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I felt a hot wave of electricity passing through my whole body. My right leg went rigid and automatically lift itself in to the air, creating more space between my legs for him to pound in. Then it came.

"uuuuuuurrrrrrghhhhhhhh," I was groaning loud while grinding my teeth as the forcefully induced orgasm washed over my body. I even felt sparks in my brain as I started shuddering with the orgasm. My right leg that was lifted in to the air started to twitch uncontrollably with pleasure like it was electrocuted. My freshly climaxed vagina was pulsing happily around his thrusting cock like it was milking his cock for cum.

The orgasm felt amazing, but even throughout the orgasm, my tears didn't stop falling on to the mattress sheet. After the orgasm, I came down from the sexual high and started to feel shame and fear. I felt like I was having a nightmare. How could the innocent cute childlike Gopi be fucking the wind out of me? That also by force. I never imagined that my act of sympathy would end up with me being forced to cum on his big dick like a nymphomaniac slut. I didn't feel any anger for Gopi as he didn't know any better. He didn't know what was right and wrong. He only followed his desires and I was the one at fault for cultivating those desired in him. I was reaping what I sow.

I heard Gopi's grunting become more desperate and quicken his thrusting. I knew he was about to cum for the first time in his life and he was going to release all that pent up desires straight in to a beautiful girl's warm depths. What a lucky guy. I was kind of happy about giving him that gift. But in reality he was taking that gift from me by force. I was glad that I started taking birth control pills after starting a relationship with Pankaja. At least I didn't have to worry about a pregnancy. I just closed my eyes and waited for Gopi to cum and end the nightmare.

Suddenly I heard a sound of confusion from Gopi before he groaned loud and thrust in as deep as he could before he started cumming in me. I felt his penis swell up and hot seed spray against my cervix. I had never felt anything like that and had to let out a moan in response to the new sensation. He sounded almost like crying when pleasure took over his body and pumped spurt after spurt of years' worth pent up cum in to me.

Soon, Gopi's cock stopped shooting his cum in to me and with a satisfied groan, he pulled the still hard cock out of my battered vagina with an obscene sucking sound. I let out a sigh of relief since the ordeal had ended. When I started to move away, he grabbed me tight again.

"Gopi, let me go now please. You took what you want," I said while crying and started to move again.

Then he pounded me hard with a deep thrust. I yelped at the sudden hard thrust and my body went still. But he didn't continue the thrusting and giggled while letting go of the restraints he had around me. I was happy that he was finally letting me go and I tried to move away again, and came the deep thrust. I squealed as my whole body went limp with the sudden attack on my most sensitive place. When I tried to move again, he thrust in harder, effectively paralyzing my body with each one. He was playing a game. He was trying to keep me under control by thrusting, without holding me. He had invented a very cruel game from the new things he had learned and I was losing it badly. He successfully kept me crying on the bed for half an hour by using his thrusting whenever I tried to get away. If I tried to force through a thrust, he hammered dick hard in to me till I stopped moving.

Finally after resting for about 10 minutes with his cock in me and not moving, I went for the final sprint. He immediately started to jackhammer in to me trying to fuck me to submission. It felt it was almost impossible to move my legs while getting my cervix hammered. I managed to get down from the bed and crawl on my knees using everything I had to reach the door. Gopi didn't miss a beat and followed behind me while squatting to pound in to me. When I was getting near to the door, he grabbed on to my hips and started to fuck like drilling a jackhammer in to my sensitive pussy. My womb was violently shaking inside my body and all the strength I had went away. With a loud moan, I accepted my defeat. He fucked me in to submission when I was only a few inches away from the door. I moaned loud and dropped myself on to the floor. I had given up and he had won the game. He quickly laid on top of me and started his power fucking, pulling moan after moan from me. It wasn't much pleasant to get power fucked right after getting your vagina properly stretch for the first time. After I writhed and came two times on the floor, he groaned loud and came in me again. After that, he stood up, went to the couch and started watching cartoons. His total negligence of me after he had brutally fucked me, left me feeling like I got used like an object. I quickly got up and ran with my wobbly legs and locked myself in the washroom.

I cried for an hour before calling Divyanka to tell her that I was going home a bit early. After changing my clothes, I went home to cry some more. Later that night, Divyanka called to see if I was doing alright. I told her that I wasn't feeling well and needed to take next two days off. She told me that it was fine and she could take a two day leave from work or get a babysitter to take care of Gopi. The whole night, I was thinking about what had happened and why it had happened. Everything was my fault. I should have played my little games with Gopi much more carefully. I knew I was playing with fire when I started it. So I had no right to complain about getting burnt.

Next day I was coming in to terms of what had happened. I was still angry at myself for messing up the mind of Gopi. I seduced and cornered him until he fucked me. Yes, physically it felt good and I had three orgasms in that one session. Through my whole life, I had experienced only four orgasms before. But still my mind refused to see him as any more than a kid. I didn't want something like that to happen again. If he get in to a bad habit and attack another girl, he would straight end up in an asylum. I would not be able to live with guilt, if something like that happen to Gopi because of my foolishness. I determined that I started this mess and I would end it. I would have to teach Gopi what was good and what was bad.

Next day I got up early to go meet Divyanka. I was going to tell her what had happened and beg for forgiveness. I gave a call to let her know that I was coming, but she didn't answer. Knowing that it was hard to find babysitters, I though most probably she should be at home with Gopi. When I went over and knocked on the door, nobody answered. So I opened the door with the spare key I had and entered the house.

 

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The living room was a total mess. This was unusual since Divyanka always kept the house nice and clean. When I called out for Divyanka, nobody answered. I thought maybe they had gone somewhere together. Then I heard a noise from upstairs. When I got near the stairs, I started to hear a banging sound. As I climbed up, the banging noise got louder. It was coming from the direction of Gopi's room. As I got near to the room, I started to hear the now all too familiar Gopi's grunts and whimpering moans of a girl. I felt my heart burn when I started to put things together in my mind. The banging sounded just like the headboard of the bed hitting the wall and it sounded much like Gopi was having sex with someone. And only people that could be at home with Gopi at that time was Divyanka or a babysitter. From the moans it sounded most likely, Gopi was fucking his new babysitter.

"Oh no!" I said as I ran to the door of Gopi's room.

The door to the room was opened wide and the sounds of sex were clearly coming from Gopi's room. Instead of running in, I slowly leaned in to see what was happening. The bed was facing opposite to me and the first thing I noticed was Gopi's naked ass moving up and down fast. There were two beautifully toned long legs spread apart outside his hammering pelvis. Those legs were the only visible parts of the poor victim as Gopi's huge body covered the whole body the girl. Their joined sexes were drenched in liquids and there was a large wet stain on the bed sheet as her pussy poured out her excitement. Her deep red pussy was stretched around the large cock as he plunged in and she seemed to be very tight as her opening held tight on to his cock and got pulled out a bit every time he pulled out. From the look of her sexy legs, tight vagina and soft feminine moans, I concluded that it was definitely a young girl that Gopi was ravaging. When I looked up, I saw that that Gopi was holding down the girl's hands at her head level by her wrists. Her placid fingers twitched every time Gopi plunged his cock hard in to her.

I moved in thinking that I should stop Gopi and save the poor girl from him. Right then, Gopi lifted his torso up by pushing on his arms while still holding the girl's wrists. By now I had moved enough to see them from their sides. My breath stopped when I saw the her face which was hidden until now.

"Oh my god, Divyanka!" I yelled. But I hardly made any sound in my state of shock.

