Hassina reveals the secret of her Big Boobs
Today, I am going to tell you my experience of unbridled lust and passion.
I am Rekha, 21 years old, living with my parents and a younger brother. My mother and father work in MNCs. I have just graduated. My brother Jay is in the XII class.
I have a passion for teaching and thought I would start home tuition to pass the time until I found a good job. My parents were happy with my decision as they were looking for a home tutor for Jay. I happily agreed. My first tuition was a free one!
Let me tell you something about my brother Jay. He was smart, but quite mischievous. Like most siblings, Jay and I were loving towards each other, but we would fight a lot.
He would often pull my hair or my cheeks, and I would playfully punch him. We had fights about the TV remote; he would change the channel when I was watching my favourite programmes and take the remote with him, then run around the room.
I would scream at him, trying to catch him, and then we would end up in a wrestling match.
One day, Jay told me that Ali, who was his best friend in Jr. College, also wanted to take tuitions from me. I was not too happy.
Ali was not good at studies and had failed for a year. So, though he was in the same class as Jay, he was a year older. He was also much taller and more muscular than Jay.
But Ali was the brother of my best friend, Hassina, and when she called to request that I tutor him… how could I say, “No”? Another free tuition!!
Hassina was my best friend in college, and I knew her from our school days. We were alike in many ways. We were both fair and pretty. I had long hair, while Hassina had short hair, which suited her round face.
We also had identical figures … 36” – 28” – 36”. We were like twins and shared all our secrets and feelings with each other. Though she belonged to another religion, we never let it come between our friendship. Friends would say, “Rekha aur Hassina ki jodi!”
It was now three months since I had started my home tuition classes. I had two girl students named Rita and Bhagyashree (Bhagi for short). So four students in all. Jay, Ali, Rita, and Bhagi.
I had not met Hassina for over a year. One day, Hassina came to my home. I could hardly recognize her. Her features had changed. From being round and chubby-faced, she now had a long, chiselled face.
Her hair, which was short earlier, had grown into long tresses. And with her make-up – eye shadow, pink blushes on her cheeks, red lipstick, she looked like a model. No wonder I could not recognize her.
But the most striking part that announced her presence was her bust line. As I had told you earlier, we were identical earlier, but now… her boobs were “Wow”.
They stood out like headlights – big, powerful headlights that drew my attention, as I am sure that they made others’ heads turn too. Her boobs had blown up, and her bust size was now at least 38’’.
I was a bit envious. In comparison, my boobs were just a handful. 36”. After hugging each other tightly, exchanging pleasantries, and making her comfortable with a cup of tea, I asked her what I had been dying to ask her – the moment I saw her. What was the secret of those magnificent boobs?
She winked at me and smiled. The blush on her face changed to a crimson red. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She said, “No, Dear. You have to search for a boyfriend for me.” But I was not going to let her go without getting the secret from her.
After a lot of prodding and begging, she told me something that shocked me. I had not even dreamed of this in my wildest imagination.
She confessed that her brother Ali was the reason for the size of her expanding boobs. I still did not understand what she was saying. She then told me that Ali is sucking her boobs daily. I refused to believe her.
She then removed the mobile from her purse and turned on the screen. My eyes were glued to the screen. Then a clip opened up on her mobile.
Hassina was sitting on the bed, with Ali lying down like a baby in her lap. She then lifted her blouse and pushed up her bra, and the scene before my eyes was unbelievable.
There was her brother Ali, sucking her engorged nipples like a baby, and gently squeezing her boobs. My eyes were transfixed on the scene.
I was shocked. Ali had a satisfied look on his face, his eyes were closed, and Hassina was gently ruffling his hair. There was love in her eyes.
And then the 2-minute clip ended. I was spellbound by what I had just seen on the screen. Hassina had a big smile on her face.
She told me that I, too, could get big boobs if I wanted, and Jay could help me. She told me to think about it. Though I was shocked by the clip, a little seed of self-doubt crept into my mind.
Was it really possible that I, too, could get the type of boobs that Hassina has? What would others say if they came to know the secret of my big boobs? Was it really that easy?
