Sperm Donation For Mumtaz

 I came home late on Friday after watching a movie with friends. I was worried that Padma Aunty might scold me as it was Friday night and already 9 pm and our mating night. When I entered the living room, I saw Padma Aunty, Raman Uncle and a couple I had never seen before.

“Why are you late, Rajesh?” Padma Aunty hissed at me,” Go freshen up and come. Dinner is ready.”

I saw two whiskey bottles on the centre table and four glasses. Looks like all four were already high. I quietly went to my room as I didn’t want to antagonize my drunken Aunt. I bathed, wore a shirt and track pants and entered the dining room.

I sat on the chair and looked at Padma Aunty, who looked at her friend and said,” Mumtaz, will you please serve dinner for Rajesh,” Turning towards me, Padma Aunty said,” By the way, Rajesh, this is my friend Mumtaz. That’s her husband, Farhan. They will be staying over tonight with us.”

Fuck, I thought Friday fucking night was gone. Padma Aunty won’t allow me near her tonight. I saw Mumtaz getting up and coming near me. I observed her closely. She was around her late twenties (maybe 27-28), a bit younger than Padma Aunty, who was in her mid-thirties.

Mumtaz was very fair, like Bollywood heroines, wearing a loose white kurta and leggings. I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs which juggled as she walked towards me. Mumtaz served me roti and daal and stood next to me. Her bosom was at my eye level, and I stared at her twin treasures.

I was shocked to see her nipples trying to poke out of her thin kurta material. My dick stood up, seeing her sharp nipple protrusion. I sensed Padma Aunty taking a chair next to me and was more shocked to see her pushing a mug of beer towards me.

“Enjoy the beer with dinner, Rajesh. Mumtaz and Farhan are our close friends. Raman won’t mind too,” Padma Aunty saying placed her hand on my crotch.

I didn’t know what to reply, so I kept mum. Padma Aunty placing her hand on my crotch, fondled my hardened cock on the tracks and whispered in my ears, ”Hmm, already hard. Is it for your Aunty or Mumtaz, bad boy?”

I just stared at Padma Aunty, who had pulled out my cock from my track pants and jerked me. I was shocked and looked at Raman Uncle and Farhan, who were busy drinking whisky. Then at Mumtaz, who had a naughty smile on her face. I figured that she was seeing my Aunt jacking me.

Padma Aunty biting my earlobes, whispered,” You want to see her boobs. They are bigger and stiffer than mine.”

I looked up at Mumtaz, who had unhooked her kurta’s top three buttons. She was bending down, showing me her twin treasures inside her kurta. Her breasts’ sheer weight pushed Mumtaz’s kurta, and I saw her hanging mangoes. As I had guessed, she was not wearing a bra under her kurta.

Mumtaz’s breasts were C-cup, big compared to her tiny frame. The areolas were small and brownish, with a grape-sized nipple on the top. I drank the full beer mug in one gulp while Padma Aunty played with my cock and balls.

“I know you are horny, and your cock in my hand doesn’t lie. Do you want to see her pussy, naughty boy?” Padma Aunty said, biting my cheek and signalled her friend.

Turning left, I saw Mumtaz lifting her kurta, showing her toned flat tummy, unlike my Aunt’s, who had a fleshy stomach. I saw Mumtaz’s right hand digging into her leggings and pulling them down, exposing her freshly shaved pussy.

I saw moisture on her slit. I saw Mumtaz turning briefly to show her well round ass and stand, exposing her pussy to me.

“Which pussy do you want tonight, Rajesh. Mine or Mumtaz’s?” Padma asked seductively, still jerking my cock.

“I need a drink and a large one,” I said to Aunty, who got up and filled the mug with whiskey without any soda. She handed me the drink and sat on the chair. I took a big sip and asked, “Aunty, what is this? Her husband is right here, and you are talking nonsense.”

“I am talking sense, boy. Do you want to fuck Mumtaz or not?” Padma Aunty said in anger.

I nodded meekly, and she continued, “That’s my boy,” Looking at her friend said, “Why don’t you open up your cunt and show my boy your juicy pussy, Mumtaz.”

Mumtaz opened her pussy lips, revealing her pinkish interiors. Padma took my left hand, placing it on her friend’s pussy said, “Come on, feel her and see how my poor friend is burning with desire to have a manly cock inside her.”

My fingers could feel the heat emitting from her pussy and her cum. Padma Aunty inserted her middle finger into her friend’s pussy and pulled out. She brought the cum stained finger to my lips and said, “Taste her. She’s very tasty and horny too.”

I sucked Mumtaz’s juice from my Aunt’s finger and looked at the men now watching us.

“Isn’t she tasty, Rajesh?” Padma Aunty asked, and I nodded.

“Good then, finish your drink and get ready to fuck my friend’s juicy pussy,” Padma said and got up. I looked helplessly at my Aunty, not understanding why she asked me to fuck her friend in front of her husband and Uncle.

Padma Aunty went near Farhan, unzipped his pant and pulled his pant and briefs down. I was shocked at a tiny cock, only about an inch, and big balls hanging down.

“This is why I am begging you to fuck my friend. Farhan has a small dick, as you can see. The problem is not of its size. Even a two-inch cock can satisfy a woman if fucked properly, I know that, but the problem with Farhan is he has a damn low sperm count.” Padma Aunty said.

The whole room was silent. Farhan had dropped his head in shame, and Mumtaz was sobbing. I gulped down the whole mug and inserted my middle finger into Mumtaz’s pussy. To my surprise, I found it very tight, like a virgin girl’s pussy.

Mumtaz moaned loudly, and her body shivered when I finger fucked her. Padma Aunty quickly came to her friend, hugging her from behind screamed.

“Bastard, go easy on her. She is not your fuck toy to use as you wish. It took a lot of time for me to convince her to agree. Don’t maul her as you take me. She is a very delicate girl. I will cut off your balls if you harm her, Rajesh.”

I was already high by the beer and whiskey cocktail. I finger-fucked Mumtaz and kissed all over her flat tummy. A few seconds later brought my head down, stretching my tongue lapped at her clitoris while my finger explored her wet pussy.

Mumtaz’s body trembled while I flicked her clit with my tongue nonstop. Juices ran down her pussy to her thighs. I knew my Aunty was having trouble holding her friend up. My face was smeared with juices, and my free hand clutched her firm ass cheek. I dipped that small finger into her anus hole.

Mumtaz crumbled down to the floor, taking my fingers off her holes. I was worried when she collapsed. I quickly washed my hands, got up and pulled my track pants and briefs. I went towards Raman uncle, took his whiskey glass, and hurriedly gulped it down my throat.

Farhan and Uncle were watching me going towards the ladies. Padma Aunty was trying to help her friend get up, who was still sobbing. Pushing Padma Aunty aside, I picked up Mumtaz off the floor. My right hand was under her neck, and my right hand was under her knees.

I knew she didn’t weigh any more than 50 kg. She had a frail figure, despite her good-sized breasts and plump ass. Lifting her, I carefully placed her on the dining table. I pulled the leggings from her legs without bothering about what others were thinking.

Mumtaz closed her legs, trying to hide her womanhood from me. Placing my right hand on her thighs, I pulled Mumtaz by left hand across her neck and kissed her lips. At first, Mumtaz tried to pull her lips away. But I held her firmly and started sucking her soft lips gently.

Mumtaz was murmuring into my mouth. I couldn’t understand if it was approval or protest of my kiss. When I was sure she would cooperate, my left hand was across her neck. It came to the front, lifted her kurta and caught her left breast in my palm.

Unlike married ladies whose boobs soften after a few years of marriage, I found it firm. My right hand, which was on her thighs, prodded her to widen her legs. Looking into my eyes, Mumtaz opened her legs and thrust her tongue into my mouth to suck.

