could afford it now as she had a good bank balance, other than the gifts she received now and then. She took quite some time to groom herself and her daughter for the wedding. They needed to look best.
 
Her daughter was dressed in a princess dress along with matching shoes. And herself she was dressed in a Red saree  along with a sleeveless black blouse and black ankle strap stiletto heels. Underneath she wore lacy black panty and bra. The lone silver anklet on her left leg contrasted with her black heels. She wore minimum make up as she didn’t need it ,so only Cherry red lipstick and vermilion on her forehead, along with shankha_pola (red and white bangles) on her hands.
 
She looked ravishingly sexy and yet the vermilion and shankha_pola on her hands showed that she was married.
 
They left for the wedding place by 6.30pm after cooking dinner, her hubby was yet to return and he had a duplicate key, so no worries.
 
Mily took a taxi and reached the place with her daughter, it was a huge farm house fully decorated on the outskirts and was already buzzing.
 
Mily knew no one except her daughter’s friend’s mother and felt awkward . Almost every male irrespective of age were staring at her with lust full gestures. “All men are same” she thought , she snapped back in reality as her daughter traced her friend and tugged at her hand pulling .
 
Soon she met with them and was complimented instantly by Dolly (the best friend’s mother) “Khub sundori tumi” (you are really beautiful) . She then held Mily by hand and pulled her to meet the family.
 
Dolly introduced her to her brother “Sidharth” the groom and then rest of the family. Mily could notice his stares but ignored it. Sidharth was quite young but not that good looking and had a dark complexion, the only quality he had was money.
 
“No wonder money can buy him anything” Mily wondered as she wondered off to the food stalls, her daughter was already busy with her best friend.
 
Left all alone , she ventured onto the stall of phuchka (Pani puri), she just had one or two when she heard a familiar voice call out at her. “Ki kamon aacho” (how are you). Mily turned around to see Sonali smiling at her dressed in a top and jeans.
 
Mily was surprised to see her in the wedding “how is she connected to this wedding” she wondered. Sonali as if read her mind and quipped “ Sidharth amar bondhu” (sid is my friend). Mily nodded and smiled.
 
“How can a older lady like sonali be sid’s friend” Mily wondered. Sonali tugged her towards the “Mocktail” stall, Mily followed on.
 
“Tomake dekhe khub kushi holam, tumi aro sundori hoye gecho” ( am really happy to see you here , you have become more pretty) quipped sonali.
 
Both of them stood in front of the “Mocktail” bar , after asking Mily for her favorite flavor, Sonali placed the order , a pineapple for herself and Mango for Mily.
 
She winked at the bar guy just after placing the order while Mily was looking away. The bar guy smiled and nodded. After few minutes a glass full of spiked Mango drink was handed over to Mily , who started to drink it immediately , it was very hot and the cool drink was a relief.
 
"You need to put that incredible body to good use again, getting off on some well hung stud," Sonali said. "It would get you money and pleasure both."

I am happy the way things are going," Mily told Sonali. "I don't fool around with my daughter around and never will."

Sonali laughed silently,Mily had no idea that Sonali’s ultimate goal was to get Mily on her back with a man today lying between her luscious legs. She didn't care what she had to do to make it happen. Only she needs to keep her daughter busy with her best friend.

Mily didn't have an air to her attitude. Though told all the time by others and Sonali, she really didn't think of herself as sexy. Sonali did and tried to get her to use this sexuality to her advantage. Mily would just blushed and brush her off.
Both off them were on their second glass of Mocktail.
 
Sonali soon took her to meet Sid again, she didn’t like the guy by his looks and stares , but after all she was in her wedding so  Mily behaved normally and complimented him on his wedding day, The bride was yet to arrive and was stuck up in traffic.
 
The groom in spite of getting married was flirting with Mily and kept complimenting about her looks as sonali smiled and looked on.
 
Mily was feeling disgusted being complimented upon by the to be groom and the way he looked, she pitied his to be wife.
 
Mily was beginning to show signs of being blitzed. She was slurring her speech and her eye lids were drooping now from the continual glasses of Mocktail Sonali kept feeding her, it was her 3rd spiked one. Her pussy was getting itchy and wet and she longed for a cock deep in her. She really wished her hubby or her BIL to be with her now .
 
After just an hour , Sonali told everyone that Mily was not feeling well and need to rest and guided her to one of the rooms in the farmhouse.
 
Almost immediately Sid used this opportunity to excuse himself too, telling them, he had to get ready and freshen up before the bride arrived.
 
Today when Sid met this MILF Mily , he called up Sonali and urged her to get him Mily before the wedding , Sonali had told him of her plan to seduce Mily and get her laid by him. He knew Mily had an awesome body and was very beautiful from the point her sister introduced them. He was very eager to fuck this lady before getting married and sonali was eager to get Mily laid again.

Sonali walked her down the hall and helped her lay on the bed. The big king sized bed had all the room she needed. Here, Sonali could take care of the itch she had started in Mily's body.

Knowing her goal was within reach now, Sonali began to undress Mily. Taking off her blouse and saree, she left her dressed in her bra, panty and high heels. Mily out of reality, had no idea what was about to transpire. All she knew, is she needed the fire between her legs quenched. Her sweaty milky body glowed in the bright lit room.

Sid had arrived and was in the other room. Sonali went to him and led him to the bedroom telling him Mily was ready. Sid asked if she was sure. He didn't need her calling the security officer or her hubby.

Sonali started laughing. "Are you joking? She can't even make out the phone, much less call on it. Come on, I've got a wedding present for you."

Walking into the bedroom, Sid was speechless. There lay one of the most perfect bodies he'd ever seen. It was just having black lace lingerie waiting for him to unwrap it. He looked over at Sonali giving her a huge smile of approval. Sonali saw the tent in his pants and smiled back. She knew Mily was as good as fucked.

Sid, wanting to feel what he'd only fantasized about, quickly undressed. Sonali, knelt between Mily's legs pulling off her panties. Once off, she reached up, unclasped her bra, freeing those perfect globes of their imprisonment. Mily now lay there with only her high heels. The air danced across her skin, causing her nipples to strain upward. The milky white contrasting skin, hidden from every other man, now being taken in by another, was pure perfection. Sid, sporting a major hard on, moved towards the bed. Sonali could see the pre-cum leaking from the tip, anticipating release, causing it to coat the underside of his cock.

Sonali put her hand out as if to say, "Here it is."


Sid needed no more invitation. Climbing onto the bed, he gently spread Mily's Thighs. This exposed her beautiful hairless cunt to the groom , who was to get married in few hours. Pushing her legs up, her knees bent, opening her to the pleasure she was to receive. With an ankle in each hand, he bent forward, kissing the lips of her beautiful flower. Soon her heels were resting on his back, digging in.The feel of her lone anklet in her left leg felt so cold against his bare back was awesome.
 
It was everything he could muster, to keep from plowing into the sexy woman right then. Feeling her silky thighs rub against his face with it buried between her thighs, his cock strained to its maximum girth aching for release. Forcing restraint upon his body, Sid placed his tongue in between her folds, gently licking up the length of her sex. The aroma of passion was filling the room. Sid continued, repeating his assault with his tongue, making Mily squirm from the intense pleasure. Being lucky to  taste this treasure, he began pushing his tongue between her lips, parting her sex, sticking it into her hole. He wasn't disappointed, with Mily tasting every bit as good as she looked.
 
With Sid's mouth drinking from her honey pot, Mily laid her head back and began moaning. Mily wasn't going to, or be able to stop Sid from pleasuring her. In heaven was where Mily felt she was as Sid, sucked and pulled on her clit. Stopping only to dip his tongue into her willing passage he kept up the generous attack on his lovely willing victim. She didn't remember any of her partners so far giving her such a great tongue lashing before.
Unlike his usual attack and conquer, bringing her off quickly, he was torturing her with deliberate slow rhythm. Building her climax, to an, earth shattering level. Sid continued eating Mily, flicking her clit with his tongue. Sucking and pulling on Mily's clit for fifteen minutes, had her at the brink of exploding. With Sid's mouth over her clit, Mily lost the battle and began Cumming. She felt it, starting deep inside shooting electrical charges to her clit, nipples and toes. This wasn't like anything she'd experienced before. This was with a fervent power. The pulses were getting faster causing her to jerk her head back while tensing her body. "Oh God, what is happening to me?" Mily thought. Mily was now, feeling her cunt spasm with each suck or flick. She was riding a roller coaster of climax, only her captors controlled.Mily was now crying out, " Oh ohhhh… Oh maaa… I'm Cumming."He had her where he wanted her. He started pulling on Mily's nipples with his fingers inflicting additional pleasure."Oh my God… That feels so incredible." Mily panted. "Don't stop… Don't ever stop…" The orgasm was now continuous. Sid understood just what she wanted. He let go of her clit, moving up to kneel between Mily's legs and moved up further taking her left nipples in his mouth while pawing the other one. Then he got and  reached over with his head poised for entry, taking his hard shaft in his hand. He stroked it twice before pulling it toward Mily's open cunt. Placing the head against her slit he began rubbing it up and down, coating Mily's pussy with his sticky pre-cum. Sid felt he was going to explode right then. He was fighting hard to hold back his impending climax.

With his cock poised for entry, Sid  placed the leaking head just inside her passage. He pushed forward sinking the entire head into Mily's tight dripping pussy. Seeing her stretched over his cock as he worked three inches in and out, he knew he could die now a happy man. He didn't need heaven; he was fucking one of the angels right now. Taking her  ankles in each of his hands, he began pushing going deeper stopping at six inches to let her adjust to the girth of his cock. After holding still for a minute he began working back and forth fucking Mily with six very thick inches. He was going slow, using her canal of pleasure, to caress his meaty shaft. This was giving him, an almost unbearable sensation.
 
Mily could feel the tingle still lingering from her orgasm. Her partner had outdone himself this time and now he was scratching her itch. He felt bigger but Mily attributed it to having cum so hard, causing her to tighten up. She lay there enjoying the slow fuck she was receiving. With Sid only going six inches, he was no deeper than her husband. At this depth she would never know. He just kept fucking her for a good ten minutes. Sid looked down at Mily, and she with her eyes closed and head thrown back, this was better than a porn movie.
 
This was real passion. Adjusting his stance again, Sid started to slide deeper into Mily. Within four strokes, he could feel his cock bumping against her cervix. He was in all the way and still had an inch sticking out of Mily's cunt. He could tell he was buried completely in her pussy. She was lying on her back, legs bent and spread, wearing only her anklet and heels.
 
She was mounted by a well built man with a cock the size of a pole stretching her pussy open obscenely. He began to take long strokes, stopping just short of her cervix to keep her from realizing how deep she was being fucked.Mily was in heaven again. Out of reality, she couldn't figure out why this felt so different.. She did know however, she was being fucked better than she could ever remember. Sid was rubbing new areas she had never had caressed before. The friction of his cock was taking her dangerously towards that plateau of sexual bliss again.
 
Knowing this, feeling her clinch at his cock, Sid began to pick up his pace. He started bumping lightly against her cervix with every stroke using it to tease his cock. After ten good strokes of this Sid was dangerously close to blowing his load.Pushing in one last time, Sid pushed the head of his cock against Mily's depths. Feeling the pressure in his balls draw up and begin to pulse, his cock started twitching, while swelling to its maximum size. The first blast, of hot sperm, shot out the opening, splashing against Mily's cervix. Even in her state of mind, Mily knew something wasn't right. She managed to open her eyes, only to look into Sid's face. Looking at Sid she felt the second blast of sperm bathe her unprotected cervix for the second time. Sid was looking directly into Mily's eyes letting her know without a word what he was doing to her. The high he felt now was unmatchable. Mily's eyes suddenly changed with a look of alarm. She knew she needed to stop this, and now. Sid used the instant to take Mily by the hips and drive his cock's slit up against Mily's cervical opening. Just having had a baby it was still pliable, allowing the slit to dock into the tiny opening. All of this took less than ten seconds. Sid's cock began its steady eruption. He began shooting blast after blast into Mily's fertile womb. He'd never done anything like this before and knowing what he was doing was intensifying his climax. This was the first time he hadn't felt his enormous blasts hit his cock in a backwash of semen.
 
 It was incredible.Mily was powerless to do anything about what was happening at that very moment. Mily lost track of how many orgasms she'd had and even though she could feel what Sid was doing, she no longer tried to stop it. Instead she wrapped her legs around Sid's waist, pulling him deeper into her womb.
 
She was now squeezing and pulling on her nipples while Sid fucked her. Finished with his load, Sid maintained his erection. Feeling Mily moving her hips, he began matching her thrusts with steady in and out rhythms. Mily lost in the feeling of being totally fucked and filled, had no realization she had just been, and still was, fucking someone else. The spiked mocktails were working just as they were supposed to. Sid continue to fuck the faithful little wife. Sid held Mily's hips tight again and deliver his second load into the married lady’s fertile womb.
 
What a difference a baby makes. Normally there would be a huge mess on the sheets. Instead it's a very small spot with Mily's cunt holding all his sperm up in her uterus. Sid held himself still while lowering onto Mily's body. It was the first time he'd felt her tits push into his chest tonight. He rolled over onto his side and turned Mily onto her side so they were spooning. Even fucked for half an hour in this sweaty environment, Mily still looked the picture of perfection. Sid began nibbling on her neck sucking gently trying to leave a hicky. “the bastard is marking me” thought Mily as waves of pleasure rushed over.
 
 Mily feeling this but still put her hand over his head and pulled his mouth into her neck. Even though it hadn't been five minutes since he'd last fucked her, he felt himself getting hard again. He began to play with those wonderful tits while kissing her neck and ears. Mily was responding by pushing her ass up against his cock making it stiffen. After just two or three minutes of her teasing, he reached down lifting her leg back over his hip.
 
 Mily's heel was pushing into his thigh. Reaching down he aligned his head up and drove his cock all the way into Mily's cunt again. This isn't possible, he thought, how can someone be this tight after being continually fucked?
 
Sid now was pistonning in and out of this married cunt at a very fast pace, stopping at the deepest point every few strokes to grind the head of his tapered cock against Mily’s cervix. Sid’s cock began to part the tightest of openings and as the tip of his cock sank into her womb, he bottomed out against his balls. At least he was thru and could do some serious damage on this white cunt. He stopped fucking her with the tip sticking into her cervix and looked into her eyes telling her, “Nothing can stop me now baby. I’m going to blast the entire load directly into your ovaries”.
 
 With that comment he started fucking Mily hard. Using long deep hard strokes slamming into her opening every time. Sid kept this pace up for another ten minutes or what seemed to Mily as an eternity. Sid then reached down, grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulder and pushed them up to her chest causing her pelvis to tilt upward for his final assault. With one more powerful thrust Sid sent another half inch through the tight opening and held himself in position lodged just through the opening of Mily’s womb. The additional angle of her raised ass gave Sid a guarantee, to shoot directly into her fertile womb without any obstruction.
 
Mily felt Sid’s cock start to swell and twitch as his orgasm came on. Fear of being knocked up by this black stranger, caused Mily to clench her muscles, causing her cunt to tighten even more, giving Sid an additional pleasure she hadn’t meant to cause. With her cunt squeezing his cock, Sid’s balls began to spasm. The sperm started its journey up the shaft of the huge cock lodged inside her. It reached the head and found the opening of his cock. It was thick and very potent with a massive quantity. Mily could feel the first shot fire through and splash against the back of her uterus. He was right; she was open for this impregnation. Sid continued to fire volley after volley doing his best to knock this milky white, married extremely beautiful woman up with his child.
 
He was holding her still, using her hips to keep himself as deep as possible while firing another  large loads of sperm into Mily’s receptive cunt. It was only when he knew he was completely through dumping and could do no more damage that he pulled out of her and sat back up to look at his handy work. Mily could also feel the cum running out of her and could feel how stretched open she was from Sid’s previous fuck sessions.
 
Sid rolled onto his back telling Mily to get on top of me and fuck me. Mily didn’t move at first at which Sid said, “move it bitch, I don’t have much time”  Mily got up straddling Sid’s body mounting his huge cock that was standing up again. This time he would get the pleasure of seeing her fucking him. Sid laughed and put his head back while enjoying the view of this beautiful married woman riding his cock... Mily was moving up and down with her hips using only six inches of Sid’s cock. He looked at her and said, all the way down this Time baby. Mily lowered herself on down till it made contact with her cervix again. She started fucking him with nine inches now at a steady rhythm hoping he would cum soon and let her go. After a few minutes at this depth, Sid reached out taking her by her tits and drove her down hard. His cock jammed all the way to his balls coming to rest against the back of her womb. Her nails dug in his chest as she felt his cock move in her pussy.
 
Mily cried out with pain at the force and depth of his penetration. Sid told her to start working her hips so to keep from killing herself with this sword, she started rocking her hips back and forth making Sid screamed, “oh yes Mily that’s it, milk me”. Sid felt his cock swelling from being fucked by this dark haired beauty. It had been twenty minutes since she started riding him. Mily felt his cock swelling and knew what was about to happen for the third Time that night. She felt his cock start Cumming again. This Time though it was Mily’s motion that made him cum...This made it even better. Sid was exploding inside her cunt. Mily could feel him blasting load after load into her fertile valley. She was trying to figure out how one man could cum so many Times with this much force in one night.
 
Sid’s sperm filled her up. She knew she was pregnant for sure, better she pop the pills as soon as she reach home. Mily sat still with Sid still inside her thinking about what had gone wrong. What she had planned as a fun night at the wedding with her daughter, turned out to be an animalistic mating session with this ugly to be groom.
 
He had made sure of that and didn’t seem to be slowing down. Sid had Mily fuck him one more Time in this position and once on her hands and knees with her ass in the air so he could make sure his last load would be in her completely. Sid had never cum this much in his life before.
 
At last Sid left her fully satisfied in the soiled bed as went on to get dressed again as groom and left the room. Tired Mily lay naked on the bed , wondering what went wrong. She looked around as her eyes fell on Sonali filming the whole session on her mobile. It didn’t matter. Sonali smiled “ You are awesome and still make younger guys go crazy” .
 
She picked up Mily’s purse from the table and thrust a fat packet in it and left the room.
Mily staggered on her heels and started to get dressed again. She looked ravishing as before except that she felt and looked tired after that animalistic sex .
 
She looked around for her daughter and felt relieved to find her playing with her friends. She was in no mood for food. It was already late , so she took her daughter around the stalls as she might be hungry and after she fed her , took leave from Dolly and left for home.
 
Dolly looked at her for some time , “Mily looked as if she had sex just now, but who was the lucky one” Dolly wondered and smiled. The smell of raw sex oozed from her body and any women could identify it.
 
“ I ll find out sooner or later” Dolly thought as she saw Mily left the premises with staggered steps tagging her daughter along.
 

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With a Younger guy again :


Its been many months that I visited my older sister Aparna. Since my last many sessions with various guys, I was getting addicted to it and a sense of feeling horny always haunted me ,whenever I was alone.
After dropping of my daughter in her bus stop , I took a brisk walk to her place without any prior intimation. As fate would have it , the summer rain pattered heavily out of the blue.

As I brisk-walked my way to Aparna's, I noticed being the target of a stare too many. It was then that I realized the handbag over my head hadn't offered enough protection, and the white formal shirt I'd worn had become completely transparent from the rain. It stuck snugly to my body, revealing the black, lacy bra I'd worn underneath and the round shape of my tits for the world to see. Feeling a bit embarrassed by the sight, I started walking faster.
A minute later I'd reached Aparna's house. She'd left work early to visit her in laws, so I didn't know if she'd be back by now. Sumon, though, was on his last summer break before college and knowing him to be the type that wouldn't go out much, I'd hoped that he'd at least be home. I rang the doorbell and another minute later, my hope proved fruitful as he opened the door.

"Hey, Sumon dear!" I said, shivering at this point from being drenched, and quickly entered the house.
Sumon closed the door behind me, letting me in. "Masi ,Mom had gone to see Dadu, but still hasn't come back."
I turned back towards him and saw the look of worry on his face. It really was raining quite heavily and I wouldn't want Aparna's  to suffer the same fate mine had.
"Did you call her?" I asked, rubbing my hands to warm them up while still shivering from the cold.

"No," he replied looking at my face, but right after his eyes rolled down my body and he saw through the now-transparent shirt my black bra and the full shape of my large breasts in its cups. I immediately noticed his face turning red. Normally I'd rush to cover myself, but Sumon didn't know or talk to any girls as far as I knew. Which meant he'd probably never seen a woman's body so up close and exposed either. I couldn't help but find his reaction cute, holding myself back from giggling and letting him have a look.
"Okay, don't worry. I'll call her, but first I need to get rid of these wet clothes. Could you get me a towel, dear?" I said, before deciding he'd seen enough and making my way to Aparna's room.

I was in Aparna's bedroom taking off my wet clothes and discarding them on the floor. I'd taken off everything - my formal shirt, dress pants, watch and heels, standing only in the lacy black bra and panties set I'd worn underneath. I reached around my back and as soon as I was about to open the strap, Sumon strolled in with a pair of fresh towels in his hands.
We looked at each other and his face immediately flushed again.
"Sorry!" He quickly said before moving back out and behind the door. He'd almost seen me fully naked.
"It's okay," I said calmly. He was clearly embarrassed, and I didn't want to make it a big deal. 'I don't want to make my sister's son almost seeing my naked, wet body a big deal,' I thought to myself, questioning the bizarreness of the thought. But the way he'd immediately gotten flustered again was still cute, and I found myself not minding the situation as much as I thought I would.

I took the towels from his hand that was outstretched into the room while he stood behind the door. Moving back to the center, I continued to strip myself of my last articles of clothing. A quiet moan of relief escaped my lips when the bra snapped off and my 34B breasts bounced free. As I bent over to take the panties off, I saw from a mirror in the corner that Sumon was secretly peeking inside and watching me the entire time.
I sighed but then smiled a little. He was eighteen after all, and not having a girlfriend meant all those teenage hormones were all over the place. He was eyeing my ass, and had no doubt gotten a good view of my  deep cleavage before I'd turned to unhook not my most conservative of bras. Sumon was Aparna's son, and he was a good boy, but he was a 'boy'.

I always knew he had a bit of a crush on me from the way his tone would shift from casual with his mom to all flustered as soon as I'd enter the house when visiting. Seeing me strip naked was probably one of his biggest fantasies. I liked Sumon.
I liked him a lot.
He'd always been a respectful and nice young man, always there for his mom and never letting her feel the lack of a man in the house. I didn't have the heart to end what was probably his biggest fantasy so soon, so I decided not to call him out for it. He could enjoy the show, it was just a little harmless fun after all.
I moved on to drying my body with one towel and my hair with the other, before moving to Aparna's closet to find something to wear. I saw from the mirror that Sumon was still staring, getting a full view of my naked sideboob, tight waist and full, jutting ass. I picked out a white cotton top that hung to just about my midriff, and a pair of blue shorts that normally reached about mid-thigh on Aparna. I was more endowed than Aparna in both departments, so the top hugged my tits quite snugly, leaving nothing of their shape and size to the imagination. Having bigger tits meant I couldn't borrow a bra either, so still cold from the rain my nipples made two pointy, hard-to-miss indentations in the soft material. The shorts also hugged my ass quite snugly, being stretched by its sheer size and almost pulled all the way up to the lower edge of my cheeks but not quite.

I could have probably worn something a lot more conservative or even just normal, but it was getting easier and easier to admit I was having fun too. There was a taboo thrill in letting my sister's son that I'd practically raised to the point of adulthood see me this way, and letting him live out his crush induced fantasies just felt like a harmless favor to the young man I already liked so much.
I moved to walk out of the bedroom and saw in the mirror Sumon quickly repositioning himself and backing away. When he saw what I'd put on his jaw straight up dropped, and this time I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. I didn't want to make him awkward, so instead of asking him if he liked what he saw or telling him his jaw was hanging, I just asked him if he wanted some coffee.

