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Hari got very much excited about the way Neeloo aunty narrated the incident, every mom is fond of her husband in initial years, they fantasize their husband should be like a model with 12 inch long and 3 inch wide monster cock..



But that’s not going to happen, as most husbands are like ordinary men and the wives start losing interest slowly and in the process some sanskari women seek external pleasure and get their fantasies fulfilled.. no married man would lick his wife’s dirty juicy hairy armpit while the same guy would be happy to do such things with his office colleague or a paid pro..

They fulfil many such fantasies like pissing on the woman’s face after fucking her heard.. some women (sanskari) would lick the man’s ass hole and fuck his ass hole with a dildo.. while some men fulfil their fantasy of fucking a lactating woman



And some uncles fuck their maids in the kitchen itself when their wives are taking shower.. many uncles hep their wives sisters financially and then slowly blackmail them emotionally to fulfil their desires.. nothing gives more kick fucking wife’s sister on same bed when wife is sleeping.. ufffff… even if caught wife doesn’t make any issue otherwise her sister’s life would be at risk in the society.


all these fantasies would keep their sex life going for some more years. But then they lose interest on such relationships also.. the fear of being caught is more for samskari women..


Slowly they would be praying their son’s would fill the gap and they wish their son’s have monstor cocks and some would even start caressing and provoking the young cocks which are more like pencils in the hope they will grow bigger..

anyway Bablu is happy his both parents were making him happy..

Meanwhile Bablu took over from Neeloo aunty and continued his narration

Hari bro, as papa would fuck sleeping mom in front of me and my little sister Chitti and then release his huge cum on us hugging and kissing and making me to cum also, we were enjoying this a lot. Since papa will be there with us for only few days, he would change his gears very fast. Till then we used to go to his room after he fucks mom and mom goes to sleep, but then on that day he called both of us even before fucking mom

Seeing both of us come and sleep on their bed, mom looked at papa.. Papa replied

“honey.. I only asked them to come and sleep here with me”

“then how can we fuck darling?”

“honey , I have limited time, I have to keep all three of you happy.. I need to spend all my time with all of you equally”

“I got that..but how can we make out ? they are not kids anymore”

“that’s exactly the point.. they are not kids anymore and they need to know about this before they get to know from wrong sources and develop fake narratives.. if you want ask them whats happening in their lives “

Mom looked at me and asked

“Bablu beta, do you agree with what papa is saying ? do you want to see and know about this ?”

I thought for a while and decided to be bold

“haa mom.. I have half knowledge.. my friends would open their phones and look at sexy heroines and start masturbate and some are even more bold.. they will click teachers pic in the class and at the last bench, they will keep looking at teacher and jerk their cocks and release their cum on teachers pic on phone.. mom, all these are wrong.. but then what is right ? papa and you should tell us”



(at that time Bablu didn’t know his friend Hari is fantasising his mom’s picture and masturbating in sch ool bathroom)

Mom was silent.. she looked at Chitti… she replied


“mom.. whatever bablu said is true.. and the girls are even more worse.. once when I went to pee, I saw my friends pussy .. it has lot of white dry patches on her pussy.. I was curious and asked them what are those ? I was shocked when she told her papa would fuck her and released his cum on her pussy and pull the panty up and say keep it like that.. then more shock.. she would go to the motor pump in the play ground and hide behind it and get her pussy cleaned up along with her papa’s cum patches by her boy friend who would fuck her and leave his cum on her pussy which her papa would lick and clean in the after noon she goes back home… mom, world is changed a lot.. we are lucky to have parents like you..


Sometimes I also get dreams … I would be shaking papa’s monster cock when it refuses to cum inside you mom even after a long hard fuck.. the moment I touch papa’s snake it would start throwing up its venom on my not so big boobs.. if his snake is so much horny in my hand…ufffff..cant imagine what it would do inside my….hmmm… pu …ssssiiiiieeee”

Mom and papa both were shocked.. I knew such stories and hence I was not completely shocked.. I even know few girls who would shack their papa or bro and get then spray their hot semen on their boobs.. many dads and brothers love to do such things when they see the girls in sch ool uniform.. its a fantasy to play with sch ool girls..


Mom nodded her head and replied papa

“dear.. I get what the kids are telling me.. but you are not going to be here all the time.. when you are gone after vacation, then how can I handle them ?”

“Neeloo, if we know answers to all the future questions, then there is no fun in the life.. what keeps us motivated everyday is the anxiety of whats going to happen that day. You love your kids.. why they wont be happy with you even if I am not there ?”

Mom thought for a while and told ok..


From that day onwards we used to watch live fucking of mom and papa.. Hari bro, I don’t know if you saw your parents make love, but it was such pleasant moment for both me and Chitti watch papa fuck mom so hard and sometimes mom also reverse fucks him, I wonder why papa is wasting his time in Dubai ? his eyes gave the answer..

“bablu.. beta.. this is what your samskari mom wants from a cock.. beta, I can only fuck for 1 month in a year while you have 11 months on hand to make her happy.. and don’t forget your little sister and lick her little pussy and make her forget about me… Bablu, don’t get overawed by my size.. I know you got a smaller cock.. size doesn’t matter.. it’s the willingness to make your partner happy that matters.. see how mom is licking my cum which I sprayed on her boobs..

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mom loves my cum.. my milk.. you also tasted it right ? along with Chitti.. this milk is what your mom wants and she told me a plan about how she is going to feed her milk to you.. yes.. her milk.. without being pregnant, women can get breast milk.. beta, you are going to be lucky.. you tasted y milk.. you will taste mom’s milk and then in my next trip, you will drink both our milk mixed together..”



I was shocked and excited about what papa told me.. I cant wait to taste mom’s milk..

Hari, that’s how this milk story started.. and she would take her milk producing pill once a while to feed me fresh tasty milk..



Mom used to wear provoking dress at home and before feeding her milk to me she would stand in front of me and push me down to kiss and smell her juicy pussy.. while I like eating her pussy, Chitti would lick her ass hole and make it clean.. my small pencil is good enough to fuck that ass hole which she couldn’t offer to papa as his monster cock would damage her, she is afraid




Bablu finished his narration and I checked my cock.. it became stiff and pulsating.. I wanted to fuck Neeloo aunty then and there but controlled myself… we all decided to sleep…

Next day, we went to the beech… aunty in her bikini dress.. uffff.. hot aunty in bikini dress with two young lads would attract many eyes brows. We didn’t care… we went far away towards the big rock for some privacy…

It was not very sunny , so it helped us a lot
Aunty spread the bedsheets she brought on the sand behind the rock, it gave us lot of privacy. After some chit chat we decided to relax a bit… we were in no mood to hit the waters yet.

Lying down on the bed sheet, her partially nude erotic body revealed in the soft diffused light that came through the holes in the big rock. Her extra-large huge mountainous breasts had proportionately large conical areolas with big long elongated and stiffened nipples that pointed out from the considerable mound of her firm tits. I sat next to her, cupping, stroking and feeling her huge voluminous firm pendulous conical extra-large breasts. Neeloo aunty smiled at me, I completely my friend bablu, I unhooked and removed her bra as she lifted her hands up willingly to ease them.

Her naked heavy breasts were firm; big enlarged areola and engorged nipples were long stiff and jutting out. I bent down to kiss her big mountainous breasts. I nibbled and stroked her erect engorged stiff nipples. My hand sipped through below to feel her big thunderous thick fleshy soft thighs. Her blood flow to her cunt increased, clitoris and labia swollen and her vaginal lubrication began. Her breasts become fuller and the vaginal walls begin to swell. Her muscle spasms in the feet, face, and hands are clearly visible.

Her heavy breasts became heavier and full almost painful. She sat upright leaning over me so that her breast hangs an inch above my face, offering the jutting nipple, carried her breast to my mouth in the gesture of a nursing mother, the dark engorged jutting long nipple of her breast.

Leaning over me so her breast hangs an inch above my face, offering the nipple. Suddenly, the entire world is nipple-shaped. It hung there in space for me to kiss. I sucked it, nuzzling it gently with my teeth. The nipple grew larger and firmer in my mouth. She withdrew it, and replaced it with the other. It too, swollen to my sucking.

In the movement, she made by taking her two hands to bring it towards my mouth, a drop of milk appeared at the extremity. I licked it eagerly, seizing that heavy breast in my mouth like a juicy fruit. I suckled in a greedy and regular way. I passed both my arms around her waist and I sucked on with slow sips of her breast milky juice with a movement of the neck as a breast fed child.



