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I am Huma with a new sex story which all of you will love to read. I am Sarita, married to Mohit in Rajasthan. Every pore of my body is in pain today. Mohit fucked the hell out of me last night. We were drunk. He had just returned from his sister Raji’s house after three days and we were horny. He insisted on drinking and I felt it good if we could shed some of our routine inhibitions. He began to swear at every chance. Soon he was tipsy and began to use abusive language. He made me hold his cock and began to undress me.
I was also getting wild. I cried as he pinched my nipple” Ueee…..maaa…what are you up to? Looks like your sister has spoiled you….What has got into you?” He looked drunkenly at me and said”Chal behnchod, (sisterfucker) lets fuck….I am horny to fuck you” We began to fuck with me bent like a bitch as he slammed his cock into me from behind and uttering obscenities,” Come on Raji, my bitch……..fuck you bitch…Raji, my sister fuck my cock..I love your ass Raji”
I did not know what had happened to Mohit but realized that he must have fucked his sister and must be thinking I am Raji and not his wife. I played along acting his sister’s role and said” Yes bhaiya, fuck your sister like a bitch, bhaiya, you have become a sister fucker…..behnchod” He fucked me like an animal and I was not in a position to get up in the morning. So, my Nanad had transformed my bastard husband into a sister fucker. His sister was my rival, my Souten. I had to get even with my husband. I had to take revenge on the bastard.
My father-in-law Digvijay Singh is an extremely good-looking man. Mohit (my husband) is a good-looking man as well, but he just doesn’t have that real tough look or that powerful sex drive which really wreck a woman and make her beg for more. I call my father in law, Papa. I saw him fuck his sister Rishma aunty. Actually they were in his bed when I was supposed to be in the market. I had to come back when I realized I had forgotten my keys at home. I heard sounds coming from Papa’s room and went to see.
What I saw, shocked me. Rishma aunty was lying with her legs on Papa’s shoulder with his cock moving like a piston in her mature cunt. Rishma aunty is a widow of about 40 years. I saw her lift her big ass to get the whole of Papa’s cock.” Vijay, you bastard, your cock is like a donkey’s. You behnchod(sister fucker) have devastated my Choot with your gadha lund. You must be careful with some other woman, you will kill her, brother” I wet my cunt at the sight and wished to God to give me a chance to lay my hands on that monster cock. I was pretty happy when my husband said he was going to attend some business out of town which would mean I would be left alone with my Papa.
We always had a good time. I knew what it meant to be alone with my father-in-law for a week. That is when I hatched a plan to get my revenge on my husband by getting a hard fuck from my Papa. Next day my husband kissed me long and deep and apologized that he would be gone He promised me that when he got home he would give me beautiful present. As he left he asked me to take good care of Papa. I smiled and agreed. As a matter of fact, I had already decided to take my pleasurable revenge by fucking my father in law.
I heard the shower running as I prepared breakfast. By the time my father-in-law arrived in the kitchen, I had his breakfast already and waiting. He had the towel round his waist, his body still dripping water. He has a thick mat of chest hair which is graying. My hands itched to touch his hairy chest and to kiss his nipples. His ass protruded from the towel. “Smells delicious Sarita beti! I am starving for food!” He exclaimed.”What smells delicious? Are you hungry just for food?” I asked teasing him. “At least you could praise my beauty Papa. Please, have a seat.” I smiled at him seductively.
