Update 01
This is quite an interesting story.
It all started with an sterling revelation by a friend of Aman. Aman had a very good friend Rohit during my college days. They were best friends during the whole 3 yrs of graduation. Rohit used spend most of his time in Aman's apartment. They use to drink together, go out together. But one thing was Rohit never talks about his family or whenever the topic comes out he avoids it very swiftly.
Time passed on and Rohit started to spend more and more time in Aman's place. Weekends he totally stopped going to home. His excuse was always that he is studying @ Aman's place. Rohit is a excellent guy and very good friend. Aman didn't had many frineds and always liked having Rohit around. Otherwise its very boring to be alone in his apartments.
Finally their exams got overed and results came. They both scored very good marks. Rohit wasn't very bright student during his college days but scored good marks in graduation. He gave all credits to Aman who was a bright student all along. Rohit decided to go for higher studies abroad. He wanted Aman also to join him but Aman couldn't. Aman's parent expired when he was 16 only. He had to start looking after his buissness which is been mostly run by his father's trusted employees. It was time for him to concentrate on family buissness.
The faithful or unfaithful night happened 2 night before Rohit was to leave. Both of them decided to drink heavily on that night. It was weel past mid-night and they were still drinking. Rohit was totally out but Aman still was in control. In fact Rohit was drinking much more then Aman that night. He was not much in his sense.
They were talking and talking. Finally the topic moved to Family. Aman quickly realized Rohit is not diverting the topic but was quite. It was always a curiosity for him to know what is it that Rohit hides. But finally Rohit opened up.
"Aman God took your family and they gave me one which I dont want"
"Rohit you shouldn't say like this. Family is a family" Aman tried to protest.
"You dont know my family" Rohit replied with a very heavy voice.
"What is it? Rohit we can not avoid our family" Aman asked.
"If you know about my family you will change your opinion"
"No Rohit. You may not realize it because you have one. I realize it when I lost one"
"You dont know the truth man" Rohit replied.
"I still believe in family"
"Ok. would you believe a mother banging her son?" Rohit uttered words which shocked Aman to death. He didn't know what to say.
"what you mean by that Rohit"
"Yes 4 Yrs back my own mother and my chachi bangd me. They fucked me in the same room, infact same time" Rohit had tears in his eyes.
Aman just hold Rohit. Rohit was crying like hell. He all along kept this secret in his heart never telling anyone including his best friend. But tonight he couldn't control his emotions any longer.
"Rohit I dont know what to say" Aman could gather those many words.
"Aman I want to tell you what a whore family I have. My mother and widowed chachi forced into fucking them. In the house my father(Atul), mother(Sujata), youngest uncle(Bhavani) & his wife(Alka), my fathers younger brothers widowed wife(Juhi), my elder brothers wife(pooja), his unmarried SIL(Ankita), my widowed aunt's sister (Nisha, whose husband works in Dubai along with his elder brother). My father fucks all the woman and so do my uncle. You know Gigolo?? They often visits our house and fuck these woman. You know Naveen?" Rohit said.
"That Gym guy in our college?" Aman asked.
"He has fucked my mom and aunties many time. Each time they paid him"
"Are you serious Rohit"
"Serious?? Naveen once introduced Mom as his girl-friend to me. Till date he doesn't know I am her son."
"And she also didn't say anything?"
"She started to flirt with me infront of him"
"Rohit I still find it to believe"
"You know why I never took you to my house?" Rohit said.
"Obviously you didn't wanted me to know all these"
"Yes and also I know what will happened next. By any chance if they come to know the hunk in you they will bang you if you dont fuck them. See Aman dont take it otherwise but I know you are quite a hunk. In face Roshini once told me also she will miss her time with you in bed when she had to move to delhi. So if she was right in her words then my family woman will become your whores." Roshini is ex of Aman. They parted when she had to move back to delhi and they both decided not to have a distant relationship. She is the only girl Aman dated during college and they use to make out everyday in his place. Everybody, including Rohit thought they will eventualy be together but distance took them apart.
"Oh shit man I missed on lot" Aman teased Rohit.
"Really" Rohit looked @ him.
"Why not man"
"See Aman I dont mind anything. They are whores to me and if you want to fuck them I will introduce them to you" Rohit replied.
"I was just kidding" Aman said.
"No man I am serious. I dont mind if you fuck them. They are like another woman in the world. In fact keep all of them as your whore them. Fuck them whenever you want" Rohit said.
"Ok leave the topic" Aman said.
