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I lowered my gaze as I saw him trying to put his finger inside her pussy hole. It was very insulting for any husband to watch another man playing with the love spot of his wife and I too blushed. As Bade Thakur caressed her labia lips, he slowly inserted his finger in her love tunnel. At first, his thumb and then his index finger went inside and he located her clit and pressed it hard between his thumb and index finger. Shruti let out a screaming moan as he teased her clit; she threw her legs like a possessed woman and I realised that my wife was getting aroused against her will. She started moving her palms on the hairy chest of Bade Thakur as if she was caressing him.

Bade Thakur let her hands play on his hairy chest as he freely rubbed her bare back, her bums and boobs and after sometimes, his face came near her abdomen and his lips descended on her pussy as he planted a kiss and started sucking her labia lips alternately. Shruti was being put on fire. She started moaning uncontrollably and only two types of sounds that could be heard were "thwack, thwack" as Bade Thakur's mouth worked rapidly on her pussy and the other was endless moans of my wife "uumma, uuummaa, uuuumaaa".

As Bade Thakur's face was busy in manipulating my wife's tender and sensitive pussy, his hands were busy kneading her flesh mounds to his heart's content. Shruti was repeatedly raising her pelvis upward so that her pussy could meet Bade Thakur's mouth and enjoy what he was doing to her. Her hands were clenching the bedsheet desperately while she started moaning loudly without any shame or reservation. From her gestures I knew that Bade Thakur was leading her towards an orgasm through oral caress.

My guess was right. Soon Shruti's moans grew prolonged and louder, her hands were pushing away Bade Thakur's face from her pussy as she erupted in most violent orgasm and her love juice along with Bade Thakur's saliva were flowing down her thighs. After the terrible orgasm, my wife rested on her back; she was exhausted and did not bother either to put her parted legs together nor to clean the mess that her own cum and Bade Thakur's saliva had created between her legs.

Bade Thakur had taken away his mouth from her cunt but kept rubbing her asses, her tits and playing with her nipples. He was also kissing her lips intermittently and sucking them. As if to humiliate me, he turned her on the bed so that her pussy comes directly in my view and then he folded her legs exposing her wet pussy that was smeared in his saliva and her own come and said to me, "Your wife has a real hot cunt."

At the view of her parted labia lips and her juicy love tunnel with her clit slightly peeping out, I started to get a hard on assuming the extent to which she was aroused and pleasured by Bade Thakur. Bade Thakur let her rest for about ten minutes and then said to her that was heard by everyone in the room, "Now, it is time for you to get introduced to the boss. Remember, a bride is as much curious to see the tool that is going to be deep inside as the groom is to see the lovely hole. So now you will explore me and strip your boss of the night."

Shruti brought her hands near Bade Thakur's trousers and tried to locate its string. Bade Thakur told her that for her convenience he had already loosened the string and she could just pull it. Apparently with some hesitation, Shruti started pulling down his trousers in trembling hands. Bade Thakur was then just in his loincloth and my wife was asked to remove the loincloth too.

Shruti had some difficulty in undoing the loincloth as she was not accustomed to such thing. But once she untied it from his body altogether, she let out a mild scream of shock. When I looked to find out, I understood the reason. It was the massive size of Bade Thakur's cock. In length, it was equal to that of Munna, if not more, by half an inch. But it was the diameter, which resembled the girth of the wrist of two years old baby. From the "O" that Shruti's lips formed, I could guess the extent to which she was surprised at the massive size of the monster. She couldn't take away her eyes from what she saw after removing the loincloth. It was standing upright and throbbing in excitement as if threatening to tear apart Shruti's pussy. Bade Thakur lovingly took Shruti's hands and placed them on his throbbing dick. Bade Thakur had trimmed hairs around his cock while his balls were clean shaved. I saw my wife's hands feeling the hotness of his cock and the smoothness of his balls.

What Bade Thakur did next was unbelievable. Shruti was lying on her back completely nude, Bade Thakur, who was nude too, got on top of her so that his hard shaft was touching her navel. He hugged her tightly and commanded, "Look at my eyes and don't blink. I will hypnotize you and you will do whatever you are asked to do."

Saying these words he lowered his face on her, kissing her lips while he stared at her eyes. Although he was sucking her lips, he kept staring at her eyes. I thought that he was joking when he spoke about hypnotising her. His sucking Shruti's lips continued for ten to twelve minutes during which neither of them blinked and after that I noticed Shruti's eyes became dreamy as if she was in a trance. Bade Thakur disengaged from the kiss and came down from her top. Bade Thakur said to me, "You will now watch her doing incredible things."

He then said to Shruti, "Are not you my sexy bitch?"

"Yes," she replied unhesitatingly.

"Good," said Bade Thakur, "Be on your fours, I will take you to a tour."

To my shock, Shruti got on her hands and legs posing like a bitch. Bade Thakur garlanded her neck with a belt and held the chain in his hands. He then commanded her to jump from the bed to the floor like a bitch and Shruti performed as ordered. Holding the chain he took her to move around in the bedroom and my wife was walking on her four. Her big tits were hanging below while her asshole was clearly visible. Bade Thakur brought her near me in this position and said to me, "Do you like my bitch?"

