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I am Rahul, twenty… About five ten in height… Have a lean athletic body and I feel that I’m quite handsome. Six months ago, I completed my graduation, and was trying to get admission in post graduation program; I got the news from my village that my father had expired suddenly… A massive heart attack. And being the only son, I was needed at home. I cursed my luck. My father was only forty-five when he died… Too young an age to die. He was a rich farmer and owned a big farm. After his death, there was no one to look after the farms, my widowed mother and my young sister, Mansi. I knew that I
Didn’t have any choice but to return home and look after the things… And though I resented my decision, I left my adopted city and returned home
Therefore, for the last six months I had been doing what my father did for his whole life… Farming… Cultivating and harvesting. In the month of august, the sugarcane crop was ready… Still there was a month or so before it would be ready for harvesting. There was not much work at the farms, except that a round the clock vigil was required to safeguard our crops. Crops were very good this year; and therefore, it had to be protected from stray animals and thieves. As the pressure of work was not much, I laid off my laborers, except the two watchmen for keeping a vigil during the nights. During the daytime, I myself looked after our fields and that required me staying continuously there… From morning till evening. My father had built a small hut at the center of our fields… With two small rooms. One room housed the pump set so that one staying there could also look after the irrigation of the fields; the second room had an old wooden cot for rest during the day.
He also erected a scaffold near the hut. It was about ten feet high; I used to spend most of my time on the scaffold, as it was more convenient to keep a watch from the scaffold. Everyday in the afternoon, Mansi, my young sister, used to bring me lunch. After I ate my lunch, Mansi would collect the plates and return to home while I would rest in the room during the afternoon. This same routine had been continuing for almost two months… Occasionally my mother used to come with lunch instead of Mansi. Let me tell you something about my mother and sister. My mother, Uma… Is thirty-nine? About five three in height… Rather good-looking for her age as compared to other women in the neighborhood. .. Long jet black hair giving an exquisite look to her sharp features. Working in fields has kept her in quite good shape.
My sister… Mansi… She is eighteen… She has taken her features after my mother and was slowly turned into an absolute stunner. About an inch or two taller than my mother, she has long dark brown shoulder length hair… A pert nose, captivating dark eyes and a wild sensuous smile that can steal any heart. She too had a shapely body like my mother but hidden behind her loose salwar kurta, it was a bit difficult to notice, especially when you don’t look at your sister as a sex object. Don’t mistake me for my salacious description of my mother and sister. I was not born with incestuous thoughts. Only a few days back, I could not have even dreamt about them in a licentious manner. But things turned in such a way that I became a sister fucker and a motherfucker. My daily routine at our fields was
Quite monotonous, and I missed my city life more and more with every passing day. During my five-year stay at city, I had a secret relationship my landlord’s wife, and that’s what I was missing the most… A hot pussy throbbing around my cock. My cock had already tasted blood; and every now and then it begged for a cunt…
I desperately longed to feel a cunt enclosed around my rigid cock… Slicing in and out a blissful abode. I had a handful of porn magazines, which I had, purchase while my stay in city, carefully stacked in a secured corner in the hut. Those were my lone companions during the long hot humid afternoons.. . I read them again and again… Fantasized about fucking all the beautiful girls in the neighborhood. .. Whacking my cock from one orgasm to another. In brief, I was dying for a hot fuck. And god listened my prayers. It happened ultimately; I got my dream pussy… My sister’s best friend Sheila. Most of the days when Mansi brought my lunch, she came alone… Occasionally some friend of hers would accompany her. Then one day, she came with Shelia, and after that both of them started visiting the hut regularly during the lunch. Sheila was a childhood friend… Two year older than Mansi. Sheila, Mansi and I had played together during our childhood. That time she used to be closer to me than Mansi… But when I left our village for my studies… She became more intimate to my sister and they became very good friend. During my stay in Mumbai, I didn’t visit our village very often and so didn’t get any chance to meet Sheila. I heard from my sister about Sheila’s growing to a stunning beauty… Though I didn’t care much for her at that time. I was pretty happy screwing my mature landlady.