I wore my husband’s shirt and nothing underneath. It covered my ass and left my long legs naked. Two top buttons of my shirt were undone to give a generous glimpse of my 36 DD boobs when I bent forward. He sat on the chair and I stole peeks at my boobs as he ate. His eyes wandering to my breasts peeking out of my shirt. I sat in front of Papa and looked at him with open lust in my eyes. I opened and closed my legs in excitement. I creamed my pussy as I clenched my thighs tightly.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked.”Oh, after I have fed my Papa,” I replied.”Well, I want to feed my darling Bahu. Sit down and let Papa feed you, come on darling, sit by my side, just as you sit by the side of my son. I don’t want Mohit to say that his father does not take care of his beautiful wife.” He motioned to the chair next to him. I smiled at him, bending forward to show him a set of tits he lusted for. I moved my ass before him before sitting beside him. My heart was thundering in my chest as I saw lust on his face. We sat there and he ate in silence as his eyes looked at me openly. ” Papa, I will take a shower and be back with you. Enjoy your meal and then we will see some movies. Ok?”
I took off my shirt and stood in the shower planning my next move. I was nervous and a little scared but more than anything I felt sexually aroused. The water only seemed to be heightening my sexuality. I felt my pussy go slick and I knew that I had to do something about my heated cunt soon. When I had done showering, I scented my body especially my boobs and pussy. I hoped to make my Papa hot. By the time I was done, I knew I looked and smelled good. I put on transparent shorts and a small blouse examined myself in the mirror and loved the way my
blouse revealed a good portion of my ample breasts.
I noticed how the nipples were poking through the soft fabric in full erection. I knew that he had to love my breasts. I had decided not to wear any bra or panties. Well, I knew it was time for me to make my appearance. I slowly walked into the room. I could see him from around the corner before he noticed me. I had left a movie in the Video player which was a porn movie. He was watching it with his hands cupping his cock. It was obvious that he was having a “hard” time concentrating.
How’s the movie?” I asked as I walked by him and sat on the couch. I noticed that his eyes were drawn immediately to my breasts through the opening of my blouse. His eyes were red with lust as he denuded me in his imagination. I sat close to his thighs and pressed my legs to his body and placed my hand on his thigh just close to his crotch.”Oh..it’s..it’s…good, I mean the movie, beti” he stammered. “I’m having a hard
time concentrating, it is almost pornographic. Look at that woman…..my God…..her tits are enormous…..Sarita….where did you get this film……I can’t concentrate…..I must go.”
I smiled. “No Papa, don’t go, please…..stay with me….I am so lonely. Maybe you should help me get rid of my loneliness that your son has given me by disappearing from the house for a week. Don’t you understand the loneliness of a young woman, all by herself. You can help me get rid of this loneliness, papa.” He looked at the TV and blushed as I caught him staring at my breasts again.”Papa, I need you…..I need your company….Wont you keep me company? Don’t you love me Papa? I know you are aroused by seeing that woman on the screen. That’s why you were staring at my boobs. Dont you like my boobs? Would you like to see them naked, to touch them?” I asked in a husky voice.
He paused for a second. “N..no..no..Beti, no this is not right….You are my Bahu….not wife….You are my son’s wife.” he said but still looked at my breasts. His hands trembled and he made no move to go away. I touched his though again and this time my hand brushed against his cock which seemed enormous. Rishma aunty was not incorrect when she had described it as “Donkey’s Lund”My cunt creamed in my shorts as his cock raised its head in his pajamas. I was
looking at his crotch.
He moaned softly as I handled his cock with delicacy. The reason for the moaning was obvious, his huge cock straining against the thin fabric of his pajamas under which he wore nothing. My eyes were glued to the massive forbidden cock of my Papa. It was so huge. It must have been at least 10 inches of beautiful meat. His beautiful cock was dying to come out of his pajamas confine. His erection looked so painful. Without saying anything,
I lowered my mouth to the tip of his pajama covered cock and flicked my tongue across it. He moaned loudly” Beti, this is not right, I will be damned if we do it….I can’t make love to my Bahu…..God will never forgive me” I smiled wickedly and said” Ok Papa, now I know you don’t love me. Did God forgive you when you fucked your own sister Rishma aunty? Papa, I saw you fuck her brains out. The poor woman was devastated by your monster cock. And don’t I know why Mohit is going out every week? I know Papa, he fucks his own sister Raji. I know the score, Papa and I don’t blame you, you have lost you wife when you have a hard cock. You can fuck
me and it will be our secret….I swear…”
“How did you learn about Rishma? Oh God I am undone! And about Mohit and Raji?