As I did not say anything, he thundered, "Say something."

"Yes, Bade Thakur," I replied.

His servants laughed at my humiliation. Thakur enjoyed and said, "Before becoming my bride, I am teaching your sexy wife to be my bitch first and to carry out my orders."

The servants laughed again. Thakur had meanwhile moved from me towards his servants and Shruti was following him on her four exactly like a pet. As they stood beside them, Thakur said to Shruti, "You bitch, you are my slut. You will now provide oral service to my servants. Start sucking their cocks one by one. But if you bite, I will kill you."

His servants could not believe their lucks. Each of them already had their cocks hard and exposed. What I was watching was most disgraceful. My wife, on her four like a bitch, was sucking the dicks of servants. Often Thakur would command her to suck fast, then slow. At her service, each of the three servants discharged their load inside her mouth. Her face was smeared with their sticky thick semen. From her mouth drooled her saliva and semen mixed together.

Once three of them ejaculated in her mouth, Thakur again brought Shruti near me and I was made to wipe her face clean. I always thought that hypnotism was just an imagination. But the way my wife obeyed Thakur's dirty commands obediently changed my belief. Shruti was ordered to bring my tool out and jerk off me. As she was stroking my dick, Bade Thakur was rubbing her boobs.

Thakur then removed the belt from Shruti's neck and declared that he would now make Shruti his bride for the night. Standing in front of me, Thakur ordered one of his servants to bring something. He immediately brought two Five Star chocolates and Shruti was asked to smear his dick with the same. Shruti did what she was asked to do without any objection. Once his dick was fully covered in chocolate he asked Shruti to lick and suck him. My wife was still in a hypnotized state, and without any hesitation or shame, started to take Thakur's dick in her mouth. She had discomfort in taking such a monstrous cock in her mouth and started licking the entire length of his cock including the balls. She continued to suck and lick till the last mark of chocolate was seen on his cock. Thakur seemed very happy at her service and both of them retired to the bed. Once on bed, Thakur lay on his back while his cock stood perpendicularly. He said to Shruti, "Now you will ride on my tool and become my bride. Do you understand?"

 

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Shruti nodded and carefully positioned her pussy hole on his dick. My wife was enough lubricated so that by holding Thakur's cock she could slide more than half of it in her love tunnel. But Thakur's tool was too big and before it was completely inside Shruti's tunnel, she had to wait to avoid pain. But Thakur from below gave a brutal thrust upwards and as his tool made its full entry into her pussy, Shruti screamed in pain as the meat baton invaded her tight pussy and she collapsed on his chest. Her state of trance was shattered, she came out of her hypnotic state. Looking around she knew what she was made to do so far. Suddenly she was dying in shame.

But Bade Thakur was not to let her go that easily till he had abused us in every possible way. So he ordered Shruti to ride on his dick immediately. Shruti started riding. Thakur had so positioned themselves on the bed that while riding Shruti directly faced me. I could see Thakur slapping her bums if she would slow down her riding speed.

As Shruti rode on his dick, whenever she would go for deeper inward thrust, Thakur would pull her roughly by kneading her boobs and then suck her melons or hold her hair and pull her face near his to kiss her lips. This continued for about twenty minutes, after which I could sense Shruti getting aroused again. Her breaths became shallow, nipples erect and pointed, and her movements were full of lust. She let out some screams of ecstasy now and then.

Bade Thakur gestured her to change the position and soon they were in missionary position with my wife at the bottom and Thakur on top. He was battering the muscles of her vagina brutally while his hands were roughly massaging her tits and the two were sucking each other's lips most passionately. The shame and reluctance that I had noticed in my wife few minutes ago were no longer there. She was enjoying Thakur's brutal thrusts in her tender pussy like a sex-starved whore and was moaning loudly and shamelessly. Shruti was a willing and active participant in the game of lust. My presence as well as those of three servants made no difference to her. She was engrossed in her lustful celebration with an old man, who was of her father's age. However, I was not angry at her lascivious behaviour. I enjoyed to see her in her sexiest mood being pleasured by another man. I never knew that Shruti could be really sexy like a slut.

On the bed, there was almost an earthquake with both Thakur and Shruti trying to get and give more sensual pleasures. He bent his head and started to lick her boobs very slowly. He was pumping her and she was on the verge of another orgasm. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and her arms were around his neck, She was meeting his thrust with full vigor and was whispering endearments that always made me horny. The fact that she was in this state with another man didn't bother my cuckold self. Their coupling was spell binding. It was clear that they were making love to each other,

Shruti might have been forced into the situation but right at that moment she was enjoying it to the maximum. It was winter but both Thakur and Shruti were sweating profusely and their wet bodies made "chap chap" sounds in the room.

As I watched I saw Shruti digging her nails at Thakur's back, which was a sure sign of her ensuing climax. Often during our mating too my back got scratch marks of her nails. I had seen Shruti previously enjoying sex with Munna and his friends but her active participation with Bade Thakur surpassed all previous records. It was clear from her gestures and body movements that she was enjoying getting fucked by this old villain as never before.

