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My name is Sangeetha, and I am a housewife. I’m about five feet six inch tall and curvy. My boobs are round and big like melons, making every man look twice with their mouth open. They are fair as milk with a tiny pink nipple at the center which gets hard as a rock whenever I feel horny. I got a big ass, too, which is perfectly round and firm like teenage girls have. Men would all turn around and watch my jiggling ass when I walked around in a saree.

Teenage boys and old men often try to feel my ass in public and rub their crotch on my thick round ass. Many times, it feels good to get their attention, especially from teenage boys.

I have been happily married to Amar and have a 19-year-old stepson. My stepson Sahil was just a young boy when I first met him. But over the years, he has grown into a handsome man. I first noticed my stepson when he joined the basketball team and started building muscles.

Sahil used to work out at home, and afterwards, he would come to the kitchen all sweaty. I tried to focus on my work in the kitchen. But it was hard not to look at a hard young man wearing only shorts and his body shining due to sweat.

I started going to all his games. Watching him play in short track pants is eye candy. At first, I felt bad for having such thirsty thoughts about Sahil. Even though I had not given him birth, he was my son, by law. I tried not to think about him, but the attraction was strong.

It grew so strong over time that once my husband was fucking me, I imagined my stepson in his place. That day, I grabbed Amar tight with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and started begging him to go harder.

Amar got excited seeing me like that, begging like a whore and pulling him closer. So, he fucked me even harder. I cum like a fountain, squirting my juice all over his dick. After the fuck session, Amar was incredibly happy thinking that he made me cum so hard. But I imagined his son in his place.

That night he fucked me once more before going to sleep and filled my hole with his hot cum. When Amar went to sleep, I rubbed my pussy and pinched my nipples, imagining my stepson.

I used to wake up early in our house and prepare breakfast for everyone. Then Sahil wakes up and leaves for his basketball practice. At last, my husband wakes up and leaves for the office.

One morning when I was preparing breakfast, I noticed that Sahil had not yet woken up. So, I went to his room to wake him up. I sat beside his bed and gently shook his shoulders to wake him up. He was deep asleep, so I slowly pushed the blanket down his waist. He was not wearing his shirt.

I again shook him to wake him up, but he didn’t respond. Feeling his naked chest under my hand gave me nipple chills. So I started massaging his muscles. When he didn’t wake up, I took the blanket off him. Sahil was just in his boxers, and his morning wood was bulging out of it.

I was a bit mesmerized by the size of his cock. It was the closest I had ever come to my stepson’s dick. My nipples were erect, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I was feeling all kinds of emotions. I slowly reached for his dick and ran my fingers over it.

As I felt it, his dick twitched, and my heart just missed a beat. But Sahil was still asleep. After running my fingers, I slowly wrapped my fingers around his dick to feel the grip. His dick felt like a hot iron rod in my hand, and I felt my pussy getting wet. His dick was thicker than his father’s, for sure.

Suddenly Sahil mumbled something and opened his eyes. I immediately let go of his dick and stood beside his bed. Sahil woke up and looked all shocked. My heart was pounding hard, and I was scared as hell. He looked at me with a confused look on his face.

Sahil: Mother! What were you doing?

I tried to act cool, but my nervousness was clear on my face. I gathered courage and tried to change the subject.

Me: You will get late for your practice. Wake up. Breakfast is ready.

I rushed out of his room and returned to the kitchen. I was scared that he might be angry and complain about it to his father. So, I decided to clear things at breakfast. So, I sat waiting for him to come out. I was scared, but due to some reason, my nipples were still hard. I could still feel wetness around my pussy.

When Sahil came out, he didn’t look angry. There was a smirk on his face, and he came close to me. He wished me good morning and pulled me into his arms. He hugged me so tight that my boobs squeezed by his chest. His dick pressed against my body. He kissed my cheeks and grabbed my ass with both hands.

When he let go of me, I was in a complete state of shock. I wasn’t sure how to react. Amar used to wake up late, so Sahil and I were alone having breakfast. Sahil was sitting across from me. For the entire time, he looked at me like a hungry wolf, ready to attack and eat every inch of my body.

The whole time he just kept on staring with a smirk on his face. Once he left for his practice, I took a breath. I went to my bedroom and found my husband was still asleep. I was still horny from the morning incident. So, I went to my husband and pulled down his pants to release his morning wood.

He woke up confused, but I pinned him down and asked him to lie quietly and enjoy. I grabbed his hard dick, but the grip was not as good as his son’s. I took it deep into my mouth and started blowing him hard. I was doing it so hard that Amar started moaning like crazy and begging me to go slow.

I was at my peak. I imagined my stepson’s dick while sucking my husband. Amar didn’t last long and emptied his nut sack in my mouth. We both lay down for a while before Amar went to take a shower. Meanwhile, I also cleaned myself.

Before leaving for the office, Amar again bent me over to the dining table and fucked me hard from behind. Since that day, an unspoken sexual tension started building between my stepson and me. Sahil never left a chance to touch my body and feel my curves when no one was looking.

When I was working in the kitchen, he often came from behind and pressed his dick against my ass. I never encouraged him, but I never stopped him, either.

Over time I, too, got possessive of him. Seeing him talking to other girls made me angry. I knew those bitches didn’t love him. They just wanted his hard shaft to get rid of the itch in their vagina. I never showed any jealousy, but Sahil knew that I was jealous.

This went on for a while until one day when Amar almost caught us together. We were in the kitchen, and Sahil was grinding his dick on my ass. His hands were cupping my boobs when my husband walked in. He didn’t see anything, but I feared that he might have gotten suspicious.

 

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That day I tried to end everything with Sahil and asked him to stop. Sahil didn’t look happy with that decision, but he didn’t argue. After that day, things got normal. Sahil stopped playing with my boobs or pressed his dick against my ass. It was hard for me, but I decided not to do it anymore.

Sahil had also moved on and had started dating some girl from his college. One evening I was home alone. Amar was away for a few days, and Sahil was out with his new girlfriend. I was lying on the couch watching TV when Sahil returned home from his date.

He came and lay down next to me with his head resting on my lap. It had been ages since he came this close to me, so I felt excited.

Me: How was your date?

He adjusted his head to look me in the eye. His mouth was a few inches away from my nipples. His head was directly above my pussy, making me wet. He started telling me about his date. But I couldn’t focus on his story due to my excitement.

Me: Did you guys have any fun?

Sahil: Are you asking whether I fucked her or not?

I ran my finger through his hair and smiled in affirmation.

Sahil: Yeah, I fucked her in the car. First, she played with my shaft and then I took her to the backseat. I rode her from behind and then made her bounce on my dick.

Hearing that made a sudden chill in my body. My nipples were hard and poking out, and my pussy was dripping wet. I slowly reached for his crotch and rubbed his dick through his trousers. His dick was twitching inside.

Me: I hope you made her cum.

Sahil laughed and spread his legs, so I had better access to his crotch. I started rubbing my hand across his crotch even harder.

Sahil: Yeah, I made her cum twice.

Me: That sounds amazing.

Saying that, I bent over and kissed him on his lips. Then he grabbed my head and started sucking my lips and shoving his tongue in my mouth. After kissing me, he pulled down my blouse and started an assault on my boobs. He was sucking and biting my nipples like an animal.

I, too, unzipped his pants to take out his dick and started jerking it off.

Sahil: I’ve always wanted to taste your boobs, mom. You have an amazing pair of tits.

I was playing with his hard shaft, and it felt like a hot iron rod in my hand.

Me: You have an amazing dick, son. I’ve always imagined it when your father fucks me.

Sahil pulled down his pants and tossed them away. Then he sat on the couch with his legs wide open. I sat on my knees between his legs and grabbed his dick. I teased him with my tongue and licked it like candy.

Sahil: You are so good at it, mom. It feels fantastic.

Then I took his dick deep inside my mouth until I could feel the tip of his dick on the back of my throat. I sucked him hard while he sat on the couch with his hands clasped behind his head. Soon his dick was covered with the mixture of my saliva and his cum.

After I was done sucking his dick, I squeezed his dick between my boobs, and boob fucked it.