Sumon quickly gathered himself and coughed a little, before answering yes as we made our move to the kitchen. I moved in front, knowing Sumon would no doubt have his eyes glued on the way my ass swayed in those snug blue shorts. We reached the kitchen and Sumon took a seat. I started making us some coffee and couldn't help but smile seeing him unable to look away.

"Could you get me my phone, Sumon?" I asked, still making coffee. He nodded before quickly running to Aparna's bedroom and coming back with my phone.
"Let's call your mom now." I said, putting the coffee mugs on the table and taking a seat opposite to him. Sumon nodded, staring me in the eyes this time but glancing down at the white cotton stop stretched out by a pair of 34B's as soon as he thought I wasn't looking. I smiled.
"Hey Aparna, where are you?" I asked as Aparna picked up the phone.
"Hey, I'm still at in laws's. I don't think it's safe for me to head back home in this rain." she replied. "What about you? Did you manage to get home from the office?"
"I'm at your place actually. " Before I could finish, Aparna cut me off.
"Oh thank god you're there. I was going to call and ask if you could head back to my place on your way instead to keep Sumon some company. I wasn't gonna be able to be home for a while. How is he?"
"Don't worry about him. He's okay and sitting right in front of me." I said, leaving out the part where her son was struggling to choose between keeping eye contact or trying to guess Masi's bra size.
"Thank you, I'll try and make it back as soon as possible. Love you!" she said.
"Love you too!" I replied, before we hung up.

I told Sumon his mom was fine and was gonna be at his Dadu's for a while longer because of the rain. After that there wasn't much else to do. We sipped on our coffees there on the table while making small talk. I asked him about his studies, his college plans and any new hobbies he'd picked up on. Sumon was respectful enough to maintain eye contact when talking, and I appreciated that, knowing how hard it must be to not glance south considering what I was wearing.
Once we finished our coffees, I decided it was time for a little nap and moved to leave for Aparna's room.

"Oh, that window." I said, noticing a small, open window near the corner of the kitchen that was letting in the rain over a small portion of the countertop.
I turned around to walk towards it, but didn't know that Sumon was following right behind me. We bumped into each other, quickly lost balance and holding onto each other in a desperate attempt to regain it ended up collapsing altogether. Next thing I knew, I was on the kitchen floor on my back with Sumon on top of me, my breasts tightly pressed against his chest and my face mere inches from his.

Sumon had in the last moment held one of his arms around me to lessen the impact of the fall on my back, and it had worked. I didn't feel any pain from the fall, but I did feel something else.
His one hand was over my left breast, squeezing tightly and what could only be his erect cock was pushing against the upper part of my right thigh. I could feel his breath on my lips, and I was sure he could feel mine on his too.

We didn't apologize, or move, or say or do anything else at all. He wasn't getting off of me, and I wasn't asking him to get off of me either. I was looking right at him, and while his face was still its usual, innocent self, in his eyes I saw only pure, unadulterated lust. I could feel his cock getting harder and pressing further along my thigh, and before I knew it, both our faces were moving closer. I didn't know if I'd brought mine closer first, or if it was him, but it didn't matter. Just a second later our lips met and...
We were full on making out.

There are times in life where you understand what you're doing, but don't fully understand why you're doing it. We usually call moments like these being on autopilot. In this moment, I knew what I was doing, while not knowing why I was doing it. But it didn't feel like being on autopilot at all. It felt something... deeper.
We kept kissing, and my hand reached to the back of his head to caress his hair. I liked Sumon, he was cute, he was good looking, and he was respectful. But for the first time, from the way his tongue probed my mouth and the way his hands groped my tits, I realized he was a man too, and I moaned into his mouth. I admitted earlier the taboo thrill of teasing and indirectly seducing your sister's son, I just never would have thought it would lead to this.
In that moment I had the chance, I had the time to tell Sumon to stop and that this was enough. That we could treat this as his fun little introduction to sex up to the second base, which had gone well and brought us closer but was now over. But I couldn't find it in me to say the words, or to want him to stop.
While kissing me, he brought around his other arm from my back and used both hands to slowly squeeze both my tits. All the while pushing his hard cock more and more into my body. I had to admit it at that point, I was getting wet. I was getting wet because he was kissing me and squeezing my tits just the way I liked it, and because I was the reason his cock had gotten so hard.

We kept making out for a few minutes, right there on the kitchen floor. His hands on my tits, lightly squeezing and now both my hands at the back of his head, pulling his face further down and making him kiss me harder. Another few minutes of it and I found myself stopping the kiss and instead pushing his face down to my neck.
He knew what to do, and started kissing and nibbling on my neck. It felt so good and I was trying to hold back from moaning, but when he went further south, pulled the upper edge of my top down and started kissing my cleavage, I couldn't hold back. And there was a lot of cleavage to kiss. All guys loved playing with a nice pair of tits and Sumon was no different, which was more than just fine. I did have a nice  pair, and I loved having it played with. He kept moving further down, encouraged by my moans, his cock dragging along my leg as he did so, before he'd almost pulled the top edge of my top all the way down and was about to reach my nipples.
"Stop, stop." I said, reluctantly.
Sumon stopped immediately without any resistance before looking up at me. He had a worried look on his face, wondering if he'd done something wrong or pushed things too far, while also wondering if it was over. I could tell he expected the latter at this point when he got off and moved away. I stood up with him, looking at him. There was no awkwardness, neither of us regretted what just happened. But he also didn't know why it had to stop, and just as he was about to ask, I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me to Aparna's bedroom.

I didn't bother closing the door since it was just us in the house. We stood next to the bed facing each other, unable to break eye contact. It finally broke when I grabbed the bottom hem of my top and started to pull it off. Sumon got the sight he'd always wanted to see as my juicy pair of breasts he'd ever seen popped out, bouncing in the rebound of their own weight before settling into their perfectly round, still shape. I took the top off completely and threw it on the floor.
I was standing topless in front of him. He must have imagined seeing me like this more times than he could count, but this wasn't imagination anymore. It was real, and Sumon was in shock. He wasn't moving, only staring. I'd half expected him to attack and start ravaging my breasts as soon as he got access, but all he did was stare, his eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. A lot of guys would see me and at first glance want to get their hands on my body, to grope and suck and have their way with my tits, but with Sumon it was different. He'd been getting flustered by my presence ever since he was a kid. He probably had a crush on me his entire teenage years and when puberty hit, the crush would have no doubt turned sexual. This was a significant moment for him, so I waited. I let him take his time, and decided to be patient.
The patience paid off when a couple seconds later, Sumon started to move towards me. He put his left hand on my waist while guiding his right to my chest, feeling the weight of my tits and grazing my erect nipples. If he'd touched me between my legs just then he'd have found out just how wet I was, but he was too laser-focused on my chest to bother in that moment.

I tried to lift his shirt to take it off. Seeing what I was trying to do, Sumon backed away slightly before taking it off himself. I moved forward and reached for his shorts, starting to undo it. Soon he took his shorts off on his own, standing up right after.

It was my turn to stare in shock. His cock was hard, hard as steel. And judging by the size of his bulge and the way it was trying to tear his boxer shorts apart, he was packing too. I wasn't ready to rush into anything just yet so I fought the urge and held back, instead taking his hands and guiding them back to my body. Both of his hands were now on my tits, and he squeezed, fondled and groped them. His face was straining, and I could see he was holding himself back from letting out years of pent up desire and just going wild with them. And he did hold back, instead assessing my expressions and vocal responses to his touches to determine just how hard or roughly he should play with my boobs.

I smiled at both how considerate he was being and how he'd gotten one of the biggest basics right despite it being his first time. Most guys would just attack my tits and start mauling them right from the get go. And while having them roughed up was definitely fun, it had to be a build up, and Sumon was building me up just right. His squeezes and handling of my tits was very gradually getting rougher and rougher, and I was only getting wetter.
Every time he grazed over a nipple I fought to hold back a moan, which he noticed before eventually starting to pinch and squeeze them. I moaned out loud at this point, and immediately knew what we both wanted next.

I moved a little closer, and he looked at my face. He came a little closer too, and we were kissing again. He moved his hands from my tits to my back at first, but then down to my ass, squeezing the supple, toned cheek, while my arms found themselves wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper to kiss.
"Want to suck on them?" I pulled back and asked, looking straight into his eyes.
He seemed a bit thrown off by my forwardness, his eyes and heavy breathing giving me his answer instead.

Sumon was a head taller than me, so I raised myself on my tip toes and moved his head down into my chest. He didn't have to worry about eye contact anymore, he could take in the full view of the massive expanse of tits he'd lusted after for so long as much as he wanted. Wrapping his left arm around my lower back to pull me up into him, he grabbed my left breast with his free hand and at first planted a nice, long kiss near the nipple, before taking the entirety of it into his mouth and sucking. It felt amazing, and I moaned out loud while running my hands through his hair and pushing him deeper into my breast. The pleasure I felt from him sucking my nipple I'd never felt from any other man. Maybe it was the taboo nature of the situation, letting my sister's son have his way with my chest. Or maybe it was the years of pent up lust being unleashed on my nipple all at once, but my head started to spin from how good his mouth felt on me.
 
A minute later I pulled his head back and tilted my chest.
"Now this one." I said, redirecting him to suck on my other breast.
He didn't even bother looking up, just followed the given instruction and went directly to work. He knew what to do with a woman, and he only further solidified his case when he moved his hand from my back to between my legs. He started touching my pussy, feeling it, and either accidentally or knowingly rubbing my clit under my shorts. My tits in his mouth and his fingers on my clit, coupled with the taboo of it being my sister's son was too much to handle and I felt myself losing control.
When we'd first made out in the kitchen, I'd thought to let him have a little fun. Maybe let him feel me up, see my tits, maybe even suck on them. Maybe he could play with my pussy, or I could give him a handjob. But now, the 'little fun' aspect of it all was gone. I was ready to do everything.
I was ready to take him in, and he wasn't hesitating either. I felt him insert a finger in my pussy while his mouth remained latched onto my tits. I held the surface of his hand graze against my clit as he started a to and fro movement with his finger.

I pushed him back and kissed him again, before sliding past him and laying down on my back on the bed. With inviting eyes, I spread my legs, and he knew what to do. His finger hooked my shorts and pulled it down my silky legs. I was now fully nude for him with my lone anklet glinting in my left foot.
He got on the floor next to the bed, put one hand on my thigh and brought the other close to my pussy again. He pushed his finger back in, but deeper. I threw my head back, basking in the pleasure when suddenly, I felt him move his other hand from my thigh and onto my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I was too turned on at this point. All the foreplay up till now coupled with his other hand finding its way to my clit made my entire body shake in a deep, hard orgasm and I came all over his finger.
He kept his motions going until I stopped shaking, then pulled his hands away from my pussy to place them on my thighs. He watched me breathing heavily, and I looked down to catch him with a smile on his face.

"Have you done that before?" I asked, running my hand over his forearm.
"Do what?" he asked, unsure if I were asking him whether he'd sucked on some tits before or fingered a pussy.
"What you just did with your finger, have you done that before?" I asked again.
"Oh, no. No I haven't..." He said, embarrassed and looking down.
"You were good, you made me cum," I told him, immediately getting up off the bed and pulling him with me to stand next to it. He was now looking at me, but I was looking down at the bulge in his boxer shorts. His cock was still hard, and I had to take care of it. I went down on my knees, now looking up straight in his eyes, and with that eye contact, pulled his boxers down to reveal the full length of his naked, hard cock. And it was...
... a really nice cock.
Around seven  inches in length, and girthy. But what I loved most about it was how veiny and hard it was. It looked like it would explode with a single touch, and I half expected it to when I reached forward with my hand to grab onto it. But it didn't. I gave it a few strokes before moving it up and out the way to see his balls and I gasped... they were huge.
Absolutely huge.
I was pretty liberal when it came to sex. I'd always been kinky in bed, and one of those kinks was my love for cum. I loved it when guys pulled out and sprayed me down with a huge load of cum. I'd always been told that my body and  tits were built for cumshots, and over time, I'd started to believe it. And as much as I loved being sprayed down, I loved it even more when they shot a huge load of it in my mouth. I loved the feeling of it, and Sumon's balls definitely looked like they had a couple of huge loads ready for me.
Sumon had closed his eyes from the pleasure of me handling his cock. As soon as he reopened them and we made eye contact, I went to work, wrapping my lips around him. I sucked and stroked at the same time, taking half his length in my mouth and stroking the remaining half. His cock tasted absolutely delicious, and just as I was savoring the taste, Sumon moaned out loud and grabbed onto my shoulder, trying to push me away. I was too occupied with sucking his dick to get the hint, and he exploded and shot a huge load of cum right into my mouth.
His first rope went straight to my throat, which I quickly swallowed. I quickly pulled back, opening my mouth and sliding out my tongue, looking up at Sumon while I stroked his cock into my open mouth. Sumon shot ropes after ropes of thick creamy cum and I let it pool on my tongue. When my mouth was full, I quickly swallowed then opened wide again, letting him unload the rest into his Masi’s mouth before she swallowed again.
Finally after the third gulp, his orgasm died down and small little dribbles of cum leaked out from the tip of his cockhead.
"I'm... I'm sorry," he said, gasping. "I should have warned you."
"It's okay," I said, stroking his cock from its root to its head to milk out the last of the dribbles before giving his cockhead a final kiss and swallowing again. Sumon looked down at me in a trance. "You taste really good, I swallowed all of it." I teased him, licking my lips and smacking them before opening my now empty mouth for him to see.
Sumon looked like his legs were about to give out, so I again got into bed and asked him to lay down next to me. He did, and I saw his cock going soft. He had his eyes closed, and I put my hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.
"Have you had sex before?" I asked him.
"No," he replied, with eyes still closed. Sumon was a virgin, and yet he'd been good enough at foreplay to get me off. It raised the question that if that's how good he'd been without experience, what would he be like with it? Was I willing to find out, though? He was my Sister's son, and we'd already gone so far.
I was moving my hand on his chest, feeling his body, when Sumon moved his right hand and brought it to my chest. I let him fondle my tits again, while I moved my own hand down to his softened cock. It immediately started to reverse course.
"You're getting hard again." I said. He kept quiet, knowing neither what to say nor to expect. "You've got a really nice cock, Sumon." I gave him a compliment, grabbing his now hard dick and stroking it.
As I stroked his cock, I kept thinking if I should just stop things here or go for more. But his hands on my tits had already started to make the decision for me. He was playing with them just right, grazing and flicking my nipples, lightly twisting them, pinching them. I was getting turned on again, and before I knew it, my decision was made.
I got up and looked at him. I couldn't control it anymore. Sumon saw my naked, toned body climb onto his waist, my tiny waist and  tits on full display as I sat there, looking directly into his eyes. I leaned forward, grabbed his now fully hard cock and sat on it, taking it deep in my pussy. I managed to take half - about four inches on my first descent, before rising up and dropping again, taking more and more of him.
"Ah..." Sumon moaned, his eyes widening. He was shocked with my abrupt decision, looking right into my eyes.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, and reluctantly stopped moving. His cock felt so big and hard inside me.
He quickly nodded no, at which point I put one hand on his chest and started moving on top of his cock again, eventually taking his full length and starting to ride him slowly.
"Don't cum inside me, let me know when you're close." I told him, slowly bouncing on his cock and rotating my hips in between. It felt so good.
I bent forward onto his body, bringing my tits near his face. He quickly got the hint, grabbing onto both breasts and licking my nipples in turns, before taking them into his mouth and beginning to suck. That turned me on as much as it did him, and I started riding faster.
This time Sumon lasted a little longer, and I bent down further to kiss him while grinding on his cock.
"I'm..." He suddenly pulled back, warning me.
I got the hint this time, quickly pulled his cock out from my pussy and moved to lay on my stomach between his legs. I grabbed his cock and stroked it, and he didn't even give me time to take it in my mouth. He exploded with a huge rope of cum in the air that landed right back down onto my hand, his cock and his stomach, none getting on the sheets luckily. I quickly opened my mouth, pushed my tongue out and guided his cockhead onto it, giving Sumon a nice, warm target to unload his balls into.
Sumon shot multiple more ropes into my open mouth, this orgasm just as strong if not stronger than the first, and I quickly took to swallowing his load again. Rope after rope of thick, virile semen would hit my tongue and the insides of my mouth, and I'd lap it up quickly before opening wide to take the next.
His orgasm subsided while I still stroked his cock, milking out the last drops. I looked up at him, and he had on his face a look of pure satisfaction and peace. I smiled, taking the head of his cock back in my mouth to clean it of the cum that had dropped back onto it from his first rope, swallowing it before deciding to suck on his dick a little while longer. I stopped when Sumon involuntarily flexed his legs and groaned, his cock now no-doubt sensitive from his second orgasm. I moved up his body to slurp up the pools of cum that fell on his stomach, savoring the taste one last time before pulling away. Getting off the bed, I made my way to the bathroom, cleaning off all signs of sex before heading back to the room.
Sumon was still laying on the bed, eyes closed, his soft cock and stomach shining from a sheen of saliva from my earlier cleaning. I went into the closet and replaced the white top and blue shorts with a modest gown to cover myself up with, expecting Aparna to arrive back home soon.
"Take a shower, I'll take of these wet clothes till you're done." I said, starting to iron the clothes I'd initially arrived in while he went to the bathroom.
I finished the ironing and left them on the bed, before heading to the kitchen and deciding to make some sandwiches for some post-sex replenishment. With said sandwiches in hand, I entered the bedroom again, finding Sumon sitting on the bed just lost in his thoughts, but all dressed up now.
"Here you go." I handed him a sandwich.
"Thanks," he replied, back to being his shy, cute self.
We ate in silence, not exactly knowing what to say after all that.
"Don't tell anyone about what happened between us." I finally said.
"Okay."
"Not even your closest friends."
"Okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, I won't tell anyone."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Good."
After finishing my sandwich, I called Aparna again.
"Hey," she said, picking up.
"Hey Aparna, left yet?"
"Yeah I'm on my way. Are you still at the house?"
"Still here."
"Is Sumon okay?"
"He's fine, don't worry. We just ate some sandwiches together."
"Thank you so much love, I'll be there in 20." She said, before hanging up.
"You mom's on her way home, she should be here in about 20." I told Sumon. "You want more sandwiches?"
"No," he replied, and I felt a little sadness in his voice.
Not knowing what else to say, I told him I should get ready to leave and got up. I took off the gown I'd borrowed and started wearing my clothes. Surprisingly, Sumon didn't bother looking at me. He was sitting on the other side of the bed, facing the wall.
"What happened?" I asked, now a little concerned.
He looked at me as I was putting on my bra. I let him take another last look at my tits, then slowly put the bra back on, turning to face him so he could get a nice, last look at my cleavage too, hoping to take away some of that sadness.
"Nothing," he replied, but this time continuing to watch me get dressed.
I grabbed my handbag, and moved to Aparna's living room with Sumon soon following. Before leaving, I made sure to double check a complete lack of evidence of any sexual encounter between myself and her son. Satisfied, I relaxed and took out my phone to catch up on some texts and work mails.

Contd ......

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

Continued ....

I left Aparna's house without answering the questions Sumon had in his head. It was still raining by the time Aparna dropped me home, though not as much. Heading inside I went straight to my bedroom, discarding all clothes into the laundry hamper and jumped into bed. Covering myself with a blanket, I left the window of the room open, wanting to hear the sound of rain while thinking of what I'd just done with my Sister's son.

The logical part of my brain knew it wasn't right, but I couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement, crossing my legs in pleasure from memories of the encounter. Regardless, it was better to listen to the logical parts of your head through these moments, and I decided that it was going to be a one-time thing and never again. Sumon's a young guy, and like any other guy, he should have a girlfriend his own age rather than a woman 14 years his older.

For the next couple of weeks, I avoided Aparna's place as much as I could. This one time my phone rang at home, and it was Sumon calling me from his personal number. I didn't pick his call, but found out the next day it had been Aparna calling from his number, with her own phone being on charge. It was then I considered that maybe my complete distancing was an overreaction, and I headed to Aparna's the next day just like old times. But after what had transpired between Sumon and I, I immediately picked up on how his behavior towards me had changed. The 18 year old that was once a complete dumb around me was now no longer nervous when we talked. And then there were the 'accidental' touches.

He'd let his hand make contact with my ass whenever I'd pass by him, or he'd reach across the counter I was standing at to grab something and let his forearm rub against my breasts. There were many other examples of such 'accidental' touches that I said nothing to, but then there was the staring... I tried to act like nothing had happened between us, but the way he stared at my cleavage through my low-cut tops, my ass in pretty much anything I'd wear and even the look he'd have on his face staring at mine wasn't helping me forget anything.

One night Aparna invited me to have dinner at her's. While she prepared things in the kitchen, I'd taken a seat at the dining table when Sumon came over and took one right adjacent to mine. At first I thought of making up an excuse and leaving, before coming back and taking a different seat away from him. But then I let it go, choosing to remain seated where I was. I was trying to normalize things, and sitting next to my Sister's son was normal.
A minute later, I felt his hand on my thigh. I didn't look at him, just pushed his hand away, but a minute later he placed it right back. Before I could push it away this time, he pulled my dress up, running his fingers along the smooth skin of my thigh before resting his hand on it again, bare this time.

I should've felt revolted, or even angry. My decision to not let anything like what had happened that rainy day happen ever again was final, but I couldn't stop him. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. I liked his touch. I liked the way his hard hand felt against the softness of my toned thigh. I liked the way his hands felt on me. I tried to snap out of it, about to move him away once again, but he started a to and fro motion, lightly stroking the skin of my thigh, before moving to cusp its inner aspect and squeezing. I held back a gasp, my body completely still and mouth slightly agape. If this kept going, I didn't know how much longer I could stay in control of my restraint.
"Sumon, please stop it..." I whispered.
"Why?" he asked, his hand still feeling my thigh.
"Because it's not okay for you to touch me like that. It's not... good." I replied, not knowing why I wasn't just pushing his hand away.
"You say it's not good, but I think it's the best thing that's ever happened to me." He'd changed, and he'd changed fast. He was no longer that innocent, shy Sumon I knew for so long, and that snapped me back to reality.

"I don't care what you think of it, it was a mistake. Now keep your hands away from me," I said and finally pushed him away.
"You're asking me to stop, but that day you wanted me to touch you. You made me touch you, and I know you liked it," Sumon was being vulgar, more vulgar than I'd ever seen him be or even thought he had in him. But he was telling the truth.
He had now stopped feeling me up, and deep inside I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I wanted him to keep touching me, despite by protests, but I knew it to be wrong. So I stayed silent, ending the encounter when Aparna came to the table with freshly cooked food and the three of us had dinner together.
Over dinner, Aparna told us that next week she'd be heading out of town for an office thing, and asked if I could stay over at her place and look out for Sumon while she's gone. My heart immediately fluttered at this, and Sumon and I exchanged glances. I saw a little smile creep up his lips, clearly overjoyed at the proposal but managing to hide it well. I, meanwhile, felt very worried. A few days alone with Sumon were definitely not a good idea, especially now that I was trying to set some boundaries and distance with him.

I thought over it, searching my head for ways to decline, but what she was asking for was entirely reasonable. I'd already stayed over at their place so many a times, and she'd feel completely at ease entrusting her son to her Sister. We shared the same workplace so I couldn't lie about a work-commitment without her catching on. My mind tried coming up with more potential excuses but alas, I couldn't say no to Aparna.

The rest of the entire week I stayed away from Aparna's place. My mind was consistently filled with nervous thoughts of how I would handle this, how I'd shut Sumon down when he'd inevitably try to make advances again, and how I had to stay steadfast in my decision of our first encounter also being the last. At the same time, I hated that I also felt a little excited. I didn't want to, but every time memories of our encounter would enter my head, a chill would run up my spine and a jolt of arousal between my legs. Thoughts of the way he'd played with my thigh at the dinner table brought out the same feelings, and before I knew it, the day had arrived.