I sucked on her big brown heavy engorged hard and jutting nipple, while stroking the other and squeezing it. I kept on sucking like a hungry baby sucking milk from mother’s breast while her hand was below my head holding it like a feeding mother breastfeeding her baby son. She was like nursing mother, breasts heavy with full of milk, aching painfully and wanted to feed her hungry baby son, to relieve unbearable ache caused by overflowing milk. She wants her breasts to be sucked and emptied. Her mother instinct triggered hormones in her mind and her body was responding with uncontrollable need to breastfeed and her breasts to be sucked and emptied.

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I sucked on her jutting nipple while caressing her breast. I could feel milk coming out of her breasts. I sucked on more intensely and could taste her milky breast juices till the flow stopped.

Suddenly she said, "That's  enough for this one, take the other now."

I took the other. She had placed her hands on the back of me, and she was breathing forcefully now. I sucked milky juice drop by drop coming into my mouth. I was surprised that milky juices coming out from her breasts and happily sucked on.

I could  sense her immense uncontrollable desire and need to breastfeed me. I continued sucking her breast milk juices from both the breasts alternatively. I was surprised that she was having such intense reflexes that her breasts became so big and heavy and her nipples grew erect, enormously swollen and oozing out milky juices. She was actually lactating. She moaned with great relief and pleasure as I sucked on and emptied her breasts and massaged her breasts and nipples.




She felt relieved after her heavy breasts were emptied by sucking her breast milk. But her sexual desire further mounted to greater peaks. She was eager to submit and surrender herself and ready to be taken and fucked.

Yanking off my beech shorts I undressed completely. She was obviously surprised, shocked and fascinated by seeing the enormous size of my erect long thick rigid big pulsating monstrous young and virile cock as I walked towards her flaunting my huge cock proudly. This is much bigger than her son Bablu. Neeloo aunty was shocked by the size of my big cock. It is so long, thick and meaty. She was amazed and terrified, her eyes wide expressing surprise and eyebrows rose seeing the enormous size of my monstrous cock in surprise and disbelief. Her surprise is not unexpected to me.

My monstrous gigantic cock is big in length and thickness, and the knob is even bigger and menacing. I am well aware of women’s reaction of shock and surprise when they see the size of my huge nine inch long five inch thick monstrous cock with menacingly bigger knob.  I know women love to feel, to suck and get thoroughly fucked by big long thick cock. The feel of such big cock stretching and expanding a woman’s cunt and filling deep to the bottom, rubbing her G-spot makes a woman reach vaginal whole body orgasm and achieve multiple endless ecstatic continues orgasms while fucking.



It’s no secret that women tend to place more importance in penis girth and length. The clitoris,  small external structure that is packed with nerve endings, is actually a very large internal network of erectile tissue that responds to sexual arousal. The only part that is external is the glands clitoris, The clitoris is mostly internal and covers almost the entire pelvic floor. The more extensive internal structure of the clitoris explains the fascination with thickness of an erection. Beyond the glans, the clitoris extends back and inward like an inverted “V” on each side of the vaginal opening.

Next to those ‘legs’ are vestibular bulbs, one on each side of vaginal opening. These are almond-shaped areas of erectile tissue – similar to the corpus spongiosum in men – that fill with blood during arousal becoming firm and pushing outward on the labia. There are also areas of erectile tissue surrounding the urethra (just in front of the vaginal opening) and underneath the area of the perineum (between the vaginal opening and the anus). There is pleasure in her erectile tissue when there is pressure against it.



During sexual arousal, all of this erectile tissue fills with blood to form a cuff around the entire vaginal opening. When there is vaginal penetration, a woman will feel pressure against all of this erectile tissue, resulting in a pleasurable sensation. Perhaps the best comparison is the feeling that a man has when he squeezes his erection in his hand, creating pressure against the erectile tissue. Not only is this feeling delicious all on its own, but it also that pressure also serves to create a little tugging and pulling on the entire clitoral structure when there is movement in and out of the vagina. This is a major source of stimulation for women during vaginal intercourse since the clitoris is blessed with so many nerve endings! Learning how to create the sense of pressure can give a woman a great deal of pleasure.

It’s not difficult to see why women enjoy the sensation of girth during penetration. Men can  give their female partner maximum stimulation during intercourse using the shaft of their erection to rub against the sides of the vaginal opening, creating the sensation of more thickness. Stimulation of the entire clitoral structure from penetration is the main way that women are able to reach vaginal orgasms when not directly touching the head of the clit.



I stood there in front of her showing my cock.

'Oh my God,  You are gigantic. Your cock is like   lingam,'  she said.

She took my rigid long thick erect hard and turgid cock into her hands with awe feeling it and held it in both of  her fists.  She was able to contain only part of its length and thickness. It was the first time in her life to see and hold such a big long thick monstrous enormous sized cock with rock hardness. Her eyes opened wide with surprise. She heard women gossiping about men's big cock  in her village,  but she never even heard a man can have such a big cock. She never imagined a man can have such a big cock.

She remembered the sculptures on the temples and also thought of   lingam.  She felt my cock and squeezed. It was like a long thick hard rod with very big menacing knob. She was overwhelmed to hold such a massive monstrous long thick cock in her hands. She held the knob in the palm of one  hand and caressed it with her fingers of other hand slightly squeezing the knob.




She was afraid, terrified and very much apprehensive whether she could take all this meaty enormous cock in her cunt. She could not help but compare the enormous size of the cock she was holding with that of her husband's timid small soft lifeless cock.  She was holding and stroking my cock in her hands. Her hands running along the shaft lovingly and ran her index finger nail on my bigger pink knob. She took hold of my scrotum, feeling the balls and then her fingers reached encircling the big knob of my cock as if to measure. She was afraid that her cunt may not be able to take this monstrous cock with its even menacingly bigger knob and her cunt my get torn and ripped apart. Yet, she was excited  with anticipation  and want to be fucked by such a massive cock. She thought it is as big as horse’s cock.


Though she was afraid, she wants my big monstrous cock to open and fill her cunt. She was excited, her cunt petals enlarged, clitoris became stiff and hard, and her cunt juices started overflowing with excitement and expectation. Excited by the arousal she sucked in a tight breath,  the scent of her arousal and body language telling me just how needy she was to get fucked.  She kissed the knob and ran over her tongue over the knob. ‘Oh, my god, Hari, I cannot wait,  Please do it. Come into me. I want your lingam inside me,’ she said holding and stroking my cock.

I  took off her bikini as she lifted her big wide ass to ease out. She was naked and spread her legs and thighs wide apart. Her beautiful thick wet juicy cunt flower and engorged glittering stiff big clit were inviting. She has beautiful  thick cunt lips, erect big clitoris  and long triangle of thick black soft pubic hair.



She put her hand and covered on her cunt. I took  her hand off,  bent over her between her fat fleshy thighs and rubbed my cock on her wet cunt lips and massaged her clitoris, gently. I Opened her cunt lips with my hands, slowly and firmly entered into her cunt opening  going in deeper and deeper between the clinging lips of the vulva. My cock entered tightly, opening and widening her soft cunt walls.



When my cock entered her, she gasped. It was the first time in her life she had ever experienced what it was like to feel a cock opening her cunt  and stretching her cunt and full from the inside her cunt. Despite her cunt filled with juice it was painful for her. The truth was that she was definitely  turned on, and her cunt overflowing with juices, the size of my cock did hurt her.  She cried in pain and said, 'You are hurting me, Please be gentle.'

My thick cock stretched her vagina to the utmost limits. In the next few attempts my cock slowly inch by inch got into her touching the bottom of her cunt.

I kept my cock still without moving. Her cunt was completely filled with my cock. She never felt  that way with her husband’s small timid  cock. She could feel my cock filling inside her cunt stretching and expanding. It was a surprise for her that my big long thick enormous cock filled her cunt to the bottom and still some length of it is outside her vagina. Her hand was on my cock which remained outside. She raised her bottom slightly  to take more of my cock into her cunt. Her cunt muscles were gripping my cock tightly like a fist.

It was obvious that she never had such an experience of her cunt filled by a big cock. She was tightly encircling and gripping my cock as if she wanted to take all of me into her. I looked into her eyes.  She wants more. Her cunt muscles opened up, stretched by the enormous size of my thick long cock, and her hands on my hips were pressing me more into her. I took her breasts into my hands fondling them. It was a moment of unison, of our bodies and souls.