My heart fell when I saw the face of Divyanka. She had her eyes closed tight while whimpering with each thrust. Tears were running down from the corners of her eyes and she had her head turned to side refusing to even face Gopi. Her body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and her breasts were shaking from the brutal thrusts as he buried his cock in to her. She indeed was a beautiful woman. There wasn't a hint of extra fat on her body. Her usually neatly combed hair was a mess and some strands stuck matted to her face with sweat.

I ran in and grabbed Gopi from his sweaty shoulders to pull him away from his whimpering mother. She was the last person in the world that he should be force. When I grabbed on to his shoulder to pull him away, from the corner of my eye, I saw a big hand coming in to my face. I got knocked out for about a minute and woke up on the floor to the sound of Divyanka calling my name while getting pounded by Gopi.

"Megha..ugh..are you hurt?aah.don't worry.ugh .please go.mmgh. you can't stop him.ugh," Divyanka said while looking at me worriedly.

I slowly got up and looked at them. Gopi was concentrating on thrusting his cock in to his mother. He was so caught up in it; he was drooling from his mouth on to Divyanka's chest. Tears ran down from her eyes as she looked at me and gave a reassuring nod to let me know it was alright to leave. Right then Gopi grabbed her chin to turn her head and kissed her hard while thrusting harder and deeper in to her womanhood. I could hear her muffled moans and protests from their sealed lips. When I stood up, I noticed that all around the floor were shredded reminiscence of her clothes. Her body writhed in discomfort or pleasure, as he thrust his big cock deep in to her pussy. From her facial expressions and the twitching of her whole body when he bottomed out his cock, I guessed that he was hitting her cervix. At that moment he was just a wild animal that was trying to breed a female. In his lust crazed mind, even his own mother was another object of pleasure. Between all her muffled protests, moans and grunts; I heard Divyanka gag. From the way Gopi had his head turned while locking his mouth on to her, I knew that Gopi was drooling saliva in to her mouth. She struggle a bit to free her mouth from his lock. When her throat moved inside her neck right after a loud gag and a cough, I knew Divyanka was being forced to swallow. Gopi must have used the same little dirty secret he used on me before. During our kissing sessions, when I refused to swallow his saliva, he sometimes reached in with his tongue and licked my uvula. This made me gag hard and swallow whatever that was in my mouth right after that. Her eyes fluttered and her throat moved as Gopi made her gag and swallow his saliva again and again. It was a bizarre scene to watch a mother being thoroughly fucked by her own son while being subjugated to perverted acts.

I walked out of the room closing the door behind me. Still, the loud banging on the wall continued without missing a beat. My stupidity had led a mother to be fucked by her own son and a son to fuck his own mother. I went there to tell what really had happened. But after witnessing that, I didn't have enough courage to tell a mother that got fucked by her son that I was to blame.

Soon I heard Gopi's grunting and Divyanka's now very loud moans. They had stopped kissing. In a minute, her moans changed in to loud groans, and I knew that Gopi was making Divyanka orgasm. Then the banging got faster and Gopi groaned loud. He was inseminating his own mother. The bed hit the wall few more times as he dug his cock deep in to Divyanka's womb to shoot in the last spurts of his cum, the womb he was conceived. After about five minutes silence, the door opened and Divyanka came out wearing one of Gopi's shirts. I could see a stream of cum dripping down her left inner thigh as she slowly came to me to sit beside me. We hugged each other and cried for a long time without saying anything. Divyanka lifted her head and asked me.

"He fucked you also didn't he?" Divyanka asked while looking at my eyes.

It looked like she had figured out why I suddenly requested few days off and whose torn panties were beside Gopi's bed. So I just nodded.

"Oh my god, honey, I'm sorry. I don't know what had happened to Gopi. As the mother I'm at fault for what you had to go through. I can't forgive myself. I failed as a mother," Divyanka said loudly.

For the ever shame of my life, I couldn't find courage to tell her that it was my fault that Gopi turned up like this. But I vowed myself that I would stick with Divyanka in this and not abandon her.

"I understand if you go to the authorities Megha," Divyanka said while looking at me.

"No Divyanka, it's not Gopi's fault. He doesn't know what's right and wrong. He just followed his desires. I cannot blame him for that," I said to let Divyanka know that her son would not end up in an asylum.

"Thank you. Thank you. You are like my own daughter," Divyanka said while hugging me.

Then we told each other what had happened. I omitted the parts about me dressing sexy or kissing him. I did tell her that I left the parental lock in the TV off, by mistake and he had watched porn after that. That was enough to explain Divyanka her son's change of personality. I got to know that, in the morning; Gopi had suddenly tried to French kiss Divyanka while in the living room. When she refused his strange request, he had become violent. Finally, fearing that he would hurt himself, Divyanka had consented to kiss him. But after the kiss, he had carried her in to his room and had fucked her. She had tried to resist at first, but like me, she too had gotten fucked to submission. Since the morning, he had being fucking her while giving her no rest. She was amazed at how he was able to have sex continuously for hours like that. Within six hours, he had cum in her four times and she had lost the count of her orgasms after ten.

Then we discussed about what to do. Divyanka guessed that he would be like that till he gets the horniness out of his system. After much thought, she decided to offer her body for that purpose and that was the least she can do as the mother. I decided to help her in that too. She refused at first and didn't want anyone else to suffer, especially since I was still young and had a whole life ahead of me. But after much persuasion, she agreed.

 

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We got surprised when Gopi came to us as stood watching both of us. He was looking at us as if he was trying to choose one. After a moment, he grabbed Divyanka's arm and tried to pull her toward his room. It looked like he preferred his mother's body to mine. After seeing her naked, I wouldn't blame him too. She was a matured woman at her peak. Her sexual appeal was the real deal. But I cut in and took his arm.

"Megha dear, you don't have to do this," Divyanka said while looking at me.

"It's ok Divyanka, don't worry. You really could use some rest," I said as I led Gopi to his room. He followed me obediently. He was satisfied as long as he was going to get some pussy from a pretty lady. In the room, I took off my clothes and lied on the bed on my back and spread my legs, offering my womanhood for his pleasure. Soon he was thrusting balls deep between my legs and I moaned in pleasure as the headboard started banging on the wall.

Next day I moved in to Divyanka's house and she took a month leave from her Job. Gopi's desires were unquenchable and he spent most of the day thrusting his cock in to me or Divyanka. Whenever he wanted a fuck, he would either carry us in to his room or fucked us where we were. It was a fucking roulette for Divyanka and me. Divyanka was having bad luck and her pussy was getting pounded at least twice more than mine. She had a more erotic body, but most importantly, she was more welcoming and caring towards Gopi in sex than me. So he preferred to have his dick buried in his mother.

So, in an effort to divert his attention from her a little, I started to wear sexy clothes again. He loved to pound in to me while I wore my short skirts and short dresses. His favorite was my pleated short skirt with any tight t-shirt. When I wore that, I got fucked till I was sore. Since he had a bad habit of surprising me and rip my panties to take me on the spot, I gave up wearing underwear at home altogether. And often, he liked to play the submission game, he played with me the first time. It wasn't strange to find Divyanka or myself with Gopi behind us sticking his cock in us while humping every time we tried to move or walk. And it always ended with us giving up and falling on the floor to get fucked to oblivion by Gopi. He was always super rough when he fucked us to submission, so we both always wanted to win this unwinnable perverted game.

He was a breast guy too. Sometimes after fucking and cumming in me or Divyanka, he sucked on our nipple while his ever hard cock still buried in us. He was squeezing and sucking on the nipple like he was breast feeding. Divyanka loved this and held his head to her breasts lovingly while encouraging him with a soft voice.

"That's it baby drink all you want. Just like you did long ago. Sorry but mommy is not making any milk yet," She whispered while holding his head like a baby, and I was confused with her word 'yet' in that sentence.