I had heard that a woman’s boobs become big and round when they are squeezed and massaged and the nipples too become enlarged.
But then this happens when a girl has a boyfriend or when a woman is married, and her husband plays with her boobs.
I did not have a boyfriend, and neither was I married. But then Hassina too did not have a boyfriend, and neither was she married. Yet she had lovely big breasts.
And if she could get those with the help of Ali, why could I not get them from Jay? Of course, the problem was how to involve Jay in this activity. I had forgotten to ask Hassina how she had initiated Ali into sucking her boobs.
For the next few days, that scene that I saw on the mobile kept coming before my eyes. There was a strange feeling between my legs. I wanted to do it.
My brother would playfully pull my hair and my cheeks and often bump into me or hold me tight from behind. Earlier, I did not pay much attention to this. But now my senses were heightened.
Since we had 2 bedrooms, one was used by my parents and the other was used by Jay and me. I slept on the single bed while Jay slept on a mattress next to my bed on the floor.
I wanted Jay to sleep on the bed too. I knew that if I told him to do so, he would get suspicious and flatly refuse. I had thought of a plan. I had to seduce Jay. Being a woman, this was not too difficult. Earlier, when Jay used to hug me from behind or pull my hair, I would not pay any attention.
But now I noticed that he would slyly look at my cleavage when I bent down, or try to look between my legs when I kept my feet on the teapoy as I watched a movie on the TV.
So, at night when we retired for bed, I put my plan into action. I would change into a short skirt and pretend to read a novel, partly keeping my legs open. I observed Jay trying to peep between my legs, which made me happy. I was a deep sleeper, and was dead to the world when I slept.
But now I only pretended to sleep and waited to see Jay’s reaction. Nothing happened for a few nights. Then one night when I was partly asleep, I noticed some movement under my bedsheet.
Wow. From the corner of my eye, I saw it was Jay. I had a faint smile on my face. My plan was working. It was Jay peeping under my skirt. Now the fish was biting at the bait. I had to do more.
The next day, I went to bed without wearing my panties. I kept my mobile in recording mode on the cupboard, hoping to capture the scene as Jay fell for the bait. I pretended to sleep.
In the dark, I noticed that Jay had switched on his mobile flash. I had deliberately kept the bedsheet aside, and parted my legs.
Jay slowly and gently lifted my skirt and I could imagine (since I could not see his face) his shock and delight on seeing my pussy from such close quarters.
Since his mobile flash was ON, he had a good view of my pussy and possibly saw a pussy for the first time. Let me tell you more about my pussy.
I have a thick growth of pubic hair, as I do not shave or wax my pubic area (though later you will read why I started shaving my pussy).
I had thick cunt lips, matching the lips on my face. I also had a pronounced clitoris which I would play with sometimes when I was horny and in the mood.
So you will understand the fascination on Jay’s face as he peered at my pink coloured pussy. I was hoping that he would do more than just stare.
Just the anticipation was making me wet. But he did nothing. Then he switched off his mobile and went to his mattress. Even in the dark, I could see the movement of his hands on his cock as he grunted and orgasmed.
The next day was beautiful. My mobile had captured the whole scene with Jay’s flash. He was staring at my hairy pussy, and I noticed he was licking his lips.
This was the first time I could see my pussy captured on the screen on my mobile. I was pleased as it did look inviting. But I wanted more.
For the next few days, I captured more and bolder scenes on my mobile, which was positioned on the cupboard opposite my bed.
In one scene, Jay first checked if I was sleeping (I pretended I was). Then he went down to my legs and parted them as much as he could. He then lifted the short skirt that I was wearing that day and took close-up snapshots of my pussy.
Then he became bolder and touched my pussy. I groaned involuntarily, but this frightened him off, and he quickly packed up for the day, or should I say shagged off for the night.
I could hardly wait for the next day to see the images that my mobile had captured. And I was not let down. The clear images were exciting.
I had succeeded in my plans. I could hardly wait for that night, anticipating what was to come. I had to show Jay the video and proceed with my plan.
