Incest Secrets Of Chowdhury Family

[Supriya Roy]

Sorry for deleting the whole part

 

[Munmun Sen]

( Part : 8 ) Being motivated by Gurpreet Ma'am's soothing speech, Abdul started reading the notes more attentively from next morning given by her..... even keeping himself away from his favourite cricket playing. Anyway, that day was Sunday..... no school and so taking some breakfast, he drowned himself in his studies.

After one hour of studying, he needed to take a leak. So he walked to the bathroom passing his mother's bedroom door. It was closed but he could hear some noises that sounded like moans of someone in pain.

"Oh, Ohhhhhh Malti, that is so good, don't stop! Aaaah..... Allah, I'm cuming...... I'm cumming! Oh, keep doing it, keep doing it!'

Abdul didn't know what was going on but he was a little scared to knock on her door. But before that he went to the bathroom and got his cock out and peed. It seemed to take a long time and he was still standing there with the last few drops of piss dripping down when the door suddenly opened behind him. It was his mother. She was wearing a towel around her body but nothing else that he could see.

"Oh, Abdul, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there." His mother apologized.

"It's OK, Ammi, I'm just finished." He said..... then shaking the last drops of urine off from his cock and pulling his Bermuda up. He wasn't embarrassed for his mother to see his cock of course.... she had seen it many times before. She was his mother! Abdul thought she even glanced down at his cock while he was tucking it away

"But are you OK? I thought I heard you crying in your room." He said in which his mother looked embarrassed.

"Oh, Malti was giving me a massage, and it can be quite hard sometimes. I'm fine now. Thanks for being concerned for your mother." She smiled at him.

Abdul left the bathroom and closed the door for her to piss in private. As he walked past his mother's room, the door was ajar. He glanced in. Malti-Masi was lying on the bed with no clothes on! She was smoking a 'Bidi' in her right hand. She had dark, tanned skin, and he could see one of her tits. it was large and black, with a big dark nipple sticking straight up at it's middle.

Between her legs was a huge bush of dark curly hair. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing slowly. He stared for a long while. He didn't hear his mother come up behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and drew him away to his room. They sat on the bed.

"Now, Abdul," She began. "You know Malti is just like a member of our family. She loves us so dearly.... isn't it Sona?" Ajmira said in which he just nodded looking at his mother's eyes.

"We two like to do grown up girl stuff with each other. Don't worry about it, but we would like to keep it private. One day you'll understand. But don't tell anyone about this, OK?'

"Why not Ammi?" He asked innocently.

"Because... well, because your Malti-Masi and I do stuff with each other that is done only secretly and in a closed room. And our society like to make filthy gossips about this, and I don't want that, OK?'

"OK, Ammi, I understand. I won't say anything."

"Thanks, Sona." Ajmira looked at her son in a strange sort of way.


( Ajmira's affection for her son Abdul alias Karim )

Then suddenly his mother kissed him on the lips which she did never. She held her mouth against him for a little while and he could taste her lipstick. It was nice, in a girl sort of way..... although she was his own mother and her breath was hot and musky. Suddenly he felt strange and gave a little squirm. She broke the kiss and looked at him again.

"You're growing up so fast, Sona. You don't really understand now, but soon you will find out." She smiled knowingly as he stood up in front of her and she put her hand on his chest, and slowly moved it down. When she got to his cock ( even though he had his half-pants on ) she gave it a little squeeze over the pants. "Oh yes, I could feel it.... you're growing up mighty fast."

She then stood up and adjusted her towel. He caught a flash of her tits. His mother's tits were as large as Malti-Masi.... yes, they became larger after his sister Taslima's birth, but her skin was much paler and her nipples were pink. She swiftly covered those up.

"I'm going to breastfeed your sister. You can come out and help your Malti-Masi few minutes for cooking, if you like..... till I come back."

"OK, Ammi," Nodding his head, he went downstairs to the kitchen and waited for Malti-Masi's coming.

He could hear his mother talking with Malti-Masi softly in her room. After a little while, his mother and Malti-Masi came out. His mother was wearing a Maxi, but Malti-Masi was wearing a blouse and a Saree..... pulling it above her knee....as if like a skirt.... like most of normal Adibasi women.

"OK, Malti.... I've to breastfeed my baby.... so take help from Abdul if you require," said his mother, and gave the Adibasi maid a quick kiss on her black lips.

"Thanks Didimoni, no need for help.... I'll do myself?' They hugged as Malti-Masi returned the kiss, "You're so is so good, Didimoni. And Choto-Malik is really growing up fast.... isn't he?'

"Oh, yes, that he is, Malti," His mother smiled happily as she walked towards her room.

"You're a good boy...... now sit down here like a good boy and let me finish my work," She said..... taking his hand as she helped him to sit on a nearby stool and then sitting on the floor, she started cutting some vegetables.

Normally when women cut the vegetables, they sit their bottoms down on the floor, and then put their legs under their ass so that you can't see their underwear. But Malti-Masi didn't do this! As she sat down on her ass, she spread her folded knees and as a result her Saree lifted up further which was previously left above her knee.

Abdul couldn't help but looking between her spread legs! She was wearing neither a Saya ( Petticoat ) nor a panties under her Saree, and he could see her unobstructed black cunt in all it's hairy glory.

There it was, a big, wet reddish slit with darkened swollen lips on either side, and a little finger glistening with moisture.... poking out at the top. The great forest of curly black hair spread either side..... covering everything else. She must have given him few seconds intentionally to stare at it.

"Oh, you naughty boys, you're all the same, can't get enough of looking at a woman's hairy old cunt, can you!" She laughed. "I could guess that's not the first time you've looked at it, is it? I spotted you peering around the bathroom's door earlier when your mother was talking a bath! You're a proper little voyeur..... aren't you, Sona?"

Abdul didn't know what to say. However she allowed him to watch few more seconds before she pressed her legs. He then turned to leave the kitchen and said smilingly, "OK, Masi, you're so good.... it's nice to see your hidden treasure.'

"I know it was, Abdul, and if you study more and score good in your exam, I might let you see a lot more." She blew a kiss at him and started cooking.

He felt a tingling sensation between his legs, and put his hand down the front of his pants. His relatively big cock was rock, rock hard at that moment. Suddenly he was looking forward to the event very much indeed..... expecting much more to happen today!

He was just a student of Class-VIII.... very naive but he knew what a boy had between his legs. He knew boys had penises, as he had one, and he had seen his 2 older friends' cocks when they all gathered around the toilet bowl after cricket practice.

Once he had seen his grandfather Aslam's adult penis, but never really took notice. However he could notice that it wasn't largely different except in size.... yes, his Nana ( grandfather ) was much larger in length and width. So, naive, green as grass, innocent, and slightly gullible.

The time he found out about real sex, was the week Malti-Masi came home next day from the market after buying some groceries. To look after his little baby sister, Malti-Masi had to stay with them and she had her own room just besides his widow mother's bedroom. His Mother and grandfather had theirs' own, and he himself liked to stay in the guest room over the hall from his mother's room.

That particular night, he had gone to bed as usual in his pyjamas, and was deeply asleep, when he felt someone shaking him. He rolled over in bed, but couldn't see who it was in the dark.

"Hey wake up, it's me," Whispered a voice from the dark. He recognised that voice. It was Malti-Masi. "Hey wake up," She whispered again slightly louder.

"What's the matter?" He whispered back in a startling voice.

"Do you want to have some fun?" She asked.

"I dunno, what sort of fun?" He asked quietly.

"Fun fun, you'll see," She grinned.

"OK, I guess so," He whispered.

"OK, come with me.".

"Where?" He asked with a surprise, not wanting to leave his warm bed.

"Come on, get out of bed, come with me," She whispered forcefully.

"OK" He replied, throwing back the covers and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

She grabbed his hand and whispered, "Don't make any noise, we don't want to wake your mother and Nana ( grandfather ) up"

"OK, I'll try," He whispered back, feeling his way in the dark.

They left his room and turned right and crept down the hallway to her bedroom. She pulled him inside, then closed the door so quietly, that he didn't even hear the lock click. She took his hand again and guided him over to her bed.

"Get in," She whispered. So he climbed in and slid over as she slid in beside him.

"So what's the fun?" He queried anxiously.

"This," She replied as she rose upon one elbow, leaned down and kissed him gently on his lips.

He opened his eyes wide, but instinctively puckered up as she moved her lips over his. They felt so warm and moist and soft. She broke the kiss and asked, "Did you like that?"

"Yeah, I guess," He answered.

"Good, now for the serious stuff," She whispered in his ear.

She then bent down and kissed him again. He responded, but was shocked when she poked her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. She licked his teeth, and gums, then probed deeper. He opened his mouth a bit to allow their black Santhali Maid's tongue to go deeper. She played with his tongue, and soon they were battling tongues and sliding their lips over each other's mouth.

While they were battling tongues, Malti reached between their bodies, took his hand and placed it on her tits. She placed her hand over his and squeezed. Her tits gave way as she circled his hand around her tits and over the nipple, which were getting hard. He felt the hard nubbin and took it between his two fingers and gently squeezed.

This made the Older Maid start to breathe faster, and push her tongue deeper into the kid's mouth. Few moments later, she broke the kiss, sat up in bed and took her only Saree off. Now being fully naked, she lay down on her back and placed his hand on her tits again. Her deeply tanned skin was warm and so soft and yielding.

She took his hand and slid it down her rounded tummy until his fingertips brushed something springy. She moved his hand down further between her legs, and pushed his fingers up against her hairy cunt. She then moved his hand round in small circles, occasionally pushing his fingers up. He soon got the hang of it and was doing it himself.

She grabbed her own tits and started caressing and pinching the nipples, whilst bringing her lips and tongue back to his mouth. She was breathing deep and faster. He pushed his fingers further up against her swollen labia, and was suddenly surprised when they broke through the bush, and he felt his fingers in a warm wet soft tunnel. He circled around the inside of this wonderfully soft tunnel which seemed to excite the low-class Adibasi maid more.

Suddenly she broke their kiss, and whispered in his ear, "Hey, this isn't fair, I have nothing on but you are still dressed. Why don't you take your pyjama off?"

He shrugged at the logic, so he unbuttoned the top and pulled it off, then lifted his bum off the bed and pulled the bottoms off, kicking them to the bottom of the bed.

"Is that better?" He asked.

"Oh yes," She replied.

He felt her hands on his shoulders, then she slid them down his hairless chest to his nipples. He was a slim but hard bodied child so he had small with nipples. As she played with them, they hardened up like they do when he got cold. Then she slid her hands down his rounded tummy, over his lightly haired pubis, stopping at his nail hard cock.

"OOoooo.... what's this?" She whispered. "It's so hard".

He was speechless, as she grabbed the cock moved her hand down... and up again. Then she played with his ballsack, rolling the small rubbery marbles around with her fingers. Meanwhile he reached over to the space between her legs and inserted his fingers into her hot love tunnel again. As he moved them round, he started to hear faint squishing sounds, and he noticed his fingers were getting wetter.

Malti couldn't help herself as she rolled over on top of him, straddling his legs. She moved her cunt up until his rock hard cock was buried in her bush. She started moving back and forwards on his thighs, pushing her cunt onto his hard cock. She grabbed his hands and placed them one on each tit. He massaged her large soft tits, and played with the dark hard nipples again. And now she started breathing really hard... he could feel that she was getting really hot.

She leaned down and tongue kissed him again, then asked, "Want to try the real fun now?"

"Yes please, Masi," He moaned as she rolled off and lay on her back with her legs spread wide.

"Come here" She said, pulling him over her until he was kneeling between her legs. She reached down and grabbed his hard cock, and directed it to that spot between her legs where his hands had previously been.

"Push now...... Yes....Hard," Malti whispered as the ** yrs old Muslim kid pushed forward and felt his cock slide through their 38 yrs old Adibasi Maid's bush and into her hot tunnel.

"Harder....." She hissed.

So he pushed hard against her, pushing his eight inches long cock into her cunt as far as it would go. She pushed his hips to get him to back up a bit, then grabbed his cute bum and pulled him in hard. She did this a couple of times, until he caught on and started to pump his hard cock in and out of her hot love tunnel.