I got a call from Aparna that evening, telling me she was leaving soon and that I should come over. I dropped my daughter at my parent’s house and I packed my clothes, spending a little more time than I would have liked deciding on the lingerie. I wanted to pick out the least racy options, telling myself mentally that I'd have no reason to throw anything sexy on through my stay there. My decision to not let anything like last time happen again with Sumon was, of course, final.

Seeing me enter the house, Sumon smiled like he'd won something. Up above I was wearing a sleeveless, plain black  top, which did a great job at hiding most of the cleavage the lacy black bra I had on underneath left in the open, but also fit very snugly around my well-endowed bust. Down below I had on a pair of form-hugging, dark blue jeans. This was a casual outfit for me, and I'd dressed similarly hundreds of times when visiting Aparna's before. But with the way Sumon was mentally undressing my body, hungrily eyeing my chest and ass as soon as I entered, I felt as if I were completely naked. I sighed before making my way to Aparna's room, hugging her then helping her pack. Sumon followed and just stood near the bed, staring at my chest. I realized when I saw myself in the mirror that the upper edge of my bra had popped out after I'd bent over to place clothes in Aparna's suitcase earlier, and that's what Sumon had been staring at. I quickly readjusted it, returning my focus to the packing.
"I'm going to miss my flight aren't I?" Aparna said worriedly, stuck on double checking if she'd packed according to the list of things she'd made.
"Oh come on, I think we're done. I double checked already and you're all set." I reassured her with a smile.

"Yeah, I hope so." She replied, taking a look at her luggage a final time.
"I should leave now. Okay, Sumon, I'll be back in just a couple of days. Be nice to Aunt Aparna, and take as much care of her as she does of you." Aparna hugged Sumon, who looked at me and smiled, clearly understanding the double-entendre of her words. I didn't return the smile, not wanting to put any more thoughts in his head than there already were. We picked up her luggage and moved it out and into the waiting cab.
"Please take care of everything." Aparna said, turning to me and hugging me goodbye.
"Don't worry about anything. Now go, or you actually will miss that flight." I hugged her back.
Aparna left, and we waved her goodbye. Sumon headed back into the house as soon as the taxi turned the corner of the street, while I stayed outside, once again nervous and not knowing what to expect.

I stayed for a bit longer before sighing, telling myself that I'm a big girl and can handle this. Accepting the situation and brushing aside the million thoughts in my head, I moved towards the door, stepping back inside. The entry to the house was into its TV lounge, and I saw Sumon standing in the center of it, waiting for me. I turned to lock the door, and as soon as I did, I felt a pair of arms reach forward from behind and immediately latch onto my tits.
Sumon was hugging me from behind, his hands squeezing my tits before he drove his crotch into my jeans-clad ass, pressing against it.
"Sumon... what are you doing?" Even though I was expecting something of the sort, how quickly and abruptly he made his move still managed to surprise me.
"I'm in love with you. You're so beautiful. You're all I've thought about ever since that day." Sumon pressed his lips against my shoulder and started kissing his way to my neck.

His grip on my tits was tight, which I didn't know was intentional or an attempt of just trying to hold me. I'd already made up my mind to end it all, but hearing his words and feeling the way his hands, lips and body felt on mine, I closed my eyes, reminding myself how wrong it was to divert my attention from how good it felt.
"Sumon, please..." I said, but made no move to push him away. "This isn't right..."
"I won't tell anyone about it, I promise." Sumon replied before further tightening his hug.
Meanwhile, his fingers grabbed the  hem of my top and pulled it up, revealing my black brassiere and the canyon of cleavage inside it. He ran his fingers over the bare skin of my breasts left uncovered by the cups, before taking a firm hold of them again, squeezing and fondling the soft tissue.
The way he was handling my breasts and the way his body was tightly pressed up against mine was making me wet again. I fought to hold myself back from moaning, remaining determined in not wanting this to proceed.

"Sumon! Please just listen to me!" I finally said, a bit firmly this time, and he loosened his grip and pulled himself away.
I turned around, unbothered by the fact that my tits were hanging out in the open covered only by a bra, with an expanse of cleavage for his eyes to feast on. But he didn't feast. He didn't look down at all. His eyes were locked onto mine and before I could say anything else, he moved forward and planted his lips on mine.
I tried to push him away, but he instead pushed me back against the door. I tried to push him away again, but he wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer and bringing his other hand to lightly cup my face. I pushed his hand away, but he brought it right back, still kissing me the entire time. I tried pushing again, but he was relentless. Another push, and another, but each one was weaker than the last and before I knew it, I was kissing him back.
His tongue entered my mouth and I let out the moan I'd been holding back this time, pushing my own back into his. Soon my arms that were just moments earlier trying to separate us were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer while his hand that was on my face made its way back down to cup my right breast and squeeze it. His other hand he'd placed on my back moved down to grab my ass as our kisses grew harder and sloppier.

Things were a lot more passionate this time. I could tell from the way he kissed and touched me that he wasn't lying about how he felt, he really did have feelings for me. But those feelings weren't love, they were lust, which only further drove him on when his hand cupping my chest slid inside the bra and he started fondling my bare breast, grazing its nipple with his palm. His body against mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands all over me, it was starting to feel good to the same point I'd lost control in the last time. He pushed me further into the door, and when I felt his erection pressing into my lower abdomen, memories of his cock and what we'd done the last time came flooding into my brain. And that did it. I lost control again. Where just moments ago I was ready to close this entire ordeal once and for all, I was now instead ready to have my clothes ripped off and let my Sister's son do whatever he wanted with me.

But part of me held back. It was wrong. He was my Sister's son. The Sister that had entrusted me to take care of her son while she went out of town, and this kind of taking care of isn't what she'd meant at all. I wouldn't just be betraying Aparna's trust, I'd also be reaffirming to Sumon that he had a chance with a woman much older than him, rather than diverting his attention to finding a girlfriend his own age he could be happy with. It was just one wrong after another. If I were to go through with this again, I had to find a way to justify it. But the things he was doing to me were too distracting. I had to think, I had to...
It finally hit me. The justification I was looking for.

Just one more time, and then, never again?
We already had our tongues in each other's mouths. He already had his hand feeling my bare tits, with his other planted firmly on my ass. His hard cock was already pressing into my body. Just one more time wouldn't hurt, would it? I could justify one more time, couldn't I? The first time I didn't tell him anything about this being a one-time thing. Maybe it was my fault that he'd been feeling this way this entire time. Maybe I'd led him on to the point where all he could think about was me, and the things he'd like to do to my body again. Any guy would anticipate sex again if the first time went so unbelievably good, wouldn't he? Then why would Sumon be any different?
I had to take responsibility. That was my justification. I had to take responsibility for maybe having led him on by not declaring the first time to be the last. I had to let him get all that anticipation out of his system. It wasn't for me, it was for him. Of course it was. Yes, he was making me extremely wet and horny, and all I wanted in the moment was to get on my knees for him and suck his cock till he shot another wad of cum straight into my mouth. Yes, I wanted to drag him to the bedroom and get on all fours for him, taking his cock deep inside my wet cunt and letting him rail me while I thrust my ass out for him, cumming again and again on the end of his cock. Yes, I wanted all that. But this was still about him, not about me, right? It was, and I'd found the justification I was looking for to help make my decision...
I was going to let him fuck me again.

One last time.
And then I'd tell him it was the last time. And then it would be over.
I stopped kissing him, pushing him away. Breathing heavily, I pulled off my tank top and threw it on the floor, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders right after. I wanted his mouth on my tits again, and I looked at Sumon impatiently. He was staring at my once-again naked breasts, giving my eyes a quick glance before moving forward and diving in. He immediately grabbed both breasts and started taking turns sloppily sucking on each nipple. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure, still breathing heavily.
I pushed him back again, reaching for the lower hem of his shirt to pull it off of him. He grabbed it with me and discarded it on the floor, bending forwards to hungrily lap at my tits again.
"Yes..." I moaned softly. "Suck on those tits..." I continued, when the realization hit me that we were still at the front door of the house. "Wait, wait..." I asked him to stop.
Sumon pulled back, having forgotten to breathe while attacking my tits and now breathless as a result. He thought I was having second thoughts again, and that I'd told him to stop as means of ending things. I smiled at him, taking his hand in mine before leading us to the bedroom once again. Aparna had told me that I could set myself up and sleep wherever I felt comfortable, be it her room or the guest room she'd prepared. But for what Sumon and I were about to do... I preferred to fuck him in the same bed we'd first done it in.

I opened the door with Sumon right behind me. As soon as we entered I heard the sounds of him unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. I followed suit, bending forward and pulling down my jeans, my bent-over ass on full display for him as I slid them off. I looked back at him and caught him hungrily eyeing my body, a small smile forming on my lips in anticipation of what he'd get to do to it in just a moment. Seeing his massive cock all hard and ready for me, I climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours and looking back at Sumon again.
I raised my ass for him, arching my back and lowering my head near the sheets before whispering just loud enough for him to hear me.
"Fuck me."
I felt my heart beat faster as he moved closer and planted one hand on my ass, using the other to rub my pussy as his cock settled between the crack of my cheeks. I moaned when he began to rub on my clit, while he involuntarily thrust between my crack for a stroke or two. I looked back at and saw him straining from the sight and feel of my bent over ass.

I just hoped he could handle it. Most guys I'd slept with in the past couldn't and would cum too fast in this position, but Sumon wasn't afraid to try. Having thrusted enough of his cock between my cheeks to his liking, he tightened the grip on my ass with one hand while using the other to guide the tip into my pussy. And then he pushed, and I felt him enter me for the second time.

A throaty moan escaped my lips as soon as he slid the first couple inches in. He had a girthy fucking cock, and he was stretching my pussy open with it again. From how wet I was, he didn't have too much trouble and now using both hands to grab onto my ass, he slowly pushed all the way inside.
I felt so full, and it felt so fucking good. I felt like I was about to cum already, and he hadn't even started fucking me yet. And that's when Sumon slowly pulled back till only the first two inches of his hard cock remained inside, and thrust forward.

The first thought that entered my head as soon as he started fucking me was that I was going to cum. Sumon, my Sister's son, was going to make me cum on his perfect cock within seconds of being inside me. The second thought that entered my head was a far more worrisome one.
How was I going to give this up?

I didn't have time to ponder the answer as just another few thrusts later, I buried my face into the sheets and howled. I was coming. Sumon was making me cum. My Sister's son was making me cum within just seconds of fucking me while I bent forward on all fours for him in her bed. My body shook and trembled violently, my back arched further and I outstretched my arms, clasping the bedsheets. The entire time, Sumon kept thrusting, fucking me through the orgasm.


After what felt like a full minute, I finally started to come back down. That orgasm was much stronger than the one he'd given me the first time with his fingers, and I breathed heavily in its aftermath. Still feeling amazing from Sumon's long, deep strokes, I pulled myself back into position, once again forming that perfect arch and thrusting my ass further out for him to ram his cock into.

"I'd always... fantasized..." Sumon said under heavy breaths, fucking me at a steady pace. "... about doing this."
"Mmm..." I moaned, turning to look back at him with bedroom eyes. "You mean bending me over and fucking me doggy?"
"Yes... this... this is so..." Sumon replied, trying to manage his breath as he used my tight, wet pussy to stroke the full length of his cock. "... hot."
I giggled, turning back around and letting him pummel my pussy.
"I always..." Sumon again tried to say something.

"Shh, baby," I said, looking back at him once again. "Don't talk. Just keep fucking me."
Sumon heeded my advice, and didn't say anything after that. On one particularly deep stroke a loud moan escaped my lips, and Sumon tightened his grip on my ass. With it, he started to pull my ass back into his thrusts, upping the intensity of the fucking. I could hear him gasping and groaning, then suddenly, he increased the pace.
Sumon started fucking me faster and harder, and I joined him in groaning and gasping at the receiving end of his cock. His cock was huge, and I could handle only about a minute more of the increased intensity when I came again. My pussy contracted on his dick, edging his cock even tighter, and Sumon had to stop thrusting to keep himself from coming. He let me ride through my orgasm with the full length of his hard cock buried fully inside me. I'd told him the first time I rode him to not cum inside, and I was proud of him for remembering that and pausing his thrusts to hold back. Once I came back down from my second orgasm, I asked him to pull out.
He did and I turned around, climbing off the bed and planting a deep kiss on his mouth, before pushing him onto it. With his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, I dropped to my knees and scooted myself between them.

I wanted to suck his dick again.

While the first time I'd questioned each decision before taking it, it wasn't the case this time. I was immensely horny despite having cum twice, and I wanted to feel him in my mouth. I also wanted to reward him for not coming inside me at a time I was too preoccupied with my own orgasm to remind him not to. Sumon looked down at me between his legs from the bed, and I smiled widely at him, grabbing onto his cock and wrapping my lips around it.
He groaned in pleasure and his head fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as I began to bob my head up and down his length and stroked the lower half. He raised his head again, the sight of me sucking his cock too good to miss, and I gave him a show. Pulling my mouth off of him, I spat on his cock, rubbing the saliva from the root of his dick to the head, before guiding him back to my mouth but removing my hand from his shaft this time. We stared in each other's eyes as I thrust my head forward, taking his cock deeper inch by inch till he entered my throat, continuing my descent till I took all eight inches of him and his balls rested against my chin.
"Oh, fuck, Masi..." Sumon moaned, the pleasure and the sight too much. His cock twitched in my throat, and I knew he was close. I pulled back and throated his length a couple more times before bringing my hand back to his shaft and returning to the sucking and stroking combination. Sumon's face was straining at this point, and he finally groaned out loud. "I'm gonna cum."

I quickly pulled back and rested his cockhead onto my outstretched tongue again, opening wide for him and vigorously stroking his length. Just as he'd said, Sumon's cock twitched a final time and thick, creamy jets of cum began exiting his slit onto my tongue and into my mouth. I caught all of it, continuing to stroke his dick as he pumped out rope after rope of cum. I placed one hand on his balls and felt them contract with each ejaculation. Sumon had shot about eight streams of cum into my mouth already, but his balls still felt so full. I smiled with an open mouth, knowing we'd have to go at least another round or two to completely empty these balls. And I wasn't going to let this 'last time' conclude till I'd done exactly that.

With my mouth full and the cock in my hands still pumping cum, I let Sumon watch as I quickly swallowed his thick, creamy semen before parting my mouth open for more. And he was happy to give me more, firing off a few more shots before the streams started to die down. The thought from earlier on how I was going to give this up entered my head again. Sumon was producing, shooting and making me swallow amounts of cum no other man ever had. Whether he naturally came a lot or it was the excitement of finally getting to fuck the woman he'd lusted after his entire life, I didn't know. Regardless, it was enough to make me question again how I was ever gonna give this up.

I pumped the last few streams into my waiting mouth and swallowed again, closing my mouth around his head to clean it of any residue before finally pulling away. Sumon collapsed back onto the bed, his reason for keeping himself arched up on his elbows to watch now concluded. He was breathing heavily, and so was I. This was some of the hottest sex I'd ever had, and it was with an eighteen year old. I was fourteen years older than him, with vastly more experience, and yet he'd satisfied me better than anything I could have possibly expected.

Lost in the trail of that thought, my mind snapped back to reality when his cock twitched. I'd been staring into nothingness when I noticed Sumon was up on his elbows, looking down at me again. But that wasn't all I noticed, and I gasped.
"You're still hard..." I said to him, glaring at the massive cock in front of me still standing completely erect.
"You're the hottest woman I've ever seen." He said, and for the first time since the aftermath of our first encounter, I sensed that shyness I'd always known him for to have found its way back in his voice.

My heart fluttered, and I smiled widely. I'd begun to think from the way he'd been acting the past few weeks that our first time had changed him forever, that gone was the innocent, shy Sumon I always adored so much. But I could tell from his words and demeanor now that he'd been putting on an act. Maybe he thought he'd come off as more 'manly' and that I'd want him more because of that. Or maybe he was just nervous and the nerves made him act not like his usual self. But none of it mattered, since he was still there, and I stopped feeling subconsciously guilty for having taken him away forever.

The way he nervously looked at me, and the shyness with which he'd called me the hottest woman ever, it was just so damn cute. And with his cock all hard and ready for me again, I found myself climbing onto the bed, grabbing his face and passionately kissing him. He ran his hands over my body as I did, groping the thickness of my ass and greedily groping my tits. I pushed him further into the center of the bed, sitting on his waist and raising myself, before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding him inside me again.

So again, I was on top of Sumon with his full length buried deep inside me. I started riding him, and he reached forward to grab onto my tits as I quickly upped the intensity. I rode him hard and vigorously, bouncing on his cock with the both of us groaning in pleasure. Soon I came again, grinding my ass into his crotch and biting my hand to keep from screaming, shaking violently on top of him. Sumon let go of my tits and grabbed the sides of my hips, raising me up before meeting me on the descent down, manually fucking me through my orgasm.

Once I started to come down I fell on his chest, my body exhausted from its third intense orgasm. Sumon quickly rolled us over and started pounding my pussy with deep, long strokes. He watched as I lay limp in the throes of pleasure, my big tits bouncing with every thrust and my toned body undulating underneath him. The sight of it was too much for him, as he pulled his cock out and climbed further up the bed, stroking his now free shaft and shooting a second massive load of cum all over my tits.
He absolutely painted them, firing off an initial six to seven ropes that covered the entire expanse of both breasts, cum dribbling down my cleavage. Some shots ricocheted off my tits into the bedsheets, as he made sure to cover my rack thoroughly, landing a good fat dollop on each nipple and even getting some on my neck.
When he was done, he collapsed back into the bed, breathing heavily with sweat on his forehead. I surveyed his work, and my tits really were just absolutely doused with his semen. It was probably another one of his life-long fantasies, since I didn't remember asking him to cum on them. Another one off the list, I thought, before snaking my fingers through the web of cum on my breasts and guiding them into my mouth, letting him watch me taste him again

I went back for seconds and then thirds, before spreading the cum into my tits like a lotion and just licking my palms clean. Sumon watched completely transfixed as I played with and ate his cum again, the sight of it and my tits while I lay on my back, stacked on each other and covered in a sheen of his semen, making his cock start to harden a third time.

I looked at him and smiled, realizing he remembered to not cum inside again. Which itself was bizarre, that I'd found myself in a situation where I was proud of my Sister's son for shooting his massive load of cum on me and not in me at all. I'd never thought all those years watching him grow up that one day I'd be laying next to him in his mother's bed, cooling down after two bouts of intense fucking and a blowjob, with a fresh sheen of his cum all over my chest. Not in a million years, yet here we were.

contd ....

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

Contd ...

His eyes were closed and I wondered if he were thinking the same thing I was: was this right, or immensely wrong?

Setting aside the thought for now, I spoke after a long period of silence and breathing.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really." he replied, his eyes still closed.
He seemed exhausted, despite his cock having returned to a semi-hard state since my show of eating his cum off my tits. I was his first experience with a woman, and the realization for him must have set in that satisfying one isn't a walk in the park. But he did a great job at it, and while I was still uncertain whether any of this was right or wrong, there was one thing I had absolutely no doubt in the certainty of:
Sumon had fucked me really, really good.
I wasn't very hungry either, so hearing his response I decided not to worry about dinner. I was pretty exhausted too, and before I knew it my eyes grew heavy and I drifted off to sleep. Whether Sumon fell asleep too with me, or whether he took off to sleep in his own room I didn't know, since the next morning when I woke up he wasn't there. I was still naked in Aparna's bed, covered by a blanket that I assumed Sumon had thrown on me at some point in the night.
I threw the blanket off of me and looked down at my naked body. His cum from last night had dried up on my tits and they were a sticky, crusty mess. I got up to take a shower before throwing on one of Aparna's robes, leaving the room to find Sumon.
I checked the kitchen first, but he wasn't there. So I made my way to his room. I saw that the door was partly open already and before I could knock or step inside, I saw through the gap Sumon sitting on the bed, his side towards the door. He'd taken his pants off and was stroking his hard cock, and I gasped. But the gasp wasn't from the fact that he was masturbating alone in his room, it was from the fact that in his other hand, he held one of the blue bras I'd packed and was rubbing his cock against it.
Part of me wanted to stand there and watch him cum all over the bra. I wondered if he'd put it back into my luggage after, hoping that I'd then unknowingly wear it without knowing it's doused in his cum, or if he'd throw it in the laundry. But the justification I'd given myself last night to end up in this situation in the first place came running as the voice of reason. I had to put a stop to this. Last night was the last time, and it couldn't go on any longer.
"Sumon," I called out to him. Even though he'd fucked me twice in his mom's bed just last night, seeing me standing there at his doorstep, caught with my bra and his cock in his hands, his face quickly shifted from one of pleasure to that of nervousness.
He stopped jerking his cock, but still held my bra as he looked at me worriedly. I stepped into the room and walked over to him.
"My bra..." I asked, gesturing for him to hand it over.
Not saying a word, he slowly moved his hand and did as was asked of him. I looked down and saw his precum having left wet spots inside the cups, before looking back up and noticing his cock standing completely erect and hard. Memories of the previous night came rushing into my head, and I gulped as my nipples hardened. A little voice inside my head told me to just throw that robe off right there and then and start both our mornings off with a nice, sloppy blowjob. But I quickly sidelined that voice, this was over. Last night was the last time.
I didn't comment on the situation. I didn't react at all actually. In normal circumstances it would be completely justified for me to be angry, or to ask him what the fuck he was doing, or why he went through my personal belongings, but I wanted to handle this calmly. That's at least what I told myself. I knew the real reason I didn't react was that I didn't mind him jerking off onto my bra at all. In fact, I found it pretty hot. That voice inside my head telling me to give him an early morning blowjob was no one else's but my own. But I had to stay in control. I was the adult here and I needed to make an adult decision and handle this situation the adult way.
I could tell Sumon was still nervous from the look on his face till a few moments back, but when I looked down at him again that nervousness was gone. He wasn't looking me in the eyes anymore, instead his gaze had shifted south. I looked south myself and saw that the robe I was wearing had parted a bit and a canyon of cleavage was showing. I clearly hadn't done the best job tying it, which I questioned was a subconscious decision. Did I want the robe to get loose and give Sumon another view of my tits?
I was getting distracted by my own thoughts too much. This had to stop. I decided to end the confrontation, tied my robe tightly and left his room for the kitchen, firing up some breakfast. Any longer I'd stayed and I had a feeling I'd have let him serve me breakfast right there in his bed with another load of cum in my mouth.
Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't I think normally when thoughts of Sumon were on the table? Just a day ago I'd walked into this house with my mind completely made up on ending the sexual nature of our relationship completely. And where had that gotten me? I sucked and fucked him in my Sister's bed, and was contemplating doing it again. With how quickly my resolve had broken, it was clear that I was walking a dangerous line. All of this had started with some harmless teasing, but with just how much I'd done to him and let him do to me in just two encounters thereafter, it felt like I was getting addicted. Only an addiction makes you throw away reason and logic this quickly, and I could tell I was getting addicted to Sumon. I wanted to march back into his room and suck him off. I wanted to teach him more and add to his experience with women. I wanted to try out my own fantasies with him. I wanted to get fucking nasty with him in bed.
All these things you'd expect from a girlfriend. But I was fourteen years older than him. I couldn't be his girlfriend, could I? No, he's a young, eighteen year old guy. He should be with someone his age. Someone that's not his mom's Sister. Someone that he at least has a chance of being together and happy with.
I was spiraling down a rabbit hole of thoughts, all the while making breakfast, when I heard Sumon walk in. I didn't turn to look at him, and we didn't exchange any words. He just walked over to the table and took a seat. A minute later I walked over and served him some sandwiches and fresh fruits. While I was pouring him some orange juice, I saw his eyes glide south again. I looked down and that's when I realized, while this robe fit Aparna perfectly, my proportions were a bit too much for it, and even after tightening it, a fair bit of cleavage was still spilling out the top.
I sighed, giving up on any further attempts to hide it, and subconsciously took a seat next to him. That was clearly a bad idea, however, since as soon as I sat down, the robe got pulled up and the bare skin of my legs exposed itself. Sumon noticed this, and immediately moved his hand down to place on my thighs. This was inevitable at this point, I thought, deciding to just not care anymore. It would all be over once we were done with breakfast and I told him that last night was the last time. That's when he started moving his hand, at first rubbing the soft skin before moving between them and squeezing the inner aspect of my left thigh. I continued to ignore it, despite chills having started running their way up my spine, and yet Sumon was still relentless. His hand moved further north, and he was getting closer and closer to my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties underneath the robe, and if he kept going and reached his end destination, I wouldn't be able to hide that his touch had made me wet again.
My hands were shaking as I held a cup of coffee in them. I would have thought he'd still be embarrassed about being caught jerking off on my bra just a half hour or so back. But he clearly didn't care, or at least didn't care enough to let it come in the way of him touching me. His hand was now just an inch away from my pussy. He wasn't even looking down or at me anymore. He was eating his sandwich with his other hand, all the while toying with me this way.
Before I could process his nonchalance, his fingers touched my pussy, and he felt my wetness on them. He slid them inside, making me place the coffee mug down on the table and gasping, before gathering up my wetness and using it to bring his hand up to rub on my clit. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and I started breathing heavily. He began to draw circles on my clit before moving back down and inserting a finger inside me.
It was too much, and I held his wrist. He looked at me and I looked back at him. He was reading my eyes, waiting for a reaction, but when none came, he started moving his hand again, fingering my pussy to and fro. The more I was trying to avoid him, the more he was making me want him. My hand was in a perfect position to pull on his wrist and stop him, but I couldn't get myself to. I just didn't want it to stop. If anything, I wanted him to go faster. I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted to stroke his cock at the same he fingered my pussy. I wanted to give him that morning blowjob. I wanted him to take my robe off, bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me.
"Do you want to...?" He asked, looking down at his crotch. His cock was hard and I could see it through his shorts. I couldn't speak, but he took my silence as a 'yes'.
Sumon pulled away his hand from my pussy and got up, pulling down his shorts to his knees and taking a seat again. He again moved his hand inside my bathrobe and I again felt his fingers stroking my clit.
His cock was out, hard like wood and I was just staring at it through the corner of my eyes. My hand slowly moved to his crotch and I grabbed it. I grabbed his hard cock and stroked it. I heard him gasp, and I did the same. I wanted his fingers inside me again, but I still couldn't get myself to say a word. I was still stroking his cock, and Sumon was rubbing my clit faster. With his other hand, he reached forward and undid the knot at the front of the robe. The robe parted, and my tits fell out. He didn't reach for them just yet. Instead he moved his free hand to push a finger inside me again, while his occupied one continued to rub my clit.
 