Bade Thakur kept pumping her making her scream and moan very often. With each scream Shruti enjoyed a climax. But Thakur's retaining power at that age was awesome. He didn't ejaculate and went on battering the craving pussy of my sexy wife for what seemed to be indefinite period. Perhaps he had ploughed her for nearly an hour, and so far I could guess, Shruti had multiple climaxes in between.

At one stage she was unable to bear any more and hugging Bade Thakur tightly, she whispered something to him. Thakur smiled and asked her, "Are you enjoying?"

"Yes, very much," replied Shruti.

"Shall we stop now?" asked Thakur.

"Oh, no," replied Shruti, "Keep pounding me, don't stop please."

Their violent love making continued for some more time after which Shruti was literally begging to Bade Thakur. But he wanted her to declare openly what she wanted. It was an extremely unbearable point of physical and psychological arousal for Shruti and she shamelessly declared, "Please come inside me. Make me your bride."

Most probably, Thakur was waiting for that moment and with renewed vigour his big dick started plumbing her pussy most passionately and soon he ejaculated his load inside my wife's hot pussy as both faced an orgasm, embraced each other tightly and lip-locked in a kiss. They remained in each other's embrace for next ten to fifteen minutes caressing the privates of each other without any shame or reservation.

 

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I thought it was all over and was about time to return home. But I heard Bade Thakur asking her, "Will you stay back the rest of the night? I am yet to give you more pleasure."

To my amazement, Shruti agreed to stay and quite desperately asked me to stay back too. When Bade Thakur asked her the extent to which she had enjoyed with him, my wife openly told that she had never enjoyed such mesmerizing and satisfactory sex in life. They talked something between them which I did not clearly understand except that Bade Thakur was convincing and assuring her about something. It seemed that Shruti was convinced by Thakur.

Thakur instructed a servant about something. In the meantime, Shruti and Thakur started caressing each other again and they started with a kiss and their tongue were playing mutually inside their mouths. Thakur raised Shruti's arms above her head and was sniffing and licking her armpits while Shruti giggled. Suddenly, Shruti was on her knees and hands while Thakur started caressing her hanging tits. Shruti's bums were lifted upwards and Thakur was caressing her ass cheeks with his tongue. To my surprise, Thakur's tongue started tasting Shruti's asshole.

His servant returned in the meantime with a packet of condom and KY jelly. Thakur was already hard again and put on a condom, and shamelessly Shruti started sucking his dick covered inside a condom. At Thakur's instruction she turned towards me to show how she was pleasuring his monstrous cock. When I saw the KY Jelly I anticipated what might be the next action as Thakur applied the jelly in her asshole sufficiently.

Shruti turned her asshole towards me and as anticipated, Bade Thakur said to me, "Your wife wanted to offer her virgin asshole as her gesture of gratefulness to have given her hitherto unknown sensation of pleasure in her pussy. Hope you will enjoy to watch this too."

Without wasting much time Thakur started his effort to sodomize Shruti. But compared to the massive size of his cock, Shruti's rectal hole was too tight and it took more than an hour for the tip of his dick to made the first entry. But what surprised me was Shruti's co-operation in helping him to invade her asshole. Slowly, Thakur started invading her asshole as she was screaming in pain. But Thakur kept on assuring her that there was no pleasure without pain while he kept thrusting hard.

Suddenly, Shruti screamed like a wounded deer and fell on the bed. I saw Thakur's massive dick completely inserted in her asshole. Naked Thakur was on Shruti's back and his hands were kneading her boobs below. Thakur started pumping her asshole till Shruti's pain subsided and she could bear his to and fro thrusts. Her asshole was too tight and he ejaculated in about fifteen minutes.

Since that night, Shruti started serving Bade Thakur almost regularly while occasionally she had to serve Munna. Shruti became Bade Thakur's slut in true sense since then.

Now a days when she goes to Thakur haveli, I usually stay at home looking after our son. My conservative wife is no more ashamed or afraid of going to the Thakur haveli be it to serve the grandpa or his grandson and his friends. However, both Shruti and me know that it is Bade Thakur who is her real master on bed.

THE-END

 

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Hi All,

Planning a new story with multiple actresses. Help with choosing the actress for below characters.

Man of the House

MILF 1 & 2 are sisters.

Milf1: Age 35+

Milf1 Elder Daughter(Lesbian)(20):

Milf1 Younger Daughter(18):

Lesbian Friend(20):

Milf2 (Professor):

Milf2 Elder Daughter(19):

Milf2 Younger Daughter(18):

Student(20):

Student mother:

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Student &Student mother

Option A

Manju Warrier & Saniya Iyappan

Option B

Kavya Madhavan & Shivani Narayanan

Option C

Nithya Menen & Gabriella Charlton

 

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Hi All,

Planning a new story with multiple actresses. Help with choosing the actress for below characters.

Man of the House

MILF 1 & 2 are sisters.