( Abdul was loosing his virginity to their widow Santhali maid )

He soon got a rhythm going and he could hear her breathing getting faster, and the soft slap of his thighs on hers as he drove his adolescent ( Actually manly ) cock into her. He continued on like this for about five minutes, when suddenly the widow Maid started to gasp.

She grabbed his small bum cheeks and really pulled him hard into her with a final growl and held him there. He could feel her 38 yrs old hot tunnel clamping down on his 13 year old eight inches cock, which was buried as deep inside her as he could get.

Few moments later, with a big sigh, she relaxed, let go of his bum cheeks and went limp. He lay on top of the heavily plump widow panting and wondering what had just happened. Then after a while, she pushed him off her.

"You better get dressed and go back to your own bed now. But whatever you do, don't tell anybody about this" She shushed.

"Why?" He queried, mystified.

"Because we both could get into big trouble," She cautioned.

"OK, I won't tell anyone, I promise," He assured.

"Good, now go," She said with a big smile.

He found his pyjama, got back into them, then crept quietly back to his own bed. He felt restless as he tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't work out why. Of course it was sexual frustration. Actually the Adibasi maid had managed to cum and satisfy her urges, but hadn't returned the favour to the kid.

Still, he had lots to think about, and he thought about where his fingers and cock
had been. He brought his fingers up to his nose and gently sniffed..... interesting. He licked his fingers, and tasted his first hint of cunt.

He felt his cock start to rise again, and in no time it was hard again. He rolled onto his stomach, and remembering the movements she taught him, started to hump the bed. The feelings that he had started to feel when he
was inside the Maid started to get more intense.

Suddenly he saw stars and grunted as he slammed his pelvis into the soft mattress, and his boy cock ( ! ) squirted his cum inside his pyjama. When it was over, he relaxed and was soon asleep.

The next day, he woke up after a disturbed night, feeling not so good. His mother woke him up, twice. The second time she felt his forehead and pronounced that he seemed to be a bit hot, so he should stay home from school for the day. With that, he rolled over and fell asleep again.

By mid morning he woke up feeling a bit better. His mother felt his forehead again, and commented that he felt cooler and OK. After a late breakfast, he was feeling much better, and went back to his bedroom to read the the spl Hindi notes given by Gurpreet Ma'am.

Completing the studies, he bathed and taking the lunch he prepared himself for school. His mother came in shortly after and announced that she would have to go to town for some errands and to visit a sick friend. He went out for school with his mother who dropped him at the school.

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Gurpreet wrote on the blackboard with the chalk, then turned to face her pin-dropped silent class, all the adolescent students of Class-VIII were attentively hearing her speech. However most of the students' lustful eyes were scanning her extremely curvaceous figure..... accentuated nicely by the Salwar-Kameez she was wearing that day.

Her style of dress had aroused a great deal of whispering among her co-teachers and the students at the school. A tall Punjabi childless woman of 36 years, she favored light colored thin synthetic Sarees most that showed almost all the curves of her voluptuous milk-white body. Her tight, low-cut sleeveless blouse that clunged the aggressive thrust of her large tits made her more provocative and sexy.

Not only her co-teachers and students, she even had noticed her Santhali driver always checking her and after that evening's incident when she was pegging with her husband in the backseat and he was driving the car, his peeking was increased more. Actually it was pre-planned..... she loved to tease the younger boys more..... not really thinking his position or status.

Now she could guess that he wanted to fuck her, too. She had thought to herself.... finding the idea of fucking a low-class Adibasi was so exciting. When she had recruited him just a week ago..... discussing with her husband, she then decided this was the real Hunk she had been searching. She had made a number of inappropriate comments about how strong he was. Even she had suggested several times that he shouldn't be feel shy to say anything he wished.

"Quiet down! Abdul, will you come up and work the problem on the board?" Gurpreet politely asked her favourite student.... coming out from that evening's incident.

It was her second year as a Headmistress in this school. Her first had been spent at another school in another district. She had tried to fight down the memory of her previous job..... of the incident that had precipitated her abrupt departure. She didn't want to think about that. But Karim alias Abdul kept reminding her..... he was so much like....

"I don't know the answer" said Karim, sheepishly, as he stood by the blackboard.

"Abdul, you know exam is nearing. You should this problem by now", said Gurpreet. "I think perhaps you haven't been concentrating yourself in studies."

"I just...... don't understand all this stuff", He said softly..... lowering his head shyly. The whole class giggled as he stood there blushing.

"See me for a minute after class, Abdul, OK?" The class laughed as one, but became silenced immediately as she looked at the giggling students sternly. "That's enough. Now, who wants to come up and solve the problem?"

Pobitro raised his hand.... moved to the board and went back solving the problem. Anyway, after the class ended, Karim came shyly up to the Headmistress's selected room. "Abdul, I think... perhaps I should spend a little extra time with you after school. You know I've already informed your mother about your special coaching.... so, come to my house today after school.... OK?"

"I....I guess so", replied the shy kid, his eyes lingering on his lovely teacher's jutting tits. God! She was so beautiful and sexy.... he thought..... he had jerked himself several nights in his bed thinking about her naked body. He'd do anything to gain her approval, to make her proud of him.

"Fine.... Come by at 5:00 pm this afternoon, okay?" She tussled his hair affectionately.

"Okay, Ma'am," He answered smilingly.

At 5:01 that afternoon, Karim knocked on Gurpreet's apartment door.... he had come here several times with his mother. Getting no response, he rang the doorbell and listened. From within the apartment, he heard the Headmistress yell at him to come inside. He opened the door and walked inside, hearing the sound of a shower running.

"Make yourself at home, Abdul, I'll be right with you," said Gurpreet, over the sound of the running water.

Karim looked around the tastefully decorated room with his accustomed eyes and then sat down on the sofa. Her taste ran to different arts..... from South Indian to North Indian, and there were artifacts on shelves and Bengali prints on the walls.

He heard the water being shut off, and after a few moments, his fantasy queen Headmistress emerged from the bathroom wrapping a short towel above her large bosom. His eyes widened as he scanned her semi-exposed body.... he felt an instant twitch inside his pants.

"My..... my, you're right on time, Abdul," Gurpreet said, as she sat down next to him.

The towel was tied losely over her chest, barely concealing her firm tits in it's confinement. He found himself imagining what glories lay between her legs, barely concealed by the short towel. She smelled absolutely heavenly.

"I....didn't want you to be mad at me, Ma'am" said Abdul.

'So sweet!' said Gurpreet to herself as she smiled at him. "Abdul, I've told you several times, I'm your Ma'am in school only. Other times I'm your mother's friend and call me 'Aunty'.... and I'm not mad at you. I've never been mad at you. I only want to help you. Don't you know that?"

"I.....I guess so."

"Abdul...... Do you know how much I love you," She asked, softly.

Abdul didn't know what to say. The truth was that he absolutely adored his Headmistress Aunty, had dreamed of her every single night of his life since he started to feel a continuous throbbing in his adolescent penis. His youthful penis sprang to attention every time he even thought of her.

The other boys he knew were always talking about how much they wanted to fuck her. He then had only the vaguest idea what they were talking about. However he started to gain some theoretical knowledge about that after his intimacy with Pobitro. And after previous night's incident with Malti-Masi, his knowledge about sex was ripened to some extent.

"I....yes....I love you too, Aunty. You're so pretty!" He stammered.

"Thank you, Abdul," She smiled. "I think you're a very handsome young kid, too. Tell me...do you have a girlfriend?"

"N...no..." He said, hesitantly. "I don't know very much about..... about girls."

Gurpreet smiled at the innocent child's reply. So sweet! "Abdul....listen to me," She purred. "I want you to know that you can always be honest with me, about anything, and I'll never be mad at you. Would you like to learn.... about girls, I mean."

"What do you mean?" He asked, still intimidated by the presence of his sexy Headmistress-Aunty.

"I mean..... this, Abdul." Slowly, she reached out her hand to his, loosening the knot of her towel with the other. Then holding his slim hand, she guided it beneath the folds of the towel, and pressed it against one of her tits.

Abdul thought he was going to die on the spot. His hand was cupped around the most beautiful tit of the most sexy woman he had ever known. Slowly, he caressed her full, firm tir, feeling her nipple stiffen against his palm. Oh Allah! How nice the feeling.... it was far better and exciting than Malti-Masi's. His penis was hard as a rock in his pants, and he felt hot and dizzy, just like a stupid little kid.

"Abdul," She whispered. "Do you like that?"

"I....yes....it feels nice, Aunty."

"Not Aunty or Ma'am..... Call me Gurpreet," She murmured. "In this situation I think we're on a first name basis. Oh yes.... have you ever felt a girl's boob before?"

"I..... mean no..... ," At first he thought to hide his experience with Malti-Masi but in the next moment, he thought, that would have been backfired if at any moment, he spilled out anything of the incident. "Ye.... s... s...,"

"Yes..... Who is the girl?"

"Malti-Masi"

"Malti-Masi..... I mean the Adibasi maid of your house!" Gurpreet was surprised but immediately she became curious. "Tell me everything.... don't spare a single moment."

"I.... I ..... It was actually an accident..." Abdul started to stammer. However gaining some courage, he disclosed everything.

"OMG! She is a horny Vixen," Gurpreet exclaimed. Few seconds later, with a grin, she queried, "So, am I better than her?"

"Oh Aun.... Sorry Gurpreet, you're far better than her..... Actually you're my Fantasy-Queen."

"Fantasy-Queen! What do you mean?" Gurpreet asked surprisingly in which Abdul disclosed his masterbation fantasy.

"Oh God! Abdul, you're so naughty and good." Gurpreet smiled. "Now say.... How do you feel knowing your dream to be a real one. Does it make your penis hard?"

Abdul blushed with embarrassment. "Yes....I can't help it, Maam........ sorry, Gurpreet."

Gurpreet smiled. "You don't have to apologize, sweet boy. I love it that I make your penis....no, your cock. Men have cocks. I love it that your cock gets hard just from touching me."

"It gets hard all the time. Sometimes I don't even know why," Said the kid, shyly. "It gets hard every time I look at you."

Gurpreet became pleased.... hearing his disclosure as he reached between his legs and closed her fingers around the bulge in his pants, squeezing it gently. "Abdul....I know it does. I've seen it." Slowly, she stroked it with her fingers. "May I see it?"

"I.....I guess so," said Abdul timidly as Gurpreet smiled looking at his boyish face.

"Let's take your shirt off first, okay?" She whispered, reaching out and undoing the buttons one by one.

When she was done, she helped him take it off....then leaned forward and closed her lips around one of his small nipples, sucking on it for a moment. He shivered with pleasure as she suckled him. And then she relased him, sliding down onto the floor, on her knees.

"I want to see your tool," She murmured.

She untied his shoes, and took them off, then slid his socks off.... just like his affectionate mother. Her hands moved to the buckle of his belt, and slowly undid it. Then she unfastened the button of his pants, and slid his zipper down. He waited, in an agony of anticipation.

Finally, she reached up and tugged on his pants and shorts, and he raised his hips to help her. She slid his pants down, carefully extricating them from his stiff penis, and tugged them off of his feet and tossed them to one side. Her hands slid up his thighs, pressing them apart. His cock stood up eagerly, at least eight inches long, slim, and.....beautiful. She gazed at it shockingly.

"Abdul....you have a big cock..... I can't believe..... a child like you, could have such a massive cock," She whispered, smiling up at him. "Girls will be fighting over it one of these days. Have you ever played with it?"

Abdul's words caught in his throat. He had never heard a girl or woman talk like this, and he had no idea what to do or say. Gurpreet looked into his face and recognized his confusion.

"It's all right, Abdul.... I'll tell you I'd teach you, and I will." Saying that, she reached up and slid her hands up his thighs, nearly touching the young boy's aching cock.

"There's just one thing, Abdul," She said, quietly. "You can never tell anyone what we're doing together. Ever. It has to be our secret. Do you promise?"

Abdul instantly remembered Malti-Masi's caution.... yes, like Gurpreet Ma'am, she also had made him promise of not telling anyone about their sex. And now with Gurpreet Ma'am's order, he would have to agree with her as he crawled on his knees to the large portrait of the great Living-God "Guru Granth Sahib", and back, for just one little touch of her fingers on his cock.

