Padosi Ki Beti Ki Chudaai 8211 Part I
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Maine Pallavi se poochha ki phir kab milogi. Tomorrow,” Pallavi said, as she opened the van door. “Don’t you remember. You and Neetu invited us over. Main chadhhi nahin pahan ke aaungi, taiyyar rehna.” Pallavi and Nisha left without another word. I went back to work, unable to think of anything except Pallavi for the rest of the day. Shikha, Sooraj and Pallavi all came over the next day about two o’clock. Pallavi wore a crop top and a mini dress.
The top seemed to hang far in front of her stomach, pushed out by the size of her choochiyaan. Pallavi smiled and said “Hello,” but otherwise was distant and polite. Everyone was drinking a bit, and Pallavi falled into serving as the bartender for the group as she was the odd man out. By five, everyone was feeling the effects of three hours of drinking. I wasn’t in too bad a shape even though I had consumed five or six drinks. We were cooking dinner on the grill, Neetu’s specialty. I volunteered to help Pallavi make the drinks in the kitchen.
I walked behind Pallavi, watching her gaand swing in her short skirt. I got out the blender while Pallavi found the mix and the ice cubes. I poured in the rum, about a cup for the four drinks. I spilled some of the strawberry mix on my hand. Pallavi noticed it, pulled my hand to her mouth, and began to lick the sweet mix off my fingers, sucking each on deep into her mouth and looking me straight in the eye as she did. Kya tumne sach mein chadhhi nahi pehni? maine poochha
See for yourself,” she answered, and firmly placed my hand on her bare bottom under her skirt. Her gaand felt silky smooth and Pallavi moaned as my fingers trace swirls over each gaand cheek. I reached down between her legs, and Pallavi leaned over the counter to give me access to her choot. My fingers ran lightly over the outside of her choot lips. I don’t know if I should let you feel inside. You are married….” Pallavi stopped in mid sentence as my finger entered her choot.
It was wet and slippery from her juices, but hotter and tighter than anything I had ever felt before. I could actually feel it pulsing against my one finger inside, squeezing it again and again. My lund grew hard immediately with the thought of fucking the wondrous choot, and we both moaned together with how good it felt. Just then the screen door slammed. It was Shikha coming in to see where the drinks were. We are just about done,” I told Shikha. We’ll be out in a minute. Shikha grabbed some garlic powder and went back out to the others.
I turned on the blender while Pallavi slid down my body and began to mouth my lund through my pants, biting it and making my knees weak. She pulled my pants down just enough to let my lund free to the open air, hanging less than an inch from her open mouth. “You are a married…” Pallavi was stopped again, this time by me slipping my lund right into her mouth. She did not protest at all, rather she began licking and sucking like nothing I had ever felt. Pallavi grabbed my lund with both hands and started jerking me off while she sucked me,
Then stopped suddenly and stood up, pulling up my pants to cover my manhood.”Not yet, Mastraam. We have some drinks to serve. Pallavi pulled four glands down from the cabinet, and I filled the first with the mix from the blender. “That one is yours,” Pallavi said. She grabbed the bottle of rum and poured about another cup into the blender, turning it back on. “I don’t want you unable to function,” Pallavi said, sliding her hand over my throbbing lund as she pressed her body into mine, and her mouth against mine for a hot wet kiss. Pallavi broke away a moment later to turn off the blender and pour the rest of the drinks.
Okay mister married man. Let’s go serve these drinks.” I was amazed that nobody seemed to notice how strong the drinks were. The four of us finished our drinks rather quickly, and I could see the effects on Neetu, Shikha and Sooraj, especially since we hadn’t eaten yet. Pallavi volunteered to go mix another batch, and I helped to serve the food. Dinner went without further incident, with another round of drinks gone rather quickly.