Milf1: Age 35+

Milf1 Elder Daughter(Lesbian)(20):

Milf1 Younger Daughter(18):

Lesbian Friend(20):

Milf2 (Professor):

Milf2 Elder Daughter(19):

Milf2 Younger Daughter(18):

Student(20):

Student mother:

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MILF Sisters Combination:

Option 1 Anushka Shetty & Nayanthara

Option 2 Shriya Saran & Trisha

Option 3 Sneha & Kajal

 

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Mansion House Final Part - 1

"It's okay, Tarun." Sneha tried to soothe her son. "I know that you weren't able to give Shriya everything she needed. Let me teach you how to treat a girlfriend." She pressed her swollen belly into him and ran her hand down his shirt.

"She said that?" Tarun looked at his pretty mom, still wearing her suit from work. His eyes were round, and his muscles tense. Had she gone crazy?

"Students confide in their principal, sweetie." Sneha slipped her hand under the waist of his pants and found his penis. It was already hard. She grasped it and squeezed. Not long ago she would have thought her eighteen-year-old son had a good-sized member. Of course, she knew better now. "There now, doesn't that feel good? The girls will line up for dates after I show you a few tricks."

"You sound like you're click-baiting me, Mom." Taarun sighed. It did feel good, despite the weirdness of the situation. "What ... um ... are you ... going to show me?" His brain lost focus as his blood rushed to that other head.

"What do you think you need to learn?" Sneha was now jacking him inside his pants. It was awkward with his pants still buttoned, but he was small enough to make it doable. There would have been no room for such a maneuver with Krishan. Sneha shivered as she thought of her boyfriend's terrible and glorious cock.

"I thought I was ... pretty good already." Tarun felt like falling back on the bed, but he didn't want to disengage her hand. He couldn't believe his mom was doing this. Such strange things were happening. First, all the oddities he'd witnessed at Shriya House. Now this. Tarun didn't know if he was lucky or cursed.

"Shh." Sneha put her free hand to his lips, running her index finger along his lower lip. "Most young men have a lot to learn. You're not alone." Sneha thought about Krishan, the exception to this particular rule. He mated like a wild animal. She pulled her hand out of Tarun's pants and unbuttoned him. She dropped the pants and helped him step out of his tighty-whities. His penis flopped out. He didn't have the girth, length, or veiny definition of Krishan. Oh well, it would have to do. "We'll work on foreplay later. I can see you're ready. First, I'll teach you to hump like a man." Sneha pulled off her skirt, tights, and panties. She was a bit ungainly with her pregnancy to work around, but she didn't think he'd care if she undressed in a sexy way or not. She looked at his young face and could see the shock written there, with his wide eyes fixed on the triangle of hair between her legs.

"What ... what about Dad?" Ted(Tarun) thought he should pinch himself. This was really happening. He had thought his mom had gone insane when she'd first approached him a few days ago. Now ... Well, now he still thought she was insane, but the insanity was catching. He couldn't believe he was looking at his mom's pussy. His strait-laced, church-going, career-driven mom was about to show him how to fuck.

"He's working late." Sneha unbuttoned her blouse and set it on Ted's desk. She then reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

"No ... I mean ... we'd be cheating on him." Ted held his breath as her bra dropped away. Her breasts hung beautifully on her chest, they were so full. He stared at her large, dark areolas and fat nipples. Amazing to think that he had sucked on those once.

"I'm not going to lie. Your father wouldn't like this one bit." She pushed him lightly on the chest and Ted fell back on the bed. He looked so silly with his little dick sticking straight up and his socks and t-shirt still on. Sneha smiled. "But he does want you to have more confidence with girls. I was just talking to him about it last night. So, this is also for him, in a way." Sneha straddled her son and took hold of his penis. "He'll be happy with the result of this education. Let's focus on that."

"I guess." Ted would believe whatever he had to so long as it ended with his dick in her pussy. "Are we really ...? I mean ... uuuuugggggggg." Ted felt the warm, wet embrace of his mother's pussy as he slipped right in. He was immediately all the way inside. She wiggled her hips and smiled down at him. That same smile she'd had when he first learned to ride a bike, when he scored his first goal in hockey, and when he'd come back home from his first date.

"Not too quickly, Tarun." Sneha couldn't help but let out a small laugh as her big boy trembled and looked up at her like a deer in the headlights. It was clear he was about to have his first orgasm inside his mother. Sneha rolled her hips in little circles, just as she'd practiced on Krishan for months. She didn't feel much in her vagina with Ted, but that was okay. His joy made up for it. She felt a fool for not treating her son to this long before. Why had she needed coaxing from the twins to do this? Shouldn't any mother want to see the happiness that now spread over Ted's face?

"Mmoooooommmmmm ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Ted let go inside her. When he returned from his ecstasy, his mom still sat on top of him, looking down at him like a proud momma bear.

"First thing's first. We need to work on your control." Her hips no longer moved. She had her hands on his t-shirt, her boobs hanging forward, dangling in space. "No girl will be happy if you pop off the second you get inside."

"Sorry, Mom." Ted flexed his penis. He was still hard.

