Khaandani Randiyaan ndash Part II
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Khaandani Randiyaan – Part III free porn video
Hey there my dear friends, I know that you had been loving my earlier stories and are waiting for another Dirty, Nasty and Sultry one.
So, here is the continuation, of my story.
Waise I Need to say this, “Jinki lulli abhi zip mein hai nikaal lo, laude ko mal mal ke thoda solid sa bana liyo, kyunki, jab jal jaayegi yeh FUL-JARI… chhoot jaayegi teri PICH-KAARI.”
Lets Start with the continuation then…
…Salim was very angry after being on the receiving side of the slap and wanted some retribution but I asked him not to do so and slowly slid out his cock from my pussy, dressed up and left the room with mom’s hand in one hand. Mom was sad as she thought that she was the one to blame to have forced me into all this and that she let Salim have sex with her daughter forcefully, she was unaware of what really happened inside the room that very day. She was surely tired and so was Salim who left in anger. I took mom to her bed and dressed her up well and left her on the bed to sleep.
The next day, as it would be we tried our best not to talk about what all transpired yesterday and move on. Mom still looked tensed and this was surely having its Toll on me. I told mom that it was not her fault and that I was 18 already and it was just what I wanted at that time. It wasn’t mom’s fault and nor was Salim’s. She continued to weep but soon stopped doing so as she realized that I was a grown-up now and wanted sex as well.
An year passed by without any encounter between Me, Salim or Ragini mom. I was feeling guilty that because of me her sex life that was ever so flowing, though against the society had stopped. I wanted to do this right but had no clue of how to contact Salim or any of the other men who were at the place.
It was my 20th birthday and like all the other birthdays, it was the day when Me and my mum used to roam around the markets and she used to buy me the dress that I would love and would want to buy. I was so happy that this time I would be getting some time off with my mom and that too while I was back home and not in college.
My mom looked dull now as if she was not getting her desires fulfilled so I wanted to make sure that keeping it descent I should try to cheer her up and planned for a dinner with my cousins at the Mall in the City. We left the home in the morning and I was hoping that she did like the surprise that she was about to have in the night and would cheer up.
We went to the nearby McD to catch some morning burgers and that too with extra cheese. While we were eating some small kid just threw his cold-drink over mom’s saree. I felt disgusted but before I could shout on that boy my mom asked me to relax and said that her friend lived close-by and that she could lend her some attire for the day.
We packed our things up and moved towards Aunty’s home. On reaching her home she welcomed us there and she was pretty happy to see us both, she recognized mom but didn’t recognize me. My mom introduced me to her. It was Sunaina aunty, mom’s office-colleague and the one working under mom for some years now.
She welcomed us in and then after getting to know what all happened at McD she offered her Suit to mom. Mom changed her attire and was ready to leave, she was talking to Sunaina aunty inside the room and then she came out. Aunty came to me and said, Sanjana, you can stay here for a while, we’ll return after giving this saree for a wash. I looked at mom and she signaled to me Yes by her head movements.
I closed the door and mom and aunty left the home answering the phone. I was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine that was lying there on the table. It was one of the new copies of COSMOPOLITAN and I was loving the content that was in there and was also enjoying myself reading the problems that were mentioned in the letters of the readers.
While I was reading the magazine the door-bell rang and I hoped that mom was back from the market after giving her clothes for being cleaned. I went to the door and opened the door, but it was not her. There was a courier boy there having a big box of parcel. I received it for aunt hoping that she would be back soon and I would hand it over to her. Before I could close the door after keeping the box on the center table there was a florist on the door. I received that too, I was thinking meanwhile that aunt’s husband was quite very romantic and that she really was very lucky. I kept the flowers alongside the parcel and was still thinking about aunt and her love life. I could somewhat sense the banging that her pussy was enjoying after being married with a husband like that and that was surely turning me ON and making me want some of it. I wasn’t sure about that though as that would surely not go down well with mom who trying her best to keep me away from all that. I was just moving away from the table that had the flowers and the parcel when I saw a letter between the stalks of Rose. I was unable to resist it at that time as I wanted to feel what being married felt like and that too to a man who cared so much for his partner.
I took the letter out and opened it, I was shocked as the letter was not for aunt and instead it was for me. I quickly wanted to know who was the person who wrote me this letter and why was it being delivered at aunt’s house. To my surprise the author of the letter was my own mom, I was surprised as well as shocked,
“Dear Sanjana,
I know that things have not been going well between us in the house recently and I guess I am to blame for this. I shouldn’t have let you been a part of all that happened that day. You were new to it and it is strange why you liked it without being scared. Maybe you like it and love it to happen to yourself. But I am really not sure about that at the moment and so I’ve sent you a parcel that you might have received. I hope you like the gifts that I have sent you and maybe we’ll have a better time at home talking and discussing more freely about what we want and what we don’t want in our lives.