That night, I locked the door and told him to sleep on the bed. He refused at first. He said, “What will our parents think?” I then showed him the video and threatened to show it to our parents.
He became pale. I hugged him and told him that I would not inform our parents, but he had to do whatever I told him to do. I told him that since he had seen me in the nude, now it was my turn to see him naked.
He began to blush, but he agreed. Actually, there was a smile on his face. Obviously, he too wanted it. He was now my willing slave.
And so began our journey into incest. That night was a night of initiation for both of us. We were both virgins, and this was our first foray into the dark world of incest.
Jay got into my bed. We began kissing each other passionately. As a woman, I wanted the kiss to linger on softly and gently. As a man, he wanted to fuck me.
He removed my top hastily. I was not wearing a bra. Remember, I had planned all this in advance. He was fascinated to see my boobs and greedily began sucking my nipples and squeezing my boobs.
This was my aim: to make him suck my nipples and massage my boobs so that I would have boobs like my friend Hassina.
This now became our nightly ritual. We proceeded slowly. I would let him suck my boobs for 15-20 minutes every day. Then I would hold his cock and stroke it.
He had a 5.5” cock. At that time, I did not know about cock sizes as it was the first cock that I had held. (You will read later about all my other cock experiences). He was inexperienced and came into my hands as soon as I held his cock.
He wanted to insert his cock in my pussy, but I did not allow him. My aim was to get big boobs as Hassina had said I would. But as time passed, Jay became hornier. We then began pleasing each other with our tongues.
Though Jay was a novice in the beginning and had not even heard of cunnilingus (pussy sucking), I tutored him in the art. You can say I was a good tuition teacher. Jay had a long tongue, which he would use like a sword on my clit.
I would part my legs to give him free access to my pussy. He would give me waves of pleasure as I orgasmed with powerful contractions. I taught him how to lick the tip of my clitoris and suck it with his lips. I would hold his head and push it deeper so that his tongue would go deep and tickle my clit.
In return, I would take his cock deep into my throat and give him a mind-blowing blow-job. Of course, at first I too was a novice and had never even held a cock before in my hand.
But as you all know, we women are smart and quick to learn what pleases our partner and us too. I would stroke his cock and see it grow before my eyes.
Then I would push back the foreskin and see the pink knob with his cock-eye looking at me. His cock reminded me of a cobra raising its hood and looking with one eye at me.
But I was a snake charmer and knew how to charm such snakes with my mouth. I soon learnt that snakes want to spit out their thick white poison.
Jay wanted me to swallow his semen, but I resisted. Instead, I would collect his thick white cream in my mouth and quickly spit it out into the kerchief or towel which I kept at hand.
One day, I phoned Hassina, and the first thing she wanted to know was how big Jay’s cock was. I was surprised at her question and wondered how she knew that I was following her advice. She told me that she was sure that Jay would be sucking my boobs.
It was only much later that I came to know that Ali and Jay would exchange their secrets, and since they were best friends, they would tell each other everything. Hassina was getting all this information from Ali. She was getting a day-to-day account.
She asked me how much bigger my boobs had become. This was about 3 months after Jay had started sucking my boobs. I smiled on the phone, and Hassina understood.
Now, the real reason I had called Hassina was to tell her that Jay was getting adamant that I should swallow his semen when I gave him a blow-job. The taste of semen nauseated me and I would immediately spit it out into my towel and then gargle my mouth.
Hassina told me that this was normal. She said that she too had the same problem at first. But now she swallows Ali’s full load and even enjoys it.
She stressed that the bond between brother and sister becomes stronger with such gestures. This emotional part appealed to me, and I thought that if our love for each other became stronger, then I should do it.
There was also another reason. Jay was often begging that he wanted to put his cock in my pussy, but I did not want to allow him. So, the easy way out was to give him a blow-job and satisfy him.
To make him happy, I began to swallow his semen when he came into my mouth. At first, it was not easy, as I would choke and gag, but in a few days, I did manage and could see the happiness on Jay’s face. Hassina was right. Men and brothers love a blow-job and take pride when their partner swallows their semen.