"Don't be sorry, sweetie. That's why we're doing this. You need practice." Sneha took some careful bounces on his young cock. She didn't want to dislodge him. He was so much shorter than she was used to. "Anyway, you're young. You can go again. Right, mister?"

"Um ... yeah." Ted gave his beautiful mother a look of complete adoration.

"Great." She found a nice steady rhythm of small, little bumps with her hips. "Let's get some more practice in before your father gets home. I'll turn you into a regular Fabio."

"Who's ... Fabio."

"Never mind, sweetie. Just focus on holding off your orgasm for a little while." Sneha's belly wobbled, and her breasts danced as she rode her son. She felt more bonded to him than she had in a while. She could tell this was going to be good for both of them.

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"It's so weird ... that I'm so comfortable ... with you ... aaaaaannnndddddd ... Krishan," Anu Emmanuel said in between kisses. By comfortable, Anu Emmanuel meant she was crushing on both of them.

 

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"Not that weird, Anu Emmanuel." Shriya brushed Anu Emmanuel's hair out of Anu Emmanuel's face and admired her serene beauty. The movie in the background surged to some sort of first act climax, as the brain worms spread and the police chief realized the people he knew had been taken over by some unseen force. Shriya ignored it. "Krishan and I are twins, after all. We're really similar." Shriya leaned in and kissed Anu Emmanuel some more.

The basement filled with strobing light from the TV as the teenagers made out on the sofa. Eventually, Shriya worked her way down Anu Emmanuel's neck, over her chest, down the tank-top, and flipped her head under Anu Emmanuel's skirt. She breathed in, relishing her friend's obvious arousal.

"I don't know if we should, Shriya." Anu Emmanuel put her hands on the top of Shriya's head to hold her away from her pussy, but her friend was strong and Anu Emmanuel wasn't sure what she wanted exactly. Anu Emmanuel felt her panties go to the side. "No one's ever done that to me and ... ooooohhhhhhhh." Anu Emmanuel's whole body vibrated to some new frequency as Shriya's tongue found her slit. Her hands went from pushing on Shriya's head to pulling her in. Oral sex was magic. Why hadn't anyone told her? "Aaaaahhhh ... Brit ... you're driving me ... crrrraaazzzyyyyyy."

"Mmmppphhhhh." Shriya slurped at her friend's pussy, grasping Anu Emmanuel firmly at the top of her thighs. Shriya loved how delirious should could make a woman with only her tongue. To give that kind of joy offered immense power. She reached her hand up and spread Anu Emmanuel's lips so she could lick deeper inside. She slipped a finger inside, below her tongue.

"Wait ... ugh ... wait ..." Anu Emmanuel panted and squirmed. "I'm a ... virgin ... don't break my ... cherry." Anu Emmanuel looked down at Shriya's hair bobbing between her legs.

Shriya looked up at her friend, her eyes filled with delight. "Really? For a senior in high school, you certainly are sheltered." Shriya's lips glistened in the iridescent light with Anu Emmanuel's wetness. She slipped two fingers into Anu Emmanuel as she watched her friend's facial muscles twitch. "Are you saving yourself for marriage or something? Because I'm sure if you spend time with my brother, he might have other plans."

"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." Anu Emmanuel felt her orgasm build to a crescendo. Some part of her brain worried that Shriya's fingers would puncture her hymen, but her most basic impulses were now running the show. She spread her legs further and whimpered out a lovely climax. Through half-closed eyelids she watched Shriya withdraw her fingers and lick them clean. What had Anu Emmanuel gotten herself into? After a minute, she caught her breath. "Not marriage ... necessarily. But I ... thought ... next year in college. Maybe ..."

"Girl, I don't think you're going to make it college a virgin." Shriya crawled back up onto the sofa. She leaned in for more kissing.

"Wait." Anu Emmanuel had never tasted herself before. Truth be told, she wasn't keen on tasting her own pussy on Shriya's lips. That seemed a little gross. She put her hands up to hold Shriya back, but wound up getting handfuls of Shriya's boobs instead. Goodness, Shriya was so busty. Anu Emmanuel folded and let Shriya's lips meet hers. She tasted tangy, and maybe a bit salty. Not too bad. But, of course, Anu Emmanuel would never taste another woman. That would just be super gross. She melted into the kiss.

Twenty minutes later, Anu Emmanuel found herself on her knees on the floor between Shriya's legs, lapping away at her friend's pussy. The whole thing was delightful. How could she have been so wrong? Anu Emmanuel greedily sucked down Shriya's wetness. As she listened to her friend moan, she knew her walls were crumbling. She was already readying herself for the inevitable, giving her virginity to Krishan.

"Oooohhhhhhh." Shriya looked down at Anu Emmanuel and they made eye contact. The look in Anu Emmanuel's eyes was disbelief mixed with a deep, deep hunger. Perfection. "Oh, Anu Emmanuel. Oooohhhhhh, you're going to make me cum."

The news caused Anu Emmanuel to redouble her efforts. She wanted desperately to please her friend. Or was Shriya her girlfriend now? She didn't know.