Me: I hope you have not wasted all your cum on your girlfriend and have something left for your mother.

Sahil: Don’t worry, mom, today I’m going to fuck you till the last drop of my cum.

Sahil then picked me up and made me lie down on the couch. He pulled off my saree and made me completely naked. He climbed on top of me and sucked my nipples. Then he slowly moved down past my waist and pushed my legs apart. He got mesmerized by the view of my pink shaved pussy. He buried his between my thighs and started eating me out.

Me: Son! Ah! You are amazing. Your dad never eats my pussy, but you are good at it.

Sahil looked me in the eyes while eating my pussy and smiled. He started shoving his tongue on every corner of my pussy. Then he shoved his two fingers inside me while eating my pussy. I started shivering like a fish and was moaning like some cheap whore. This made my stepson even more excited.

As he slid his fingers in and out of my pussy, hitting my g-spot, I felt a strong orgasm. Soon I climaxed and cum so hard that my son got wet with my pussy juice. It was so amazing that I lost all my senses and couldn’t even feel my body for a while.

Once my orgasm passed, I pulled Sahil close and kissed him.

Me: You are such an amazing boy.

Sahil smiled and kissed me back passionately. He again spread my legs and lifted them like a ‘V’. He aimed his cock at my wet pussy and slammed his huge dick into my love hole with a quick thrush. He began pounding his monstrous cock in and out of me.

His dick slid into my womb and made me moan with every thrust. He was reaching the depths of my pussy where no man had ever reached, not even his father. His dick was rearranging my guts. I grabbed his hips with my hands and tried pulling him deeper inside me.

In no time, I felt another orgasm building inside me. Sahil, too, started moaning and giving slow but hard strokes from his dick. Suddenly he grabbed my boobs extra hard while giving me hard strokes. I couldn’t handle it any longer and busted into a huge orgasm.

Soon after, Sahil climaxed and released a massive load of cum deep inside me. He kept thrusting his dick until he released his last drop of cum inside me. When he pulled his rod out of my pussy it was shining due to the mixture of our cum present over it.

That scene made me even more aroused toward my stepson. I don’t know how experienced he was in having sex or how many girls his age he had fucked. But he was far better than his father would ever be. I sucked the cum from his dick, and then we lay naked in each other’s arms.

After that day, my stepson became my fuck buddy. He has fucked every hole in my body. Every morning I wake him up with a nice blowjob. If he is in the mood, he will take me to the shower and fuck me under the running shower. When his father is not home, he fucks me in my bedroom, where his father used to fuck me.

THE-END

 

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#Srinidhi Shetty

 

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Srinidhi and Ranjith pulled into the rustic campsite. They groaned as they stepped out of the car, their legs stiff from the long drive.

"Wow!" Srinidhi squealed.

They were hemmed in on all sides by evergreens that scraped the sky and shaded them from the harsh summer sun. A break in the trees revealed the glistening turquoise lake. They had woken up extra early to snag the lake-side site just as the reservation became available. They slowly assembled their camping gear. New to outdoorsmanship, most of the gear was new and they referred back to the instructions frequently. They finished drenched with sweat. The sagging tent made them laugh as Srinidhi stripped off her tee and shorts, revealing a tight bikini, as she ran off and jumped into the lake.

"Ahhh!" she screamed. "It's soooo cold!

Ranjith laughed as she splashed out of the water in a hurry. He admired his wife's beautiful body. She was committed to regular jogging and the gym, and it showed. She had thick muscled thighs and a flat tummy. Her smooth mocha skin, unusual for their heritage, stopped and lightened around milky tits that bounced gently as she walked to him. Her lips were stretched into a bright smile on her pretty face, but his eyes were fixed on her nipples poking through her top.

"Calm down mister," she giggled as she poked him in the crotch. "Are you going to set up your boat?"

He thought for a moment before pulling on her arm, leading her to the tent. They stumbled and snickered as she landed on top of him. She pulled off his clothes and grabbed a hold of his already hard cock. The pink head poked out from her fist as she stroked it as he massaged one of her breasts. She slipped on a condom before swinging her leg over, pushing aside the strip of fabric, to slip his cock inside. She sat on his lap and grinded their hips together before slowly bouncing harder and harder. Her tits heaved as she felt his grip tighten on her thighs and he let out a loud groan. She sighed a moan as she felt his dick vibrating inside of her.

She lay on top of him and swirled a finger on his slick chest.

"So, you were excited," she whispered teasingly.

"Uh, yeah," he groaned. "Should we go for a hike and then wash off in the lake?"

"Sounds like a plan," she smiled.

Srinidhi pulled on jean shorts over her bikini bottom and they set off. It was a beautiful hike with mossy trees and birds singing in the distance. Srinidhi blushed and rolled her eyes at the hushed whispers and sneaked looks at her exposed cleavage every time a group of guys passed them. They rounded a corner and turned onto a grown over trail at a fork.

"Should be this way," he said. "That's what it says on the GPS."

They walked several hundred meters before a white sign appeared.

"Babe, there's a no trespassing sign here," her voice wavered.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, who's even around?"

His words brought little relief to her worries.

They set off onto the path that was barely visible from the lack of use. After a steep set of switchbacks, they made it to a break in the thick trees.

"Oh, my, god!" Srinidhi squealed.

They walked out onto the bright cliffside. The shimmering turquoise lake lay before them, surrounded by dense stands of evergreen conifers. They could see the little fishing boats traveling across the lake like little ants and the little light gray plumes of smoke radiating up from the campground.

Srinidhi sighed. "It's so beautiful Ranjith!"

She turned him around and hugged his waist, pulling her phone out for a selfie.

A snapping stick behind them made the hair on their necks stand up.

"Hey!" a gruff voice startled the couple. "Hands up!"

The barrel of a hunting rifle appeared from the dark forest. Following it, an older looking behemoth of a man stepped out from the shadows wearing a red plaid shirt and worn jeans. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks but Srinidhi couldn't help but think he maintained a rugged charm. The sighted scope covered a portion of his face but even the messiness of his facial hair could not hide his attractive features.

"Whoa!" Ranjith said. "We mean no harm man."

"I can see that; I'm the one with the gun," he replied, annoyed. "You're trespassing, y'all can't read English or something?"

"Excuse me?!" Srinidhi blurted. "Seriously, that's offensive-"

"Whoa there!" he exclaimed loudly, cutting her off. He unshouldered the rifle but kept it pointed towards the couple. He gestured at Ranjith with the gun. "Move aside."

Ranjith hesitated for a moment before the barrel of the gun convinced him it was better to obey the mountain man for the moment. The man let out a low whistle at the sight of Srinidhi who scoffed and responded with a look of disgust. The sight of her brought a crude smile onto his face.

"Listen," he lowered the gun. "I can call the cops and you two can get arrested for trespassing...or I can blow your brains out and drop you over that cliff there. Makes no difference to me, neither are good for you."

He paused while their eyes widened in terror.

"But hey, we're all friends on this planet," he shrugged. "How 'bout she show me a good time with that pretty mouth of hers and ya'll head back where you came from without a worry in the world."

He tugged on his crotch before raising his rifle again. "What'll be?"

They looked at each other like deer in headlights. The same thing ran through their heads, Ranjith was in the country on a VISA and any run in with the law could mean he would be deported within the night. Or, they could literally be killed by this maniac. As if they weren't between a rock and a hard place already.

"Srinidhi, maybe we could run," he whispered. "Or, or...you don't think he would actually kill us?"

"I...," Srinidhi paused. "I don't think there's a way out here..."

She surprised Ranjith with a peck on the lips and hesitated for a moment before walking over to the wild man.

He looked down at her with a sneer and a look of cruel delight in his eyes. She felt dwarfed beside his large framed body as she lay down a towel from her backpack and kneeled before him.

"Let's get this over with," she sighed as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down the fly. She pulled down the waistband of his underpants expecting his cock to be revealed then. To her surprise she just saw a wild bush of pubic hair. She reached into the mess of wiry hair, searching blindly before making contact with throbbing hot flesh. She struggled to extract it, stopping to pull his pants down further before being able to slide it out of his pant leg.