As days passed, Jay started getting more insistent that he wanted to fuck me and put his cock in my cunt. I was in a dilemma.
He would get grumpy and refuse to talk to me when I did not allow him penetration. I, too, wanted to feel his cock in my pussy, but I was naturally scared that I would get pregnant. So, whom do I ask for advice? Yes, you guessed right. My best friend, Hassina.
I knew that she, too, would have had the same problem with Ali. So, I called her and asked her. She laughed aloud and said, “Yes, I had the same issue, but solved it.” I was keen to know how.
She told me that Jay should use a condom. She also told me that though Jay would agree at first, as time passes, I would feel the need to experience the warmth of his cock, touching the slippery walls of my pussy without the condom.
I asked her, “But what if he discharges his semen into my pussy? Will I not get pregnant?” She said, “You can have sex without a condom during your safe days, and if you feel that it happened during your unsafe days, you can always take the pill.”
Now, every night and often even during the day, when our parents were not at home, we would have sex, which was mind-blowing. It seemed like we were having sex for hours. The more we did it, the more we wanted to fuck each other.
One night when we were both naked in bed, kissing each other, Jay was sucking my nipples and kneading my boobs, and I was sucking his cock, I told him that he had a big cock.
Then he told me, "Mine is nothing. You should see Ali’s cock. He has a big, fat cock, which is at least 7”. I asked him, “How do you know?” He said, “I have often seen his cock, when we are peeing together. It has a big pink knob and is long and thick, and black in colour”.
That night, as Jay was fucking me with his small cock, I was thinking of Ali’s big, fat, black cock and fantasizing that it was his cock that was in my pussy.
Jay, noticed my enthusiasm as I bobbed on his cock, and said, “You like Ali’s big, fat cock, know?” I pulled his ear and smiled.
Since the day I had seen the clip on Hassina’s phone of Ali, sucking her boobs, and now hearing from Jay that he had a big cock, fired my imagination.
Now, during tuitions, I would discreetly look at his crotch area and wonder how big his cock was. He was unaware of what I was thinking and would behave just like a student who had respect for his teacher.
I would get a little more physical with him and pull his ear or cheek gently whenever he did not do the homework. I was thinking in my mind, “When will I get to pull his cock”?
Little did I know that Jay and Ali had other plans.
Jay’s narration
Let us now hear it from Jay.
Since Ali and I were best friends, we shared everything with each other. There were no secrets between us.
He had told me that he sucked his sister Hassina’s nipples and massaged her boobs with cream every night and told me how much he enjoyed it.
He told me that I should also try it with Rekha. The idea excited me, but I thought it would be impossible to try it with my innocent and strict sister. So, now you know from where I got the idea to peep into Rekha’s panties.
Daily in college, we would plan how I would seduce Rekha, and Ali would give me ideas. It was his idea to use the flash on my mobile to peer into the gap between my sister’s legs when she was asleep. Though I got caught by Rekha, the idea succeeded.
He shared with me the clip when he was sucking his sister Hassina’s boobs and promised to share more if I too shared our clips with him.
The first clip I shared was the one where I was looking at Rekha’s pussy with my flash. I had managed to forward that clip from Rekha’s phone to myself without her knowledge and quickly deleted the forwarded message on her phone.
The moment Ali saw the clip, he said, “What a bushy pussy your sister has. It looks exciting. Why don’t you shave her pussy hair? You will enjoy it more while licking her pussy lips and swollen clit.”
I told him that was a great idea and I will try to convince her. Since we shared everything, I told him about the night when we fucked, and I had told Rekha about his big cock, which he had often shown me (not only while pissing). I had even held it in my hands.
I told him how excited Rekha was that night and she was bobbing up and down on my cock like she was going to break it.
She had orgasmed 4 times that night and was insatiable, till I had to tell her that I was tired and could not get another erection. There was a glint in Ali’s eyes and he said that he would make her a Randi. I said, “How”? He smiled.