Sucking her tender tongue, my right hand started caressing her pussy lips gently, unlike last time. I saw eyes glowing with lust and desire as my fingers prodded her pussy lips. Saliva was being exchanged and seared on our cheeks. We kissed passionately like young lovers in lust.

Two minutes passed, and we didn’t slow down our kiss. My left hand tested her left boob strength, and my right hand finger was now playing with clit. I sensed Mumtaz’s right hand moving to my cock and held it firmly in her tiny feeble hand. Her thumb flicked my piss hole, lubricating her fingers with my pre-cum.

I was munching on her bottom lip and tongue, hands playing with her breast and pussy. I came to my senses when Padma Aunty whispered in my ears, hugging me from my back and pressing her breasts onto my back, “Isn’t she gorgeous, Rajesh?” She bit my ear.

My lips were aching from the long kiss pulled my lips from Mumtaz. Her lips had turned red due to excessive kissing and sucking. Mumtaz dropped her head down in shyness and shame as her husband was watching us keenly.

Padma Aunty lifting her chin, asked, “How is my boy? Is it ok for you to get pregnant from his sperm Mumtaz?” Mumtaz looked at her husband and Padma Aunty and nodded her head. Padma Aunty signalled me, showing Mumtaz’s crotch. She holding Mumtaz’s breasts in each hand, started kissing her.

Bending down and pushing Mumtaz’s knees wider started to lap up her pussy like a dog. Juices were oozing out abundantly from her pussy. I thought she might have multiple orgasms by now. While I was busy sucking and tasting Mumtaz’s pussy juices, I was pulled back roughly by my hair.

I heard Aunty saying, “Get up, young man. Time for real action.” I got up and looked at both ladies.

Aunty gripping my cock, said, “No wonder your little bro is eager to drill a new tight pussy. I would have fucked this angel if I had a cock between my legs. Go to your room and freshen up. Come to our room when I call you. Get going now, stud.”

Halfheartedly I climbed the stairs with my cock dangling between my legs. At the mid-landing, I turned to see below. Padma was removing her friend’s kurta from her body. Mumtaz looked like an Angel in a fairy tale in her birthday suit.

I felt like I had done noble work in my past birth to fuck such lovely gorgeous ladies at my young age. I went to my room, removed my shirt, and took a light shower. I sat on the bed thinking about the few hours I would spend with such a lovely lady.

My cock had frozen a bit but was still hard. I was eagerly waiting for my Aunt’s call. After a few minutes, my room door opened and Padma Aunty came in nude, smiling at me. I got up and embraced her tightly, and kissed her. Both our nude bodies were feeling the heat of each other’s.

I cupped her ass cheeks and pressed her crotch against my throbbing cock, struggling between our crotches. Padma Aunty pushed me back.

Placing her hand on my chest and said, “Save that for the new pussy you are going to drill, baby. Be careful with Mumtaz, Rajesh and don’t try to show your heroics on her. She is a tender and soft girl, unlike me. I will be there for you like always if you want it rough. Come, Mumtaz is eagerly waiting for you.”

Padma Aunty led me to her bedroom, holding my cock firmly. I was surprised to see Raman Uncle, and Farhan sitting on the bed naked on one side. Mumtaz was lying on the bed in the centre, covered with a bed sheet. Padma Aunty pushed me onto the bed.

I sat beside Mumtaz, who was smiling and looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes. I was looking at the naked men who were watching me closely. I was comfortable with Raman Uncle. I had fucked his wife in front of him, and we had double-penetrated her too.

But Farhan, with his circumcised small cock was watching me nervously. His cute wife was eager to mate with me.

“Rajesh, Farhan is worried that you may harm Mumtaz. So he wants to stay and watch you both fuck. Your Uncle and I just want to see live fuck and maybe get horny, and we could get cosy, you know.” Saying she climbed onto the bed, sitting beside her friend pulled the sheet away from Mumtaz’s body.

Mumtaz was lying nude, quickly crossing her legs to hide her pussy. Her right hand was across her bosom to cover her magnificent breasts. Her left hand covered her face, and her lips were shivering.

“Come on, stud, here is your present. Enjoy yourself and give her satisfaction, which she misses in her marital life. Her husband will strangle you if you cause her any harm. So better be careful, boy.”

“Come on, stud, here is your present. Enjoy yourself and give her satisfaction, which she misses in her marital life. Her husband will strangle you if you cause her any harm. So better be careful, boy.” Padma Aunty warned me.

I looked at the fair, delicate Mumtaz’s nude body lying before me. I touched her soft lips with my right hand. I inserted my finger in her mouth, which she sucked lightly. I pulled it out and brought my hand down to her bosom, caressing her cheeks and chin.

Cupping her breast, flicked her nipple with my thumb. Her nipple got hard due to my touch. Mumtaz moaned and opened her legs wide voluntarily. Her pussy lips opened like petals. I knew she wanted my hand on her throbbing pussy.

I placed my hand on her mound, middle finger dipping in her open slit and felt her wetness. Thumb started to play with her clit. Mumtaz lifting her ass off the bed, indirectly begged me to plunder her pussy with my finger. I pushed my middle finger into her hole and started finger fucking her.

“Oh, God!” Mumtaz screamed and thrashed her body all over the bed like a bitch in heat. I saw Padma Aunty kneeling behind Mumtaz’s head. Bending down to offer her friend her hanging breasts to suck. She took Mumtaz’s free breast and started to suck.

Seeing two ladies sucking each other’s breasts in the 69 position was amazing. 2 ladies gorged on each other’s breasts like no tomorrow. Mumtaz’s fair-coloured breasts turned red due to excessive sucking and love bites. While munching on her friend’s breast, Padma Aunty rolled her eyes and winked at me.

Her hands joined me at Mumtaz’s mound, feeling her wet pussy. Her other hand started jerking me gently. Her hair covered Mumtaz’s mid-section, covering her tummy. After a few minutes, Padma Aunty got up, taking her nipple away from her friend’s lips.

Both ladies were sweating, and Aunty signalled me to go between Mumtaz’s legs. I got between Mumtaz’s legs, nudging her to widen her legs laid on her body. Her C-cup breasts got crushed under my chest. I was not surprised to feel her body heat.

Holding her face in my palm, I kissed her tenderly. This time she responded positively by kissing me back. I took my own time savouring her soft lips and sweet saliva. She sucked my tongue. Our lips were messy with saliva, and we gorged on each other’s lips like animals.

My cock was aligned on her pussy, parting her lips. Mumtaz looked into my eyes as we kissed. She had tightly encircled her arms across my neck. I was least bothered to see her husband’s reaction.

“If both of you are done with kissing, start the main act…FUCKING,” I heard Padma Aunty saying loudly. Mumtaz pulled her lips from mine and blushed with shame. I raised my upper body, resting on my hands beside Mumtaz’s arms. I lifted my hips off her body.

My dangling cock was hovering above her pussy, trying to penetrate her. Until now, Mumtaz and I had not spoken with each other despite being so intimate in a few hours. Looking at her, I asked her, “Is this position comfortable for you, or do you want to come on top of me.”

Blushing, Mumtaz replied, “As you wish, Rajeshji.”

“Are you out of your mind, Mumtaz? He is younger than you by 10 years. Just call him Rajesh, baby or whatever if you like him so much. No Ji, please.” Padma Aunty scolded her friend.

Mumtaz caressing my lips, said, “No way, Padma. He is going to be the biological father of my child. I have to give him that respect. Farhan is my lawfully wedded husband. Rajesh ji will be like my second husband. I will try to keep both my husbands happy until I am alive.”

I saw a tear dripping from her eyes. I licked the teardrop off her cheek. Mumtaz brought her right hand down. Holding my cock, caressed the head over her lips, showing her intentions that she was ready.

Mumtaz softly said, “Thoda aaramse karo ji. Poora raat hai hamare paas. Koi jaldi nahi, mujhe aapka pyaar aur baccha chahiye bus. Enjoy yourself with my body, and let me enjoy too. From today my body and soul are all yours. Just give me a baby Rajeshji.”