Not having been a mother or breast fed before, the whole sucking on my breasts like a baby thing was a little bit too awkward for me at first. But soon, I got used to it since being sucked hard on nipples while being plugged by a huge cock was more than enough stimulation to make me orgasm.

As a young girl, I enjoyed being fucked often by a big cock and cumming many times a day. But I didn't love it. It wasn't something I desired or wanted to happen. But one thing I loved was, watching Divyanka as she got roughly fucked. I could say that she was starting to really enjoy getting fucked on regular basis. I couldn't blame her as she had gone about ten years absent of sex before this. The way she received each thrust with an erotic moment in her pelvis and how her large breasts moved as she got fucked, were mesmerizing. Even if I was much younger, she had a more girly moan than I did. I loved listening to her moans while falling asleep at night, when Gopi snuck in to her bedroom beside mine to fuck her whole night. He did this only with Divyanka and if he wanted to fuck me in the middle of the night, he would carry me in bridal style to his room.

Moving in to Divyanka's home also gave me lot of time to talk and bond with her. We usually talked about many things while we were in the kitchen. We never talked about the things Gopi did with our bodies. It was normal for the other one to watch as Gopi fucked one, but we never talked about it. It was normal for Gopi to come in while Divyanka and I talked and kiss one of us. It was his way of saying that he wanted to fuck that person. After the kiss, we would stand up and he would either manipulate our bodies in to a position he wants to pound in to our pussies or carry us in bridal style to his room. When he did this to me, I would just put my hands around his neck support and silently let him carry me. When it was Divyanka's turn, she would put her arms around his neck and would kiss him all the way to the room. When I just let Gopi fuck away at my pussy, she wrapped her long shapely limbs around him and moaned encouraging words with her soft voice. From the way she responded to Gopi using her body, I suspected that she was enjoying this whole scenario much more than she showed me she did.

One day in the morning, I peeked in to her bedroom to see how the mother and son were doing. The night before, Gopi snuck in to her bedroom and fucked her the whole night. The morning sun light was falling on to their bodies as they were already awake and were lying on the bed, facing each other. Divyanka was lying on her left side and was holding his head to her breasts as he kept sucking on it. Her long blond hair and her creamy smooth skin looked like made with gold, as the morning sunlight fell on her body. She was an art work. It was the first time I had seen such beauty from a woman. It wasn't just sexy, it was beauty in its purest form.

 

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While looking at her son with loving eyes as he drank her imaginary milk, Divyanka let her right leg glide up on his right till her bent knee rested upon his hip. This exposed her dripping wet pussy and his rock hard penis. With her right hand, Divyanka grasped Gopi's throbbing cock and guided it in to his mother's wet opening. Her pink pussy lips opened up welcoming her sons cock and the head got lodged in her sex. While still sucking on her nipple, Gopi flexed his hip to bury his whole cock in to her wet depths in three strokes. Divyanka moaned loud with desire and held his lips tighter on to her nipple. Soon, his balls were slapping on to her pussy with each deep thrust and Divyanka was moaning with her mouth opened and eyes closed. She gyrated her pussy to return his thrusts and in few minutes, she was cumming. I could see her spread pussy lips pulsate around his cock as she peaked. Gopi kept on plunging his baby giver in to his mother's baby maker. He let go of her nipple and shared a deep soul bonding kiss with Divyanka while thrusting in with more power. Her moans soon turned in to girlish squeals as she neared her second orgasm. After her second orgasm, their privates were dripping wet and he pounded in to her with squelching sounds. Gopi suddenly rooted his cock in to Divyanka as deep as he could, and made Divyanka yelp. As he kept his cock buried deep and balls resting on her pussy, his balls started to pulse and Divyanka started moaning.

"That's it baby. Pour it all in to me. If you do a good job, I'll give you tasty milk to drink," Divyanka moaned as her son pumped spurt after spurt of baby batter in to her womb.

I figured that Divyanka definitely had an impregnation fetish. Still having those fantasies while her own son shoot cum in to her, was a little bit over the line to me. I left the two love birds to their love making as Gopi started thrusting in his hard cock again in to Divyanka's freshly seeded pussy.

Divyanka had a perfect hourglass body and when I made her wear some of my sexy clothes, she looked like a sex goddess. Whenever she wore those, Gopi fucked her the whole day in those clothes. So she tried not to wear sexy clothes much when she got sore from loving her son. I always tried to get her in to some sexy clothes as I loved to see her get sexed whole day. What I loved about those days were when at the end of the day after being fucked by Gopi the whole day; Divyanka entered a really horny state. Normally those days ended when she climbed on Gopi and rode him while screaming to cum in her and make her pregnant.

I always thought, those talks about impregnating her were just words told in the heat of the moment, but later found out that she meant every word she said. After three weeks, Divyanka came to me and told that she was pregnant with Gopi's baby. I was shocked to hear that because I obviously though she was on birth control, like a sensible woman. Having sex with her own son was edgy enough, but getting pregnant by him? She explained that after getting fucked by her son for hours the first time, she was starting to worry about pregnancy as she wasn't using any birth controls. Then later she felt that she wanted to give birth to another baby before she got too old. As a mother, she had failed to give birth to Gopi as a healthy person. So she decided that if she was going to have another child, it was going to be Gopi's. It was her way of repenting for failing as a mother for Gopi, and a retry to give at least his child a normal life. After hearing that, instead of disgust, I started to admire her love and conviction as a mother.

That night, when I took out my birth control pills to drink one, I kept looking at them and started to think. In the beginning it all started as an act of sympathy. Still I felt like that. But after having sex with Gopi and cumming so many times, something was growing inside my heart. Something strong enough to overwhelm the love I had for Pankaja. I watched in disbelief, as my arm turned and dumped all the pills in to the toilet.

As I walked toward Gopi's room, I kept saying myself that this was just an act of sympathy. I shed all of my clothes at the door and crawled in to his bed. Before this, I had never initiated the sex act. It was always him that took me. It was him that always fucked my pussy, I never fucked him back. But that night, it was I who crawled in to his bed naked.

Gopi was sleeping naked and I leaned in and took his soft penis in to my mouth. As I started sucking his penis in to my mouth, it started to get hard with the feeling of wet heat and suction my mouth was providing. He woke up from his sleep to see me bobbing my head up and down between his legs. He lifted his torso up quickly to see what I was doing. When I raised my gaze to see his face, I noticed that he had an expression of pleasure and confusion. He must have been confused about what I was doing to him, but it must have felt good enough not to stop me. I kept looking at his eyes while I carried on my blowjob. My mouth kept sucking on his member, while my tongue massaged the underside of it. I used one hand to play with his big balls and he started to groan in pleasure. He leaned back on to the bed and put his hand on the back of my head. I knew he was going to take over. His idea about sex was, him thrusting his cock in to something. So, while holding my head in place, he started to thrust up his pelvis and fuck my face. It was slow and gentle at first, like he was testing the water. Then he started to speed up. I put my hands on each of his thighs to grab on for the ride and as a way to push my head up if he got too rough. Soon, his penis head started to hit the back of my throat painfully. I was on my knees, and brought them closer toward my head to give more angle to my upper body. This lined up my throat with his thrusting cock and he entered my throat. The room got filled with squelching sound as he thrust in to my throat again and again.

Saliva started to flow down his penis, coating it with more lubricant. Luckily, with every thrust, he pulled his cock out of my throat, enabling me to breath. When he thrust deep in to my throat, I felt my chin hit on his soft scrotum. As my head shook wildly with his hard pumping, my hair started to fly everywhere. Soon, my long blond hair fell all around my head, hiding the sex act of his cock and my mouth, to the outside world.