"Wow," slipped out inadvertently of her lips as it flopped out and stood right in front of her nose. She heard Ranjith curse in shock quietly behind her too.

It was the largest, thickest, cock she had ever seen. Her fingers struggled and failed to reach around the sinewy girth of his still flaccid appendage. It was the first time she had seen a circumcised penis before. Rigid veins snaked up its length and terminated with an angry purple head the size of a plum. Her hot breath on it caused it to jump, startling her as it tugged against her grip. The rich musk of his sweat and precum completely permeated her nose with his wild scent. Her body moved on its own as she lifted his cock to her lips and sucked in the bulbous head like a lollipop. They both moaned as her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans. The smegma, sweat, and precum coated her tongue with a salty bitter slime. She stifled a gag and grimaced.

The man looked down with a cheap sneer. "That's right, clean this dirty old man's cock," he laughed.

She squeaked in surprise as the cock continued to swell in her mouth. Her jaws stretched and felt strained as she became accustomed to the taste. She began to realize that she might not actually mind the salty rich taste of the man's musk. Her mouth watered and strings of spittle dribbled down to her chest and thighs. The cock flopped out of her mouth as she gasped for air. It stood perfectly rigid at an angle, casting a shadow onto Srinidhi's slimy face. Fully erect, it was bigger than any cock that Srinidhi could imagine.

"Shit, you city slickers can't suck cock for shit," he said as he grabbed her hair in his fist and rammed his cock down her throat. She squealed as her jaws stretched and felt like popping, the throbbing meat in her mouth pushed deeper and deeper until it blocked her airway. She gagged and coughed as he pushed her head farther onto his cock. She only reached down a third of the way before they felt significant resistance. He held her there, rivulets of spittle leaving dark trails down the otherwise dry cock as she gasped for air. She buckled in his arm and he threw her off of his cock. She landed on her side and coughed wildly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Yenno, such a performance might not even be worth it for me," he teased as she glared up at him. "Though, I've got to say, you've got quite the curves for an Asian...stand up."

She submitted to his obedient tone and made her way onto her feet.

"Turn around and get rid of those ridiculous shorts."

Srinidhi turned around and looked at Ranjith who stared back in shocked disbelief. She could see that he was struggling to summon the courage to speak up, but only the occasional squeaks made it out. She sighed and resigned herself to her fate when she saw the outline of Ranjith's cock poking against his khaki pants. She popped the clasp and leaned over, slowly sliding her shorts off and revealed the bright orange thong. She grimaced and her face flushed with embarrassment to have to present her most private secret to a stranger. Mostly because she felt a burning desire in her pussy like she had never felt before and knew what he might see. It throbbed in need of release, the man's rough and commanding nature bringing out something she never knew she wanted.

 

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He smiled quietly at the dark spot in her bikini bottom before exclaiming, "And she's got ass too, wow!"

He pulled her tight against his body and ripped her bikini off her tits, revealing the rigid nipples to the crisp mountain air. He roughly groped and squeezed her tits as she squirmed within his grasp. She felt his throbbing hard cock against her back as he reached down and slipped a finger into her sopping pussy.

"OHH!" she cried out in pleasure as she thrashed in his grasp.

"H-hey, stop! This isn't, she isn't, stop!" Ranjith cried out in protest, mistaking her struggle of one of trying to escape rather than of one being in the throes of pleasure.

She had forgotten that he was even there as the man stared Ranjith in the eye as he pinched her nipple and distended it. She choked out a moan and her breath turned increasingly heavy as he continued to twist it between his fingers.

"Seems to be enjoying it just fine," the man said.

He whispered something in her ear, his words giving her goosebumps and sent a shiver down her spine.

She gave one mournful glance at Ranjith before moving back to her knees. The man stripped off his pants, revealing muscled legs that were as equally matted in hair as his face. To her surprise he knelt too and grabbed her by the hair to bring her to all fours.

"Ohmph!" she gasped as his cock suddenly filled her throat again.

He grabbed her thong in one hand and pulled it tight. He could see her squirming her ass, pleasuring her sensitive mound on the taunt fabric. She coughed and sputtered as he used his grasp on her ass and head as leverage to thrust his cock deeper into her throat. Her head bobbed wildly and, satisfied, the man reached down and groped her hanging tits. He twisted and pulled on her sensitive nipples, eliciting a litany of moans choked out by the cock in her mouth. Ranjith was shocked silent as he watched the scene before him, acutely oblivious to the sticky grool dripping from his wife's pussy.

The man roughly pulled Srinidhi up onto her knees and began face fucking her in earnest. Her hands pushed against his rigid thighs in futile resistance as his moans built up rapidly in volume. His roar felt like it shook the forest as the first blast of cum went down her throat. His cock swelled again and cum burst from her lips. She frantically coughed which ejected his cock from her mouth. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back. The cock jerked widely in his grip as thick ropes of cum splattered across her face and dribbled down her chest.

"Oh my god!" she squealed, blinded from the onslaught. "You're cumming so much!"

As the thick ropes slowed to dripping globs, he grabbed her head and shoved his cock back into her unsuspecting mouth.

"Clean it, slut," he muttered. She obliged and hungrily sucked the last drops she could squeeze from the long shaft, massaging his massive balls in her hand.

After his breathing slowed, he gently pushed her off his softening cock.

"Well, that's that," he said matter-a-factly as he fastened his pants. "A deal's a deal. Nice meeting you folks, go back the direction you came, please."

He left without another word, the sounds of crunching sticks echoing through the forest.

"Oh my god Srinidhi," Ranjith blurted. "Are you okay?!"

She was silent but, out of sight from Ranjith, her fingers moved on their own and gently teased her aching mound. She shuddered as she sucked the musky rich cum off her finger before snapping out of it as Ranjith came behind her.

They tried to clean up the best that they could with what they had, but globs of cum remained in her hair and crusty remnants of dried cum was still streaked across her chest, face, and thighs. They did not speak at work and hiked down in silence before Ranjith asked, "So what did he say to you?"

"Really?" Srinidhi croaked, her throat still burning from the earlier assault. "That's the first thing you ask?"

"Are, are you okay?" Ranjith asked.

"What do you think?! Hell...no," she replied unsteadily.

Silence fell again except for the distant calls of birds and crunching of dirt underneath their boots.

"He said," Srinidhi could sense Ranjith wasn't going to let it go. "He said that I had a perfect body for breeding."

She looked back at Ranjith and stopped.

"And if he caught me there again," she took a step with each word towards a frozen Ranjith. "He would make me cum on his fat juicy cock, make my body his as he fucked me silly, and filled me up until there was no chance I wasn't knocked up."

"God," Ranjith whispered. He yelped as she grabbed his hardened cock through the trousers. She made a disgusted face before turning around to continue down the trail. Ranjith stood still in shock for several moments before following her.

She bit her lip, her face contorted with troubled thoughts. She knew that the mountain man was not lying. He was serious about what he said he would do, that he could and would make her body submit to him and the worst part was that, deep inside her head, she wanted that.

"Well, that's not gonna happen!" Ranjith yelled back at her. "All he is going to get is a visit from the police! We are going to report him the minute we get..."

"What?! I almost drowned in cum to avoid all this bullshit. Did you forget that we were trespassing? I basically consented too, the police wouldn't do anything."

They made their way down the mountain in silence. She tried her best to ignore the prying eyes and hushed whispers of those that passed them. The sour musky scent of sex emanated from her body and was apparent to those not ignorant. A group of college boys even hooted and hollered at Ranjith, feigning jerking off in the air, and exclaimed, "Holy shit, nice work dude!" The couple's faces flushed red and they quickened their step.

Srinidhi slipped away to the lake to thoroughly clean herself of the remnants of the man's work.

She shivered as she walked back to the tent.

"Warm me up babe," she whispered into Ranjith's ear as she pulled him into the tent.

They landed on the mats, their bodies intertwining as their lips met and the tell-tale sound of shuffling sleeping bags emanated from the tent. Srinidhi was ready, tearing off Ranjith's pants and underwear in a frenzy before sitting on top of him again. The little mushroom head poking out of her fist made her think the cock that she had always considered adequate was actually too small.

"A-are you sure you want to do this?" Ranjith whispered.