"Yes....yes, I won't tell anyone... Gurpreet. Not ever."

"Good", She murmured, and her fingertips began to lightly caress his penis, gliding up and down the erect shaft. "Abdul....I'm going to suck on this lovely joy-stick. Don't be afraid... it'll make you feel nice."

"I'm...... not afraid, Ma'am....... no no..... Gurpreet" Abdul said, almost fainting with his need for her.

Slowly, Gurpreet bent forward, extending her tongue, and slid it underneath his youthful, almost hairless large balls. Her tongue-tip slid upward between them, and traced slowly up the underside of his penis as she held it away from his body with her fingers.

Reaching the flared, circumcised head, she slowly encircled it, making it glisten with wetness. God, his cock was so beautiful, she thought, gazing at it.... just like.... Birbahadur's. Unable to stop now, she kissed the tip, and then slowly let her lips part, and slide down around the crown of his penis, sucking it into her mouth.

"Oh..... Ohh...... Aaaaghhh...." He moaned softly, as the highly educated Headmistress's hot mouth engulfed his cockhead.

He had never felt anything remotely resembling the feeling of Gurpreet Ma'am's warm, wet mouth on his young cock. It was like heaven. His mind reeled with the unfamiliar sensations, as her mouth slowly descended the shaft of his cock and took him all the way into her mouth..... her lips pressing against the base at last.

Her tongue slipped forward and teased his balls at the same time. Suddenly, in his excitement, he felt himself lose control, and his balls went numb, his sperm erupting from them with youthful exuberance.

"Unnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!" A gurgling moan escaped from the kid's mouth.

Gurpreet also moaned softly as he flooded her mouth with his delicious boyish sperm, pumping an amazing amount of sweet-tasting cum into her eager mouth. Again and again his penis flourished, flooding her mouth as she moved slowly up and down his cock's rigid length, gulping down his Muslim semen.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...." She purred as he erupted in her welcoming mouth.

At last he was spent. Gurpreet then pursed her lips tightly around his penis and slowly moved up to the head, and then released him. Her tongue lovingly licked the lingering sperm from his boyish ( actually manly ) cock.

"Oh, jeez...... Aunty.... that was.... that was unbelievable", exclaimed Abdul, worshipfully. "I've never felt anything so wonderful. i wish it had taken longer...."

Gurpreet smiled up at him, her lips pearly with his sperm. "Oh, darling boy," she whispered, smiling up at him. "You came, that's all. You had an orgasm. What came out of your penis, into my mouth, it's called semen, or sperm, or cum. It's what you'll make babies with, when you're older. And sweetheart..... it tastes heavenly. I loved it when it spurted into my mouth."

Her tongue slowly lashed the crown of his penis as she spoke. "You mustn't feel bad about how quickly you came. I loved it that you got so excited. And there's always more, Abdul, more cum where that came from. You'll see."

He gazed down at the ultimate vision of loveliness. "Ohhh, Aunty.... I don't know how to express my gratitude to you," He whispered.

"Mmmm...." The older Headmistress purred, smiling up at her cute student, her tongue still caressing the head of his penis. "But I do."

Gurpreet slowly stood up, and pulled the **-year-old kid to his feet. She had just gulped down a torrent of his fresh, boyish cum, apparently the first ejaculation of his life. She could still taste it on her lips, on her tongue. Now it was time to initiate him into the heavenly joys of fucking.

His slim and long cock was so much like Birbahadur and her husband, it would fit so wonderfully inside her tight mature cunt. She had to feel that now, feel the youthful, inexperienced thrusts of his penis into her welcoming sheath.

Turning, she reached down and slid her fingers around his penis, whispering softly. "Come with me."

With that, she tugged him toward her bedroom like a pull-toy. He followed obediently, wondering what further pleasures awaited for him. His mind swirled with visions of his Headmistress-Aunty's lips ovaled around his penis... sucking him as he erupted in her eager mouth.

He imagined telling his friends about what he had done. He imagined what he would say to Malti-Masi, now that he was no longer just a stupid kid, but someone who had has his cock sucked by a beautiful, sexually-experienced woman.

He looked around her bedroom as he followed her inside. Her furnishings were tasteful, feminine, and yet exotic, filled with vivid colors and floral images, like a tropical island. Releasing his resurgent cock, she gently pushed him down onto the bed, and stood before him.

"Abdul...." She said, shrugging off the small Towel, dropping it at her feet with a soft rustle. Her bob-cut silky hair fell in a dark waterfall down her shoulders. Her fingers toyed with her small erect nipples.

"Do you like my body?"

"I....I've never seen anything so beautiful in real, Aunty.... Sorry.... Preet," He replied, gazing at her with worshipful eyes.

She smiled, brought her hands to his shoulders, and gently pushed him back on the bed, then crawled over him.... her knee insinuating itself between his legs. Her stiff nipples slid up his body, caressing his chest as she moved upward. Her knee pressed against his awakened penis as her lips smashed to his.... kissing him softly.

Hesitantly, he raised his hands and slid them around her smooth back, bringing her closer as their kiss deepened, her lips moist and parted. He felt her tongue touch his lips, and he opened them to admit her eagerly-seeking tongue-tip. Earlier he had kissed Malti-Masi only..... but this was so different. His tongue met hers and entwined with it, causing his youthful cock to once again lurch to full, throbbing attention.

Gurpreet broke their kiss, trailing a strand of saliva between them, and smiled playfully. "Abdul, your cock is stiff again."

"Yes.... you've done that...", Abdul blushed. "Sometimes it's that way for hours."

"Baby, I love it that way," She said softly, as she slid off to one side of him and traced along his tummy with her fingertips, letting them glide down toward his re-awakened penis. "You're going to make lots of girls happy with your beautiful big cock." She slipped her fingers around it and stroked it lightly. "Abdul....would you like to touch me between my legs?"

"I.....yes. I don't know what to do," whispered the kid.

"Here....give me your hand," said Gurpreet. Taking his hand in hers, she guided it to her bare cleft, wet with her pent-up excitement. "Touch me right there. Gently. Do you feel how wet I am there?"

His fingers slid into the wet folds of her sex. "Yes...." he said, slowly caressing her labia, parting them.

"Your hard cock has made me horny, darling boy", She whispered. "Like your Malti-Masi, some girls like to have hair on them, but I keep mine shaved so that it feels nice and smooth. Mmmmm, your fingers feel so good there."

Abdul explored his Headmistress-Aunty's cunt as if he had just discovered the New World. His fingertips lightly caressed her, causing her to moan softly with pleasure. "Do you feel the little button, at the top?" She guided his fingers to the spot. "Right there."

"Yes...", He said, feeling the tiny raised protuberance.

"That's my clitoris, Abdul, my clit, for short. It's a very sensitive place...the place that makes me feel like you did, when you came, remember?"

"I remember," said Abdul, again vividly reliving the frantic spurts of his orgasm. "It's like a cock? It's so small!" said David.

"Yes, it's like a little cock, in a way. Abdul, would you lick it for me? That will make me feel so nice."

"I....I'll try, Ma'am.... no no Gurpreet," Abdul whispered, hoping he wouldn't do anything to mess this up. "I've never done anything like that."

"I know, sweet boy," murmured Gurpreet. "I'll help you...I'll always help you. I'm your second mother..... a teacher." She smiled slyly.

However her conscience fought with her immediately. This is wrong, it's dangerous, he's a mere child..... her friend's son whom she treated as her son too. She shouldn't cheat on her friend's faith, it shouted at her. But her lust overcame the warnings, as it had with Birbahadur, as it always had. She was a slave to it, and she knew now that she would always surrender to the urgent demands of her body.

While the great Headmistress was wrestling with her thoughts.... her morals.... her philosophy, Abdul slid down her slim torso. She raised and parted her legs as he moved between them, his eyes transfixed by her delicious smooth cunt, seeing it up close for the very first time.

"Now, stick your tongue out and just lick along the outside...lightly. Okay? Just barely touching me."

"All right, Gurpreet."

"And will you please call me only Preet.... like my husband, sweetheart? Actually from now on I want to see you as my second husband", She said, with a generous smile. "Anybody who is about to lick my cunt should call me by my first name, don't you think?"

Abdul grinned at her sheepishly.... he couldn't believe his ears. His mother's friend.... his Headmistress.... his aunty..... now started to treat him as her second husband instead of son. "Y...ye.... yes... Preet...." He mumbled..... extending his tongue, experimentally, and slowly licked upward along the dewy petals of her labia.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." moaned Gurpreet, her body aroused beyond imagining by her gentle seduction of this beautiful Muslim child.

How could anything this exquisite be wrong, she thought to herself as his tongue lovingly explored her sex. He was such a good student, so eager to learn, just as Birbahadur had been when she had initiated him into the joys of sex two years ago.

"Yessss, baby, lick me there.... lightly..... lightly." Gurpreet continued her direction while moaning.

Abdul learned quickly what made his extremely sexy Headmistress-Aunty respond. His tongue traced lightly along her parted labia, wanting to feel every square millimeter of her with his tongue, to taste her.

"Put your tongue inside me, sweetheart..... down at the bottom," Gurpreet gasped. "That's my cunt-hole. Slide your tongue in there."

Abdul gladly complied, stiffening his tongue and seeking the entrance to her aristocratic cunt, already dripping-wet with her arousal. Finding it, he slid it inside further, tasting the honeyed depths of a woman for the first time. And the Punjabi Headmistress groaned with pleasure as his tongue skewered into her, moving in and out slowly, wetly.


( Abdul was getting his cunnilingus knowledge from his Headmistress-Aunty )

"Oh God, baby, that's it. That's wonderful.... so goooood...."

Abdul slid his hands beneath her and held the spongy, round cheeks of her large ass, remembering how he had gazed at it whenever she came to his house or wrote on the blackboard in class. He drove his tongue deep inside her and she writhed against it, her own hands moving to her tits and squeezing them tightly as she bit her lower lip.

"Now...lick my clit, sweetheart," She whispered. "The little button I showed you. Just do it real lightly, okay? Like a feather."

Abdul followed her instruction.... slipping his tongue out of her love tunnel and traced upward, seeking and finding the tiny little nubbin. He encircled and caressed it ever so lightly with his tongue, then lightly fluttering his tongue against it like the wing of a butterfly. Her hips convulsed upward, frightening the innocent boy.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked innocently, looking up in alarm.

"Nooooooo, sweet one, you didn't hurt me. It just felt so good I couldn't keep from doing that. Keep licking me, baby... kiss and lick my clit.... just like you were doing."

Abdul resumed to his task, as his Headmistress-Aunty guided him.... patiently teaching him to make love to her. Her body responded with a growing frenzy, her arousal spiraling higher as he caressed her with his lips and tongue. Her hand slipped down and she slid her fingers into his silky hair as he lapped at her clit, driving her close to her climax.

"Lick it harder now, darling....I'm going to cum, just like you did."

Abdul licked and sucked on her clit, his tongue lashing it as he felt her body become tense and rigid, like a bowstring pulled taut. And then, she cried out, her hips jackknifing upward, and held his mouth against her sex. Her body erupted in a frantic, molten eruption of sexual bliss.... hunching against his mouth and shuddering violently with the force of her climax.

"Unnnnhhhhh.... Ohh, baby boy, I'm CUMMM.... MIIIIIIINNNNN..... GGGGGGGGG!!!!" She continued to groan like a hysterical patient.

Abdul however kept his mouth pressed tightly against her as she shuddered against him..... her body seized in the exquisitely tight grip of her climax. Finally, he raised his head as she trembled from the volcanic force of her orgasm.

Looking down at him, she reached down and held his head with both of her hands. She gently pulled him toward her, so that she could kiss his thin childish lips, wet with her own nectar. Their tongues again caressed each other, sharing her taste. Finally, she drew back and gazed into his eyes.

"Abdul..... Now I need your penis.... no no, your cock inside me now. I want you to make love to me.....to....fuck me." Reaching down quickly between them, she slid her fingers around his stiff shaft, and guided it to the entrance to her dripping wet cunt. "Put it in me, darling."