Take Care and Enjoy the Gifts
Ragini”
It was right that we have not been in the best of states, both of us after that incident and that was surely one of those things that was acting as a wall between us. We didn’t chit chat as usual and also were not able to share about the other parts of our lives. I too wanted this to change and was happy that my mother herself was taking this initiative to talk things out, no matter our sexual needs and thoughts differed or maybe seemed different after that odd event.
I took the parcel box in front of me on the floor and then used the key-ring that I had to open the box and to see what my mother has gifted to me this time on my birthday. I was hoping to find several new dresses looking at the size of the box that encapsulated all the stuff together. But what I found to be my gifts was surely not expected by me, from my mom especially.
When I opened the box, I was amazed to see the amount of kink that my mother had. She had gifted me some of her sex-toys, sex-books, and some other new and in trend toys that I had just always seen on the Porn websites and that’s all.
I picked up one of the toys that was inside the box which revealed a small box that was placed inside the bigger box that I had and that looked somewhat old. I was pretty excited as well and I quickly picked it up. It had my mother’s name embedded on it “RAGINI”.
I opened the small box and there was a diary that looked thick and stuff was kept inside it to be safe. I opened the diary to read. The very first page was having a photo of my mother in her early teens, around 16 or so and she looked sweet and sexy at that time with kurta-pajama in the attire of a fitting that would surely allow her to show off her curves and to make sure that she looked like a real slut at that time. Red lipstick to go along with all that heavy make-up at that time.
I turned the page excited to see what it had. This page was kinda rare, and I loved it though, it had a condom stapled to the left of the page inside a plastic packet that was sealed. The condom had the semen still inside it, though its color seemed to have faded along with the semen looking like water. Also there were blood stains onto the condom and onto the plastic. I read what was written on the right hand side. It was my mom’s personal experience of her first ever sex with her boyfriend at that time and that too with her Physical Training Teacher.
She had given every bits and pieces of detail about that encounter and I was getting turned on reading all that. It was truly something how a young girl looks at it. It was lovely but I didn’t have all the time go through the entire stuff and as it was mine now, I could surely read it later whenever I felt like.
I took out a vibrator dildo and turned it ON. I removed my jeans and lowered my panty, as I took out my boobs from the cups of the bra and allowed them some space to move freely as ever before and that was pretty great, the feeling that a vibrator gave, the one my mom had been using to reach the climax whenever she might have been alone and had been turned on.
I was enjoying all of this looking at a porn book and masturbating. While I was busy doing this, the doorbell rang and I was taken by surprise as I had totally forgot that I was at aunt’s place and not mine. I stuffed everything back in the box and put on my panty but the bell rang again. I had no time to get the jeans ON and hoping that it might be someone in hurry I opened the door as I can surely dress-up in front of aunt and mom if they were back. I opened the door and was shocked to see Salim there.
I had not expected Salim to come there, nor can I say anything at that time. He ordered me to open the door and I did just that. I was not able to say NO or do anything else. He came inside the house and shut the door behind him. I was still looking at him with my eyes wide open in shock and surprise, as he soon realized what I was feeling at that time. He came near me and hugged me tightly, and doing so he pinched my butts hard.
And asked in my ears, “Kya hua Sanjana? Kuch toh bolo meri jaan.”
I was somehow able to utter out these words, “Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? I mean…”
He said “Tujhe gift dene aaya hoon teri birthday ka meri jaan.”
I realized that might be he had a chat with mom and was there to gift her something or to wish her. So maybe he was there for that. He soon wished me “HAPPY BIRTH DAY”
And continued to say “So meri jaan, jaan-na chahogi ki tere liye main kya tohfa laaya hoon? Bolo”
I said “Yes, for sure.”
On hearing a Yes straight away he grinned and gave me a naughty smile. He pushed me towards himself and before I could understand anything, my T-Shirt was in pieces and his left hand was inside my panty, caressing and teasing my pussy. I could just bite my lower lip as I somehow managed to ask him. “Kya kar rahe ho? Chhodo, Mom aur unki dost aa jaayeingi.”
He didn’t listen to me and soon my panty that was the only thing covering the pussy was ripped off as well. He soon ripped off the bra as well and this left me nude without any kind of idea of what might happen if mom and aunty returned at this moment. He pushed me on the floor just beside the center table near the front entrance door and started to fondle my body as per his wish as I started to enjoy the act and the moment as I wanted this to happen to me more often as I surely loved the sex that was a part of my life earlier and had been missing ever-since after the time the groupie incident happened. I decided not to waste this opportunity and to pounce on it to maximize this experience, the pleasure and to enjoy the cock of this pure beast who was playing with my body, biting and kissing all over me. I was so turned on that my pussy was dripping wet and wanting some action right away.