 

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After sometime, I started to feel Gopi's thrusting speed up and his groans started to get louder. Then he grabbed my head tight and pushed me down hard on to his cock. I felt my chin rest on his scrotum and his cock get lodged deep up my throat. As he kept my head pushed on to his pelvis, he started to cum. By then, I was struggling for air and was gagging on his pulsating cock in my throat. This massaged it encouragingly to cum more and more. I pushed my hands against his thighs to get free, but I was too weak at that point. While my lungs burned with lack of air, he kept pumping more on more cum straight in to my stomach. Just as when I was about to black out, he let go of my head and I pulled my head out gasping for air. I fell on the bed while breathing hard for my life as my oxygen depraved lungs greedily filled themselves with much needed air.

After I caught enough breath, I opened my eyes to find Gopi's face hanging over mine with a worried look. I must have scared him from the way I was breathing for my life. He was caressing my head gently as he was looking at me. This was the gesture he used whenever he was apologetic. I accepted the apology and smiled to let him know that I was alright. I wasn't forgiving just the choking incident, I was forgiving everything that he made me or forced me to do. This lifted the ban against him I had in my heart and it opened my heart for him. As if he could understand, he leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss. It wasn't the usual rough deep kiss. It was a gentle lovers' kiss. It was a soul bonding kiss.

When he pulled back his head again, I put my hand gently on his cheek and said, "Gopi, I want you to be the father of my first baby."

He looked at me with a confused face. I knew I had to say it in a way he understood. I moved myself to the middle of the bed, and lied down on back with a pillow under my head. Then while raising my knees, I spread my legs apart as much as I can before extending my inviting arms to say,

"Fuck Megha."

The message was simple, loud and clear. He literally jumped on to me while giggling with pleasure. He was already hard and I was dripping wet between my legs. After an extreme amount of experience in plunging his cock in to tight pussies, he found the mark and buried his cock in to me while he landed. I yelped loud as he buried more than half of his cock in to me in that one stroke. While smiling, he started to lick my face. He was definitely very happy about my change of attitude. Until then, I was a passive partner when I had sex with him. Now I was actively engaging with him sexually. I was giggling from the ticklish licking of my face and neck. He was like a happy little puppy.

I wrapped my small arms around his wide back and brought up my slender long legs to place my heels on his buttocks.

"Show me how happy you are," I said as I dug my heels on to his ass and urging to push his cock deeper inside me.

Gopi took over the controls and started to deliciously pound in to me. I was feeling at least ten times more pleasure compared to our sex before. I moaned loud, surprised by the unbelievable pleasure his cock made me experience. My mental acceptance had made the ordinary sensation of 'being fucked' in to a 'being loved' sensation. Every time he plunged deep and stretched me with his big cock, he was taking me on a ride in heaven. In fact, he was bringing the heaven itself to between my legs. I was now throwing my hip up to fuck him back while pushing my heels in to his back, urging him to thrust harder. I was orgasming in my mind every time he plunged his love pole in to me. And they were much better than the usual orgasms I had been having.

As my mouth produced throes of pleasure, my body writhed and twisted in a sensual way to love the body of the amazing man that was giving me those unimaginable pleasures. Then, I realized why Divyanka looked so happy and even let Gopi impregnate her even if he was her own son. Any women would gladly accept the seed of any man that could make them happy like this. Apparently, that included mothers too.

Soon, I was starting to feel something big coming. A pleasure that was incalculable when compared with the pleasures I had ever felt in my life. It came like a tsunami, and when it hit, my mind literally short circuited with the over load of pleasure. My whole body was trembling violently as I screamed like a mad woman with a loud speaker. Gopi kept on his pile driving undeterred and my orgasm went on and on without stopping. I was lost in a world where everything was made of lust and pleasure. Then I felt my whole body start to burn up as Gopi started shooting his lava hot cum straight in to my cervix. He wasn't just cumming in me. This time he was impregnating me. Realizing this brought a new level of orgasms and I screamed,

"That's it baby, breed me. Shoot that baby in to me. Make me a mother. Make me a mother."

Even after Gopi pulled out, I was still getting wrecked with one orgasm after another. I curled up in to a fetal position and rode out each one while screaming profanities. Gopi lay beside me and held me close as I went through all those mind breaking orgasms. After the orgasms calmed down, I fell in to a deep sleep in Gopi's arms.

Next morning, while eating breakfast, Divyanka was looking at me with a wide grin.

"So, I heard that there's another baby coming in to this family," She said in a teasing manner.

It looked like I was too loud the night before. So I gave a shy nod. She gave a light kiss on my lips as said "You'll be a perfect mother for my Gopi's child."

In couple of days, Divyanka went back to work and I was alone with Gopi. I spent whole days naked as Gopi was fucking me non-stop. It was almost as if he knew, and was trying to breed me. Those weeks went past me as I spent most of it in an orgasmic blur. After keeping my womb constantly filled with his seed for three weeks, Gopi managed to make me pregnant and I started to get morning sickness. The act of kindness that started as showing him a girl's body, ended up with me happily carrying his child within me.

 

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As Divyanka's and my once flat bellies started to swell with Gopi's children, his wild lust started to fade away. Maybe after witnessing two beautiful women carrying his children, his body might have given his brain the mission accomplished signal. He was still capable of fucking us to submission, but that was only if we consented. Now he was a gentle lover. If we resisted in anyway, he didn't push us. Now it was Divyanka and I were the ones that were crazy with lust. The pregnancies made us super horny all the time. So it was very common to see either me or Divyanka, leading Gopi to his or our room to get orgasms pounded out of our womanhood.

The pregnancy started to mold my body from a girl to a woman. My breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks started to fill out nicely as my belly grew. The pregnancy was starting to do wonders on Divyanka already sexy body. She was a walking symbol of fertility. We noticed that we looked at each other in a more sexual way now. The horniness caused by the pregnancy played a big part in it and soon I experienced my first same sex experience. One day when Gopi was feeding his cock in to my pussy, Divyanka climbed on to the bed naked and started to kiss me and suck on my breasts. For me this was a dream coming true. Even if I wasn't in to girls, I was really attracted to Divyanka's personality and super sexy body. She was an excellent kisser and did wonders with her tongue and fingers in my pussy. Soon, we were regularly having threesomes with Gopi and I felt like I was living in a dream. I couldn't get enough of Divyanka's body. Sometimes I licked her whole body from top to bottom, just to appreciate her beautiful body. Sometimes, I fingered her roughly just to hear her sweet soft moans. Sometimes I was leading Divyanka to my bedroom to have a private session of love with just the two of us.

One day, Pankaja came to visit and saw our pregnant bodies. He didn't even ask who the fathers were and left us forever, telling that we were both sluts. I think he was more than happy with the situation that he got to get me and Gopi out of his life and move in with his secret girlfriend at his new workplace. I got to know about his secret relationship from my friend, the day I dumped all the birth control pills in to the toilet.

As the child in my womb grew, the strange feeling I had for its father started to grow stronger and stronger. Gopi was starting to act more and more like a caring husband. His linguistic abilities were also improving greatly for some reason. Gopi, Divyanka and I were a happy little family and within me and Divyanka grew the new members of that happy family.

As Divyanka and I entered the later terms of our pregnancies, Gopi was being very gentle with us. He didn't pound deep in to us anymore. In those times, Divyanka and I gave lot of blow jobs to him. Gopi and Divyanka were both delighted when she started producing breast milk. Her already large breasts became huge with pregnancy and she loved breast feeding Gopi; who was now always thirsty. Soon I also started producing milk and my breasts had grown by this time. I had my first experience at breast feeding while Gopi was pumping his seed in to me. It felt like he was sucking the very life out of me through my breasts while pumping his life juice in to me. I was lucky enough to experience a mind shattering orgasm during my first breast feeding.