"Lick my ... button ... yes ... like that." Shriya closed her eyes and gave herself to the waves that washed over her. She had to pull Anu Emmanuel off her after a few seconds, Shriya was too sensitive. The teenagers snuggled together and watched the rest of the movie in the dim light. Neither of them had any idea what was going on with the plot of the film, but they didn't much care. The sheriff seemed to be losing his battle against the brain worms, but the friends focused instead on their soft warm bodies pressed against each other.

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"Thanks for coming in, Mrs. Warrier." Shriya smiled at the woman. Manju Warrier was clearly expecting a formal meeting with the principal. Shriya looked her over. She had applied a touch of makeup, and wore an ironed blouse and a long skirt. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she entered the supply room.

"I was told to come here." Manju stopped halfway into the room and looked around her with an eyebrow arched like she didn't like what she was seeing. When Krishan stepped around her and closed the door, a look of deep disquiet etched itself on her forehead. "Where's Principal Sneha?" She noticed that the teenage girl held what looked like a ball under a towel in her hands. Manju couldn't for the life of her figure out what was going on.

"The principal will be here later." Krishan smiled pleasantly. "She had an emergency with her son."

"Oh, well, I hope everything's alright." Manju bit her bottom lip and looked around the dank room. She knew Tarun because he sometimes hung out with Manju's son, JK. She recognized the pair before her too, they were in the same senior class. Shriya and Krishan, was it? Something like that.

"Everything's fine," Shriya said. "Mrs. Sneha just started something with her son yesterday and she hasn't been able to pull herself away yet." Shriya tried not to smirk. She didn't want to scare this woman away. "She's taking care of it, and hopefully she should be here soon. I'm Shriya and this is my brother, Krish. And this is a trust building exercise the school is doing with the seniors and a few special parents."

"What on earth are you talking ...?" Manju's face went slack when Shriya lifted the towel. Shriya held a large, oblong object. It was black with pulsing red lines zigzagging around it. Manju had never seen anything like it. She shivered despite the heat in the room. "What is that?" Looking at the object was like looking at a car crash. Manju was repulsed, but she could not look away.

"How this works ..." Krishan put his hand on the erstwhile dreamstone. "... is that we all put our hands on the stone and then you tell us about a present you're thinking about getting JK for graduation. Then we'll see if we can help."

The twins exchanged a look. It was a silly story, but it should work. They could feel the power under their fingers, and that alone gave them confidence.

"Well ... okay." Manju took a couple of unsure steps toward the teenagers. The walls of reality seemed so much more flexible than moments before. She walked up to them and put her hand on the object. "It ... feels electric."

"Good, Mrs. Warrier." Shriya put her other hand on top of Manju's hand and held firm. "Now, what do you want JK to have for graduation?"

"Whatever makes him happy." Manju smiled dreamily. Her body buzzed like she'd had one too many wine spritzers.

"Would you be surprised to learn that you would make him happier than anything else?" Krishan felt the energy surging in the stone. Mansion liked where this was going.

"Me?" Manju looked up from the glowing object, pulsing red reflected in her blue eyes. "I don't think an eighteen-year-old wants to spend time with his mother."

"I can guarantee he wants exactly that, Mrs. Warrier." Shriya squeezed her hand.

"Wants me?" Manju's legs trembled. Were her panties wet? "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about cementing the bond between you." Krishan pulled his hand from the stone and started taking off his clothes.

"What are you doing, Krish?" Shriya whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Not that it mattered, Manju was standing right there and could hear anything they said. "Just the dreamstone. That's all we were supposed ..." Shriya rolled her eyes as Krishan's massive dick sprung free. Oh, well. Hopefully the House's power was strong enough to deal with Manju's inevitable freak-out.

"Oh, my." Manju gave a start and stepped back, pulling her hand off the object. "Is ... that real? Wait, are you talking about me ... and JK ... in the biblical sense?" It occurred to her that she should be running from the room.

"Yep." Krishan kicked his pants and underwear away. "And I'm willing to let you practice on me. You know, so that you can get ready for JK."

"You're insane." Manju struggled with herself, her body twisted as she tried to move to the door and also get a closer look at the penis in front of her at the same time. "I'm going to tell your parents about this." But she didn't sound like she meant it. Her eyes stayed glued to that long, veiny pole. How could a skinny teenager like him be attached to something like that?

"A little help, Shriya?" Krishan didn't want to be the one to bring her over to him. He could tell Manju was on the verge of bolting.

"Fine." Shriya stepped over to Manju, put her hand on the small of the woman's back, and walked her gently over to Krishan. She could feel Manju trembling like a frightened mouse. "But I think you're just being greedy."

"You can have a turn, too." Krishan watched as Shriya put her hands on Manju's shoulders and dropped her gently to her knees.

"I can't ... I won't touch it." Manju was transfixed by the massive thing in front of her nose. The siblings ignored her. They were talking about her like a toy they were about to share. Without prompting, she reached her hands out and took hold of the tool. Her insides melted a little when she felt its weight. It would certainly break any woman foolish enough to put it in her vagina. She almost felt sorry for Krishan, he would never know what sex was like. Not truly. Any woman that was brave enough to try him, would struggle mightily.