 
"I can't control myself." I said, pushing him away and getting up.
 
I was standing with my robe now completely open, my naked body once again exposed for my Sister's son. Yet he paid it no attention, his eyes were completely locked on mine as he held his breath and waited for what I had to say. I stood and he sat motionless for a moment, his cock still hard and obscene in its enormity.
"Why, Sumon...?" I finally said, closing the distance between us. "Why are you making me do this?" My face was so close to his, feeling his warm breath on my lips. I closed the last remaining distance between us, and kissed him. He kissed me back, and I gave up completely.
I couldn't let this go.
I couldn't let him go.
The kisses grew in intensity, and this time I was the one to push my tongue into his mouth. He stood up to wrap his arms around my body and pulled me close to him, my naked breasts pressing tightly against his chest as his hands moved to encircle my hips before possessively groping my ass. We made out passionately, right there against the kitchen table, before I pushed him back into his seat and dropped to my knees.
He moved the chair to readjust his position, facing me better, and I looked up at him behind his massive, hard-as-steel cock. He wanted it from me, and I wanted to give it to him. I bent forward and kissed the precum-leaking head, before running my tongue along his shift and finally taking him into my mouth. He managed to somehow get even harder, and I bobbed my head over half his length, looking him directly in his eyes.
His face had an expression of immense pleasure, and I wondered what was going through his head. His mother's Sister, the woman he'd crushed on for years, the woman that he considered to be his aunt and one that would sometimes pick him up from college when his mom had to work overtime, the woman that would bring him candy as a kid and one that would affectionately plant kisses on his cheek all the time, the woman he'd modeled his entire taste in girls on and whose body he'd been lusting after ever since he hit puberty - that same woman, fourteen years older than him, was on her knees, hungrily swallowing his dick for the third time.
I kept my eyes locked on his the entire time, letting his cock enter my throat and sloppily moving my head to and fro between his legs. I'd asked him earlier why he was making me do this, but I hadn't expected an answer. He wasn't exactly in a state of being able to answer any questions either, my lips and mouth applying a vacuum seal around the length of his hard and now slick cock. He was lost in the pleasure I brought him with my mouth,
I'd wanted to suck his dick earlier when I caught him jerking off onto my bra, but had held back. I was realizing now, however, that there really was no point. I clearly had no self control around him, and if the thought of giving him a morning blowjob had planted itself in my head, he was going to get one no matter how much I tried pushing it away.
Right there on the kitchen floor, I sucked him off, having no intentions of stopping till he filled my mouth with another one of his massive loads. I brought one of my hands that I'd planted on his thighs forth to stroke his shaft while I'd pulled back to suck on his head, and that's when he exploded again, returning my favor of making him breakfast by feeding me my own.
I wanted to tell him that he didn't need to warn me anymore, but he knew that already. He knew at this point that I would swallow regardless, and that's exactly what I did, letting him fire jet after jet of thick semen into my mouth while I formed a tight seal around his head with my lips. When my cheeks began to bloat from the sheer quantity he unloaded, I pulled back and swallowed, now stroking him directly into my wide open mouth instead.
I stood back up once he finished, running my tongue around the insides of my mouth to gulp down any leftover bands of cum, and took a seat next to him, facing him. My body was still fully on display between the parted robe, and Sumon was eyeing it under heavy breaths, taking a moment to relax in his post-orgasmic state. I made no move to tie the robe again, letting him stare at my jutting breasts, my nipples hard while I picked my coffee back up to sip.
"Did you always fantasize about me?" I asked him, my thoughts from yesterday to end the sexual nature of our relationship for now a distant one.
"Well..." Sumon thought over his answer, clearly a little embarrassed, despite having cum in my mouth just a minute prior.
"I had a hunch, you know? Over the years, I've noticed you staring at my tits more times than I can keep count of." I smiled teasingly at him. His breathing had normalized and he had a shy smile on his face now. "You didn't even hold back with your mother around!"
"Well, you're just so beautiful. It's... hard not to look." I could easily get away with thinking Sumon was trying to flirt, but the innocence in his voice let me know that he was just being completely honest. "And you'd always come over wearing those low neck tops. And, well, there was always a lot of... a lot to stare at." He finished, eyeing my sizable, bare chest and intimating what he meant.
"So a little cleavage's all it takes with you?" I continued to tease him, smiling throughout our conversation.
Sumon paused for a bit before responding, clearly a little surprised with how contrasting my demeanor today was compared to yesterday's.
"It's not exactly 'a little'." He said, taking his time to answer and once again eyeing my tits. I thought to tease him further, but then figured he had a point.
"Do you remember a couple days after your eighteenth birthday, I came over late at night to hand a file to your mom? You answered the door and I was wearing a grey, low cut top with nothing underneath."
"Yes, I, uhh... masturbated twice that night." Sumon looked down to the floor, feeling awkward in his confession.
"You masturbate thinking of me?" I asked mindlessly. I knew he'd always probably fantasized, so busting nuts to the thought of me shouldn't have been too surprising.
"Uhh, yeah. I'm sorry." Sumon confessed again. "You're just... really, really hot."
His compliments weren't going unnoticed, and I felt this sick version of pride knowing my body at thirty-two was making an eighteen year old jerk his cock off despite all that access to girls much younger and, well, porn.
"So you're telling, every time I'd come over wearing something... pleasing... you'd be masturbating in your room later that day to thoughts of me?" I kept my line of questioning going. I was having fun, and Sumon's eyes had returned from the floor right back onto my body.
"Not every time. But... most of the time." Sumon answered with complete honesty again. I felt as if I could get him to tell me anything in the moment, as long as I asked.
"And what about this morning?"
"What do you mean?" The embarrassment suddenly returned to his face and he looked back down.
"You in your room, my bra in your hands?"
"I... I always wanted to do that."
"You always wanted to masturbate on my bra?"
"It's... kind of a fantasy. I always thought that since I'd never get to do anything with you, I could at least get your bra or panties." Sumon continued to confess his fantasies one after another. "... And use them to make the fantasy of you a bit more... real? It had been stuck in my head since forever but I never got the chance. Until this morning. I woke up hard from memories of last night. You were asleep and I didn't know if I could just... see or touch you again. At least without asking first. So I snooped through your stuff and found your bra. I'm very, very sorry about that. I'll never do it again. I just wanted to relieve myself, and after what we did last night, just using my hands wasn't going to be enough."
I took a minute to consider his words. It must have taken a lot of courage to be as honest with me as he was, considering the topic.
"And I spoiled your fantasy..." I finally said, feeling a tinge of guilt for taking away my bra from him earlier.
"No, no. It wasn't your f-"
"Go to the bedroom," I cut him off before he could finish, catching him by surprise.
"Why? Do you need me to get you anything?"
"I don't need anything, but you'll get what you want." I smiled, on course to redeem myself.
"What do you mean?"
"The bags you snooped through earlier. Go snoop through them again. Pick a bra of your choice, and maybe even a pair of panties. Then bring them back here with you." My smile widened.
"You're... you're serious?" Sumon asked in amazement.
"Yes, now go before I change my mind."
Sumon jumped off his seat and ran to the bedroom, clearly unbothered by the fact that he was bottomless, his now soft-cock dangling between his legs. A minute later he returned with a black, satin combination set, one of my favorites. He had good taste, I thought, before noticing that his cock that had been soft when leaving had returned to complete hardness upon arrival.
"You're a smart guy. I think you've figured out why I asked you to get these." I said as Sumon sat down on the chair again. He smiled and looked away, adorably embarrassed of the situation once again, which I found very amusing. This eighteen year old had fucked me, sucked on my tits, felt my ass and shot multiple loads of cum into my mouth, and I was yet to barely put a dent in how shy he felt around me. "So why don't you pick up where I left you off this morning?"
Sumon continued to look away at first, but eventually the excitement of the moment won over the embarrassment he felt as he heeded my words. He turned to face me again, before wrapping the black, satin bra around his hard cock and beginning to jerk himself. Letting a man so much younger confess and then live out his fantasies involving me had turned me on beyond control, and soon I found myself parting my legs and starting to play with my clit, mutually masturbating with him.
He continued to vigorously stroke his cock with my bra, but his eyes had completely shifted to between my legs, watching me play with myself. I'd brought down my other hand to slide a finger inside me, while the first still continued to toy with my clit. I saw Sumon's breathing get deeper, and his eyes fill with the same lust and passion he'd fucked me the night prior with.
"Like what you see?" I teased him openly at this point, biting my lip. The taboo of mutually masturbating with my Sister's son in her kitchen coupled with everything we'd done already was making me feel things I'd never felt before.
"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen." Sumon replied, now completely overtaken with lust, watching me finger myself right opposite to him.
"I don't know, I think we can make it hotter." I stopped and got up, grabbing his cock with my bra wrapped around it. "Come with me."
I took him to Aparna's bedroom again, making him take a seat by the edge of the bed with my bra still wrapped around his cock. I stood in front of him and let the robe I was wearing fall off completely, my body now completely in the nude for him again. Sumon resumed stroking his cock with my bra at the sight, but I had other plans at this point. I sat on top of him, pushing him back into the bed and leaning over him. I brought my lips to his mouth, before grabbing his cock and guiding it inside my now completely drenched pussy, taking him in. Sumon moaned into my mouth, feeling my wet walls enclose around his cock and I broke apart our kiss and started riding.
I didn't know how I could justify any of this anymore. Last night was meant to be the last time, and yet here I was right the next morning with him balls-deep inside of me. At one moment I'd be contemplating how wrong all of it was, and the next I'd have his cock in one of my orifices. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know how to think. I decided to let it go for now, just focusing on the pleasure.
"You like that?" I asked, raising my ass off his crotch till only his tip remained inside before slamming back down with force, again and again.
"Yes, god, yes." Sumon moaned his approval.
"Mmm... I love it too." I moaned back, riding him nice and deep.
His cock stretched my pussy lewdly, and trails of my wetness ran down its length with every ascent. I leaned forward, bringing my tits into Sumon's face and letting him play with them.
"Fuck me, Sumon." I said a minute later as I rolled over, taking him over me.
Sumon quickly readjusted himself and started to fuck my pussy in long and fast strokes. His eyes were fixed on my bouncing tits again while I looked up at him and thought to myself, look at him using his Masi for his pleasure. Using her tight, drenched cunt and big, sweaty tits to get his rocks off. The thought turned me on even more, and I felt myself close to coming.
"Yes! Keeping fucking me." I screamed.
Sumon grabbed my tits and squeezed them, hard and possessively. My nipples were achingly erect, with his palms grazing their pointy surfaces as I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him have his way with me. Another minute of hard, fast fucking later I came, undulating under his body, my eyes rolling back.
I let him fuck me through it, till I returned back down and rolled him over again. Bouncing my ass up and down his huge cock, I moaned, leaning forward and instructing him to suck on my nipples. He grabbed each breast and did as asked, before pulling away with an extremely straining expression.
"I'm going to cum." He managed to mutter.
"Come here." I quickly got off his cock and jumped off the bed, getting on my knees on the floor. Sumon followed and stood in front of me, his cock twitching and an angry, purple in color. "Jerk yourself in my mouth." I instructed, opening wide and pushing my tongue out for him.
Sumon once again did as told, pointing his cock down towards my outstretched tongue and stroking himself. Just a couple strokes later he groaned desperately, his balls contracting as he shot his second load of the day into my open mouth. I let him empty his nuts completely, swallowing twice to keep my mouth from overflowing. Once his last stream painted my tongue, I opened wide and let Sumon see the giant pool of his semen filling my oral cavity. I closed my mouth and took a deep gulp, smacking my lips and shutting my eyes before opening wide again to show him a now empty mouth.
Sumon sighed exasperatedly, unable to process just how hot the sight in front of him was - his Masi on her knees, her juicy tits, massive ass and tight body on full display in front of him as she swallowed an obscene amount of his pearly, white cum. I giggled, licking my lips and planting a last kiss on the head of his cock as Sumon lost power in his legs, involuntarily letting himself fall to take a seat on the bed.
A small moment of awkwardness filled the room, the both of us thinking, 'What now?' I stood up, letting Sumon watch the body of his dreams in all its naked glory as it rose. 

I was dumbstruck 
 

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

Disgusting friend :

 
It was another very hot / humid day in kolkata. Mily rushed off to take a soothing bath after dropping off her daughter at the bus stop.
 
Mily  got out of  the bathroom door wearing pink panties made of silk with a matching bra. She put on a floral gown over it and bushed her hairs, as the bell rang.
 
Mily opend the door , and was taken aback to see Amol at it. He was the drinking partner of her lousy hubby and she hated him too much. He eyed her all the time .
 
The mere sight of him made her blood boil. She tried to shut off the door .
 
Amol 's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Mily 's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid across the slick tile floor.

Amol  charged into her room as Mily  screamed. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get out of my room and keep away from me!"

He grabbed Mily by her hairs and hissed "You gonna like getting fucked by your new boyfriend, boudi, and you gonna learn to love my cock."

She struggled hard, while he dragged her by her hair from the door.

Before Mily  regained her breath, Amol  had thrown her into bed slid the gown off her shoulder and tore her panties and bra off, leaving her lying on her back completely exposed.

Mily  wheezed and coughed. "No, please, don't do this."

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck your hubby’s friend?"

Amol 's eyes feasted on Mily 's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. She was indeed a beauty, his own wife was no where near her beauty, With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart viewing the treasure he planned to plunder. Beautiful women tended to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Mily  was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined. Though he had eyed her many time but still her eyes glinted with this beauty in front of him.

Mily 's smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble, due to either expensive laser or wax treatments. What he had here was a pampered married and mothe. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful bellybutton and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae, perfect circles a little larger than quarters, crowned her perky, round 34 B-cup tits.

Mily 's silky, milky skin contrasted with Amol  as he touched her. Her body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.

Amol  wondered how Arup  could foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself. Reaching down between Mily 's splayed legs, Amol  gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed.

Mily  felt Amol  begin manipulating her privates like she belonged to him. "Oh, god — no. Don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.

Amol  yanked his wrist from her grasp, reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipples, causing jolts of pain that would later become bruises on her perfectly formed flesh.

Mily 's hands immediately went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.

From past experience with reluctant young females for the sex industry, he knew how to make Mily  cooperate. He needed to roughen her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist to hit her and Mily cringed.

"You need to calm down, boudi, and let me love you." He pulled Mily 's hands away from her excruciating stomach and caressed it



He again shoved her legs open, resumed spreading her labia, locating her clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began gently rubbing its soft hood. "That's better— just let me touch you."

"Okay," she rasped in defeat, clutching her aching stomach as Amol  played with her clitoris. "I'm sorry...No more."

"You beautiful, boudi, and I wanna make you feel good. Don't try to stop me."

Mily 's pleas began returning between her gasps for air as Amol  calmly sat between her open legs fondling her — harrying her clitoris to arousal as she recovered. "Please stop... I promise...I won't tell anyone...if you stop. Don't do this to me."

But this horrible animal wasn't stopping.

Amol  noticed how Mily 's clit was slowly engorging from his fillips, its timid head emerging from beneath its protective hood as he played with it. "I got your special spot and it's starting feel good, huh boudi?"

"No, it doesn't feel good... Stop touching me... Why are you doing this?" Mily  sobbed as Amol  caused involuntary responses in her body, her pink flesh glistening with natural secretions that encouraged him further and invited him to drink her nectar.

"I'm doing this because I love you and want to love you, boudi."

Amol  proceeded to spread her vaginal lips wide apart with his black fingers, her intimate pink anatomy held completely open and accessible, and he began orally assaulting her.

"Oh, god... stop it! Please...no... don't." She sat up on her elbows and from over her flat, battered tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully to push Amol 's head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair. He was sucking on her clitoris, keeping it fully engorged, increasing its sensitivity, and twirling his tongue over it.

Amol  ached for Mily , and while performing cunnilingus on her he slid off his gym shorts. Once free his monstrous organ sprang from confinement.

Mily 's eyes widened when she saw his enormity. Amol 's cock looked more like a truck's radiator hose than a man's penis, with large veins distended beneath its dark brown skin. She had never seen a penis so large. There was no way he could possibly fit in any woman. "No... keep away from me. I won't tell anyone about this, but you need to stop now. I mean it."
 
She was hysterically babbling as Amol 's fingers reopened her labia, stretching them wide apart, and he aimed his gigantic cock at her moist entrance.

Mily  reached down to block him. But recalling how Amol  punished her earlier, her fingers merely grazed his hand and stopped short of their intended goal.

The large head of his penis pushed at Mily 's wet opening and she became frantic. She didn't know what to say or do to stop him, her fingers uselessly resting on his hand as he held her vagina agape. Was this really happening to her? This monster was fondling her pussy, trying to put himself inside her. She felt like a paralyzed spectator watching this horrible crime being perpetrated on someone else. "I'm sorry I wasn't nice to you before, Amol . I'll do anything you want. Please don't. Oh... no... you're too big..."

"You gonna do what I want anyway, boudi, and we about to become very nice to each other. We gonna share something special."

The pressure from his attempted invasion built. She couldn't watch his huge cock and what he was trying to do to her anymore. Mily  fell back, clenching the sheets in her fists. "Oh, god! No... Please. You're hurting me. Don't..."

Her husband's pecker must have been incredibly small, but Amol  slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy's resistance. Her moist labia finally surrendered, engulfing the head of his penis. "Oh, yeah, boudi. You taking me. Oh, god, you feel so good."

"Ow..oh god... no," Mily  cried, another man entering her for the first time, her pussy stretching for him and subversively providing lubrication for its own assault, and her fidelity to Arup  eradicated by this horrible fiend, all in little more than an instant.

Amol  gradually advanced more of his cock into her. "Is this your first time with a another man, boudi? You got a new cock in your pussy now. How it feel?". Mily was somewhat relieved that this guy was not aware of her profession now.

"Oh god, stop it! Please, you're hurting me. Don't..."

"I'm sorry, boudi, but you'll get used to me. Try and relax some and it'll be easier."

Mily  couldn't relax. She felt him advance slightly deeper with each thrust. "No...I'm married to Arup , your friend. We let you come here. Why are you doing this to me?"

Amol  placed his index finger to her lips. "Shush, be quiet and stop crying. I told you before why I'm doing this — because I love you, boudi, and I gotta have you. You constantly making me hard and I can't take it no more. You may be married but I'm insidee you. You gonna be mine now."

"No," Mily  whimpered. She would never be his. But her pussy acted contrarily and as nature insisted, welcoming his hardness and coating more of Amol 's cock with a moist, affectionate-like sheen, traitorously helping him to penetrate deeper.

How could this be happening to her? Why did Arup  allow his disgusting friend into their home? Why was she so wet for this disgusting man and why couldn't she control her own body? These and similar thoughts circulated in her mind, her face displaying both her physical and psychological anguish as furrows in her normally smooth skin.

Mily 's pussy contained more cock in it than ever before. Amol 's penis was triple the girth of Arup 's and visited Mily 's unchartered depths. With most of his length in her, Amol  mercifully refrained from going further. There was no need rushing things their first time together and causing her excessive discomfort. But Amol  was certain she would grow accustomed to his size and eventually want his entire dick. Mily  didn't realize it yet, but this was only the beginning of a long, intimate relationship.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Mily  moaned in concert with squeaks from the bed.

Amol  attempted to look directly into her eyes while fucking her, but Mily  kept averting his stare and moving her head away from him. "No!" she snarled.

A wild spark appeared in Amol 's eyes as he irately grabbed Mily 's chin, pinching it in his vise-like grip. He turned her head to face him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!"

From beneath pools of tears, Mily 's eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense cock making its long journey in and out of her defeated pussy, now his conquered territory.

"Ow, please stop it!"

"I want you to cum first, boudi, and show me how much you love your new  boyfriend. Then maybe I'll stop."

Occupying conquered territory wasn't enough for him. He wanted her complete surrender. She replied with silence, determined not to give him the satisfaction of her orgasm and total victory. there was no way she would ever cum for this filthy pig.

"Oh, you gonna cum for me whether you want to or not," Amol  warned, quickening his pace as if reading her thoughts and determined to defy them.

"No," Mily  hissed through clenched teeth. But the physical discomfort of having Amol  so deep in her had already dissipated, her vagina accepting his large penis and bathing it with juices.

Amol  shifted position and felt her pussy begin contracting around his dick in response. Big thick cock was just too difficult for most girls to resist, and despite her resolve and hatred for him, Mily  didn't last too long before having an orgasm. "That's it, boudi, cum for me like a good, little white girl. Keep cumming on that big new dick. You really wet, and I can feel you starting to like me."

Mily  grimaced, and her hands pushed against his muscular chest with her nails digging in. How could he say such horrible things and how could he make her body do that? But his thick shaft kept stretching her vaginal labia and giving her rich sensations that she didn't want from him but couldn't stop receiving. "Oh... oh... don't... oh — no!

"Mily 's voice grew louder as her unwanted arousal increased. "No, no, no— stop doing this to me! I don't want to cum for you. You're disgusting and I hate you. Oh, god. Oh, ooh, ooh, don't..."

He felt Mily 's vaginal muscles spasm from a second, stronger orgasm.