Assisted by her hand, he slowly sank his penis into her wetly-clasping cunt, moaning as he felt the walls of her cuntal tunnel enclose his throbbing cock. Although he had a faint knowledge of fucking, he actually had never felt anything so magnificent in his life. The feeling of his cock buried in his mother like Headmistress's tight, wet cunt exceeded anything he had ever experienced or imagined.

"Yesssssss...." moaned the renowned Headmistress, loving his young cock.... so smooth and eager, deep inside her. She slid her arms around him and raised her legs, bent at the knee, to let him penetrate her more deeply.

"Yes..... now fuck me.... like you fucked your Malti-Masi.... move it in and out, nice and slow."

This was, for her, heaven. Not a man's cock, big and thick, driving into her with no regard to her needs, just using her for his lustful pleasure. This was a boy, who made love to her, worshipped her with his lovely cock, learned from her, until he poured his young love -juices into her.


( Abdul's lovemaking with his Fantasy-Queen Headmistress-Wife )

"Oh Allah.... it feels so good! Like it's grabbing my cock!" Abdul moaned.

He began to thrust slowly in and out of her, reveling in the exquisite sensations, her muscles clasping and milking his cock. It tried to suck the sperm from his young balls, to milk them dry. How he loved her!

He would have gladly killed for her at this moment..... would have become her willing slave. Eagerly he plunged his circumcised Muslim cock into her tight, Punjabi cunt..... her hips rising to meet his rhythm.... working with him..... her face a vision of loveliness beneath him.

Gurpreet felt a new climax building inside her, at the very core of her being. She wanted to cum when he did, to hold him tightly as both of their bodies experienced the ultimate in sexual bliss together.

"Baby, go faster now," She gasped, urgently. "Fuck me harder and faster."

She raised her head and captured one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking on it hard. He needed no encouragement. He thrust into her eagerly, knowing he would feel again what he had felt on the living room couch. And yet, this was different, being inside his fantasy queen's tightly-clasping cunt. It was glorious.

"Baby...", She urged, releasing his nipple from her lips. "I want you to cum in me. Spurt your hot, thick cum in me like you did in my mouth..."

"Oh, God, Ma'am, I feel it, I feel it, I'm gonna cum!" He moaned. He could feel his balls tensing and drawing up against the base of his cock. It drove him past the point of no return by her luscious body and her lustful obscene words.

"Oh yessss, baby, give it to me now!!! Pump your hot cum into me!! FUCK ME!!!!!"

Abdul's body stiffened, and he instinctively thrust his eight inches hard cock deep in her yearning cunt. He buried it in her to the hilt as he felt his balls spasm, and his hot, syrupy cum pulsed heavily into her. It erupted again and again and again.... flooding her with his copious teenage cum as her cunt clenched around it.... her body wrenched upward by her own cataclysmic orgasm.

"AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH", He cried, as his ** yrs old cock pumped her full to overflow his excessive semen.

Her cunt-muscles gripped his invading cock tightly..... milking him of his live-giving sperm. Finally, he collapsed on her big plump body, her arms and long fleshy legs wrapping around his slim body and hold him tightly as they both trembled with the ecstasy of their lovemaking.

"Mmmmmmm....I love your wonderful cock, Abdul," She murmured softly in his ear, her cunt-muscles still contracting around him and squeezing a final ooze of his sperm from his exhausted balls. "You're a man, now."

Abdul flexed his cock inside her in answer, feeling suddenly like a man, just as she had said, not some dumb kid. Hadn't he just made love to his favourite teacher, an adult? Probably, none of his friends had ever done that. He felt a surge of pride, along with his undying love for the mature sophisticated woman who had taught him so much.

"And I love you too...... Preet" He whispered, loving the smoothness of her skin against his.

At long last, he raised himself, and slowly slid himself from inside her, his penis wet with his sperm and her essence. She sat up, her legs still wrapped around his hips, and kissed him.

"Mmmmmm, you're such a wonderful lover and husband.... just like my first husband," She said, smiling at him and kissing him. "You'd better get dressed and go now. It's late and your mother will begin to worry." She disentangled herself from him, stood up and retrieved the towel. Abdul gathered his clothes and began to dress.

"Can I see you again.... I mean..... not in the school... or our house.... I mean like this?" He asked, once again the shy young boy.

"Of course, my darling..... you know, from now you've all the rights to treat me as your wife." whispered Gurpreet, kissing him softly again. "There are so many things I still want to teach you. So very many nice things, But remember, not a word to anyone. You have to promise me. That would ruin everything."

"No, not a word. I promise." He smiled.... pausing for a moment, thinking. "You know I've already an intimacy with Malti-Masi. If I couldn't..... ummmm..... maybe.... tell Malti-Masi about me..... I mean ourselves.... could you?"

Gurpreet laughed. Although Malti was a black Santhali woman with long black hair, she was one of the prettiest woman, with large firm tits that belied her age. All men... even the young boys tried to take advantage of her being a widow, but it seemed she kept herself away from those vile things. However her seduction for Abdul wouldn't match with her characteristics.... it naturally made her curious.

"She'll find out about you soon enough! But for now, you're mine." Gurpreet smiled.

"It's okay," said Abdul. "You're way prettier than she is anyway."

Gurpreet blushed. "And you're too good for her. Now run along, and I'll see you next time at your house when your mother would be busy in her hospital duty." She led him to the door and kissed him softly. "Goodnight, my sweet little husband."

"Goodnight..... My darling Preet," He said softly. And he was gone.

Cont.....

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( Part : 9 ) The two mismatched lovers of havoc age difference ( ** yrs & 36 yrs ) and status ( student & headmistress ) with different caste kissed while Jaspal watched secretly from behind the Almirah as his wife Gurpreet took Abdul's hand and placed it on her wet cunt.

"Feel how wet I'm Abdul. You make me so wet."

She felt his finger enter her and she almost passed out. The Headmistress and her college student explored each other's naked bodies, kissing and moaning. At one point she lay down on her bed.... spreading her thighs.... and pulling his small body above her large plump body as she felt his young cock sliding in her cunt... rock hard and getting lubricated in her cunt-juices.

"I've got to have you baby. I have to have you inside me! Fuck me Abdul."

Gurpreet felt her young student's circumcised cock press against her cunt for second time after seven days...... as it easily slid in her excessive wet cunt. This was the moment that her husband eagerly waited since she had disclosed her latest affair with Abdul as she looked over at her husband who was standing quietly behind the Almirah of their bedroom.


( Abdul & Gurpreet's Lovemaking )

"Come here Dear..... no need to hide yourself anymore," She beckoned her husband and Abdul became highly shocked to see him as he stopped his thrusting and looked at Jas Uncle in panicked eyes.

Jaspal smiled at the boy and came closer to the bed. He patted on his back..... and encouraged him to continue his job. And getting assurance from the sober gentleman, the college boy looked at him with puzzled eyes but resumed his pumping as his black cock started going in and out of his Headmistress-Aunty's aristocratic cunt once again. She reached her arm out and opened her hand for her husband to hold while Abdul continued to fuck her.

"Oh dear God, He's making me cum! Ohhhhhh.....yes, he is making me cum!!!"

Jaspal felt his wife squeeze his hand as her body convulsed in perverted pleasure. Slowly she let go of her husband's hand as he sat on a chair near the bed and continued to watch the hard fuck his wife was getting from her college boystudent.

He couldn't help but quickly pull his rockhard cock out from his plant's fly and started to stroke it as he watched. He could clearly hear the 'Poch-Poch' wet sound of the college boy student and his wife's fucking which filled their large spacious air-conditioned bedroom.

His wife wrapped her long fleshy legs around the college boy thin waist and she cried out as she had one orgasm after another. Then she finally felt her student's cock throb.... pumping all his virile seed deep inside her. She kissed him deeply until his cock went soft inside her. She didn't want him to ever pull out. He belonged inside her..... he was her second husband.

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Gurpreet lay in the bed and watched her student-lover walk out of the bedroom to take a shower. She couldn't believe that she seduced her student and fuck her.... especially with her husband's presence but the intense pleasure that the college boy had just given her easily overcame any guilt she had from their taboo coupling.

She had almost forgotten that her husband was in the room watching until she glanced over at the nearby chair of the bed and saw him. Her husband was covered in his own cum from jerking off while watching the young student and her fucking. He looked almost pathetic sitting there speechless as she felt somewhat guilty that her husband had to witness the incredible pleasure that Abdul had just given her.

"Dear, are you OK?" Gurpreet smiled shyly laying back on the bed as her husband just nodded.

"Why don't you come over here and lay with me?" She motioned as he walked over to the bed and lay next to her.

"Did you like it Preet? Was it good?" Jaspal asked kissing his beloved wife lovingly.

"Abdul was incredible..... didn't you notice? You know I wanted him for so long..... since he was admitted in my school. He made me cum so many times I stopped counting." She said and could see that her husband was getting excited again.

"Roll on your back honey" Gurpreet whispered and he obeyed instantly. She then straddled her husband's face and lowered her freshly fucked cunt to his mouth. He could see Abdul's cum slowly flowing out of her still gaping cunt.

"Eat it dear! Eat my student's cum!" Gurpreet urged her husband as he hesitated for a second. "Do it dear!!! Eat my college boy lover's cum!"

Jaspal then obeyed as he inserted his tongue into his wife's gaping cunt-hole. It started as a slow trickle but soon large globs of the college boy student's cum were flowing into his mouth. He loved the taste of the seed that the college boy had deposited deep into his wife's cunt.

Gurpreet couldn't believe what a whore she was. Her student had just fucked her while her husband watched and now she was making him eat that student's cum too.

"Does it taste good honey? Yeah...keep licking and get it all." She urged feeling the wetness of her student's cum and her husband's saliva running down her thighs.

She moaned loudly as she had another orgasm on her husband's face. She looked down at her husband. His face was glistened in the dimly lit room from the juices of her cunt and her student's semen. After cleaning her cunt thoroughly, she walked to the bathroom, returned with a wash cloth and gently wiped her husband's face clean.

"Honey, would you mind if I spent tonight with Abdul? I'm ovulating and I want to make sure he deposited all his virile cum in me. You've already known my early morning's dreams.... and with the almighty God's blessing, somehow I expect a miracle is going to happen."

"Yes darling.... I'm feeling the same. I think the almighty God has sent this college boy to fulfill our long waited dream." Jaspal could see a small but strong ray of hope about his wife's Impregnation. "And if you don't mind I wish to sleep with him tonight in our marital bed"

"It's OK dear.... I would love that," Jaspal answered smilingly and Gurpreet was elated.... knowing her beloved husband's approval. "And it would be better if you sleep in the guestroom tonight. I just want to take as much as his semen in my fertile womb."

Jaspal agreed with his wife's proposal as he went to the guest room which was right across from their master bedroom. However his mind was constantly swirling from what had just happened. Even he had given permission to his wife gladly to fuck the college boy so that she could get pregnant.... a small ray of hope.... yet he was hopeful.

As he lay there thinking about his wife's impregnation, he could hear the heavy moans of his wife and Abdul coming from their master bedroom. The college boy was fucking her really hard.... his own cock became rockhard instantly.

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Jaspal woke up the next morning alone it bed of the guest-room. Sunlight was peeking into the bedroom window.... so he knew that he had overslept. Maybe his wife was also sleeping.... she must have been exhausted from the hard fuckings that the boy had given her the whole night. Anyway, not disturbing them, he quietly refreshed himself and taking some breakfast, he went for his work.

However within minutes, Gurpreet too woke up from her sleep but didn't find her college boy lover..... fortunately he was gone, hopefully to his own house. Her husband had also gone to work. He must have slept into the guest room and gotten his clothes and was careful not to wake her.

Refreshing herself and taking some breakfast, she started to think about her recent escapade thoroughly and finally decided to discuss it with someone who would realise the matter's seriousness and that's when Ajmira's face came to her mind. Yes, she was so reliable and compassionate.

Yes, to achieve her long-dreaming motherhood, she had to break her friend's long trusted faith. She felt herself guilty for that as she cried..... and finally decided to open herself to her friend. Maybe she would realise the matter's positive side and give some advices. At least she had someone to share her true feelings who would understand her..... not laughing or ridiculing her step.

