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When I looked in the mirror my face was a mess. My makeup was half undone, and my hair looked crumbled. I was in a room which was small by my standards, but my heart was full of excitement. It took some time for me to realize that this was my first night after marriage.
"You cannot imagine how happy I am today," he said. "I never thought I would be lucky enough to marry you. You were always a part of all my fantasies."
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I said nothing, although these words seemed to create a nostalgic memory for me. It seemed I had heard them before, but I didn't care. I hugged him. He was tall and a little dark. His lean and muscular body was perfectly embracing mine. I knew we complimented each other perfectly, at least physically.
Suddenly, he started kissing my face all over. Slowly his expression was changing from love to lust. I knew that he was horny for me, like every other guy, but tonight I was his. He started kissing me hard on my lips, and bit them till they started to ooze a little blood. I didn't care as I was willing to be devoured and used that night. Now his hands were all over my body, and he was all over me like an animal hunting for the first time.
My saree was haphazardly draped, and now it had started opening up due to his aggressiveness. I tried to calm him down, although deep down I could feel that I wanted the same. I wanted this guy desperately.
I tried to push him back gently, but he held my waist and pulled me so hard that I crashed against his body. My saree drapes were touching the floor by now. My deep cleavage in my dark blouse was completely visible to him, and I could see his expression changing as he looked at my assets.
"Remove my shirt!" he ordered in a distinctly sort of attitude.
I looked at him with an expression that said that I don't take orders from anybody, but soon I started unbuttoning his shirt because I knew that I was the slave of my own lust. As I opened each button, I saw his bare chest for the first time and his well-formed muscles, and I wanted to kiss him all over his chest. Until I'd helped him to get rid of his shirt, his eyes were glued to my cleavage. Immediately he took my face in his palms and kissed me again on my lips, licking the little blood which had oozed.
I couldn't help but kiss him back, hard and wild. He immediately sensed my desire, and thrust his tongue inside my mouth. It became hard for me to breathe, and I tried to push him back, in vain.
I felt wetness between my legs already, probably because I wasn't wearing any panties. His hands were busy caressing my breasts. His big palms were almost able to hold and squeeze them completely. I wondered why I hadn't fucked this guy even once before marriage - so unlike me!
He started unhooking my blouse, one by one, and with each button he revealed the red bridal bra which was trying hard to hold my boobs. He removed my blouse completely, and I saw the lust in his eyes for me. I was standing there in a bra and a crumbled saree skirt. He brushed his fingers on my bulging boobs, tugging at the outline of my cups. The look in his eyes was of a small child who had just opened up a treasure box.
"You are so much more than I thought," he said, and picked me up in his arms.
I was surprised by the ease with which he carried me to the bed.
As soon as I was in his arms I could feel that I was dripping in my own juices. My heart raced thinking about what was going to happen. He made me lie down, and came over to me. Then he buried his face in my chest and before I could even realize, he was licking me all over while my palms and fingers explored his burly back. I could feel his face, tongue, hair all over my neck and cleavage, scratching my delicate skin.
I could now start to feel him growing big as he pulled my bra up without unhooking it. My boobs popped out, and stayed tight together because of the elastic.
He pinched my nipples one by one and said: "I'm going mad. Sorry in advance for what I am going to do to you."
I just smiled and thought: "I hope he satisfies me, and doesn't disappoint me!"
He got down from the bed, and removed his clothes. A thin but quite long shaft popped out. It was brown and shining in the dim light of the room. I wanted to taste and wrap my lips around it, but couldn't say the same, for fear of his judgment on our first night. I pretended not to look at his dick when he looked at me. He immediately went back to work on my still held together globes. His tongue was doing magic on my nipples as he sucked like a small boy who doesn't know how to arouse a woman. But still it felt so raw and sexy.
I could feel a wave of desire building in my body. I wanted his thing rammed inside me hard, and so did he. After sucking hard on my erect nipples, he started pulling up my saree. My pussy was all ready to be fucked and banged hard. In one quick snatch he removed my saree, and the rest of my clothes, but he left my bra holding my boobs in that uncomfortable position.
Then to my surprise he got down and asked me to climb on top of him. I spread my legs and sat on him. He was shivering with excitement and so was I, although maybe a little less. He adjusted his manhood to slip it inside me, which happened almost immediately due to my overflowing pussy. I could feel him deep inside me - just the way I had imagined. He slowly started pumping me while I sat on him, riding him like a horse, or maybe a bitch on heat. He was doing it so well that I could feel his dick moving against my walls, each and every movement, and it filled me with ecstasy. I started moving my hips in a circular motion, and then up and down. I was not in control anymore, and wanted him to fuck me harder now.
He started pumping even harder which made my tits jump up and down like bouncing balls, and led to my bra becoming unclasped.
"Ah, finally," I thought.
He held my breasts and pinched my erect nipples hard, causing me a piercing pain which nevertheless didn't affect me. He started moaning and after a while called me filthy names, which made me even more horny. By now he had started thrusting into me very hard, and I was enjoying every bit of it. Then suddenly I felt a lot of wetness over my thighs.
"No way!" I exclaimed in my mind. "Is he done already?" I wished not, but to my utter dismay it was the truth.
He had released his juices into my pussy, which was craving for more sex. He kissed my cheeks, got up, and went outside the room. I got up in frustration, flabbergasted. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like screaming with anger. I felt used, and without anything in return, and that was not like me.
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I went to the bathroom and banged the door, and then suddenly my eyes opened.
"Where was I?" I murmured to myself.
It was not my house. I was sleeping somewhere else, on some other bed. It took me some time to realize that I had come for a quickie at someone else's house. I was so lost in my head, when I heard Harshdeep coming upstairs.
He exclaimed: "So you're awake, honey! Here's your pill."
I realized that I was in my colleague Harshdeep's bedroom, and it was already 5 pm in the evening.
It was the day when our entire unit teams were on an office outing together. It was a rare event and since there were several teams, my occasional though favorite fuck buddy from another team was also there. He was one handsome guy, and married.
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I was married the first time I met him. We had shared an instant spark and rapport and things grew quickly between us, and so we continuously used to sneak out for some casual sex, his house or mine. But since we had to be really careful to hide our relationship from others in the office, we always maintained a low profile. During the whole of the event his eyes were searching for me and I caught him staring at me many times. We had exchanged some smiles and some messages on the phone already, mostly him complimenting my assets.
"You're looking super-hot today! I want to lick those tits poking through your wet shirt. Want to come home with me?" he had asked in a message.
My shirt was wet as I'd been inside a water park with some of my girl colleagues. My nipples were poking due to the cold weather and the water. (Which I only realized after his message). I'm sure I would have caused an erection in several dicks while I danced away to Bollywood tunes under a rain shower with my erect nipples.
"Yes, I want to come home with you and get my boobs squeezed!" I replied.
With this message I went near him, and bent to tie my shoelaces so as to give him a good peek of my melons, tied tightly in a red lacy bra. He got a bit embarrassed at first, but then a smile came to his face.
"C'mon, let's get to the TT table!" I called out to my girlfriends, smiling at him as I passed by.
Table tennis always reminded me of my husband; he was a champion player and won many awards, and it was one of the qualities that attracted me to him. I quickly took a picture of me with the table tennis table to send to my husband, as I didn't want him to disturb me for the next couple of hours or so. Once done, I got back to making my fuck-buddy lust for me.
I enjoyed the spectators surrounding us while I played table tennis, which kept my boobs bouncing and fighting to come out of their bra bondage.
I continued for some time until I got a message from my fuck buddy: "Let's finish the lunch and then we can sneak out, I can't take any more of your sexiness today."
Although I wanted to tease him more, by attracting each and every guy there, I decided to obey him and listen to my own bodily urges. Giving the excuse that I was hungry and tired, I convinced a friend to have early lunch with me. I told a few people that I had to leave, and wouldn't be taking the office bus back to work. I left the venue and went to his car in the parking lot.
"You cannot imagine how happy I am today," he said. "I never thought I would be lucky enough to marry you. You were always a part of all my fantasies."
I said nothing, although these words seemed to create a nostalgic memory for me. It seemed I had heard them before, but I didn't care. I hugged him. He was tall and a little dark. His lean and muscular body was perfectly embracing mine. I knew we complimented each other perfectly, at least physically.
Suddenly, he started kissing my face all over. Slowly his expression was changing from love to lust. I knew that he was horny for me, like every other guy, but tonight I was his. He started kissing me hard on my lips, and bit them till they started to ooze a little blood. I didn't care as I was willing to be devoured and used that night. Now his hands were all over my body, and he was all over me like an animal hunting for the first time.
My saree was haphazardly draped, and now it had started opening up due to his aggressiveness. I tried to calm him down, although deep down I could feel that I wanted the same. I wanted this guy desperately.
I tried to push him back gently, but he held my waist and pulled me so hard that I crashed against his body. My saree drapes were touching the floor by now. My deep cleavage in my dark blouse was completely visible to him, and I could see his expression changing as he looked at my assets.
"Remove my shirt!" he ordered in a distinctly sort of attitude.
I looked at him with an expression that said that I don't take orders from anybody, but soon I started unbuttoning his shirt because I knew that I was the slave of my own lust. As I opened each button, I saw his bare chest for the first time and his well-formed muscles, and I wanted to kiss him all over his chest. Until I'd helped him to get rid of his shirt, his eyes were glued to my cleavage. Immediately he took my face in his palms and kissed me again on my lips, licking the little blood which had oozed.
I couldn't help but kiss him back, hard and wild. He immediately sensed my desire, and thrust his tongue inside my mouth. It became hard for me to breathe, and I tried to push him back, in vain.
I felt wetness between my legs already, probably because I wasn't wearing any panties. His hands were busy caressing my breasts. His big palms were almost able to hold and squeeze them completely. I wondered why I hadn't fucked this guy even once before marriage - so unlike me!
He started unhooking my blouse, one by one, and with each button he revealed the red bridal bra which was trying hard to hold my boobs. He removed my blouse completely, and I saw the lust in his eyes for me. I was standing there in a bra and a crumbled saree skirt. He brushed his fingers on my bulging boobs, tugging at the outline of my cups. The look in his eyes was of a small child who had just opened up a treasure box.
"You are so much more than I thought," he said, and picked me up in his arms.
I was surprised by the ease with which he carried me to the bed.
As soon as I was in his arms I could feel that I was dripping in my own juices. My heart raced thinking about what was going to happen. He made me lie down, and came over to me. Then he buried his face in my chest and before I could even realize, he was licking me all over while my palms and fingers explored his burly back. I could feel his face, tongue, hair all over my neck and cleavage, scratching my delicate skin.
I could now start to feel him growing big as he pulled my bra up without unhooking it. My boobs popped out, and stayed tight together because of the elastic.
He pinched my nipples one by one and said: "I'm going mad. Sorry in advance for what I am going to do to you."
I just smiled and thought: "I hope he satisfies me, and doesn't disappoint me!"
He got down from the bed, and removed his clothes. A thin but quite long shaft popped out. It was brown and shining in the dim light of the room. I wanted to taste and wrap my lips around it, but couldn't say the same, for fear of his judgment on our first night. I pretended not to look at his dick when he looked at me. He immediately went back to work on my still held together globes. His tongue was doing magic on my nipples as he sucked like a small boy who doesn't know how to arouse a woman. But still it felt so raw and sexy.
I could feel a wave of desire building in my body. I wanted his thing rammed inside me hard, and so did he. After sucking hard on my erect nipples, he started pulling up my saree. My pussy was all ready to be fucked and banged hard. In one quick snatch he removed my saree, and the rest of my clothes, but he left my bra holding my boobs in that uncomfortable position.
Then to my surprise he got down and asked me to climb on top of him. I spread my legs and sat on him. He was shivering with excitement and so was I, although maybe a little less. He adjusted his manhood to slip it inside me, which happened almost immediately due to my overflowing pussy. I could feel him deep inside me - just the way I had imagined. He slowly started pumping me while I sat on him, riding him like a horse, or maybe a bitch on heat. He was doing it so well that I could feel his dick moving against my walls, each and every movement, and it filled me with ecstasy. I started moving my hips in a circular motion, and then up and down. I was not in control anymore, and wanted him to fuck me harder now.
He started pumping even harder which made my tits jump up and down like bouncing balls, and led to my bra becoming unclasped.
"Ah, finally," I thought.