"It feels like your cock split me in two. I feel your cock in my throat!" she stammered. She slowly turned to look in the mirror across from the bed behind her. What she saw horrified her. Her cunt was stretched wide open by my huge cock. There was at least half of my cock still out of her cunt. 'Oh, God I feel like I'm a virgin getting fucked. "It's so big...do you know how much your stretching me?" she whispered.

I looked down in front of me. The juice had traveled down my cock and was staining the sheets.



I looked into her eyes keeping my cock still to enjoy the feeling, I was not in a hurry. I wanted her to feel and enjoy enormous size of my cock. Slowly I slid back and forth. 'I want to fill you and fuck you Amma,' I took my cock out to the knob and entered her again to the bottom.

Oh my God, Hari, You are tearing me apart.

I settled down to a steady, relentless rhythm, fucking her straight and hard.

She said, ‘fuck me, deeper, more and more. She urged me as my cock was going in and withdrawing to the tip and then sliding into her cunt slowly and steadily. I could feel her cunt muscles opening every time my cock going in deep.

She was moaning, and said, ‘Oh, my son, fuck me, fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, fuck me hard. Tear me apart. I need it. I have been waiting and hungry for so long to take your cock. Give it to me all the way in.’  She was repeating the words again and again, cooing and crying loud, while moving bottom up to meet each of my strokes. 'Fuck your mother. Fuck me hard,' she said. Her pussy juices were flowing out running down my cock and my balls were soaking wet.

I lifted and placed both her legs on both sides my shoulders, slightly lifted her ass just off the bed, re-entered her cunt and fucked her slowly,  steadily and rhythmically deeper and deeper. I whispered, 'Amma, You are a sexy bitch and your cunt is like a heaven, and you need to be fucked by me.'  I fucked fast with all my energy digging into her deeper and deeper opening her cunt with each stroke with more and more energetic thrusts. She was making husky and horny sounds, cooing and groaning very loud with pleasure.

Neeloo, my sweet sexy darling aphrodisiac  aunty, you are a cunt. You are a sexy bitchy slut. You are a tramp and whore.  I am going to fuck you so hard and rip off your cunt.

'Yeah, son, I am a bitch in heat, I am your slut Amma. You are a mother-fucking son. Fuck me, my son. Fuck your mother. Fill my cunt. I am yours. I am your slut and whore. Your fat cock is so long and big. Fuck me deeper deeper and more and more, rip me off.  I have been waiting  for you all these years to fill my cunt. 'Fuck me my son' she said huskily.

She was thrusting upwards raising her arse with equal vigor and enthusiasm making erotic  sounds. She was like a bitch in heat now. She wanted my cock in her. Our bodies with each stroke were trying to unite with each other, attempting to unite,  to become one, to achieve  oneness. It was a beautiful unique and ultimate expression of love and desire between man and woman and their souls to become one and achieve oneness.

Her hands  around me, her legs spread wide, her cunt inviting and receiving my cock each time. I was digging and rotating my cock in her cunt making it bigger and wider, as a thick iron crowbar rod digging and deepening into rain drenched soft earth, taking my massive hard cock out and sending back with more vigorous force and rotating in circular motion to make her cunt wider and deeper. After few minutes her hips began to rise and fall with me in harmonious perfect rhythm and made undulating circular movements that quickened and heaved, and she began to emit throaty erotic exciting orgasmic sounds. She squirmed and moaned as I pulled almost all of the way out and then thrust back in to hilt with full force again and again rapidly gaining speed.

The rhythm became faster and faster as I placed my hands under her ass cheeks bringing my cock into her cunt deeper thrust to the hilt. As I fucked deeper with more forceful thrusts, digging and rotating in her cunt holding her arse cheeks, she came violently crying a loud as if a simmering volcano erupted, as if an earthquake occurred and shook her, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms and she dug her finger nails deep into my back scratching wildly drawing out blood.

Her orgasm was visible in her reaction of complete abandon, her legs and pussy tightening around me in a squiring movement. She moved back and forth, up and down and wiggled tighter and tighter. She screamed and moaned with absolute pure pleasure and it was more than obvious that she was having a great time. I pumped mindlessly faster and faster deep into her cunt. I kept my cock rooted in her cunt without moving and her cunt muscles gripping, releasing and squeezing my cock like a fist, repeatedly.

I massaged her clitoris slowly until she lifted her hips and came again. Her body was shaking in a frenzied motion sweating profusely. Keeping my cock still in her cunt, I massaged her cunt and clit smoothly and she had three more consecutive endless orgasms. She came as if all her pores opened up and juices coming out of her body crying out loud like a wild animal.  Her  muscles of her vagina contracted. Her uterus was undergoing  rhythmic contraction

I kept on fucking her more and digging into her cum filled cunt. I fucked on with all my energy continuously and finally I was ready.

After long  fucking, I could not control anymore and came very big. I said  “Amma, Amma, Ammaaaa, as I ejaculated thick loads of sperm into her cunt, pouring my thick hot sperm filling her cunt. Suddenly her fingers dug into my shoulders and she was ready again. She was orgasmic phase again and  experienced multiple orgasms Finally we came together in unison and in a harmonious motion. She surrendered to orgasm as her entire body contracted and convulsed in frenzied movements. She cried out very loud with joy and her fingernails dug deeper and deeper scratching my back violently, drawing blood profusely. Her fingers dug in deeply  drawing blood.

She squeezed all my juices with her cunt contracting muscles. All my thick sperm juices drained to the last drop filling her cunt. I lay with my head between her breasts and her fingers played with my mussed hair. It was an extensively exhaustive intense and exhausting orgasm for both of us. She almost went into a trance. She experienced cervical orgasms which is so different from clitoral orgasm. Her body slowly returned to its normal level of functioning, and swelled and erect body parts returned to their previous size and color and felt a  sense of well-being, satisfaction, enhanced intimacy and fatigue and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, I looked into her eyes and saw her blushing. Her blushing, feeling shy at that moment was amazingly beautiful to see. It was the shyness a woman feels naturally, after being fucked thoroughly to orgasm and submitted her body and herself completely to her man.  She kissed me all over my face. Her eyes and face were glowing with contentment and satisfaction. She looked at me, with love, devotion and submission and said,  'Oh! God, Hari, You have shown me heaven. You seeded and filled my cunt with your potent sperm.

I said, 'it was astoundingly beautiful and lovely pleasurable experience for me  Amma.'

We lay side by side, cuddling, her face buried on my chest, my hands around her, until our satiated bodies gradually returned to normality.

Bablu is speechless but he is kind enough to let me fuck her mom.. in front of him !!!

That’s the dream I got guys

Hari concluded and everyone applauded !!!



Neeloo aunty gave him  a warm hug and prize money

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From Chiiti, lets move to Fathima story

Who is Fathima ?


Fathima



xx years old, 5'6" tall, weighing 50 kg—a radiant beauty with a complexion as fresh and vibrant as a Kashmiri apple. Yet, her beauty remains hidden from everyone except her *Baba* (father) . Her greatest strengths are her beauty, innocence, and kindness.
Poverty is her curse.

Beauty is her blessing.

Though she is only xx, her physical maturity makes her appear older. Her world is confined strictly to her home and sch ool—she knows nothing of the world beyond.

Haseena



A 40-year-old domestic worker who is very "accommodating."

She performs any task without the slightest hesitation.

At home, she caters to her husband and neighbour son.

Her goal is to provide the same kind of "service" to the master of the house where she works.
 
Iqbal



A 50-year-old car driver.

He is skilled at maneuvering a car through the narrowest of alleyways.
He is equally skilled at inserting his cock into the tightest of openings.

His strength: his daughter.

His weakness: an obsessive, insatiable craving for money and sex

He enjoys using lewd, vulgar language with his employer’s wife while driving her around for shopping.

Iqbal was aware that in the past, whenever he failed to pay the rent, the landlord and his son would have sex with his wife. Because of this, instead of feeling humiliated when someone else has sex with his wife right in front of him, Iqbal has gradually grown accustomed to it and even started to enjoy it.

As for Haseena, she has a high sex drive; she constantly hopes that if the right opportunity arises, someone or other might come along to sleep with her.

8 years back..



Iqbal has lost his job

To make ends meet, Iqbal takes on odd jobs, working as a car driver.