“If you are done with your little speech, shall my boy start fucking you, Mumtaz?” Padma Aunty asked in anger. Mumtaz nodded meekly. Looking into Mumtaz’s eyes, I lowered my hips. My cockhead went in, opening her lips. But my thick cock was refused entry as her pussy was too tight for me.

I pressed harder, and another inch went in. I saw Mumtaz wincing in pain. “Shall I remove it if you are in pain?” I asked her in concern.

“No, Rajeshji, take me as you take Padma. I know initially it hurts, but I am ready to bear that pain for my baby,” Mumtaz said with a smile. But I knew she was bluffing. I knew the longer I took to penetrate her, the more pain she had to endure.

I knew she was well-lubricated. So using all my strength, I plunged into her pussy, and my head hit her cervix in one thrust.

“Aah, please do it slowly,” Mumtaz shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks. I felt very bad for her. Lodging my cock firmly in her pussy, lay on her body and started kissing her. Mumtaz kissed me back, and her face was messy with her tears.

“If you are comfortable now, shall I start …?” I stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to use the word ‘fuck’.

“Please do as you like, Rajeshji,” Mumtaz said softly.

I wondered why my Aunt had not yet scolded me for taking her friend so roughly. So I turned and saw Padma Aunty kneeling and sucking Raman Uncle’s cock. Her right hand was jerking Farhan’s tiny dick. Both Raman Uncle and Farhan were playing with Padma Aunt’s hanging breasts.

Mumtaz, too saw that and, encircling her arms across my neck, said,” They are busy. Let’s get busy too, Rajeshji.” Pulling half of my cock from her pussy, I thrust back in with full force. Mumtaz’s body trembled under mine. I got into a good rhythm and started fucking her tight pussy.

As she had orgasms again, it helped me. She was well lubricated due to her abundant juices dripping from her pussy. My cock was fully stained with her juices. It was moving freely in and out of her pussy. Our bodies were drenched with sweat.

It was lovely to watch her firm breasts swaying all over her chest as I was fucking her. Mumtaz was trying to lift her upper body to kiss me as I fucked her. Smiling and bending a bit kissed her on her lips, cheeks and chin. I kissed her earlobes and neck and brought my face down to her twin treasures.

I licked her areolas and nipples. Taking her sharp nipples in my mouth, I sucked her sensitive nipples. Her upper body was full of my saliva. She was licking all over my face drenching my face with her saliva. My cock was pistoning in and out of Mumtaz’s tight pussy.

I heard Padma Aunty saying, “Good, the newly wedded couple has finally bonded, and it looks like our bride is enjoying herself now.”

Mumtaz pulled Aunty and kissed her. Pulling her lips from her friend, Padma Aunty asked, “Do you want your mouth to be filled up?

I knew what Aunty meant, but Mumtaz couldn’t understand. I said, “Aunty is asking if you want to suck cock.”

“Cheee! I don’t like it,” Mumtaz said shyly.

“But your new husband likes to get his cock sucked, so get used to it, Mumtaz,” Padma Aunty said laughing, “Try Farhan’s cock, it’s small, and you will get used to cock’s taste too. Your Rajeshji’s is very thick and big. I had trouble sucking him for the first time.”

Farhan came and, kneeling beside her, placed his circumcised cock on his wife’s lips. Mumtaz hesitated for a moment and licked the head of her husband’s cock. She gave a few licks to the piss hole using her tongue. She sucked the entire two inches into her mouth.

Mumtaz was sucking her husband’s tiny dick passionately, trying to please and show him her love. Mumtaz’s holes were filled up by both her husband’s cocks. Her right hand was on Farhan’s ass. Her left hand had encircled my ass, indicating that I should pump her faster and harder.

She needn’t tell me as I was going on strong on her pussy. Her juices dripped down her ass cheeks.

My hands were getting weak as I was fucking for almost fifteen minutes. I was tired too. Mumtaz was happily slurping on her husband’s cock as she got used to the taste of a cock. Farhan was playing with his wife’s boobs, trying to keep them from swaying.

“Are you close, Rajesh?” I heard Aunty asking me.

“No, Aunty, I am feeling tired. I need a break,” I said.

Mumtaz was heartbroken on hearing me. Taking her husband’s cock out of her mouth, she asked, “Did I do something wrong, Rajeshji? Are you not satisfied with me, dear?”

“No, no, I need to go to the washroom,” I replied, taking my cock out of her pussy. My cock came from her well-drenched pussy with a ‘plop’ sound. I got up and turned to the washroom when Mumtaz called me, “Come here, Rajeshji.”

Wondering why she called me, I went near her. Mumtaz held my cum drenched cock in her tiny hands and started licking our combined juices of my cock. Her sudden gesture took me aback. She licked it clean, pulled back the foreskin and sucked my cock head into her mouth.

Everyone in the room was surprised when Mumtaz sucked my cock without inhibitions. For a first-time cock sucker, she was doing a great job. She was creating a vacuum and sucking my cock, and her cheeks were pulled in. Her tongue was playing on my piss hole.

Her husband Farhan was watching his naïve wife sucking my cock like a pro. Mumtaz’s fingers were playing with my balls fondly.

After a few minutes, Mumtaz took my cock out of her mouth and said, “Now go, Rajeshji, I have cleaned it. But please come back soon. We still have a lot of work to do.”

Padma Aunty winking at me, said, “Yes…yes….you both have lots of unfinished work. Come back quickly, stud. Your wife’s pussy is throbbing for you. Meanwhile, her first husband will try to satisfy your new wife.”

Shrugging my head, I ran to the bathroom. I felt guilty as Mumtaz saw and worshipped me as her husband. After relieving myself, I came back to the room. I found Raman Uncle lying beside Mumtaz and getting a blowjob from his wife, Padma.

Padma Aunty was kneeling between her husband’s legs and sucking her hubby’s cock somewhat lazily. I was surprised to see Farhan on top of his wife Mumtaz in a missionary position. He was fucking her. Mumtaz’s eyes lit up on seeing me, and waved to come over.

I wondered how Farhan could fuck a lady with his 2-inch dick. I sat beside Mumtaz. She caressed my face while her hubby was fucking her, watching us. Farhan asked, “Rajesh, do you want to take over?”

“No, you continue. Aunty is free. I will take her from behind,” I said halfheartedly.

“No, Rajeshji, you are only mine today. I won’t share you with anyone,” Mumtaz said, turning to her hubby, “Get up. Let Rajeshji take me now. You can have me in the morning or anytime. I want to spend the whole night with only Rajeshji.”

Padma Aunty got up hearing Mumtaz. She took a pillow, pushed Farhan away from his wife, and placed the pillow under Mumtaz’s ass. Looking at me said, “Come on, Bridegroom, fuck your bride. She was feeling restless when you went to the loo.” And smiled naughtily at me.

Without answering her, I got between Mumtaz’s legs. Farhan made way for me and beamed an innocent smile at me. Leaning over, my cock grazing her pussy lips. I saw Padma Aunty mounting her hubby and taking his cock in her. Farhan was sitting and watching two couples, and I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Tapping on my Aunt’s bum said, “Do you mind taking another dick in you, Aunty?”

Padma, turning, said, “You got a new wife with fresh to fuck. Why do you want your old Aunty, baby?”

“Not me but Farhan. He is feeling lonely,” I said.

Looking at her hubby, Padma Aunty asked him, “Do you mind if your friend takes me, darling?”

“It’s ok with me if you are comfortable,” Raman said.

Padma Aunty told Farhan, “Hop on and ride me from behind. You are a lucky guy because I have never fucked a guy apart from my hubby and my boy. You will be my third and first circumcised cock.”

Farhan got up, and went behind Padma Aunty, looking down at her buttocks, asked, “Is it ok if I fuck you in your ass, Bhabhi?”