She composed herself enough to call her. But she was her college boy lover's own mother and how she would take such an abusive matter..... she became confused and fearful. No... no.... she would have to confess.... she had broken her friend's faith by seducing him to fuck her.... just to fulfill the sweet dream she had been enjoying in the early morning for the last few days.

Actually, there is a strong belief in their caste and culture that early morning's dream would never be wasted. Even she had discussed the matter with her husband who immediately supported her feeling. However he advised her to discuss the whole matter with Ajmira.... because her son was directly involved with it.

"I think Ajmira will realise our problem.... don't worry darling, you just follow your dreams to become a mother." Jaspal assured his wife with a shooting voice.

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Ajmira could tell by the sound of Gurpreet's voice that something was seriously wrong. She agreed to meet her at a local bar where they could talk over a glass of wine. It was just before noon.... so that the bar was fairly empty and the two friends got a private booth in the back where no one would overhear them.

"So what's the matter Preet? You sounded terrible on the phone!"

Gurpreet hesitated but the words finally came to her. "I can't believe what has just happened. I can't believe what I've done! Yes, I've broken your faith."

"Don't worry dear.... I firmly know you can't do a wrong. Please tell me.... you know each and every problem has a solution,"

"Please Ajmira, don't misjudge me. I'm so embarrassed to tell you. You know that lately I have been obsessed with your son and I started to see him as a stud lover. Few days ago I seduced him to fuck me and last night we once again fucked like a newly wed lovers. It just happened. To make things worse, my husband watched.... even I made him clean me up at the end." Gurpreet said at a stretch..... even not missing to mention her early morning's dream which she had been enjoying for the last few days.

Ajmira became stunned hearing her dearest friend's confession. Although her friend often mentioned her son's cuteness, his virility.... she couldn't believe her friend really would seduce her college boy to fulfill her early morning's dream. She sat there few moments to digest the matter's seriousness..... and finally opened her mouth.

"I could guess your feeling.... I think you haven't done a single mistake..... I still have full faith on you. It couldn't be that bad!" replied Ajmira with an assuring smile..... keeping her hands on Gurpreet's back.

"You aren't mad..... you don't feel hatred towards me," Gurpreet couldn't hold her emotion as her eyes became moistened with tears. "You're so good.... yes, you show an example of real friendship."

"Preet, it's OK," Ajmira reassured her.... wiping Gurpreet's tearful eyes with her 'Dupatta'. "I can understand your feeling and I'm not mad about seducing my son. Actually I did the same to become a mother..... yes, a woman's womanhood is ultimately fulfilled by achieving her mothership status," Ajmira once again patted her friend's back.... assuring her not to feel any type of guiltiness. "I knew that you were cherishing my son for a long time..... anyway, was it good? I mean was my son able to satisfy you?"

"Yeah, it was better than good," Gurpreet admitted smilingly. "Your son was incredible! I couldn't stop cumming. I've never felt anything like it. He is so handsome and young.... making love to me not like an inexperienced college boy but like a real stud. I felt like his body was melting in mine and that our souls became one."

"Oh Preet. It sounds like you are in love with my son!" Ajmira said feeling a itch started to grow in her cunt as she squirmed on her seat.

"I am! With your son!!! Not only that I told him to call me as his wife," replied Gurpreet as she started to cry.

"It's OK Preet, I could guess your feeling," Once again Ajmira wiped her childless Punjabi friend's eyes with her 'Dupatta' as she continued, "So what did Jasbhai do while all this was going on?"

"He sat excitedly beside the bed sitting on a chair and watched while stroking his extremely hard cook," replied Gurpreet. "Your son and I totally forgot that he was just beside our bed. We made love in front of my husband who often encouraged your son by massaging his swinging ballsac."

"It means he must have been OK with it otherwise he would have stopped you. He surely enjoyed it as much as you and my son did."

"Yeah, you know he always likes to see me fucking others."

"How could I forget those exciting moments..... I could remember how much your husband loved to watch you when my late husband Latif fucked you savagely," Ajmira now started rubbing her itching cunt reminiscing her deceased husband's lovemaking with her Punjabi friend. "At least you've included Jasbhai this time also and let him watch.... so there will be no complication in future. I'm glad that finally you let him clean your creampie cunt."

"Oh that was so hot..... he sucked my creampie cunt like a hungry dog," Gurpreet laughed remembering her husband's kinkiness..... then she asked her friend. "Anyway, what do I do now?"


( Ajmira & Gurpreet's Conversations )

"It's now obvious to me that you are in love with my son. Plus you said that my son fucked you like a stallion. I'd let my son know how you feel and make sure that he knows that you want him to be your husband. Let him know how much he means to you and how you need to feel him in your arms. Be his wife Preet..... and my daughter-in-law! Enjoy it! It's every mother's dream..... and yes, from now on you aren't my friend but my Bouma ( Daughter-in-law )..... now smile!"

"You're are so kind Ajmira," Gurpreet's eyes again filled with tears with emotional enjoyment.

"Not Ajmira..... I'm your Sasurima ( Mother-in-law ).... So call me as 'Maa" or 'Ammi'.... isn't it fair?" Ajmira smiled.

"Yes Ammi..... I'm really proud to have my dearest friend as my Mom," raising from her seat Gurpreet touched her friend's feet as Ajmira hugged her friend with tearful eyes and kissed her lips.

"And what about Jasbhai? Is he OK with your second husband?" Ajmira asked.

"Although he supports my step about fucking your son to achieve my pregnancy, it looks he is confused about accepting the idea of regarding your son as my second husband." Gurpreet said.

"Don't worry about that..... just wait patiently and keep faith in the almighty God.... everything would solve in time," Ajmira assured, "Share some of your new romance with your husband when he would fuck you but maintain some private time for just you and my son. And finally thank you so much for accepting my college boy as your husband."

"Oh I'm so lucky," Gurpreet exclaimed.

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Gurpreet was feeling restless in her class... reminiscing Abdul's eight inches black cock's hard pistoning in her cunt.... as a little but continuous seeping of cunt-juices was occurred..... steadily flowing down her thighs. As she was wearing Saree-Blouse that day, nobody was able to notice that.... but finally unable to continue her class, she had to come back to her house in tiffin hours.

However, her husband's mind was attacked with almost the same type of thinking. Although he wasn't a hard-core racist, he couldn't accept the boy becoming his wife's second husband and eventually his competitor.

His mind whirled in conflicting thoughts as he decided to go back to his home. He too couldn't concentrate in his work reminiscing what had happened the previous night. He could feel that his wife would have mixed emotions too but he wanted to make sure that she knew everything was OK.

He went up to their master bedroom hoping to find his wife but she didn't come back from her school.... actually she returned home from 5:00 to 6:00 pm. The bed was still unmade and the sheets were full of cum stains.... that was flown down from her creampie cunt. He knew if he was there he would have to clean up most of Abdul's cum from her overflowing cunt.

Abdul must have filled his wife's cunt a few more times during the night and it was drained from her while she slept in his arms. He changed the sheets. He knew very well that a good cuckold would do that for his beautiful loving wife.

Anyway while he was changing the wrinkled and dirty bed sheet, his wife came back from the school. She noticed him changing the bedsheet with a new ones.

"Hi dear.... you went out when I woke up.... so I couldn't share my feelings." Said Gurpreet softly. She began to grin as he hugged her quickly and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Now tell me, what do you think about my new lover?"

"Abdul.... He is a nice college boy.... he reminds me about your last college boy lover Birbahadur. You know I always enjoy your lovemaking in the arms of a college boy . Actually after a long time, once again seeing you in the arms of a college boyI was overwhelmed. You were incredible to watch."

"Thanks, you've liked that. But dear, I have to confess that I'm in love with Abdul. Of course I'm in love with you and always will be. But now I'm in love with Abdul too. I mean that I want to be more than his Headmistress-Aunty'. I want him to be my husband too...... I mean second husband..... are you OK with that?" With that she looked at her husband questioningly.

"Husband! Abdul as your second husband! That mere college boy !" Jaspal was confused for a moment. "But what about Ajmira? I don't think she would be OK with this."

"You've already noticed he is a college boy no more. Although his bodily structure is far more inferior than you, but in fucking department, he is no doubt superior than you" Gurpreet raised her logic. "And about Ajmira? I've already discussed that with her. She is OK with that..... even she has blessed me as a real mother-in-law."

"Fine..... if Ajmira wants you as her daughter-in-law..... I have no objection to treat Abdul as your second husband. You know how much I love you and I always want you to be happy." Jaspal replied like a real cuckold husband. "But if you don't mind I'd like to watch your love occasionally though."

"You're so good, dear," Gurpreet smiled in relief. "And I have no objection in your voyeuristic enjoyment,"

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Anyway, getting approval of continuing her romance with Abdul from her friend and finally from her beloved husband, Gurpreet's joys knew no bounds..... so the next few days were nonstop sex. She and her college boy student made love almost the entire time.... often neglecting their school as long as he was in her house.

"Don't take too long honey. I have a surprise for both of you," After dinner one night as Abdul offered to do the dishes like a responsible husband, Gurpreet said and went up the stairs smilingly.

"OK Preet..... just a minute," Abdul replied throwing a flying-kiss to his Headmistress-wife.

"You guys can both come up now." About 15 minutes later, Gurpreet called them to come upstairs.

Abdul entered the bedroom first with Jaspal close behind. The bedroom was illuminated with candles..... and few burning incense sticks as a nice intoxicating scent was filled in the room. Numerous lovely scented flowers were scattered on the bed and at least thirty long garlands were hanging from the ceiling.

Gurpreet stood in next to the bed dressed in a bright red 'Lahenga' that her friend Ajmira had presented for her second 'Wedding Night'. Welcoming her two husbands with a generous smile, the 36 yrs old reputed Headmistress had placed a chair in the nearest corner of the bedroom for her husband's sitting. It was close enough where he could get a good view of the action.... soon to be going on the decorated luxurious bed but far enough away as to not interfere.

"Do you like it?" asked Gurpreet as she looked into Abdul's eyes. "Now baby, take off your clothes and hold me like a real husband."

"Oh God my dear Preet..... what a romantic atmosphere and with this 'Lahenga' you look so beautiful and sexy!" Abdul said in an overwhelming tone as he slowly took off her clothes in front of the older Punjabi couple. It was obvious that her first husband approved her wedding dress and his cock twitched thinking about his debut 'Wedding Night' with his 'Dream-Queen'.

"Your mother has presented this to wear for our this special night," Gurpreet smiled.

"My mother! What do you mean? Do you tell her about us?" Abdul looked at her with a shocking look.

"Yes dear.... I thought it wouldn't be good to keep such a serious thing without your mother's knowledge." Gurpreet said as she disclosed her conversation with Ajmira. "Moreover I guess things already got out of our hands."

"Oh Allah! It's so embarrassing! I don't know how would I face my mother after this." Abdul was puzzled.

"Don't worry Abdul.... time would solve all the problems," She assured the confused college boy like her friend cum mother-in-law. "Anyway whatever has done we have nothing to do with that.... now we can start our life in a new way. Yes I want to look like your bride when we would make love."

And hearing such romantic words from his wife and thinking about the hot prospect of her second 'wedding-night' with her college boy student, Jaspal's cock started aching as he watched his wife seduction in glazed eyes.

"Would you like me to be your bride baby?" Gurpreet whispered?

"Ohhhhhh..... so sweet, I can't believe.... yes Aunty. I love you so much! I want you as my wife." Abdul uttered dreamily and then looked back at Jaspal. "Uncle, are you OK with this?"

"I always want to see my wife happy and you've made her happy by accepting her as your wife," Jaspal patted the college boy back lovingly. "So, please be her husband and make her happy."

"Then carry me to the bed and make love to me," replied Gurpreet. But it was impossible for a mere ** yrs old and 5'4" height college boy to carry a 5'10" height and at least 72 kgs weighted woman. And quickly realising that, she pleaded her first husband to cooperate. "Why don't you come here and help my poor college boy husband?"