In the process, he ends up working as a driver for a *zamindar* (landowner) named Sudarshan.

One day, upon arriving at the office, his boss calls him into a room and says, "Iqbal, go to this address; they’ll give you a box—bring it back here."
Iqbal goes to the address, mentions Sudarshan’s name, collects the box, and heads back to the office. On the way, driven by curiosity, he opens the box to see what’s inside. He finds a thin rope, six metal clips, a whip, and a tube-like device with a small ball attached. When he presses a button, the ball begins to spin rapidly, making a whirring sound. Not quite understanding what these items are for, he puts them back into the box and takes it to his boss’s room. He was shouting at someone over the phone: "How can you tell me this now? Don't you have any common sense? I booked this ages ago—what am I and my friends supposed to do now?" He hung up.

"Sir, I’ve brought that box."
"Take it away and throw it in the river."
"What’s wrong, sir? You seem quite upset. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Just then, Haseena called, but Iqbal cut the call.
"My friends and I booked a whore for tonight, but the bitch bailed on us. The whole night’s party is ruined."
Meanwhile, Haseena called again.

"Go ahead and take that call," Sudarshan said.
Iqbal stepped aside and answered. "How many times do you have to call? What the hell are you so busy doing?" she asked, sounding irritated.
Iqbal explained everything that had happened—to his own wife.
"Oh, really? Well, ask them how much they’re paying. I’ll stay on the line," she replied. Iqbal tucked the phone into his pocket, walked back to Sudarshan, and asked, "Sir, how much did you pay for the booking?"
Sudarshan looked him up and down, a bit suspiciously, and said, "Twenty-five thousand. Do you know someone? If you can arrange it, I’ll pay an extra five thousand."

"Let me check and get back to you, sir," Iqbal said. He stepped outside and spoke into the phone: "Hey, Begum... you heard that, right? I’m hanging up now..." Hasina says, "Hey, listen to me. Tell them you know a whore and that you can bring her—but make sure you get thirty thousand rupees for it." Iqbal, sounding suspicious, replies, "But I don't know anyone like that."
"Oh, you foolish husband of mine! I’m right here, aren't I? Just take me!"
"Look, I understood you sleeping with a man here or there—I figured you did it because we needed the money—but now you’re talking about going out onto the streets like a common whore?"
"Listen—I’ll just sleep beside some man, and I’ll get paid for it too. Now, stop talking and go tell them!"
Iqbal hesitates for a moment, then goes back inside and mumbles, "Sir, I know a whore; I can bring her, but she’s asking for thirty thousand rupees."
"Tell her to come, but she must not refuse anything we ask of her—agreed?"
"Alright, sir."
"Tell me, is this whore fair-skinned? And does she wear a burqa?" Swallowing his rising anger, he says, "Sir... you’ve probably never fucked someone like her before—she’s the quintessential 'family woman,' sir."
"Alright, fine... here’s ten thousand as an advance; the remaining twenty will be paid once the job is done." He then provided the address for where she should be brought that evening.

Iqbal headed home to fetch his wife, Haseena.
By the time he arrived, Haseena was already dressed and ready.
She wore a white sari with a green floral pattern, paired with a matching white blouse—through which her breasts were clearly visible—and a white petticoat underneath. With a long string of jasmine flowers in her hair, she looked exactly like a whore.
Iqbal just kept staring at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You don't look like a married woman at all."
"Then what do I look like?" "You look just like a street-corner whore."
"Ha ha! Well, isn't that exactly what you're taking me along for—to play the whore?"
"Alright, let's go." Saying this, he got his wife into the car and drove to the address provided by 'Sir.' He rang the doorbell, and a man—roughly the same age as their 'Sir,' around 50—opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Well, sir, Mohan Sir gave us this address."
"Oh?"
"Yes, sir."
"So, did you bring her?"
"I did, sir," he replied, gesturing toward his wife, Haseena, who was standing beside him.
"Whoa, what a stunner of a whore! Bring her inside."
Iqbal took Haseena inside.
Inside, there were three men—all around the same age as their 'Sir'—wearing nothing but *lungis*. Just then, Sudarshan Sir walked in, adjusting his own *lungi*.
"Oh, Iqbal! You're here? I was worried you might bail on us. Is this her?"
"Yes, sir."
"Hey Mohan, our usual broker always brought us dark-skinned women, but this guy has brought a fair-skinned whore! And just look at the way she’s dbangd that sari—you can tell she’s a total whore," one of the friends remarked.
"Hey Iqbal... she really does look like a 'family-woman-turned-whore,' just like you promised!" "She’s fair-skinned... but why isn’t she wearing a burqa?"
"Sir, if she had come up in the lift wearing one, it might have aroused suspicion. So, I made sure she got ready to look exactly like a typical family woman."
"What’s this, Iqbal? You’re talking as if she’s your own wife—like you personally oversaw her getting ready!"

"Hey, Begum... go to the bathroom and change your clothes for the gentlemen."

Hasina goes to the bathroom with her handbag and returns after changing her clothes.



She appears in an outfit they find incredibly appealing—they are left stunned. "Yes! This is exactly our fantasy! We’ve been trying to get our hands on someone like this for so long, but it never worked out. Finally, this driver guy has made it happen!" they exclaim, clearly delighted.

"Sir, we’re running out of time—let’s get started!"

"Alright, alright. Hey Mohan, he actually works at my office; he’s not just some random broker. But he’s certainly managed to land us a real beauty!"

"Oh, is that so? Well, what are you standing around for? Pass the liquor!"
As Iqbal moves forward to pour a drink, the four men feast their eyes on Hasina.

"Hey, what’s your name?"

"Hasina."

 




"Wow! A fair-skinned slut—just what I wanted! Not that the name matters; we’re just going to call you 'slut' anyway," they laugh.
Iqbal watches, wondering how Hasina will react. To his shock, she walks toward them, lets her *pallu* (sari dbang) fall, and sits on one of the men’s laps.
"If she’s a slut, then you have to call her a slut, *bava* (darling)," she says, reaching over to squeeze his cock right through his *lungi*.
"Damn! You’ve got a grip that could squeeze the very essence out of a man, you wench!" he cries out, pulling her closer and grabbing her buttocks. He was fondling her intensely.

Another man stood up and said, "Hey, take her and go into the bedroom!" as he grabbed Haseena by the arm and pulled her.
She landed right on his lap, her face positioned close to his cock. Without hesitation, she took his cock—still covered by his lungi—into her mouth and gave it a gentle bite.

Just then, Mohan Sir spoke up, "Hey, let's watch her dance while we have a drink!"

He pulled Haseena to her feet and said, "Hey, why don't you dance for us while slowly taking off your clothes?"

Having already removed her *pallu* (sari end-piece), Haseena opened the box Iqbal had brought. Singing a song herself, she unwrapped her sari and tossed it toward the men.

As they drank, the men watched her dance, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Next, she began unhooking her blouse one by one. Once all the hooks were undone, she held the garment in her hands, swaying her breasts from side to side and up and down, teasing the men further. Suddenly, she turned around, whipped off her blouse, and tossed it back toward them.

One of the men caught the blouse, pressed it against his face, and inhaled deeply. Letting out an "Ah!"—he untied his lungi, wrapped the blouse around his erect cock, and began stroking it rhythmically.

Meanwhile, dancing to the song "Baavalu Sayya," (local movie song),  Haseena untied the drawstring of her *langa* (petticoat/skirt), twirling the string while swaying her waist in perfect rhythm with the music. "I’ve never seen such a wild, insatiable bitch before!" the others remarked, praising their 'sir.'



Haseena slowly let her skirt slide down. Bending over, she swayed her buttocks, slapped them with her hands, and—stripping off her undergarments—exposed her anus to them.
"Your asshole is going to get torn apart today, you slut!" one of them exclaimed.

She turned around, covering her breasts and pussy with her hands. As she approached the men, she pulled her hands away, moved close to each of their faces, and swayed her breasts. She then tugged at their *lungis* before returning to the spot where she had been dancing earlier.