"I'm in control now," she purred as she slipped on a condom.

She sat down and slipped his cock inside of her, moaning as her pussy finally received the stimulation it desired. She rode him hard, her hands tightly gripping his wrists as her body bounced. It wasn't long before she felt his cock squirming inside of her and he whimpered in pleasure.

She rolled off and sighed.

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They woke up from a troubled sleep as the early morning calls of robins echoed through the forest. She groaned. Her body felt crusty and she kept finding small globs of cum in her hair.

After a quiet breakfast, Srinidhi suggested that Ranjith should get set up for a day of fishing.

"Are you sure?" Ranjith asked. "I don't need to go fishing..."

"Yeah, it's fine. That's why we chose this place right?" Srinidhi exclaimed exasperated. "No point in ruining this trip...though, I don't want to be stuck in a boat all day. Maybe I'll go to the beach?"

Ranjith found her insistence on this strange, but thought it best to leave her to what she wanted to do to recover normalcy.

She returned Ranjith's wave as his little inflatable boat departed from shore. As soon as he turned around the corner, she snuck off back up the trail. She made a quick pace and reached the clearing. Sweat dripped from her chin as she looked around, finding nothing except the urge to pee. She brought her pants down to ankles and squatted behind a large boulder.

"You again?" the man's voice startled her as she finished. He stepped out from the darkness of the trees.

"I got lost again...and I really needed to go pee."

"That's still trespassing, miss. If anything, the second time is worse. I'm not sure if I can let you off easy like last time."

"Easy?" she thought as she suppressed a tingle in her throat. "That was easy?"

He grunted and looked at her silently.

"Well, I've been a bad girl," she cooed as she stood up with her leggings still by her ankles. He paused and stared at her cleanly shaved and puffy pussy lips. Her inner thighs were sticky wet with what he suspected was not sweat or pee. She turned around and leaned against the large boulder. Curving her back and thrusting her ass out. He watched the little red star of her asshole twinkle back at him and a long oozing string of her juices drip onto the ground. "I need to be punished."

He ripped his belt from his waist and smacked it loudly against his palm. He crept behind her and roughly spanked her across the ass with the belt. The slap loudly echoed through the woods and the rush of flapping from frightened birds startled her as much as the stinging sensation on her ass.

"Fuuuck," her loud moan echoed off the cliff.

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"OOH!" she yelped. "Ouch!"

He repeated until her ass was red and her legs trembled. He roughly shoved his middle fingers up her pussy and began thrusting rapidly. She thrusted back with her hips and it was only moments before she screamed in ecstasy. Juices squirted from her pussy and splattered onto the dry dusty ground. She trembled and held onto the boulder desperately as pleasure surged through her in burning waves. He stood silently as she recovered her breath. She turned around and grabbed his rough hairy fingers. Her legs were unsteady as she led him to the trees. She pulled his pants down and seated him on a moss-covered log.

 

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"I'm in control now," she purred seductively. He smirked in response, interested in how this was going to go. She went on her knees and gave his cock a long lick from his balls up to the tip of his flared cock. "You think you're so hot with your big fat cock?"

She smacked it against her plump lips and swirled her tongue around the sensitive urethra, gently mouthing it as the man groaned.

She slapped his hand away as it reached for her head as she slowly went down the length of his cock, kissing and sucking on it before she immersed herself in his balls. His wild musky scent completely consumed her sense of smell as she sucked on one of the plum sized balls. It left her mouth with a pop as she looked up mischievously at him. She stood up and pulled up her sports bra slowly, her titties dropping out dramatically revealed her bright pink nipples. She pushed away his groping hands as she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"No touching," she teased. "You get one stroke inside of my perfect, voluptuous, nubile Asian body. Just one, and I'm gone forever."

She stepped forward over his legs and lined up the head of his cock with her sopping opening. She swirled his dripping head around her engorged pussy lips, biting her lips to suppress her moans. She could see him gritting his teeth too in obvious pleasure as she slid her pussy lips down the length of his cock and sat on his lap. The cock pressed against her body, and she stared cross-eyed at the spongy red cock-head nestled just below her breasts.

"That's how deep it's going to go," she thought hazily.

She stood up and slipped his cock inside of her. It popped through her narrow opening and slid inside of her painfully slowly. They watched as the thick girth of the cock pulled the wall of her pussy in as she sat deeper and deeper onto his cock. Her aroused pussy lubricated his cock and allowed smooth progress until the probing cock reached virgin territory. She felt amazingly full, the thick cock stimulating every square inch of her stuffed pussy. She knew she could take more of his cock, if only…

She raised her ass and was ready to slam it down when he grabbed her.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed. "Only one stroke, right? I was enjoying myself, that's too bad."

He started pulling her off his cock, each inch being extracted made pleasure surge through her body as her legs straightened. The head of his cock was still embedded, her pussy refusing to let it go. Her legs shivered with desire, the inside of her caramel-coloured thighs were completely shiny with her slick juices. Her body instinctively dipped to feel his cock inside of her again but his hands held her in place. A grunt of annoyance slipped out.

"What? What do you want?" He teased before his tone turned serious. "Say it."

She bit her lip and avoided eye contact. She thought of Ranjith on his little boat, their vows in the chapel, and their years spent together.

"Say. It."

The man flexed his cock, the baseball sized head stirred up her opening and massaged her clit from inside.

"SAY IT!"

She bit her lip, any thoughts of Ranjith replaced with one thing. She looked at him, her eyes crazed with lust.

"Oh my god, fuck me! Fuck me like you said you would! Make my body yours,fill me up to the brim, and knock me up!"

He let go.

She screamed with cathartic release as she sat down and impaled herself with his cock. He reached up and pinched her nipples roughly, causing her to squeal in surprise and pleasure. Her hands gripped his muscled shoulders as she rode herself to her first PIV orgasm ever. She trembled, pleasure surging through her body as her juices squirted out and drenched the dry cock outside of her pussy.

She mumbled deliriously as he picked her up effortlessly and lined up her pussy with his cock. He slammed her down and his cock punched deep inside of her, knocking the breath out of her. He slid her up and down his cock, each thrust sinking his cock farther into her before botRanjithing out at her a-spot. The head of his cock massaged it as he crushed her body against his, causing her to squirm and mew in pleasure.

"Waaait, wait, wait, waaait!" she moaned.

"Shut up! This pussy is mine now you are a cheating slut."

He started pounding her, slamming his cock deep inside of her and hitting her most sensitive parts. Her tits bounced wildly as her eyes rolled and glutaral moans left her lips. She shuddered uncontrollably, a long string of connected orgasms caused her to fade in and out of consciousness as she held his body tight. Her long nails dug into his back, drawing blood, as he finally stopped and held her fully impaled.

They both painted loudly, their slick bodies pressed tightly together. It made her jump with pleasure each time his cock spasmed deep inside of her. She began kissing his chest submissively as she whispered.

"So good. So fucking good. Your cock is sooo good."

She looked up at him for the first time. Her doleful eyes and plump lips drew him in as their lips met for the first time. Their tongues intertwined and stifled throaty moans from both of them. Her muscled legs used his waist as leverage as she grinded herself against his crotch as they kissed passionately.

He pulled her off his cock. She felt incredibly empty as the cock left with a pop. He inspected her body. Juices dripped from her gaping pussy. Her nipples were distended and an angry red. He grunted and she obediently went to her knees, cleaning his cock of her juices. Satisfied, he led her by the hair to the large boulder overlooking the valley. He turned her and lifted one of her onto his shoulder.

"Hoh!" he exclaimed, surprised at her flexibility.

Her fingers guided his cock back into her vibrating pussy. It slid in easier this time. Her pussy molded to his shape as he fucked her standing up, spread eagle facing the valley. Her tits heaved with each thrust, bouncing chaotically as he pistoned.

"Do you think anybody sees you right now?"

She could only muster a delirious moan in response.

"A little adulterous whore cumming on another man's cock...I bet your little husband is down there isn't he? Does he know you're here?"

She shook her head.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he knew you were here being filled up."