He held my breasts and pinched my erect nipples hard, causing me a piercing pain which nevertheless didn't affect me. He started moaning and after a while called me filthy names, which made me even more horny. By now he had started thrusting into me very hard, and I was enjoying every bit of it. Then suddenly I felt a lot of wetness over my thighs.
"No way!" I exclaimed in my mind. "Is he done already?" I wished not, but to my utter dismay it was the truth.
He had released his juices into my pussy, which was craving for more sex. He kissed my cheeks, got up, and went outside the room. I got up in frustration, flabbergasted. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like screaming with anger. I felt used, and without anything in return, and that was not like me.
I went to the bathroom and banged the door, and then suddenly my eyes opened.
"Where was I?" I murmured to myself.
It was not my house. I was sleeping somewhere else, on some other bed. It took me some time to realize that I had come for a quickie at someone else's house. I was so lost in my head, when I heard Harshdeep coming upstairs.
He exclaimed: "So you're awake, honey! Here's your pill."
I realized that I was in my colleague Harshdeep's bedroom, and it was already 5 pm in the evening.
It was the day when our entire unit teams were on an office outing together. It was a rare event and since there were several teams, my occasional though favorite fuck buddy from another team was also there. He was one handsome guy, and married.
I was married the first time I met him. We had shared an instant spark and rapport and things grew quickly between us, and so we continuously used to sneak out for some casual sex, his house or mine. But since we had to be really careful to hide our relationship from others in the office, we always maintained a low profile. During the whole of the event his eyes were searching for me and I caught him staring at me many times. We had exchanged some smiles and some messages on the phone already, mostly him complimenting my assets.
"You're looking super-hot today! I want to lick those tits poking through your wet shirt. Want to come home with me?" he had asked in a message.
My shirt was wet as I'd been inside a water park with some of my girl colleagues. My nipples were poking due to the cold weather and the water. (Which I only realized after his message). I'm sure I would have caused an erection in several dicks while I danced away to Bollywood tunes under a rain shower with my erect nipples.
"Yes, I want to come home with you and get my boobs squeezed!" I replied.
With this message I went near him, and bent to tie my shoelaces so as to give him a good peek of my melons, tied tightly in a red lacy bra. He got a bit embarrassed at first, but then a smile came to his face.
"C'mon, let's get to the TT table!" I called out to my girlfriends, smiling at him as I passed by.
Table tennis always reminded me of my husband; he was a champion player and won many awards, and it was one of the qualities that attracted me to him. I quickly took a picture of me with the table tennis table to send to my husband, as I didn't want him to disturb me for the next couple of hours or so. Once done, I got back to making my fuck-buddy lust for me.
I enjoyed the spectators surrounding us while I played table tennis, which kept my boobs bouncing and fighting to come out of their bra bondage.
I continued for some time until I got a message from my fuck buddy: "Let's finish the lunch and then we can sneak out, I can't take any more of your sexiness today."
Although I wanted to tease him more, by attracting each and every guy there, I decided to obey him and listen to my own bodily urges. Giving the excuse that I was hungry and tired, I convinced a friend to have early lunch with me. I told a few people that I had to leave, and wouldn't be taking the office bus back to work. I left the venue and went to his car in the parking lot.
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Being the sports loving guy that he was, he had his **censored** SUV. I knew that the fact we were both leaving alone from the venue, and without asking anyone else, might put some questions in a few people's minds; but I couldn't care less about it that time. It was a long drive from the resort to his home. I knew what we both had in our minds, I was excited and my heart was racing. I never could figure out why I felt like that every time we were together, or just before having sex. I always had an amazing time with him.
"This way mam!" he said, and opened the car door for me.
I smiled and hopped in. As I passed, he scraped my ass with his body. My heart skipped a beat.
"So how was your day, Miya?" he asked.
"It was fun," I told him.
"Believe me, the best time of the day is about to begin." He smiled and winked at me.
I knew he was absolutely right, but I chose not to reply and instead posted back a question with a smile: "How was your day?"
"Well, today I couldn't help my eyes get off you - my day was spent chasing the most gorgeous lady in my office!" he said.
By this time we had already hit the highway.
I gave a shy smile, and said: "I missed you too."
He interlaced his fingers with mine and kissed my hands, his eyes still glued on the road. After a few minutes I freed my hands from his, and adjusted my bra, which was hurting a little.
"Hey, don't distract me girl! Anyway, it's the toughest job to concentrate on the road with you beside me!" he said.
I gave a naughty smile, and then couldn't stop myself from teasing him more.
"Guess my boobs are too heavy for this bra, I might as well get rid of it," I said, lowering my tone for the last words.
He was awestruck. "Wow! If you really do that, I might become your slave," he said with excitement and expectation. "But I know you won't," he said, trying to spur me on.
I liked to keep them loose anyway, and would have done it even without his efforts. Although it was exciting to seduce him in his car on the highway.
"Alright, I will remove it, but you have to remove something too," I said.
"You never know - I might remove everything after seeing you without a bra," he winked.
I smiled and said: "Can you help me unhook it?"
"Shit! You serious?" he exclaimed.
I turned around, and pulled up my shirt from the back.
"You are one hell of a sexy girl" he continued, and with that unhooked my bra, which immediately snapped open.
I slipped the straps of my bra from my shoulders, one by one. I could see him getting restless as I did so. I pulled out the bra from under my shirt, and decorated it gracefully over the dashboard to tease him more. The red lace contrasted against the black background.
"What's up with you today, sweetheart?" he said with a surprise, and looked at me.
My milk jugs were now hanging loose, and my erect nipples were easily visible through my shirt. They always hardened whenever I removed my bra. But this time there was no doubt I was turned on as well, and hence the hardness was more prominent.
He turned his head at least four times to sneak a peek at me, as I relaxed on the seat with my arms behind the head rest. My chest was thrust out and my melons bounced at each and every imperfection of the road. My eyes were closed, when suddenly the car came to a screeching halt. I was startled as he immediately put his rather long arms around my waist, and pulled me towards him, his other hand cupping my right breast and his lips forced on mine.
His eyes closed and so did mine while we interlocked our lips, his tongue trying to find a way inside my mouth. He kissed me hard, and then slipped his hands under my shirt to fondle my breasts; he caressed and pressed them as we smooched for what seemed like an eternity. Those few minutes were bliss. I was completely lost in him, and forgot about where we were. His hands were now crushing both my boobs, and his grip was tight around my body.
Suddenly my phone rang, and we got hold of ourselves. It was my husband checking with me about my return plans, as he usually picked me up from the office in the evenings. I told him it would take more than a couple of hours, and I might try to come back on my own. Harshdeep continued fondling me all the time I was talking to my husband; he pinched my nipple and a shriek escaped from my mouth.
"Are you alright? What happened?" my husband asked.
"Nothing, just tripped on my heels. Talk to you later honey, muahs." I snapped the call.
I scolded Harshdeep for troubling me while on the call, to which he just smiled. "I know you enjoyed it, and want me to do more of that when we reach my house."
I knew he was right, and just nodded like an obedient puppy to her master.
We soon reached his house; as always I wrapped a scarf around my face and put on my shades to ensure that no one recognized me around his place. As we entered the house my excitement had no bounds. His wife was out of town. I entered and, being familiar with the place, went straight to the kitchen to get some water for myself.
I turned around to find him standing behind me and smiling.
"Don't you think you have teased me a lot today? It might not be good for you to keep me waiting and teasing for so long," he continued. "You have every reason to be scared now baby."
And then he started unbuttoning my jeans.
"What's wrong with you?" I said, laughing, and ran to the living room.
"You looked so sexy while wet in the rain dance today, I want to fuck you in the shower!"
"That would be super steamy," I thought to myself, and couldn't stop appreciating him in my mind for the proposal.
"Yeah, sounds good," I mumbled, feeling weak at the knees.
Hearing that, he immediately came near me and kissed me on the lips. His tongue kept exploring my lips, then his tongue and teeth. His hands successfully pulled down my jeans from my buttocks, to expose my red lacy panties, given to me by my husband as an anniversary present.
"Get rid of those jeans, and follow me Miya," he ordered sternly.
It felt so erotic, and I could feel his sense of overpowering masculinity. He took the stairs to his bedroom and I followed him, wearing just my shirt and panties. His chest was masculine, and he had wide arms, being a lot bigger than my hubby. He made me feel so delicate around him, and I was always smitten by his huge size, and the way I felt like a little woman in front of him. I loved it when I had to get on my toes to kiss him on the lips, and the way he could pick me up while kissing. I followed him like his **censored** pet to his room. As soon as I entered, he pulled me to him, and picked me up. I realized that he was already off with his jeans.
"Heyyy..." I shrieked, but he knew exactly what he was doing.
He took me to his washroom, and stood under the big rain shower.
I looked into his eyes with nervousness and surprise.
He looked at me and said: "I want to see your beauty in every possible way. Are you ready baby?"
I couldn't help but nod in affirmation. Still holding me in his arms, he started the shower. As the gush of warm water trickled over his head to mine, he pressed his lips against mine again. I could slowly feel my body getting wet from top to bottom, as water trickled down my hair, my arms, and my thighs and drenched my shirt. I could feel my grip around his neck start to loosen. My shirt was drenched, and as expected my nipples started to poke through the thin fabric.
He stared at them and said: "That's what I was dying to see,Miya!" His eyes were glued to my poking tits.
"And that's what I wanted to hear!" I said, mesmerized by his glistening masculine body under the water.
I pulled myself up and licked the water from his ear lobes.
"Do u want to have a better look darling? I sometimes feel I have this body just so that you can use it," I whispered in his ears.
And then I pulled up my wet shirt over my head, and letting go of my grip around his neck I put my arms behind my back. The water dripped on my now naked breasts. I closed my eyes to be able to imagine the most amazing experience I was about to get. He helped me whisk away my shirt and threw it into the corner.
"Oh my! You are incredible Miya!" he exclaimed ,and then pulled me up as I stood on my toes.
For the first time, I felt my own wetness dripping down my pussy, as I felt the warmth of his mouth against my nipple. His tongue was teasing it, licking all the water around it, and after a pause he opened his mouth, took my nipple and sucked hard on it. I moaned with pleasure, thinking how his mouth was able to cover half my boob along with the nipple. He kept sucking and gulping the shower water like a hungry baby.
"Ah..." I moaned again, and with that he became more vigorous.
I pulled my other breast and fed him the other nipple. To my surprise he took them both together and squeezed them against each other and put both my nipples in his mouth. I opened my eyes to see how my boobs were being ravaged by him. I couldn't stop staring at the sight, as it made me wetter.
"Wow, someone seems to have a big mouth!" I teased him.
"I am sure you too have a big mouth," he snapped back, after letting my boobs go free, followed by a wink.
I could clearly understand the hidden subtext in his words. I could feel some pain in my breasts due to his work, but that felt good at that moment.
He then gently put me down, my feet resting on the slippery wet floor. I still held his arms tight.
"You are making me go crazy," I said.
"This way mam!" he said, and opened the car door for me.
I smiled and hopped in. As I passed, he scraped my ass with his body. My heart skipped a beat.
"So how was your day, Miya?" he asked.
"It was fun," I told him.
"Believe me, the best time of the day is about to begin." He smiled and winked at me.
I knew he was absolutely right, but I chose not to reply and instead posted back a question with a smile: "How was your day?"
"Well, today I couldn't help my eyes get off you - my day was spent chasing the most gorgeous lady in my office!" he said.
By this time we had already hit the highway.
I gave a shy smile, and said: "I missed you too."
He interlaced his fingers with mine and kissed my hands, his eyes still glued on the road. After a few minutes I freed my hands from his, and adjusted my bra, which was hurting a little.
"Hey, don't distract me girl! Anyway, it's the toughest job to concentrate on the road with you beside me!" he said.
I gave a naughty smile, and then couldn't stop myself from teasing him more.
"Guess my boobs are too heavy for this bra, I might as well get rid of it," I said, lowering my tone for the last words.
He was awestruck. "Wow! If you really do that, I might become your slave," he said with excitement and expectation. "But I know you won't," he said, trying to spur me on.
I liked to keep them loose anyway, and would have done it even without his efforts. Although it was exciting to seduce him in his car on the highway.
"Alright, I will remove it, but you have to remove something too," I said.
"You never know - I might remove everything after seeing you without a bra," he winked.
I smiled and said: "Can you help me unhook it?"
"Shit! You serious?" he exclaimed.
I turned around, and pulled up my shirt from the back.