After we all cleaned up (Pallavi did most of the work, the others were having a difficult time just walking straight), Pallavi asked if anyone wanted another drink. Shikha and Sooraj said no, that they should be going. After saying goodbye to our guests, Neetu said that she did want another drink. Pallavi had already prepared it, and suggested that we all go inside to watch TV and k. Neetu was quite visibly drunk by this time, and when she ets drunk she gets chudaas. As we walked into the living room,
Neetu started rubbing my lund through my pants, not even trying to hide it from Pallavi.”Mastraam is lucky to have you as a wife,” Pallavi said as she looked on. “You seem like the kind of woman who likes to have sex, and not like the kind who always has a headache.” Neetu smiled, and seemed to blush, but to my surprise she made no attempt to stop stroking me through my pants. “Mastraam is good in bed, and I like to make him feel good.” Pallavi walked over to the couch that Neetu and I were sitting on, sitting down next to me, opposite from Neetu.
His lund looks big and hard inside his pants. I wish I could see what it looks like.” I looked at Pallavi in disbelief. Her line was so corny that I thought Neetu would see right through it and become angry. But Neetu didn’t even hesitate before she started opening up my pants. Why don’t you take off his shirt while I strip him of his pants, Pallavi. Mastraam looks his best when he’s completely naked.” I turned my look of disbelief toward Neetu. I couldn’t tell if this was a setup or not, but I wasn’t about to complain. Pallavi knelt on the sofa and pulled my shirt over my head, pressing her choochiyaan against my face as pulled the material off of my hands.
Meanwhile, Neetu had pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles, slipping the clothes out from under my feet. I sat there naked between my wife and the woman I wanted to be my lover. My lund pointed straight to the ceiling. I see what you mean about how good it looks, Neetu.” Pallavi hesistated for a second, ran her tongue over her lips, then asked, ” can I touch it?” Neetu grabbed my lund and stroked it once or twice, looked at Pallavi, and smiled. “Only if you promise to be a good girl. “I’m always good, Neetu. Real good.” These cliché were going to be the death of me. Pallavi grabbed my lund away from
Neetu, and began stroking me and caressing my balls with her other hand. I looked over at Neetu who only smiled and began to undo her blouse. “He seems to like this. Should I keep it up?” Keeping it up is his job, Pallavi.” Neetu threw aside her bra, then stood up to remove her shorts and panties. Soon she was as nangi as I was. Neetu sat next to me began kissing my chest, her hand stroking my thigh. Her mouth moved down my body until she slipped her lips over the head of my lund, taking it away from
Pallavi. Neetu ran her tongue up and down and around my erection, sucking the head and then deep throat it like I’ve never seen her do. I began to stroke her back and gaand, moaning as I did. Pallavi stood up and walked to the other side of the couch, next to Neetu. She started to rub Neetu’s gaand, just as I was, motioning for me to stop. I watched as Pallavi’s hands caressed my wife’s gaand, slipping inbetween her legs to rub at her choot. Thinking the fingers were mine
Neetu spread her legs, giving Pallavi more and more access. I watched Pallavi slip one, then two fingers into Neetu’s wet choot. Pallavi leaned over and started to kiss and tongue her gaand, and Neetu moaned her approval over my lund, sucking harder and harder. Pallavi started licking at her gaandhole, and Neetu responded my raising her gaand high into the air, spreading her legs till she was standing one leg on the floor, her gaand and choot exposed to Pallavi’s eager mouth.
Pallavi continued attacking Neetu’s choot with her mouth and fingers. My lund broke free from Neetu’s mouth as she cried out, “oh yeah, yeah, don’t stop. I’ve never felt anything so good!” This from the woman who was too embargaanded to let me go down on her. Neetu flipped herself over, spreading her legs wide for Pallavi, and pulling my mouth down onto hers. I felt her body begin to jerk, and she pulled her mouth away from me. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she screamed with every spasm, and I looked down to see
Pallavi sucking rhythmically on her cliterous. “Don’t stop! I’m going to Cum! Yes, Yes, Yes” Her entire body shook, and I saw a stream of cum from Neetu’s choot shoot out against Pallavi’s face. Neetu’s cried died out as she lost consciencness, pgaanding out from the pleasure
Pallavi had given her. I went and got a towel for Pallavi and a pillow and blanket for Neetu. Pallavi helped me get Neetu comfortable, then asked to use the bathroom. I guided her to the upstairs bathroom, deciding to use the first floor one myself. I turned on the TV, not knowing what would happen next.