She mewed and her body squirm with pleasure at the thought. He lifted her off the ground and leaned her against the moss-covered rock. His bare cock dove into seemingly deeper depths than it had ever before. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy as his pounding cock scooped her up and dropped her with ever powerful stroke. Her lithe legs wrapped around his waist and used it as leverage to drive him deeper inside of her. His slick hairy body pushed against hers as his furious pace built up another orgasm deep inside of her.

"Ah, ah, AH, AHHH!!!" she screamed in pleasure as she began to feel his pounding cock swelling inside of her. Her spasming pussy sent him over the edge. His roars of pleasure echoed in the valley as she felt her pussy filling with his burning hot cum. His cock jerking wildly inside of her sent her through the throes of a second smaller orgasm. Her contracting pussy sucked his cum into her womb as she felt herself become more and more full, before a burst of cum erupted from the tight seal of her pussy lips around his cock.

"Fuck yeah, take that cock baby," he groaned.

They panted as the clearing finally became silent once again. He held their bodies tightly together for some time, plugging his cum inside of her. He extracted her from his cock. The bulbous head left with a pop and successive streams of thick globby cum spilled out from her. She collapsed onto her knees when he put her down. He pulled her head back and she instinctively stuck out her tongue to receive the last droplets of cum he was stroking out. She dutifully cleaned his cock, kissing it along its length as she licked off their juices.

She sat dazed as he left to find his clothes.

"You should trespass more often...?" he paused, realizing he didn't even know her name.

She snapped back to reality.

"Srinidhi," she coughed out.

He smirked and tipped his hat before departing

....

She sat in the loaded car as they pulled out from the empty campsite. She felt her seat grow cold as his juices leaked out, oozing past her cum permeated panties and through her leggings. She rolled down the window and hummed. It didn't seem like Ranjith suspected a thing.

"We should never come back," Ranjith blurted.

"I think we should," she mused as she stared out at the passing forest scenery.

"What? Really?" he asked, surprised at her good mood.

"Well, you liked fishing, didn't you?"

"...Well yeah, it was okay."

"It was a nice campground and we spent a lot of time together...I think this was fun!" she said cheerily.

"If you're sure...maybe we can come back again."

"Let's come back," she turned around and stared into Ranjith's eyes, squeezing his thigh. "The view was amazing."

THE-END

 

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#Parineeti Chopra

 

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I am Parineeti, and married to Sam. Sam is very loving and caring and very active in bed. We were married in March 2019. Sam is an engineer in a reputed multinational company.

I am also in the same company and work in the advertisement section. In fact, I am the second in command of the advertisement cell of our company. My lady boss, Mrs. Nagpal is around 45 years and she is very decent so that in my four years of employment in the company under her, I never felt uncomfortable. Mrs. Nagpal treated me not as a subordinate but as a colleague. She showered motherly affection on me by offering me the delicious items she prepared at home. Soon exchanging of food between the two of us became a regular affair. She also showered equal motherly affections on Sam.

Mrs. Nagpal's husband, Mr. Suresh Nagpal was the VP (Production) of the same company and Sam was one of the 14 engineers who directly reported to him.

Usually, rank hierarchy matters much in the social intercourse among the employees of such companies. But due to the affectionate attitude of Mrs. Nagpal towards me and Sam, the barrier of official hierarchy broke down and we developed very cordial family terms with the Nagpals.

Mr. & Mrs. Nagpal has a son, who is working in Belgium. Last year, Mrs. Nagpal went to visit her son and it was at that time the lockdown was clamped in India and she got stranded abroad. As there was no certainty when lockdown would be eased, the company divested the full charge of the advertisement section on me.

Sam had gone to Hyderabad during the same time with a team of engineers to look after the progress of a major project. Their visit was actually for 4/5 days, but they too got stranded in Hyderabad due to clamping of lockdown.

I knew that Mr. Nagpal preferred homely food and always relished the items cooked by Mrs. Nagpal. So considering our family ties and the fact that she was not there, I used to bring meals for Mr. Nagpal in tiffin boxes quite often. He used to compliment me, "Beti, you're as good cook as your aunty (Mrs. Nagpal)."

To be frank, apart from official work, both Mrs. Nagpal and I were fond of cooking and experimenting with new items. Since Sam was not at the station, Mr. Nagpal often told me to tell him if I needed anything to be bought from the market. But I preferred to do it myself because I knew that however cordial our family terms might be, it was audacious to make a high level official like Mr. Nagpal to do marketing for me.

It was about a week later that Mr. Nagpal called me to his office. It was unusual for a production head to be in-charge of the advertisement section. Once I went to his room, he pointed out a major lapse of my section in respect of his production unit and scolded me left and right for the mistake, in front of two other officials. There was no indication in his reaction that we had cordial family terms and he was behaving like a real tough boss. I knew he was professionally right and that **censored** relationships should not interfere in official matters, still I felt insulted and tears were in my eyes. I managed to admit my lapse and apologized for the mistake. My sobbing voice seemed to irritate him further and he roughly said, "Stop crying like a schoolgirl and get the mistake corrected immediately."

I left his room humbly and instructed my colleagues to take steps to correct the lapse. In my mind, I decided never to bring meals for him nor talk to him unless it is an official need.

When the above incident took place, it was around 2.30 PM. Normally, our office closes at 6 PM. At 5.30, Mr. Nagpal rang me at my intercom. I responded in a serious formal tone, "Yes Sir?"

"Hope you have taken steps to correct the mistakes," said Mr. Nagpal, "I have also talked to the advertisers. They will withdraw it immediately and shall not charge for it. In return, in the next advertisement they will charge only 10% higher. So there will be no audit queries as to why the advertisement was withdrawn."

I knew he was trying to help me but I still felt insulted and angry and formally said, "Thank you, Sir."

"Now listen," said Mr. Nagpal, "It's the uncle speaking to Parineeti. You have been bringing me meals for so many days. So tonight I wish to host a dinner for the two of us at our place. I will pick you up at 8 PM."

I was still angry at him and said courteously, "Sir, no need to host a dinner. I did nothing special by bringing the meals. It is just because aunty is not here, I shared a part of what I cooked for me. I gave no extra time and energy for it."

At the other end of the intercom I heard him chuckle, "Well, I can't cook like you or your aunty, otherwise I should have prepared the items myself. You will have to take meals to be prepared by a chef in our kitchen."

"Sir, please forgive," I replied as humbly as I could, "Let Sam and aunty come, you can host the dinner then. I have some work at home this evening and I'm not in the right mood today."

"I know," said Mr. Nagpal, "That's why I need to lift your mood. I also need to explain why I had to behave roughly at my office. Now remember, it is not the uncle but the boss asking you to attend the dinner."

I didn't like to continue arguing with him further and said, "Ok Sir, I will be ready at 8 o'clock."

Although I accepted his invitation, I decided that once at the dinner I will play gloomy and grave to show that I was not interested nor happy in the dinner.

I came home after work. I did not even dress properly that would have been fit for dinner. Mr. Nagpal came at 7.45 to pick me up. I wished him a formal good evening and quite casually boarded the car. He was driving the car. So I took the seat beside the driving seat. On the way to his home, we hardly exchanged any words.

By the time we arrived at his home, the chef had prepared all the items. Mr. Nagpal took a look at everything and said to the chef, "Thank you for your service even in this lockdown. I can warm up the dishes, you better go now to avoid being harassed by security personnel on the road."

He **censored** the chef his charges and the chef left. For a moment, I felt uncomfortable. Theirs was a big palatial house. It was not that I had not been to their place. But then either Mrs. Nagpal or Sam or both used to be there. That day only two of us were there - Mr. Nagpal and me. I didn't think of this earlier. I pretended to be more serious and reserved.

We were seated at the drawing room when Mr. Nagpal brought two glasses and a bottle of Frence Cognac. At family get together, it was not unusual for the four of us to drink. But in the absence of Mrs. Nagpal and Sam, I didn't like the idea. So I told him frankly that I won't drink. Mr. Nagpal said, "Ok, I don't insist. I just thought it might raise your damp mood. I hope you won't mind if I sip a little. If you wish you can enjoy the snacks or just for the sake of giving company you can sip a bit."