"You are one hell of a sexy girl" he continued, and with that unhooked my bra, which immediately snapped open.
I slipped the straps of my bra from my shoulders, one by one. I could see him getting restless as I did so. I pulled out the bra from under my shirt, and decorated it gracefully over the dashboard to tease him more. The red lace contrasted against the black background.
"What's up with you today, sweetheart?" he said with a surprise, and looked at me.
My milk jugs were now hanging loose, and my erect nipples were easily visible through my shirt. They always hardened whenever I removed my bra. But this time there was no doubt I was turned on as well, and hence the hardness was more prominent.
He turned his head at least four times to sneak a peek at me, as I relaxed on the seat with my arms behind the head rest. My chest was thrust out and my melons bounced at each and every imperfection of the road. My eyes were closed, when suddenly the car came to a screeching halt. I was startled as he immediately put his rather long arms around my waist, and pulled me towards him, his other hand cupping my right breast and his lips forced on mine.
His eyes closed and so did mine while we interlocked our lips, his tongue trying to find a way inside my mouth. He kissed me hard, and then slipped his hands under my shirt to fondle my breasts; he caressed and pressed them as we smooched for what seemed like an eternity. Those few minutes were bliss. I was completely lost in him, and forgot about where we were. His hands were now crushing both my boobs, and his grip was tight around my body.
Suddenly my phone rang, and we got hold of ourselves. It was my husband checking with me about my return plans, as he usually picked me up from the office in the evenings. I told him it would take more than a couple of hours, and I might try to come back on my own. Harshdeep continued fondling me all the time I was talking to my husband; he pinched my nipple and a shriek escaped from my mouth.
"Are you alright? What happened?" my husband asked.
"Nothing, just tripped on my heels. Talk to you later honey, muahs." I snapped the call.
I scolded Harshdeep for troubling me while on the call, to which he just smiled. "I know you enjoyed it, and want me to do more of that when we reach my house."
I knew he was right, and just nodded like an obedient puppy to her master.
We soon reached his house; as always I wrapped a scarf around my face and put on my shades to ensure that no one recognized me around his place. As we entered the house my excitement had no bounds. His wife was out of town. I entered and, being familiar with the place, went straight to the kitchen to get some water for myself.
I turned around to find him standing behind me and smiling.
"Don't you think you have teased me a lot today? It might not be good for you to keep me waiting and teasing for so long," he continued. "You have every reason to be scared now baby."
And then he started unbuttoning my jeans.
"What's wrong with you?" I said, laughing, and ran to the living room.
"You looked so sexy while wet in the rain dance today, I want to fuck you in the shower!"
"That would be super steamy," I thought to myself, and couldn't stop appreciating him in my mind for the proposal.
"Yeah, sounds good," I mumbled, feeling weak at the knees.
Hearing that, he immediately came near me and kissed me on the lips. His tongue kept exploring my lips, then his tongue and teeth. His hands successfully pulled down my jeans from my buttocks, to expose my red lacy panties, given to me by my husband as an anniversary present.
"Get rid of those jeans, and follow me Miya," he ordered sternly.
It felt so erotic, and I could feel his sense of overpowering masculinity. He took the stairs to his bedroom and I followed him, wearing just my shirt and panties. His chest was masculine, and he had wide arms, being a lot bigger than my hubby. He made me feel so delicate around him, and I was always smitten by his huge size, and the way I felt like a little woman in front of him. I loved it when I had to get on my toes to kiss him on the lips, and the way he could pick me up while kissing. I followed him like his **censored** pet to his room. As soon as I entered, he pulled me to him, and picked me up. I realized that he was already off with his jeans.
"Heyyy..." I shrieked, but he knew exactly what he was doing.
He took me to his washroom, and stood under the big rain shower.
I looked into his eyes with nervousness and surprise.
He looked at me and said: "I want to see your beauty in every possible way. Are you ready baby?"
I couldn't help but nod in affirmation. Still holding me in his arms, he started the shower. As the gush of warm water trickled over his head to mine, he pressed his lips against mine again. I could slowly feel my body getting wet from top to bottom, as water trickled down my hair, my arms, and my thighs and drenched my shirt. I could feel my grip around his neck start to loosen. My shirt was drenched, and as expected my nipples started to poke through the thin fabric.
He stared at them and said: "That's what I was dying to see,Miya!" His eyes were glued to my poking tits.
"And that's what I wanted to hear!" I said, mesmerized by his glistening masculine body under the water.
I pulled myself up and licked the water from his ear lobes.
"Do u want to have a better look darling? I sometimes feel I have this body just so that you can use it," I whispered in his ears.
And then I pulled up my wet shirt over my head, and letting go of my grip around his neck I put my arms behind my back. The water dripped on my now naked breasts. I closed my eyes to be able to imagine the most amazing experience I was about to get. He helped me whisk away my shirt and threw it into the corner.
"Oh my! You are incredible Miya!" he exclaimed ,and then pulled me up as I stood on my toes.
For the first time, I felt my own wetness dripping down my pussy, as I felt the warmth of his mouth against my nipple. His tongue was teasing it, licking all the water around it, and after a pause he opened his mouth, took my nipple and sucked hard on it. I moaned with pleasure, thinking how his mouth was able to cover half my boob along with the nipple. He kept sucking and gulping the shower water like a hungry baby.
"Ah..." I moaned again, and with that he became more vigorous.
I pulled my other breast and fed him the other nipple. To my surprise he took them both together and squeezed them against each other and put both my nipples in his mouth. I opened my eyes to see how my boobs were being ravaged by him. I couldn't stop staring at the sight, as it made me wetter.
"Wow, someone seems to have a big mouth!" I teased him.
"I am sure you too have a big mouth," he snapped back, after letting my boobs go free, followed by a wink.
I could clearly understand the hidden subtext in his words. I could feel some pain in my breasts due to his work, but that felt good at that moment.
He then gently put me down, my feet resting on the slippery wet floor. I still held his arms tight.
"You are making me go crazy," I said.
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I again stood on my toes and kissed his lips, and then immediately dropped to my knees. I could now witness the hardness as I tried to break his cock free from his under garment. I slowly slipped his pants down, and his big tool popped out. He was quite fair and so was his tool, fair and pink. Frankly I was looking at it closely for the first time; it was at least twice the size of my hubby's cock, and he was not even fully erect as it hung down. It still looked monstrous and my craving for it increased with every drop of shower water on it.
I stroked it a couple of times with my long thin fingers, and I loved the way I was able to use both my hands on his tool. Soon the pink delicate crown appeared from his thing. It looked so fresh and tasty.
"Shall I lick it?" I thought to myself. "What will he think of me?"
We had had sex just couple of times before, but we had never got involved in oral fun. I was reluctant but kept staring and stroking it with my hands.
I looked up to see the expression on his face, but what I saw made it clear what I wanted to do. He was enjoying the shower with his eyes closed, and his well chiseled body looked like a rock holding back the gush of water. The light was making his body sparkle, and at just the right places. It felt as if there was nothing in this world that he couldn't do, I knew I was smitten by his charm and aura. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment than to make this guy happy and satisfied. I closed my eyes and kissed his crown.
Surprised, he held my face with his palms and looked down at me. "Hey! Are you sure?" he said, and smiled at me.
I looked back into his eyes with a wicked expression, and gave a naughty smile.
"You'll love it," I said.
"It might be not clean!" he snapped.
"That's why I have a long tongue darling, to clean dirty cocks," I replied mischievously.
My words leased even more life into his tool, and I could feel it stiffening and becoming thicker in my hands. I had never seen a cock that huge and stiff. I removed my hands from around his shaft, and held his waist to pull him near. I first touched the small crack in his pink crown with the tip of my tongue and wriggled my tongue near it for some time.
I then wrapped my mouth around his tool, and slowly sucked the water from it. It tasted a little sour, which made me even more horny. I nibbled and sucked it like candy. I'm sure I licked his cock completely clean with my tongue. I didn't even realize when my hands reached his buttocks, and I was almost eating him. I continued for some time, making him moan louder. I made sure to suck on his hanging testicles and nibbled on them softly.
Suddenly I started to gag, and I stopped as I was already gasping for air. His thing stuffed down my throat and the water flowing on my face didn't help matters. I had a fair amount of experience in sucking a man's cock, but it had been mostly my husband's modestly sized tool, which I could take completely in my mouth without any difficulty.
Moreover, I never had to blow my hubby for more than 5 minutes, as he used to cum by then. I started coughing a bit as I tried to part away from his monstrous cock, but to my utter surprise he held my hair roughly and forced me back on his rod, almost choking me. I was shocked by his action but not offended, as I acted like his slave. Deep down I wanted to satisfy him completely, and didn't want him to feel that I was not able to blow well. I took a deep breath and then took it in my mouth again as far as I could.
"Aahh!" he moaned, louder than usual.
I knew I was doing a good job on him, but seeing him in so much pleasure made me proud and hornier at the same time. He continued pushing his shaft inside my mouth, but I was still only able to accommodate around just over half of his cock. I could feel his pre-cum leaking in my mouth, but to my utter disbelief I still continued. I did not find it gross at all, and that was so unlike me. I was learning new things about me through this person, for whom I would have done anything in the world at that moment. This went on for nearly 15 minutes, and I was surprised how he kept himself hard and resisted cumming in my mouth.
He could then finally see my face turning red with his rough treatment, and pulled me away from his thing and made me stand.
"Looks like it was too much for you," he quipped.
My mouth was hurting a bit after my hard work, and I wasn't even able to reply. He gave me a passionate kiss and we exchanged saliva with the taste of his juices.
"I love you darling, you are incredible Miya, and yes you too have a big and wonderful mouth," he joked.
Then he picked me up like a baby with my legs across his waist. I could feel his hardness against my clit through the thin panties I was wearing. It almost made my heart skip a beat.
I looked into his eyes, and whispered: "What are you going to do?"
"I am going to ravage your little cunt," he replied.
"With my panties on?" I continued with a naughty smile.
He smiled back. "I am sure you can deal with that, unless you want to go back with torn panties," he retorted.
"I can manage anything for you my master," I said, and with that I pulled myself up a bit and used my hands to slide the panties sideways to expose my naked pussy.
As I did, he didn't miss the chance to bite on my nipples again. Then he slowly loosened his grip, to make me slide on his rod. His rod slowly made its way inside my hole, which was so wet and ready just for him. I was surprised by the ease that the humongous thing entered my pussy. I guess I had always underestimated myself! It felt like a perfect union of his thing and my hole as I held my head back and cried in pleasure, as he humped me in the same pose, with me wrapped around him as he stood below the shower.
As he continued to pound me in a rhythmic motion, I thought to myself: "This position was never possible with my husband."
My husband was not much taller than me, and stood just about a couple of inches more than me. There was no possibility of him lifting me in that pose for more than a minute or so, let alone sliding his average cock inside me and trying to hump me.
He slowly started to increase the speed at which he was pumping me, making my breasts go up and down frantically. I was now in a different world, and I never wanted this experience to end. He made me rest against the bathroom wall and humped me harder, his arms against my waist and his big palms grabbing my ass. I could feel him hitting my innermost walls which I hardly thought was possible.
"Oh shit, I can do this forever," I murmured.
But by then he had started losing his grip on me, and I almost slipped.
He helped me to get to my feet, and said: "Come to my bed darling." He held my arms and brought me out.
"But I am so wet," I said.
He smiled back at me. "I know baby, and my cock could feel the wetness."
"I mean I am literally wet, and your bed will become wet too!" I said.
"I don't care, Miya. All I care now is about the other wetness in you, and I want my cock to explore it more."
With that he just pushed me on the bed. I was taken aback by his sudden display of manly power over me, and the moments like this when I felt so smitten by his masculinity.
However, I adjusted myself on a couple of pillows as he came upon me, our wet bodies touching each other. He looked into my eyes, and removed the wet strands of hair from my face. With my legs wide apart and his thing ready to enter me again, my heart was beating faster than ever. He lowered onto me with his dick entering my hole at the same moment as his lips touched mine.
With him even the regular missionary position seemed so erotic and new. He started pumping me harder than ever, and in no time we both reached our moment of bliss together. It was then that I came back to my senses, as he lay over me with our sweat now mixed with the shower water. He moved over me, and lay beside me. I felt something flowing out of my pussy, and at that moment I realized he had released his manly juices inside me.
I looked towards him, and he seemed to understand me and said: "Don't worry, I'll get you the morning after pill from a nearby store," and left the room after putting on new clothes.