Is the bastard fucking his own sister? How can he do it? And Raji….She must be a horny bitch like her mother. You see, like mother like daughter. My wife was a hot whore who would fuck as soon as she got a chance although I have a nice cock.” I caressed his dick and his balls. I undid the chord of his pajamas bringing out the beautiful animal from its confines. I did not intend to turn back as
I brought my mouth close to that black monster. I slid his massive dick into my mouth and licked and sucked with wild abandon. He bucked and moaned and grunted. It sounded like he was loving every minute of this. I put as much of his meat down my throat as I could. It wasn’t even half of his massive male meat. My pussy was slick and wet and ready for him. I took his cock out of my mouth when I felt he was about to shoot his load. He lay on his back on the couch and I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I heard him moan again as I teased the tip of his cock with my wet pussy.
Then, I positioned myself for his deep penetration. He held onto my ass cheeks and pulled me on his cock which was slipping into me. I moved slowly onto his big fat cock in order to get used to his immense size but he wildly bucked his hips which made me moan and groan with pain and pleasure. As I cried out in pain I heard him grunt” Bahu, your cunt is tight, you are riding your Papa.” I began slowly lifting my hips and lowering them on his massive cock as I heard
him scream.
I just kept fucking his huge cock and pinching my nipples as he bucked wildly beneath me. He was fucking me just as wildly as I was fucking him. His hands gripped my ass as he forced his entire cock inside me. I felt wave after wave of hot lust flowing through my body as he fucked me I started to moan again.”Ohhh ohhhh ohhh mmmmm mmmm Hardddder harrder Papa….your cock is so big…..fuck your bahu….fill me with your nasty cock….I love your Lund
fill my Choot.” I rose and fell on his cock like a crazed woman. I was fucking my husband’s
father. It was so thrilling.
“Yeah yeah yeah mmmmm m ohhhh ohhh fuck me Papa fuck me Harder like you fuck your sister Rishma, you sister fucker now you have two bitches to fuck.””Yeah yeah Beti, you are my second forbidden pussy……I have taken you away from my son….you are so gorgeous…..I love my horny Bahu.””Me too Papa, me too, ahhhh ahhhh. I love you…..I love your cock….your big fat cock!” “Ohhhhhh Bahu yeaaahhhh, ohhhhh….Fuck Me….fuck papa, move your ass Faster, harder. I am coming” Papa was groaning loudly as his cock was fucking me like a railway piston. I loved this as he fucked me harder and harder
“Come on darling cum for Papa, you bitch bahu cum for me on your Papa’s cock.””I will, my horny Papa I will, ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhh. Fill my cunt with your seed….make me pregnant with your cock” I tossed my head from side to side as a big orgasm began to build in my pussy. “Oh god Bahu this is good….You are the best…..Mohit is a lucky guy to get a whore like you in bed…and now I am the lucky bastard to fuck this tight cunt,” he moaned, Papa rubbed my breasts and pulled my nipples to his mouth and sucked on them one by one like a child and I loved to feed my Papa on my tits.