"No man. Before I leave I will introduce you with my Mom. I bet she come to you begging for your dick"
"Ok its getting late. Lets go to bed now. we have to do lot of shopping 2morrow"
Finally both of them went to bed. Aman was wondering what will happen if Rohit actually introduces him to his family and his family turned out to be like what he said. He was curious to know Rohit's family.
The day Rohit was to leave he was @ Aman's place. In fact in last 4 days he hasn't gone home once also. After dinner he decided to go home to get his thing. His flight was at 3AM and he needs to check-in to Airport before mid-night.
"Aman will you drop me @ Airport?" Rohit asked.
"Ofcourse Man" Aman replied.
So by round 9PM both of them reached Rohit's place. It was a big bunglow in posh locality of the town. Aman never knew Rohit belongs to such a rich family. When they entered servent told them no one is @ home except for Rohit's bhabie.
They were in Rohit's room when his bhabie Pooja came in. She was hot sexy bhabie. In her skimpy nighty she wasn't leaving anything for imagination.
"Hello Devarjee" She said standing next to the door and giving some sort of pose. Aman couldn't help but notice her figure and body. Her smooth legs, cleavage, thighs.....
"Hi Bhabie"
"Going somewhere?"
"Yeah. I haven't told anyone but my admission is on Monday so I am leaving by tonites flight" Rohit said as he was busy packing his last few things. Pooja now turned her look to aman who was admiring her body.
"Rohit oh Momma, Dad no onw knows. Let me call them"
"Bhabie plz I dont want nyone to know"
"Rohit that is mean"
"Plz bhabie"
"Ok. But I will see u off till Airport. There is no question" Pooja bhabie replied after a pause. Rohit could clearly sense Pooja's pussy must be drenching seeing Aman.
"Will be leaving in 15 mins" Rohit said.
Rohit was almost done with packing when Pooja came inside the room. She was wearing a jeans and a t-shirt. The t-shirt has written "suck them, they are juicy" just above her melons. It was so true.
"Man u are going to fuck my Sister-in-law. The bitch is in heat"
"Yeah Man. I hope u dont mind" Aman replied.
"U can fuck any of these bitches I dont mind. That includes my Mom"
By the time the horny bhabie came inside the room.
So finally Aman and Pooja dropped Rohit in airport. after usual hugging and talk he went inside the they also moved back.
On thw way neither of them talked but Aman took the car to his apartment. Pooja also didn't say him anything but followed him to his apartment.
Aman gave her glass of drink and took for him. They both went to the couch and seat next to each other. As soon as he took his seat he got a message. He looked at his mobile and it was from Rohit's.
"Already inside her pussy?" was the message.
"Not yet. But surely going to fill your bhabie's pussy tonite" Aman replied a text message to Rohit.
"All the best and bang her like a whore she is. Take care and I will call you once I reach" Rohit replied.
Aman kept his mobile back and shifted his concentration to the sexy lady back. when he looked little down her jeans buttons were open exposing top of her pink panty. Aman's eyes light up looking at it. The game is going to begin soon and the horny bitch is getting heated up.
"You know Aman you are so nice" Pooja said.
"Ph Bhabiji thank you. Bhabiji why dont you get comfortable. Take off your jacket" Aman said.
"Surely. why don't you also take off your t-shirt" She responded to his request.
Aman quickly too off his t-shirt exposing his bare hairy cheast to Pooja. Pooja's eyes light up seeing well toned body of this young guy. The lust filled her body. He has maintained his body so well and she was wondering how it will feel to be loved by this stud. She could feel her nipples trying to pierce the thin material of her T-Shirt.
"Wow aman you have such a nice body" She kept on hand on his chest. Her fingers started to move through his hairs till she found his nipple. Her fingers touched them and tiltating sensation went through both the bodies.
"Pooja bhabie let me help you in taking your jacket off" Aman pulled the chain slowly exposing her skin bit by bit. Her thin, tiny strap deep cut T-shirt came out in view. It was clutching to her skin tightly and making two nipples make its own shape. It was so thin that her melons were almost like naked and the shape of it Aman go lusting for it.
"Pooja bahbie your are awsome" Aman said looking directly at her melons.
"You think so?" Pooja put both her hands on either side of boobs and squeeze them little bit but not very hard. Her mangoes buldge out little bit more making the nipples stuck harder to the material
"Oh yeah. They are lovely" Aman replied and put his one hand over her mangoes. Slowly his fingers came down till when his index finger and middle finger on either side of her nipples. Slowly he took the nipple within his finger and Pooja couldn't hide her moan..