Amol  continued fucking her and occasionally her pelvis replied with slight coital movements of its own, her body revealing an increasing desire to engage in the sex act. It was an autonomous response she tried to prevent. Not quite the enthusiastic reaction from her that he sought, but for now, at least, she had tired of resisting. He mercifully withstood the urge to bury his remaining length in her...

Mily  had wanted this heinous act to end, but it seemed to go on indefinitely. She finally noticed him accelerating and panicked, realizing the full extent of what was approaching. He was inside her and he was going cum soon. "Please, you've got to pull out now," she begged. "Don't cum in me!"

Mily  was a sexy, bong married female, and Amol  enjoyed every step of taking her: initially molesting her and causing her body to respond in a way that was incredibly embarrassing for her; introducing her pussy to his huge cock; making her orgasm from it and causing her additional shame. He looked forward to completing his despicable act by ejaculating in her.

"I love you, boudi, and I made you cum. Don't you want to reciprocate my love and let me cum in your pussy? We supposed to be nice to each other when we making love and cum together. You not partial, are you?"

He must have been delusional because they were NOT making love; he was banging her! Her eyes became saucers of fear. "No, you can't do that. Please, don't cum in me."

She couldn't let him do it. Mily 's dainty hands renewed their efforts and pushed harder against Amol 's burly, black chest. Arching her back and repositioning her pelvis, she tried squeezing her vaginal muscles to dislodge him. Her efforts — which would have worked against someone of normal size — were no match for Amol 's gigantic penis imbedded too far in her pussy to oust.

Amol 's penis securely occupied Mily 's vagina after her failed attempt to expel it, but he felt what she had tried to do. With a quick jab, he penetrated a little further for her insubordination. "We not done yet, boudi. You want more of me? I got a big, black dick for you to enjoy and I been holding back so you can adjust to it. I was going to go slow, but you try something like that again and you getting all of me whether you ready or not."

It was less than an inch, but to Mily  it felt like a mile more of Amol  was now going in her.

Her hands tightly gripped his hips. "Ow, oh, oh, no more! Oh god! Okay, I'm sorry... I won't do it again," she yipped from the jolt of pressure and discomfort, more of him going into her, further stretching her vaginal muscles.

"You ready for all of me, boudi?"

"Ooh... ooh... no...ah...oh.. ooh, ooh.."

To Mily 's chagrin, the shock from his additional length made her orgasm again. Meanwhile, his dark eyes rolled in their sockets toward the ceiling with long awaited relief, his penis releasing a torrent of cum. "Oh, yeah, boudi, take me. We cumming together. Your pussy be milking my cock. Oh, god, you feel so incredible."

Amol  tightly embraced Mily  as they both orgasmed and he injected his seed deep in her. "I love you, boudi."

She felt Amol 's slimy ejaculate fill her and begin oozing from her vagina down the crack of her ass. She cried beneath him, her hands uselessly grabbing at his shoulders but unable to remove him. "Oh, no, no, no. Why are you doing this? You're cumming in me. Stop it."

"We cumming simultaneously, boudi, like we suppose to. It's a beautiful thing. I feel your tight pussy throbbing on my cock. You not ready for me to pull out yet. I gotta let you enjoy this a little longer until you completely done. How many times this be for you anyway, three or four?" Amol  asked, musing to himself how Mily , once a privileged bong girl, was now reduced to be under a  man and getting fucked by him.
 
The deed was completed. Mily  lay beneath Amol 's heavy frame, like fading echoes of thunder, her pussy clenching his deflating cock from the orgasms he had forced her to have. She hated Amol , yet she had been unable to prevent herself from cumming for him. "Okay, get off me now," she uttered, pushing her hands against his muscular chest.

He removed his flaccid cock from Mily  as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her pussy gaping from his departure and her legs left indecently spread apart momentarily before rediscovering modesty and closing. She glanced at Amol 's penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, it appeared enormous and she didn't believe that the horrific thing had been in her.

"You ever give your husband head?" Amol  asked.

Mily  looked at Amol  with bewilderment as this disgusting  man who had just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her off the bed and into a kneeling position beside it. She fully understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis in her face. His cock was coated with both of their secretions, and it was disgusting.

Her teeth remained clenched.

"I don't want to hurt you more. Open your goddamn mouth and suck on me nicely, like you want me."

She shook her head from his grasp. "I'll bite it off," she snarled.

Privileged girls like Mily  could be stubborn and sometimes needed additional encouragement. With a clap like an ancient branch snapping off a mighty tree, his open palm crashed against her cheek, leaving Mily  with bright stars floating in her eyes and the coppery taste of blood trickling from somewhere inside her mouth.

Mily  sat on the floor stunned.

"Don't think about biting me, or you won't have any teeth left and I'll have to mess up your beautiful face."

She didn't think she could tolerate Amol 's cock in her mouth without vomiting.

Amol  tightly pulled her hair. "Now suck on me nice, boudi, and learn to like it."

Her lips obediently went around the foul thing.

"Oh, yeah, that's a good girl. That's both of us on my cock, boudi—you and me and our love for each other. See how good we taste together? Clean our cum off my cock and relish the special flavor we made. I gonna teach you how to do this right."

She thought about biting down on his penis anyway, but he suddenly jerked her hair hard.

"Nicer, like you enjoying it. Remember, act like you my girlfriend and like you love me. You bite me, and I'll kill you ."

Regardless of what he thought, she would NEVER like anything about him or be his girlfriend. She hated him, but he terrified her. She heeded his warning and to her surprise, even though the thought of sucking on his cock had been revolting, the actual taste wasn't awful. The longer she performed the act, the more tolerable it became. As she followed his directions, he relaxed his grip on her hair and his treatment improved.

He unexpectedly slapped her cheek again, but gently this time. "Do I need to get rough with you some more? Remember to touch my cock nicely while you sucking on it."

Fearful of what he might do if she didn't follow his instructions, she reached up to his scrotum with her other hand and began delicately rolling his warm, heavy testicles between her fingers while drawing on his shaft. Amol 's balls were egg-shaped like Arup 's, but absurdly bigger like every other part of Amol .

To Mily 's dismay, his penis was becoming larger from her forced caresses. How could he become hard again so soon? Once Arup  came, he was done for the evening.

Fully erect, it seemed like little more than the head of Amol 's cock fit in her mouth.

"That's it. Yess, that feel good. Put your fist around the shaft and stroke it some while you suck on it... like this." He took her hands and guided her. "Softly and slowly and keep the head in your mouth. Oh, yes. Right there. That part is real sensitive. Ah, I like you stroking it there, just like that, boudi. I gotta hold back, though. I don't wanna cum too soon for you."

Cum too soon for her? Did he really think she enjoyed doing this to him? She hated him.

"Oh yeah, you gonna stay my girlfriend. Keep sucking on me, boudi... easy... that better. We in no rush. You gotta learn to take your time and savor it. Arup  won't be home for a while, and I got enough cum in my balls to make you spit out black babies until your ovaries dry up."

Again, he yanked her hair. "I got a lot to teach you. Twirl your tongue over the head some. Show more affection. Remember how nice I did it to you? Act like you love me. Yeah, that's better. Now run your lips up and down the shaft. Ah, yeah, boudi, keep doing that. Okay, now stroke it some more."

She felt his grip in her hair tightening. "Look at me," he scolded her, pulling her hair and turning her face upward and toward him. He struck her cheek softly. "Touch it lovingly while doing that. You see how hard you made me again? This how a man's body shows love for the woman he's with. You need to reciprocate my love by pleasuring my cock and giving it your affection. Don't forget, you want to do this to me. Now try again."

Amol  continued giving her cruel tutorials. She had no choice but to comply with his demented demands and pretend to worship his big black cock. She reluctantly learned how to perform oral sex on him, how he liked to be touched, and how to act like she enjoyed doing it. "That's it. Keep showing me how much you love me and how you want to do this to me," he repeated to her. "See how much I love you? You making me really hard, boudi."

Her wedding ring sparkled on her finger as she gently tugged on his dark appendage and pretended to love him. His cock twitched, startling her slightly. She held his massive shaft in both hands with plenty of its length to spare. Her lips moved up and down his thick rod; her tongue licked it. How could his cock possibly be so big? she wondered.

Amol  felt another batch readying. "Oh, I'm gonna cum soon, boudi. Swallow all of me — every last drop. Make me think you like it and love me."

"No," she growled, trying to free herself from his grip. There was no way she was going to swallow his cum and pretend to like it. But he pulled her hair hard, forced the head of his cock back into her mouth and held her firmly. With her face buried in his groin, his thick, long penis extending down her throat, her open hands reached up while shoving against his hard stomach.


Mily  didn't want to swallow Amol 's nasty, white cream, but he had threatened her, and he grasped her hair tightly, preventing her from pulling away.

After the first couple of mouthfuls, her shoves started losing determination. His cum was working on her. He could tell it was becoming less distasteful to her by the way she finally stopped resisting and started gulping it down.

"That's it, keep swallowing and protect your family, Mily . Drink all of me, boudi. The more of it you swallow, the better things will be. My cum is special and you starting to like it. You see how good I'm starting to taste and how much you starting to love me? It's getting difficult for you to resist it."

Mily  replied with a moan. Her open palms slowly slid down his firm, muscular stomach, appreciating the ripples in his strong abdomen while she drank from him, until her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft of his massive penis, as if everything he was saying to her was suddenly and unexplainably true. His cock became like a fountain of masculinity delivering a perverted nourishment to her. The more she pleasured him the more of it she received.

He relaxed his hold, Mily  gently milking his cock and quaffing from it, not noticing that he had let go of her hair. She remained engrossed with his cock as he spoke, running her lips up and down its shaft, licking up the white cream still spewing from its head as if it was a treat.

"That's a good girl. Keep feeding from me, boudi," he repeated while tenderly stroking her hair. "You've sampled me and now you mine."

When his cum eventually stopped flowing, she pulled her mouth away. A thread of jism momentarily spanned from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a venomous spider, one of many strands trapping its paralyzed prey.

Mily  appeared dazed when she had finished drinking his poison. Amol  gently took her elbow and guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. She didn't think it was possible for a man to produce that much semen. He had profusely ejaculated in her pussy only a short while ago and effortlessly repeated it a second time in her mouth, and she had swallowed all of him.

Mily  stared up at him from where she sat, sparks of hatred forming in her eyes, his strong taste lingering on her taste buds, his perverted essence filling her stomach and womb. A heavy silence permeated the room .

Like a brilliant vein of gold, the afternoon sun leaked through a crack between the bedroom curtains that had been drawn since morning, hiding her sexual assault from the outside world. Amol  took a seat beside her on the edge of the bed and put his arm around her shoulder, their naked bodies touching once more. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be cruel to you, boudi."

Mily  violently shrugged his muscular arm off her shoulder and scooted away. "Don't touch me ever again and don't call me boudi."


"Arup  will notice the marks you left on me, you disgusting pig. He's going to have you put in jail."

Amol 's eyes lit up with rage.

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Mily was too tired to react.

 
 Mily  was still in bed and lying on her stomach. She didn't hear Amol  enter the room again
Amol  slipped off his boxers again and cautiously get in bed beside her, noticing her bare back coated with sweat from their previous love making.

Exhaustion caught up with Mily  and she had dozed off.

Amol 's muscular arm reaching around her shoulder and his hard cock stabbing her hip as he joined her in bed woke Mily . He began kissing her ear. " I'll be gentle with you this time. We gonna make love, boudi, and I'm gonna make you enjoy it. I'm gonna make sure you cum a bunch of times."

This couldn't be happening again, she thought, but fear left her momentarily paralyzed. He was in bed with her again.touching her! She had to stop him before things went too far. She rolled over, grabbed his hand resting on her hip, and pushed it away. "No, stop touching me and get out of my bed. We can talk if you want. I'm not going to be your toy and you're not going to make me do anything like that ever again."

When she turned over to face him, Amol 's eyes feasted on her firm, young tits, bearing the fading bruises he had left on them.

Mily  realized Amol  was looking at her breasts, and as her arms went to cover them. He then slapped her cheek.

"No, don't hit me," she gasped, one hand clutching her stomach, the other shielding her face, and her perky tits left uncovered.

Amol  started to leave the bed.

"Oh god, no! Don't hurt me! Please, I'll do what you want, Amol ."


With Mily  completely naked, The naked wife of his friend made him hard again as Amol  lay beside her for a moment, putting his arm around her chest, caressing her right breast and playing with her nipple as if he was her longtime lover. "Please, you said you just wanted to talk," she sniveled.

He began kissing her neck, and as his lips moved closer to her ear her nipple involuntarily hardened between his fingers. "We'll talk while we make love, boudi. There be no better way for two people to become friends and get to know each other. You gonna cum and enjoy this even though you may not want to. You don't have a choice and we not repeating last time where you tried to fight it. You my girl and you not telling me no again. You either gonna start letting me love you or bad things gonna start happening to your people. You understand?"

The back of her head rested on a soft pillow as tears trickled down the Amoles of her face and into her silky  hair. She nodded her reply realizing there would be no reasoning with him regardless of what she said or how strong she tried to be.

"Good girl. I'll treat you nice... as long as you cooperate," he softly whispered between delivering kisses to her ear and filling it with his hot breath. His fingers relentlessly fondled her hard nipple for what seemed like eternity.

Amol  sat up and went to her legs, which had remained closed. His hands landed on her inner thighs. "Now open up for me so I can taste your sweet honey."

"Oh god, please don't perform oral sex on me again," she cried as she allowed him to spread her thighs open.

"Good girl...very nice," Amol  commented, ignoring Mily 's plea and gazing once more at the lovely pink of her most intimate place. Amol  repositioned himself between her open legs and his fingers delicately culled her clitoris from her folds. "Let's see if I can get you in the mood for this, boudi." He began licking her clit, wetting it with his saliva, and messaging it between a 'V' his two fingers made.

"Is it starting to feel good, boudi?" he asked, her clit slowly firming in his fingers and her pussy moistening.

"No, p-p-please stop touching me."

His thumb remained on her clitoral hood rubbing the sensitive flesh. "You getting wet, and I think you getting a clit boner, boudi. It's getting firmer, and soon it will need to be relieved."

"Oh, god, you're making me that way. S-s-stop touching me. Don't make me do this."

Amol  enjoyed making this privileged bong girl cry in embarrassment. She couldn't stop him from making her pussy wet and her clit engorged, and she couldn't stop him from fucking her either. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth, his tongue twirling over it. "You want me to stop now, boudi?"

"Yes, p-p-please don't do it anymore," she pleaded, welcoming his reprieve.

"Okay, I'll stop for a little while if you suck my cock instead."

Mily  looked at him with dismay. How could he possibly expect her to do such a thing again? She hated this ugly person  and none of this was supposed to be happening. "I-I-I can't do this with you. Stop it—please!"

"Okay, boudi. I guess you are not ready for me to stop then." He resumed mercilessly attacking her clit, heightening its sensitivity and bringing her closer to an embarrassing orgasm. Mily  desperately tried not to cum, finally surrendering and agreeing to perform oral sex on him if he would stop performing it on her. "Oh god...oh, oh, ah, ooh. Okay, I'll suck your cock," she cried out. "Just stop doing this to me!"

Amol  comfortably lay on his back in the bed Mily  . Her soft breast pushed against his hard stomach as she took his enormous cock in both her hands and reluctantly put its head in her mouth. She didn't want to perform oral sex on him and had tried to forget how he made her do it to him last time.

"You suppose to act like my girlfriend. Now do it nice, the way I taught you before," he reminded her. "Get into it like you did last time. Twirl your tongue over the head and run your lips up and down the shaft... yesss, like that. Now play with my balls some too while you doing that. You know how I like it."

She wished she had never met Amol  or know things so intimate about him as how he liked his cock sucked and the ways he enjoyed being touched. She had tried to block all the sordid details, the disgusting things he had made her do to him, from her memory. Now she was forced to repeat those lascivious acts.

His hand rubbed her sweaty back and he kept squeezing her butt cheek. She despised him, yet he made her act as if she loved him, like his girlfriend who wanted him. She did none of this by choice. While sucking on his cock and stroking his shaft, her free hand reached down to his scrotum and caressed his heavy balls.
 
Mily  started acquiring a steady tempo and relaxing a little in spite of herself. She knew what he liked and was obediently doing it — until Amol  made another demand.

"That's real nice, boudi. You a natural at this and learning good, but you need to bring that sweet pussy on my face now, so I can enjoy it some more."

He had said he would stop performing oral sex on her if she would perform it on him. Now he was trying to make her do a '69' with him. "No, I don't want you to do that to me anymore."

She tried to scurry away.

Amol  sat up, his strong hands grabbing her thighs and squeezing them as he dragged her over his lap. He began spanking her firm ass.

"Ow, what are you doing? No, stop... oh, no...ouch, it hurts!"

His loud, painful applause continued.

"Okay, okay...please...I'm sorry!"

When he finally stopped, her ass stung and glowed red, his hand kneading her solid butts before soothingly rubbing the smooth, warm globes.

"I warned you not to tell me 'no' again. Now bring that sweet little pussy onto my face .And make sure you swallow all my cum, like you did last time, boudi."

Mily  straddled his face. His hands grabbed her firm butt cheeks and spread them apart as he pulled her down towards his mouth. He delivered another smack to her scorching buttock. "Start sucking on my cock," he barked.

Mily  felt him begin drawing on her already engorged clitoris. Oh, god, not that again, she thought, taking his huge chocolate cock in hand and putting it back into her mouth. Her clitoris had become sensitized by him earlier and what Amol  kept doing to it aroused her more. Mily  didn't want to be aroused by him, didn't want any of this to feel good.

He wouldn't stop, and her loins began yearning for release. She didn't want to cum for him. It was so embarrassing. She fought her orgasm and began moaning with his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like it was a gigantic pacifier, stroking it, softly rolling his tremendous balls in her fingers.

The intensity of what they were doing to each other became overwhelming. Her body wanted to cum even though it was wrong. The way his mouth and lips kept engaging her down there made her begin to forget everything else and brought all her attention to the task at hand.

He was sucking on her clit harder it seemed. As she ran her lips up and down his shaft, she felt his cock begin throbbing in her palm. A glob of semen jettisoning from its tip landed on her cheek. She remembered that he expected her to swallow. "Oh, your cumming," she observed aloud. Her mouth returned to his cock as she continued stroking his shaft. "Mmmm, mmmm," she moaned.

For the second time, Mily  was treated to copious amounts of Amol 's semen. His cock ejaculated for almost an entire minute, spurt after spurt she drank, an increasingly powerful dosage of his potent male hormones.

The ordeal was finally over, and he was satisfied, Mily  thought, regaining her senses as his cock finally stopped ejaculating and started losing rigidity. She removed herself from his face and from the '69' with him. She sat up on the edge of the mattress, disgusted with her behavior but relieved it was over. Amol  sat up as well and dbangd his arm around her shoulder. "You see boudi, that wasn't so bad, now was it? How you feel?"

In a daze, Mily  silently stared at him, her beautiful blue eyes containing a mixture of fading lust with rising levels of shame and hatred. His strong, masculine taste lingered in her mouth.

"I did what you wanted. Will you leave us now, Amol ?"

"Leave you?" His arm still around her shoulder pulled her into him. "I love you and I'm not leaving till evening, I have taken off from office today, boudi. We not done today yet either. That was just a little appetizer to get us in the mood. Look at my cock."

Mily  looked down and watched in dismay. His penis was slowly regaining an erection. Was this some kind of perverted joke? How could he possibly be getting hard again after only a few minutes?

"See what you're doing to me? Remember what I told you before about how a man's body shows his love? You keep making me hard, boudi, because you so beautiful and I'm in love with you." He took her hand and guided it to his cock. "Now play with it some more."

Mily  didn't have the any other option. With his strong arm around her shoulder, her arm slid around his waist as she began gently jerking on his cock.

"That's it, boudi. You been giving me hard-ons since I moved here and now you gonna start taking care of them for me."

Mily  couldn't believe how big and rigid his cock was becoming again. She could see and feel it rapidly growing to full erection in her hand.

She had intended to masturbate him, make him cum and be quickly done with the lewd act, but Amol  abruptly removed her hand from his big brown dick and stood. His palm landed between her firm breasts and pushed her backwards. "Lay back for me now," he instructed.

Mily  was confused as he pushed her down into the mattress, her legs dangling from the bed where she had just been sitting. In what seemed like one continuous motion, his arms grabbed the back of her knees, lifted her legs while spreading them wide. He jerked her to the very edge of the bed.

She felt him messaging her clitoris with the head of his penis. "No, Amol . I'm married to Arun your friend. I can't do that with you," she pleaded.

He swiftly grabbed her chin and squeezed tightly. "Didn't I just warn you about ever saying 'no' to me? You my girlfriend, for ever now and you better start acting like it. I might decide to throw a few thousands at you for your service."

He released her chin and his hand slid down to her throat. He made it difficult for her to breathe, her face turning red like a tomato. " Now spread those pretty legs wide for me boudi."

Her legs opened for him.

"Good girl."

His hand released Mily 's neck, allowing her to breathe, and he resumed fumbling with his cock, probing around her entrance. She felt the smooth head of his penis rubbing against her swollen clitoris, then descend from it and push at her wet slit. "Don't," she whimpered, her palms uselessly pushing at his muscular stomach, but unable to stop him from pursuing his goal.

His fingers spread her labia as his cock took aim at her pussy. She felt the initial pressure as he sought admittance, then she felt her pussy stretching around his massive organ in surrender.

"Oh, boudi, your sweet little pussy is so wet and tight and feels so good," Amol  exclaimed. "I'm finally inside you again. Oh, I'm gonna go all the way and deep." He began making tight circles on her clitoris with his thumb to help gain her cooperation.

"Oh, don't Amol . Ooh...please stop," she cried, her pelvis briefly responding to his thumb with a faint undulation as if acknowledging pleasure.

After pulling almost all the way out, in what seemed like attempts to give Mily  false hope, his cock kept returning into her a little further. Her hands abandoned their fruitless efforts against his stomach and latched onto his hips, trying to thwart his ever-deeper thrusts.

"Oh, yes, boudi. Since you my girl, you will take all of me and show me how much you love me. You do love me, don't you, boudi?"

"Oh god," Mily  wailed. She didn't know how to respond to this sick animal. The discomfort caused by his enormous cock was reaching the threshold of pain. How could she stop him from going all the way into her with his long, thick penis? "Yes, I love you, Amol . Please... oh...no more...ouch...oh...it hurts...ow...oh."

He held back for a while, allowing Mily  to acclimate, until her grip relaxed, then he bumped into her further, catching Mily  off guard, her fingers digging into his hips once more as he made additional progress. He kept repeating this technique and moving closer towards his goal, the muscles in her vagina stretching each time to accommodate a little more of him.

"Ow, Amol , you're too big and you're hurting me."

"Shhh, it gonna be okay, boudi. You'll get used to having me inside you. I'm bigger than your husband, but you going to take me. I told you last night we was gonna get to know each other better and become friends, and that's what we doing. You becoming my girlfriend and I'm almost all the way in you. Just a little more, boudi."

Her fingers bore into his hips from sudden pressure and pain as he drove home. "Ow, ow, oh, oh, ah, I can't! Ah, ow, oh, ooh. Nah...no more."

"What you mean you can't? We already there. Look at my cock. It all the way in you now, boudi."

Mily  looked down in horror and watched his entire penis, its long, thick shaft triumphantly wearing her silky secretions, repeatedly and completely invading her pussy. She felt his immense scrotum slapping against her asshole, further attesting to his victory. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting, the pain abating as her body adjusted to his entirety. "Ooh, oh, ah... Amol , you're not wearing a condom. Ooh, oh, please... pull out now."

"Relax, boudi. We got all day before your daughter  comes home and I am not going to cum again for a long while. We got plenty of time to enjoy this."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh... no. Don't do this to me," Mily  murmured while accepting defeat. Her hands remained on Amol 's hips, with her shapely nails digging in but no longer grasped him in pain or attempted to hold him at bay. For now, at least, he had conquered and dominated her.