Coming out from his trance, strong builded tall Jaspal carried his wife easily to the bed while Abdul followed them like a puppy dog and climbed on the bed. The new lovers immediately started kissing and running their hands all over each other as Abdul removed her "Lahenga' but left the white stockings and high heels on.


( Abdul watching Jaspal, Gurpreet's lovemaking )

She slowly kissed down Abdul's chest and took his eight inches hard cock in her mouth. She lovingly ran her tongue all over the rigid black cock as he moaned from the pleasure that she was giving him.

"Dear, would you like to give away the bride?" Few seconds later, raising her mouth from Abdul's cock, she looked over at her husband who was quietly sitting in the corner and watching the hot live blue show.

Jaspal was uncertain what his wife wanted him to do.... but she motioned for him to come nearer and he complied immediately like a real loving husband. He noticed his wife was on her back with Abdul on top of her.... kissing her tits.

When he was next to the bed, his wife opened her legs widely. He could see how wet her cunt was in the candlelight and it was obvious that she was ready for her new husband to fuck her.

"Give away the bride dear. Take Abdul's cock and put it inside me. Tell him to fuck me. Do it! I want to hear the words from you." Gurpreet urged her husband.

Jaspal nodded with a grin as he took Abdul's circumcised eight inches black cock in his hand. He was amazed how hard the college boy was. With Abdul on top of his wife, Jaspal placed the college boy cockhead at the opening of his wife's cunt-hole and watched it slowly slide in.

"Fuck my wife. Oh sorry Abdul, she is your wife's too.... so please fuck your wife."

With that Jaspal went back to his stipulated chair and the two lovers started ravishing each other. Jaspal had to stroke his own cock as he watched the boy fuck his wife.

The 'Phock-Phach.... Phock-Phach' sounds of her wet pounding cunt were invaded by the room. It wasn't long before his wife screamed out that she was cumming. She was losing all control from the pleasure that her new college boy husband was giving her. She was going wild with lust.

"Dear God Abdul..... Keep fucking me. Don't stop!"

The two opposite caste lovers mated while Jaspal watched from the corner of the room and videographing his wife's lovemaking with his mobile camera. Abdul didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He thought of all the times he lay in bed at night and thought about fucking his mother's best Punjabi friend.

"Oh God Abdul. Cum in me. Please cum in me. I want to be your slut. I want to have your baby's mother. Please make true my early morning's dream..... cum in me..... and make me a real mother!"

Jaspal couldn't believe his wife using such ugly words to her college boy student. She was begging college boy not only to fuck her but to get her pregnant! He was so excited by the idea of insemination that he suddenly came all over himself.

Her dirty words excited Abdul even more as he suddenly picked up the pace and fucked his Headmistress-Wife faster. And Gurpreet could feel that Abdul was going to cum soon as she wrapped her long arms and legs around his slim small body.... holding him deep inside her.

She could feel his young cock throb as he started filling her with his potent baby-juices. She kissed him deeply as if to capture his soul until she felt his cock gradually go soft inside her.

"Oh God, I love you so much, Abdul. I hope almighty God bless me..... yes, I earnestly want to have your baby in my belly."

"I wish that too honey", replied Abdul kissing her lips lovingly.

Gurpreet held her student's child-like small body like an real affectionate mother and returned the kiss. And noticing their heavenly affection Jaspal's eyes moistened in emotional bliss as he quietly thanked the almighty God for presenting them such happiness and left the room.... moving towards the guest room.

He jerked his cock slowly while watching the recent video-clips of his wife and Abdul's lovemaking in his mobile. He was wondering how sexy his wife would look with her tummy growing large. If she were to get really pregnant..... if the early morning's dream seen by his wife becomes true..... everyone would surely suspect that the baby wasn't his.... rather it was someone's.

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The next morning Jaspal woke up and the house was quiet. He got out of bed and looked in the master bedroom. His wife and Abdul were awake, lying in bed together.

"Good morning honey," said Gurpreet. "You slept in the guest-room. I hope we didn't disturb your sleeping."

"No darling," Jaspal nodded smilingly as he came into the bedroom and sat on the chair which was kept in the corner. "But what about you?"

"I'm fine," Gurpreet smiled feeling her cunt ache from the fuckings that Abdul had given her all night. She grinned wickedly thinking about to give her husband a treat though. She pulled back the sheets of the bed and exposed Abdul's naked body next to her.

"Dear, come over here and join us on the bed," Gurpreet said as her husband complied smilingly.

"Look at him..... so young and innocent.... and he is mine from now as an 'Adopted Son' and "Second Husband' both!" Saying that she kissed the college boy softly on the lips and then ran her tongue along his soaked limp cock. "Come closer and watch. God, I really love this college boy . Look how hard he is becoming. Tell him that you love him too. I want to hear you tell him."

"I love you Abdul.... you're so good..... you've made my wife so happy." Jaspal whispered.

"Now show me how much you love him. I want you to lick and clean his cock and show him you really love him."

Jaspal obeyed patiently as he was told by his dominant wife. He couldn't believe that his wife was making him do this but he loved it.

"Now open your mouth.... yes, take him in your mouth and suck his cock. I want to see you worship my second husband." Gurpreet urged as her husband eagerly opened his mouth and sucked Abdul's circumcised black cock.

She grinned noticing her husband take Abdul's cock in his lips and running his tongue along it's entire length. She heard the college boy groan and could guess that the college boy was filling her husband's mouth with the streams of his cum. Her husband swallowed it all willingly.

"Now you can go back dear. And if you don't mind, please go to a nearby drug store... please buy me a home pregnancy test. My inner most feeling tells me I'm going to be a mother at last."

Jaspal knew that if his wife became really pregnant everyone would be shocked... even raise filthy gossips. Specially the young students of his wife's school would laugh behind their backs.... and make silly jokes among themselves.

He wasn't sure how his Headmistress-wife would tackle that embarrassing situation. It would surely add to his humiliation but also add to his excitement as he imagined his wife's tummy swelling.

However suddenly he started imagining how she would be looked in her special tape-frock which she often used to make him horny. His mind filled with perverse images.... if she was to get pregnant, what better way would there be for her to show off her pregnant belly and milk filled tits in that special tape-frock. He realized that his dream would be true along with the dreams of his wife and Abdul if she really becomes pregnant.

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Anyway, after several lustful sessions with her college boy -husband, Gurpreet once again felt someone to talk to. She had confessed to her husband and Abdul both that she was pregnant with Abdul's baby. They both seemed to take the news well but she felt that her husband may just be numb in disbelief. So she called her friend cum mother-in-law Ajmira again and said that she needed to talk.

"You told them what???" Exclaimed Ajmira in a shock after knowing her pregnancy and sharing that to her son and Jaspal.

"Yeah, I told them that I'm pregnant with Abdul's baby"

"Are you sure? You know that those home pregnancy tests don't show exact results often."

"Yeah!" replied Gurpreet solemnly. "At first I couldn't believe it too. Was the almighty God finally blessed me? With my jumping heart, I rushed to the Gyno that you recommended previously and she confirmed the good news."

"Oh congrats Bouma. You know for a long time I was praying to Allah too for your pregnancy." Ajmira thanked the almighty God with tearful eyes. "I'm really glad it's finally happened. Oh sweet Allah.... you're really kind to my friend-bouma."

"May God bless you too Ammi...."

"Anyway, how do you feel now?" asked Ajmira. "I mean, this is a big deal!"

"I feel excited but I'm scared too. I'd really like your son to be with me during this but you told me earlier that he's in needs to be away for his IT coaching at your sister's house." Gurpreet felt really sad.

"Don't be sad Preet..... it's just four months," Ajmira assured her friend cum daughter-in-law. "And what about Jasda? Is he OK with my son's baby in your belly?

"Jas! It seems he was excited..... but I often feel he was out of his mind.... actually I'm worried about his reaction."

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Not only Abdul, Gurpreet too couldn't concentrate herself in her stipulated job..... like, she wasn't able to deliver her speech properly in her classes.... always imagining herself in Abdul's arms and feeling an itch in her cunt.

Actually after her pregnancy, she could suddenly feel the hunger for sex has gained it's momentum in an unbelievable way. And to curb that growing hunger, in the chamber of her school, she'd often stroked herself with either a cucumber or a brinjal which she would kept in her vanity-bag.

She knew that what they had done was wrong and the society would never permit them to marry but it was also so right that she couldn't live without him. She had never experienced anything like what she had with her college boystudent..... the emotions, the sex, the love..... all were so perfect.

And finally the saddest moment was arrived. Yes, it was time for the college boy to go back to his aunty's ( Ajmira's sister ) house for his special IT coaching. Gurpreet cried as her college boy lover departed.

After his departure, Gurpreet went into her bedroom with tearful eyes..... stood in front of the big celluloid photo of her husband and her that was kept on the night stand beside their bed. She looked at their marital photo and started crying like an innocent baby while rubbing her mound slowly over her Maxi.

Her husband was sitting in the living room and he knew why his wife was so sad.... but he knew that he didn't have the words to comfort her. He looked at his wife and felt sorry for her but with his great astonishment, he could feel his cock started to throb.

So, few moments later, he went into the bedroom as he hugged her from behind and cupped her large tits. He then started to massage her tits while rubbing his excited cock on her soft ass over her Maxi. Feeling herself horny immediately, she raised the Maxi's hem over her ass and bent forward as he freed his cock from his pyjama and inserted the eight inches hard cock in her soaking cunt just with a single thrust.

"Jas, I want you to know that I love you. I really do and sometimes I forget to tell you that. I don't know if I've ever told you but I appreciate what you have done. You're so broad minded to share me with others and now with my college boy -husband." Tears were still flowing down from her eyes as she pushed her ass back to match her husband's thrusting.

"You know I don't feel jealous with your extra-marital affairs," Jaspal suddenly increased his thrusts remembering the college boy student and his wife's previous fuck-sessions as he wiped the tears from her eyes with his fingers.

"Oh yessss..... you're really my loving husband," Gurpreet hissed clamping her husband's cock in her cunt.

"Don't worry..... we will share you happily," Jaspal assured his wife caressing her baby-bump lovingly.

"Ohhhhhh.... yessss..... I never thought that I would fall in love with a boy. I know, he's my dearest friend's son and you know I always treat him just like my own son but now it's gone beyond that. You could understand that too." Gurpreet said in tearful eyes which made her husband's thrusting even more powerful

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( After 4 months ) Abdul was apprehensive when he came to his fantasy queen's home late that afternoon after a long gap of four months. The previous incidents were surreal for him. Fucking his mother's dearest friend and getting a proposal of becoming her second husband was something that he only dreamed of and it had actually happened. The experience was incredible. She was his ideal woman and his fantasy wife.

Abdul walked in the door as Gurpreet welcomed him warmly.... giving him a kiss on the forehead like an elder affectionate woman which she did before her fuck-sessions with him..... quite a different from the passionate kisses they exchanged several times four months ago.

"Are you OK Sona? I've been worried about you."

"Yeah Aunty. I guess I'm sort of confused about our new relationship. I often think that what I did four months ago was wrong and I'm sorry if you and uncle are upset with me. I just couldn't help myself."

"Don't be sorry baby. It's all right. Come here and give your aunty a kiss."

As Abdul walked over to his Headmistress-Aunty, she hugged his small frame in her huge bosom. Lifting him easily with her heavy arms at least one foot from the floor, she gave him a deep kiss. This kiss was more like the kiss they shared during their lovemaking..... passionate and sensual with her tongue exploring his mouth.

"Ommmmmm.....," Abdul moaned.

"I love you Sona Husband. I always will," replied Gurpreet as her first husband looked on her dreaming eyes.... encircling her neck with his thin but strong arms..... still hanging from her neck.

"Oh Preet.... It's so nice to be in your arms once again," Abdul whispered kissing her soft warm lips as Jaspal started preparing his camcorder to record the romantic moments of his wife and the college boy student.

"Woooa...Whoooa...Whoooa...! I have something important that I want to show you first." She said.... slowly loosing her embrace. She then let him slide his body and stand on the floor. And finally putting him on sofa, she stood in front him.