"oohhhhhh" she uttered in a very low voice.
Aman moved further till his lips were just whisker of a distance from Pooja pinkish lips. Her eyes were closed but both of them can feel each others hot breath. Aman was looking at the beautiful face of the horny married lady.
"Pooja bhabie" Aman called her name in a very low but long voice.
Pooja opened her eyes and looked at Aman's eyes. Her eyes were becoming so deep and slightly red in full lust. She kept looking at him with most endouring eye and finally opened her lips little bit in invitation to him. Aman didn't need any more invitation and made that few centimeter distance before his thursty lips meet her juicy piece of meat.
Aman hand went downward and opened her zipper and immediately attacked the juicy pussy without removing the designer panty. His fingers went from top to bottom of her pussy lips which are raw pieces of meat. Pooja's lips couldn't hold on as she broke the kiss and let a moan out. Her head arched back in opposite direction to her hips.
"ohhhh Aman.................aaahhhhh...." She mumbled with her eyes closed.
Aman climbed on the couch and pulled Pooja towards him for another kiss and this time it was hard. On the other hand pooja was kissing him and in between breaking to moan before again loosing in kissing him. Aman's one hand was pulling her by her hair now and she was getting ready for some rough fuck.
"Bastard...rub it rub it harder.....sala behenchod........" Pooja gets real dirty and filthy when she is aroused.
"Saali Raand mazaa aa raha hain?"
"Haan bhodsdike ... haan mazaa aa rah hain" Aman's words are making her more hornier. She loves it more when her male partner matches are dirty talk equally.
Aman took out his hand from her pants and grabbed one of her melons over her thin t-shirt & bra. On the other hand Pooja got hold of his dick over his pants and got pleasently surprised.
"Abe behenchod apna lund dikha.... ye kiya hain sala" She said as she started to take of his belt followed the pant and underware. The moment it came out there was big smile on the horny bitches face.
"Maderchod sala itna mast lund hain tera. Sala aaj to chudwane mein alag hi mazaa ayeega"
Aman hold her head by his hand slowly moved it towards his dick. Finally her lips touched it and when she parted her lips it went inside the hungry mouth of this horny married bitch. When he felt it hit her throat he took it out and this time rammed it into her. Pooja was loving every minute of it and playing by the hunks game. What she want good fuck from this guy. She want him to clear the itch in her pussy.
They both were in the game. Aman was fucking her mouth and she was sucking his dick. She put her hand behind him and squuezing his bums. Aman was rotating his dick inside her hungry mouth and the bitch was in total heat. Within a minute or so Aman came in her mouth filling as much as he could. The bitch didn't let a single drop go buy and swalloed each and every drop.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" Pooja asked him.
"Are you protected? I dont have condomn with me" Aman replied.
"Dont worry I have some in my purse"
"Oh Bitch you really came here to get fuked by me"
"Or else what to cook food for you?"
Pooja took a condom out and put in Aman's dick. She jerked it couple of time.
Aman laughs softly, "C'mon, bitch ... into the bedroom. I want to fuck you in bed."
He steps back and saunters into their bedroom, a large, airy room with a high, soft bed at one end. On the other side of the bed, twin louvered door open onto a small balcony. There are sheer curtains over the doors and they billow in the gentle breeze. The room is softly lit by bedside lamps.
Pooja follows him, shedding her remaining clothes as she goes. By the bed, he turns and pushes her to her knees and makes her suck his cock again. Gasping, Pooja obeys, taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking him eagerly, her hands working her breasts and cunt. Aman grunts thickly and fucks her mouth with immense pleasure, rocking her head back and forth in both hands. Pooja whimpers and groans deep in her cock-filled throat. Several minutes later, he pushes her head away.
He fucks her on her back on the high, soft bed. Pooja spreads her legs wide, masturbating wantonly as he bends over and pushes his cock between her thighs. She reaches down with one hand to guide him to her slit. He bends over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slowly flexes his buttocks. His cock-head pops into her cunt, his shaft slipping between her fingers. She gasps and arches steeply, the breath shooting from her throat in a rattling gasp. His cock is big and thick and it fills her cunt, distending it fully, mashing her cunt-flesh and swollen clitoris.
"Yes!" she gasps. "Oh god yes! Do it, Aman ! Fuck me!"