As if reading braille, the walls of her vagina began painting vivid images behind her eyes of his thick, long cock tunneling through her quivering tissues, parting them all the way up her birth canal, expanding her vaginal orifice. The head of his penis practically reached her cervix. Amol  embraced her in his arms as he lay on top of her, his hard, bulging muscles pressing against her.

As he resumed the trail of kisses up Mily 's neck toward her ear that he had embarked on earlier, he took note of how her nipples hardened and pushed into his chest and how her pussy became even wetter. She obviously liked having her neck and ears kissed while being fucked.

Through the closed curtains of her bedroom window, the murkiness of early morning had succumbed to the light of an approaching afternoon sun. "Oh, oh, oh, don't make me cum again, Amol . I don't want to. I can't do this. I'm married to your friend ," Mily  moaned in his arms. "Oh god...no. Ooh, ooh, ooh."

Amol  felt her pussy throbbing around his cock. He kept making her orgasm and this one was getting really strong.

His own orgasm was swiftly approaching.

"That's it. Show me how much you love me, Mily . See how your hubby’s friend makes you cum? I love you, boudi," Amol  cooed. "Oh, yeah, you feel so good."

It seemed like his big muscles were becoming tenser and he was driving into her with greater force. Mily  felt something like a squirt gun going off along with pressure and his huge cock pulsating in her pussy. It took a moment for all these things to register in her mind. Arun  didn't orgasm this strongly, he usually wore protection and he didn't ejaculate as much. But she had experienced Amol  do this with her before. "Oh, ooh, please don't. Oh, you're not wearing a condom and you're cumming in me, Amol ...no."

He pulled out too late but while still ejaculating, his warm cum landing on her stomach. He removed her hand from his hip and placed her fingers around his cock. "I'm not done. Stroke me, boudi. I made you cum now help me finish."

"Oh god, Amol —you're cumming all over me."

"It's okay, boudi. It's my love for you overflowing from my body. Don't stop. It feels good. Keep stroking it and show me how much you love me too."

She helplessly lay beneath him, his hand around hers making her gently tug on his cock and assist with the sick, demented task. His hard, gargantuan penis pulsated in her hand like a major artery about to burst, discharging semen all over her.

"Oh, yeah, boudi...Ah, keep doing that. I love you. I'm sorry. I tried to pull out before I started to cum, but you felt too good and I couldn't help it."

Mily  was speechless. How could this happen? She was married , but this awful criminal had fucked her — again. She let go of his cock, sat up and looked down in shock at the mess Amol  had left all over her body and at what was copiously leaking from her pussy. The size of his penis and testicles truly matched the amount of semen they produced.

His cum, mixed with her own vaginal secretions, was on her hand from fondling him and she didn't know what to do with it. He hugged her and she unconsciously ran her slimy palm up his hard, muscular chest.

"Please, stop now," she implored in his embrace.

He left her bed, stood and petted her hair affectionately. "I love you. Did that feel good, boudi?"

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He continued staring into her eyes. "Put my cock back in your pussy, boudi," he instructed. Mily  and Amol  looked down simultaneously. She couldn’t belive her eyes. “how can a man be still be hard after fucking her twice”

She hesitated a moment. His towering penis looked so hard and leaned from his body.

"We was being so nice to each other just a moment ago, boudi. Best friends and all that. " he reminded her.

She was betraying Arun , but the consequences of disobeying Amol  would be horrific and tragic. She reached down and silently took his enormous cock in her hand. It was slippery from her pussy and warm. Before reinserting him into her vagina, some primitive instinct she didn't understand caused her to gently tug on his erection a few times, perhaps to ensure he remained hard and completed the reproductive act they had started. It was done unconsciously, and Mily  would never comprehend why she did it.

"Oh, that feel real nice, boudi. Now put me inside you."

Mily  guided his huge, hard cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh, yeah, that feel so good. You so wet and silky, boudi," he exclaimed going all the way into her and completely filling her birth canal once more.

"Oh," she moaned, fulfilling her role as his female partner that nature dictated and taking in all his hardness.

His palm landed on her bald pussy while his thumb resumed stroking her clitoris. She glanced down and dumbly watched him doing this to her without objecting. She wasn't thinking about Arun , her family, or even Amol 's terrible behavior and how much she hated him anymore, only the tidal waves of ecstasy quickly rebuilding in her body...

Amol 's self-control was impressive, and it brought Mily  to the edge of her sanity multiple times— one climax following another, following another. Little room remained in her mind for other concerns, like the consequences of unprotected sex,or that a criminal she hated was inside her.

An hour had passed, and Amol  still didn't orgasm. He seemed to get off on making her cum instead, as if he was accumulating a credit card balance of guilt in Mily  that she would need to repay with interest once the sex ended and she faced her husband. Amol 's objective was to leave her in marital bankruptcy. Then Mily  would be all his.

Amol 's self-control finally reached its limit. He couldn't hold off forever, especially with Mily 's tight, silky cunny clenching his cock. Mily  recognized the signs Amol  displayed—his faster and harder thrusts, his heavier breathing. Her hands grasping his biceps felt his muscles flex with greater intensity. Her relationship with him was non-consensual, nevertheless they were becoming familiar to one another as sexual partners and were able to read each other with increasing clarity.

"Oh, ah, ah, pull out, Amol ... before you cum this time." Mily  didn't realize the precum leaking from Amol 's penis the entire time contained sperm that accumulated in her vaginal fluids. His genetic material—along with potent hormones he produced that heightened sexual responsiveness in his partners—was already swimming in her pussy.

"You feel so good. I gotta cum in you, boudi."

"Oh... ah...no, Amol , don't. You can't cum in me. It's wrong. All of this is wrong and I shouldn't be doing it with you. Ah...oh...you need to stop and take it out now."

"Oh, boudi, just a little longer."

"No, Amol , stop. You came in me last time."

"It feels good and I want to stay in you, boudi."

"Oh...god, Amol ...oh...ah. You don't belong in me. You can't do this to me. Oh...oh...oh. You can't cum in me. I'm his wife, not yours."

Amol  wanted her to fully accept him, and that meant she needed to receive his semen the way nature intended. She may have been Arun 's wife, but Amol  was going to cum in her pussy. Oh, boudi, I'm sorry. I can't stop now. I need to cum in you."

"No, don't...Pull out now. Oh, god...not again. Oh, oh, oh, ah, ooh."

Her pussy began clenching his cock and her fingers dug into his biceps. She felt his warm seed spreading inAmole her womb, filling her.

"Oh boudi, you feel so good."

Mily 's hips replied to his, greeting his thrusts by grinding into him. "Ah... oh... oh... ah...ah...ooh...ooh."

"I love you. You wan't me to pull out now?"

"Oh...ah...ah, oh— yes, please pull out," she moaned. But it was already too late. He had cum inside her again and flooded her with his semen.

She was having an intense orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracting tightly around his penis as he hesitantly withdrew. She remained open and vulnerable as he stood between her spread legs. His erection persisting, he began massaging her clitoris with the head of his penis, her pelvis involuntarily undulating in response.

"Oh, what are you doing to me? Stop it."

"I'm helping us finish, boudi." He took her hand in his and made her stroke his penis and take over the clit massage he had begun giving her.

"Oh...oh...oh. No, don't make me do this. It's wrong," she protested, his cock still ejaculating on her as he forced her to pleasure herself with it. It was so perverted and disgusting, but it felt good, which made no sense. This was a heinous act he was performing on her. How could it possibly feel so nice? His cock pulsated in her grip, leaving streams of his warm semen on her stomach and tits. The amount Amol  ejaculated wasn't humanly possible, yet he did it.

"Ah, boudi, keep doing that. I love you." He had an eye for this beauty for quite some time now. And he was too happy and intoxicated to pound this MILF again and again.

 
Mily  didn't reply. Amol  had no concept of love. His cock was still releasing globs of semen as she rubbed it on her clitoris. She coddled his hard penis against herself to satisfy him, but she would never love him. She just wanted the horrible crime he was committing on her to be over soon. He was rich and powerful drug dealer, a violent criminal, and worse of all, a perverted sexual predator that preyed upon her. He was everything she abhorred.

Mily  released Amol 's flaccid cock and closed her legs when he finished. His cum was all over her body, and when she sat up, she noticed his semen had leaked from her pussy and formed a small puddle on the bed. It didn't seem possible for a human male to release this much sperm.
 
Amol finally withdrew from her and started to wear his clothes.
 
Then he did the inevitable. From his purse he threw a wad of notes at her, some of it stuck to her sweaty body.
 
Mily slumped back to her dirty bed as he walked out of the room and flat grinning.

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MILY IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT :


It has been many days since she got a call from “Sonali” or “Ashim”. Since her last encounter with her hubby’s drunken friend was so disgusting, that she welcomed the no phone call phase.

Her life was back to normal , with her dropping her daughter and back at home . But now there was a slight change in her life. She took out time for herself, in self grooming. Her regular pedicure and manicure and facials made her look more attractive. Her shapely nails, milky white soft skin texture and treaded eye brows made her glow. Even now she didn’t need much make up as sex oozed from her , in spite the fact that she was a mother.
Though her hubby was indifferent towards her but now she made more head turn when she was in the street. The people in and around her flat building envied her hubby as they lusted for this gorgeous mother.

It was the month of June. Highly hot and humid in and around Kolkata. Mily was not able to purchase an AC for her flat in spite the large amount of money she had in her account. After dropping off her daughter , she rushed to have a bath .

The cold water rushed down her body cooling it a bit. She dried herself and wore a towel gown to soak off rest of the water from her body. The gown was about an inch or two above her knees.
She sat on her dining table chair as her mobile chimed. It was “Sonali”, she received the call unwillingly. After a few pleasantries she came up with the main topic “A young student , son of a rich businessman is coming over . It’s his birthday and with the money he received, he wants to enjoy. Treat him well with some fake resistance and his name is Sidharth”

Mily wondered “how young the guy might me and what did she mean by fake resistance??”
Never the less , the door bell chimed just after half an hour. She didn’t even had time to change.
Mily opened the kitchen door to find Sidharth standing there, he looked so young “was he still an college student or just might be in first year” . Her first reaction was to send him away, as she wasn't dressed yet and he was so young. But sending off a client in her line of business could be a disaster. He looked worried and nervous.
"Hi Mily Aunty, Sonali aunty has asked me to come?" he asked, sounding miserable.

"Come in Sidharth" Mily stammered, while stepping aside to let him in.
Mily pulled the gown tighter, as he followed her into the flat. He was dressed in a jeans and t shirt with a sling bag hanging from his shoulder.
"Would you like something to drink," she asked.
"Sure," he murmured. She turned around to fetch a glass of cold drink for the kid. She could feel his hot gaze on her milky thighs as they peeked from her gown.
"Happy birthday Sidharth, how old are you now?" she asked while handing the glass to him.
"Thank you , I am 18 now" he murmured as his hand trembled .
"It's more comfortable in the sofa" she told.
He followed her in, and when she sat on the only sofa, he sat down next to her. She tried to shuffle away, but the gown was caught under him, and he didn't take the hint. She sighed lightly, and he sighed heavily.
"So, tell me," Mily asked “ Do you have a girl friend”
 "Well. I do have a girl friend but I can't keep a girlfriend for long. I need to know what I'm doing wrong. I asked Sonali aunty for help and she sent me to you," he said, and shrugged.
At the mention of Sonali, she cringed.
"Tell me all about it, and I'll help. Promise! I was a teenager once," she said, trying to raise a smile. Mily was trying to look confident.
"Well, it's embarrassing. Maybe I should try to figure it out," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Mily put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's OK. Whatever you say will be between us," she reassured him.
"Kissing is one thing. Girls said I didn't kiss right," Sidharth asserted, looking hurt.
Mily wanted to laugh. Surely at his age he had plenty of experience. Fortunately he was looking away, feeling embarrassed, otherwise he would have seen the flash of a smirk on her face. As a married woman Mily too had plenty of experience of life, so handling this young man would be easy. She felt it’s the right time to take it ahead.
"Show me," she blurted out. She meant for him to pucker up, to demonstrate his lack of skill. She didn't expect his next move. How could she have expected a young boy to actually kiss her! It took her completely by surprise.
He didn't need to move closer, as their hips were already touching. He just turned his head, and leaned forward. When their lips touched her mouth was open, so he delved in with his tongue.
She was so taken aback by this impudence, she just sat there. His arms wrapped around her, holding on tight. She couldn't breathe for a moment. She automatically reacted from memories of past sessions, when long kissing sessions were common. She breathed through her nose, gasping for air.
He seemed to be devouring her! His tongue darted around hers, in a seductive dance. The sensations were overpowering after such a long time since being kissed so passionately. It was no good saying no, as her mouth was too busy. She tried to push him away. She froze, unable to move, startled like a frightened rabbit. Suddenly she remembered “Fake resistance” , it jolted her as she understood the meaning. She will have to put up a show.
"Stop it!" she murmured around his tongue.
One of his hands wasn't round her back as she thought. It had slipped into the gown! If it were an accident, or not, it didn't matter. It was terribly wrong. His hand cupped her breast. Her bare breast! His fingers began to play with a nipple, teasing it, pinching it.
She tried to stop the unwelcome groping, only her hand was on the outside of the gown. She scrabbled at it, trying to get at his hand. The front was held tightly closed where he was leaning on it, pulling it tight around his hand.
"Let me go!" she wailed. The muffled words were ignored.
Both hands went to his shoulders to push him away. There was no strength in her arms. He was a strong kid, and she was a housewife, unused to wrestling with strong young men. Although thirty-eight, she had a good body and she was aware of it as she had worked hard to keep slim and fit. After all she had clients to maintain.
It wasn't his strength, it was her fake resistance preventing her from pushing him away. He hadn't exactly forced himself on her, as she had inadvertently invited him to kiss her. With anguish she realised she was acquiescing to the delicious sensations. This was all wrong! She should be fighting him off! Her arms felt so weak, she let them fall over his shoulders.
"Please, Sidharth," she moaned.
Her head slightly turned to one side, all the easier to seal their lips together. Her tongue began to slip around his, dueling lightly, playfully, and seductively. Ignoring his naughty hands she concentrated on his tongue. It had invaded her body, seduced her, and now had her at its mercy. Her lips and tongue twisted around his, devouring him in return.
"Oh! Sidharth!" she whimpered.
He slid the gown off her shoulders; just enough to let his other hand squeeze into the gown. Both hands played with her breasts. The light touch of his palm brushed her hot flesh. Finger tips teased her nipples. Feeling them grow long and hard, he pinched them. One, then the other. He continued to rub them between his fingers, then again one was pinched, then the other.
"Please don't," she implored.
She began to anticipate the slight pain in her nipples when he pinched them. Rolling her shoulders lifted a breast up to him, as though she were helping. Little moans were felt as vibrations in their mouths, rather than heard. Delirious from an onslaught of sensations bombarding her mind, nothing could be done to resist. Her body respond automatically to his intense seduction.
"No, Sidharth. You mustn't," she tried to say.
The feather light touches upon her thighs were easy to ignore. They weren't real, nor happening. Nevertheless, her body reacted to the sweet caresses.
Her head spun from sensations assailing her mind. Her body vibrated with sexuality. She tried to deny it, but knew full well his fingers were dancing over her thighs. She tried to pull them together. Lifting her legs up, she fell back onto the arm of the sofa. Her lips parted when he at last let go, allowing her to breathe deeply. She sucked in badly needed air, in gasps.
"Stop it, Sidharth, please," she begged.
His weight pushed her body down into the sofa, ensnaring her arms. Her head was propped against the arm of the sofa, also trapped.
"No! You mustn't," she whispered, on a hiss of breath.
He moved up her body to kiss her. At least those devilish hands had let go of her private parts. None had touched her sex, except her husband. She turned her head away to avoid falling once again into his trap. It was no good, her body was too attuned to his touch. It cried out for him. She could see her gown was open at the front, with her breasts looking as though they were on offer.
"Please stop, Sidharth. You don't know what you're doing to me," she moaned.
She could do nothing to stop him, for her arms were trapped underneath her body. Her breathing was so deep and ragged, she could hardly talk.
Her eyes opened wide, looking wild with fear. She looked between them, as though she might see his hands lower down. Instead, he was leaning on them, taking part of his weight from her. Still she couldn't move. Now from fear! It wasn't her imagination. Something touched her down there, between her legs!
"Oh! No!" she yelped.
She tried pulling her knees together, clapping either side of his legs. All she had achieved was to clasp her legs upon his strong, powerful thighs. He was lying between her legs, keeping them separated. When he pushed forward she cried out!
"No! Please, no. You can't do this, please," she begged.
She hefted her hips up with all her might, attempting to throw him off the sofa. Instead, her legs slid up either side of his. She felt the head of his cock pierce her soft, hot flesh. She had unintentionally thrust her sex at him! She had impaled her body on his cock!
She turned her head back to him, looking in his face, seeing there a smirk of conquest. All he had to do was relax his arm muscles to lower his body, and his cock would penetrate her further.
"Please, don't. It's, wrong!" Mily stammered.
"You seem to have enjoyed it so far Mily Aunty," he grinned.
Her lips flapped uselessly on unutterable words, from the realization he was right. She was trapped under him, unable to escape!
"We mustn't, it's wrong. Please don't do this," she cried. "I didn't mean to kiss you," she weakly said.
This young guy had physically and mentally disabled her. All he had to do was lower himself into her unresisting body. It was dreadful to think how open and ready she was. How awful was she to be so easily worked up by him. Even now her body was aching for him.
"Please don't. I'm a married woman, I can't do this, it's wrong!" she croaked.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. She was searching for a sign of compassion. Could this callous youth possibly understand what he was doing to her?
She felt him move. For a moment she thought he was pulling away from her; rejecting her. The sudden painful thought threw her off balance. How could she be aggrieved by the thought of him pulling his cock out of her sex?
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you kiss me. It's my fault. Please let me go," she murmured.
She felt him settling onto her, not with his full weight, but with a purposeful push of his hips. He was toying with her! Not only with her body, but with her feelings, and mind. His cock settled into her, pushing carefully, fractionally further inside. She heard a gasp, as though it were somebody else far away.
"We mustn't do this. There's others to think about. Let me go, please," she whined.
Knowing he was playing her like a toy didn't help. She was unable to withstand the torment of being wound up without release. She felt him push a little deeper. Any moment she would snap, and thrust up at him with all her might. Was that what he was doing, holding back to frustrate her?
"Stop it now, please! I won't say anything to anyone. Just stop, please," she groaned.
Ever so slowly his cock invaded her vagina. Deeper, and deeper, she felt it penetrate. As much as she wanted to thrust up at him, to reach the inevitable, it was impossible to move. The look of satisfaction on his face had her mesmerised. It was difficult to look away, or even close her eyes. The mocking expression told her he had her, and wasn't letting her off lightly.
"Do it!" she challenged.
The feathery light voice was strange in her ears. The awful words betrayed her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he nonchalantly asked.
His words were clear, her mind was not. It swirled with lust and outrage. How could she allow this young boy to take her. What choice did she have? She felt his cock nudge her so very deep, she gasped with a pathetic whimper.
"Yes! Fuck me," she loudly declared.
He rose up, pulling up, and up, until she feared losing the hardness that was so desperately needed. He plunged down inside her body, seemingly filling her entire body with cock. She whimpered again, when he pushed against her cervix. It was an unusual feeling, yet not unpleasant.
"Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me hard," she wailed.
The rhythm settled into a steady pounding of her vagina. With every downward plunge, his hips hit hers, and his cock hit deeper inside than ever experienced before. With every pounding of his cock, she responded with an animal like wail.
"I'm nearly there, don't stop now!" she whined.
When he pushed home and held still, she knew he was ready. Surprisingly, so was she. He began to judder, and his legs pressed hard into the sofa. His cock powerfully expanded, and he thrust hard into her, with all his might. She imagined feeling him ejaculate, with splashes of hot cum spurting directly into her womb.
"Fill me up! Oh,! Fill me up!" she cried out.
He dug his toes into the sofa and pushed hard. The head of his cock pressed tight against the entrance to her womb, as he cum again, and again. She had never felt a penis so deep, or such a powerful spurt of sperm. Her orgasm started before him, and continued still. So sensitive was her body, that she felt the slightest twinge of his cock.
"Yes! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.
On reaching the end of an orgasm, it built again! A third time took her completely by surprise. Eventually her whole body collapsed, from the emotional tension, finally leaving her exhausted and replete. She lay there like him, breathing heavily.
Recovering first, he pulled the gown away from a nipple with his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth. She opened her mouth to complain, but either she was deaf, or no sound emerged. She lay quietly watching him suck on an over sensitive nipple, while he tried to engulf as much of a breast as possible. Again he was playing with her body, only this time she smiled with pleasure.
She wanted to ask him if he loved her. The silly notion was quickly dismissed. She cleared her throat.
"We shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you," she hesitantly said. It sounded pathetic, so she gave up.
Her arms were still wedged underneath her, and he was too heavy to budge. It was embarrassing feeling his wet cock against her thigh. Something had to be done, as difficult as it was, something had to be said.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he smiled, then went back to sucking on her breasts. He had both of them out, playing with one, then the other.
"You shouldn't be playing with a stranger’s  breasts," she quietly stated. The nonsense statement almost made her laugh.
"It's wrong to suck on your breasts, but alright to make you cum?" he mocked her. He flashed her a bright smile, then sucked loudly on a nipple.
"No! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you do anything to me. It was all wrong, and all my fault," she said, sounding sorry for herself.
"We both enjoyed it, so, don't worry," he smiled. "Sonali did tell me that you are amazing" he calmly stated.
The serious look on his face made her heart flutter. It's just the after affects of an orgasm, she told herself. There was no way she could be flattered by the remark. He was just an adolescent, making it up. It was silly to feel pleased that he had been taking notice of her, though the illicit satisfaction was difficult to shake off.
"You're playing with me again," she said, about his words, not about what he was doing to her breasts. He began to kiss his way down from her breasts. A hand held her in place, while his lips and tongue teased her belly. He carried on.
"No! Please! You mustn't. I'm not a toy to be played with," she complained.
She struggled, though not enough to get free. There was enough of an excuse that he held her down with his hand on her chest. Lips sucked and kissed lower with every touch. On reaching her sex, the nips and bites diverted to her thighs. Now the lips and tongue were jumping around, so she couldn't anticipate the next touch.
"No! Please! Let me go," she weakly spoke.
Before she could firm up her voice, he took hold of her lips, to nip them with his teeth. She squealed in delight. He pushed exploratory fingers inside, to feel how open she still was. She began to leak, yet he still probed and explored. He hadn't seen a woman's sex up close, and found it fascinating. She hadn't let anyone explore her like this, ever. It was embarrassing, and all the more so that she was leaking his sperm.
"Stop it, please. We've got to talk," she implored him.
He reluctantly rolled off onto the floor. He pulled her on top of him, and held her tight.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
"No! You've had your way with me, isn't that enough?" she crossly spoke.
"I'll kiss you then," he said, and did so.
She defiantly kept her mouth tightly shut. He sucked on her lips, bit them, then travelled around her neck with a thousand kisses and licks. She grabbed his face and kissed him full on. It lasted for awhile. Coming up for breath she looked at him seriously, then shook his head.
"I'm a married and a mother . You can't just barge into my home and take me." she tried to look serious.
"You know what I mean!" she firmly said, only to laugh along with him. "It was nice, more than nice. " she said, with a voice running low, as she realized she was a cheat.
She had cheated on her husband many times and now with this young lad. Her forehead dropped onto his chest.
He slapped her bare ass.
"Oww!" she protested.
She still wore the gown, but it was almost pulled from her body. He noticed she hadn't stopped him playing with her, and hadn't protested too much. She was trying to be adult and sensible. The glow of an orgasm was still affecting her, so it was easy to keep her compliant.
"You enjoyed that so much, I want to pleasure you again," he asserted.
"No! Not now!" she yelped. The glint in her eyes was contradicting the protest.
"When, after a shower?" he laughed.
"I meant no, not ever!" she forcefully said.
He noticed she wasn't fighting him off, or attempting to escape. He pushed her off, and rolled on top of her. He separated her legs with his, and held her still.
"As you can't decide, I'll decide when we fuck," he firmly told her.
Mily groaned, only now realising what she had gotten herself into. This young guy was so much into lust with her.
She knew a great weight would hang over her soon. Once the flush of orgasmic pleasure was over, the guilt would take over. It was already beginning to, with the follow up of self-pity close behind.
"No more! Let me up, I need the bathroom," she ordered.
She didn't hear him follow her. Her troubled thoughts were loud enough to cover his footsteps. Her wet body was glowing in the bathroom light. Reaching into the shower she felt his arms encompass her. He lifted her up, and stepped under the waterfall. His hands were everywhere and way ahead of hers.
 