I could not have asked for something more at that very time. I was cooperating with his approach and was giving him the best of support to make sure that he fucks me hard and right to make sure that my fantasy is fully realized during the act. This made me look pretty horny and it seemed that I was getting more and more turned on.
While he played with my body and biting my hard nipples, I undone his pants and then removed it by slowly pushing it down whenever I had a chance, when he gave me some space to do so. This continued for about 15 minutes and I was also successful in removing his boxers as well. His cock was in my hands all erect and ready to give me a good solid ride. I was massaging it taking some saliva in my hands.
Seeing me do this, Salim right away asked me, “Saali, tu toh aaj bhi garma garam hai iss samay, chudney ko ekdum taiyaar aur bekaraar.”
I replied to his comment without any kind of delay, “Arey yeh toh zindagi hai, aur jab uss din ki thukai beech mein chhorri thhi… toh aaj waali toh dumdaar aur mast toh honi hi hai.” – “Maa ke aane ke pehle thok lo tum jee bhar ke… pata nahin firr kab mauka miley. Mujhey iss samay sirf aur sirf lund chahiye apni chut mein aur kuch nahin.”
“Wah meri kutiya, teri maa aur tere beech mein badi randi kaun hai, yeh toh nahin pata. Par itna zaroor pata hai, ki dono ki chut aur chhaatiyaan ek se ek hain. Koi bhi mardd chodte samay swarg ka safar zaroor kar le.”
“Ha ha ha”
Saying this, he knew that his cock didn’t need any invitation and that I was all ready to have him right at that time and at that moment. As soon as he inserted his cock inside the pussy a bit I could feel the hot and sexy sensation and I wanted this sensation to last a long, long time. Before he started thrusting his cock in and out for the ride to start, he got and message and he messaged something back to the sender of the message. I was not interested in who it was, his other whore, or his wife, all I knew was that now it’s time that the action should catch some heat and that he should just and just tear my pussy nice and hard today.
“Toh meri kutiya taiyaar hai jannat ka safar karne ke liye?”
“Jannat ka toh pata nahin, par iss samay main chudne ka saara mazaa zaroor lena chahti hoon, chaahe jannat mein miley ya nark mein.”
“Kya baat hai, toh le meri jaan… masti kar aaj tu jee bhar ke.”
Saying this he started the movement and he was not at all mild in his pace, he was rough, hard and fast. He was just like a dog fucking his bitch in the middle of the road. He was so animalistic that his teeth were also biting my breasts and nipples really hard, while his hand were spanking me, slapping me and playing with the rest of my body. I was at the bottom while he was continuously pounding his cock into my pussy from the top. His continuous pounding had already made my mood and all that I was doing was moaning.
He started to twist my body and to make sure that I was hurt till the core and that none of my body part was left untouched and un-tortured. I was fine with it till he was fucking me well. All his deeds felt like good and seemed to be making me hornier. I too was joining in the heat and biting him whenever I could, scratching his back with my long and sharp nails that were turning him wilder which in turn had its effects on his pounding and also on his wildness. The action was on his edge, steaming hot and all that was being heard in the room were the sounds of pounding, as I moaned louder and louder. I had closed my eyes and was fully enjoying the hardcore sex, bites and the other stuff. This was just like a fantasy for me, being fucked literally on the floor on my birthday while being at my aunt’s home, who was my mom’s friend. It was pretty exciting as well, Salim coming over to the place and banging me like a complete animal at her place.
It continued for about 20 minutes or so and I was just having my eyes closed and enjoying the moment before my mom and aunt returned. His kisses on my lips were keeping me hot and in the groove, as I was gripping my man for the moment very tightly. His movements stopped for a bit as he closed my eyes with his hand and this seemed like the perfect game to tease me at that time. I started to shake my hips and the legs with his cock still deep inside me. I was going to say something when a tongue entered my mouth and started washing it out. I began to do the same as I didn’t want him to feel in sense that I am less wilder than any other bitch or whore that he might have fucked. He removed his hands while the kiss continued and I was loving this kind of kiss. It was new and so very sensuous, and so in the mood. As soon as it ended and the tongue was out. I slowly opened my eyes to find Salim drinking some beer from a bottle that he had in his hands. Some chips were there as well on the floor right next to the beer. He might have had them in hands range, I thought and just told him that the kiss was so very good. It was the best one ever.
I said “Salim, tu toh bada hi mast kiss karta hai, maine aaj tak isse achchha aur kamuk kiss nahin liya kisi se.”
“Jaan who toh hai, aisa kiss toh lakhon mein ek ke paas hi hota hai. Chalo thank you bolo kiss karne waale ko.”
“Thank you meri jaan Salim.”
“Nah, kiss karne waale ko Thank You bolo kamini kutiya.”
Saying this he turned my face towards the left direction. On seeing there I was shocked.
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