Ali was an artist, and he would make super portraits. All he needed was a snap of a person, and he would draw identical features.
He told me to give him one of Rekha’s snaps and a bra and panty that he would return. I asked him, why the bra and panty? He said, “Didi ko Randi banana hai na?”
I gave him one of Rekha’s photos. She looked ravishing in the snap. So innocent and petite. Only I knew, and Ali had heard from me, what a “Pataka (Sex Bomb)” she was in bed. I also gave him a red bra and black panties that I had stolen from her clothes cupboard.
A few days later in college, Ali told me that the portrait was ready and he would keep the sketch book under his bag when he came for tuitions.
After all of them had left, I had to take the sketch book and show the pictures to Rekha. Naturally, I was worried about how all this would turn out.
What if Rekha complained to Hassina? What if she shouted at Ali? What if she stopped him from coming for tuition? My heart was beating faster….
In the meantime, every time I was in the act of fucking Rekha, I would talk about Ali’s cock and describe the big, black monster.
I once asked her, “You are thinking of his cock, know? Deep in your pussy and all his thick white cream filling your pussy and flowing down your thighs?” She just said, “Hmmmm,” and I could see the dream in her eyes.
Since Ali and I would now exchange our clips, I began making many more clips with Rekha, and she willingly participated.
I would remove her blouse and bra and then lie down in her lap and hungrily suck her nipples as I squeezed her boobs (which now had definitely become bigger). She would hold the mobile and record the clips. Little did she know that I was sharing all these clips with Ali, and he was sharing them with Hassina.
One day in college, Ali told me his plan. That day was a holiday for our tuition class, as Rekha would be going to her college for some enquiry, and she would be back home in an hour.
Ali said that he would load all his semen into the black panty that I had given him for the picture sketch, and I had to feed that to her and make video clips of it.
I agreed, knowing that Rekha was always game for my wild ideas. On that day, about ten minutes before Rekha came back, Ali brought the black panty loaded with his white, thick cum.
My God, I wondered how much quantity was there. I am sure that Ali had saved that load for a week in his balls, for this day.
I kept the panty on her bed. Then the doorbell rang. I rushed and opened the door. I was nude. As soon as she stepped in, I closed the door, hugged her tight, and kissed her passionately.
She was quite stunned at my sudden behaviour. Before she could protest, I removed her blouse and unhooked her bra. All this in the living room itself.
I then lifted her and took her to the bedroom. I told her I had a gift for her. She looked at the black panty with the white stains and her eyes opened wide.
I told her that she had to drink all “my” Cum that I had made for her. She was hesitant at first. Then she agreed. She opened the panty and exclaimed, “So much?” I said, “It is all for you”.
She took out her tongue and took a big glob on it. I was ready with my mobile, capturing the scene. After she had swallowed it, she said, “It tastes different.”
I told her that I had loaded it sometime back, hoping that she would return earlier. She caught hold of my cock, which was now fully erect, and said, “I would have had it directly from my loving brother’s cock”. I thought to myself…. Oh, you mean from your loving tuition student’s cock!!
I made her lick most of Ali’s semen from her panties, and what was left, I applied on her face, and then I made her wear the panties and even pushed the panties between her cunt lips so that all the cream would be smeared on her inside. And I kept making video reels.
I was hoping that soon my friend Ali’s fresh semen would be between her legs and deep in her pussy. I had made many clips of this event and was itching to send them to Ali.
By now, you all know a lot about Ali and me. So, let me tell you more about my other tuition classmates – Rita and Bhagyashree (Bhagi in short).
They were in a different college but stayed in a nearby locality. Rita was the more talkative of the two. She was fair with sharp features, and wore spectacles. She had short hair and sported a Bob-cut. But, she had nice round and big boobs. I was sure that she had a boyfriend.
And now let me tell you about Bhagyashree. She was so shy and innocent looking. She was fair too with a pink glow on her face and beautiful expressive eyes.
She had long hair which reached below her shoulders. But what fascinated me was her medium sized boobs – round and pert. I was sure that she was a virgin in the boobs department and no one would have had the privilege of touching them.