As I opened my eyes on his bed after a short nap and the wedding night dream, I found him standing next to the bed with the pills. I took them, and then checked my phone with sleepy eyes.
I saw a message from my husband: "Let me know when to pick you up from the office."
I didn't bother to reply at that time. I got up slowly, which made his juices run down my legs to my feet. I went to the washroom and cleaned myself, making sure to leave some fluids inside me so that I could feel his presence even when we were apart. I asked him to drop me near my house.
"How was your day?" my husband asked once I was back at home.
"It was very good, I had fun," I replied.
"You seem exhausted, is everything alright?" he asked again.
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"Yeah," I replied, "maybe it's due to the water sports." I smiled, and smiled even more in my mind.
"Go on darling, get some rest," he said, and kissed me on the forehead. He continued: "I won't trouble you tonight, although you know how tough it is for me to stay away from your gorgeous body."
I smiled back. I knew I loved him, and would never want to lose him. It was only that my sexual urges were out of control around Harshdeep.
"Love you honey," I said and kissed him good night.
THE-END
I stroked it a couple of times with my long thin fingers, and I loved the way I was able to use both my hands on his tool. Soon the pink delicate crown appeared from his thing. It looked so fresh and tasty.
"Shall I lick it?" I thought to myself. "What will he think of me?"
We had had sex just couple of times before, but we had never got involved in oral fun. I was reluctant but kept staring and stroking it with my hands.
I looked up to see the expression on his face, but what I saw made it clear what I wanted to do. He was enjoying the shower with his eyes closed, and his well chiseled body looked like a rock holding back the gush of water. The light was making his body sparkle, and at just the right places. It felt as if there was nothing in this world that he couldn't do, I knew I was smitten by his charm and aura. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment than to make this guy happy and satisfied. I closed my eyes and kissed his crown.
Surprised, he held my face with his palms and looked down at me. "Hey! Are you sure?" he said, and smiled at me.
I looked back into his eyes with a wicked expression, and gave a naughty smile.
"You'll love it," I said.
"It might be not clean!" he snapped.
"That's why I have a long tongue darling, to clean dirty cocks," I replied mischievously.
My words leased even more life into his tool, and I could feel it stiffening and becoming thicker in my hands. I had never seen a cock that huge and stiff. I removed my hands from around his shaft, and held his waist to pull him near. I first touched the small crack in his pink crown with the tip of my tongue and wriggled my tongue near it for some time.
I then wrapped my mouth around his tool, and slowly sucked the water from it. It tasted a little sour, which made me even more horny. I nibbled and sucked it like candy. I'm sure I licked his cock completely clean with my tongue. I didn't even realize when my hands reached his buttocks, and I was almost eating him. I continued for some time, making him moan louder. I made sure to suck on his hanging testicles and nibbled on them softly.
Suddenly I started to gag, and I stopped as I was already gasping for air. His thing stuffed down my throat and the water flowing on my face didn't help matters. I had a fair amount of experience in sucking a man's cock, but it had been mostly my husband's modestly sized tool, which I could take completely in my mouth without any difficulty.
Moreover, I never had to blow my hubby for more than 5 minutes, as he used to cum by then. I started coughing a bit as I tried to part away from his monstrous cock, but to my utter surprise he held my hair roughly and forced me back on his rod, almost choking me. I was shocked by his action but not offended, as I acted like his slave. Deep down I wanted to satisfy him completely, and didn't want him to feel that I was not able to blow well. I took a deep breath and then took it in my mouth again as far as I could.
"Aahh!" he moaned, louder than usual.
I knew I was doing a good job on him, but seeing him in so much pleasure made me proud and hornier at the same time. He continued pushing his shaft inside my mouth, but I was still only able to accommodate around just over half of his cock. I could feel his pre-cum leaking in my mouth, but to my utter disbelief I still continued. I did not find it gross at all, and that was so unlike me. I was learning new things about me through this person, for whom I would have done anything in the world at that moment. This went on for nearly 15 minutes, and I was surprised how he kept himself hard and resisted cumming in my mouth.
He could then finally see my face turning red with his rough treatment, and pulled me away from his thing and made me stand.
"Looks like it was too much for you," he quipped.
My mouth was hurting a bit after my hard work, and I wasn't even able to reply. He gave me a passionate kiss and we exchanged saliva with the taste of his juices.
"I love you darling, you are incredible Miya, and yes you too have a big and wonderful mouth," he joked.
Then he picked me up like a baby with my legs across his waist. I could feel his hardness against my clit through the thin panties I was wearing. It almost made my heart skip a beat.
I looked into his eyes, and whispered: "What are you going to do?"
"I am going to ravage your little cunt," he replied.
"With my panties on?" I continued with a naughty smile.
He smiled back. "I am sure you can deal with that, unless you want to go back with torn panties," he retorted.
"I can manage anything for you my master," I said, and with that I pulled myself up a bit and used my hands to slide the panties sideways to expose my naked pussy.
As I did, he didn't miss the chance to bite on my nipples again. Then he slowly loosened his grip, to make me slide on his rod. His rod slowly made its way inside my hole, which was so wet and ready just for him. I was surprised by the ease that the humongous thing entered my pussy. I guess I had always underestimated myself! It felt like a perfect union of his thing and my hole as I held my head back and cried in pleasure, as he humped me in the same pose, with me wrapped around him as he stood below the shower.
As he continued to pound me in a rhythmic motion, I thought to myself: "This position was never possible with my husband."
My husband was not much taller than me, and stood just about a couple of inches more than me. There was no possibility of him lifting me in that pose for more than a minute or so, let alone sliding his average cock inside me and trying to hump me.
He slowly started to increase the speed at which he was pumping me, making my breasts go up and down frantically. I was now in a different world, and I never wanted this experience to end. He made me rest against the bathroom wall and humped me harder, his arms against my waist and his big palms grabbing my ass. I could feel him hitting my innermost walls which I hardly thought was possible.
"Oh shit, I can do this forever," I murmured.
But by then he had started losing his grip on me, and I almost slipped.
He helped me to get to my feet, and said: "Come to my bed darling." He held my arms and brought me out.
"But I am so wet," I said.
He smiled back at me. "I know baby, and my cock could feel the wetness."
"I mean I am literally wet, and your bed will become wet too!" I said.
"I don't care, Miya. All I care now is about the other wetness in you, and I want my cock to explore it more."
With that he just pushed me on the bed. I was taken aback by his sudden display of manly power over me, and the moments like this when I felt so smitten by his masculinity.
However, I adjusted myself on a couple of pillows as he came upon me, our wet bodies touching each other. He looked into my eyes, and removed the wet strands of hair from my face. With my legs wide apart and his thing ready to enter me again, my heart was beating faster than ever. He lowered onto me with his dick entering my hole at the same moment as his lips touched mine.
With him even the regular missionary position seemed so erotic and new. He started pumping me harder than ever, and in no time we both reached our moment of bliss together. It was then that I came back to my senses, as he lay over me with our sweat now mixed with the shower water. He moved over me, and lay beside me. I felt something flowing out of my pussy, and at that moment I realized he had released his manly juices inside me.
I looked towards him, and he seemed to understand me and said: "Don't worry, I'll get you the morning after pill from a nearby store," and left the room after putting on new clothes.
As I opened my eyes on his bed after a short nap and the wedding night dream, I found him standing next to the bed with the pills. I took them, and then checked my phone with sleepy eyes.
I saw a message from my husband: "Let me know when to pick you up from the office."
I didn't bother to reply at that time. I got up slowly, which made his juices run down my legs to my feet. I went to the washroom and cleaned myself, making sure to leave some fluids inside me so that I could feel his presence even when we were apart. I asked him to drop me near my house.
"How was your day?" my husband asked once I was back at home.
"It was very good, I had fun," I replied.
"You seem exhausted, is everything alright?" he asked again.
"Yeah," I replied, "maybe it's due to the water sports." I smiled, and smiled even more in my mind.
"Go on darling, get some rest," he said, and kissed me on the forehead. He continued: "I won't trouble you tonight, although you know how tough it is for me to stay away from your gorgeous body."
I smiled back. I knew I loved him, and would never want to lose him. It was only that my sexual urges were out of control around Harshdeep.
"Love you honey," I said and kissed him good night.
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Hello! This is Rajeshwar Rao, 19 years, hail, healthy and happy living boy. I belong to a village 80 miles away from the city. Ours is an agricultural family. This incident which I am writing now did take place on the first night of the lockdown period.
Though I am only 19 years of age and grew up in a village atmosphere, I was tall and strong. After passing my Inter II year, last year, that was in 2019, I came to the city to do graduation.
My elder sister lived in the city. My elder sister Priya Bhavani Shankar was 32 years old and 13 years older than me. She was the mother of three children. Her daughter is 9 years old. She also had two sons who were twins of 5 years old. My brother-in-law was 10 years older than my sister. He worked as a security guard at a security agency. He was generally posted to the nearby PSU.
In the city, I got an engineering seat in a reputed college which was situated on the outskirts of the city (suburban area). This college was around 35 km away from my married sister’s place. So I thought of renting a room in the proximity of the college and started searching for it.
To my luck, I got a room hardly 1 km from my college. The room was like a hall. I liked it a lot because I could enter my room from the roadside. And there was no disturbance from the owner. The house owner wanted a reference and I gave my BIL’s name.
Then the owner asked me to bring my sister and BIL for authentication and I took them to my new place. He was satisfied and gave me the room. So I started staying there and attending college. I was very industrious and concentrated more on my studies and improvement of English. At the same time, I was also visiting the net cafe and used to see porn sites now and then.
The college academic session was coming to an end. The first year exams were scheduled for April 2020 and we were given preparation holidays from 20th March. It was the period of the Covid 19 pandemic. The Govt. announcements were issued to maintain physical distance and wear masks.
On the 24th of that month (Tuesday) at about 5 in the evening, my elder sister came to my place with rice and some rations and money sent by my parents. As she was leaving for her house, I requested her to stay that night. She accepted and informed her husband about it.
It was night 8 pm. My Akka (sister) prepared meals for us. We had dinner and after that, we were in front of the mini TV, watching the news. It was announced that from midnight onward, there will be a nationwide lockdown and it will continue till the government's further notice. Now the city was in panic.
After listening to the news on TV, my elder didi and jiju, asking him what to do. He asked her to stay with me and as soon as the lockdown was lifted, he would come and take her home. Then didi asked jiju to take care of the children.
At 8.30 pm, we went to bed. Before going to the bed, my married sister removed her saree and blouse, folded them and kept them on the table. She didn’t know how many days she had to stay with me and had to re-use the only dress she had on her body.
She was now in a petticoat and bodice. It is a type of bra which covers almost the entire upper body and covers the breasts fully. It is a kind of mini blouse without sleeves. Then I gave my bedding to Akka and spread a mat at her side. Then I laid down. We had a general talk and then we slept. As it was the month of April, the summer season, we didn’t cover our bodies with bedsheets. Later in the night, I felt thirsty and looked at the radium dial timepiece. It was showing at 11.30.
While getting up to have water, I turned my face toward my married sister. The moment I saw didi in the limited light (bed light), my thirst and also my sleep vanished. I was just looking at didi.
She was on her back. She had folded one leg and raised it slightly. Her right hand was raised above and kept under her head. As she raised her leg, her petticoat was raised too, revealing her calf. Two hooks of her bodice were opened and because of this, the right side flap was also raised high.
I could see the glimpse of my married sister’s firm boob. The base of it was shining in the bedroom light. Her breasts were rising and falling rhythmically according to her breath. Her body was dusky coloured. My mouth dried up. Then I turned my head to her waist. Her waist was also shining smoothly. Her navel was deep and dark.
My eyes drifted further down. Below her petticoat knot, there was a slit of 6 or 7 inches through which her mound was glimpsing. Her love canal was visible at one time and not at another. As I saw my sister like that, my dick started inflating under the lungi. All the incest sex stories that I had read till then were coming in my mind.
Then with a thumping heart, I put my hand on my sleeping married sister’s waist. Aaaahh! How soft and smooth her waist was, I thought. Slowly, I started running my palm there smoothly. She didn’t move and I got more courage. Then slowly I bent forward on her face. I thought of kissing her cheek and I bent on her face. Within a few inch distance, my married sister’s face was in front of me.
I was mesmerized to see that my sibling was so beautiful in her sleep. I hadn’t seen such beauty before. There were hardly two inches between my hungry lips and my sleeping sister’s cheek. Then I stopped because my warm breath might cause disturbance to her sleep.