Ohhhh Papa suck my tits…ooooo….baby,,…my child……suck mama’s tits…..whore mama is coming….ohhhhhh papa fuck your Bahu…I am coming.” I moaned as his cock fucked me with a new fury, stretching my cunt to its limits Papa had shut his eyes and moaned and kept ramming his cock into my wet cunt, making it wetter as I felt him stiffen and begin to shoot his seed into my cunt. At the same time my cunt began coming in a big fountain of cream. My buttocks
rose and fell on his cock. Papa fingered my asshole and fucked my ass fiercely
and
Pushed his cock deeper into my cunt and finger deep into my ass all the way up.”Ohhhhh God…..Papa I have never felt like this before…..fuckkkkkk…..fuckkkkk your bahu…make me your whore, papa.” I said not knowing what I was saying but his hands were pressing my arse. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh mmm yeahh harder bahu……fuck Papa.”I grit my teeth as he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy and his finger into my virgin ass. I shut my eyes as I began to lose control and shoot my cream on his rod. My pussy squeezed his cock and milked cum as his body trembled and began to empty his balls into my cunt. I let out a gasp as hot cum shot deep inside my pussy fffffffuuuuuuuckkkkkk yeah.” I shouted, as he shot hot cum into my choot I love you papa….you can fuck your bahu anytime
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Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character’s imagination of what India might seem to...
I won't soon forget the night with my lover Ella, no longer my granny but a mature woman in her early seventies who knows exactly what is going on in life and loved life itself. Ella knew what was going through my mind or what was left of it as I lay in her bed wearing her skirt;blouse; black patent hiheels as I romanced her gold half-round reading glasses with the small pearls beaded neck chain wrapped around my cock, she knew that symbolicly I wanted her as I romanced her half-glasses and...
Introduction: Things go from bad to worse when an orphaned 17-year-old takes shelter from zombies in an empty house. Technically fanfiction (The Last of Us), but I dont think you have to be familiar with the game to enjoy the story. Written for a friend. The house is empty but not dusty. Something tells you not to mess with it, but youre exhausted and starving, and it doesnt make sense not to rest in the only shelter for miles away. You move the furniture in front of the doors and take your...
There was once a family of three men, who were known locally as “The Three Bears” who lived in a cozy cottage in the woods where they worked as lumberjacks. There was great big, more than seven foot tall “Daddy Bear”, medium size six foot four “Uncle Bear”, and a shorter, eighteen year old “Junior Bear”. They got their name from the huge quantity of thick black body hair that covered them, complemented by bushy beards, their stocky stature (not to mention rather round bellies in the older two)...
My name is Kevin, and I returned to my hometown in the Portland area after graduating from the University of Oregon with a business degree. Then I took additional training to become a real estate agent in my father’s real estate company and found immediate success in the market. My two best friends from high school, Brad and Tom, also found good jobs in Portland, following their graduation from Lewis & Clark College.Brad, Tom, and I hit the bar scene pretty hard the first couple of years after...
SupernaturalFather & Son CuckoldsThis is my story. It's a bit unusual in relative to the relationship most husbands have with their in-laws. I felt I needed to tell it because of all the twists and turns I and my family (my mom and dad) have experienced as a result of my relationship and marriage into the Jones family. The problem is where do I start? Where should I begin? I guess I should begin with the obvious.My name is Victor and my wife's name is Vicki. We are both in our late twenties. Our...
The sounds of gold coin and precious gems cascading down the piles of wealth echoed through the caverns. s**tha's head rose from her claws, sated slumber broken by the racket. Irritation mounted when the cavern's entrance remained empty. The precious goods slid down the mountain she nested in as she lifted her scaled body and unfolded her wings. "Show yourself, puny thief or wretched knight. I grow tired of your skulking about."s**tha's voice was a booming growl in the quiet. "You won't like it...
Chapter 4: A preparation for cuckoldryStory so far: Chris’ prostate surgery resulted in erectile dysfunction and a penis so foreshortened that it precluded normal sex. His wife Mandy soon decided on separate bedrooms and banned Chris from hers. Mandys friend Xena has slowly but surely been shifting Mandy’s attitudes towards men and sexual liberty. Chris has seen this mirrored in her growing frustration, her increasing contempt towards him in private, and in her more than explicit exhibitionism...
Story so far ........ Xena, my wife Mandy's close friend, is a sadistic narcissist who played both of us in a game that dramatically changed both our lives. But before I explain how the game played out, I need to talk more about Mandy and the vicissitudes of our own unusual sex life............Chapter 2: MandyMandy is an attractive woman, with a strong personality that men find appealing. She is strong willed and confident, driven in what she does and persistently achieves her goals. Dominant...