Why am I describing the girls? Well, once when I was fucking Rekha and my cock was deep in her pussy, she asked me, “Whom do you want to fuck – Rita or Bhagi?”
I was stunned and wide eyed. I wondered how Rekha knew about my fantasy. So I asked her what she meant. She told me that I know you want to see Ali fucking me, and I am sure that you too want to fuck one of the girls. I have often seen you look at them.
When your cock is deep in your sister’s pussy and your piston is moving in and out of the wet and slippery cunt, with “phuck – phuck” sound, you open your heart out and give out all your secrets.
They say the best time to find out your partner’s fantasies and deep supressed longings is when the erect cock is buried deep in the wet pussy cave. And so, I blurted out, “Bhagi” in the throes of passion.
Rekha smiled and said, “It will happen.” I was naturally excited, and said, “But how?” Rekha said, “Leave it to me. But first you have to make me happy”. I renewed my cock attack in her pussy with vigour and purpose.
A month passed by. One day in college Ali told me that his sketch of my sister was ready. I asked him to show it to me, but he said it was a surprise. He told me that he would leave the sketch book on the chair and after all of them left, I should open it and show the drawings to Rekha.
That day I was in high anticipation. I wanted to see the drawn pictures and was wondering how I should show them to Rekha. When Ali came, there was a smile on his face that only I noticed.
The tuition session was uneventful. Ali had once again as usual not completed his homework, and surprisingly Bhagi who was always conscientious had also failed to do so.
Rekha made both of them stand for five minutes. There were tears in poor Bhagi’s eyes, but Ali had a shameless, unapologetic smile on his face.
I later asked Ali, why he was smiling. He told me that he was smiling thinking of his cock in his teacher Rekha’s pussy, and she would be begging to fuck her harder.
Well after they all left, I took the sketch book to the toilet to see the pictures that Ali had drawn. I was spellbound. I kept looking at the beautiful sketches with awe and admiration.
I always knew that Ali was a good artist, but this was mind-boggling. In the first sketch, Rekha was fully clothed. It was difficult to know whether it was a photo or a picture.
The face had all the features and expressions even the smile of the photo that I had given him of Rekha. She was wearing one of the blue tops and a flowery yellow shirt, up to her knees that she sometimes wore during the tuition session.
I was dying to turn the page to see the next picture. This picture showed Rekha without her top. She was wearing the red bra. Remember? I had given Ali a red bra and a black panty of hers for the painting. She was still wearing her yellow skirt in this picture.
The next picture was exactly as I had seen Rekha for the first time, only in bra and panties. I don’t remember the colour of the bra or the panties she was wearing that time. This was now getting hotter and more exciting.
I could hardly wait to see what the next picture was. I quickly turned the page. My eyes popped out. It was almost a life portrait of my sister Rekha, completely nude.
Her firm round boobs with the nipples slightly visible and her bushy pussy was exactly as I have seen it every day. What really surprised me was how real it looked.
I had sent him many clips of hers completely nude and looking at those clips, what a beautiful realistic picture he had painted of her boobs and pussy. You can imagine how real they looked when I tell you, that I began to get an erection in the toilet.
The next picture was different. It was a solo picture of Ali in the nude. His 7” inch circumcised cock held proudly in his hands. I was not surprised that this picture looked exactly like him. Muscled torso, with abs and biceps.
If he could draw pictures of my sister without even seeing her nude in real, there was little doubt that his own picture would resemble him completely, which it did.
I was a bit jealous seeing his big cock and his strong erection, but was happy that sooner or later my dear sister, would have that cock fucking her pussy.
The next picture showed Rekha and Ali kissing passionately. My sister was standing on one leg and her other leg was curved around his leg. Her tongue was in Ali’s mouth and he was sucking it.
Her arms were round his neck, holding him tight. Ali had cupped her arse cheek with his left arm, and with his right arm, he was squeezing her boob. There was lust and passion in both their eyes.