He prepared two glasses, but left my glass on the table without insisting that I drink. He started sipping from his glass slowly as I sat serious faced just opposite to him. Then he spoke, "You see Parineeti, I know I had been rough on you at the office. It was not directly your fault but being the in-charge of the section, the responsibility is yours. Since your aunty is not in office, your workloads have increased. But remember whether it is you or my wife, the in-charge has to take the responsibility. Had it been your aunty, she too had been admonished by me like this."

I didn't say anything but sat passively listening to him. Mr. Nagpal started again, "About ten years back an officer of the section was sacked for similar lapse. I had to scold you in front of the other two officials so that no wrong message of favoring you goes to them. I wanted to settle it at our level without going for disciplinary action. In that case, it would have gone to higher authorities and they could have taken drastic action against you. I too dislike the way I spoke to you, but I had to do it to keep the matter at my level."

As I listened, I understood the reason for his roughness. My previous angry attitude towards him started changing. I was feeling ashamed and said, "I'm sorry. I took it wrongly."

Mr. Nagpal smiled and said, "You may now take a bit of the drink to get relieved of the stress."

Drinking wine was not new. So I took the glass and started sipping. Mr. Nagpal mildly went on explaining the gravity and consequences of the mistake. The more he explained, the more I felt ashamed for behaving insolently with him when he invited me for dinner. I stood up and went near him to sincerely regret my insolence. I was not sure if I had taken more than two pegs during the conversation. My legs stumbled and I almost fell on him.

I was not in my senses or I was in a state of trance. I couldn't recall when and how I and Mr. Nagpal shifted to the bed in one corner of the drawing room and when did his hands embrace me. I suddenly awakened to the situation when I saw Mr. Nagpal's face just near mine and he was about to kiss my lips. I screamed in shock, "Don't do this please. What we are doing is not right."

"Who decides what is right or wrong?" Mr. Nagpal asked sarcastically, "You fell on my lap showing your youthful treasures and you know how it could excite a man. Parineeti, I have never seen a beauty like you and a glamourous body like yours. So I thought we might enjoy some intimate moments."

"Uncle please," I pleaded, "I am like your daughter. You often address me as beti (daughter). We should not do this."

"But minutes ago," said Mr. Nagpal, "When you stumbled on me, I caressed your face, I unbuttoned your kurti and placed my hands to fondle your soft flesh mounds, you didn't resist or protest. Now I am hot and can't let you go like this."

I was afraid to see lust in his eyes. But he spoke it right, my buttons were unbuttoned exposing my bra covered boobs and I don't know when or why I allowed him. But it was true, I didn't recall having protested. Still I said to him, "Please let me go. It will be cheating both the aunty and Sam."

Mr. Nagpal looked deeply in my eyes and said as if chewing the words, "Where from these puritan morality dropped suddenly? Forget about Sam, forget about your aunt. Just you and me here. You're starving for more than a week since Sam is not here, and your aunty has grown old. She can't satisfy my bodily needs well enough. Let's enjoy it."

Mr. Nagpal tightened his embrace and moving his lips sensuously on my cheeks said pointing at his embrace, "This is a python's grip. Free yourself if you can. I am not going to force you. If you can free yourself from my hug, I will let you go."

Instead of anger or hatred, I discovered a forbidden passion of extra-marital relationship building up inside me. But still I pleaded to him, "Uncle, I am like your daughter..."

He didn't let me finish and seriously said, "Yes beti, you are like my daughter but not my daughter."

And then without any warning violently pushed his hand inside my trousers and panty and touched my love triangle and said with a seductive smile on his lips, "Beti, you're flowing like a stream there at your uncle's touch."

I lowered my gaze avoiding eye contact with him. He had caught me right. I was already wet but the thrust of his hand at my most intimate place made me discharge fresh love juice. I could feel instinctively what was inevitable.

 

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Mr. Nagpal's lips descended on mine. His tongue licked my lips and tried to part them. As if under a spell, I parted my lips allowing uncle to put his tongue inside my mouth and to play with my tongue. Soon we were kissing each other. His hands went to my back and unhooked the bra. He pushed the bra cups with his chin exposing my boobs and complimented, "Beti, you've a real sexy figure. Leave aside all your shame and reservations and be the uncle's slut tonight."

His words, instead of hatred, were sending forbidden sensations and my body shivered. His two hands were busy kneading one of my boobs while he was passionately sucking the nipple of the other making me moan. My body was trembling at his caress.

Suddenly I remembered that since Sam was out of station, I had not shaved my pubic and armpit hairs for more than a week. Moreover, as my mood was off that day, after coming home from duty I had not properly washed my privates either. I said to Mr. Nagpal, "Uncle, can I use the washroom before becoming more intimate?"

But perhaps he thought my mind might change or I was trying a way to escape. Mr. Nagpal said, "No need beti, uncle wants to taste you in all your natural fragrances and flavors."

As if to prove his point, Mr. Nagpal brought his face near my sweaty armpits and sniffed them. Soon he started kissing and licking my armpits. But when he pulled down my trousers and panty and was moving his face towards the triangle, I tried to prevent him. But he only said, "Beti, uncle wants to taste you naturally."

For some time, I kept my legs closed. But Mr. Nagpal was licking my pubic hairs just above my labia lips, he was licking my smooth thighs. In the face of his caress I could not keep my legs closed for longer and parted them. Uncle was very happy to find full access to my triangle and started sucking my love spot, putting his tongue deep inside my already slippery orifice. I twisted my body in utter passion and tried to push away his face. But the uncle was tightly holding my thighs and his face was buried between them.

I knew that I had not shaved for some days and there was enough growth of curly hair. At what the uncle's face was doing between my thighs it inevitably escaped from my mouth, "Ohh...maa."

Oral caress at my pussy was not new. I enjoyed it with Sam. But with Mr. Nagpal, it was a bit different with the thrill of illicit and extramarital secret affairs. Moreover, his tongue seemed to reach hitherto unknown regions of my tunnel. I was ashamed that I had not washed my pubic area that evening. So I said to Mr. Nagpal, "Uncle, please leave it. It may smell foul."

Uncle's hands were then kneading my asses while his face was still busy at my pussy. He heard me and replied, "Beti, don't worry. I like the damp original smell at your love spot."

Effects of wine with sexual arousal and the forbidden passion of extramarital sex had completely obliterated the sense of right and wrong in me. I immensely enjoyed what his mouth was doing in my pussy, the way his hands were kneading my asses and boobs. It seemed as if I was floating in the air. I didn't even notice when Mr. Nagpal had taken away all my clothes. I was just enjoying everything he was doing to my body. He was doing everything with the passionate vigor of a youth. I dared to ask him, "Do you make love to the aunty in the same way?"

The uncle continued to nibble my nipples and replied, "In marital sex, we can't be free of inhibitions either in speech or in action. Can Sam call you a slut while making love? But I can. So far your aunty is concerned, she is now an old bitch who can't satisfy all my needs. I need a young one like you, who has a mesmerizing figure, hot and sexy."

"I never thought that illicit affairs could be that exciting," I admitted shamelessly.

Uncle kissed my lips and soon we were sucking the lips of each other. He hugged me tightly and asked, "Do you want to free yourself from the python's grip? If you want to stop, we can still stop."

He knew that I was at the point of no return and still he pretended to wait for my reply. I avoided looking at his eyes. I was burning in passion. I pushed my hand inside his trousers to feel his tool. It was a real monster, hard, throbbing, warm and its exceptional girth frightened me. I held it in my palm, lowered my gaze and shamelessly said, "I want to be in the python's grip forever."

I slowly stroked his hard tool in my palm and in a whispering voice said again, "I wish to be this monster's slut."

We were on a small bed in the corner of the drawing room. As Mr. Nagpal heard my above words, he took me on his lap and carried me to the bedroom placing me carefully on the double sized bed. He looked deep into my eyes and said, "This is the bed where my aunt and you had our bridal night. It is on this bed that we two are going to celebrate our extramarital relationship too."

I calmly waited for him to join me in bed. I was too aroused. I had no sense of right and wrong, no moral scruples but only an uncontrollable desire for sexual gratification. Mr. Nagpal came to bed and started playing with my nipples, which were already erect in anticipation. He looked at me and asked, "Do you want to enjoy it with your boss or uncle? I will play the role as you wish."