I'd like to tell you how I was initiated as a bull to a couple dedicated to cuckoldry. This happened many years ago when I was a young student in Glasgow. I had won a place to study at Scotland's foremost art school and had travelled there a week or so before I could go into the hall of residence I had chosen for the first term. I had tried a few B&Bs in the area but hadn't liked what I saw.So I went a bit further out towards Kelvingrove Park and at the first place I called at the landlady...
Synopsis I was an occasional cross dresser. My wife caught me. She was very much upset. Our marriage went downhill from that point. Little did I know that she had planned my d?nouement. My life took many interesting turns after that.Categories CD TGKeywords High Heels French Maid Bestiality BondageCuckoldryBy Janet BakerShe returned unexpectedly from shopping and caught me at the computer wearing a bra with forms u...
She was old or more to the fact of age, she was ancient in terms of human life. She had walked the earth for centuries searching for the men she craved to survive on. Men of wealth and means, men of fame and fortune and men of great physical stature, she had them all over time, used them all and in most cases killed them for their life-sustaining source she needed to survive.Yet that had changed in the eighteenth century when she had met Harold. Harold had loved her and provided for her...
Horror10. Drank a girl-racer's piss-puddle from the floor of the car park. 9. Wanked off in a used-condom after watching couple fuck in same car park. 8. Me and some mates took turns spunking into our friend's sister's dirty panties. 7. Snogged a woman at a party after two guy's had spunked in her mouth. 6. Had sloppy seconds with a woman at a party. > 5. Licked another guy's cum from girlfriend's pussy.
The last chord rang in the air. Three steel strings, plucked on the fingerboard, bright and keening, silver dissonance. The left hand held the neck of the guitar while the right hand fell gently upon the strings by the bridge. Gentle pressure, gradually increasing, the sound fading, fading, fading, then blending with the silence that filled the room. Suddenly, a sharp noise, then a rush of sound: applause rang out from the grateful customers in the coffee shop. The musician, eyes closed,...
Written for the Summer 2003 Pirate Challenge Constance Norwood looked over the worn wooden railing and out onto the calm empty sea. Watching the myriad stars reflected on it, she wondered if she would ever again see the shores of home, or for that matter, even the next dawn. Had it only been four days since her nightmare had begun? No, she answered herself as she drank deeply of the night air; her ordeal had begun two months before. Her current set of circumstances, horrendous as they seemed,...
The bunch we ambushed had some prisoners. We killed one before we figured out the people they were prodding along in front of them were civilians with their hands tied behind them. Lt. Foster yelled at us and in a running fight that went about two miles down this forest road, we managed to bring down the whole redcoat detail and salvage two of their captives. Two others died in the fight although I cannot say whose shots killed them. While some men searched the dead and picked up the...
Chuck Nelson hummed to himself as he approached the news stand. The new issue of Playpen was out and he always looked forward to that. It was a hard core porn mag that had the best models in it, both male and female, and he never failed to have ample jerk off fantasies as he examined the mag during the month. In fact, he liked them so much he hadn't thrown a single one away in the two years he'd been buying them. Ever since his wife had died, he hadn't had the stomach for re-entering the...
19 year old Harold "Harry" Buchanan was a bright young man with all kinds of potential. He got excellent grades in all his classes and was not anywhere near ugly, with short black hair, broad shoulders and a slim 5'11" frame. He came from an upper middle class family, so he was always well supported. He was considered to be funny, well read, and likable. However, among all of Harry good qualities were his quirks. He had barely any friends, no job, and no girlfriend, he had never even been...
IncestThis is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters are under the age of 18. A note from the author: As always, comments, kudos, and criticisms are welcome and encouraged. Please comment. Comments are the writer's only reward for their work and contribution. It...