Neetu was snoring on the couch, and I knew she was out for the night. Pallavi’s voice called me from upstairs, saying she needed help. I went up the stairs, the only light coming from our bedroom.”I’m in here,” Pallavi called. I entered the door, and saw Pallavi, nangi, laying on top of our bed. Her nipples were erect and pointing toward the ceiling, and her knees were up and spread for me to see the choot in between. “I need help,” Pallavi said. “It’s my turn to cum and I need your help.”
What would you like me to do?” I asked. My fingers traced lightly around her choochiyaan, squeezing and pulling on her hard nipples. I leaned over and began to nurse on her choochiyaan, letting my fingers wander down to her choot and probe inside. She was so hot and tight. I want you to cum in my choot, Mastraam. I want to feel you hot cum squirting deep into me. I want you now, Mastraam.” I probably won’t last long….” I started to say, but Pallavi cut me off. “I don’t care. Chodo Mujhe!”
I do what I am told, so I climbed on and slid my erect lund into her choot. She was right with what she had told me about nothing else ever being the same. Nothing I had ever felt was as hot, and tight, and slippery as Pallavi’s choot was. I thought about baseball, about how I was cheating on my wife, about castration, but nothing helped. I came after about thirty seconds, Pallavi crying out underneath me about how great it felt. After I had cum Pallavi told me not to pull out.
She flipped us over so she was on top, my still hard – but growing limp – lund inside of her. I was right, wasn’t I. Now what are you going to do.” Pallavi pulled my hands up to her choochiyaan, her erect nipples under my finger tips. “I’m coming to your work again this week. This time I’m going to suck you off in your office. And how about your secretary. You want her too, don’t you. I’ll have her sucking you off within a week. Tum USey bhi chod sakte ho, if you want.”
Pallavi, I…” Shhh. Quiet, Mastraam. You know you like chodna. Your lund is getting hard again just thinking about it.” She was right. My lund was starting to come back to life again. Pallavi began to rock back and forth, squeezing her choot against my lund. The hot tightness worked it’s magic quickly, and soon Pallavi began to slide up and down on me. She leaned over to the edge of the bed for a minute, and came back with a small tape recorder, then clicked it on. I want the truth from you Mastraam.
Answer with the truth and you will have the time of your life. Do you understand.?” I was scared, but the feelings were just too good. I would have done anything at this point. I said yes.
Does my choot feel better than any other choot you have ever felt?” Yes, ohh, yes. It feels great.”
Does it feel better than you wife’s?” I hesitated for a second, not sure if this should be on tape. Then Pallavi stated to pull herself off of me, my lund slipping into the cold air.
“Yes, yes, it feels better than my wife’s.”
That’s better. If you had a choice between fucking me and fucking Neetu, who would you pick?”
“I’d pick you.” Pallavi was pumping up and down harder and harder, her breath coming faster. “If your boss needed you in his office, and I was sucking you off, would you leave?” “No, I’d stay with you.” Pallavi’s head dropped back, and I pulled and twisted her nipples as she pounded up and down on my lund.
Oh god, oh yeah Mastraam. If your wife walked in the room right now, would you stop fucking me?” No, no I wouldn’t.” I flipped Pallavi over and began pounding into her hot choot as hard as I could, Pallavi crying out with pleasure with each thrust. Pallavi screamed louder and louding in orgasmic pleasure, her choot squeezing against me, milking the semen from my lund. I’m going to cum,” I shouted. Pallavi pulled away, grabbing my lund and pumping it into her mouth, sucking the cum from my manhood. I fell back, groaning with pleasure. Pallavi licked me clean, then lay next to me, pulling me to her and kissing my chest and neck.
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