"Dear, you can start recording any time you want." Looking at her husband, she smiled seductively and he started his recording. His wife now stood in front of the college boy . As he looked on her face.... she slowly raised the front of her sheer red Lahenga.

"Abdul, I know that we haven't seen others at least four months but I had to show you this." She said taking Abdul's hand and placing it on her baby bump.

"So you really are pregnant! I could remember once you said that you were pregnant but I wondered that moment if you were just trying to excite me."

"Yes, baby. I'm really pregnant....."

"I can't believe..... it is by Uncle?* Abdul asked surprisingly.

"No Abdul, you've made it. You're able to make her a real mother...... probing all the doctors's assessment a wrong one" Jaspal said proudly. "And we are grateful to you for making her pregnant."

"Yes Abdul.... I don't know how to express my gratitude for fulfilling my dream," Gurpreet couldn't hold her tears.

With that Gurpreet grabbed Abdul's hand and asked him to stand up. She then told him to stand next to her so that her husband could take a few pictures of the two lovers together. She still remembered the photos that she saw at the Gyno's chamber and wanted her husband to take a few pictures like the ones she had seen.

She pulled the sheer Lahenga over her head and put it on the sofa carefully..... next, she removed her lace panties.... leaving only her short-sized stockings and high heels on. She instructed Abdul to get naked too. When he was totally naked, she instructed him to stand behind her. When she felt his naked body behind her, she reached behind herself..... grabbed his hands.... and brought his arms around her.... placing his hands on her baby-bump.

The flash of Jaspal's camera illuminated the room as Abdul ran his hands over his fantasy-wife's baby-bump lovingly. After Jaspal took numerous pictures of the two lovers, Gurpreet turned to face her second husband. She wrapped her arms around his neck.... lowered her head, and kissed him deeply as the camera flash captured the rare moment.

"Dear God Abdul, I love you! Now move upstairs and fuck me!!! I was missing you for a long time." Gurpreet said.... taking her student-husband's hand and led him to her bedroom.

Jaspal left his still camera in the living room, grabbed his camcorder and followed his wife and Abdul upstairs to their master bedroom. This was the moment that he was waiting for. He had already witnessed his wife's three lovers ( Ajmira's deceased husband Latif Khan, Birendra Thapa and his son Birbahadur ) to make love with her.... and like before, he now wanted to capture this hot moment too.

So, at first he dimmed the lights in the bedroom.... keeping the camera in it's self-mode system. He wanted enough light to record the action but not too much as to ruin the atmosphere for the two lovers. However he often participated with them..... and at one point they each took one of her Nipples in their mouth and started started licking them like two hungry babies.


( Jaspal & Abdul's lovemaking with Gurpreet )

His four-month pregnant wife and Abdul however weren't even conscious of him being in the room. They writhed together in their marital bed.... running their hands over each other and devouring passionately while he watched and photographed. He noticed Abdul slowly slid down in the bed.... spread his wife's legs apart.... threw her legs over his shoulders.... and buried his face in her sopping pregnant-cunt.

"Yes my baby husband. Eat your wife's cunt. You make me feel so good." Gurpreet moaned as her first husband recorded every single moment of their love-session. At that moment Abdul was licking his wife's cunt as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Don't ever stop Sona. Please, I beg you. Don't ever stop loving me. I need you so badly" She groaned rocking by her first orgasm as she looked over at her first husband who was busy in his recording. Her eyes glazed over as if she was intoxicated and she really was.... intoxicated with her new husband.... intoxicated with the voyeuristic recording.

"Please Abdul, fuck me now. I need you inside me immediately." Gurpreet hissed.... pulling the small college boy towards her.

Abdul did what he was asked. He crawled up in the bed until his small child-like slim body was over his Headmistress-Wife's large pregnant body. He kissed her as his cock slid over her wet cunt. He had prepared her well. He moved slowly until his cock reached her opening. She gasped softly as the college boy entered her. She took his total length inside her with a single stroke.

Meanwhile Jaspal watched in amazement as the college boy fucked his 36 yrs old mature Pregnant wife. She was so wet that he could clearly hear the sloshing sound of thrusts as Abdul's cock pumped in and out of her cunt. Even in the darkness of the bedroom, his cock glistened from her wetness.

"I missed you so long. Dear God, please fuck me baby."

Gurpreet sensed that Abdul was near. She wrapped her arms and legs around him to hold him near as he fucked her mercilessly. He could feel her high heels digging into his back. A few strokes later she looked at her first husband.

"He is cumming in me. I can feel his hot cum filling my embryo-filled cunt." She groaned like a wounded animal.... lifting her waist upward with Abdul at least one foot from bed.

Highly educated Headmistress's obscene words made her college boy -husband even more excited. He groaned loudly as his hot seed flowed into the sophisticated lady's convulsing embryo-filled cunt. The couple kissed deeply until the college boy fell exhausted next to his Wife-Ma'am. Jaspal moved closer as Abdul's cock slowly wilted and fell out of his wife's cunt. He was amazed at how much cum dripped out of her.

Gurpreet gave her husband a few minutes to record that moment and then said, "Please leave now dear."

Jaspal quietly turned off the bedroom's light and left the room. He went to the guest room, took off his clothes, stroked his cock as he watched his recording until he came all over himself.

Cont.....

 

[Munmun Sen]

One of the best stories in this forum so far I've read. Please continue & finish it

 

[strange account]

Keep continuing..

 

[Supriya Roy]

( Part : 10 ) Characters participating in this chapter :-

1. Smt. Promila Chowdhury: Retired Teacher ( Voluntary ), Widow, 55 yrs ( 36-30-38 )
2. Protima Chowdhury: Eminent Bengalee Singer cum Dancer, Promila’s Daughter, 35 yrs ( 36-28-36 )
3. Palash Chowdhury: Businessman, Protima’s Husband, 37 yrs.
4. Pobitro Chowdhury: Protima’s Son, college student,.
4. Poly Chowdhury: Protima’s Daughter, college Student, ( 34-26-36 )

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Gurpreet was now drowning in her forbidden romance with her college student Abdul.... getting full support from her husband Jaspal and friend cum mother-in-law Ajmira. At the same time she was very much anxious about her debut pregnancy and issuance of her baby without any type of obstacle.

For that purpose she decided to take a prolonged rest as she applied for an advance maternity leave. But as the pregnancy proceeded further, her cravings for hard fuck increased in a greater rate and her two husbands were facing a gigantic task to cop-up with that.

While the sophisticated Punjabi husband was once again immensely enjoying his postponed voyeuristic pleasure with the active participation of the stranger another type sexual revolution was taking place steadily in The Great Chowdhury Family. Actually it was started with the incestous and kinky activities which we had seen by the initiation and seduction of the family's senior most member Smt. Promila Chowdhury.

For example, let's have a look in the bedroom of Chowdhury Family's senior male member Palash Chowdhury. We could see, he woke up from his sleep in one morning and as usual his cock was rock hard.

He couldn't see his wife beside him.... maybe in the kitchen, he thought. He wanted to jerk off, but even if there was the slightest of chances of it happening, he rather saved himself for his widow mother-in-law. He quickly got out of bed.... throwing on a shirt and pyjama. He opened the curtains and the bright light almost blinded him, 'Durga-Puja' is coming soon, there was no doubt about that.

There's still not warm enough to go for a quick bath, but warm enough to walk around in his pyjama or Bermuda and T-shirt during the day. Once he was in the hallway, he first noticed his mother-in-law's bedroom door was open and his gaze lingered naturally.... she wasn't in the room. How great would it be to just spend the night over at her room.

It had been ages that they had a sleepover and he questioned if his wife or children wouldn't think anything of it if they would do it again. He could remember those childhood days clearly.... his mother and Protima's mother were bosom friends and Promila had treated him as her own baby. At that time, he often spent his time in Protima's house and at night he would often sleep in Promila's affectionate embrace.

He exhaled a deep sigh.... reminiscing those golden moments. Being able to wake up next to her cuddling smooth arms now, sure would have a different meaning than those moments.

He moved towards the long corridor and he could hear his son talking with his wife in the kitchen. Once he opened the hallway door and stepped inside, he saw his mother-in-law sit in one of the comfy chairs as she greeted him with a wicked smile.

"Look who's finally up," Promila grinned as he saw her gaze lingered on his protruding crotch while she bit her lower lip.

She even licked her lips sensually.... finally looking back at his eyes.... before giving him a sly smile. She shrugged her shoulder so that the Anchal slightly moved away from her heavy chest to show her over-flowing tits from the low neckline of her white Blouse.

"Oh Maa, stop teasing your Jamai ( Son-in-law )," Protima mockly rebuked her mother as both Promila and Palash chuckled. His wife gave him a confused glance, since she couldn't see her mother's face nor what she had just done.

"What!" Palash exclaimed in which his mother-in-law followed up his glance and she replied "It's inside joke Palash".

Protima glanced to her mother and back to her husband as he tried to adjust his growing bulge. He walked over to his mother-in-law and leaned in..... giving her a kiss on the cheek. Their family had always been close.... very close compared to those of his friends. So it wasn't uncommon for them to greet each other with either a hug or a kiss like this.

Meanwhile finishing his breakfast, Pobitro walked over to his mother, who was just 5'3" and hugged her lightly. Unfortunately, she was already wearing the clothes for going outside.... maybe for her dance coaching academy, so he had missed out on catching a glimpse of her 34D's cleavage.


( Pobitro's gaze at his mother's Cleavage )

"How tall are you now? It'd give it a year and you're going to be just as tall if not bigger than your father," Protima smiled back proudly at her tall and stud son as she gave her husband the butter-toast and a cup of coffee.

"5'6" Mamoni," Pobitro replied as he nodded and offered his cheek to his mother for a kiss as well. "A year later I might be as tall as Bapi ( Daddy )."

"Give it another 4 years at least, buddy" His father chuckled..... staring at him for a moment... and raising his face from behind the newspaper.... while sipping the coffee and throwing furtive glances to his mother-in-law. His father was 5'10".... so there were every chances that he would be able to cross him in future as he chuckled back at him.

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That day at 8:00 AM.... taking another cup of coffee, as usual Promila prepared herself for laundry. Her grandkids were out with their father at a new coaching centre where they would be admitted for a special computer training.

So not being feeling alone, she decided to involve herself in cleaning the dirty clothes. And for that purpose, she changed her Saree and put on a loosened Maxi. After that, first she decided to go to her granddaughter's room and started collecting her pulled up soiled clothes.

When she picked up a pair of her granddaughter's panties near the nightstand, she idly brought it to her nose. The strength of the aroma of her 16 year old's pussy surprised and aroused her greatly. She could remember that the smell of her grandson's semen crusted handkerchief had the same effect on her as her left hand moved to her cunt automatically.

A quick check of the sheets revealed the faint tell tale stain of the juices that seeped from her granddaughter's pussy when she masturbated. She pressed the soiled panties to her nose, inhaling deeply.... and pulling the Maxi up to her waist, she fingered her dripping panty-less hairy cunt. Her first orgasm of the day was short and quick.

Recovering from her composure, she mopped up her own cunt-juices.... seeping down the inside of her thigh with her granddaughter's panties. For a moment, she had the devilish thought of folding them neatly and putting them back in Poly's drawer without washing them. On second thought, she gathered up all the dirty items and hauled them to the laundry.

Promila had done the same.... no no even more by Poly's age but now these discoveries meant she really needed to talk to her granddaughter..... and soon. The very thought that Poly was fingering her young pussy to orgasms regularly caused another, stronger twitch in her cunt.

If Poly was playing with her own pussy, maybe she was playing with her Nepali friend Mahima too. That very thought drove Promila crazy with lust. Poly was certainly old and developed enough to have an intimate relation with Mahima.... in fact a lot older than Promila when she had her first real experience.

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Promila used to sleep alone on her double-beded wooden cot in her big room situated at the corner of the ground floor.... just beside her daughter and son-in-law's room. But when Poly was unable to sleep alone at night in her own room at first floor, which started recently, her daughter Protima told her to sleep with her grandmother.

Actually Poly had the habit of seeing horrible dreams often in the night and crying aloud. So Protima told her widow mother to keep her company while she slept. Promila was very happy to get such an opportunity to share a comfortable bed with her babydoll granddaughter as she loved her very much. Poly too was very much interested to sleep with her, as her grandmother was as compassionate and graceful as her mother.