The handsome Aman groans and arches his head, his eyes fluttering shut. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and it squeezes his penis feverishly. The fires burn in his groin and his balls ache for release. He gasps, fighting for control, and slowly swings his hips in tight, snapping arcs, flexing his buttocks taut as he swings them, unflinching, flexing again. His cock mashes her cunt-flesh and clitoris, and slowly spirals into her slit. Pooja gasps and cries out, her cunt grinding up to meet his hips in descent. Deeper and deeper he goes, tunneling and burrowing into her hot furrow till he is embedded in her cunt to the hilt. She spreads her legs wide apart and arches under him, her face suffused with lust, panting and moaning obscenely, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of his forearms.
"Come on ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Aman ... fuck me! Take me, Aman ! Fuck me like a whore!" she pants, a bitch in rut.
Abruptly, Aman swings his hips up, jerking his cock outward and then slams his hips down, ramming his cock deep into her cunt.
"C'mon bitch! Take it! Take my dick!" he cries.
The breath whooshes from her throat and she arches, gasping and crying out under him.
"OHHHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!"
His cock is magnificent, hot and hard and thick and long, filling her cunt, stretching it wide, grinding down deep into her flesh. Again he rocks out, slams in, rocks out, slams in, and yet again. Pooja lurches and rocks under him, her body jerking with his mad thrusts.
Aman thrusts faster and harder and deeper into her and then hits a smooth, swinging rhythm, stroking powerfully and rapidly and deeply in and out of her flesh. His hips swing up and down with steady, snapping motions, his buttocks flexing and unflagging rhythmically, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt, grinding and squelching and ramming and reaming in deep. Pooja whimpers her pleasure, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, her hips rocking up and down under his. He bends his head and kisses her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She groans and arches under him, winding her arm about his head. Moving smoothly and seamlessly, he begins to swing his hips again in circles, mashing her flesh ruthlessly. Pooja hisses in pleasure, her hands squeezing her breasts, scbanging her mangalsutra over her hard nipples.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... ohhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes ... there ... oh god yes ... oh ma uhhh hanh uhh ahhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes!" she goes.
"Take it ... c'mon, whore ... take my dick ... take it, you fucking bitch ... c'mon ... take it all ... oh yeh ... that's it ... oh fuck yes ... take it, you randy bitch ... take my prick!"
Pooja begins to sweat. Perspiration trickles between her breasts, beads her brow and upper lip. Strands of hair cling damply to the nape of her neck. She gasps and whimpers, clenching his arms. Bending his head, he sucks her breasts and nipples, moving relentlessly in and out of her cunt. Her orgasm grows and looms. He thrusts deep into her and flips his hands up to her breasts, crushing them under his weight, pinning her beneath him. Pooja moans and thrashes hotly under him, begging for more, whimpering and crying out.
Pooja begins to orgasm and there is nothing Aman can do to stop her. He groans as her hot cunt convulses frenetically on his penis and, flinging his head back, his hands crushing her breasts, drives his cock into her with deep, ramming thrusts, pausing and twitching with his penis buried in her slit. On and on he goes, ramming his cock into her till her orgasm wanes and her body sinks. She moans thickly, her chest heaving. Gently, Aman slides out of her cunt.
"Now," he murmurs. "Turn over bitch. I want to fuck you from behind."
Pooja groans, but is unable to resist. The temptation is too great. She turns around obediently and, on her forearms and knees before the husband of her best friend, spreads her legs and presents her rear to her husband of her best friend. She knows that she likes to fuck her ass; she doesn't mind it herself. Indeed, she rather enjoys the curious sensation of having a thick, hard, long cock tunneling into her ass.
"Want my ass?" she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder.
For a second, Aman is tempted. He caresses her smooth, creamy buttocks, spreading them open and fingering her taut anus. He knows just how good it feels on his cock, hot and tight as a vise. She looks lovely, wanton and eager, her face soft and radiant with pleasure. He knows she will not mind. But he decides against it, at least for now.
"Later," he says. "After I've fucked your slit some more."
He pushes his cock between her buttocks and to her cunt-lips. They are open and wet and he squeezes his cock into her cunt-flesh in a single penetrating thrust that forces the breath from her throat in a rattling moan.
"OHHHHH uhh yes! Ohhhh god yes!" Pooja gasps as the huge penis surges into flesh.
Aman starts fucking her rapidly from behind. He grips her hips and jerks her body back and forth, hammering his hips to and fro. His thighs slap audibly against her buttocks. His long, thick penis plunges and pistons and rams in and out of her cunt. Pooja moans and cries out, her face lifted, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Her hot, swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and wobble and her mangalsutra swings and flaps madly as the man ram-fucks her cunt.
"Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh uhh hanh uhh oh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh ahh uh ah uh ah uh hanh uhhh oh ma hanh uhhh ohhh!" she gasps loudly.
"Oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh c'mon ... c'mon you fucking whore! Take my cock! Take it, you whoring bitch! Take it!"
He slows and swings his hips in tight snapping circles, entering her cunt from all angles, spiraling into her deeply with a crushing plunger. Groaning, Pooja runs her tongue sexily over her slim upper lip, hissing in pleasure. Her hips and buttocks sway and writhe erotically and turns her face over her shoulder to her husband of her best friend-lover.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... mmm ... yeh ... c'mon ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard ... fuck me like a whore, baby ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, baby! Fuck me hard!"
The man chuckles and leans forward to kiss her hungrily, shoving his tongue into her mouth, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them hard in his excitement. Pooja kisses him fiercely, her buttocks and hips grinding eagerly against his groin.
"C'mon ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she says in a husky, lust-laden voice.
He grins, squeezes her breasts, nuzzles the nape of her neck and straightens. Holding her slender waist, he snaps his hips forward, flexing his buttocks taut, ramming his cock into her cunt hard and deep. Pooja cries out, her head jerking up, her face twisting in lust, her eyes screwed shut, her lips drawn back, her mouth a wide O. He pauses, buried deep in her hot cunt, his cock throbbing, his hips twitching at her waist and then, pulling out, rams in again. She gasps loudly.
"OHH! Oh ma uhh OHHH! OH! OHHHH uhh oh ma uhhh hanh!"
"C'mon! Take it! Take it, slut! Take it all! Ohh! Uhh ahh! UH! OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!"
"Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ... ohh ... ohh ... Oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHH!"
It all started with an sterling revelation by a friend of Aman. Aman had a very good friend Rohit during my college days. They were best friends during the whole 3 yrs of graduation. Rohit used spend most of his time in Aman's apartment. They use to drink together, go out together. But one thing was Rohit never talks about his family or whenever the topic comes out he avoids it very swiftly.
Time passed on and Rohit started to spend more and more time in Aman's place. Weekends he totally stopped going to home. His excuse was always that he is studying @ Aman's place. Rohit is a excellent guy and very good friend. Aman didn't had many frineds and always liked having Rohit around. Otherwise its very boring to be alone in his apartments.
Finally their exams got overed and results came. They both scored very good marks. Rohit wasn't very bright student during his college days but scored good marks in graduation. He gave all credits to Aman who was a bright student all along. Rohit decided to go for higher studies abroad. He wanted Aman also to join him but Aman couldn't. Aman's parent expired when he was 16 only. He had to start looking after his buissness which is been mostly run by his father's trusted employees. It was time for him to concentrate on family buissness.
The faithful or unfaithful night happened 2 night before Rohit was to leave. Both of them decided to drink heavily on that night. It was weel past mid-night and they were still drinking. Rohit was totally out but Aman still was in control. In fact Rohit was drinking much more then Aman that night. He was not much in his sense.
They were talking and talking. Finally the topic moved to Family. Aman quickly realized Rohit is not diverting the topic but was quite. It was always a curiosity for him to know what is it that Rohit hides. But finally Rohit opened up.
"Aman God took your family and they gave me one which I dont want"
"Rohit you shouldn't say like this. Family is a family" Aman tried to protest.
"You dont know my family" Rohit replied with a very heavy voice.
"What is it? Rohit we can not avoid our family" Aman asked.
"If you know about my family you will change your opinion"
"No Rohit. You may not realize it because you have one. I realize it when I lost one"
"You dont know the truth man" Rohit replied.
"I still believe in family"
"Ok. would you believe a mother banging her son?" Rohit uttered words which shocked Aman to death. He didn't know what to say.
"what you mean by that Rohit"
"Yes 4 Yrs back my own mother and my chachi bangd me. They fucked me in the same room, infact same time" Rohit had tears in his eyes.
Aman just hold Rohit. Rohit was crying like hell. He all along kept this secret in his heart never telling anyone including his best friend. But tonight he couldn't control his emotions any longer.
"Rohit I dont know what to say" Aman could gather those many words.
"Aman I want to tell you what a whore family I have. My mother and widowed chachi forced into fucking them. In the house my father(Atul), mother(Sujata), youngest uncle(Bhavani) & his wife(Alka), my fathers younger brothers widowed wife(Juhi), my elder brothers wife(pooja), his unmarried SIL(Ankita), my widowed aunt's sister (Nisha, whose husband works in Dubai along with his elder brother). My father fucks all the woman and so do my uncle. You know Gigolo?? They often visits our house and fuck these woman. You know Naveen?" Rohit said.