Since none of them were wearing underwear, their cocks stood fully erect.
Just then, Mohan Sir stood up and headed toward an inner room. "Iqbal, come along—bring out that box from inside," he said, while dragging a tea-stand out into the hall.
"Lie down on this, you slut!" he commanded. Haseena complied, though her legs remained dangling off the edge.
One of the men took a rope from the box and tied Haseena’s legs to the legs of the tea-stand. When Iqbal asked, with a hint of alarm, "Sir, what are you doing?" Haseena interjected, "Oh, come on—didn't you say earlier that you could do whatever you wanted?" Sudarshan Sir looked at Iqbal and gave him a wink. "Just you watch," he said, placing a stick in Haseena's hands. He then pulled her arms back and tied them to the stick.

Next, he gently kneaded her breasts, bound them together with a rope, and left one end of the rope hanging so it could be pulled. Taking clips from a box, he attached two to her nipples, and two more to her labia.
Until then, she hadn't felt much pain, but looking at her face, it was clear that the agony was just beginning.
He then lit a candle and began dripping the hot, molten wax all over her breasts.
Haseena let out soft, gasping moans—"Ah... ah... ah..."
He slowly dripped the wax over her entire body, including her pussy. Meanwhile, the others watched the scene, enjoying themselves while drinking.

 

One man stood up and slapped Haseena hard across the cheek—*smack, smack!* Haseena cried out, "Ah! Hit me—hit me more!" Encouraged, he struck her a couple more times.
Another man approached, rubbed off the wax that had accumulated on her skin, and remarked, "Look at you, you slut—you've turned all red!" He then gave her pussy a light tap.
"Hmm, hit me again, *bhava* (dear)," she said, looking at him with intense, raw desire.
This time, he struck her even harder.
"Ah... hmmm..."
He removed the clips from her body, pulled the rope tied around her breasts, and began striking her breasts with a ruler.
A look of exhaustion washed over Haseena's face. She is visible, yet she continues to provoke them, goading them on: "Hit me, hit me more!"

Haseena’s body bears the marks of a ruler across her breasts, burns from a candle flame on her stomach, and the welts of hand-slaps on her cheeks. Her hair is completely disheveled, her *bottu* (forehead mark) is smeared away, and she is left entirely naked.

Then, Sudarshan Sir unties the ropes binding Haseena, forces her to bend over, and—taking a whip—lashes her across the buttocks with sharp, stinging strikes. Unable to bear the pain this time, Haseena screams out, "Amma! Ahhh!" Taunting her—"Well, you slut, does it hurt now?"—he delivers two more blows. They then grab and pull at her breasts with their hands, while simultaneously striking her buttocks with loud, sharp smacks. When Haseena can no longer stand and collapses to the floor, they seize her by the hair and drag her into the bedroom.


They made her kneel, and four men gathered around, positioning their cocks in front of her face. She began sucking them one by one, while her hands busied themselves stroking the others. One man grabbed her by the hair and shoved his entire cock into her mouth; struggling to swallow it, Haseena found herself in great distress. Just then, Sudarshan Sir kicked her hard on the buttocks, shouting, "Hey, you bitch, have you grown too bold?" Stung by the pain, she took the whole cock deep into her mouth and started sucking.
Sudarshan Sir lay back on the bed and beckoned her. Haseena aligned her pussy with his cock, mounted him, and began to thrust. Simultaneously, another man thrust his cock into her ass from behind. Haseena let out a stifled cry—"Abba, ah!"—biting her lip to endure the pain.


The other two men offered their cocks to her mouth. With one man thrusting from behind and another from below, they pounded away relentlessly. They soon swapped positions—those who had been sucking began to fuck, while those who had been fucking now took their turn to be sucked.

"Hey, it’s going into your ass so easily—just how many have been inside you?"
"Ah... ah... twenty... oh, God!"


Meanwhile, the men in front shoved their cocks deep into her mouth.
Iqbal watched, puzzled—he was certain only five men had fucked her, yet she claimed it was twenty. Deciding to ask about it later, he took another sip of his drink and continued to watch them. It seemed they had all reached their climax. Suddenly, they stood up, pulled Haseena back down, and forced her onto her knees. Once again, she began servicing them—sucking one cock after another while using her hands to stroke the rest. Almost simultaneously, they all groaned—"Ah... oh... ah!"—and ejaculated, spraying their semen all over her face. They then pried her mouth open and poured the remaining fluid inside. Haseena swallowed it eagerly, and whatever had landed on her breasts, she scooped up with her fingers and placed into her own mouth. After thoroughly cleaning each of their cocks, she started to get up.

"Hey, wait! Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom... to wash up."
"Hold on, we’re not done yet." They made her sit in the corner of the room, and one by one, they urinated on her, creating a small puddle. "Stay sitting right there in that urine until we tell you to move," they commanded, before heading off to the bathroom themselves. Iqbal looked at his wife, Haseena—she showed no signs of distress; on the contrary, she looked at her husband with a sense of pride, as if she had achieved something significant.

After a while, Subarson Sir and his friends left. Before departing, each of them handed over five thousand rupees, telling us to keep it as a tip.

Turning to me, Sir said, "Well done, Iqbal! You’ve brought us the absolute best whore. While others might play hard to get—refusing to do this or that, no matter how much they’re paid—she, on the other hand, does everything..." "Hey, go clean up that urine, take a bath, and then come back," he said.



After Haseena finished her bath and got dressed, Sudarshan handed her some money, saying, "Here, Iqbal, here is the remaining twenty thousand." He then asked, "Tell me, would you be able to stay for a couple of days?"
"I don't have any objection, but I'm not sure if my husband will agree."
"Good heavens! You’re married—you have a husband too?" Forgetting that there were ladies from a respectable family present, Iqbal said—

"Yes, she’s right here in front of you; ask her yourself."

Iqbal was left dumbfounded when his wife dropped this bombshell.

Sudarshan Sir, also a bit bewildered, asked—
"What’s this, Iqbal? What is she saying?"

"Yes, Sir. She is my wife, Haseena."

Sudarshan was stunned.

"Then what is all this?"

"Well, Sir, when you mentioned thirty thousand rupees, I figured—why pass up the money?" Saying this with a laugh, Haseena—who was still completely naked—walked over to Sudarshan Sir and took his cock in her hand.

"Damn, Iqbal! I’ve always had this fantasy—to fuck another man’s wife right in front of him. If you’re okay with it, I’ll fuck her just this once, while you watch."

"Why ask him, Sir? Come on!" Haseena replied, lifting her saree and petticoat, and bending over the bed.

"Iqbal, come over to this side—you’ll get a better view," Sudarshan said, positioning him right next to them.

Adjusting his cock, Sudarshan slid it into Haseena’s pussy and began to thrust slowly.

"Ah, you bitch! What a pussy you’ve got... oh, ah, ah, ha, ha!" he groaned, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
"Hey, Iqbal! Look at this—I’m fucking your wife’s pussy! Ha, ha, ha!" "Ah... ah..."
Haseena: "Hmm... hmm... yes, put it in just like that, sir... ah... hmm... Hey, husband, look!"
Iqbal is right there, watching his wife being fucked.

"Ha ha! Oh, this has been a long-held desire of mine—and today, thanks to you, it’s finally being fulfilled!" he exclaimed, thrusting even harder.

"Oh, God... ah... yes, sir! Keep going, sir—ah, oh my!" Haseena gasped, her eyes rolling back. With a hearty laugh, the man thrust his hips with increasing speed until, reaching their climax simultaneously, they both collapsed onto the bed.

A while later, the man got up and said, "Iqbal, thank you so much! My wish has been fulfilled—you’ve got yourself a superb wife!" He planted a kiss on Haseena and added, "Let’s plan a trip sometime—maybe for a couple of days?"

 

"Do you even need to ask, sir? I’m ready whenever you say the word!"

A week later, Sudarshan and Haseena went to Goa and stayed for four days. From then on, Haseena became a shared mistress for Sudarshan and three of his friends. Whenever they were in the mood, they would show up to have sex with her; sometimes, they would even visit individually. 

Since they always left some money behind, Haseena would eagerly encourage them and let them have their way with her.
One day, something Sudarshan said angered Iqbal so much that he quit his job under him and even blocked Sudarshan’s number on his wife’s phone.

But what exactly did Sudarshan say? "Hey Iqbal... you fulfilled my desire to fuck a man's wife right in front of him. I have another fantasy, too—I want to fuck both your wife and your daughter in few years, right in front of you, Iqbal."




Now, Haseena has begun the hunt for a new cock; the difference this time is that the man must not only be willing to fuck her, but he must also be someone who pays her.