I turned my face toward Didi's waist again. With a raising heart, I extended my hand toward her stomach. Oh! My fingers were touching her skin now. I slowly started caressing her stomach and waist. Still, there was no movement from her.
Again, slowly bending forward now, I kissed my married sister’s navel. Then I looked at her. Still, no movement. So I took out my tongue and put it inside her navel and rotated it. Now there was a sudden shudder in her body and quickly I laid on the mat!
Now I was watching Didi's face. There was no other reaction from her. Her breasts were rhythmically moving up and down according to her breath. So I got up again and this time, I took the right flap of my sleeping sister’s bodice and slowly pulled it up.
Centimeter by centimeter, my married sister’s right boob was coming out of confinement. By the time I pulled it up and her boob became naked, it took me 5 long minutes. Along with her right flap, her left flap also raised. Now her right bust was fully naked while her left was half-naked. My elder sister’s boobs were firm. In the middle, there were sexy rings (areolas). I don’t know whether they were black or brown. The tips were thick and perky. Her boobs and nipples were turning me mad.
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I thought, “This is wrong.. What am I doing?! If Didi wakes up, she will kill me.
Then I thought, “But I am not in a position to control myself either.”
Then I put my trembling hand on my sleeping sister’s right milk pot. There was no movement. Slowly, I pressed my palm down. Her boob was slowly pressed down and as I loosened my pressure, it inflated back like a balloon.
I did it like that for three-four minutes, i.e. pressing and releasing. I was so excited. My gaze turned to her waist again. I removed my hand from her boob and stretched it to her waist. Slowly caressing her, I took the knot of her petticoat and pulled it. It opened.
Then with fear, I looked at my sleeping sister. Her breath was systematic. Her boobs were moving up and down as per her inhale and exhale. She was sleeping peacefully. Having more courage, I pushed my hand inside my didi’s petticoat. First, I felt her smooth lower abdomen and then a rough slope. I knew what it was. She might have shaved a week back or so. I felt the roughness of her growth.
With great excitement, my palm moved further down. Oh my God! My palm on my married sister’s swollen pussy! My-my! How swollen it was. My two fingers i.e. my forefinger and my ring finger fell on her pouted vertical lips, while the middle finger was exactly on her opening.
I had to control myself not to push my middle finger at her. Then I doubted if my palm was still there, she might wake up. Fearing again I switched to her juicy mangoes. I was in a dilemma where to look. Either at her crotch or her rhythmic boobs.
But now I became bold because even after keeping my hand over the most sensitive part, she didn’t stir. So I boldly kept my hand on her firm boob and pressed it. I took her stiffened nipple in my forefinger and thumb and slowly twisted. I was so excited that I pulled my lungi away and held my raging dick in my left fist and my right hand on my sleeping sister’s swollen boob.
Playing with her boob, I started moving my fist up and down. The touch of her firm boob and soft skin took me to heaven! I closed my eyes in delirium and stroked my manhood and pressed her tit.
I don’t know how long it happened, but suddenly, I heard, “So, this is how your studies are going on, um?” And I opened my eyes. Didi’s eyes were opened and were staring at my both hands. By seeing her opening her eyes, my heart came to my throat. Then quickly I removed my hands from both. Now my married sister was facing me with anger-filled eyes. I was in front of her with my naked dick which was still hard. She looked at it and then at her boob and my face.
Me: Didi.. (I mumbled.)
She was looking at my dick now, then at her breasts, and then again at my face. Three-four times, she did the same. By then, my 7.5 inches long tool had cooled down and now it was like a dead mouse. There was anger in her eyes and she stared at me sternly.
Then I said: Sorry didi, I am very sorry. I won’t do it again. Please didi, I never did such a thing previously. It happened today for the first time. My eyes were full of tears and I was stammering. She was staring at me like that only.
Then she asked: Since when is this going on?
Her tone was harsh.
Me: Only today, Akka.
She said angrily: Lies are also coming from your mouth.
Me: Promise didi, today only (again I mumbled).
Then she asked: How did it happen only today?
I did not know what to tell. So I kept quiet.
Then she asked again: Tell me, why exactly did it happen today?
There was a demand in my married sister’s voice.
Though I am only 19 years of age and grew up in a village atmosphere, I was tall and strong. After passing my Inter II year, last year, that was in 2019, I came to the city to do graduation.
My elder sister lived in the city. My elder sister Priya Bhavani Shankar was 32 years old and 13 years older than me. She was the mother of three children. Her daughter is 9 years old. She also had two sons who were twins of 5 years old. My brother-in-law was 10 years older than my sister. He worked as a security guard at a security agency. He was generally posted to the nearby PSU.
In the city, I got an engineering seat in a reputed college which was situated on the outskirts of the city (suburban area). This college was around 35 km away from my married sister’s place. So I thought of renting a room in the proximity of the college and started searching for it.
To my luck, I got a room hardly 1 km from my college. The room was like a hall. I liked it a lot because I could enter my room from the roadside. And there was no disturbance from the owner. The house owner wanted a reference and I gave my BIL’s name.
Then the owner asked me to bring my sister and BIL for authentication and I took them to my new place. He was satisfied and gave me the room. So I started staying there and attending college. I was very industrious and concentrated more on my studies and improvement of English. At the same time, I was also visiting the net cafe and used to see porn sites now and then.
The college academic session was coming to an end. The first year exams were scheduled for April 2020 and we were given preparation holidays from 20th March. It was the period of the Covid 19 pandemic. The Govt. announcements were issued to maintain physical distance and wear masks.
On the 24th of that month (Tuesday) at about 5 in the evening, my elder sister came to my place with rice and some rations and money sent by my parents. As she was leaving for her house, I requested her to stay that night. She accepted and informed her husband about it.
It was night 8 pm. My Akka (sister) prepared meals for us. We had dinner and after that, we were in front of the mini TV, watching the news. It was announced that from midnight onward, there will be a nationwide lockdown and it will continue till the government's further notice. Now the city was in panic.
After listening to the news on TV, my elder didi and jiju, asking him what to do. He asked her to stay with me and as soon as the lockdown was lifted, he would come and take her home. Then didi asked jiju to take care of the children.
At 8.30 pm, we went to bed. Before going to the bed, my married sister removed her saree and blouse, folded them and kept them on the table. She didn’t know how many days she had to stay with me and had to re-use the only dress she had on her body.
She was now in a petticoat and bodice. It is a type of bra which covers almost the entire upper body and covers the breasts fully. It is a kind of mini blouse without sleeves. Then I gave my bedding to Akka and spread a mat at her side. Then I laid down. We had a general talk and then we slept. As it was the month of April, the summer season, we didn’t cover our bodies with bedsheets. Later in the night, I felt thirsty and looked at the radium dial timepiece. It was showing at 11.30.
While getting up to have water, I turned my face toward my married sister. The moment I saw didi in the limited light (bed light), my thirst and also my sleep vanished. I was just looking at didi.
She was on her back. She had folded one leg and raised it slightly. Her right hand was raised above and kept under her head. As she raised her leg, her petticoat was raised too, revealing her calf. Two hooks of her bodice were opened and because of this, the right side flap was also raised high.
I could see the glimpse of my married sister’s firm boob. The base of it was shining in the bedroom light. Her breasts were rising and falling rhythmically according to her breath. Her body was dusky coloured. My mouth dried up. Then I turned my head to her waist. Her waist was also shining smoothly. Her navel was deep and dark.
My eyes drifted further down. Below her petticoat knot, there was a slit of 6 or 7 inches through which her mound was glimpsing. Her love canal was visible at one time and not at another. As I saw my sister like that, my dick started inflating under the lungi. All the incest sex stories that I had read till then were coming in my mind.
Then with a thumping heart, I put my hand on my sleeping married sister’s waist. Aaaahh! How soft and smooth her waist was, I thought. Slowly, I started running my palm there smoothly. She didn’t move and I got more courage. Then slowly I bent forward on her face. I thought of kissing her cheek and I bent on her face. Within a few inch distance, my married sister’s face was in front of me.
I was mesmerized to see that my sibling was so beautiful in her sleep. I hadn’t seen such beauty before. There were hardly two inches between my hungry lips and my sleeping sister’s cheek. Then I stopped because my warm breath might cause disturbance to her sleep.
I turned my face toward Didi's waist again. With a raising heart, I extended my hand toward her stomach. Oh! My fingers were touching her skin now. I slowly started caressing her stomach and waist. Still, there was no movement from her.
Again, slowly bending forward now, I kissed my married sister’s navel. Then I looked at her. Still, no movement. So I took out my tongue and put it inside her navel and rotated it. Now there was a sudden shudder in her body and quickly I laid on the mat!
Now I was watching Didi's face. There was no other reaction from her. Her breasts were rhythmically moving up and down according to her breath. So I got up again and this time, I took the right flap of my sleeping sister’s bodice and slowly pulled it up.
Centimeter by centimeter, my married sister’s right boob was coming out of confinement. By the time I pulled it up and her boob became naked, it took me 5 long minutes. Along with her right flap, her left flap also raised. Now her right bust was fully naked while her left was half-naked. My elder sister’s boobs were firm. In the middle, there were sexy rings (areolas). I don’t know whether they were black or brown. The tips were thick and perky. Her boobs and nipples were turning me mad.
I thought, “This is wrong.. What am I doing?! If Didi wakes up, she will kill me.
Then I thought, “But I am not in a position to control myself either.”
Then I put my trembling hand on my sleeping sister’s right milk pot. There was no movement. Slowly, I pressed my palm down. Her boob was slowly pressed down and as I loosened my pressure, it inflated back like a balloon.
I did it like that for three-four minutes, i.e. pressing and releasing. I was so excited. My gaze turned to her waist again. I removed my hand from her boob and stretched it to her waist. Slowly caressing her, I took the knot of her petticoat and pulled it. It opened.
Then with fear, I looked at my sleeping sister. Her breath was systematic. Her boobs were moving up and down as per her inhale and exhale. She was sleeping peacefully. Having more courage, I pushed my hand inside my didi’s petticoat. First, I felt her smooth lower abdomen and then a rough slope. I knew what it was. She might have shaved a week back or so. I felt the roughness of her growth.
With great excitement, my palm moved further down. Oh my God! My palm on my married sister’s swollen pussy! My-my! How swollen it was. My two fingers i.e. my forefinger and my ring finger fell on her pouted vertical lips, while the middle finger was exactly on her opening.
I had to control myself not to push my middle finger at her. Then I doubted if my palm was still there, she might wake up. Fearing again I switched to her juicy mangoes. I was in a dilemma where to look. Either at her crotch or her rhythmic boobs.
But now I became bold because even after keeping my hand over the most sensitive part, she didn’t stir. So I boldly kept my hand on her firm boob and pressed it. I took her stiffened nipple in my forefinger and thumb and slowly twisted. I was so excited that I pulled my lungi away and held my raging dick in my left fist and my right hand on my sleeping sister’s swollen boob.
Playing with her boob, I started moving my fist up and down. The touch of her firm boob and soft skin took me to heaven! I closed my eyes in delirium and stroked my manhood and pressed her tit.
I don’t know how long it happened, but suddenly, I heard, “So, this is how your studies are going on, um?” And I opened my eyes. Didi’s eyes were opened and were staring at my both hands. By seeing her opening her eyes, my heart came to my throat. Then quickly I removed my hands from both. Now my married sister was facing me with anger-filled eyes. I was in front of her with my naked dick which was still hard. She looked at it and then at her boob and my face.
Me: Didi.. (I mumbled.)
She was looking at my dick now, then at her breasts, and then again at my face. Three-four times, she did the same. By then, my 7.5 inches long tool had cooled down and now it was like a dead mouse. There was anger in her eyes and she stared at me sternly.
Then I said: Sorry didi, I am very sorry. I won’t do it again. Please didi, I never did such a thing previously. It happened today for the first time. My eyes were full of tears and I was stammering. She was staring at me like that only.
Then she asked: Since when is this going on?
Her tone was harsh.
Me: Only today, Akka.
She said angrily: Lies are also coming from your mouth.
Me: Promise didi, today only (again I mumbled).
Then she asked: How did it happen only today?
I did not know what to tell. So I kept quiet.
Then she asked again: Tell me, why exactly did it happen today?
There was a demand in my married sister’s voice.
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Then I said slowly: I don’t know.
She: I will tear you apart if you don’t tell me.