The standout feature of this picture was the written words. “My Teacher Rekha” on my sister’s picture and “Student Ali” on Ali’s torso. As if there were any doubts about who these characters represented. I had no doubts, and I am sure that Rekha, too, would not have any doubts once she saw the pictures.
At this stage, I had my swollen cock in my hands. The urge to stroke it was compelling. I decided to wait till I saw the last picture.
This last picture was the best. Can you all guess what it was? It showed Ali’s cock buried in my sister’s cunt. Her pussy lips were parted, or rather stretched to the limit to accommodate Ali’s Big Black Cock (BBC).
Her cunt was shining with all the lubrication and his pre-cum. They were both standing, holding each other. Her one leg was raised. Her eyes were closed in the throes of orgasm.
I could not hold on any longer. I began to furiously masturbate as I imagined Ali’s big cock tearing my sister’s pussy and depositing all his cum in her.
I quickly washed my penis, straightened out my pants, and went looking for Rekha. My heart was thudding against my chest, and my pulse was racing. I found her in the bedroom reading a novel.
With trembling hands, holding the sketch book and with a shrill voice, I said, “Didi, see what I found that Ali, has left behind. She took the book from my hand and began to turn the pages.
Every page she saw, her face became red with anger. I thought she would have a heart attack. I tried to take the book back from her hands, but she held it close to her chest. There was a grim look on her face. I thought that Ali would soon be dead.
But shockingly that night when we were in bed, she was passionate like a tigress. I knew that it was the effect of the pictures drawn by Ali. I smiled inwardly.
Next day, during tuition she was cool and did not say anything. Ali and I were expecting the worse, but things were peaceful and this went on for a few more days.
Then one day, she told Ali and me that she would be taking extra classes for Rita and Bhagi. We didn’t pay any heed to this.
Rita and Bhagi would come when we were in college. One day, I came home early as I was not feeling well. I had a spare key to the front door, so I did not want to disturb Rekha.
I opened the door and went looking for Rekha. Her bedroom door was locked. I thought she must be taking tuitions with the girls. There was a side window to the room with a curtain.
I could hear some moaning sounds coming from the room. I was curious, so I peeped into the room and got a shock of my life.
Rekha, Rita and my dear innocent Bhagi were all nude. Completely nude in bed. What a scene it was. Rekha was lying down with her feet spread wide, and Rita was between her legs, sucking her pussy. Bhagi was sucking her teacher, Rekha’s boobs, and Rekha was mauling and kneading Bhagi’s small, round boobs.
I immediately got a huge erection. Now, I understand why Rekha was asking me whom I preferred to fuck, and her confidence that it would happen. Her students were her slaves, and they would do anything that Rekha asked them to do.
I left the house and went to the park. I did not want them to be embarrassed at being caught by me. Later, when I came back, the girls had left, and Rekha was busy in the kitchen. For some reason, I did not tell Ali what I had seen.
Life went on like this for a few days. I did notice that Rekha was getting more comfortable with Ali, and pulled his ears more often. Sometimes she would stand close behind him, almost touching him and peer at the study material in his notebook.
You have heard the experience from Jay’s point of view.
Rekha resumes her narration:
Now, let us once again hear the experience from Rekha, in her words.
After, I had seen the erotic sketches that Ali had made of both of us, I was in a perpetual state of excitement and often fantasized about his big cock in my pussy but did not have the courage to proceed further.
All this changed one day. Hassina invited me to her home. Since we had not met for a long time, I agreed to meet up. We met and began our chitchat.
We were sitting on the bed in her bedroom. Suddenly she called out, “Ali….come here”. I was least expecting to see Ali and thought he must be in college.
She then told him, “Your teacher has come to complain about you, and punish you.” Ali smiled at me. Suddenly, Hassina pulled down his shorts and told me, “Go ahead, punish him.”
I was shocked and did not know how to react. Hassina caught my hand and placed it on his cock. I tried to pull away my hand, but she held it firmly.
His cock began to grow in my hands. I had been dreaming of this moment for so many days, and here I was with Ali’s cock in my hands.