After much hard work, we managed to convince him that a part of him was swelling in our belly. After that, he always pointed at our swollen bellies said 'Little Gopi'. I still don't think he knows that it was his amazing fucking that put those children in to his mother and brother's former girlfriend.

After sometime, our little family was completed with two healthy children. Parts of Gopi continued living a life that he never had. Divyanka wants to have another baby as soon as she can with Gopi. I also want that, but I needed improve my career at my new job. So bringing another part of Gopi in to the world will have to wait.

As I watched the child with an adult body playing around with two other children, I realized what the strange feeling that overwhelmed everything in my life that I had about Gopi was.

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It was Love.

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#Kajal Aggarwal in Ashram part -- 3

Master-ji: There is only one way we can get rid of these snakes. We need to offer them milk and they might drink and move away, otherwise any moment they can attack us.

I also thought that's a good idea and probably the only way to get out of this dreadful situation.

Ramlal: But Master-ji, I have to go out to bring milk for snake, but they are on the doorway and surely would bite me if I try doing something silly.

Me: Right Master-ji. No one can go out. Then what to do?

Master-ji thought for a while and then said, "Madam, you can only save us from this situation."

Me? I was very astonished. How can I help out this situation?

Master-ji: Madam, you have the natural milk. Please get out some milk and feed these snakes, then only the snakes might go.

I was simply dumbstruck!

What does this old ruffian mean? I need to squeeze out milk from my breasts for these snakes! I was getting confused. But due to this awful situation, I could not even work out in my mind of an alternative too. There were droplets of sweat on my exposed breast area and I could realize I was sweating more throughout my body due to this abnormal situation I am in.

Master-ji: Madam, please think with a cool head. Milk will satisfy these snakes and we might be saved. It will take only some minutes for you to get it from your breasts.

Ramlal: Madam, please. I also have a bowl here for my eating purpose in which you can get out the milk.

I understood the situation, but since I was childless till then, milk formation was not there in my breasts. These two males did not know that. I had no other way but to reveal that to Master-ji.

Me: Master-ji, I mean err... I do not have a child till now. So, you can understand probably that...

Master-ji was witty enough to get what I meant and exclaimed, "Oh! I can understand Madam, but then the only hope is also gone!"

I was so thankful that Master-ji understood me at once, but that rascal Ramlal was after me.

Ramlal: But Madam, I have heard if proper sucking is done on the breasts, unmarried females can also produce milk.

Me: Just shut up! Master-ji, please...

Master-ji: Ramlal, don't talk rubbish. What do you mean? You will suck Madam's breast and milk will come out? Milk will only form in Madam's breasts after she gets pregnant at least once. Didn't you hear that Madam has not been pregnant till now.

I was feeling very embarrassed, as Master-ji instead of speaking in general terms, told Ramlal using my direct example. Me being a matured married woman could not escape the heat hidden in those words and was feeling the womanly tightness in my boobs. I could not look directly to Master-ji in some shame and had to adjust my bra from the sides to accommodate my heavy breathing.

Simultaneously I was sweating profusely and my white bra was now very clearly visible over my blouse and below also, I began to look indecent, as the thin layer of petticoat was now soaked with drops of sweat on my thighs. I looked down from the corner of my eyes and realized that my petticoat was clinging to my well-formed thighs in a lewd manner. I pulled and jerked the cloth of the petticoat in a reluctant way so that it did not look very obvious to these males.

One thing was puzzling for me that the snakes were not approaching us; they both remained stationed at the doorway only. They were gently swaying their heads standing in an upright position. And due to their strategic position it was impossible for anyone of us getting out of this room without being bitten by them.

Ramlal: But Master-ji, then what to do?

There was silence for a while and then Master-ji came up with an idea, which was the most bizarre and weird I have ever heard.

Master-ji: Eureka!

The old man almost jumped and both Ramlal and me were surprised seeing his reaction.

Master-ji: Please listen to me carefully Ramlal. You can save us.

Ramlal looked equally puzzled as me.

Master-ji: Listen to me carefully. I can see only one way of getting the milk and get rid of these snakes. But since Madam does not yet have developed milk in her breasts, I have this plan.

He paused. I wondered what he is up to!

Master-ji: Madam, these snakes will not be able to differentiate between milk and a white liquid. So what I feel is we can fool the snakes with a white liquid, which is not actually milk. Ramlal, you will masturbate here and pour your fluid in the bowl and we will fool the snakes with that white solution.

There was pin drop silence in the room, only the slight hissing of the snakes could be heard. I did not know what to say. Even though I appreciated in my mind the idea, but looking at the practical angle was highly scared. An unknown middle-aged lower class male will masturbate in front of me, a grownup lady of 28; that too married!

I was truly feeling very edgy and uncomfortable now and could not counter also as I do not have any alternative way to get rid of this situation. Giving milk to snake to get rid of them seemed to be the wisest decision to me.

Ramlal: Master-ji, will it work?

Master-ji: Nothing works, Ramlal, till we try. Madam, I know it will be somewhat uncomfortable for you, but as you do not have the milk in your breast, you can also realize...

Me: I can understand Master-ji.

What would I say more? The very thoughts of this idea was giving me a wild turn on and more so as I was not fully dressed also for a long time now.

Master-ji: Ramlal, do not waste time, as anytime the snakes may proceed to us.

Ramlal: Master-ji, how can I do it fast? I need the time. I need to think.

At this comment, I could not stop laughing and Ramlal probably was encouraged seeing me reacting positively to such a 'hot' issue.

Ramlal: Madam, this man will not be able to remember when he last did 'that', and he is telling me to do it fast.

I again giggled at his comment, which I knew I should not, but I was somehow feeling quite aroused at this development. Little did I know that the medication, which I took just before leaving the ashram with Uday, also had its effect on me.

Master-ji: Okay, okay, if needed I will show you what I can still do.

Ramlal: You will surely get a heart attack Master-ji. Am I wrong Madam?

I had to smile and nod at this lower class filthy discussion. Ramlal was now about to start and I was having a pounding in my heart with my nipples fully taut within my bra. Ramlal turned to the wall and took off his lungi, now he was in his underwear and vest only. I saw he took both his hands towards his crotch and started with the process facing the wall. He was time and again turning his head looking at the door too at the snakes.

After some moments he confessed reality.

Ramlal: Master-ji, I cannot think of anything at all. The scariness is more in my mind due to these snakes. My lund is not getting erect Master-ji.

There was silence. Ramlal was facing us now and he was holding on to his dick within his underwear and I could clearly make out its position. His underwear was of thin material and I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana.

Master-ji: Hmm. What to do then? Madam?

I had nothing to say and before I could say anything also Master-ji bowled me over.

Master-ji: Okay Ramlal, do one thing. You look at Madam and try to masturbate. Seeing a female should help you.

Me: What?

Master-ji: Madam, if looking at you can help him, let him. We need the milk that's all.

Me: But Master-ji this is absolutely...

I was feeling so ashamed that my voice choked. My feeble resistance was not enough to stop these males.

Master-ji: Madam please cooperate. Madam, if you feel very shy, you can do one thing, you can turn to the wall and Ramlal will see you from behind and try to masturbate.

Ramlal: Yes Madam, I will try this.

The rascal was now smiling very wickedly. Seeing no other alternative, I agreed and went a couple of steps towards the wall and turned my back to Master-ji and Ramlal.