“Oh fuck, it doesn’t make any difference to me. Fuck me in my asshole, or you can shove your dick in my pussy with my hubby’s. I want to feel two flaccid cocks stretching my pussy.”

I saw Farhan bending and trying to shove his two-inch cock into Aunt’s upturned pussy. But he could not, as Uncle’s cock was not allowing it. Then he tried to penetrate her wrinkled asshole. I think he succeeded as he gripped her hips and made to-and-fro motions.

I saw Mumtaz giggling like a little girl seeing her hubby struggling to penetrate Aunt’s asshole. Holding my cock, placing its head at her opening, penetrated her fully in one stroke. Mumtaz shouted at the top of her voice.

The threesome looked at Mumtaz worriedly. She had recovered and smiled at me, caressing my chest and face affectionately.

“Teach your bride some manners, Rajesh. She is screaming like someone is groping her. Keep your voice down, Mumtaz,” Padma Aunty scowled at us.

Mumtaz meekly said, “Sorry, Padma, Rajeshji took me by surprise,” Looking at me said, “Fuck me as you fuck Padma. I will show her if mutton Biriyani is stronger or veg pulao. Fuck me, Rajeshji.”

“Hhmm, my Muslim bitch in heat is challenging me. Fuck and tear her pussy apart, Rajesh,” Padma said, looking at me. I didn’t want to be part of cock fight between two ladies. Pulling my cock a bit out and started fucking Mumtaz. Her breasts were sawing all over her chest as I fucked her.

She was smiling and receiving my thrusts gracefully. Raman Uncle brought his right hand and cupped her right breast from swaying. His thumb was playing with the pointed nipple. Mumtaz, looking at Raman, pulled his head towards her bosom and offered her breast to suck.

Uncle latched onto the nipple and started sucking her nipple. Mumtaz pressed his head to her breast and encouraged him to suck harder. Uncle’s right hand had cupped her left breast and was gently pressing it. I was fucking Mumtaz’s pussy.

It was dripping cum, continuously lubricating my cock, making it easy. Mumtaz was caressing my face and dipping her finger in my mouth, which I sucked. I saw Farhan bending and holding Padma Aunt’s hanging breasts and thrusting his cock between her ass cheeks.

Everyone was enjoying themselves in the orgy. Raman Uncle had his cock in his wife’s pussy and sucking Mumtaz’s firm breasts. Farhan was fucking my Aunt in her ass and squeezing her breasts. Even though they were flaccid, Padma Aunty had both her holes filled up.

Maybe she was enjoying herself getting sandwiched between two bulky warm bodies. Of course, Mumtaz was having a field day getting fucked by me and getting her breasts fondled and sucked by Raman Uncle.

Babita was the only young girl I fucked. All others were mid-aged ladies but gorgeous ones. But Mumtaz was much better than Babita in looks, colour, body figure and pussy tightness. Who needed heaven when it was right in front of me?

Mumtaz’s pussy inners gripped my cock tightly, trying to milk me. I knew I was close. Looking at Mumtaz, I said, “I am going to cum. Should I fuck for some more time?”

Pushing Uncle off her breasts, Mumtaz quickly said, “I was waiting for this moment, Rajeshji. Please fill me with your seed.”

Hearing her, I pushed my cock to the hilt and started shooting into her. The first spurt of my cum was absorbed by her barren pussy. The next few spurts overflowed and dripped down her ass cheeks. Mumtaz happily received my warm cum in her. Bending down, I kissed her, still shooting in her pussy.

“Looks like someone is happy now. Are you satisfied, Mumtaz?” Padma Aunty said who had got disengaged from the threesome. Sitting beside us, Aunty was caressing Mumtaz and my face in affection.

Mumtaz took her lips from mine and said, “Thank you for sharing Rajeshji with me, Padma. I don’t have words to express myself.” Saying she pulled Aunty and kissed her lips. Both the ladies gorged on each other’s lips like lesbians in heat. I was lying on Mumtaz’s body.

My cock had stopped cumming and had lost some of its hardness. But Mumtaz’s pussy was still gripping my cock tightly despite her pussy being filled to the brim with our juices. I saw Farhan playing with Padma Aunt’s breasts while she was kissing his wife.

Raman was looking at us with his soft cock lying between his thighs. Raman Uncle showed me his wife, who was on her knees, busy kissing Mumtaz. Understanding his indications, I pulled my cock out of Mumtaz’s pussy. I got up and went behind Padma Aunty.

I saw her fleshy ass inviting me. I saw no cum stains in her pussy or her ass hole. I thought that both men had dry fucked her. Pointing my cockhead at her pussy hole, I pushed roughly inside her, showing her no mercy. Padma Aunty moaned into her friend’s mouth as I fucked her.

Mumtaz was shocked to see me fucking Aunty from behind and said angrily, “You could have fucked me again, Rajeshji. I wanted you to be mine the whole night.”

“Your pussy is filled up. How can I fuck it?” I said.

Mumtaz: You could have fucked me in my ass.

Me: Don’t joke. You had trouble taking me in your pussy. You will wake up the whole city if I fuck you in your ass.

Mumtaz: You could have fucked in my mouth as they do it in the porn.

Mumtaz was behaving like a small girl whose candy was being snatched. Padma Aunty came to my rescue and said, “Take it easy, Mumtaz. I am not going to steal your new husband from you. You can have him anytime you want. He won’t mind fucking four-five times in one night, and being young, he has the stamina.”

But Mumtaz was not happy. I fucked Padma Aunty for a few minutes lubricating her juices on my cock, and pulled out. My cock was stained with fresh juices and was glistening in the room light. I went and, kneeling at Mumtaz’s arms, resting my ass on her breasts, brought my cock to her lips.

I said, “Now suck as much as you like.” Mumtaz’s eyes sparkled on seeing my cock looming over her lips, holding it firmly at the base, stretching her tongue out, and licking my cockhead. Licking her lips, she asked, “It tastes funny now. When I sucked last time, it was different. Why Rajeshji?”

Again Padma Aunty came to my rescue and said, “Because it’s smeared with three secretions. Mine, yours and your Rajeshji’s cum. Now suck it like a good girl and clean it up thoroughly.”

Mumtaz licked my cock from the base to the top wetting it with her saliva. Her tongue was taking in our cum into her mouth. She licked all around my cock and sometimes my balls too, which were wet too. Mumtaz did not mind my ass crushing her breasts.

But she was eager to please me, showing how much she loved me. I didn’t know it was infatuation or real love she was showering on me. Anyways it was a win-win situation for me. I got another new fresh pussy to fuck whenever I wish to.

After cleaning my cock, her tongue was fiddling with my piss hole. It was dripping pre-cum again, and she was swallowing it into her mouth.

“Suck his head, Mumtaz. He loves it,” Padma Aunty said.

Mumtaz took my cock head in her mouth and sucked it hard like a little girl sucking candy. Farhan said, “Will you suck mine daily, Mumtaz?” Rolling her eyes at her, hubby nodded while sucking my cock like a real submissive slut.

“Lucky guy Farhan, you are in for a treat every night from your lovely wife. Mumtaz will suck your cock, and you can suck her pussy in the 69 position. You both can have an orgasm. If your wife wants a cock, my boy will always be here. I think your marital problem will be solved. She will have a baby and a good cock to fuck. You can get your satisfaction from blowjob every night,” Padma Aunty said, holding Farhan’s cock.

Farhan nodded shyly and said, “Yes, if you don’t mind can I suck your breasts, Bhabhi?”

“Yes, I mind if you don’t suck my breasts like a real man, not like a child,” Padma Aunty said, laughing. Holding her left breast in her right hand placed the nipple on Farhan’s lips, which he sucked into his mouth. Aunty was jerking his cock softly.