"That Gym guy in our college?" Aman asked.
"He has fucked my mom and aunties many time. Each time they paid him"
"Are you serious Rohit"
"Serious?? Naveen once introduced Mom as his girl-friend to me. Till date he doesn't know I am her son."
"And she also didn't say anything?"
"She started to flirt with me infront of him"
"Rohit I still find it to believe"
"You know why I never took you to my house?" Rohit said.
"Obviously you didn't wanted me to know all these"
"Yes and also I know what will happened next. By any chance if they come to know the hunk in you they will bang you if you dont fuck them. See Aman dont take it otherwise but I know you are quite a hunk. In face Roshini once told me also she will miss her time with you in bed when she had to move to delhi. So if she was right in her words then my family woman will become your whores." Roshini is ex of Aman. They parted when she had to move back to delhi and they both decided not to have a distant relationship. She is the only girl Aman dated during college and they use to make out everyday in his place. Everybody, including Rohit thought they will eventualy be together but distance took them apart.
"Oh shit man I missed on lot" Aman teased Rohit.
"Really" Rohit looked @ him.
"Why not man"
"See Aman I dont mind anything. They are whores to me and if you want to fuck them I will introduce them to you" Rohit replied.
"I was just kidding" Aman said.
"No man I am serious. I dont mind if you fuck them. They are like another woman in the world. In fact keep all of them as your whore them. Fuck them whenever you want" Rohit said.
"Ok leave the topic" Aman said.
"No man. Before I leave I will introduce you with my Mom. I bet she come to you begging for your dick"
"Ok its getting late. Lets go to bed now. we have to do lot of shopping 2morrow"
Finally both of them went to bed. Aman was wondering what will happen if Rohit actually introduces him to his family and his family turned out to be like what he said. He was curious to know Rohit's family.
The day Rohit was to leave he was @ Aman's place. In fact in last 4 days he hasn't gone home once also. After dinner he decided to go home to get his thing. His flight was at 3AM and he needs to check-in to Airport before mid-night.
"Aman will you drop me @ Airport?" Rohit asked.
"Ofcourse Man" Aman replied.
So by round 9PM both of them reached Rohit's place. It was a big bunglow in posh locality of the town. Aman never knew Rohit belongs to such a rich family. When they entered servent told them no one is @ home except for Rohit's bhabie.
They were in Rohit's room when his bhabie Pooja came in. She was hot sexy bhabie. In her skimpy nighty she wasn't leaving anything for imagination.
"Hello Devarjee" She said standing next to the door and giving some sort of pose. Aman couldn't help but notice her figure and body. Her smooth legs, cleavage, thighs.....
"Hi Bhabie"
"Going somewhere?"
"Yeah. I haven't told anyone but my admission is on Monday so I am leaving by tonites flight" Rohit said as he was busy packing his last few things. Pooja now turned her look to aman who was admiring her body.
"Rohit oh Momma, Dad no onw knows. Let me call them"
"Bhabie plz I dont want nyone to know"
"Rohit that is mean"
"Plz bhabie"
"Ok. But I will see u off till Airport. There is no question" Pooja bhabie replied after a pause. Rohit could clearly sense Pooja's pussy must be drenching seeing Aman.
"Will be leaving in 15 mins" Rohit said.
Rohit was almost done with packing when Pooja came inside the room. She was wearing a jeans and a t-shirt. The t-shirt has written "suck them, they are juicy" just above her melons. It was so true.
"Man u are going to fuck my Sister-in-law. The bitch is in heat"
"Yeah Man. I hope u dont mind" Aman replied.
"U can fuck any of these bitches I dont mind. That includes my Mom"
By the time the horny bhabie came inside the room.
So finally Aman and Pooja dropped Rohit in airport. after usual hugging and talk he went inside the they also moved back.
On thw way neither of them talked but Aman took the car to his apartment. Pooja also didn't say him anything but followed him to his apartment.
Aman gave her glass of drink and took for him. They both went to the couch and seat next to each other. As soon as he took his seat he got a message. He looked at his mobile and it was from Rohit's.
"Already inside her pussy?" was the message.
"Not yet. But surely going to fill your bhabie's pussy tonite" Aman replied a text message to Rohit.
"All the best and bang her like a whore she is. Take care and I will call you once I reach" Rohit replied.