I was almost tongue-tied as I had never been in such a state before or after marriage. I did notice on road or at gatherings males staring at my erect boobs or my swaying hips, but not such deliberate thing ever happened. Ramlal must be gaping at my full ass now as I was facing the wall. I remembered while I was combing my hair in our bedroom once, my husband commented 'looks a big ripe pumpkin darling' looking at my petticoat-covered ass. I do not know if Ramlal was thinking the same. My petticoat string was tied just at the curve of my waist to my hips. I wish today I had tied it a bit up towards my navel. My bulging ass cheeks must be appearing very alluring and more so as my panty had long ago curled like a rope in my ass crack.

Ramlal: Madam, you look so beautiful from the backside. Thank god, you are not wearing the sari, it covers so much of your treasure.

Master-ji: Madam, Ramlal is so correct. You back is very attractive.

Master-ji also now joined Ramlal in praising my figure. I had nothing to say and could only utter, "Please do it fast."

After a gap of few seconds, there was another request coming from that scoundrel Ramlal.

Ramlal: Madam, still I cannot concentrate, these snakes are moving their head so much that my eyes are going towards them.

Me: What can I do for that?

I was a bit irritated now, but Master-ji quickly controlled the situation.

Master-ji: Ramlal, you come close to Madam and I will keep an eye on the snakes. Don't fear. Madam, you also help him a bit to masturbate quickly.

Me: What more shall I do?

Master-ji: Madam, you can do a lot. Right now, you are only standing like a statue Madam. I think if you can be a little bit cooperative and can just err... I mean if you can move your waist in rhythm, the work will be easier for Ramlal.

Me: What do you mean Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam nothing much. Just as the snakes are constantly shaking their heads and keeping an eye on us, you just hold the wall and move your waist rhythmically just like a dancer. Madam, please consider the situation for Ramlal also – these poisonous snakes behind and we are asking him to...

Me: Okay, okay I understand.

And what did I understand? That I have to sway my petticoat-covered hips in rhythm so that this scoundrel Ramlal gets excited and get his lund erect. I thought it's no use wasting time and started as Master-ji suggested. I lifted both my arms slightly upwards at the level of my eyes and held the wall and started moving my hips in a flowing way. I remember my school days when I used to be in dance class and that experience is coming handy today!

Master-ji and Ramlal both exclaimed with positive reactions at my hip movement and I had to tell them that in my teenage days, I used to take dance lessons. I turned my head for a second and saw Ramlal was in close proximity now, and his eyes were glued to my swinging ass. I was feeling very, very hot now doing all this. I continued with my gyration and heard deep breathing of Ramlal at my back, as there was hardly any sound in the room. I myself was getting horny now and was feeling the tightness in my bra, as the very idea of myself moving my ass like a dancer to get a male masturbate!

After some moments I heard nothing and felt restless and turned towards Master-ji and Ramlal. I realized that my pussy had started flowing fluids due to the heat generated in me from this abnormal, but erotic situation. I simply blushed seeing Ramlal's erect lund looking like a protruding rod within his underwear and he was constantly stroking it with both his hands. It was looking certainly very tempting to me, and for that matter, to any matured woman this is a very welcome sight. Ramlal was slightly taken by surprise by my turning to him and he stammered.

Ramlal: Its err... not done yet Madam.

 

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I was getting thrill now from the situation and I felt like being naughty. I wondered how this was happening within me? I am such a homely housewife, so conservative in dressing and approach, so shy about exhibitionism, so sensitive to male touching and groping; little did I know that the medication was also guiding my senses now. Looking directly to Ramlal's eyes for the first time probably, I smiled.

Me: How long will it take Ramlal?

Master-ji: Madam, I think he needs a little more assistance from you.

Me: Tell me that Master-ji, I am not an astrologer, I cannot read his mind.

I could not take my eyes off Ramlal's erect dick. I was feeling really hot now seeing that 'ready rod', and I was breathing heavily, my body getting taut for that lund.

Master-ji: Madam, you just continue your semi dancing posture, and please allow Ramlal to touch you on your...

Master-ji deliberately left the sentence incomplete to see my reaction, he was an experienced man and readily saw that I had little objection, as by now I was in full womanly 'heat'.

Master-ji: Madam, I promise he will not touch you anywhere else. I think this will readily get his fluids out of him.

In normal circumstances, I would have given a tight slap if a male wants to touch me on my ass, though it's not that unknown males have never touched me there. In the crowded trains or buses, I had no doubt felt their hands over my sari or salwar on my firm globes, both upper and lower, but it cannot be compared to today's incident.

Honestly I felt like being touched now. I even felt like removing my blouse and bra completely because of the heat in the room and also within my body. It not only made my bra wet with sweat, but also my heaving flesh was trying to as if break the shackles of my undergarment. I readily agreed to the proposal, but obviously tried not to show that.

Me: Okay Master-ji, as you say, but please do it fast.

I turned to the wall again and started to swing my hips like a dancer holding the wall in front of me. This time I was more eager to do this action and swung my hips more in a circular fashion. I must be looking awfully vulgar being a woman with a matured figure doing this hip movement wearing a blouse and petticoat and hence naturally Ramlal was also up to the task in a flash and I felt his grip on my right ass check almost instantaneously.

Ramlal: What a gaand you have Madam. It's so smooth and firm.

Master-ji: When it looks so good, must be good in taste also.

I heard Master-ji and Ramlal's chuckles. Ramlal was pinching hard on my macro-sized bottoms each time I swung my hips to the right and to the left. His pinches fell on my ass cheeks, just covered by the thin petticoat, as my panty had already bunched up to my ass crack and I was quite sure Ramlal could feel that with his fingers and readily identified that only the thin layer of cloth was separating his fingers from touching a lady's naked ass cheeks.

Master-ji: Madam, you are looking too sexy from the back. Ramlal, you are so lucky.

Ramlal: Master-ji, you do not see these things at this age and better keep an eye on the snakes.

We all laughed at his comment. I was laughing shamelessly stirring my round bottom and getting pinched there at random by that scoundrel. I thought if someone pulls up my petticoat to my waist, my ass cheeks would surely look red by this vigorous pinching. My pussy was all wet by now and had a heavy flowing. I realized soon that Ramlal had taken both his hands off his dick and was stroking my gaand now. He cupped my each ass cheek in each palm and was squeezing those like an air horn, as I swung my ass with more force now due to his rough fondling.

Master-ji: Ramlal, be quick, the snakes are advancing!

There was an alert from Master-ji. I do not know whether Ramlal at all heard it, as he was so much engrossed in crushing my gaand with both hands. I was writhing in ecstasy due to this male fondling on my very sensitive organs, the ass and was muttering in sexual pain. I just then felt Ramlal had taken his palms off my gaand and I thought he must have heard Master-ji's alert.

No way. Ramlal was now demanding more! Till such time he was touching and squeezing me and now without even taking permission, he started pulling my petticoat up from my back exposing my fair legs.

Me: What are you doing. Stop. Stop. Master-ji!

I was enjoying every bit of his touching over my clothes, but now I was suddenly afraid of getting molested by this ruffian. Before I could offer a substantial resistance, he took the advantage of being at my back and lifted my petticoat almost to my thighs and grabbed my thighs with his rough hands. His fingers were touching the naked skin of my midthigh almost and he buried his face on my round ass. It was a very sensuous position for me. A male grabbing me from behind, pulling my dress above my knees, touching me on my firm thighs, and at the same time rubbing his face on my gaand!