Farhan’s right hand was on Padma Aunt’s pussy and was fingering her. Mumtaz’s body was shivering, and she had closed her eyes. I turned back and saw Raman Uncle kneeling between Mumtaz’s legs and devouring her pussy. OMG, Uncle was eating our combined cum from her pussy.

His face was smeared with our juices. This was one horny orgy night. Everyone is getting their pound of flesh from someone. When I saw Mumtaz wincing, I asked,” Shall I ask Uncle to stop sucking?”

Mumtaz quickly took my cock out and replied, “No…No…No…It feels nice. Raman Bhaiya is showing me heaven. I thought sucking cock and choot was dirty, but I never thought it would be so wonderful. Fuck my mouth while Raman eats my pussy, Rajeshji.” And took my cock back in her mouth.

I knew she would choke if I pushed my 8-inch cock down her throat. So pushed half of my dick into her mouth and started fucking her mouth. Saliva poured out from her lips. Mumtaz sucked my cock like an obedient slut. Turning back, I saw her legs wrapped across Raman’s neck, urging him to suck her more.

Mumtaz had turned from a naïve wife into a whore in one night. This was all Padma Aunt’s doing. She will go to extreme lengths to make the fuck memorable. My cock was hardening in her mouth. Afraid she would gag, I pulled my cock from her mouth, got up and sat beside her.

Mumtaz’s left hand was caressing Raman’s hair. Her right hand holding my cock said, “You are hard again, Rajeshji. I don’t mind if you want to fuck me again. Raman Bhaiya has cleaned my pussy. You can fuck it or in my ass. I don’t mind.”

“I will wait. You get some rest. I know I was hard on you in the beginning. We have the whole night ahead of us,” I said.

“Yes, I want to use the loo. Will you come with me, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked, pushing Raman from her pussy to get up.

We both went to the bathroom without locking the door. Mumtaz sat on the commode seat and began to piss without any inhabitants. I saw golden yellow piss dripping down from her pussy into the commode.

Holding my cock Mumtaz asked, “Do you want to pee, Rajeshji?”

“Yes, clean yourself and get up,” I said.

“I will clean after you pee. Piss between my legs Rajeshji,” Mumtaz said, smiling and holding my cock toward the commode. As I wanted to piss urgently, piss spurted out and fell on her tummy. Mumtaz changed the direction, and it fell on her thighs, wetting her pussy.

“Gosh, it’s very warm. It feels like taking a hot shower,” Mumtaz said, allowing my piss to fall on her pussy. I thought she was getting kinky. When the piss flow subsided, bending, Mumtaz took my cock in her mouth and sucked it hard. I knew the last few drops were swallowed into her mouth.

Taking my cock out of her mouth, Mumtaz said, “Your piss didn’t taste as bad as I thought. Don’t think bad of me, Rajeshji. It was one of my fantasies to try out. I love you dearly and want to please you. Let’s see what your Aunty is doing with those two men.”

When we returned to the room, we saw Padma Aunty on her knees servicing Farhan’s cock. Her husband was drilling her pussy from behind.

Mumtaz hugging me, said,” Padma is one adventurous lady. I love her guts, and she goes to extreme lengths to complete her work. Be it in the office or the bed. She is one wild lady with lots of guts.”

On Friday, I came back from college at 3 pm. Padma Aunty, who was in the kitchen, called me and said, smiling, “Your new wife and her husband invited you to their house, Rajesh.”

I knew she was talking about Farhan, his wife Mumtaz, with whom we had an orgy last Friday night. I said, “But Aunty, they will be in their community clustered area. What will happen if someone comes to know about us?”

“Do you think they reside in the Shivajinagar area? Their house is in Jayanagar 4th Block. They are filthy rich. Farhan is a nice guy who will take care of you very well. He said his parents have gone to Ajmer Dargah, and his sister has gone for an educational tour. So enjoy your weekend with your bride, boy.”

Blushing, I went to my room, took a bath and sat down to study. On Saturday at 6 pm, I stood before the house address Padma Aunty had given. It was not a middle-class house but a huge bungalow. Seeing the house, I guessed Farhan was a rich guy. Who wanted his money when I had his gorgeous wife?

I rang the doorbell. The door opened, and Mumtaz stood before me with a huge smile. “Thanks, Rajeshji, for coming. I can’t express how much I am happy to see you again. I was thinking about you the whole week. Please do come in.”

Mumtaz led me in. I observed her dress. She was wearing a blue nylon saree and a matching blouse. She looked elegant and gorgeous and looked like she had taken bath just now. I saw Farhan sitting on the sofa. Seeing me, he got, giving me a firm handshake.

He said, “Glad you came, Rajesh or-else Mumtaz would have thrown me out today to search for you. Have a seat.” Mumtaz quickly went to the kitchen and returned with a cool drink. She was behaving like a little girl and blushing like a bride. Giving the glass, she sat beside me.

I was sandwiched between husband and wife. While drinking juice, Mumtaz asked me about college, stroking my face in affection. I was mumbling. I was slightly afraid as I was in a new place.

“Do you want to take some time, or do you want to start right now, Rajesh? Mumtaz is very eager, you know, she is mad about you. I want her to have a good time. Please take care of her and satisfy her,” Farhan came right to the point.

Mumtaz stood up as I kept the glass on the centre table. Pulling me up, she said, “Come, Rajeshji, you can relax in our bedroom.” She led me to their room. I was shocked to see the bedroom, which was almost 500 sq feet. A big cot in the centre, with a sofa on one side and a study table in one corner.

Two walls were full of decorated wardrobes. As I was observing the room, Mumtaz tried to unzip my pant. She said,” I know that you like to get your penis sucked. Shall I suck it, Rajeshji?”

“Do what you like, Mumthazji,” I said.

“No, Ji, please. Just call me Mumtaz,” Mumtaz said and pulled out my cock from my pants. Seeing it hard, she said, “You are ready like me. We can enjoy ourselves the whole nightFarhanji won’t disturb us. Last time it was a crowd with Padma and Ramanji. I want you to show your love only to me and me to you.”

Mumtaz made me sit on the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor before me. Holding my cock at the base, Mumtaz licked the pre-cum of the tip lapping up my juice. She started licking my cock from the base to the top, stretching her tongue out. She was looking with worshipful eyes.

Due to upper body movement, Mumtaz’s saree pallo fell to her lap, revealing her blouse and fair bosom. She was not wearing a bra as her nipples were trying to poke out her thin blouse material.

Seeing me looking at her cleavage, Mumtaz said, “Sorry, I was being selfish. I know how much you like my breasts. One sec, I will remove the blouse, and you can feel and play with them as you like, Rajeshji.” She began unhooking her blouse hooks with one hand, not stopping sucking my cock.

Mumtaz removed the blouse hooks with one hand with ease. Parting the blouse flaps revealing her twin treasure said, “They were waiting for your touch from last week. They are all yours now.” Saying she took my cock again in her mouth and started sucking without getting teeth on the skin.

Dropping my hands down, I caught her perfect C cup firm breasts in each hand and wasn’t surprised to feel the body heat through her breasts. I tapped her hard nipples when Farhan entered the room carrying a laptop. His upper body was bare, and he was wearing only shorts.

He sat in the centre of the bed and said, “Don’t bother about me, Rajesh. You both enjoy yourself. I have some work to finish and will be just a spectator today. Mumtaz has pleasured me by giving me blowjobs daily, which she refused to do earlier. Thanks to you and Padma Bhabhi.”

Mumtaz was unhooking my pant and nudged me to get up. She had removed her blouse by now from her shoulders. I got up and pulled my pants down, along with briefs. I lifted my leg, and she removed it, neatly folding it on the bed.

She stood up facing me. Holding my cock in her right hand, raising on her toes, brought her lips close to mine and kissed me on the lips. Her soft, tender sweet lips were crushed to my lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tender tongue, sucking her saliva into my mouth.