[opendoor]

In the nearby upscale community lives the family of Dr Manohar, Pavithra and Shruthi



Around  a year back…

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, Subbaiah calls Pavitra. Subbaiah is their farm worker in the village

"Madam, I’ve come to Hyderabad to buy some fertilizers. If you’re home, I’d like to drop by and see you."

Pavitra knows exactly why he wants to visit. Whenever the opportunity arises, he enjoys thrusting his thick cock into her itching pussy—and she enjoys it just as much.

"Hey Subba, why this sudden visit? You should have told me beforehand!"

"Sorry, Madam. It was a last-minute trip."

"Well, I’m not in Hyderabad right now, but my daughter is at home. Why don’t you go over, have a meal, and then head back? She’s mentioned many times that 'Uncle Subbaiah' is a very good man."

"Shruti is a very kind person, Madam."

"True, but she isn't much of a cook—just have whatever is available. Wait until the heat dies down before you head back to the village. My husband isn't in town either."

"Oh, why put her through the trouble, Madam? I’ll just come by when you’re around."

"Subba, that’s always been your problem—you’re far too hesitant! My daughter likes you; just go and say hello."

"Alright, Madam."

Pavitra hangs up the phone and immediately calls her daughter Shruthi



"Hey, where are you?" 

"Mom, I’m heading home now; my morning classes have just finished."


"Oh, really? Listen, Subbaiah Mama has arrived in Hyderabad—he’s at the bus stand. Pick him up on your way home. He’s a simple man from the village and doesn’t eat outside food. There’s some biryani in the fridge; heat it up for him and make an omelet, too. He can have lunch, rest for a while, and then head back. He’s from the village, after all—we must treat him with proper hospitality."

"What are you saying, Mom? Why should we be 'hospitable' to our own farmhand?"

"Hey! Whether it’s the farmhand, the help, the worker, or the watchman—they are all part of our household. They live with us and are here for us. Don’t look down on them like that."

"Alright, alright... I’ll take care of it."

After hanging up, Shruti sets off for the bus stand on her scooter.

She doesn’t get much of a 'kick' out of traveling by car. She absolutely loves riding her scooter—it gives her a thrill to provoke men by letting her breasts bounce freely. That’s why she prefers the scooter—and she makes sure to wear a loose-fitting bra.

At the bus stand, she spots Subbaiah Mama, gives him an affectionate hug, and says, "How are you, Mama? Mom called and told me you were coming. Let’s go home!" She has Subbaiah hop on, then stops by the bank to withdraw some cash. After buying a few necessary items, she sends them off in the tractor that had arrived with him, and then asks, "Did Dad give you any specific tasks, Subbaiah Mama?" "Ah... yes, I completely forgot!" he exclaimed, suddenly remembering. He explained the task to Shruti, and she replied, "Alright then, let's go." 

As they were riding on the bike, another vehicle suddenly cut across their path, forcing him to brake hard. Caught off guard, Subbaiah lost his balance; he lurched forward, pressing his entire front against Shruti’s back. One of his hands landed on her shoulder, while the other rested firmly on her thigh. The soft, yielding sensation of her thigh traveled from his palm to his brain, sending a jolt through his entire body—each part of him reacting in its own way. Meanwhile, the intoxicating, feminine fragrance emanating from Shruti transported Subbaiah to an entirely different world.

As the traffic ahead cleared, Shruti nudged the bike forward and called out, "Subbaiah-mama..." The sound brought him back to reality. "Uh... yes?" he stammered, shifting his weight backward and releasing his grip on her thigh. 

Shruthi, who had never noticed such a sensation from Subbaiah before, felt a jolt run through her nerves at his firm touch. Her body shivered, and a deep, primal craving stirred within her. She thought to herself, "If I just tease Subbaiah—who’s sitting right behind me—it might satisfy this itch I’m feeling. And the best part is, no one would ever know.

" Meanwhile, Subbaiah pulled his hand back from her thigh, marveling at how incredibly soft it felt. As the wind caught her top, it lifted, revealing the curves of her legs encased in white leggings. Her top clung to her waist and back, clearly outlining the bra she wore underneath.

When his hand, resting on her shoulder, brushed against the strap of her bra, Subbaiah—who had been calm until then—suddenly felt a surge of intense heat. He found himself wishing he could bend her over right there and fuck her. Both of them, riding on the bike, were lost in the same thoughts, yet neither knew who should make the first move. 

After they finished their errands, Shruthi asked, "Subbaiah, have you had lunch?" He replied, "No, miss. Just drop me off at the bus stand; I’ll grab something to eat there." But Shruthi, having a different idea in mind, insisted, "Why eat out? Let’s go home instead." She persuaded him to get back on the bike, and they headed off.

Subbaiah, sitting behind, feasted his eyes on Shruti’s curves. Every time the bike hit a pothole, her breasts would sway rhythmically, and he would lean over her shoulder to get a good, lingering look. "Since your mother isn't home, why are we even going to the house, Miss?" Subbaiah asked. 

"Do you only come home for my mother? Don't you come for me?" Shruti replied. "Oh, no, it’s nothing like that, Miss!" Subbaiah said quickly. "Well, even if I don't cook as well as my mother, I can still take good care of you," Shruti said.

Not quite sure how to interpret that, Subbaiah asked, "What do you mean, Miss?" "I mean, even if I can't cook as well as my mother... I can still manage quite well," Shruti explained. "Is that so, Miss? Your mother doesn't just cook well—she also serves food with such warmth and insistence," Subbaiah remarked. 




"Really? I’m just learning to cook now... I’ll pick up that skill soon enough," Shruti said. Just then, a speed breaker appeared; as the bike braked suddenly, Subbaiah lurched forward and bumped into her. Seizing the opportunity, he gripped her waist with both hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Sorry, Miss!" he said. 

"It’s alright, Subbaiah," Shruti replied. As she shifted back, Subbaiah’s gaze fell upon her full, rounded buttocks. "Damn... I wonder when I’ll get a chance to squeeze those," he thought, just as Shruti pulled the bike to a stop—they had arrived home.

The two got off the bike. As Shruti walked ahead, swaying her hips, Subbaiah followed behind, his eyes fixed on her. As soon as they went inside, Shruti asked Subbaiah to sit on the sofa, brought him a glass of water, and smiled at him with a peculiar, knowing look. Puzzled by her expression, Subbaiah took the glass and drank the water; as he handed it back, Shruti squeezed his hand firmly. Noticing this, Subbaiah thought to himself, "She seems quite eager—why not take advantage of this?" Deciding not to let slip an opportunity he had been waiting for for so long, he slowly pulled his hand away from the glass and fixed a smoldering, intense gaze upon her. Shruti gave a faint smile, said, "I'll be right back," and took the glass to the table. 

She then went to her room to freshen up and returned wearing a tight-fitting pair of shorts—revealing half her thighs and clinging to her buttocks—paired with a loose, thin T-shirt. As she walked past Subbaiah, swaying her hips, and headed toward the kitchen to fetch a glass of juice, Subbaiah was left completely stunned, staring at her in utter shock. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts bounced up and down with every step she took. The tight-fitting bottoms revealed the contours of her intimate area, while her T-shirt—riding up above her navel—showcased her deep, alluring belly button. 

With her hair left loose, she walked gracefully toward Subbaiah. Placing one hand on her waist and leaning forward slightly, Shruti said, "I’ll have a meal ready in about fifteen minutes; until then, why don't you have this juice?" Flustered, Subbaiah stammered, "Ah... sure, okay," and reached for the glass. As he did, he caught a glimpse of her fair, milky-white breasts—more than half of which were visible beneath her loose T-shirt—along with the distinct, tiny tips of her nipples pressing against the fabric. Subbaiah stood frozen, his mouth agape, staring fixedly. Noticing this, Shruti gave a soft cough, which brought Subbaiah back to his senses, and he finally took the glass.


Giving him a playful, mischievous look, Shruti turned around and walked toward the kitchen, swaying her waist with elegant grace. Watching her, Subbaiah felt as though a massive storm had just swept through him; he began to sip his juice. As he watched Shruti move—first heading toward her room as if for some task, then turning back toward the kitchen—his body began to heat up intensely. He drank the cool juice and set the glass down on the table in front of him. As Shruti bent down to pick up a glass, a large portion of her bosom was exposed; unable to contain himself, Subbaiah reached down and squeezed his own manhood. Seeing this, Shruti let out a soft, stifled laugh and walked away, moving with an extra touch of allure. 