He soaped her all over. When both his hands cupped her bottom and sex, she gave up. They were interlaced, making it impossible to break the hold on her crotch. The feeling of hands soaping between her cheeks, circling her asshole, between her lips, cupping her sex in his palm, defeated her.
She flung back her head into the spray, and groaned loudly. A fitful orgasm rocked her legs. It wasn't deep, it was like the shower, all over her body, like a rainstorm. His hands carried on playing with her, front and back. He was prolonging the orgasm with fingers probing her pussy, and her asshole.
Every time she thought it was over, he triggered it again.
"No more, please!" she cried out.
Both hands were flat, leaning all her weight against the tiled wall. She began to slide as her legs gave way. He held her up with a finger in her pussy, and another in her ass. As her hands slid down the wall, her ass was drawn upward.
She was only partially aware of the awkward position. She was on hands and feet, with her head in the corner of the shower stall. He slid a finger from her pussy, with another still holding onto her asshole. He replaced the finger with his cock, sliding into her easily. He began to fuck her steadily, while she moaned in time with every inward thrust. It took him a long time to cum, by which time she was delirious.
He held her by waist and pounded her hard. Mily moaned loud and louder until they both came together.
'You must promise me not to tell anyone,' Mily calmly stated as they both dried themselves
'I promise, though, under condition we spend the whole afternoon together,' Sidharth blurted out.
'You can't expect me to agree to that!' she complained.
'Why not. We both enjoyed it,' he bluntly stated.
'It was wrong, and two wrongs don't make a right,' she tried to look serious again.
'One last fling. You're a beautiful woman,' he quietly spoke.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, ending up with a palm cupping her cheek.
You look so delicious, I could lick and nibble you all over,' he whispered in her ear. She smiled , this young guy though seemed young but was quite expert.
She turned her head to face him. There was an intention to tell him to leave, though nothing was said. Instead she let him kiss her.
Lips took over from hands, to caress her face and neck. Hands cupped her breasts. Fingers tweaked her nipples. He was taking his time with a strong determination to seduce her. His strong hands smoothly massaged her breasts. He sucked on her lips, bit her neck, licked and whispered in her ears.
She breathed heavily from the soft words of affection he whispered into a sensitized ear.
She lifted her chin for him to explore her neck. He was kissing his way down to her breasts. Anticipating the caresses to her susceptible nipples was thrilling. Without realizing it, her knees parted. His hands delicately tripped over her thighs, lightly stroking them. So much attention was too much to resist.
His hands wrapped around her bottom to lift her off the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist with her anklet on his skin  rubbing , and he carried her to the dining table. He perched her bottom on the edge, maneuvered himself close, then pushed roughly into her.
The previous gentleness contrasted with the hard pounding he gave her. The rough sex had her moaning with pleasure. She wailed over his shoulder, and pounded on his back with both fists.
'Fuck me hard, Sidharth,' she cried out.
Feeling his legs shudder was a sign of an imminent orgasm. Unable to resist, not wanting to, she climaxed again. Holding him close she wailed lightly, almost sobbing. When he pulled her off the table, she felt his cock slip from her sex. It felt as though it belonged there, and its parting was sorrowful.
He managed to half carry her to the bedroom again. They wrapped themselves in each other. Feeling his hardness pushing at her sex brought her around. Not again! She thought, then felt him enter.
'Sidharth!' she protested.
He hadn't asked, or even warned her! He was simply helping himself to her body. She had never experienced such an audacious act. Her sex was way ahead of her, for it was aroused and ready. She wondered what he had done while she was asleep for her sex to be so wet. His penis was slowly penetrating her vagina, gently pulling back, then repeating the delicious movements, getting deeper with each push.
Her mind quickly caught up to enjoy it.
'Sidharth!' she lightly breathed.
She tried to reach behind to caress him. He had his arms wrapped around her pinning her arms to her sides, preventing movement. It felt as though she were tied up, unable to do anything but accept him taking her. She helplessly lay there being fucked, and was thoroughly enjoying it.
'Faster, Sidharth,' she said.
'Mily Aunty What do you want, tell me how you want it, ' he heavily breathed in her ear.
'Fuck me faster!' she implored him.
This young guy was getting her to talk dirty. This was another first for her, and she wondered again how such a young guy did these things to her. Nearing a climax, she let loose.
'Keep going, Sidharth! Fuck me deep, Sidharth!' Mily begged. Never before she begged anyone like this
She clenched her teeth as though in pain. Her head rocked back, hitting his nose. He stopped moving trying to recover from the pain in his nose. The hesitation in his movements tormented her.
'Please, Sidharth, fuck me!' she demanded.
The pain spurred him on to push with all his strength. He shifted his weight to get a better leverage, shoving hard and deep inside. His cock slid across her clit, drawing a guttural sound from her throat.
'Yes!' she repeated over and over as she climaxed.
Feeling her shuddering body, he knew he could cum now. He spurted his load deep into her. He kept his cock still, forcing it as deep as possible. He was rewarded by her clasping him tight, with strong inner muscles. The tremors subsided as his cock retreated from her.
'Sidharth!' she groaned.
The sound of her voice was warm and tender now. She turned to face him within his lessening grip. She kissed him full on the lips. When they parted she probed him with her tongue. Tingling sensations sensitized her lips, as was the rest of her body, still vibrant from the orgasm.
Pushing herself up the bed, she was able to pull his head into her cleavage. It was comforting to watch him suck on a nipple, then the other.
It was almost 2 pm. Almost time for Mily to leave and get her daughter.
She pushed Sidharth. “I have to go to pick my daughter” she told him. He simply got up and dressed .
He then reached her sling bag and fetched out a thick envelop “For you aunty” he smiled.
The envelop reminded her that she was a whore after all. He reached her again and kissed her again full on lips before going out of room.
Mily lay for a few minutes and then started to get ready for her daily chores.
 

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Episode : Mily dragged again

Somehow Mily refrained herself from the “Escort” service as her daughter was growing up and the mother in her forced her way out.

 
Mily’s bank balance grew considerably during the tenure with around 50 lacs neatly stacked in her account, about which her hubby was not aware.
 
It’s been almost 2 years that she refrained herself from the muck, but even at the age of 37 Mily was still a stunner, her milky skin and curves still made men go crazy when she stepped out of her home. Her boobs sizes also grew along with her bank balance. She was 34B when she got trapped and used, and now after her past sessions it was now 34D.
 
She looked utterly desirable even without any make up, but her past experiences did make her apply some make up when she was out. Her rosy lips were now often dark chocolate color, which contrasted against her glowing skin making her stand out of the way. Men, often lowly ones clicked her pictures secretly in street to let out their lust masturbating to it.
 
It was another hot humid day in Kolkata and Mily was just back in her newly rented flat from purchase of groceries. She had managed to persuade her hubby to opt from a better rented place just few weeks back. The stares and leers from the men in the old place was getting to her nerves.
 
The new flat was in a better locality and people staying there were not nose poking type like the previous one. People hardly knew their next door neighbor, hence more privacy than before. Another plus point was a huge park in the society where her daughter could play.
 
The newly rented flat was pre fitted with AC in the bedroom and drawing room, but they rarely used it as the electricity bills soared high. There was no change in the furniture as it was the same they carried over to this flat.
 
The old bed now creaked with the slightest movement as it had witnessed many rough love makings in past. In fact, most of her furniture bore the sign of her rough sex sessions in past.
 
It was just 10am and it was already hot and humid. Her black bra straps were visible prominently through her sweat soaked red blouse. She sat beneath the fan and patted off the sweat in her fore head and neck with her mustard yellow saree pallu. Her full luscious chocolate colored lips puckered as if to let out the steam.
 
She was getting up from the chair to have a swig of cold water from the fridge as her mobile chimes with an watsapp message. Mily got back on the chair to have a look at the message. It was a video clips from an unknown number. She generally ignored such messages but today curiosity overcame her as she clicked on the video icon.
 
What played on the screen made her rooted to the chair, while a sweat droplet trickled down her forehead. Memories flashed before her eyes as saw herself eagle spread in a bed with her lovely face contoured in lust while a person was pounding her to glory, while he sucked onto her left nipple. Her nails digging on to his forearms.
 
She could recognize the person’s face latched to her nipple. It was the same ugly but stinking rich “Sidharth” , whose wedding she attended and ended up in his bed after being tricked by “Sonali”. She remembered the whole incident and how “Sonali” was filming the whole session. But she could not recognize the number from which the video clip was sent.
 
She sat back on her chair stunned as the mobile chimed again, this time it was a simple “hello” with a smiley emoji. She was not amused with the smiley emoji but rather wondered who this person can be. It chimed again, this time with a short and crisp message “Send your new address immediately, Regards Sidharth”
 
 
It sunk in now. Sidharth must have got her number and the full movie from the bitch “Sonali” and send her the small clip from the whole recorded session. “Will upload the full session, if new address not received in 5 mins” was the next message from Sidharth.
 
The silence in her room was so much that she could hear the wall clock ticking. She tried hard to think a way out of the situation but her mind simply went blank. She jolted out of her thought as the mobile chimed with a new message “ 2 mins left , then I will upload”. Her pedicured hands with baby pink nails trembled as she typed in her new address and clicked on send. She remembered on how animalistic that ugly sidharth was in bed with her.
 
She felt herself being dragged back into the muck which Mily left.
 
Mily kept sitting in the chair staring into the blank. After some time, the land line provided by the society as intercom rang, she got up from the chair with staggered steps and took the call. It was from the security gate “Madam apnar dada esechen salt lake theke” (Madam your elder brother has come from saltlake). Her heart missed a few beats as she replied “ Haan aste din” (Ok let him come). And put the receiver down.
 
“Matter of minutes now” Mily thought. Their flat was in “R” block on 10th floor.
 
The harsh sound of the calling bell again made her startle, with trembling steps she opened the door. There stood the short, dark and ugly Sidharth, whose wedding she attended and ended up in bed with him. He smiled and welcomed himself in as Mily shut the door behind them.
 
He made himself comfortable in a dining chair as Mily stood nearby. “It’s a nice flat” Sidharth quipped in reply Mily just nodded. “Ki chao tumi” (what do you want) Mily asked straightforward.
 
“Tomake bhulte parini” (Could not forget you) Sidharth replied quickly. “But tumi ekhon married, wife er kache jao” (You are married now and you should be with your wife) Mily tried to negotiate.
 
“Wife tomar moton sexy aar sundori na” (My wife is neither pretty or sexy like you) Replied Sidharth and stood up and went near Mily.
 
Mily waited with bated breath as Sidharth measured her with his lusty eyes. The tension in the air mixed with hot humid atmosphere made her sweat more.
 
Sidharth smiled as he raised his right hand and brushed the pallu of the saree off her left shoulder. His eyes shone with lust as her shapely boobs encased in red blouse was right before him like two red globes. Mily stared at Sidharth with fear in her eyes, while he stared at the object of lust drooling. It was a fact that he could not forget Mily since his sex session with her on his wedding day and he had to bribe Sonali a lot to get hold of her Mobile number and the video. He waited long enough and finally here she was again in front of him, ready to be devoured.
 
Mily made no attempts to retrieve her pallu from the floor and waited with bated breath for his next move. She could feel her future darken again with no respite from his clutches.
 
Sidharth was new at her place and looked around for a comfortable place to begin her ordeal. Sidarth could locate her bed room just across to where he was standing and grabbed Mily’s left hand in his right and pulled her towards her bedroom, the pallu trailed behind on the floor.
 
Mily tugged along, moving towards her own bed. She could see flashes of memory of her past in the same bed towards which sidharth was taking her.
 
“Please chere dao, ager baar bhul hoye gechilo” (Please spare me, last time was a mistake) Mily tried for a last time to escape him.
 
Sidharth turned around and smiled “tomake chere dile, amar ki hobe, aar na bolle video upload kore debo” (who will take care of me if I spare you and if you say no then I will upload the video).
 
Keeping her standing near the bed, he started to undress and in no time he was fully nude in front of her. Mily looked at him, it’s not that she was looking at this nude person for the first time, but this time she was in full senses.
 
Though this guy was short in height and ugly but his cock was quite thick even when it was semi hard, bushes of black hair covered its base and even from a distance she could smell the cock and it smelled bad. “Bad hygene” she thought.
 
He turned his attention towards Mily after getting nude himself and unwrapped her saree and threw it on a table nearby. Her milky white navel and waist glowed. He untwined the knot of her black petticoat and soon it circled around her ankles.
 
He stepped back to enjoy the glory in full day light, last time with her was at night with room light.
 
Her legs and milky thighs glowed, the lone silver anklet on her left feet sparkled in the sun light coming through the window. With the right curves at the right places she looked gorgeous.
 
He again approached her and held right hand placed it on his semi hard cock, she involuntarily took her hand back from the disgusting smelly cock. He smiled and held her hand firmly and placed it upon his cock again and wrapped her dainty fingers around it.
 
She held on to the cock this time sensing her peril situation, while he focused on the front hooks of her red blouse.
 
She looked away from his face while fisting the cock feeling it grow rapidly in her palm, while sidharth unhooked the blouse front hooks and finally parting it to reveal the boobs encased in her black bra. He pulled at her busy hand on his cock free and let the red half sleeve blouse fall free on the floor and it joined her black petticoat.
 
He reached her back and unclasped the bra hook and let it fall on the floor too. Her shapely taut boobs seem to spring free from the bondage of the bra and pointed at him with its taut nipples.
 
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him. With Mily positioned between his legs , he again grabbed her right hand and placed it firmly on his almost rock hard cock. It now felt warm and hard as she again started to fist it, but the smelly part was still there.
 
He looked at vulnerable Mily. The mangalsutra sign of her being married was positioned accurately between her two milky milk globes, looked so erotic.
 
He smiled and latched himself onto her left nipple while caressing the right one with his palm. He sucked it hard, almost sucking it fully in his mouth. Mily had a hard time fisting him while her boobs were being sucked and caressed. The way this disgusting guy was flicking her nipples with his tongue was driving her crazy. He could sense her urgency as she started to fist his cock hard and fast.
 
He was sucking both the boobs freely, sucking, caressing and squeezing them. From time to time he pinched the nipples between his finger and thumb. Occasional moan escaped her mouth ensuring Sidharth that the bitch was in heat and ready to be taken.
Finally he lifted himself free from her boobs , both the boobs were shining with his saliva and with teeth red marks here and there. Her nipples were erect from arousal.  
 
It was time for him to take her to the next level. He pushed her down on knees between his spread legs. She could sense what he was wanting and un willingly sat on the floor on her knees. The cock fully erect was just in front of her eyes and was oozing pre cum. It bobbed dangerously in front of her and the stench was unbearable.
 
She again held the disgusting cock in her right hand by its base and She started making out with its tip. The warmth of her mouth felt like a touch of heaven as he placed his hands behind her head and grabbed Mily by her hairs.
While holding the cock by the base of the shaft, she took it further in her mouth, inch after inch and began blowing him. Though the stench from the cock was making her vomit but she steadied herself and wanted to get this over quickly. He let out another stream of moans.
Mily glanced up at him as she continued blowing. It was captivating for him to see her lovely eyes and chocolate lips wrapped tightly around his thick cock. She reached out to grab his ass and yank him deeper into her mouth. The urgency surprised him but on the other hand she wanted this ordeal to be over quickly.
Her head bobbed up and down on the cock. She paused after a few blows, with the cock deep inside her mouth, then release it a few inches and start blowing again. He grabbed her by hair and pushed himself deeper in her throat almost gagging her at times.
Sidharth was losing it fast and pushed himself deep again and roared as the cum churned in his balls, raced up the shaft, and erupted into her hot mouth without warning. She tried to free herself but Sidharth held her in position firmly as his hard cock spewed hot cum in her mouth.
Once he was drained, sidharth released her and she backed out with a plop rushed over to the attached washroom. He could hear her vomit his cum while he took her fallen bra and cleaned his lipstick smeared cock with it. After that he lay down on the bed and smiled.
After some time Mily emerged from the washroom with her eyes red and teary, she looked at him disgustingly. She wanted to throw this guy from her house but from inside she knew that the ordeal was far from over.
“make up ta thik kore esho abar” (apply your make up and come back) he ordered. He wanted to see her with choco lips as her lips looked luscious. Un willingly she moved over to the dressing table and applied a fresh coat of her lipstick again and waited for his next command.
He admired her in open sun light. With her standing just few feet from him just in her black panty made Mily look ravishing.
The mangalsutra , her bangles in her arms were signs of her being married. The lone silver anklet on her feet were signs of her being simple yet stylish.
He patted on the bed next to him signaling Mily to join him on her own bed.
 
 Mily's bed creaked and groaned when she climbed on it and when she moved to the middle of her marriage bed. He firmly pulled on her body until Mily lay on her flat on her back. Sidharth's thick lips again went straight to one of her nipples and he sucked like a baby on the tit. Mily closed her eyes as if to block the image and sensation of her breasts being sucked by the repulsive man. Her brain reeled when the man's lips curled around her soft mound and sucked on her pink nipple, bringing the little bud to life.

Mily gasped out loud! This was too awful!

"Please, Sidharth! Uuggghhh! Please ... Sidharth, not like this! Aaaggghh!"

Her words of protest were useless! She inhaled deeply when he sucked on her nipple. Her nipples had always been extremely sensitive. But her mind immediately went to the scent of the filthy man. It was not overpowering, but certainly the smell, she imagined, of a working man, not a high class man. She crinkled her little nose.

Her nipple responded to the wet sucking, working itself erect and looking like a pencil eraser. Mily now moaned and her thighs scissor involuntarily with the unexpected sexual electricity surging through her young body. She pleaded with him when she felt his fingers dig cruelly into the juncture of her lush thighs.

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The filthy man was partially on her, pinning her to the bed. Even with him only with his chest on her body, she felt uncomfortably weighted down. Then one of his thick thighs moved between her soft legs, spreading them erotically for him and his hand went to her glistening slit probing against her moist vaginal lips until the wet flanges parted and his long finger thrust deeply into her warm cunt.

Sidharth moved his head up to her gorgeous face to kiss her but she turned away from him. This stoked an inner anger at Mily. He vowed that he would fuck her long and hard!

He wiggled his finger back and forth in her love hole as her rounded buttocks retreated into the soft bed away from his touch. She arched her back and tried to mover her hips down and away from the man's invading finger. But she could only push her ass back so far before she could go no further. His long finger followed her hips and continued to stroke the silky smooth insides of her rapidly moistening vagina.

The ugly filthy guy was looking to garner all the pleasure he could from this gorgeous woman. His luck had given her to him and he wanted to play it out for all it was worth. His finger pushed deep inside her vagina. Her pussy was only moist. He wanted her soaking wet. He inserted a second finger into her pussy and began to caress the walls of her vagina. He felt her squirm beneath him.

Mily was repulsed by his touch but she didn't know what to do and just wanted it over with as soon as possible.

As Sidharth groped the beautiful mom’s body,She frantically tried to struggle away from the man as a last try, but he pinned her nude body beneath him.

 
She also felt his nearly erect manhood against her soft hip. She looked down at the stiff organ. The nearly stiff penis was not too long but looked unnaturally thick. The knob at its tip, with the thin slit, looked menacing and Mily realized that thick gobs of semen would be spurting from it into her vagina very soon.


Sidharth tugged at his semi-rigid cock several times until it was almost stiff. Then he rolled over onto Mily. Her tanned legs spread involuntarily beneath his weight and her thighs were spread lewdly beneath the man.

"Ugggggggghhhhhhh," she moaned under his  weight.

But she felt the rubbery tip of his thick cock push first against her inner thigh and then the opening to her vagina.

“Amake bhetore nao Mily”"Put me in your pussy, Mily," he whispered.

Mily tried to shift under his weight. As grotesque as he was, she had no choice. Reaching between them, she found his heavy testicles first. She slid her hand up his cock and felt it surge with her warm touch. Innocently holding his manhood between her thumb and forefinger, she directed its thick, rubbery tip to the tight opening to her slit. The head of his cock felt much like a mushroom. She held still as his stiff penis pushed roughly into her pussy.

Mily mewled with shame as she felt his erect tool slide between her vaginal lips. How could she let him do this, again?

"Uggghhh!"

The muscles in her legs twitched as his body spread them wide. But then a short cry of pain from the housewife and gorgeous mother brought a smile on Sidharth’s face.

Sidharth snorted at her discomfort, but her cunt was tight, virginal almost, and his throbbing penis only managed to push into the married woman beneath him when he drove it in and out of her tight, restricting passage between her spread thighs with several savage thrusts!

Mily's pussy was still not moist enough to comfortably take the man's thick meat but was spread wide anyway by his assaultive tool. She tried to spread her thighs farther to let his frenzied lust have its way but she was spread as far a possible as it was!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mily's beautiful face contort beneath him. He always enjoyed watching a woman's face when she was first impaled with his very thick tool.

He slowly start pumping his thick cock in and out of Mily. He pushed and pulled his big cock from her pussy several times. Her love-hole was very tight as her age , it was amazing “he wondered” ! The glide in and out of her passage began to bring her intense excitement.

Mily hated herself for this, but she told herself that she was only a woman, not a machine. Her body had been deprived of sexual intercourse for long and now it was yielding to the man's thick cock! She felt herself giving up just a little to the intense sexual pleasure that she had been deprived of for so long.

As Sidharth fucked Mily, he raised his torso and saw that her eyes were shut tight as she lay beneath him. He didn't realize that she was fighting the sexual build-up within her lush, naked body.

Sidharth gripped her wrists and pushed her arms wide, splaying her out under him. Her breasts were unbelievably juicy, delectable female flesh! They looked to have come straight from a magazine! While they spread slightly on her chest, they were still firm enough that they proudly pointed to the ceiling, her pink areolas subtly becoming stiffer and stiffer. With each cock stroke, they shook slightly!

But for some strange reason, her eyes being shut tight irritated the man. The look on his face darkened.

“Saali” "You slut," he asked. “taka amar dikee, lojja korche naki”"Don't think you can look at me while I fuck you? " His hard pole ground into her vagina in slow stroke after slow stroke. “Tor bhetore maal dhalbo amar"this cock is going to shoot its my sperm deep inside you!"

Mily was so appalled at what was happening to her that she didn't really register his degrading words. All that she knew was that she was pinned, spread eagle, beneath the grotesque man and she could feel him working his large, stiff penis in and out of her pussy!

Sidharth let go of one of her wrists and put his hand beneath her head. He grabbed her hair and held it tightly in his hand.

“Saali taka amar dike”"Take a look at me you bitch!" he said in a whisper in her ear. He shook Mily's head as if to awaken her.

She opened her eyes when he did. She gasped.

She moved her eyes to look between their lewdly joined bodies. The dark cock was shiny with her vaginal juices!

The slow, in and out action of his manhood moistened her love-hole and made her nipples stiffen involuntarily. She bit her lower lip to try to keep her mind off of the effects of the slow screwing on her body, but she was only human, and the fucking was having an effect on her, especially when his thick manhood stroked up against her clitoris! This was driving her insane!