Mumtaz’s breasts were getting crushed on my chest. I embraced her across her back, feeling the heat of her flesh. Today Mumtaz was very aggressive in kissing. Hugging her tightly. I kissed her back with passion. I saw Farhan jerking his small cock. He was nude now and was watching us.

Still kissing, embracing Mumtaz firmly, lifting her off the floor. She embraced by neck tightly. I carried her to the bed and laid her on the bed gently beside her husband. Mumtaz was blushing, looking at her husband. I sat near her legs. She folded her legs with knees up and feet on the bed.

Her saree, which was at her knees, fell to her midriff, exposing her creamy thighs and legs. My eyes fell on her crotch. It was covered by panties and soiled in the front with her juices. I roamed my hand on her mound, feeling her wetness.

I pressed the panties, which dipped in her slit showing the wet slit line. Holding the waistband, I was about to pull her panties but stopped. Looking at Farhan, I asked, “Shall I?”

“Go ahead, boy. You needn’t ask my permission. She is all yours,” Farhan said.

Mumtaz had already lifted her ass off the bed and looked at me. I peeled the sticky panties from my legs and threw them on the floor. Widening her legs, pussy lips parting, she asked, “I am ready for you, my love.” Without answering, I removed my shirt, getting fully nude.

I knelt between her legs and mouthed her pussy. Mumtaz was surprised to see me eating her pussy. She lifted her ass, thrusting her mound to my face. She just had an orgasm as her pussy leaked non-stop, smearing my face with her juices. I was licking her lips and lapping her dripping juices.

Mumtaz had opened her lips with both hands, indicating I pushed my tongue inside. I dipped my tongue in her slit and tongue fucked her. She was thrashing her body on the bed. My one hand were on her tummy, trying to pin her down. I inserted my right hand middle finger into her love hole and finger fucked her.

“Yes…Yes… You are doing good, Rajeshji. Keep fucking me. I am close again,” Mumtaz groaned.

Finger fucking her, I moved my tongue to her clit and began licking it. Mumtaz was moaning at the top of her voice, showing how much she loved my finger and mouth on her pussy.

“God! I am cumming, Rajeshji!” Mumtaz shouted and pressed my head to her pussy, not allowing me to breathe.

Then I heard a female voice screaming, “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, BHAIYA?”

I couldn’t turn back as Mumtaz held my head. I looked at Farhan, who looked shocked and covered his crotch with a pillow. Pulling Mumtaz’s hands off my head, I turned back. I saw a lady dressed in jeans standing near the door. Her face flushed with anger and shock.

I got up and covered my manhood with a pillow, like Farhan. I saw Mumtaz enjoying her orgasm, unaware of the stranger in the room. Her pussy was wide open. Bending, I pulled her saree over her legs and covered her thighs and pussy from the stranger lady. I covered her chest with her saree pallo.

“I will explain, Ayesha,” Farhan was pleading with the lady with a meek tone.

“What is there to explain, bhaiya? Some boy is eating your wife’s… chee…that too in front of you. Don’t you feel ashamed to allow Bhabhi to get so intimate with a boy in our house? He looks younger than me. Who is this boy, by the way?” The lady shouted.

“This is Rajesh, my friend Raman’s nephew. Rajesh, this is my sister, Ayesha,” Farhan introduced us.

So this lady was Farhan’s younger sister Ayesha. I observed her. She was around 25, wearing jeans and a shirt. I was amused to see her flat chest, skinny legs and arms. But she had a cute baby-like face and was very fair. What she lacked in her body made up with her face.

She resembled 90’s cinema actress Mamata Kulkarni.

Seeing me studying her, Ayesha asked me, “How old are you, and what are you doing?”

“I am 20 and studying 2nd Engineering,” I replied confidently.

Hearing the commotion, Mumtaz got up. Seeing her sister-in-law Ayesha, her face turned white as if she had seen a ghost. She looked at her husband, me and then at Ayesha. Wrapping her pallo across her breasts, Mumtaz asked meekly, “When did you come, Ayesha?”

“I came when you were getting your pussy eaten by this boy,” Ayesha screamed at her Bhabhi.

Hearing the word pussy, Mumtaz cringed and asked, “You were supposed to come tomorrow evening. How did you come in? I had locked the main door.”

“Have you forgotten that I have keys, and this is my house too? I don’t need your nor your cuckold husband’s permission,” Ayesha said, and her tone was a bit softer now.

“I can understand your view Ayesha, but what to do? I have my desires too. As a woman, I hope you can understand me,” Mumtaz said, seeing Ayesha mellowed down.

“What is there to understand, Bhabhi? Is my brother not a man enough to satisfy your urges?” Ayesha said.

Removing the pillow from his crotch, revealing his two-inch dick, Farhan said, “Tell me, how can I satisfy my wife with this? Moreover, my sperm count is less. That’s why Mumtaz couldn’t bear my child for five years.”

“If it is for the baby, you could have undergone IVF. Why are you allowing this boy to fuck your wife?” Ayesha said, looking at her brother’s cock.

“As my sperm count is less, we must depend on strangers’ sperm. We won’t know what type of person he is. Moreover, all our relatives and friends will come to know about my weakness. Rajesh is a known boy, and I trust him completely,” Farhan gave a long speech.

“I agree, you want a good sperm. You could have given the doctor his semen, and Bhabhi could have born his baby. Why are you allowing this boy to fuck your wife?” Ayesha said.

“Don’t you want your Bhabhi to enjoy the sexual desires I cannot provide her? Rajesh will come only when we ask him. It will be discreet. We did it in our home as you and our parents were not here. This won’t happen in this house again. I will book a room in a hotel from now on,” Farhan said, looking at his wife and sister.

“How come you came early, Ayesha? Did Imran not satisfy you properly?” Mumtaz said to Ayesha with a naughty smile.

Ayesha’s face turned red on hearing the name Imran. She mumbled and said meekly,  “Who…which Imran are you talking about, Bhabhi?”

“The mechanic guy Imran, Ayesha. Do you think that I don’t know that you have been fucking him for 2 years? I didn’t tell your brother or your parents. I know you are a grown-up girl and know your responsibilities. I won’t interfere in your life. I expect you to do the same.” Mumtaz said with an authoritative tone.

Everyone in the room was stunned, including me. I was surprised to see the other side of Mumtaz, who I thought was a naïve housewife. I wanted to hug her and show my appreciation. But I didn’t, as the family saga was still on.

“Yes Bhabhi, I am sorry bhaiya,” Ayesha was about to cry.

“Relax, Ayesha. I knew you had booked a room at Ramanasree Resorts for today and tomorrow. I don’t like that guy, but I kept quiet as I knew you were wiser than me.” Mumtaz said.

“That bastard wanted me to sleep with his friends in the resort. I slapped him and came back,” Ayesha said, controlling her tears.

“You did a good thing. Now if your argument is over, will you please leave? Rajesh ji has ignited the fire in me, as you saw. I need him to douse the fire. No hard feelings Ayesha. You are still my cute sister-in-law and my best friend,” Mumtaz said, trying to make Ayesha leave the room.

“I have to stay in the house in my room, instead why don’t I stay here and watch the live show? If you and Bhai don’t mind,” Ayesha said with a kinky smile.

Mumtaz nervously looked at her hubby and me. Farhan shrugging his shoulders, said, “If you and Rajesh are ok with having Ayesha here, I don’t mind. This is your room, Mumtaz. You take a call.”

Mumtaz looked at me, and I nodded yes. She thought for a moment and said, “Fine, you can stay, Ayesha. But this is our room, and whatever happens in this room stays in this room. My rules, and you will respect your Bhai and me like before. If you agree, I don’t mind. Moreover, I will be happy.”

Hearing Mumtaz, Ayesha clapped her hands, giggling, and jumped into the centre of the bed. To her right was her bhai, and towards the left was her Bhabhi. She was still sitting, with her saree distorted. The blue petticoat was seen, and a thin nylon saree pallo could not hide her breasts.