Before I knew what was happening, Hassina lifted my blouse and in one swift motion unclasped my bra. I tried to cover my boobs with my hands out of shyness.
Hassina pulled away my hands and told Ali, “Today, you have to make your teacher happy, like you make me happy.”
Ali was waiting for this. I suspect that Hassina and Ali had planned all this. Ali was bold. He held me and kissed my neck and earlobes. Then he kissed my cheeks and then my lips.
With his tongue he opened my mouth and put his tongue in. He told me to stick out my tongue and began sucking my tongue.
His hand was on my boob and was kneading it and gently rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
My nipples are very sensitive and they began to respond to his expert touch and manipulation. He sucked both my nipples that had now become taut and pink.
He bit the top of my boobs and I could see the deep marks of his teeth. Before, I knew it, he had pulled down my skirt and I helped him to remove my panties by lifting up my arse….
I was now completely nude. He too removed his tee-shirt and I could feel his rippling muscles and firm torso. My pussy was leaking and my panties were soaked with my juices.
Ali then knelt between my legs and parted them. He then began licking my pussy lips and let his tongue dart in and out of my crack.
Ali was an expert. Jay was really no match for the sensations that Ali was giving my slippery pussy. He took my clit between his lips and then pulled it out.
The sensation was the best I had ever had. My whole body was racked with pleasurable pain. I could feel the spasms beginning to build as I reached my first orgasm.
I held Ali’s head and pushed it deeper into my pussy. And what was Hassina doing? She was making a reel of our action. I did not care. Like directing an orchestra, she then told Ali to get into the 69 position and his cock was on my face.
I was bit hesitant. Hassina told me … “You have already eaten his cum”. I did not know what she was talking about. How could I have eaten his cum, when I had never sucked his cock?
Hassina smiled and then showed me a reel. I was shocked. Ali had my black panty and he was stroking his cock, till he came with a full load in it.
Then she showed me another reel where Jay had given me the same black panty and told me it was a gift, and I had eaten all the cum.
Now, I remembered how Jay had fed me that cum and even made me wear the panty, pushing the cum into my pussy.
The thought made me bold. I took Ali’s cock in my hand and put it in my mouth and began pleasuring it. His cock was much bigger than Jay’s and I could not take it fully in my mouth.
Since his cock had no foreskin, I could lick it from the end of his balls to the tip of his red knob. Hassina commented, “Wow, you are an expert cock sucker, even better than me. We must your skill in the future.”
I did not know what she meant. But I learned what she had in mind a few months later.
Our foreplay had been going for more than an hour. I was now itching to put Ali’s cock in my pussy. I had been dreaming of this for so many days. Ever since I had seen his drawing of his cock buried in my tight pussy.
But I was nervous. He had a 7” cock. I was worried that he would tear my pussy with his big cock. I voiced my concern to Hassina. She kissed me and said, Don’t worry. Your pussy is made to take more and bigger cocks.” (I once again did not understand what she meant, and came to know only later).
But I was nervous. Ali lifted both my legs and kept it on his shoulder. He then let his cock slide into my pussy. By this time, my cunt was so lubricated that his cock slid in easily.
First with gentle strokes and then like a steam engine, his piston was going deeper and faster. I was moaning loudly and kept shouting, “Fuck me harder, harder. Ali fuck me. Aaaahhhhhh……Uffffffff……..Don’t stop.”
Then I remembered I was in my fertile period and told Ali to cum outside. But he was too far gone. As I closed my eyes and had a shattering orgasm, Ali too spurted jets of cum deep into my pussy and I could feel it reach my womb.
We slept like this in each other’s arms with Ali’s cock still in my pussy as he began to shrink and lose his erection. Then with a plop, his penis exited my pussy. There was thick semen oozing from my pussy and flowing down my thighs.
Hassina was busy recording all this on her expensive hand-held camera. She would be using this footage later.
I shall tell you more in the next part of my story (or should I say experience).
Till then, goodbye.
Should I Google translate this in Hinglish and post in HINDI section? Will there be more Readers there??