Last year, Sheila got married and left the village. When I returned from Mumbai, Sheila was settled with her husband in some faraway village. This time, she had come to visit her parents. I saw her when she came to meet Mansi at our home. I just could not help staring at her… She had transformed into a fine young woman. She was slim, yet every curves of her body were carved exquisitely in her sari to titillate the beholder. She had raven dark hair… Like my mother… She was tall, like my beautiful sister. Her tits appeared rounded and firm… Her waist was quite small, and I could guess a perfectly smooth flat stomach. I tried to imagine about her shapely legs and the charming mound of her cunt between her thighs. No doubt that I had an instant erection. Sheila too sensed my stares as her cheeks flushed a little. We sat together and talked about older days. Every now and then, I stole a look at her ripe body and every time she caught my stare. She appeared conscious of my stares but didn’t show it. Then suddenly, Mansi informed me that from the next day Sheila would accompany her when she brought me lunch. I could not have asked anything better. Next day, I waited eagerly for Sheila and Mansi. They came daily in the afternoon…
Tittle-tattled with me while I ate my lunch and then returned back after collecting the dishes. During that period, I began to notice that Sheila too was watching me very intently at times many a times I caught her staring. Those stares appeared to have some messages… I wanted to ask, but could not talk freely in presence of my sister. However, I had a hunch that she wanted something from me… A wild fuck probably. On the fourth day, as Mansi took the dishes to wash at the pump, Sheila and I were left alone in the room. As soon as Mansi left the room, I looked in her direction. Sheila was staring at me… Her eyes little dreamy. I decided to try my luck. I drew my courage and moved closer to her. “How’s your husband?” I was so close to her that I could hear her heavy breathing. “Fine.”
“Are you happy?” I gently took her palms in my hand. Her beautiful lips quivered but she didn’t reply. I got bolder… Slipped my arm around her delicate waist and drew her closer to me… My lips inches away from hers. “Please let me go.” She made a feeble attempt to get away from my arms. “Mansi see us.” I didn’t let her go… Instead, brought my lips closer to hers and planted a deep kiss on her rosy lips. Sheila responded positively. We kissed passionately for a minute; then she forced my arms away from her hips and pushed me back. She immediately walked over to the door and stood there… Breathing erratically. Her face was red with excitement, but I could feel that she had enjoyed my overtures. “You should learn to behave properly with married ladies.” She spoke after catching her breath. “Mansi can come anytime.”
“I know how to treat a married woman.” I said lecherously. “Give me a
Chance and I’ll show you.” She stared at me with a mocking look. “When’re we going to meet?”
“Tomorrow.” She smiled back at me. “Where?”
“Here…” She paused for a moment. “Tomorrow… Same time.” Then she went out of the room. After she left, I realized that I had a big boner. Sheila must have sure felt my hardness nudging against her soft belly. I waited for them to leave. As soon as they left for home, I unzipped my fly and withdrew my rigid hard on. I pumped my cock furiously while thinking about Sheila. Within a minute my cock blasted in a most powerful deluge of hot cum. Next day, I waited eagerly for them. I wasn’t expecting Sheila with Mansi as I thought that she would come after Mansi returned home. But they came together. I felt little disappointed. I ate silently while both the girls prattled incessantly. I was about to finish my lunch when Mansi told me that she had to go for some urgent work and Sheila would take care of the dishes. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.” She told and left shutting the door behind her, leaving Sheila and me alone. I looked at Sheila. She was smiling. I felt confused. “What did you tell her?” I asked apprehensively. “Nothing… Just that I want to talk to you something in private and she agreed. You know we are good friends.” I was too horny to worry about my young sister. Sheila must have given her some good excuse to be alone with me. I wouldn’t have expected her to tell the truth to Mansi. Suddenly, my mouth was dry… I was alone in my room with a beautiful woman… A woman whom I wanted to make love and probably she too was willing. I felt my boner getting hard… My heart began beating very fast. She walked over to me, smiling. “You look nervous.” any girls or aunties can mail me
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