I took no time to answer and whispered, "Uncle."

He understood and nodded and mounted on me. His lips kissed my lips and said, "Beti, your lips are sexy and juicy, I like them. I like your big flesh balls, they are warm, soft and sensuous. With growing age, your aunty's tits have sagged considerably however she might try to keep them toned and make her look young. Yours are the real toned flesh mounds, young and tender."

As he was saying the above words, his hands were playing all over my naked body. To be frank, instead of repulsing at his passionate caress, I was in fact enjoying for the first time lustful caress of someone other than my hubby and to be frank, I felt excited as his hands traveled from my breasts to my stomach and abdomen, played with my curly bushes, fingered my wet tunnel, explored the creek between my asses occasionally trying to insert fingers in the rectal hole. As he played with my body, he kept appreciating my beauty and as moments lapsed, I was melting both physically and psychologically at his tactful verbal and physical ministrations. He was sniffing every corner of my body and to show that he relished the smell, he licked those parts of my body sending unbearable electrifying sensation to my brain. I moaned uncontrollably in pleasure and excitement, surrendering myself completely to the wishes of the uncle.

Uncle's face was moving downwards again - from nipples to navel and then between my thighs. His hands were holding my butts pressing them upwards while his face was busy sucking my labia lips. I was no longer in myself. I shut my eyes and was moaning loudly as the uncle kept caressing me and playing with my sensitive body parts. I couldn't recall how long our caressing session continued. But at one time I watched the uncle getting out of his last piece of cloth, his fat meat standing in full glory from the midst of thick curly bushes. I groaned to look at the massive monster.. I eagerly watched as the uncle positioned himself on my thighs and holding his tool in his hands started moving it lightly on my labia lips. He was sucking my lips and nipples alternately. I involuntarily discharged a fresh gush of love juices. It was so forceful and the quantity was so large that I could feel it dripping on the bed through the walls of my thighs. Uncle could feel it as his hard tool got drenched in my juice. He brought his hand near my quim and squeezed hard and said, "You're real hot, baby. I am getting jealous of Sam, he has got such a sexy doll to take care of his dick. Hope he drills your pussy well."

I smiled. Sam is very virile in bed and I had nothing to complain about his performance in bed. But the forbidden extramarital sex seemed more exciting. I bit my uncle's lips mildly and said in a seductive voice, "Don't be jealous of Sam; the same hot bowl is ready to serve your cock too and you will enjoy it, I am sure."

"Of course, beti," said the uncle, "I have been using the bowl that has grown old and is loose due to age and overuse. But tonight I have found a real hot and hungry bowl that, I am sure, can handle a horny bull."

As the uncle said those words, his thick meat was making its way through my most private and intimate alley. Its thickness made me groan but I was too eager to feel the demon inside me and clenched my teeth as his monster dick kept pressing hard and went on slowly stretching the muscles of my vagina till it was fully inserted in my love tunnel. The base of his shaft touched my curly pubic hairs and I embraced him in great passion. We looked at each other feeling how our two bodies became one and we kissed each other deeply. The uncle didn't move and remained static. I was eager to receive his thrusts and so whispered, "Make me feel it inside me."

The uncle started slow tentative movements and displayed no hurry. For about the first ten minutes, he would partially take it back and then push it again. For the first time in life I was enjoying a dick other than Sam's deeply buried in my pussy. I was too aroused and pressed his asses to indicate that I wanted him to thrust. But the uncle kept on teasing me for some more time till I was restless and pleaded to him to plough me hard.

Mr. Nagpal started real hard strokes and the more he gave brutal thrusts, the more I enjoyed and moaned. The hands of the uncle were busy kneading my boobs passionately and it was a wonderful experience for me. I hugged him tightly, lifted my legs to wrap around his back indicating indirectly that I was ready to surrender to him completely. Mr. Nagpal did not frustrate me. He started plowing my wet tunnel like a stud, rapid and hard. I started moaning and soon I was screaming in terrible excitement. More I screamed, the more the uncle accelerated his speed of thrusting. I didn't know how much time lapsed and in between I was reaching one orgasm after another. And finally I felt the uncle becoming stiff and his thrusts had new intensity and very soon I felt his tool spurting jets of warm cum in my craving pussy. It hugged him passionately as an overwhelming orgasm swept me.

It was an experience that I never had with Sam. Once it was over, I cuddled my nude body to that of the uncle. The uncle was still caressing my privates and nibbling my boobs. I hid my face in his hairy chest and enjoyed the naughty things he was doing to me. I didn't know when I had fallen asleep, tired and content at the violent love making. It was Mr. Nagpal sucking my lips hard that awakened me from the slumber later at midnight. I couldn't initially make out where I was. But then the surroundings reminded me where I was. I watched with amazement that the uncle's tool was in its full form again. He whispered to my ears, "Beti, you're hot like a bitch. Why don't we have another session?"

Though he asked the question, he hardly waited for my reply or consent and started sucking my nipples. Despite having enjoyed a violent mating session earlier, my body responded positively to his caress and the fire of lust got ignited in my mind. I pressed my nude body to his while my hands located his massive dick and started caressing it. We had lengthy foreplay and the uncle licked all my privates till I pleaded for another fucking session.

 

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The uncle looked at me and positioned himself on his back on the bed. His throbbing hard meat stood in a perpendicular position. He asked me to ride on him, telling that he liked the woman on top very much. Like a shameless slut, I positioned myself carefully on him, held his hard meat in my palm and took my hole just above his meat. Slowly I moved my hips so that his rod easily slipped inside my tunnel. Mr. Nagpal grunted in pleasure. Once my tunnel had swallowed the entire length of his thick meat, I placed myself completely on his well built body, my hands playing with his hairy chest and my lips sucking his lips. His hands were pressing my buttocks suggesting to start to and fro movement.

I started rotating my hips sensually to feel his hard dick in my tunnel. But the uncle was not satisfied with the slow motion. He gestured to me to be seated on his thighs and do rapid caress of his tool in my quim by accelerating in and out movement. I obeyed his suggestion. After sometime, the uncle slapped hard on my bare asses and asked me to do it faster. As I continued faster movement, he would hold my boobs tightly, pull me towards him and bite and suck my big boobs. I never knew that being on top could be so delightful and exciting. As time lapsed, he started slapping my asses more frequently so that I didn't slow down my pace of moving my cunt in and out on his cock. A time came when we both were thrusting with all our might, me from the too and he from below. My moans and his grunts got juxtaposed and I finally collapsed on him as I was ripped by orgasm and the uncle too started releasing his load once again flooding my pussy walls with his thick juice.

We spent the night in each other's embrace, completely nude. By the time we woke up the next morning, it was already eight in the morning. The effects of wine were no longer there. Looking at us nude and realizing what we had done, I was dying in shame. I had cheated both my husband and the aunty. Mr. Nagpal understood the reason for my remorse, my shame and disgust at what had happened. He tried to convince me that it was normal. But I hurriedly left his place.

Once at home, I cried for having cheated Sam and opening my most private spot to an aged person. I took a long bath under shower as if to clean the dirt. I didn't go to the office that day and applied for sick leave. In the evening, Mr. Nagpal rang but I did not pick up his call. By the time it was seven in the evening, Mr. Nagpal came to our house. He offered to take me to his home that evening too, which I refused. I frankly told him that what we did was not right and I felt guilty. He did not insist that I go with him but requested to watch something. I agreed.

He played the footage of our carnal game recorded in the CCTV of his drawing room and then cunningly said, "If anyone watches this, it will be clear that you were seducing me."

He was correct. It had captured my falling on him under the impact of wine. It also captured me allowing him to unbutton my kurta. I pleaded to him, "Please delete these and help us save our families."

Mr. Nagpal replied with a scheming smile, "I will tell your aunt that you threatened me to surrender to your temptation and the footage will make her believe me. It's you who need to save your marriage, and you can save it, if you keep me pleased always."

We had long arguments. I cried for sometime pleading that what went between us was a mistake and appealed to him emotionally to spare further humiliation. I said to him, "Sir, it was a mistake on our part to have been unfaithful to our spouses and both of us were swept by passion. Let us end it for once and all."