Master-ji did not interrupt and I had to be in this compromising position for some significant time meekly struggling. L

Lastly I cried out when that rascal bite me on my firm ass cheek over my petticoat and started poking his thick nose into my ass crack. My panty was already bunched up there and now he was thrusting his nose hard there and honestly that was a terrific feeling. Simultaneously his hands embraced my naked thighs under my petticoat.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

I could not take that any more and started cumming heavily. My whole body was writhing in sexual delight and the pad inside my panty was fully wet now. My resistance was getting weaker and Ramlal seeing the opportunity without any delay crawled his fingers over my silky thighs and went up and up to touch my most private organ. Though I was adequately covered by my petticoat on my hips and in the front too, Ramlal's hands made me naked inside.

I had sexual pleasures with my husband no doubt, but this was entirely different, a new sexual feeling as if due the abnormal situation buildup and the people. Ramlal also in no time had his fluids coming out of his lund and this time I had his 'lund darshan' also as he poured that hot white fluid into a bowl. This was the first time I was seeing a male dick apart from my hubby's! I could hear my heart beat seeing that black rod oozing the white fluid. Oh! What a site! All women love that, but not to go in waste like this, but to be in their honey pots.

I now tried to do mind control as Guru-ji advised me in the morning. I already had my first orgasm out of the total four I need in two days as per Guru-ji. I quickly adjusted my clothing, though there was not much left to do. Ramlal stood there half naked with his lund hanging like a banana again as his erection was gone due to the discharge. My condition was also like Ramlal's penis, fully exhausted.

Master-ji now took the bowl from Ramlal and kept a safe distance and offered his semen to the snakes and to my utter disbelief the snakes started sipping that! But after gulping some, they lifted their heads from the bowl and thankfully turned back and left the room quietly. We all were so relieved and the whole episode ended there.

Not much happened after that, except for Master-ji did give me a better fitting blouse tallying the measurements noted in the notebook and I wore that in front of these two males taking my present blouse off and giving them a clear view of my fair, smooth back and midriff, the only cover being my bra strap, and then I wore my sari, and before I left...

Master-ji: Okay Madam, all's well that ends well. We are saved from the snakes. Thanks for your cooperation. But do let me know if you feel a problem with this new blouse. I will send a couple more through Uday.

Me: Thanks Master-ji.

Master-ji: And Madam, when you get time from ashram in the afternoon, you can come down here and I can solve the problem with your panty also.

I nodded and came out of the room. I was quite exhausted and feeling pretty much ashamed too about what happened just now in this tailor's room.

Uday came back to the tailor's place in another 10 minutes and till such time I had to tolerate Ramlal's ogling at my figure. Coming back to ashram first thing I did was to take a bath and the herbal waters seemed to work wonders for me. I was so fresh again and honestly felt like having another orgasm. Before that Nirmal came to take the pad, which I was wearing within my panty. He told that Guru-ji would replace a new one after each of my outdoor visit. I took rest in the afternoon after lunch and was time and again recapitulating what I did with Master-ji and Ramlal. My ears turned red as I thought of Master-ji taking my blouse measurements, me doing a half-dance for Ramlal's masturbation, and finally Ramlal's rough touches on my lower part of the body. I could not sleep properly due to these horny thoughts.

to be continued...

 

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Weekend Fun Story - 3

As long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened. A 25-year-old lady — Anu Sithara was trying hard to underplay these recurrent thoughts, on a chanced meeting with an Arab tycoon — who had her in Hello, five years ago.

She knew her desperate journey to a foreign land, in search of her missing husband won't be a hunky-dory — but she never thought this expedition would put her panty in jeopardy — again. The more she looked at him or tried not to look at him, the more she grasped that this fatal attraction or dreadful suffering wasn't solely her fault. He was damn sexy, actually.

The Arab He-Man — Prince Ayaan-bin-Haider had a kind of face that made her think of dirty things even in temples. True, he was into his early 50s, but still so muscular — without giving the impression that he worked out. Perhaps he was an oarsman. Or it could be tennis. Perhaps he chopped down trees. Anu Sithara had this sudden and inexplicably strong desire to watch Ayaan rowing his boat or quickly chop a few trees for her.

Wishful thinking is one thing — reality another. And the ironic reality of her life was that Ayaan wrecked her life after their 1st meeting. Anu Sithara can never escape the memories of that meeting. Perhaps some memories are like dark chocolates — bitter, yet addictive — so were the memories of that starry night.

The delicate moonlight on that night had just turned the world a-flame with silver when Ayaan approached her for the first time. It was a lavish dinner party celebrating her fathers' business success. As a curse of beauty — her sculpted figure drew Ayaan's fatal attention. She was just looking like a sin in a long skirl. Her curvilinear waist didn't surprise Ayaan as much as the saffron tint to her fair complexion.

Her crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw Ayaan staring at her. He smiled at her wickedly, and her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly. She caught herself blushing and rubbed her neck, needlessly.

When he came closer, Ayaan noticed every curve on her body from brow to ankle, an exact match to his kinks. Anu Sithara nuzzled him with her nose and her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed. Her every expression felt like it tugged at another string in his balls.

Anu Sithara didn't want to smile or blushes like a silly schoolgirl, but it was all happening on its own, as is she has lost control over her reflexes. In his closeness stars above glowed large like street-lamps. Each one was more of a sallow yellow orb than a brilliant pin-prick of white. She almost felt like being drugged in his closeness. Anu Sithara never had such a sudden and intense sexual attraction to any other man that she felt towards him.

It's not that Anu Sithara was a bitchy kind of girl— it's just perhaps one can't force chemistry to exist where it doesn't. In the same way — one can't deny it when it does. So, that night had inherited their natural chemistry with an intense sinful orientation.

"Sit on my lap, baby — it's your throne and I'll make you a queen of delight," Ayaan made an indecent proposal in his rude haughtiness — presuming he can buy anyone and everyone with hoards of his wealth — with his killer charms.

Anu Sithara sat — but on a chair opposite to him, which brought her eye to eye with this filthy prince. For a young girl like Anu Sithara, who drove her values and lifestyle from an orthodox background — his proposal was as radical, as asking dry leaves to fly like butterflies. Her deep black eyes and light skin both were burning — in contempt — in lust.

"No, thanks...!" retorted Anu Sithara, "I'm not a plaything — Mr. whoever," whispered Anu Sithara in a quivering voice, before stomping off.

Anu Sithara didn't give him an inch, but his manly charms bothered her. She didn't like things that upset her — which is why she was licensed to shoot most things that disturbed her. Unfortunately, humans were not on the list and sexual attraction was not considered a valid reason to shoot someone.

Another reason or a good inspiration to resist the irresistible temptation like Ayaan was love. Anu Sithara was freshly in love with her college sweetheart— Anil. Love is such a dramatic emotional force that it degrades all rival feelings, but love has very little to do with reason.

Though it's only intelligent people who make decisions on opportunity cost — Anu Sithara preferred Anil on emotions and **censored** the cost of her irrationality — when Ayaan hit back. And he struck hard on her dad, and family. Breaking the business partnership, Ayaan destroyed her dad's old family business — leaving him in debt — on a hospital bed.

Young and ambitious Anu Sithara with her prudent mother could fight with any challenge, but she lost her strength. Being loved by someone gives us strength, but her lover Anil chickened out — when threatened to death by Ayaan to walk away from her life.

Not only Anil — Ayaan covertly ensured that every decent family who would seek her hand for their son is just put in place.

Anu Sithara was smashed, yet she stood in dignity — a thousand glittering fragments, and each testifying — she was not a purchasable commodity. Life has a cruel mechanism to rent out unusable stuff.