Her voice was so harsh that my whole body shuddered.
Then I said: I am afraid.
She asked: Weren’t you afraid when you touched your sister’s choochi?
And I was completely silent. Seeing me not answering her, she calmed down and said slowly –
She: Tell me..What made you do it today? I won’t say anything if you say the truth (she consoled me).
Me: Promise?
And I looked into her eyes.
She: Promise, I won’t tell anything and I won’t scold you also.
Now her tone was soft.
Me: Voon..voon, it is you.. your..
I was stammering.
She: Voon.. your what, what?
She insisted on my words. There was no anger on her face. Rather, I saw there was curiosity and anxiety.
Me: By seeing you like this..
And I stopped again.
She: Like this means? Oooh! Do you mean by seeing me in my petticoat and bodice?
I nodded my head in ‘yes’.
She: Hmm.
Then didi sighed deeply and said –
She: I have to do something. Otherwise, you will spoil your education and health.
The moment she said this, I looked at her with fear. Then I said –
Me: Please didi, I won’t do it again. Please don’t say anything to me.
There were tears in my eyes.
Then she said and asked: Don’t cry. By seeing me like that, what did you think?
But I didn’t say anything.
She: Tell me. If you tell me, I will allow you to do what you thought.
Now I was shocked to hear her words.
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My sister smiled at me and slowly said: Yes, what you heard is correct. Once your desire is fulfilled, you will be able to concentrate on your studies. This is for your studies only.
Then her fingers combed my hair with affection. After four or five minutes of calmness, didi said –
She: Rajooo, whatever you want to do, do it now.
And she pulled me closer to her. I was happy that my married sister was not angry at me. I was filled with desire and looked at her beautiful breasts. She understood my desire filled looks and asked-
She: Do you want to play with them?
Slowly, one by one she removed the remaining hooks of her bodice. Her brown color choochis were shining in the light. She had dark brown rings at the peak and her nipples were stiff like black grapes.
Then she asked: Are they beautiful? (She held one breast in her hand and showed it to me, pressing slightly.)
I simply nodded my head in ‘yes’.
Then she said: Whatever you want to do, do it.
I slowly stretched my hand to my sister’s boob and stopped in hesitation. Seeing my fear, she took my hand and kept it on her one tit. I gathered more courage and pressed Didi's boob hard. She moaned sweetly.
That moan gave me even more courage and I started pressing her breasts like dough. I was taking her black grapes in my fingers and twisting them. Then didi closed her eyes. I don’t know whether she closed her eyes because of satisfaction or pain.
After playing with my sister’s milk jugs for a while, I bent forward and took her one long stiff nipple in my mouth and started sucking. Her nipples were long and stiff as if long black grapes. She put her hand on my head and pressed it to her boob.
Now I was sucking her nipples one after the other and she closed her eyes again. It seemed that she was enjoying my sucking.
After about 5 minutes of sucking, I raised my head and called –
Me: Akkaaa… (didi).
Then she said without opening her eyes.
She: Hoon..
Then I called her again. Now she opened her eyes and looked at me as if ‘what’? Then I made my lips in ‘O’ shape and showed her as if asking for a kiss. She smiled at this. Her smile was so cute, that I felt that the moonlight had flooded me.
She said: Naughty fellow!
And she gave a light slap on my head and closed my lips with hers. That was all I knew. Our lips entangled, entwined with each other and started slurping our saliva.
A smile danced on her lips. I saw love, affection on my sweet didi’s lips. Then I called her after our kiss session –
Me: Didi.
She looked at me again as if what now. I didn’t say anything. There was a fear in me to ask what I wanted.
Then she asked: Now what does my dear brother want?
Me: Didi.. there.. there.. kiss..
And I stopped. I didn’t dare to complete it. My elder sister understood my desire and smiled. She pushed my head down. I quickly slipped down with joy.
I don’t know when didi had pulled her petticoat from her legs. Now her lower portion was bare. I ran my palm on her thighs. Her thighs were smooth, strong and were in good shape. Her thighs and the lower part below her waist were fairer than the upper portion.
The moment I came between her thighs; she opened them like a book. My god! How cute her thighs were. I wished to kiss them as I saw them. Her flower was giving a sweet aroma. It was fully swollen like a puffed malpua. Her thick pussy lips were like orange pieces, firm and juicy.
With excitement, I put my mouth there. The aroma of her sweet flower filled my nostrils. Then I took her cunt lips with mine and sucked. Didi moaned and pressed my head to her crotch. Using all my book knowledge, I was licking and lapping didi’s chut (cunt).
While pressing there with my nose, I pushed my tongue deep into my sister’s oozing pussy. There were continuous moans from didi’s mouth and pressing my head to hers as I was licking and sucking her.
She: Aaamaa.. haaa.. issh.. abba.. orey Rajoo.. you are killing me.
She was blabbering and pressing my head to her pussy, as if she wanted my whole head in her.
My head was sandwiched between her thighs. As I was continuing licking, she suddenly said –
She: Hhaaaa… mmm..
And she reached her climax and released the juices from her cunt. I started slurping and swallowing the aromatic salty juices, as they came from her spring well. We both were tired now. We were panting. My eyes closed with happiness. She was also in the same state. Then she called me affectionately-
She: Orey Rajoo.
Then I opened my eyes. I was still between her thighs. I raised my head and looked at her. She pulled me up and gave me a warm kiss on my lips. I just lay there looking at my sweet sister’s face.
Then she asked: Orey, are you happy now?
Me: Maa Akka manchidi (my darling sister).
I said this and kissed her beautiful eyes. I wanted to fuck my married sister. But how? I had to ask her. I could not summon the courage to ask. I again attacked her sweet lemons, squeezing, pressing and sucking and pinching the nipples.
In between my thighs, my penis turned as an iron rod. My dick grew tall and poked in her thighs. I could feel the touch of her pouty lips. Slowly, I pressed my waist there.
Then she asked: Orey Raju, do you want to fuck?
And she ran her fingers in my hair. I never expected that my Akka would speak such vulgar words like that. I gaped at her in wonder. Then she asked again –
She: What, my dear brother? Do you have a wish to fuck your sister?
I simply nodded my head in ‘yes’.
She: Then what are you waiting for? Just start the play!
And she widened her thighs. I was in her thighs now. My stiff shaft was on her pussy lips. I felt as if her pussy lips were opened. Didi with her one had opened her cunt lips and with the other, she took my cock and guided it between the lips.
She: I will tear you apart if you don’t tell me.
Her voice was so harsh that my whole body shuddered.
Then I said: I am afraid.
She asked: Weren’t you afraid when you touched your sister’s choochi?
And I was completely silent. Seeing me not answering her, she calmed down and said slowly –
She: Tell me..What made you do it today? I won’t say anything if you say the truth (she consoled me).
Me: Promise?
And I looked into her eyes.
She: Promise, I won’t tell anything and I won’t scold you also.
Now her tone was soft.
Me: Voon..voon, it is you.. your..
I was stammering.
She: Voon.. your what, what?
She insisted on my words. There was no anger on her face. Rather, I saw there was curiosity and anxiety.
Me: By seeing you like this..
And I stopped again.
She: Like this means? Oooh! Do you mean by seeing me in my petticoat and bodice?
I nodded my head in ‘yes’.
She: Hmm.
Then didi sighed deeply and said –
She: I have to do something. Otherwise, you will spoil your education and health.
The moment she said this, I looked at her with fear. Then I said –
Me: Please didi, I won’t do it again. Please don’t say anything to me.
There were tears in my eyes.
Then she said and asked: Don’t cry. By seeing me like that, what did you think?
But I didn’t say anything.
She: Tell me. If you tell me, I will allow you to do what you thought.
Now I was shocked to hear her words.
My sister smiled at me and slowly said: Yes, what you heard is correct. Once your desire is fulfilled, you will be able to concentrate on your studies. This is for your studies only.
Then her fingers combed my hair with affection. After four or five minutes of calmness, didi said –
She: Rajooo, whatever you want to do, do it now.
And she pulled me closer to her. I was happy that my married sister was not angry at me. I was filled with desire and looked at her beautiful breasts. She understood my desire filled looks and asked-
She: Do you want to play with them?
Slowly, one by one she removed the remaining hooks of her bodice. Her brown color choochis were shining in the light. She had dark brown rings at the peak and her nipples were stiff like black grapes.
Then she asked: Are they beautiful? (She held one breast in her hand and showed it to me, pressing slightly.)
I simply nodded my head in ‘yes’.
Then she said: Whatever you want to do, do it.
I slowly stretched my hand to my sister’s boob and stopped in hesitation. Seeing my fear, she took my hand and kept it on her one tit. I gathered more courage and pressed Didi's boob hard. She moaned sweetly.
That moan gave me even more courage and I started pressing her breasts like dough. I was taking her black grapes in my fingers and twisting them. Then didi closed her eyes. I don’t know whether she closed her eyes because of satisfaction or pain.
After playing with my sister’s milk jugs for a while, I bent forward and took her one long stiff nipple in my mouth and started sucking. Her nipples were long and stiff as if long black grapes. She put her hand on my head and pressed it to her boob.
Now I was sucking her nipples one after the other and she closed her eyes again. It seemed that she was enjoying my sucking.
After about 5 minutes of sucking, I raised my head and called –
Me: Akkaaa… (didi).
Then she said without opening her eyes.
She: Hoon..
Then I called her again. Now she opened her eyes and looked at me as if ‘what’? Then I made my lips in ‘O’ shape and showed her as if asking for a kiss. She smiled at this. Her smile was so cute, that I felt that the moonlight had flooded me.
She said: Naughty fellow!
And she gave a light slap on my head and closed my lips with hers. That was all I knew. Our lips entangled, entwined with each other and started slurping our saliva.
A smile danced on her lips. I saw love, affection on my sweet didi’s lips. Then I called her after our kiss session –
Me: Didi.
She looked at me again as if what now. I didn’t say anything. There was a fear in me to ask what I wanted.
Then she asked: Now what does my dear brother want?
Me: Didi.. there.. there.. kiss..
And I stopped. I didn’t dare to complete it. My elder sister understood my desire and smiled. She pushed my head down. I quickly slipped down with joy.
I don’t know when didi had pulled her petticoat from her legs. Now her lower portion was bare. I ran my palm on her thighs. Her thighs were smooth, strong and were in good shape. Her thighs and the lower part below her waist were fairer than the upper portion.
The moment I came between her thighs; she opened them like a book. My god! How cute her thighs were. I wished to kiss them as I saw them. Her flower was giving a sweet aroma. It was fully swollen like a puffed malpua. Her thick pussy lips were like orange pieces, firm and juicy.
With excitement, I put my mouth there. The aroma of her sweet flower filled my nostrils. Then I took her cunt lips with mine and sucked. Didi moaned and pressed my head to her crotch. Using all my book knowledge, I was licking and lapping didi’s chut (cunt).
While pressing there with my nose, I pushed my tongue deep into my sister’s oozing pussy. There were continuous moans from didi’s mouth and pressing my head to hers as I was licking and sucking her.
She: Aaamaa.. haaa.. issh.. abba.. orey Rajoo.. you are killing me.
She was blabbering and pressing my head to her pussy, as if she wanted my whole head in her.
My head was sandwiched between her thighs. As I was continuing licking, she suddenly said –
She: Hhaaaa… mmm..
And she reached her climax and released the juices from her cunt. I started slurping and swallowing the aromatic salty juices, as they came from her spring well. We both were tired now. We were panting. My eyes closed with happiness. She was also in the same state. Then she called me affectionately-
She: Orey Rajoo.
Then I opened my eyes. I was still between her thighs. I raised my head and looked at her. She pulled me up and gave me a warm kiss on my lips. I just lay there looking at my sweet sister’s face.
Then she asked: Orey, are you happy now?
Me: Maa Akka manchidi (my darling sister).
I said this and kissed her beautiful eyes. I wanted to fuck my married sister. But how? I had to ask her. I could not summon the courage to ask. I again attacked her sweet lemons, squeezing, pressing and sucking and pinching the nipples.
In between my thighs, my penis turned as an iron rod. My dick grew tall and poked in her thighs. I could feel the touch of her pouty lips. Slowly, I pressed my waist there.
Then she asked: Orey Raju, do you want to fuck?
And she ran her fingers in my hair. I never expected that my Akka would speak such vulgar words like that. I gaped at her in wonder. Then she asked again –
She: What, my dear brother? Do you have a wish to fuck your sister?