Subbaiah understood exactly what was happening—realizing she was acting this way because she was craving to be fucked—he slowly got up, walked over, and stood at the kitchen doorway, staring intensely at her thighs and buttocks. Shruti turned back, cast a sultry, provocative look at him, arched her waist to one side, and stood there in a seductive pose.

Looking at her, he thought, "Damn, what a lustful bitch."

Subbaiah stood rooted to the spot, stroking his cock while taking in her broad back, slender waist, and firm, shapely buttocks. Shruti glanced back at him, her eyes heavy with desire, and asked in a husky voice, "What are you looking at?" "Oh... nothing at all, ma'am," Subbaiah replied, taking two steps inside. "Hey... why are you coming inside?" Shruti asked. 

Subbaiah took a couple of steps forward, standing within arm's reach, and kept staring intensely. Noticing him out of the corner of her eye, Shruti said, "If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll tell my mother." "Oh? And what exactly will you tell her, young lady?" Subbaiah asked. "That you were looking at me like this," Shruti replied. "Hmm... and where, exactly, would you say I was looking?" Subbaiah pressed. As she stammered, trying to find the words, Subbaiah reached out and firmly cupped her buttock in his hand.


Caught off guard, Shruti jolted and said in a dazed, breathless tone, "Hey... let go!" "Are you going to tell your mother about this, too?" Subbaiah asked. "Yes... I will," Shruti said, her voice trembling. "Oh, really?" Subbaiah replied, moving his hand to her other buttock, kneading it thoroughly. Shruti noticed his hand trembling slightly. 

"Hey... let go! You’re doing all sorts of things—I’m going to tell my mother!" she insisted. "Go ahead, tell her! Do I look like I’m afraid?" Subbaiah said, sliding both his hands under her T-shirt to rest them on her bare waist, pressing down gently. "Sss... ah... no, stop, let go!" Shruti cried out, squirming and twisting away.

Subbaiah pressed his erect, throbbing manhood against Shruti’s buttocks and rubbed it back and forth. The sensation left Shruti feeling intensely aroused, though she tried not to show it. Suddenly, she turned toward Subbaiah, feigning a bit of anger, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Caught off guard, Subbaiah took a step back, stammering, "Well, I... I..." His gaze drifted to the two nipples visible beneath her T-shirt. Noticing this, Shruti scolded him, "Hey! What are you looking at again?" Startled back to reality, Subbaiah—feeling a mix of fear and agitation—replied, "I just happened to see them, miss—they were showing through." "What exactly did you see?" she asked, her tone still carrying a hint of feigned annoyance. 

Subbaiah pointed toward her breasts. Shruti looked down at her chest and nipples, then, overcome with shyness, exclaimed, "Ugh! Have you no shame?" Seeing her blush, Subbaiah gathered some courage and said, "Oh, come on, miss—I’ve known you since you were a little girl!" Shruti covered her breasts with her hands and retorted, "Hmm... isn't there a big difference between seeing me back then and seeing me now?"



"Ha... that’s the only difference, isn't it?" Subbaiah replied, his eyes fixed on her breasts as if he wanted to bite into them, while he absentmindedly toyed with his own manhood. "Isn't it wrong to look at me like that, Subbaiah?" Shruti asked. "I’ve already seen the girl’s mother—what’s wrong with looking at the girl herself?" Shruti said, pulling one of her hands away from her breast. "Besides, you’re the one who showed them to me, aren't you?" Subbaiah replied. 

"Ugh, what did I ever show you?" Shruti asked, lowering her head in shyness while trying to pull her hand free. Gathering his courage, Subbaiah reached out and pinched one of her small, prominent nipples—clearly visible through her T-shirt—between his fingers and gave it a tug. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through Shruti’s breasts, a sensation that rippled through her nerves and made her entire body shiver. Before she could recover, he grabbed the other nipple, pressing and pulling it with intense desire.
"Ah... ugh... what are you doing? I’m going to tell my mommy!" Shruti exclaimed. "Go ahead and tell her," Subbaiah retorted. He pinned both of her hands behind her back, opened his mouth wide, took one of her breasts inside, and began biting it gently with his teeth, while his tongue traced the erect nipple. 

Unable to move, Shruti squirmed, but the pleasure from his tongue against her nipple masked the pain of his teeth marks. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Just let go... what are you doing?" Subbaiah clamped his jaws tighter, gripping her breast firmly between his teeth, and pulled his head back. The breast was crushed between his teeth, leaving it stinging as it slipped free. Unable to bear the pain, Shruti said, with a hint of anger, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Finding nothing there, he suddenly took her other breast into his mouth, gripping it firmly with his teeth just as he had done with the first.

As both her breasts began to ache and burn, Shruti struggled, crying out, "Ah... hey, let go! What are you doing?" "You’ve been teasing me for so long—I can’t hold back anymore!" Subbaiah replied, pressing his face against her breasts—still covered by her T-shirt—and showering them with kisses. 



The sharp pain began to fade, replaced by a tingling, throbbing sensation that spread throughout her entire body. "Ah... oh... take it easy," Shruti whispered. Realizing he had finally broken through, Subbaiah let go of her arms and gripped her waist, continuing to knead her breasts. Shruti reached out, running her hands through his hair; she pulled his head back, looked straight into his eyes, and—with a playful wink—asked, "What’s the rush?"


"I just can’t resist your delicate beauty," Subbaiah said, squeezing her waist while gazing at her with an intensity that suggested he might just devour her whole. Noticing the desire in Subbaiah’s eyes, Shruti leaned in and kissed his lips. She took each of his lips into her mouth, sucking on them, which made Subbaiah feel as though he had reached heaven. As he moved his hands up and down her waist, he lifted her T-shirt, removed it, and tossed it aside. He then captured her lips, sucking on them in return. Shruti pushed her tongue inside, intertwining it with his, and savored the taste of his saliva.



After two minutes, she pulled away from his lips. Seeing her fair, firm, and shapely breasts—and noticing the red welts across them—Subbaiah asked innocently, "Oh dear, what happened to you?" Shruti, amused by his feigned ignorance after having caused the marks himself, gave his cheek a playful, gentle tap. With her other hand, she reached down, grabbed his cock and testicles, and squeezed them. "Oh, easy now!" Subbaiah groaned. As he began to lick the red welts on her breasts—soothing the stinging sensation while a deep, internal heat surged within her—Shruti squeezed his cock firmly and asked, "Do you understand now what that pain feels like?"

"Ah... oh... I’m sorry," Subbaiah murmured, as he continued to lick her entire breast and suck on her nipple. Shruti, feeling intensely aroused and eager to take a cock inside her, pulled out Subbaiah’s cock—which she had been holding—and began to stroke it, while also kneading his testicles. "Oh, my lady, I can’t take this anymore!" Subbaiah exclaimed. "Is that so? Oh dear... well, what will you do now?" Shruti asked, putting on an innocent expression. 



Subbaiah reached between her legs and, pressing through her shorts with three fingers, rubbed against her pussy. "I’ll only find relief once I fuck your pussy, my lady," he said. As he moved two fingers over her labia, while his middle finger slid back and forth—pressing firmly against her clitoris and the slit of her pussy—her desire reached a fever pitch. "Ugh... how can you talk like that to your mistress?" Shruti asked. Squeezing her pussy hard, Subbaiah replied, "I’ve fucked your mother—how could I not fuck you, my lady?"

"Stop talking," Shruti said, pulling away from his cock and turning around. Subbaiah embraced her from behind, pressing his erect penis against her soft buttocks. With one hand, he squeezed her breast, while the other rubbed her pussy; feeling the wetness there, he said, "Come along, miss." "Hmm... where to?" Shruti asked. 

"To the room," Subbaiah replied, squeezing her pussy again. "Look at how much it’s leaking!" "Let it leak—I’m not coming," Shruti insisted. "You won't agree when asked nicely, will you?" Subbaiah said. He turned her toward him, hoisted her up so she hung over his shoulder, and pulled down her shorts. As he stroked and gently spanked her exposed buttocks, he carried her toward the bedroom. "Hey, let me go! Where are you taking me?" Shruti cried out.

He tossed her onto the bed, pulled off her shorts, and stripped naked in an instant. Gazing at her with intense desire, he climbed onto the bed. As she tried to scoot backward, saying "No," Subbaiah grabbed her legs and pulled her back. "What do you mean, 'no'?" he asked. "What is it that you don't want?" Shruti struggled to free her legs, but he spread them wide. Staring at her smooth, wet pussy, he exclaimed, "Wow... your pussy is absolutely beautiful!" 