On one such night Poly woke up feeling a commotion beside her grandmother. She tried to find the cause and looked at her bedmate. To her surprise, she found that her grandmother wasn't wearing any blouse under her thin white Saree. Normally her grandma wouldn't wear her blouse at night during sleep when she felt hot. She noticed the Saree was pushed away from her chest.... and her big tits were fully exposed.

There was enough moonlight coming through the open windows and she could see her two big melon like tits clearly. They were about the same size of her mother's but they never looked big when she walked wearing her Saree-Blouse. She could hear that her grandma was mumbling something inaudible in her sleep.

She could even realise that her grandma wouldn't like to wear any type of undergarments like her mother during bedtime. However it was very much common for any widow woman in Bengal not to wear underwear unless they are attending some functions or festivals.

Poly looked at those big milk-white tits. They had two brown nipples like two peanuts at the top of her tits. Suddenly her Grandma scratched at her armpits in her sleep. Her eyes instantly locked there.... she had thick growth of black curly hairs under her arms which she had seen few times previously. Although her own armpits were sparsely covered with with blackish hairs, she never thought women would have so much hairs in their armpits other than on their head.

She had seen few porns in her mobile, but she had never seen grown up women naked in real before. She looked at her semi-naked Grandma's bushy armpits again and she could realise that she had as much hair like her father in her underarms. Normally her father shaved them once in a week while..... but her grandma seemed to be never been shaved in that region.

Suddenly with some unknown instinct, she moved her face to her Grandma's armpits and she could smell a strong musky but somewhat intoxicating smell. It wasn't a repulsive one. She felt a strange attraction towards it. The smell contained of soap, sweat and some other animally musky odour. It was stronger than her mother's cleanly saved armpits who always smelled like sandalwood. But her Grandma's smell was more raw and very exciting in a way.

She inhaled it for some time.... the smell was almost the same like her own pussy-juices as she felt something itchy between her crotch. She rubbed her own small teenage pussy with her fingers over the panties. Her pussy was also getting hot in the same way that she had started to feel for the last three years. She moved her body towards her and hugged her Grandma.

Poly slept like that rest of the night, and when it was early morning she found her Grandma wearing her blouse and unlocking the door. She guessed that she was going out for her morning chores.

There was a silence for one minute. Then she heard a sound of a splashing. She realised that her grandma was urinating in the common bathroom situated beside her parents' bedroom. She came back after a few minutes and lay by her side. She again put her hands on her Grandma and it might have surprised her.

Actually Promila had thought earlier that her granddaughter was only half willing to share her bed with her. So Poly's sudden hugging at her might have surprised at first but it pleased her greatly. With her long fleshy arms she hugged her granddaughter too.... closing her in her loving embrace with a satisfying smile as Poly was gone to sleep once again in her warm embrace.

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Next night Poly didn't sleep as soon as she lay down on bed. She noticed her grandmother applied some cream on her face and arms standing if front of her dressing-table. After about ten minutes she unhooked her blouse, put it beside her pillow and lay down on the bed.... giving a goodnight kiss on her forehead.

Within minutes her Grandma's eyelids became heavy and noticing that Poly became happy and began moving towards her inch by inch. The faint smell of her bushy armpits was attracting her like a moth to a fire.

Promila might have guessed her granddaughter's change of habit of sleeping nearer to her previous night as she decided to check her intention. She then intentionally moved towards her granddaughter so that one of her tits was now very close to her face. She was now keeping her tits so close to her granddaughter's mouth.... only at a hair distance.

Poly was getting more and more excited. She quickly thought if her grandmother was trying to tempt her? Her lips was now so close to her grandmother's tits. They were looking at her with their big nipples like a cream cake on the display of a bakery. Her mouth was watering to lick them. But what would happen if she would suck them? Would her grandmother repel or think adverse about her?

She was in doubt, but she was craving to touch them. The big size brown nipple was so close to her lips as if silently begging her "suck me, suck me". She still lacked courage. But soon her problem was solved. Her grandmother moved in her sleep slightly and that nipple touched her lips automatically.

It was feeling like a dried grape fruit. She opened her lips a bit so that the nipple may be partially pushed inside her lips. She touched it with the tip of her tongue and tasted. It was salty. She didn't try to suck it.... neither did she leave it from her thin child-like lips. She saw that the nipple was no longer in it's dried fruit condition.

It was getting bigger, she could feel. With natural impulse, she parted her lips more and now the nipple was fully inside her lips. She didn't leave it. She felt the nipple was getting bigger and now it's much oily too. She left it for a while and looked at it. It was now more dark and was now like a raw grape fruit.

Poly took it in her mouth once again and imitated the long forgotten breast sucking. She sucked both the nipples twice or thrice. There was no sign of movement from her Dida / grandmother. So getting more courage, she opened her mouth wider until her nipple along with the large areola was also in her mouth. There was only the salty taste and no sign of milk. She didn't get any response from her widow grandmother.

So now all the hesitations of her girlish mind had gone away and she decided to feel her other tit too. She reached her hand and placed it on that tit and waited to see her response..... but there was no reaction. Being relieved, she cupped it once with her trembling fingers..... still no movement!.

She couldn't take her hand away from the fascinating beautiful soft globes of her mature widow Dida. She felt the nipple also getting bigger in her palm. She pinched it and pulled it out.... and instantly it was jutting out like a sore thumb. That's when she felt one hand on her palm.

"Oh Didibhai ( Sweetie ), it feels so nice, where did you learn it?" Promila asked affectionately..... she was actually woke from her fake sleep.

'Oh, God! what would I reply. Would she tell my parents?' Poly thought cursing herself for going to such extreme. She retarded quickly and tried to turn away.

"No no Didibhai, you should finish what you have started. I'm not mad with you. I just played a joke". Promila said with an assuring smile.

With that she turned Poly's face towards her chest and pushed her mouth close to her large pillowy tits. Getting relief from the awkward situation, Poly now started sucking her tits like a starving child. She used both of her hands to guide her soft tits to her eager mouth. She was more than happy to accept them.


Poly & Her Grandmother Promila's Romance

 

[Supriya Roy]

While she was busy in sucking her tits, she felt her Dida's hands opening her only tape-frock as her fingers quickly found her small pink nipples. They were just like two ripened grape fruits on her handful size boobs. Her Dida pinched her very sensitive nipples as if taking an ant from it's den. But Poly found her naughty acts too much exciting as she now started sucking both of her Dida's tits enthusiastically.

"Suck my tits, dear, yes, suck it all, yah, that's so good, yesssssss......! Go on..go on", The fifty-five yrs old widow was murmuring while pinching her granddaughter's nipples continuously which made her jumping in excitement. Her nipples have now become the size of a bug by her Dida's pinching. Her Dida then moved her hands over her head and offered her hairy armpits to her mouth.

"Please Didibhai, now suck my armpits, I know you've been waiting for it. Lick it well... taking all the sweaty hairs in your mouth. Yessssssss..... that's it, good.... clean all the salty sweat from those hairs. Oh dear, you are a good learner! Ohhhhhh, you little humbug, you know everything. Who teach you, your mother? No no, not there, yes, there, yes.yes...ssss...ha ah ha ", the nymphomaniac widow was getting wild with her moves and her abusive words.

"OK, dear, you sweetie, you are so good, I love you", Saying that she pulled down her granddaughter's small panties and started to rub all over her small hairy mound.

"Ohhhhhh..... Dida..... Yessss...... I'm cumming," Pallabi alias Poly moaned softly experiencing her first incestous-orgasm in her life at the mercy of her soft-spoken Dida's fingers. She experienced a jerk, as if she beat on a spring. The vibrations were similar to her. She didn't know how to describe it more than that. Her Dida chuckled in the darkness as she knew she had won.

"Now Didibhai, don't you want to see my cunt. I know you want.... yes, give me your hand, feel it", Saying so she pulled her only Saree above her belly.... completely exposing her furry cunt as she placed her granddaughter's hand to her cunt.

It was damn hairy than her armpits. The mat of hair was immense. She felt like she was touching the strands of a coir mat. Her cunt hairs were thick and they were spread out all over her abdomen. Where was it's origin? Were they originate from her cunt-hole and spread to all over her abdomen and upto her anus. They were of a coarse type, not shaved at least ten years.

"You can feel it later, but right now suck it, please Didibhai, like you've sucked my armpit", with that Promila pushed her granddaughter's face to her hairy cunt.

Poly could feel what her Dida expected as she tried to suck her cunt like her armpits. Her cunt was smelling strong of urine, musk and acid which was completely different from Mahima. She used her fingers to comb her thick cunt hairs.... and then spreading her thick cunt-lips wide, she kept her face fixed to the point at which her Dida wanted her to concentrate.

The low-experienced girl followed her widow grandmother's clue and learnt her second cunt sucking in her life. When she had done, her Dida stood up and unlocked the door and went out to urinate in the bathroom. She also followed her grandmother. They sat on the concrete floor of the bathroom facing each other and started urinating in unison.

Poly could see a huze stream of yellowish urine starting to splash on the floor just like a waterfall which was coming from her dark forest. The stream was gushing with a strong 'hiii....ssss.....ssshhhhh.....' sound..... spreading all over the floor in half a meter diameter. In the dim light she couldn't get much view of her urinating cunt.

Anyway, when they had finally done they got back the bedroom once again and locked the door. Promila then hugged her granddaughter close to her heavy chest like her mother and she lost all of her reservations against her. From that night her grandmother became her real sex teacher.

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Next night Poly performed the true cunnilingus on her.... getting direction from her Dida. Later her grandmother took a lot of time to get her small hairy pussy to wake up and she was eaten for the first time in her life and that was a tremendous feeling. After that Poly returned the favour to her.

Finally Promila requested her granddaughter to lick her dirty asshole too in which Poly was flinched. She was reluctant at first but soon she became an expert ass-licker. Another night, while she was cuddling, Promila asked, "Didibhai,have you seen anyone having sex?"

"No.... I mean yes...." Poly stammered and then with a blushing smile she continued, "Although I couldn't see it clearly, I heard my parents having sex several times."

Actually just few days ago, when she was going to toilet at midnight, she'd heard the sound of grunting coming from her parents room. So coming downstairs and just being curious, she peeked in their bedroom through the peephole of the doors.... but with just a dim light on in the room, she couldn't see clearly. However, she could see her father humping on her mother's body in a frenzied motion as her mother was moaning continuously with great enjoyment.

After that her excited mind was always consumed with the images off her parents passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… her father's hard pistoning cock, swaying testicles… legs of her mother's sensually spread wide and spasming. Although she had seen few porns with her friend Mahima in the mobile and few days ago another porn with her brother in her father's laptop, she actually never thought about seeing anyone fucking in real.

But her grandmother's question invoked a desire in her and she wanted to see those in real. However she often wondered about those things if her grandmother was really making her to submit before evil. Had she gone mad? Although she cursed herself for it.... she didn't want to go back from her new found joys which her grandmother showed her.

"Thank you Dida, you're great," She mumbled embracing her grandmother as she kissed on her lips. With a satisfying smile, the widow too hugged her teenage granddaughter lovingly while pushing her salivated tongue in the babydoll's mouth.

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Protima was furiously rubbing her just crempying cunt with her left hand while video-taping the hot taboo scene in the mobile with her other hand. Actually she was going to the bathroom to wash her cunt after getting her early morning's fuck from her husband and while passing through the corridor in front of her mother's room, she could hear the continuous moans coming from the room.

Naturally being curious, she peeked through the ajar door and was tremendously shocked seeing her teenage daughter in such a lewd act with her mature widow mother. But she neither could blame them nor could she interfere her daughter's taboo sex.... remembering her own hot sessions with her bosom-friend Gurpreet at that age.

Anyway thinking something, she instantly checked herself and chalk-out a plan. And so quickly recovering from her trance, she went back silently to her room and returned with her mobile.

Cont....

 

[rajeev13]

Your writing style and storytelling reminds me of satabdi’s Sophisticated Bengalee Family!
Keep it up, my friend, you’re truly remarkable