I simply nodded my head in ‘yes’.
She: Then what are you waiting for? Just start the play!
And she widened her thighs. I was in her thighs now. My stiff shaft was on her pussy lips. I felt as if her pussy lips were opened. Didi with her one had opened her cunt lips and with the other, she took my cock and guided it between the lips.
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I pressed my bulbous knob between my sister’s pouted lips and gave a strong push. Didi screamed in pain. She closed her eyes tightly to bear the pain. My long dick was embedded in her tight and warm sheath. Didi’s cunt was really very tight. Her inner walls were giving friction to my rod.
Didi screamed as I stopped, but did not pull it out. I lay there on her, embedded my rod in her. Two or three minutes later, I slowly started moving. Without pulling my member, I was humping my elder sister. I read somewhere in porn books that if a girl feels the pain, you have to hump within. This trick I had used that day.
For 5 minutes, I did like that and didi’s clit started secreting the love juices. I could feel it. This made the movement of my rod easy. Pressing her one breast with my palm, I took the other in my mouth and sucked, taking the nipple deep in my mouth.
It seemed that the itch in my sister’s cunt had increased. She pressed my head forcefully to her breasts. While moving my waist up and down and squeezing and sucking her boobs, I raised my head and looked at her. I saw tears in her eyes. But there was a sweet smile on her lips. Then I looked at her and asked-
Me: Akka, is it paining?
She: Rajoo, don’t worry about my pain. It is temporary. You carry on what you want to do, Ok?
And she enchantingly smiled at me and lifted her waist. Then I took the cue, pulled my rod up to the knob and gave a strong push.
She: Amma.. hhaaa.. slow.. aahh meri chut, you dirty rascal.
Even though she was saying this, she kept her two palms on my ass cheeks and pressed them to her crotch. I started moving my shaft deep in her and pulling it out. In-out, again in, again out and she was also moving her buttocks up and up according to my inward thrusts.
She: Appa.. amma.. Rajoo, still hard. Pound my pussy mmm.. oh god! you have such a big one. It is bigger than your jiju, touching deep in me mmm…
Mumbling like that, she was lifting her waist. I was in more josh with didi’s words. ‘dhak’, ‘dhak’ I was giving her stroke after stroke. Her cunt juices were overflowing from her cunt to her thighs and still down onto her ass. Our panting, hot breaths and the sound of thap-thap was echoing in the room. Then she said-
She: Orey…. come on… do it. Uumm.. I am finishing… appa.. still how long will you fuck, oh!
Didi’s buttocks were rising up and up. I could sense that Akka had reached her climax with the shuddering of her body. Then she sprinkled. Her climax juices were pouring over my LING!
I was also retained for a long time. Now the feel of her slippery walls and her warm juices were showering my rod. I couldn’t tolerate and said –
Me: Didi, I can’t control now. I am reaching mine, mamma.
Then she said in delirium: Pour it deep in.
Her eyes were closed as if dreaming and relishing the moment.
Me: Akkaa, you may get pregnant (I expressed my doubt still moving in her).
She said: It is ok. Pour your nectar in didi’s cunt. Your didi got operated on five years back only.
Saying this, she lifted her waist. Then I released my warm juices to my sister. The moment she felt my warmness, she put her legs around my waist and pressed it down. I was discharged and fell on didi’s body.
After some time, I opened my eyes, feeling that someone was touching my cheeks lovingly. I was lying at Didi's side and she was over me. Her one boob was pressing to my elbow. Her one leg was on my thigh and its knee was on my flaccid dick.
She smiled at me and kissed my cheeks. She was rotating her forefinger around my small nipple. Then I called her
Me: Didi.
Didi: Hoon..Tell me, what?
She asked, looking into my eyes.
Me: Yours is very tight
Then she looked at me as if was it true? Then she slowly asked –
She: Rajoo, I’ll ask one thing. Will you tell me the truth?
Me: What Akka?
She: It is not the first time for you, is it? Tell me the truth.
Seeing her eyes, I could not lie. Then I asked her in wonder-
Me: How did you know?
She: You only told me.
I asked again in shock: Me! When?
I thought in my mind: How did I know?
And I didn’t open my mouth. I was thinking now.
Then she said: Not directly.
I was just staring at her and thinking how she came to know. Then she said again –
She: Just now what you said? You said “You're very tight”, isn’t it? What does that mean? It means that you have already enjoyed someone before me. So tell me, whose pussy is looser than mine? For the first time, it was difficult for him to find the way. It always slips out. And there will be tension.
But the way you gave it a shot. Oh my god! What a shot it was. I thought mine was torn. Anyway, who is that bitch who spoiled or rather, trained my sweet rascal? (She kissed my forehead and asked).
I didn’t open my mouth. Then seeing my hesitation didi said –
She: Don’t worry, I will not say anything. Just want to know who that is, that’s all.
Me: That is.. that is..
I stopped for a while and mumbled. Then I said –
Me: She is the house owner's wife.
She was shocked to hear this and asked: My god! She is around 45-46, how did you trap her?
Me: I didn’t didi, she only did.
She said: Ohh!
And after thinking for a minute, she asked again-
She: Tell me how it began?
Me: Not now Akka, tomorrow I’ll tell you. Now an important job is there to do. And that is to taste my lovely Akka’s puku again.
While we were talking like this; my dick under her leg was inflated and trying to raise her leg. Didi on one side squeezing her bob with one hand and with the other was pinching and twisting my nipples. Feeling my dick again stiff and hard, she held it in her fist and asked-
She: Rajoo, want to do it again?
I looked into her eyes and I saw the horniness in her eyes. It seemed my sister was more interested in doing it again. Then I nodded my head yes. When Akka wanted to lay on her back, I stopped her. She looked at me as if what I was doing was wrong. Then I said –
Me: Akka, now you come on top and ride me.
She looked deep in my eyes and said-
She: Hoon.. not bad. You have nice demands. Is this also taught by that bitch only?
Me: Hoon, hmm, I read this in books.
I was on my back now. Then didi sat on me keeping her legs on either side of my waist. My sister held my erect rod and slowly guided it in her pussy and sat on my phallus. Then my dick entered her tight sheath like a stiletto. Then she started moving up and down.
Her firm tits were bouncing with her every move. It was a sight to be seen. I was in heaven. Mine was moving tight in her, giving her cunt walls good friction. As didi was rising, mine was coming out and going in again as she lowered her waist. When she was raising her buttocks up, her heavy breasts were moving heavily. I held them in my both hands and pressed and squeezed them very hard.
She: Appa… mmm.. uff.. what is this, rough romance?
But her movements didn’t seize. After 5 minutes of her moving on me, she said –
She: Orey… I can’t, come over me.
And my sister pulled me over her. She was on her back and I was on her. I crept over her and then our tempo began. Then I fucked my sister well fucked pussy for more than 15 minutes. Didi was enjoying every stroke of my dick. In joy, she was making a lot of noises and moans.
She: Orey Raju, I am in ecstasy.
She said this and hugged me tightly and reached her orgasm. For the second time that night, I discharged my hot sperm in my married sister’s luscious cunt and fell asleep on her.
My loving Akka was with me till May 2020. When in May some restrictions were relaxed, my jiju came and took her. In those lockdown days, didi showed me what heaven is. In those days during afternoons, I fucked her once and in nights two or three times we enjoyed.
We had done it in different poses. Akka too interestingly co-operated with me. Not only that I fucked my didi along with my house owner’s wife together. Akka only arranged for this. Then only have I come to know from didi that for the last four years jiju had an illegal relationship with a lady in his office and is neglecting her.
She said it had been almost two years since he had looked at her. Didi was starved for a good fuck.
After that, didi whenever she felt like fucking, she used to come to me or call me. As soon as jija had gone to the office (remember he is a security guard) and children to a nearby tuition center; I flew to my didi’s house and then the whole day till the children returned from tuition it used to be our empire.
THE-END
Didi screamed as I stopped, but did not pull it out. I lay there on her, embedded my rod in her. Two or three minutes later, I slowly started moving. Without pulling my member, I was humping my elder sister. I read somewhere in porn books that if a girl feels the pain, you have to hump within. This trick I had used that day.
For 5 minutes, I did like that and didi’s clit started secreting the love juices. I could feel it. This made the movement of my rod easy. Pressing her one breast with my palm, I took the other in my mouth and sucked, taking the nipple deep in my mouth.
It seemed that the itch in my sister’s cunt had increased. She pressed my head forcefully to her breasts. While moving my waist up and down and squeezing and sucking her boobs, I raised my head and looked at her. I saw tears in her eyes. But there was a sweet smile on her lips. Then I looked at her and asked-
Me: Akka, is it paining?
She: Rajoo, don’t worry about my pain. It is temporary. You carry on what you want to do, Ok?
And she enchantingly smiled at me and lifted her waist. Then I took the cue, pulled my rod up to the knob and gave a strong push.
She: Amma.. hhaaa.. slow.. aahh meri chut, you dirty rascal.
Even though she was saying this, she kept her two palms on my ass cheeks and pressed them to her crotch. I started moving my shaft deep in her and pulling it out. In-out, again in, again out and she was also moving her buttocks up and up according to my inward thrusts.
She: Appa.. amma.. Rajoo, still hard. Pound my pussy mmm.. oh god! you have such a big one. It is bigger than your jiju, touching deep in me mmm…
Mumbling like that, she was lifting her waist. I was in more josh with didi’s words. ‘dhak’, ‘dhak’ I was giving her stroke after stroke. Her cunt juices were overflowing from her cunt to her thighs and still down onto her ass. Our panting, hot breaths and the sound of thap-thap was echoing in the room. Then she said-
She: Orey…. come on… do it. Uumm.. I am finishing… appa.. still how long will you fuck, oh!
Didi’s buttocks were rising up and up. I could sense that Akka had reached her climax with the shuddering of her body. Then she sprinkled. Her climax juices were pouring over my LING!
I was also retained for a long time. Now the feel of her slippery walls and her warm juices were showering my rod. I couldn’t tolerate and said –
Me: Didi, I can’t control now. I am reaching mine, mamma.
Then she said in delirium: Pour it deep in.
Her eyes were closed as if dreaming and relishing the moment.
Me: Akkaa, you may get pregnant (I expressed my doubt still moving in her).
She said: It is ok. Pour your nectar in didi’s cunt. Your didi got operated on five years back only.
Saying this, she lifted her waist. Then I released my warm juices to my sister. The moment she felt my warmness, she put her legs around my waist and pressed it down. I was discharged and fell on didi’s body.
After some time, I opened my eyes, feeling that someone was touching my cheeks lovingly. I was lying at Didi's side and she was over me. Her one boob was pressing to my elbow. Her one leg was on my thigh and its knee was on my flaccid dick.
She smiled at me and kissed my cheeks. She was rotating her forefinger around my small nipple. Then I called her
Me: Didi.
Didi: Hoon..Tell me, what?
She asked, looking into my eyes.
Me: Yours is very tight
Then she looked at me as if was it true? Then she slowly asked –
She: Rajoo, I’ll ask one thing. Will you tell me the truth?
Me: What Akka?
She: It is not the first time for you, is it? Tell me the truth.
Seeing her eyes, I could not lie. Then I asked her in wonder-
Me: How did you know?
She: You only told me.
I asked again in shock: Me! When?
I thought in my mind: How did I know?
And I didn’t open my mouth. I was thinking now.
Then she said: Not directly.
I was just staring at her and thinking how she came to know. Then she said again –
She: Just now what you said? You said “You're very tight”, isn’t it? What does that mean? It means that you have already enjoyed someone before me. So tell me, whose pussy is looser than mine? For the first time, it was difficult for him to find the way. It always slips out. And there will be tension.
But the way you gave it a shot. Oh my god! What a shot it was. I thought mine was torn. Anyway, who is that bitch who spoiled or rather, trained my sweet rascal? (She kissed my forehead and asked).
I didn’t open my mouth. Then seeing my hesitation didi said –
She: Don’t worry, I will not say anything. Just want to know who that is, that’s all.
Me: That is.. that is..
I stopped for a while and mumbled. Then I said –
Me: She is the house owner's wife.
She was shocked to hear this and asked: My god! She is around 45-46, how did you trap her?
Me: I didn’t didi, she only did.
She said: Ohh!
And after thinking for a minute, she asked again-
She: Tell me how it began?
Me: Not now Akka, tomorrow I’ll tell you. Now an important job is there to do. And that is to taste my lovely Akka’s puku again.