He spread her legs even further, and as he looked up at her, Shruti fell back, lying flat on her back on the mattress. "Oh, my lady..." Subbaiah said, placing his hands on Shruti’s thighs and pushing them back. As her waist lifted, inviting him to lick her, Subbaiah couldn't hold back; he leaned down, planted a kiss on her pussy, and slowly slid his tongue into the slit.



As his cool tongue entered her hot, moist folds, Shruti’s entire body shuddered and trembled. Subbaiah pushed his tongue deep inside, tracing the inner edges before finally brushing against her clitoris. Overcome by the sensation, Shruti lost all control; craving more, she lifted her hips and pressed Subbaiah’s head firmly against her pussy. Making a soft, audible sound, Subbaiah continued to lick her, then caught one of her labia between his teeth and gave it a gentle nip. "Ah... oh..." Shruti moaned intensely, unable to bear the pleasure, and reached her climax, releasing her juices. Subbaiah lapped up every drop, then looked up with a satisfied expression and said, "My lady, your nectar tastes wonderful." Shruti turned her head away, blushing deeply.

Positioning himself between her legs, Subbaiah looked at her with intense desire, pressing his cock against her pussy. "Shall I put it in?" he asked. Shruti shook her head from side to side, signaling 'no.' "Hmm... so you said 'no'?" Subbaiah teased, biting down sharply on her breast. "Ah... hey, watch it, you devil—take it easy!" Shruti exclaimed. As he gripped her breast firmly from the base, took the nipple into his mouth to suckle it, and teased it with his tongue, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Unable to contain the sensation, she reached down, grabbed his cock, and moaned, "Ah... oh god... put it in!" Subbaiah pulled away from her breast and asked, "Didn't you just say 'no' a moment ago?"


"Ha... I want it now—come on!" she urged, squeezing his cock hard. "Ah... oh!" She lifted her hips, pressing his cock against the slit of her pussy, and began to move her waist, unable to bear the intense heat building within her. "Damn... you’re an even bigger slut than your mother!" Subbaiah remarked. Looking at him with a fierce, defiant gaze, Shruti replied, "Yes, I am a slut—so, are you going to put it in or not?" 

"Why wouldn't I?" he growled, thrusting it in forcefully. "Ahhh... oh!" Shruti let go of his cock, grabbed his waist with both hands, and pulled him deeper into herself. Sensing this, Subbaiah pulled back slightly and then, using all his strength, drove it all the way in. "Ah... take it slow," she moaned, closing her eyes. Subbaiah pulled his cock back to the very edge, holding it there. Since it still wouldn't go in, Shruti slowly opened her eyes to look. 

"Damn it, what kind of struggle are you putting up?" Subbaiah remarked, finally pushing it all the way in. With a wet *slap* sound, their private parts collided; as his cock slid deep inside and reached the very end of her pussy, Shruti let out an "Ah!" Moving his hips rhythmically in and out, Subbaiah groaned, "Oh man, what a pleasure!" as he leaned down to suck on her lips. Shruti asked, "Does it feel that good?" while his hands moved from her waist to rub and squeeze her buttocks. "Oh yes! This is the first time I’ve fucked a young girl like you," Subbaiah replied, picking up the pace. Shruti, looking intensely into his eyes, signaled for more.

Carried away by the moment, Subbaiah exclaimed, "Damn, what incredible pleasure you're giving me!" He began thrusting with all his might, one stroke after another. The friction against her pussy walls sent a wave of pleasure throughout her entire body, making her feel as if she were floating on air. She wrapped her legs around Subbaiah’s waist, reached under his arms to grip his shoulders tightly, and urged, "Keep going—hit me harder!" 

Hearing this, Subbaiah adjusted his knees on the mattress and began thrusting at full speed. As the wet, rhythmic *slap-slap* sound filled the room, he asked, "How does it feel, young lady?" Shruti replied, "It feels amazing! Don't stop—keep hitting me... hit me even harder!" "Damn... is all this fucking still not enough for you?" Subbaiah asked, delivering a few hard thrusts. Unable to hold back, Shruti cried out, "Aah... oh god!" as she climaxed.

"What the hell, you slut—if you go and climax like that, what am I supposed to do?" Subbaiah demanded. Moving his hands from her shoulders to trace patterns on her chest, Shruti replied in a dazed, intoxicated tone, "Keep fucking until *you* climax too—did I ever tell you to stop?" As his cock—which had been rigid—began to slide in and out more smoothly, lubricated by her fluids, Subbaiah kneaded her breasts with both hands and remarked, "Your mother must be getting fucked pretty well over there, right?" Shruti shot back, "Well, isn't that exactly why she sent me here?"

Stunned by that unexpected jolt, Subbaiah saw stars. "Damn! What incredible pleasure—if I’d known it was this good, I would’ve fucked you ages ago!" he exclaimed. "Forget the past; just keep going from now on," Shruti replied, thrusting back against him. "Ahhh... yes, keep fucking me!" Subbaiah groaned. For five intense minutes, he pounded away, kneading, sucking, and biting her breasts. 

Gasping for breath and sensing he was about to climax, he gave a few deep, hard thrusts, pressed his cock firmly inside, and released his warm seed before collapsing on top of her. About fifteen minutes later, they recovered, cleaned up, and—feeling quite hungry—had a meal together, after which they fucked once more to their heart's content. As evening approached, Shruti bathed and put on a nightgown, anticipating her brother’s return.



Subbaiah also got up, dressed, and sat on the sofa, acting as if nothing had happened. When Shruti brought tea and placed it on the table, they each took a cup; Subbaiah gestured, asking for another round. Shruti shook her head 'no.' Subbaiah put on a pleading expression, begging, "Please!" Seeing this, she chuckled and pointed to her watch, signaling that there was no time left. Subbaiah wore a look of resignation, but Shruti gestured firmly that there was absolutely no chance. 

Left with no other choice, Subbaiah set down the cup and headed toward the doorway. Turning back, he embraced Shruti, who was following him. "Ugh, let go! Someone might come!" she protested, struggling to break free. "No one’s coming—let’s get this over with quickly," he said, squeezing her breasts. Though a fire was igniting within her, Shruti continued to feign resistance. Subbaiah, still holding her from behind, guided her to the sofa and commanded, "Bend over."

 


"Oh, for heaven's sake... you never listen, do you?" Shruti sighed. She lifted one leg onto the sofa, placed her hands on the headrest, and bent forward, raising her buttocks. Subbaiah caressed her backside right over her nightgown, exclaiming, "Wow... what a pair!" He then reached down, gathered the hem of her nightgown, and pulled it up onto her back. After stroking her back and waist, he pulled down her panties and gave her fair, rounded buttocks a gentle slap. Positioning his erect cock right between her buttocks—at the very entrance of her pussy—he gripped her waist and thrust forward forcefully. As it slid in halfway, Shruti let out a moan: "Ah!"

He pulled back and thrust again—this time driving it in completely—until his lower abdomen collided with her buttocks, creating a sharp, resounding smack. "Oh... go ahead," Shruti said in a husky voice. Hearing this, Subbaiah got into a rhythm; he reached forward, shifted her bra, grabbed and squeezed her breasts, and toyed with her nipples using his fingers. Driven by intense desire, Shruti arched her waist back to accommodate his thrusts. "Aah... oh God... no matter how many times I fuck you, I just can't get enough!" Subbaiah exclaimed, thrusting into her with great force.

"I wish I could fuck you and your mother together," Subbaiah remarked. "Really? Well, that’s for later—finish what you’re doing now," Shruti replied, arching her waist back even harder. Unable to hold back any longer, Subbaiah pounded into her relentlessly for five minutes before reaching his climax. Caught up in the intensity of his thrusts, Shruti also climaxed twice. Satisfied, the two got up, adjusted their clothes, and stepped outside—just as Rahul arrived on his bike. Shruti quickly told them to drop Subbaiah off at the bus stop. As they left, she thought to herself, "If we had been even a little bit later, we would have been caught," and hurried back inside, closing the door.

She checked the phone and saw many missed calls from papa



shittt.. papa will come anytime now, papa is always busy but he makes some time for her. she has to throw this old fart Subbaiah out soon..