I pleaded for his mercy. But he said in a most obscene way, "Anyone watching the footage will know that it was you who were tempting your old boss. Once I have seen and enjoyed that young and hot sexy body, I can't agree at anything less. It's up to you if you want Sam to know everything or save your marriage with Sam."

I knew I had been badly trapped by him. I wanted to know what he actually wanted. He was plain and outspoken, "I will be your guest tonight and on the same bed where you and Sam make love, you will satisfy me like a real whore and thereafter when your hubby and aunty will be at the station, you will serve me at our mutual convenience."

I couldn't believe that he was such a rascal, to use me first and then blackmail me. I asked him what price he wanted to leave me alone and was stunned by his reply, "I want you to be my hot slut and satisfy me whenever and in whichever way I want."

I was without any alternative and accepted him as my guest for the night. That night Mr. Nagpal treated me like a real slut making me to lick the entire length of his hard cock, caressing his balls with my tongue. He made me kneel down between his legs and perform blowjob on him. He roughly caught my hairs and controlled my head so that he could control my sucking speed. He pushed his hard rod inside my mouth to touch my throat to the point of choking and making me cough. I was shocked by his use of dirty words and his retention power. I had to provide oral service for more than an hour, after which he spurted his huge load in my mouth and smeared my face with his residual cum. I was both tired and disgusted because of the humiliating way Mr. Nagpal abused me. But I thought, at least my ordeal was over for the night.

However, I was wrong in understanding the old horny stud. I picked up a napkin to clean my face that was messed up with sweat and his sticky cum. But Mr. Nagpal prevented me from wiping my face. He ordered in a grave tone, "We are not done yet. Where are you going? No need to wipe your face, let it dry there and then you will look in the mirror how you look like your boss's slut."

He pulled my nude body roughly towards him and I fell on bed beside him. He looked at me gravely and said, "Don't forget, I am your boss. Both your job and married life depends on your keeping me happy and satisfied."

I looked at him with silent questions in my glances. What else did he want from me? He took a hand of mine and guided it to his partially limp cock and said, "Keep caressing the little boy with your palms, lips and tongue till it returns back to its full form."

As he said these words, he pulled my face near his and smooched my lips. Helplessly, I started caressing his flaccid meat. Mr. Nagpal's hands were moving all over my naked body, sometimes pressing my nipples between his fingers, sometimes kneading my tender flesh mounds, sometimes groping my buttocks passionately. He pulled me by the hair guiding my face to his crotch and said, "Use your sexy lips and warm tongue to wake him up."

I simply obeyed his command and as I was sucking his meat again, I could feel it becoming bigger and harder. Mr. Nagpal's right hand that was so long busy kneading my asses slowly made its way from the back to reach my pussy and he inserted a finger in my hole making me shiver and let out a small moan, "Ahh."

Mr. Nagpal smiled as he fingered my cunt and said, "From tomorrow I want to find you on bed completely waxed and smooth. Is that clear?"

"Y_ee_ss Sir, " said I trying to control my gasp and unbearable sensation he was creating by rapid fingerings.

Mr. Nagpal almost pulled my body on his lap so that I lay on his lap with my frontal body part totally exposed to his view. He ordered me to take his tool in my mouth while his hand was slapping my hairy pussy. Then his fingers started playing with my labia lips and one finger went deep inside my hole. It was rotating inside in a circular motion and I let out another moan despite all my efforts to suppress it. Mr. Nagpal seemed to have understood my efforts to suppress it and laughingly said, "You can't suppress what is spontaneous, baby. I know you're a hot baby and you are full of passion to get fucked. Even though you are pretending to be disgusted and helpless, your wet overflowing cunt belies your pretensions."

Telling this Mr. Nagpal moved his two fingers roughly inside my slippery cunt and violently moved them to stimulate my clit. Fresh and involuntary discharge of love juice started flowing from my love spot and I screamed uncontrollably, "Ahhh...please...no...ahhh."

Mr. Nagpal looked at my eyes and said, "You hot bitch, what are you pretending for? Your pond is full of water and my little John must take a dip in that pond."

I knew what he was up to. But I said nothing either to deny or accept what he said. Mr. Nagpal stood on the bed. His hard dick, now fully ready, was near my face. Suddenly without any warning he made me lay on my back and positioned himself on me with his crotch near my face and his face near my pussy and said, "Baby, I will teach you the pleasure of 69 with your boss."

I knew what 69 was and opened my mouth allowing his monster cock to reach my throat. He started to move his pelvis up and down fucking my mouth hard. At the same time his mouth was exploring my most sensitive area. I felt his lips licking my labia lips, sometimes pulling them while his hot tongue was inch by inch making its way in my tunnel. I was having unbearable arousal at what he was doing. But I kept my calm and did not let out my arousal reveal any sign. It became possible as Mr. Nagpal was fucking my mouth so brutally that I felt quite uncomfortable at intervals.

However, the old stud seemed to have guessed my condition and stopped fucking my mouth. Instead he concentrated on eating my pussy in every possible way. For about twenty minutes I maintained my self control. But once his tongue reached my clit and started teasing it, I started moaning unintelligible syllables. This only encouraged Mr. Nagpal, who started to caress my pussy more vigorously. I pleaded with Mr. Nagpal to stop and shamelessly admitted that I wanted his cock right in my pussy.

Mr. Nagpal left 69 positions and positioned himself between my legs. I was also too aroused to receive his thrusts in my pussy and welcomed his invasion by spreading my thighs and exposing my love spot to him. What followed was far more passionate physical intimacy than the previous night. It was a war, it was live, it was a forbidden game between two naked bodies, each devouring the other. I can't recall how long we played the primitive game. All that I remembered was a shattering orgasam that made me hug and bite Mr. Nagpal while he was kneading my breasts most brutally and releasing his load in my love tunnel. Looking at my satisfied face, Mr. Nagpal planted a kiss on my lips and chin and asked, "Do you know now, who is your boss on bed? Sam or me?"

I shyly admitted, "It's you, Sir."

Mr. Nagpal smiled complacently. We two slept in each other's arm completely nude on the very bed where I slept with my husband. When we awoke next morning, there was hardly any question of shame or reservation between two of us. Mr. Nagpal said to me, "You take rest for today also. Come for duty from tomorrow."

"Ok, thank you," I said and meekly asked, "By the way, are you coming here in the evening or shall I go to your place?"

Mr. Nagpal seemed to have expected this and politely replied, "As you wish, baby."

That night too Mr. Nagpal came to our house. We dined together and went to bed like a couple. It was a very amorous night when both of us willingly enjoyed the forbidden physical intimacy without any reservation. That night as we were cuddling on bed Mr. Nagpal asked me to be on my fours and he penetrated me in doggy style. I was amazed by his bull-like strength and surrendered to his wishes as he wanted.

Later that week, as we two were playing with each other's naked body, Mr. Nagpal wanted to know if Sam had ever fucked my ass. Learning that my asshole is virgin he insisted on doing anal. I was afraid and didn't agree. But the next night, while we were at their house, Mr. Nagpal brought KY Jelly and used my asshole for his monster meat. However, I didn't enjoy it much. But to keep him happy, I had to offer my ass to him now and then. He also taught me to perform blowjobs on him. By the time Sam returned from tour, I had been to bed with Mr. Nagpal more than a dozen times and all my holes were accessed by Mr. Nagpal.

Mrs. Nagpal remained stranded for more than a month due to restrictions on those coming from abroad. As Sam joined, Mr. Nagpal gave him more and more tour assignments so that he could enjoy better proximity with me. After Mrs. Nagpal returned from abroad, I was transferred to the Production Section as the Executive Assistant to Mr. Nagpal. Quite often I had to accompany him in meetings and we finally ended up in bed in some posh hotel after such meetings. Our extramarital and forbidden relationship has been going on for more than a year now without raising anyone's suspicion so far. It was really a python's grip from which I could not free myself both in literal and symbolic sense. I have, however, ensured that Sam has his due share whenever he wants to have sex with me. I know I am cuckolding Sam, but my relationship with Mr. Nagpal has become a fascinating habit.

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