While we were talking like this; my dick under her leg was inflated and trying to raise her leg. Didi on one side squeezing her bob with one hand and with the other was pinching and twisting my nipples. Feeling my dick again stiff and hard, she held it in her fist and asked-
She: Rajoo, want to do it again?
I looked into her eyes and I saw the horniness in her eyes. It seemed my sister was more interested in doing it again. Then I nodded my head yes. When Akka wanted to lay on her back, I stopped her. She looked at me as if what I was doing was wrong. Then I said –
Me: Akka, now you come on top and ride me.
She looked deep in my eyes and said-
She: Hoon.. not bad. You have nice demands. Is this also taught by that bitch only?
Me: Hoon, hmm, I read this in books.
I was on my back now. Then didi sat on me keeping her legs on either side of my waist. My sister held my erect rod and slowly guided it in her pussy and sat on my phallus. Then my dick entered her tight sheath like a stiletto. Then she started moving up and down.
Her firm tits were bouncing with her every move. It was a sight to be seen. I was in heaven. Mine was moving tight in her, giving her cunt walls good friction. As didi was rising, mine was coming out and going in again as she lowered her waist. When she was raising her buttocks up, her heavy breasts were moving heavily. I held them in my both hands and pressed and squeezed them very hard.
She: Appa… mmm.. uff.. what is this, rough romance?
But her movements didn’t seize. After 5 minutes of her moving on me, she said –
She: Orey… I can’t, come over me.
And my sister pulled me over her. She was on her back and I was on her. I crept over her and then our tempo began. Then I fucked my sister well fucked pussy for more than 15 minutes. Didi was enjoying every stroke of my dick. In joy, she was making a lot of noises and moans.
She: Orey Raju, I am in ecstasy.
She said this and hugged me tightly and reached her orgasm. For the second time that night, I discharged my hot sperm in my married sister’s luscious cunt and fell asleep on her.
My loving Akka was with me till May 2020. When in May some restrictions were relaxed, my jiju came and took her. In those lockdown days, didi showed me what heaven is. In those days during afternoons, I fucked her once and in nights two or three times we enjoyed.
We had done it in different poses. Akka too interestingly co-operated with me. Not only that I fucked my didi along with my house owner’s wife together. Akka only arranged for this. Then only have I come to know from didi that for the last four years jiju had an illegal relationship with a lady in his office and is neglecting her.
She said it had been almost two years since he had looked at her. Didi was starved for a good fuck.
After that, didi whenever she felt like fucking, she used to come to me or call me. As soon as jija had gone to the office (remember he is a security guard) and children to a nearby tuition center; I flew to my didi’s house and then the whole day till the children returned from tuition it used to be our empire.
THE-END
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Oh no, not again, Krish thought to himself, as Yami winked at him and pulled her blouse dangerously low, showing off her generous cleavage.
Yami was a paralegal in his firm. He had known for months that she had a crush on him, but nothing he did seemed to discourage her pursuit. He had been careful never to give even the appearance of returning her affections, and remained strictly professional no matter how much she threw herself at him. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive - Yami was absolutely stunning - he just wasn't interested. He wanted to focus on his career at this point in his life, and not get too involved in any **censored** entanglements.
He stood up and walked out of his office. It was time to put an end to this once and for all.
"Yami, could you come in here, please?" he called, and ignored her grin as she bounced into his office.
Krish shut the door and sat down at his desk.
"Yes, Krish?" she asked, making eyes at him.
"Sit down, Yami," he began. "There's no easy way to say this, but, put bluntly, your flirting has got to stop. I've done everything I can to show you that I'm not interested, but you haven't taken the hint, so now I'm telling you. You're not my employee, so I can't fire you, but if you don't leave me alone, I will make life very difficult for you. Are we clear?"
"Yes sir, perfectly clear," Yami responded, utterly crushed. A second later, Krish caught a glimpse of a fury in her eyes the likes of which he'd never seen before, but it was gone in an instant, and her face was again the picture of innocence.
"May I go now, sir? I have work to do."
"Yes Yami. Thanks for your understanding," he said, as she stood up and coolly left his office.
Krish leaned back in his chair. He hated having to do that, but enough was enough, and hopefully this time the message had sunk in.
Two months passed without Yami as much as speaking to him. Life was good, and he was up for a potential promotion to partner in a few weeks.
One Friday evening after work, Krish came home and poured a finger of his favorite scotch to enjoy while he watched the sunset. A few minutes after taking his first sip, however, his head began to feel heavy, and before he knew it his hardwood floor was rushing up to meet his unconscious face.
When he came to, the first thing he noticed was that he was unable to move. He also noticed that he was naked and loosely tied to a chair, but that didn't seem to be the reason for his immobility. A blurry shadow walked in front of his eyes, and when his vision cleared, he realized that it was Yami.
"Hi Krish. Oh no, don't get up. I like you right where you are. Sorry about knocking you out like that, but it was necessary. This little beauty has to be injected directly into the bloodstream," she said, holding up a small bottle and syringe.
"I've given you a dose of an interesting little poison I stumbled across a few years ago. It's a paralyzing agent, but it's designed to only paralyze the muscles in your extremities, to keep you from resisting or escaping. It specifically avoids core muscles associated with the peripheral nervous system, including, of course, the muscles controlling sexual response, so you'll soon find that Little Krishy is working just as nature intended," she continued with an evil grin.
"You see Krish, I'm tired of throwing myself at you. For five and a half months I did everything I could to show you that we would be perfect together, but you still didn't want me. Now I know that you weren't worth the effort. I'll be happier on my own, but before I go, I've decided to take a... small part of you with me. I've been carefully planning this little rendezvous around my menstrual cycle to guarantee peak fertility, and I can assure you that I'm regular as clockwork. I'm going to tease you into spurting a baby into me, Krish, and then I'll use my child support money from my high-powered lawyer baby daddy to provide a comfortable life for myself and our child."
With that, she calmly began to strip off her clothes. Her body was just as attractive as he'd thought, but as more and more of her soft skin came into view, he became more and more determined not to give her what she wanted. There was no doubt in his mind that he could resist her charms. He was fully in control of himself.
"Oh, and I know that you'll probably try to resist cumming in my little pussy, so I've taken the liberty of mixing the poison with a mild aphrodisiac, similar to ecstasy. It will make it a bit harder for you to think straight, while also greatly magnifying your sense of touch."
Ok, that was worrisome, but still not insurmountable. As she pulled off her bra, however, he found his attention drawn to her breasts, which were so pleasant to look at, but so dangerous, especially in his current state of heightened susceptibility to sensation. As primed for sex as Yami was, she was hyperaware of any sexual interest toward her on his part, and she quickly noticed where his glance had fallen. She grinned evilly and began to sway her tits from side to side, slowly walking toward his paralyzed body on the chair.
"Do you like these?" she asked, hefting them for him. "Of course you do. You men are always staring at them, imagining what it would feel like to grope them, to suckle on them like the big babies you are. Well, guess what? Today is your lucky day, because today I want you to fully appreciate just how sexy my boobies are. I'll make sure that you enjoy their pillowy softness to your heart's content. I find it so odd that men fantasize about breasts so much, especially when they play practically no part in mating itself, but at this point that's irrelevant. By sexualizing them, you've given them the power to sexualize you too."
When she finally reached him, she leaned forward and teased her puffy nipples back and forth across his lips, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake as she filled his hungry eyes with a generous helping of her creamy mounds. He tried to look away, but her tempting tits continued to dominate his peripheral vision. He knew that she was right: his eyes were drawn to her chest like moths to the flame. It was too late anyway, since he could already feel himself becoming physically aroused against his will by her flirty display.
Yami was a paralegal in his firm. He had known for months that she had a crush on him, but nothing he did seemed to discourage her pursuit. He had been careful never to give even the appearance of returning her affections, and remained strictly professional no matter how much she threw herself at him. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive - Yami was absolutely stunning - he just wasn't interested. He wanted to focus on his career at this point in his life, and not get too involved in any **censored** entanglements.
He stood up and walked out of his office. It was time to put an end to this once and for all.
"Yami, could you come in here, please?" he called, and ignored her grin as she bounced into his office.
Krish shut the door and sat down at his desk.
"Yes, Krish?" she asked, making eyes at him.
"Sit down, Yami," he began. "There's no easy way to say this, but, put bluntly, your flirting has got to stop. I've done everything I can to show you that I'm not interested, but you haven't taken the hint, so now I'm telling you. You're not my employee, so I can't fire you, but if you don't leave me alone, I will make life very difficult for you. Are we clear?"
"Yes sir, perfectly clear," Yami responded, utterly crushed. A second later, Krish caught a glimpse of a fury in her eyes the likes of which he'd never seen before, but it was gone in an instant, and her face was again the picture of innocence.
"May I go now, sir? I have work to do."
"Yes Yami. Thanks for your understanding," he said, as she stood up and coolly left his office.
Krish leaned back in his chair. He hated having to do that, but enough was enough, and hopefully this time the message had sunk in.
Two months passed without Yami as much as speaking to him. Life was good, and he was up for a potential promotion to partner in a few weeks.
One Friday evening after work, Krish came home and poured a finger of his favorite scotch to enjoy while he watched the sunset. A few minutes after taking his first sip, however, his head began to feel heavy, and before he knew it his hardwood floor was rushing up to meet his unconscious face.
When he came to, the first thing he noticed was that he was unable to move. He also noticed that he was naked and loosely tied to a chair, but that didn't seem to be the reason for his immobility. A blurry shadow walked in front of his eyes, and when his vision cleared, he realized that it was Yami.
"Hi Krish. Oh no, don't get up. I like you right where you are. Sorry about knocking you out like that, but it was necessary. This little beauty has to be injected directly into the bloodstream," she said, holding up a small bottle and syringe.
"I've given you a dose of an interesting little poison I stumbled across a few years ago. It's a paralyzing agent, but it's designed to only paralyze the muscles in your extremities, to keep you from resisting or escaping. It specifically avoids core muscles associated with the peripheral nervous system, including, of course, the muscles controlling sexual response, so you'll soon find that Little Krishy is working just as nature intended," she continued with an evil grin.
"You see Krish, I'm tired of throwing myself at you. For five and a half months I did everything I could to show you that we would be perfect together, but you still didn't want me. Now I know that you weren't worth the effort. I'll be happier on my own, but before I go, I've decided to take a... small part of you with me. I've been carefully planning this little rendezvous around my menstrual cycle to guarantee peak fertility, and I can assure you that I'm regular as clockwork. I'm going to tease you into spurting a baby into me, Krish, and then I'll use my child support money from my high-powered lawyer baby daddy to provide a comfortable life for myself and our child."
With that, she calmly began to strip off her clothes. Her body was just as attractive as he'd thought, but as more and more of her soft skin came into view, he became more and more determined not to give her what she wanted. There was no doubt in his mind that he could resist her charms. He was fully in control of himself.
"Oh, and I know that you'll probably try to resist cumming in my little pussy, so I've taken the liberty of mixing the poison with a mild aphrodisiac, similar to ecstasy. It will make it a bit harder for you to think straight, while also greatly magnifying your sense of touch."
Ok, that was worrisome, but still not insurmountable. As she pulled off her bra, however, he found his attention drawn to her breasts, which were so pleasant to look at, but so dangerous, especially in his current state of heightened susceptibility to sensation. As primed for sex as Yami was, she was hyperaware of any sexual interest toward her on his part, and she quickly noticed where his glance had fallen. She grinned evilly and began to sway her tits from side to side, slowly walking toward his paralyzed body on the chair.
"Do you like these?" she asked, hefting them for him. "Of course you do. You men are always staring at them, imagining what it would feel like to grope them, to suckle on them like the big babies you are. Well, guess what? Today is your lucky day, because today I want you to fully appreciate just how sexy my boobies are. I'll make sure that you enjoy their pillowy softness to your heart's content. I find it so odd that men fantasize about breasts so much, especially when they play practically no part in mating itself, but at this point that's irrelevant. By sexualizing them, you've given them the power to sexualize you too."
When she finally reached him, she leaned forward and teased her puffy nipples back and forth across his lips, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake as she filled his hungry eyes with a generous helping of her creamy mounds. He tried to look away, but her tempting tits continued to dominate his peripheral vision. He knew that she was right: his eyes were drawn to her chest like moths to the flame. It was too late anyway, since he could already feel himself becoming physically aroused against his will by her flirty display.
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