"Go on, Mrs. Warrier. Just suck him already." Shriya gave Krishan a smile with a bit of mock disgust thrown in. It would be fun to watch this. Maybe they should do this with all the moms going forward.

Manju couldn't explain why she was doing it. In twenty-two years of marriage, she'd never once thought of infidelity. But she just couldn't deny Krishan, even with his sister looking on. She opened her mouth wide and slipped him in. Her eyes open, she looked down the long veiny shaft before her. Then she moved her head back and forth, her blond hair falling into her peripheral vision. She found she could only fit in his head, and just barely at that.

"Wow, that is a pretty sight." Shriya put her hand in Manju's blond hair and helped with the blowjob. When Manju gagged several times, Shriya eased up a bit. She didn't want to torture the poor woman.

"Wish you could feel this, Brit." Krishan looked over at his sister. "Her tongue ... on my head ..."

"I don't have a dick, dummy." Shriya thought about it, and decided she was happy with a pussy, however much Krishan seemed to be enjoying the blowjob.

 

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"But ... still ..." Krishan zoned out and let Manju work her magic. The blowjob was only about ten percent skill and ninety percent elbow grease, but it worked somehow. He wondered if she ever gave her poor husband oral sex.

About fifteen minutes later, Krishan was ready. "Where ... should ... I ..."

"Cum on her face, Krish." Shriya let go of Manju's hair. "She's probably never done that."

"Mmmmmppphhhh." Manju's eyes went wide, but she continued pumping the penis with her mouth.

"Okay ... aaahhhh ..." Krishan put his hand where Shriya's had been, pulled the housewife off his dick, and held her face in front of him.

"Actually ... um ... we're at school ... maybe you shouldn't ..." Shriya watched as her brother gave his familiar soft grunts. It was too late. Shot after shot of hot, salty cum plastered Manju's face. Shriya figured the woman's expertly applied makeup was a goner.

Manju shuddered as a river of cum splattered her. Every time she thought Krishan was done, more came out. It was so hot, and sticky. She knew it was in her hair and dripping down to her well-ironed blouse. How would she ever walk out of the school? The thought of it made her shudder, and then she had the first non-contact orgasm in her life. It so surprised her that she thought she might be having a stroke at first, but then the pleasure overwhelmed her, and she knew these teenagers could do whatever they wanted.

A short time later, Krishan held Manju up in the air, bouncing her on his dick. Either the woman had a remarkably flexible pussy, or the dreamstone had worked some of its magic on her. He hadn't thought to offer her the deal until after he'd sunk his dick into her, and now it didn't seem to matter. She had a nice body, with wide hips, and ample boobs already. Dealing with the heat that the deal brought would be an issue anyway. So, Krishan just humped her as is, relishing the way she squealed every time their hips pounded together. It was clear she hadn't had standing sex before. Krishan thought about JK, he was a pretty big guy. Maybe he'd be able to give his mom standing sex. She certainly seemed to enjoy it.

"I really want a turn, Krish." Shriya stood naked watching them, her right hand massaging her clit.

"About ... to ... cum ..." Krishan would never grow tired of the first time he unloaded in a pussy. It was the beauty of charting unknown waters.

"Uuugghhhhh ... mmmeeeee ... ssssppppprrrrrmmmmm." Manju wanted to tell him she couldn't take his sperm, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, she rocketed off on another huge orgasm as his heat filled her. The next few minutes were a daze. She felt herself being put down onto her feet, wobbling on her heels. Then Shriya turned her back to Manju, stuck out her tight, young butt, and put her hands on a shelf. Manju staggered over to her, dropped to her knees, and as if guided by some force, planted her face between the girl's cheeks. Oh, God, she was licking Shriya's butt. She shuddered at the thought but didn't stop.

"Wow, she's a dirty one." Krishan leaned against the shelf and watched JK's mom eat ass. He wondered if she'd eat her son's ass, too. Probably, if she was so gungho about Shriya's butt. Maybe they'd discovered the woman's kink.

"That feels ... really good ... Mrs. Warrier." Shriya wiggled her butt at the woman, enjoying how Manju's hands clutched at Shriya's cheeks. "But ... I need you ... to lick my pussy. Yeeeesssssss." Shriya cooed as the woman lowered her attack several inches.

The siblings enjoyed Manju for another hour. Then, they toweled her off best they could, dressed, and walked her to the door.

"Now remember, what JK wants more than anything is you." Shriya gave Manju a peck on the cheek.

"And the sooner the better." Krishan patted her round butt and kissed Manju's forehead.

"He wants ... me." Manju said uncertainly.

"Right you are." Shriya opened the door and checked the hall. It was empty.

"Now go get 'em, tiger." Krishan slapped her butt again and they sent her on her way. Shriya closed the door again and the twins looked at each other. They burst out laughing.

"That was ... amazing," Krishan said between laughs.

"Totally wild ... I want more ... more ... more." Shriya's laughter slowed and she looked at her handsome brother.