Thus, a year later — Anu Sithara got married to Karan — an incompetent protégée of her dad, who stood an inch shorter and a decade older than Anu Sithara. Karan's age had qualified him to be a sugar daddy. However, he was hopelessly naïve and dreadfully pessimistic about life. Whereas, Anu Sithara was a tremendously vital person, interested in everything and everybody, in contrast to Ayaan's apparent indifference to anything except when he is going to get his next drink. Besides, soon Karan turned out to be as poor in bed — as in business.

What Anu Sithara had got at the cost of mighty Ayaan was too rueful. Yet, she tried to make lemonade out of the rare lemon life had offered her in this hopeless marriage. In a way, she developed feelings towards her husband. After all, he was the one who dared to marry her, despite all the odds.

Karan too loved her, but for him, Anu Sithara was too fascinating a dream — to dream. He could never conceive himself at par in this relation. Things soon lasted in a dark and long ally.

But suddenly and mysteriously things took a dazzling turn. Her dad found a huge 'mysterious' investment. With the help of some covert sleeping partner, their family business picked up marvelously from the verge of bankruptcy. Karan started affording her a better home, a new car, the jewelry, and clothes— every young lady adores. The success dramatically also boosted his self-esteem. But happy moments were as short-lived in Anu Sithara's life — as Karan's libido.

Her dad with his new partner was soon lured into establishing a new branch of their business abroad. He sent Karan there to manage an overseas business. To her mind, this would enable Karan to grow in self-esteem beyond her father's shadow. But, this was when Anu Sithara saw Karan last.

The soon Karan went abroad — all those mysterious investments also fled. Their domestic business crashed within months — next month Karan broke the same disastrous news about their foreign business.

 

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For the past two years, Anu Sithara was waiting for him — for his earnings. There was no clue to this mystery debacle of their foreign business — till Anu Sithara finally decided to visit Karan.

She embarked on the journey, wondering why Karan had vanished. But, onboarding the plane a big surprise came when Anu Sithara found the entire business class empty.

"Of season...?" exclaimed Anu Sithara to an air-hostess "is this why your airline sold me business class tickets at normal rates?"

"The prince...!" replied the air-hostess, with a mysterious blush, "the prince has booked the entire business class, Ma'am."

And there arrived the filthy prince himself. The prince — Ayaan-bin-Haider.

Anu Sithara felt the seat next to her cracking under his weight. Suddenly Anu Sithara felt the temperature in the airplane shooting above 50, as his warm gaze fell on her.

Anu Sithara was not the same woman he remembered from last time. Her eyes peered out through a wild tangle of hair like those of a cornered animal. Defiant and intense, but skittering around looking for escape at the same time. She was no more a living wet dream who robbed his sleep— still strikingly attractive. Though, Anu Sithara had played it down by wearing no make-up, a loose-fitting vintage dress, and flat sandals.

"Why ruining in mourning...?" Ayaan inquired in a sad voice, "gloom is eroding your sultry charms, baby."

"Just don't even pretend to wear mask of empathy...!" retorted Anu Sithara bitterly.

"All right. Then let me wear you—everyone says you suit me, well," replied Ayaan, with a vicious smile.

Anu Sithara didn't reply, but she felt his demanding gaze will melt her. Ayaan had an intense way of looking at her, the undercurrent of a smile hidden in his dark grey eyes. The slightly predatory way his gaze sweeps over her that brought a flush to her skin— that made her throat dry.

"Let's pretend for a moment that you find me sexy..." Ayaan made a proposition in his trademark husky voice, "Let's pretend for an hour that your very virtue is sorely threatened at this very moment."

"You're sexy..." Anu Sithara scoffed, "but imagining anything about you is like daydreaming a nightmare."

She had managed to dent his big ego again, but deep down she supposed the only thing worse than being pursued by a sinfully sexy, manipulative rake could be — to fell on his strong shoulders and cry.

"I can fuck you here, bitch— but I want you to submit this body of rose petals ..." replied Ayaan with a conviction of a soothsayer. "And you will. You're destined to die over my Arabian cock."

"No tax on daydreaming, Mr.," retorted Anu Sithara with a triumphant smile.

It was amazing that Anu Sithara could sport the smile a woman might wear in the sultry aftermath of lovemaking. Very few women possessed such effortless sensuality — a natural provocation to challenge male authority without saying a word — yet she was immune to its harm.

"Bitch..." replied Ayaan with a frown. Her smile disturbed him. Yet he liked her for fearlessness, as well as the layer of vulnerability beneath.

The soon Anu Sithara rose to leave the business class — grabbing her waist in his strong fist, Ayaan slammed her beautiful ass right in his laps. The very burning lap, where he invited her to sit —years ago.

"Leave me..." her voice muffled against his marble chest, "don't embarrass yourself, please. Just leave me."

"I will fuck you, little arrogant bitch. I will fuck, until I can feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my big fat cock," he whispered in her ear with a conviction of a soothsayer.

To her mortification, Anu Sithara felt a massive rigid erection under her like a new island is erupting in the ocean. She was still half-afraid to admit it's an erection. Despite the immense urge to slap him, or get her freed, Anu Sithara couldn't. Sitting on the tip of the volcano, Anu Sithara felt menaced. Part of her was paralyzed with apprehension—dismayed by her lack of bravery — and also by the sheer magnitude of Ayaan's body.

Then all at once he caught her hand, as if he could stand it no longer, and guided it down the tight grid of his belly, between the ridges of his hips. Anu Sithara gasped in shock when he dragged her hand up and down, up and down. Her eyes flew wide.

Ayaan's monster, still caged in his pants, was not the play-thing of a boy, not the weapon of a man—but a maypole of so enormous a standard that had proportions been observed. It must have belonged to a giant beast. Its prodigious size made her shrink. Yet she could not, without pleasure, behold, and even ventured to feel, such a length, such a breadth of animated ivory!

"Leave me or I'll shout," cried Anu Sithara—concealing her moan.

Those were the hardest few moments in her life on the verge of succumbing to his lust. She was achingly on the verge of giving in to him. Aware of the hardness in her fingers, of the steely flex of hard muscle about her. Of her tightly furled nipples pressed hard to the wall of his chest; of the burning wetness between her tightly closed legs. Never in her life, had Anu Sithara needed to starve her focus, to feed distraction.

And there she found a distraction in his eyes — in his eyes, he had the look of the cat—who only inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.

"Dare you to win a woman's heart with your all might? — loser!!" Anu Sithara dented his big ego, glaring in his eyes.

And her ploy worked to save her chastity, as Ayaan tossed her back on an empty seat.

Anu Sithara had resisted him again, declining whatever he offered amid the journey. His sexy charms — the immense lust that every pore of his body emitted — expensive gifts he presented, she declined everything. However, under that iron shield, she kept wondering throughout the journey how he can make her wet with his gaze alone, and she kept praying for the journey to last soon.

Cajoled by her willpower, she landed on airport. But she had to catch a cab since her dear hubby didn't bother to receive her at the airport. Just when she was getting inside a local cab, Ayaan stopped by her in his brand new Ferrari.

"All your good deeds are for the wrong reason..." said Ayaan with grim face, "but remember, wherever you will meet your God— you will find me in temptations...!"

"I know..." replied Anu Sithara with a teasing smile, "free cheese is always there in every mouse trap."

Anu Sithara watched furious Ayaan storming off the airport. It took her hours to spot Karan, hiding in a slum. The sight was so hurting when she entered a small one bedded dirty apartment. Karan's hand was over his eyes. He looked like a defeated soldier—ill and thin, living another day to lick his wounds.

"I've lost everything, Anu Sithara. Every penny — every hope..." without any pleasantries, Karan just broke this news on her, more like a warning, "some shrewd bastard has grilled me into a debt trap. I can't even leave the country."