Aman kept his mobile back and shifted his concentration to the sexy lady back. when he looked little down her jeans buttons were open exposing top of her pink panty. Aman's eyes light up looking at it. The game is going to begin soon and the horny bitch is getting heated up.
"You know Aman you are so nice" Pooja said.
"Ph Bhabiji thank you. Bhabiji why dont you get comfortable. Take off your jacket" Aman said.
"Surely. why don't you also take off your t-shirt" She responded to his request.
Aman quickly too off his t-shirt exposing his bare hairy cheast to Pooja. Pooja's eyes light up seeing well toned body of this young guy. The lust filled her body. He has maintained his body so well and she was wondering how it will feel to be loved by this stud. She could feel her nipples trying to pierce the thin material of her T-Shirt.
"Wow aman you have such a nice body" She kept on hand on his chest. Her fingers started to move through his hairs till she found his nipple. Her fingers touched them and tiltating sensation went through both the bodies.
"Pooja bhabie let me help you in taking your jacket off" Aman pulled the chain slowly exposing her skin bit by bit. Her thin, tiny strap deep cut T-shirt came out in view. It was clutching to her skin tightly and making two nipples make its own shape. It was so thin that her melons were almost like naked and the shape of it Aman go lusting for it.
"Pooja bahbie your are awsome" Aman said looking directly at her melons.
"You think so?" Pooja put both her hands on either side of boobs and squeeze them little bit but not very hard. Her mangoes buldge out little bit more making the nipples stuck harder to the material
"Oh yeah. They are lovely" Aman replied and put his one hand over her mangoes. Slowly his fingers came down till when his index finger and middle finger on either side of her nipples. Slowly he took the nipple within his finger and Pooja couldn't hide her moan..
"oohhhhhh" she uttered in a very low voice.
Aman moved further till his lips were just whisker of a distance from Pooja pinkish lips. Her eyes were closed but both of them can feel each others hot breath. Aman was looking at the beautiful face of the horny married lady.
"Pooja bhabie" Aman called her name in a very low but long voice.
Pooja opened her eyes and looked at Aman's eyes. Her eyes were becoming so deep and slightly red in full lust. She kept looking at him with most endouring eye and finally opened her lips little bit in invitation to him. Aman didn't need any more invitation and made that few centimeter distance before his thursty lips meet her juicy piece of meat.
Aman hand went downward and opened her zipper and immediately attacked the juicy pussy without removing the designer panty. His fingers went from top to bottom of her pussy lips which are raw pieces of meat. Pooja's lips couldn't hold on as she broke the kiss and let a moan out. Her head arched back in opposite direction to her hips.
"ohhhh Aman.................aaahhhhh...." She mumbled with her eyes closed.
Aman climbed on the couch and pulled Pooja towards him for another kiss and this time it was hard. On the other hand pooja was kissing him and in between breaking to moan before again loosing in kissing him. Aman's one hand was pulling her by her hair now and she was getting ready for some rough fuck.
"Bastard...rub it rub it harder.....sala behenchod........" Pooja gets real dirty and filthy when she is aroused.
"Saali Raand mazaa aa raha hain?"
"Haan bhodsdike ... haan mazaa aa rah hain" Aman's words are making her more hornier. She loves it more when her male partner matches are dirty talk equally.
Aman took out his hand from her pants and grabbed one of her melons over her thin t-shirt & bra. On the other hand Pooja got hold of his dick over his pants and got pleasently surprised.
"Abe behenchod apna lund dikha.... ye kiya hain sala" She said as she started to take of his belt followed the pant and underware. The moment it came out there was big smile on the horny bitches face.
"Maderchod sala itna mast lund hain tera. Sala aaj to chudwane mein alag hi mazaa ayeega"
Aman hold her head by his hand slowly moved it towards his dick. Finally her lips touched it and when she parted her lips it went inside the hungry mouth of this horny married bitch. When he felt it hit her throat he took it out and this time rammed it into her. Pooja was loving every minute of it and playing by the hunks game. What she want good fuck from this guy. She want him to clear the itch in her pussy.
They both were in the game. Aman was fucking her mouth and she was sucking his dick. She put her hand behind him and squuezing his bums. Aman was rotating his dick inside her hungry mouth and the bitch was in total heat. Within a minute or so Aman came in her mouth filling as much as he could. The bitch didn't let a single drop go buy and swalloed each and every drop.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" Pooja asked him.
"Are you protected? I dont have condomn with me" Aman replied.