"I think we get to have as much as we want." Krishan leaned in and kissed Shriya. She kissed him back with urgency and locked her arms around his narrow shoulders. They made out in the room for another fifteen minutes before making their way to fifth period. Principal Sneha never made it to school that day, and twins were pretty sure they knew why.

~~

 

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"You're getting so good at ... holding back your orgasm ... sweetie." Sneha rocked her hips, grinding them into her son's hips below. They were in his bedroom and the light was turning golden outside. They'd fucked the day away. They hadn't even stopped for lunch. Sneha had had a few minor orgasms, but the real joy for her was watching the happiness she was able to give her sweet son.

"Thanks ... Mom." Ted's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. His body was so sore, he hadn't had that much exercise since he'd given up soccer. Maybe not even then. He looked down at his mother's swollen belly. "I can't believe ... Dad's baby is in there ... and we're doing this."

"Um ..." Sneha kept moving her hips but a slight frown played on her lips. "I ... have to tell you something." She lovingly wiped sweat from Ted's brow. "It's not your father's baby."

"What?" Ted looked up from her belly into her soft eyes. Had she really said what he thought she said? "Who?"

"It's a long story." Sneha sped up her hips, hoping that her ministrations would lessen the blow of the news. "Krishan and I had sex."

"Shriya's ... brother?" Ted knew he felt something weird going on at New Year's. He waited for anger to surge. Krishan had claimed his mother. Anger didn't come. It felt too good to return to the pussy he came from. There was no room for bitter feelings. "Did you ... did you have sex with me because ... of that?"

"Well ... yes ... they wanted me to."

"They?" It was hard to be shocked while your mom rode your dick, but Ted had managed it.

"Yes ... Shriya and Krishan." Sneha switched to bouncing on him. She'd gotten the length of her upstroke right so that she was no longer worried about him falling out. "Are you mad?"

Ted watched her heavy breasts swing in counter-circles. "No ... no ... it's okay. I guess, if it means we get ... to have this ..."

"That's my boy." Sneha reached down and cupped his head, and brought his face up to her boobs. "This is ours, Tarun. We get to have this."

"Uuuugggghhhhhhh." Ted erupted inside his mother again. Her body wobbled on top of him. Whatever else there was, that moment was perfection.

And Mansion agreed. It felt their bond strengthen, and power surged within the old building.

~~

"Do you feel it, Sunny?" Nayanthara sat in their living room, enjoying the warmth of the fire. She regarded a particularly elegant stag head that her husband had mounted over the mantle. What had he said? The thing had a ten-point rack? Whatever it was, Vijay had been giddy the day he brought it home.

"I feel it." Sunny massaged his mother's cold feet with his hands. There was such tenderness in his touch. "Can I put it inside you yet?"

"Not yet, dearie." Nayanthara smiled at him, reached over her swollen belly, and patted his pale, freckled cheek. "Your father is drawn to us like a moth to flame. Let's meet him at our zenith."

"Of course." Sunny couldn't resist sliding his hand up her exposed calves.

"I said not yet." Nayanthara playfully slapped Sunny's hand away as it moved toward her thigh.

"Yes, Mother." Sunny moved his hands back down to her feet. "We haven't been this close in over a century." He thought about his father reined by the thorns, cursing, and swearing to rid the world of their corruption. What a fool.

"The twins are the key. They'll carry us over the finish." Nayanthara looked back to the stag. The House would have a new trophy very soon.

~~

"Oh, JK. Ooohhhhhh, my sweet JK." Manju leaned over her living room sofa, allowing her eighteen-year-old son access to her special places from behind. Her dress was around her waist and a bewildered and ecstatic expression had fixed itself to her face. Her sweet son wasn't a freak like the boy, but he had more down there than his father. And he seemed quite overjoyed at getting to use it on his mother.

"Shit ... Mom ... I'm gonna cum ... again." JK tightened his grip on his mother's hips. She had a way bigger ass than the girls he'd dated at school, and he gazed at the ripples he created with each slap of his hips.

"Not inside ... again ... darling." Manju didn't try and dislodge him. Her son had already done the deed twice inside her and she was a sloppy mess back there. Her husband had long since had a vasectomy, so it would be very hard to explain to him an unwanted pregnancy.

"A ... little ... aaahhh ... more ... doesn't ... matter." JK punctuated each word with violent, claiming thrusts into her pussy.

"Okay." Manju couldn't say no. Anyway he was right, what did a little more sperm matter? His little swimmers would either find her egg or they wouldn't. "Go ... ahead ... JK." She was telling her son to seed her. The young man she raised to be a good, caring citizen, was about to pour himself into his own mother. The thought twisted her mind and she trembled out an orgasm, as he grunted his climax behind her.

Manju stayed bent over the sofa for a while, catching her breath. Eventually, she reached behind her and pushed his hips away from her butt. She stood up and pulled her dress back down around her knees. "We need to clean up. I need to pick up your brother and sister. Your father will be home in an hour and I need to have dinner ready." She bent down and picked up her panties. She felt his hands on her again and she shivered. "No more, JK. We have things to do."