“Sorry for the confusion Rajeshji. Feel free and forget that Ayesha is present here,” Mumtaz said, holding out her arms. Still holding the pillow on my crotch, I climbed the bed, lying on Mumtaz. I threw the pillow when my cock was buried in her crotch.

I saw Ayesha staring at me with a naughty smile. I lifted my body off Mumtaz and pulled her pallo, hiding her breasts. Mumtaz’s breasts juggled and shone brightly in the room light. Bending my head, I licked her right nipple, coating it with my saliva and looking up at Ayesha.

Ayesha was staring at her Bhabhi’s boob, getting licked wide-eyed. Winking at her, I took Mumtaz’s nipple in my mouth and sucked it. Both the ladies in the room gave out a loud moan. Alternatively, I sucked both nipples while Ayesha watched.

My right hand searched for the sari knot near Mumtaz’s navel, pulled it out from the petticoat and threw the saree. Brought my face down, kissed her tummy and stopped near the navel. I dipped my tongue in her deep navel and swirled it wetting it.

Mumtaz was holding my hair and wrapping her legs around my back. Her bare thighs were giving me warmth to my shoulders. Her legs and thighs should be exposed, I thought.

I lowered my head to her mound and found the gap in the petticoat where the cord came full circle. The gap was just above her pussy. I dipped my tongue and licked her pussy lips. My fingers untied the petticoat cord and tried to pull it down.

Mumtaz lifted her ass as I removed the petticoat from her legs. Once it came below her pussy, Mumtaz covered her mound with her hand. I threw the petticoat. Looking at Farhan and his sister, I removed Mumtaz’s hand from her pussy, exposing it to them.

Farhan was jerking his cock using his right hand, and I saw Ayesha’s hand on her brother’s hand. My cock had regained its hardness and was seen by Ayesha. Bending, I gave a few licks to Mumtaz’s pussy and saw Ayesha pushing her bhai’s hand away and holding his tiny cock firmly in her right hand.

Her left hand was inside her shirt, playing with her breasts. I thought enough of foreplay. I came up face close to Mumtaz. Resting on my hands, my cock hovering over her pussy, I asked her, “Shall I, Dear?”

Mumtaz’s eyes glowed as I called her dear for the first time. She kissed my chin and said, “I am always ready for you, darling.”

Knowing that my cock was in position, I pushed hard, and my cock penetrated her by spreading her lips wide open.

“Aaahhh…yes…push…push more, Rajeshji,” Mumtaz said, moaning.

I saw Ayesha had removed her shirt and pressed her tiny tits on the bra with one hand. The other hand was still jerking her brother’s cock. Looking at Ayesha’s tiny hand playing with my tiny cock. I pushed my cock deep, and it hit the cervix.

Mumtaz had closed her eyes as her pussy was filled, stretching it and was enjoying herself. I signalled Ayesha to come forward, who looked at me confused but obliged me by bending her upper body a bit, right hand still jerking Farhan’s cock.

My hands went to her back, and unhooking her bra removed it from her shoulders. Ayesha was topless now, and I saw her A-cup breasts. It was like an inverted saucer with long thick nipples. Cupping one breast, I sucked the other fully into my mouth.

Ayesha encircled her arms across my neck and pressed my head to her chest. My free hand unzipped her pant, slipped my fingers into her panties and cupped her pussy. I found her pussy covered with abundant pubic hairs. My fingers found her lips in the hairy jungle.

I dipped my middle finger in the slit and rubbed it thoroughly. Ayesha’s tiny body shivered as I played with her pussy while sucking her tit. After a few seconds, I felt a hand hitting on my chest. I turned and saw Mumtaz glaring at me, saying, “Don’t forget that I am your wife, Rajeshji.”

I stopped sucking her breast and pulled my hand from Ayesha’s pants. Bring my face up, I kissed her lips and whispered, “Farhanji loves getting a blowjob. If you are interested, you can suck him. I know it is incest, but everything is fair in love.”

Ayesha biting my lower lips, whispered, “I am horny. That bastard Imran tricked me. I don’t mind sucking bhai’s dick, but will you fuck me after you finish Bhabhi.”

“I have plans for you. Just play along with me,” saying I pushed her back and smiled at Mumtaz.

“What were you both whispering, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked with curiosity.

“I was saying that I love her long nipples, Mumtazji,” I said.

“Again, Ji, I won’t call nor talk with you if you call me Mumthazji again,” Mumtaz hissed.

“Sorry, dear. Shall we start?” I asked, and she nodded.

Pulling back my cock a bit, I penetrated her again. My cock was well-lubed with her juices, and it made me easy to fuck her making slushing sounds. As I asked, Ayesha was bending and sucking Farhan’s cock.

His one hand was toying with her nipple, and the other hand was trying to get to her pussy. It was difficult for Farhan to reach his sister’s pussy.

“Remove her pants, Farhanji,” I said, turning at Mumtaz said, “Shall we help them, Mumtaz?”

Mumtaz nodded, and we both, holding Ayesha’s pant waistband, pulled it off her hips, ass and thighs. Ayesha straightened her legs, helping us to remove her pant from her legs. I threw the pant and said,” Enjoy your sister’s pussy Farhanji.”

Farhan smiling, dipped his fingers into Ayesha’s panties. He started playing with her pussy while she sucked his tiny cock. Mumtaz pulling my hair, said, “Now can we enjoy ourselves, dear?”

Nodding, I began fucking Mumtaz. She lifted her ass off the bed and tried to fuck me back with full enthusiasm. Her breasts swayed on her chest wildly, and I dug into her deeply and roughly. I ravaged Mumtaz’s pussy for ten minutes, and she was sweating profusely.

I fucked her relentlessly. I saw Ayesha stop sucking and get laid beside her Bhabhi. Her panties were in place but stained with her juices and bread thing hard. Maybe her lips were aching from giving a blowjob.

Mumtaz turning right, cupped her sister-in-law’s tiny tit in her palm and asked, “Did you enjoy sucking your brother’s cock, Ayesha?”

“Yeah, Bhabhi. It was fun. Luckily he didn’t cum in my mouth despite sucking him for ten minutes,” Ayesha said.

Mumtaz twisting Ayesha’s long nipple, said, “He takes a long time to cum, and my lips will be sore. You have nice nipples, Ayesha, like cow udders ready to feed milk.”

“All my boyfriends have teased me about my nipples. Your breasts are gorgeous like the rest of your body. I wish I had a figure like yours, but our parents gave bhai a small dick and gave me small boobs.” Ayesha said with sadness in her eyes.

Mumtaz taking Ayesha’s left, placing it on her right breast, said, “You can play with mine anytime you want. I don’t mind if you want to suck it. Feel free to talk with me. I am like your friend.”

“Is it Bhabhi?” Ayesha jumped and, kneeling, took her Bhabhi’s nipple and began to suck. Her ass was facing me. I pulled her panties down to her knees. Looking at Farhan, I said, “Don’t you want to return the favour to your sister Farhanji?”

Understanding my intention, Farhan came behind his sister and pulled the panties from her legs. He nudged Ayesha to spread her legs which she did. I saw her pussy lips opening up amid the hairy jungle. Farhan parting the pubic hairs, began to lick his sister’s pussy which was dripping lots of juices.

Ayesha was sucking Mumtaz’s breast like a baby and fondling the other. It was supposed to be one-to-one with Mumtaz. But it was turning out to be another orgy like last time. But this time, it was brother and sister joining us. I was still fucking Mumtaz, but the vigour was gone.

I was getting tired and needed a break. Pulling my cock I laid on Mumtaz’s left. Mumtaz turning towards me, wiping my sweat from my face, asked, “Shall I get you a drink Rajeshji?”

Pushing Ayesha from her breast, Mumtaz got up, wriggling her ass went out. Ayesha looked at me, feeling abandoned. I brought my hips close to her face and said, “If you want to taste your Bhabhi, you can suck my cock, Ayesha.”