Sidharth tweaked one of Mily's nipples! It was hard and rubbery already, but the soft pinch caused it to crinkle and sent a jolt of sexual electricity from Mily's fleshy breast straight to her pussy. Her vagina juiced noticeably!

"Ahhhh!" she mewled involuntarily and her hips pumped at the man. That felt so good! Her back arched involuntarily as if she pushed her titties towards the man.

She looked up at Sidharth who was fucking her. It was surrealistic! The big cock ground into her pussy. It stuffed her deeply and fully. His face hovered close to hers and she could see the ceiling above him and both her knees and feet in the air separated by his body! Her lone silver anklet dangled on her left feet. Her body felt completely impaled by the Sidharth's cock. It seemed to drive deeper and deeper into her with each slow thrust, opening the young mother's pussy up further and further. The feeling was intense!

"Ooooohh!" she cooed before she stifled the sound.

Mily tried to not give in to the powerful arousal that she was beginning to feel. Sidharth saw the gorgeous wife and mother drop her head onto the bed, eyes closed, and her sensuous mouth now hanging open and sucking in air. He knew that his slow fucking was bringing her intense pleasure whether she wanted to admit it or not. If he could just keep from cumming too soon, he thought... but her fucking pussy was so tight! If he wasn't careful, he would shoot his wad very soon.

Sidharth fought off a tremendous desire to cum, but he knew the pressure in his bloated balls was getting out of control! He was just too excited about having his cock in this gorgeous mother's pussy again after a long time.

Quickly, Sidharth decided to roll over so he might not blow his seed so quickly. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and expertly held on to her as he rolled onto his back. His hard cock barely missed a stroke. He continued to fuck Mily but he realized that she was just laying on top of him accepting the fucking but not really fucking him back. He didn't know just how hard she was fighting the fucking!

Sidharth let go of her ass cheeks and his hands went down to the backs of her knees and spread her legs around his  legs which he had extended straight out from his body. Her knees were now on the mattress around his torso and his cock was pistoning in and out of her tight vagina from below her. She was squealing softly with each pounding entry into her tight passage as her anklet rubbed against his bare right thighs

Once Mily's long, legs were spread around him, he pushed her shoulders up and away from him so that she had to brace herself with her hands. Her shapely nails dug on his chest as her delectable tits hung proudly above him, the pink nipples looking like ripe fruit ready to be picked. As they swayed provocatively, Sidharth grabbed them and pinched them hard!

Mily cried out!

"Ohhh maa!" Her eyes opened suddenly and she looked at Sidharth. She heard a wicked laugh from him at her pain!

He smiled when Mily immediately lowered her torso, put her face on his shoulder, and began to thrust her ass up and down and stroke his hard cock with her pussy. It was clear that she had a wonderfully taut ass and he was in ecstasy resting his hands on her baby-soft ass cheeks and feeling her stroke the length of his rock-hard penis. Just a little pain got her to work! Whether she knew it or not, she could really fuck!

"That's better," he groaned in pleasure. "Bhalo kore anondo de amake." “Cmon make me happy”

Mily groaned in a mixture of shame and sexual gratification, "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh!" She energetically bobbed her ass on his cock. Her pussy was soaked now and slid easily on his stiff pole.

Sidharth reached around her slender waist and held her tight. Gradually he eased down to her ass cheeks and gloried, once again, in the feeling of her pumping her pussy up and down his manhood. She was working it now with a passion. He held her rounded ass lightly and felt the rise and fall of her naked buttocks on his engorged cock as she satisfied the lustful desires of the guy in her own house and bed.

“Saali Randi , tor gotor ta nara”"Keep pumping , you fucking whore!" he told Mily.

Mily couldn't comprehend how abusive he was but she knew that she needed to satisfy the carnal cravings of this man. She listened to his order and rhythmically pumped her pussy up and down his long pole. She was so ashamed of her actions but she had no choice! She hated that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, the wife and mother lay on another man's body and consciously pumped on his long prong!

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" she chanted with each hard thrust audibly proving to him that she was working to please him.

Sidharth's hands went up Mily's back and while his forearms held her upper back tightly against him, his hands went to the back of her head and pulled her face to his. She tried to turn away but his mouth found her lips and he started to kiss her. Mily tried to turn away again but he was insistent and she felt his tongue enter her mouth. She found his slimy tongue repulsive but in the back of her mind she knew that she needed to speed his orgasm even if that meant him shooting his thick spunk into her pussy.

The squishing sound of their sexual intercourse filled the air -- the slapping of their naked bodies and their grunting and groaning as they fucked.

Mily's knees were on the mattress straddling his body and her ass was in the air. Sidharth placed his other hand between Mily's spread ass cheeks and began to sensuously stroke Mily's pussy lips that surrounded his cock. Little by little the he worked up a slather of Mily's juices. Having her pussy lips touched also excited the Mily.

"Uggggghhhhhh!" she moaned.

"ohhhhhhhhhhh, NO!" she groaned, Mily lifted her head from Sidharth's face and let out a guttural groan. "ohhhhhhhh maaaaahhhh! !" Her cries were loud enough to be heard by her neighbors through the wall but she had no care about that. The feeling of complete discomfort and humiliation and shame was too powerful!

Sidharth was now close to erupting within her pussy. He began to pump furiously from below and grabbed both of her succulent tits and squeezed them and kneaded them harshly! He pushed them together, put the nipples in his mouth and sucked hard on the rubbery tips!

It was too much for Mily! Stuffed in both holes and having her nipples tugged and sucked simply overpowered her senses! When she felt the invading fingers rubbing against the cock in her pussy, she exploded in orgasm!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Fuck!" she cried. "Fuuuck!"

Then, "aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee," she screamed as her climax cascaded through her young, gorgeous body! "AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Fuck me!". The hidden slut in her was awakened again and she didn’t care.

Mily felt her eager pussy grasping at the Sidharth’s hard pole. She was lost in sexual abandon! She needed to fuck it good! She worked her pussy on the stiff manhood for all she was worth, squeezing every bit of pleasure that she could achieve out of the fucking, pounding the hard cock still imbedded in her vagina!

Gradually her orgasm began to subside and she realized with great shame how she had behaved.

She felt Sidharth roll his hips and she found herself on her back on the mattress, legs spread, taking the his cock in her pussy. Her sense of shame was profound as he pounded her wet pussy with his cock. He ground his hard penis deep into the young mother, hardly caring about anything other than his impending orgasm. It seemed like forever, but Sidharth eventually stiffened and then groaned as his screams announced his climax and he began to shoot his thick, hot spunk into her pussy. As he roared, Mily felt the hot sperm being spurt into her wet pussy. It seemed to last for minutes. Then gradually his quaking subsided and he held onto her naked body as his cock began to soften inside her pussy. She lay perfectly still. After several moments of gathering his senses, he slipped his cock out of her pussy and rolled to her side. Mily felt filthy but exhausted and satisfied as his cum dripped down her pussy onto the mattress.

A long string of spunk landed on her inner thigh as she lay spread naked on her bed. She was aware of him gathering up his clothes and dressing while she lay dazed on the bed. Even though her legs were spread and her breasts naked, she didn't move. It was only when she heard the front door close shut that she opened her eyes and saw the shameful evidence of what she had done.
 

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

Why did u come back my friend
No one cares for ur story
Once we loved it but now similar stories started coming often and many are better than urs

Ritu ki daastan
Shipra- rural ordeal

After one year i dont know wat interest u r gonna create among ppl

Its ok . i felt like jotting one down and so i did. few readers told me to update, so i did. It's ok now some dont like it but some still do. its for them ..tc

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

I didnt force either.... But this was my reason of telling y ni one interested in his story

Thank you Uma for your critics replies.. i try to complete one episode and post it in a single go. I dont like leaving the readers hanging. 

So i make it a point to start one episode and complete it till the end and then move onto the next episode.

Regards

[hotguydelhi_sidharth]

Corporate life :

Mily decided to no longer be a housewife and keep herself busy in the corporate world. Her past memories always haunted her and was making her timid and as her kid was growing up, so she could not keep herself busy in any job, she thought.

 

She behaved herself as a very shy and demure executive working for UPS. She was very well noted by her hierarchy with no remark on her behavior. Mily being married but her stature and beauty was well known in her organization, Mily looked more like a cover girl, rather than an Executive. Mily was a beauty in comparison to the other females in  the office pulpous with well filled curves where it mattered.

She always hid her nice curves under a simple jean and a tunic that reminded her of the salwar and saree she wore at home, before her marriage. She never tried to show off during parties. They were aplenty in her company : birthdays, new births, promotions, departures, retirements and so on were just pretexts for drinks. There were few weeks without at least one party and booze was lavishly distributed. The management didn't really care as most employees had now moved to nearby homes : the crisis had made so many houses vacant that they just could pick their own...

On these festive occasions, Mily always came in order not to become an outcast in her company but she usually limited herself to orange juice and nonalcoholic drinks. She hadn't thought it would ever attract the attention of her colleagues... Thus, that fateful day, she told her husband as they were going for their offices.

- Bye, I will be somewhat late this evening : we have a party for Kumar's birthday!

 

Her husband as usual didn’t care and just nodded and went off.

Mily didn't know it for the moment but a mischievous plot was already concerning her! Her workday was rather normal with just a container of clothes lost at Mumbai and another one broken open by thieves and pillaged in Chennai... She had to inform the customer and the insurance company. It was simply her daily routine! Just a quarter of an hour before the opening of the party, she went to the rest room and changed into a new black top. she had bought this one quite some time back: spaghetti straps on her shoulders and more body hugging than usual. When she met her colleague Sonam, the office accountant, she whistled discreetly and congratulated : she was quite pretty in this new outfit and her hubby was a lucky man to have such a pretty and buxom wife.

Mily turned purple red : she never accepted to be complimented on her appearance! She boasted about her business achievements not about the size of her boobs and how ample her cleavage was! Sonam was married with two children and she was passionately interested by any male who happened to pass by, young or old, handsome or fat, high education or just menial worker. She had once told Mily that her two babies were from different fathers and none of them from her husband! Mily had been scandalized but Sonam had continued, whispering to her that it was not normal just to have conceived only one baby after six years of marriage, that she should take a handsome and well hung lover and let him do the job the useless husband hadn't been able to do! Mily had been hard tempted to tell Sonam what she thought of her suggestion!

At the back of her mind , she wondered on how Sonam would react if she came to know of her dirty past.

The party was held in a wide hall that was normally the cafeteria of the plant. The chairs had been stacked in a corner and there was a large bar with a wide variety of drinks. Sid, her direct boss was already there. He was a quite dark with broad chest and muscles like a culturist. Most girls in the company were rather flirtatious when he was nearby and even the married ones would have loved to meet him in private! Sid had two glasses in his hands as he walked toward Mily...

- Aaahh! Mily! Good to see you! I've taken the liberty of have a drink prepared just for you!

- Thanks, sir...

- Shhhh! We are out of duty now! I am just Sid, a colleague and nothing more!

- Good, Sid! But what is this drink? You know that I never...

- ... Drink any alcohol, I know! Just have a taste to this drink : freshly pressed red orange juice with a touch of violet pitaya from Israel and Kakis persimmon from Spain : it's just marvellous!

- Let me try it... God, it's strong! Are you sure there's no alcohol there?

- Sure : the strange taste must come from the violet pitaya! Do you like it?

- Yes, it's very good! What's the name of this cocktail?

- It's my creation... I've called it "Sid's love cruise"

Mily laughed at the sexual undertone of the name but she emptied her glass. Sid held out his hand and offered to take her glass. She smiled to him and handed him her glass with no hesitation. She had never felt so light headed, just as if she was tipsy but Sid had told her it was pure fruit juice and she had detected no recognizable alcoholic taste... When her boss offered her a second shot, she laughed again and agreed. That was strange : she had never felt so joyous for no precise reasons... she kept laughing at all the jokes Sid bombarded her with. Was he really so funny? She had never realized the pleasure she could feel in his company. Emptying her second glass seemed even easier than sipping the first one.

With the time, Sid grew bolder ; he was now holding Mily by the waist with his hand flat on her tummy. When she turned toward him to ask for a third glass of his delicious drink, he placed both of his hands on her hips. That was something she had never allowed anyone to do but, on this occasion, she had no words to protest. She even enjoyed feeling his possessive hands on her hips! Mily was feeling really thirsty and she swallowed her fourth drink just as if it was simple water.

- Hush, baby! You don't want to gain weight with too much sugar:

Mily felt frustrated ; she was an adult and she had no lesson to take from a stranger! When she told him what she thought of his intervention, she realized that her voice was strange, slurring her words, just as if she was inebriated. She wobbled, on the verge of falling on the floor. Sid grabbed her at the last moment and dropped a little peck on her lips. Once again, she failed to push him away and scold him for his total lack of respect: she was a married woman and she shouldn't be exposed to his lecherous desires. But she didn't react as she wanted, on the contrary! She placed her hands in a blur around his neck and gave him a true kiss, one of those she usually reserved for her lousy hubby...

Sid then accompanied her to a secluded place in a corner of the cafeteria. It was normally the VIP corner, hidden from view by a series of big aquariums. They were a settee and a dining table there. Sid sat down on the settee and drew Mily to him, joking she was just getting loose: she would need soon another drink. Mily followed him but when she tried to sit on Sid's side, somehow he changed swiftly his position and she sat on his lap. She grew crimson but she felt unable to stand up and leave him there. His grip on her waist was now truly possessive and he cupped one of her breasts through her top. She should have slapped him hard but it was impossible then.

Sid slowly unbuttoned the top of her tunic until he was able to slide his hand inside. He reached for her bra and started to fondle her breasts. Mily was quite surprised by her lack of reaction; she seemed to welcome Sid's lecherous behaviour. She had to recognize he was pretty good with his hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples, massaging her whole breasts or giving her little pecks. She was becoming rally aroused but she still couldn't understand her own behavior...

The aquariums were a good shelter but certainly not enough for Sid's questionable objectives. He probably would have liked to push Mily's jeans down but he was afraid to do so in public. He could be fired then. He finally told the young woman he had to make a short trip to his apartment. He had forgotten to feed his little dog and if she could accompany his to feed the poor dog.

- Perhaps you could offer me a lift, Mily! It's not very far and with a car, we would be back at the party in about half an hour!

Sid could be very persuasive when he wanted but this time, he used all his means of persuasion : Mily was locked in his arms with her face huddled down in the crook of his neck. She had a fleeting thought of her family when she finally acceded to her boss' demand. He offered another drink for the short trip but when they arrived at the parking, Mily couldn't find the key hole. Sid told her with his quiet soothing voice :

- Don't worry, baby! It's a side effect of being held in my arms : you're really excited and you'll just need some time to gather your wits!

Mily hadn't realized it but her drink had been spiked with increasing quantities of vodka : this alcohol is almost tasteless and when mixed with orange, you can drink it just as easily as if it was water but when you try to stand up, you just cannot! Sid had used his "Sid's love cruise" cocktail on many unsuspecting young colleagues or wives of others with total success. With all the vodka Mily had already sipped, she would never be able to remember who gave her the alcohol and in whose apartment she would end up. Sid had used this anonymity to fuck dozens of unsuspecting women.

If they were a good fuck, Sid would keep them to service his perpetual sexual needs but when he got tired of them, he would just offer the girl to some of his friends. If they tried to resist, telling him they weren't whores, he would just send a quite revealing photograph of the girl with the friend or with himself but chosen to prevent recognition of the lover and the divorce was assured!

Mily finally submitted and followed him. They sat in the car and Sid drove them to his home. Just he had placed his hand on her seat and she inadvertently sat on his hand. She was too drunk to realize what Sid was doing but he pulled up her top and ripped down her bra. He also pulled down her jeans with just token resistance: vodka was so good to wipe out inhibitions. Sid grabbed the waist band of her panties and without warning, ripped them away. He had her bare pussy before his eyes and her naked ass in his hand. He seemed to enjoy playing with her ass cheeks and her pussy for a long time!

Mily looked down to her crotch. The contrast between Sid's black hands and her own skin was breath taking. Like most bangali girls, she was fair skinned but so light that she was almost milky white. Sid seemed quite pleased with what he could see.

- Good, Mily! Your skin is almost as white as your friend Nupur. I wish your pussy will be as delectable as hers! I prefer white pussies ; they are so much tighter! My own wife is completely useless and that is why I always try to seduce my female co-workers!

Once at his place, Sid prepared another round of drinks for them. Just Mily had a double dose of vodka in her glass. She was past noticing it! She now felt quite good and she took the drink with no fuss. She had just her tunic on and it was in total disarray. He lifted her top above her breasts without the least resistance.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. It was Sid's old friend Roy, a man, who was at the party too and had followed his spiking of Mily's drinks with vodka. He had helped Sid in the past to get rid of disgraced girlfriends but this time, he wanted a part of this superb piece of cake! Sid was cornered: if he denied his friend the occasion to fuck Mily, Roy would just have to argue aloud and the noise could awaken Mily. Half naked in his bedroom, she would be quite aware of his intentions! Sid was trapped but he played the good friend and told Roy they could double team the girl! That suited perfectly Roy : he was a ass man and loved nothing more than invading a girl's arse, preferably virginal, with his big cock

The two men closed the deal and decided to make a toast about it. Mily was told to prepare the mixture of juices and she proceeded obediently. That was the first time Sid was giving direct orders to the girl who didn't still know she was his new slave! Sid added the vodka to her drink in front of her eyes and offered it to her. She had no adverse reaction when she swallowed it all! She then found it perfectly normal when Sid asked her to dance for them. She was so fetching, dancing nude from the waist down with her top unbuttoned so low that the two men had a nice view on her cleavage. Moreover, she was wobbling erratically with the vodka but she managed never to fall. It seemed she was an bar dancer dancing in front of the two men

- Good, Mily, you're a really hot piece of cake. I think I'll try to taste it!

He looked her straight in the eye and pushed roughly her down on the bed. He asked her quite politely :

- I hope you have nothing against well endowed men, do you?

Mily didn't answer ; she was too far gone. Roy was watching the scene avidly without interfering. He would have the time of his life later! Sid then bunched her short little tunic, her only remaining garment, up around her waist exposing her bald and dripping wet little pussy to him. He commented sweetly :

- You have recently shaven your pussy, Mily! For whom did you do it?

- For my husband ! “She lied, as her hubby had no more interest in her, It was her habit that made her shave her pussy from the part experinces”

- Interesting! So I am going to enjoy the pleasures you keep for him... And from the love juices that are seeping from your fuck tunnel, you really love your dear husband?

- Yes!

- Is he well endowed?

- I don't know, Sid. I never had another man fucking me! She lied again.

- Great, a semi-virgin! When you'll have tasted what a real  man can do, you will sing another song! You won't want your useless wimpy husband any more!

- No, Sid! I love him! I don't want...

Sid didn't even listen to her pleas. She was too drunk to oppose him any resistance and Roy would come to his help if that slut became too restive. She was making him fully aroused and if she was as good a fuck as she looked, she could make him earn scores of big bucks...When he set himself between her thighs, Roy shot off all his load on the floor before Sid had even entered her! No problem; this bitch would lick it up before returning to the party! Sid was really excited with the idea he was training a future whore for big cocks but, why limit her : she could receive a big cock in her pussy, a white one in her pussy while she services another cock in her mouth. Ok, Sid knew her and she would never do it on her own : she was too shy and demure for it but if he blackmailed her as he had done with his most troublesome girlfriends, he could perhaps break her to become an interracial slut, eager to entertain any man.

Sid decided to play a little with Mily! He chose a moment when her eyes seemed less vacant to ask her :

- You want to fuck my big black dick, don't you, bangali chick?

- Yes, Sid. When you want, anything you want, Sid!

- I am not Sid, for you, slut, call me just Master! Do you want my big black dick, slut?

- Yessss, Master: your married slut wants your big black cock, NOW!

Sid slowly pushed his rock hard pole into her fragile twat. It seemed that his cock was far larger that anything that had ever entered this pussy but she arched her back to offer herself more completely to him. All the booze she had taken had made her more than ready for him and his big tool that was going to open new horizons for her. Her former years of perfect executive woman were coming to their end and she would get from it much more satisfaction that she had ever dreamed.

Meanwhile, Roy was busy frigging himself wildly. Mily took Sid's big dick in her hands to help him get it in! She arched her back, lifting her hips in the air and begged him to fuck her hard with his big black manhood... She was lucky that their intense foreplay had made her so wet because Sid was about twice bigger than her husband or any other past partner! Her supervisor grinned when he thought he was going to ruin her for her dear husband! She would be so stretched out that she wouldn't feel anything with him for a fortnight and if everything went according to his projects, Mily would never have the time to resize to a more normal girth!

He pushed his big tool into her pussy, forcing her pussy lips apart. He rammed her back and forth for a long time until he was ball deep in her pussy. Sid had never thought Mily would be that tight but he was now quite proud of his performance! It had taken him so much effort to bury his big cock inside her but it had been worth it. He felt clenched in a velvety grip and her moans and ragged breath told him she was filled to capacity. It was a moment she should have remembered but she was too passed out to just appreciate it. He started to move in and out of her love tunnel. Her instinct made her wrap her legs around him and lock her ankles behind his back, the silver anklet on her left foot was rubbing vigorously on his back. It was a good sign : she would be a really hot slut, always at the prowl to ride any man, any customer he should have said!

Sid rode her for all he was worth. Roy could see his black ass moving like a piston between her milky thighs and he was pumping it balls deep with every thrust and then almost pulling completely out of her with a loud slush noise. He couldn't wait to explore her assets, too! Mily came out of her trance when a mighty orgasm took her. Sid was filling her pussy with his thick creamy cum. Of course, he had never thought of pulling out. If Mily was unprotected and in her fertile time, that would be for the better! He would publish pictures on the Internet of her pussy freshly fucked by a  man and the progressive swelling of her belly until the delivery and the total public shaming of her husband but time only would tell! Mily screamed out her passion and just fainted. She was now inert and of no more interest for Sid. He swiftly pulled out of her and winking lewdly, offered the warm place to Roy...

 

- She is yours now, my friend but don't dawdle : she might wake up soon and she could recognize you!

Roy couldn't believe this was really happening. He was about to fuck his pretty colleague! It was just too HOT to be real! Sid had left her on her back and Roy didn't care. He placed her knees on his right shoulder. He had to lift her from the bed, uncovering her nice butt. He grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and parted them out to uncover her sweet ass hole. She had not shaven herself there. There were loose hairs around her anus! Good! That was something he could punish her for in the future : a good whore must be impeccable anywhere, at any time! His cock went straight to rub against her ass hole as if it already knew its destination!

Roy spit on her arse and used it to grease her fuck hole. Mily moaned and squirmed and quivered when she felt him entering her still virgin hole. He entered her slowly enough for his entry not to be overly painful but it wasn't a kind attention : he just wanted not to wake her up with the pain! He was very skilled and he soon impaled her to the hilt and started to fuck her for good with wider and wider moves in her tender back passage... He was so excited that he realized he wouldn't stay for a long time. He was right as he soon felt himself going off inside Mily. She moaned plaintively as a wave of pleasure rocked her body!

When his orgasm subsided, Sid organized swiftly the film shooting he needed. He gave the camera to Roy and fed his still swollen cock to her pussy. He had put on a sweat shirt with a large hood that completely covered his face but on the pictures, Mily's face was quite recognizable. Roy was an artist and you would have sworn the girl was participating actively to a sex party with an unidentified  man... Nobody watching these images would have just doubted Mily was groggy with too much vodka.

Sid was developing a big hard on, just from the tightness of Mily's pussy around his big cock. When he felt he was about to cum, he pulled out and hastily shoved his cock in Mily's mouth. He stiffened and flooded her tonsils with his sticky cream. He pulled out of her mouth when the last jets erupted from his cock. Her face was covered with wads of his semen with threads of cum joining the tip of his cock to her wide open mouth. Sid was preparing for Mily a nice photo book! With such images on the Internet, she would be in high demand by many men! 

Her past came cascading down on her. How hard she tried to escape but her past always seems to catch up.