Looking into my eyes, Ayesha said, “I have never sucked a fucked up cock. I will suck but promise you won’t cum in my mouth.”

“Mumtaz will kill me if I cum in your mouth. That’s reserved for her, don’t worry, I won’t cum till you ask me to,” I said, laughing.

Ayesha, bending, took my cock in her mouth and sucked the head for a few seconds. Dropping her head down took my 8-inch in her mouth, my head hitting the back of her throat. Saliva was pouring from the sides of her lips. I knew she was an experienced cock sucker.

Now she began to bob on my cock fucking it with her mouth while her brother was eating her pussy furiously. Ayesha sucked my cock like a possessed lady for five minutes. Mumtaz came in with four beer pint bottles and was not amused to see her sister-in-law sucking me.

She gave me a bottle and pulled Ayesha’s mouth off my cock. Ayesha looked confusingly at her Bhabhi with teary eyes, cheeks and lips smeared with cum and saliva.

Pushing me a bit took my place, bringing her crotch close to Ayesha’s face and said, “That’s a sample you tasted from Rajeshji’s cock. Come drink it from the source.” Saying she pressed Ayesha’s face to her pussy. Without saying anything, Ayesha began to eat Mumtaz’s pussy.

She was sandwiched between her brother and his wife. I looked under Ayesha, long nipples craving for attention, took both her nipples between my fingers and began to pull them down as if to milk her. Ayesha was mumbling into her Bhabhi’s pussy. Her back was sweating a lot.

Mumtaz felt satisfied as she had turned her sister-in-law into a complete slut. She won’t be able to reveal our illicit relationship to anyone. I also felt relieved as Mumtaz’s marital life would be shaky.

“Are you ready, Rajeshji?” I came to my senses hearing Mumtaz and nodded as I had finished the beer and felt energetic. Mumtaz pushed Ayesha away and broke the oral chain as Farhan, too, got up. Ayesha slept on her back, fully drained out.

Pubic hairs were wet, her breasts reddened, and her face smeared with juices and saliva. I was surprised when I saw Mumtaz coming on top of Ayesha in the 69 position, pressing her pussy to her sister-in-law’s mouth. But she didn’t mouth her pussy as it was hairy.

I was looking at her ass cheeks and upturned pussy. Ayesha was licking her Bhabhi’s clit lazily. “Fuck me, Rajeshji. Let her see you fucking me closely, and she will keep her mouth shut about our affair,” Mumtaz said, turning back to me.

Kneeling behind Mumtaz, lubricated my cock sliding along her wet lips. Her lips were wide open, inviting me. I pushed my cock deep into her with one big thrust. Mumtaz’s body shivered and collapsed on Ayesha’s tiny body. Her soft ass was giving good cushion while I rammed her pussy.

My balls were swaying, hitting Ayesha’s nose, cheeks and forehead. Ayesha opened her eyes and, seeing my balls began to lick them. As it was swinging, she couldn’t, so she was tonguing my cock as it was moving in and out of her Bhabhi pussy. When it was deep inside Mumtaz’s pussy, she would lick her clit.

Bending her head down, Mumtaz was receiving my ramming without any complaints. Farhan was watching his wife getting fucked doggy style. I fucked Mumtaz for about ten minutes and knew I was close. I was here to impregnate her and help her have a baby.

Holding her tummy, I lifted her off Ayesha and made her lie on her back comfortably. In the melee, my cock was out of her pussy. I lifted her ass, placed a pillow under her, and got ready to mount her again.

“Are you ready to shoot, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked me, wiping the sweat from her face. I nodded. “Come, my love, fill me with your love, darling,” Mumtaz shouted.

“Bhaiya, come, I will make you cum while your wife takes his seed inside her,” Ayesha was bending and sucking her brother’s cock furiously. I rammed my cock into Mumtaz’s pussy and started shooting inside her. Mumtaz closing her eyes, was receiving my fertile seed in her pussy.

Her pussy will fill up, cum dripping down her ass and staining the sheets. I saw Farhan holding his sister’s head firmly and could sense him shooting inside her mouth as I saw a drop of cum near the edge of her lips. I fell on Mumtaz’s body, crushing her breasts, felt my cock shrinking inside her pussy and dozed off.

I got up when I sensed my cock being sucked. I opened my eyes to see Ayesha kneeling and sucking cock. It was already morning. I tried to push her away. But she, firmly holding my cock at the base, was slurping my head off the dried cum stains from my cock.

I was too exhausted to fight with her and allowed her. I felt the urge to pee as I had a beer.

“Leave me. I got to pee. I will piss in your mouth if you don’t get up,” I said angrily.

“Is it? I don’t mind drinking your pee. No…no…wait, let’s go to the washroom or else Bhabhi will kill me if you stain her sheets,” saying. She pulled me up, and I got up.

I thought she was one sex-maniac lady but followed her to the washroom. Lifting the commode seat, Ayesha sat on the commode and opened her mouth wide. Holding my cock, I began to pee. The first few drops fell on her chest. Ayesha bending a bit, tried to catch my piss in her mouth.

A few spurts went into her mouth. I changed the direction towards her thighs. Ayesha quickly took my cock in her mouth, and I had to release my bladder down her throat. After emptying, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Ayesha pushed me out of the bathroom.

She said, “Don’t tell bhaiya or Bhabhi about this. It was my kinky desire. Now leave. I want to take a bath. Don’t forget that you still haven’t fucked me.”

I came out of the bathroom wondering if she was a sex maniac. I came to the room and saw Mumtaz dressed and tidying the bed. Seeing me, she asked,” Did you sleep well, Rajeshji?” I nodded, and she continued,” Go take a bath, and I have kept Farhan’s dress for you to wear. Breakfast will be ready.”

She took me to another room and showed me the bathroom with Jacuzzi. I turned on the Jacuzzi and got in the tub. After taking a bath, I came out of the bathroom wearing tracks and a shirt. I came down to the dining hall. I saw Ayesha serving breakfast, wearing a long T-shirt with her legs bare.

“Where are Farhanji and Mumtaz? I asked Ayesha.

“Bhai went to an urgent meeting, and Bhabhi went to the supermarket to get groceries. She has given leave to all our servants because of you and asked me to serve breakfast,” Ayesha said.

I sat and had breakfast and was about to get up when she said, “Not so fast young man. Remove your pant while I clean the table.”

Knowing she would not leave me without getting fucked, I removed my pant and briefs. My cock was still in slumber, and she cleaned the table in a hurry. Ayesha saw my cock and said, “Why is your cock still sleeping? Does it get hard seeing my Bhabhi?”

Ayesha sat on my lap, facing me with her legs on either side. I knew she was not wearing panties when her nude buttocks touched my thighs. She gripped my hair and said, “I know how to wake him up.” And kissing me on my lips, her right hand took hold of my cock and began to pull it hard.

Sensing my cock hardening, Ayesha lifted her ass, pointing my cock at her hole tried to take it in. Only my cockhead went in, Ayesha grunting sat down on my cock, taking it inside her. Beaming, she said, “Mission accomplished.”

“Still, 3 inches is out. You can take it fully in a missionary position, not in this position,” I said.

“What……you have gone deeper than Imran. It’s ok, next time I will try to take you fully inside me,” said Ayesha beginning to hop on my cock. After a few thrusts, I heard the door open but couldn’t see as my back was to the door. But saw Ayesha’s face turning white in fear.

She panicked and got off my thighs, leaving my cock in the air. I turned back and saw a middle-aged Muslim man in his mid-fifties and a burqa-clad woman staring at us. The man was fuming in anger, eyeing Ayesha.

Ayesha straightened her shirt, trying to cover her cunt from the visitors. But her skinny legs and half thighs were on display. Poking my shoulder, she murmured, “This is my Chachu. Please go to the room Rajesh. I will handle this.”