"Dont worry I have some in my purse"
"Oh Bitch you really came here to get fuked by me"
"Or else what to cook food for you?"
Pooja took a condom out and put in Aman's dick. She jerked it couple of time.
Aman laughs softly, "C'mon, bitch ... into the bedroom. I want to fuck you in bed."
He steps back and saunters into their bedroom, a large, airy room with a high, soft bed at one end. On the other side of the bed, twin louvered door open onto a small balcony. There are sheer curtains over the doors and they billow in the gentle breeze. The room is softly lit by bedside lamps.
Pooja follows him, shedding her remaining clothes as she goes. By the bed, he turns and pushes her to her knees and makes her suck his cock again. Gasping, Pooja obeys, taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking him eagerly, her hands working her breasts and cunt. Aman grunts thickly and fucks her mouth with immense pleasure, rocking her head back and forth in both hands. Pooja whimpers and groans deep in her cock-filled throat. Several minutes later, he pushes her head away.
He fucks her on her back on the high, soft bed. Pooja spreads her legs wide, masturbating wantonly as he bends over and pushes his cock between her thighs. She reaches down with one hand to guide him to her slit. He bends over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slowly flexes his buttocks. His cock-head pops into her cunt, his shaft slipping between her fingers. She gasps and arches steeply, the breath shooting from her throat in a rattling gasp. His cock is big and thick and it fills her cunt, distending it fully, mashing her cunt-flesh and swollen clitoris.
"Yes!" she gasps. "Oh god yes! Do it, Aman ! Fuck me!"
The handsome Aman groans and arches his head, his eyes fluttering shut. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and it squeezes his penis feverishly. The fires burn in his groin and his balls ache for release. He gasps, fighting for control, and slowly swings his hips in tight, snapping arcs, flexing his buttocks taut as he swings them, unflinching, flexing again. His cock mashes her cunt-flesh and clitoris, and slowly spirals into her slit. Pooja gasps and cries out, her cunt grinding up to meet his hips in descent. Deeper and deeper he goes, tunneling and burrowing into her hot furrow till he is embedded in her cunt to the hilt. She spreads her legs wide apart and arches under him, her face suffused with lust, panting and moaning obscenely, her fingers digging into the thick muscles of his forearms.
"Come on ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Aman ... fuck me! Take me, Aman ! Fuck me like a whore!" she pants, a bitch in rut.
Abruptly, Aman swings his hips up, jerking his cock outward and then slams his hips down, ramming his cock deep into her cunt.
"C'mon bitch! Take it! Take my dick!" he cries.
The breath whooshes from her throat and she arches, gasping and crying out under him.
"OHHHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!"
His cock is magnificent, hot and hard and thick and long, filling her cunt, stretching it wide, grinding down deep into her flesh. Again he rocks out, slams in, rocks out, slams in, and yet again. Pooja lurches and rocks under him, her body jerking with his mad thrusts.
Aman thrusts faster and harder and deeper into her and then hits a smooth, swinging rhythm, stroking powerfully and rapidly and deeply in and out of her flesh. His hips swing up and down with steady, snapping motions, his buttocks flexing and unflagging rhythmically, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt, grinding and squelching and ramming and reaming in deep. Pooja whimpers her pleasure, her hands on her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, her hips rocking up and down under his. He bends his head and kisses her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She groans and arches under him, winding her arm about his head. Moving smoothly and seamlessly, he begins to swing his hips again in circles, mashing her flesh ruthlessly. Pooja hisses in pleasure, her hands squeezing her breasts, scbanging her mangalsutra over her hard nipples.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... ohhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes ... there ... oh god yes ... oh ma uhhh hanh uhh ahhh uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes!" she goes.
"Take it ... c'mon, whore ... take my dick ... take it, you fucking bitch ... c'mon ... take it all ... oh yeh ... that's it ... oh fuck yes ... take it, you randy bitch ... take my prick!"
Pooja begins to sweat. Perspiration trickles between her breasts, beads her brow and upper lip. Strands of hair cling damply to the nape of her neck. She gasps and whimpers, clenching his arms. Bending his head, he sucks her breasts and nipples, moving relentlessly in and out of her cunt. Her orgasm grows and looms. He thrusts deep into her and flips his hands up to her breasts, crushing them under his weight, pinning her beneath him. Pooja moans and thrashes hotly under him, begging for more, whimpering and crying out.
Pooja begins to orgasm and there is nothing Aman can do to stop her. He groans as her hot cunt convulses frenetically on his penis and, flinging his head back, his hands crushing her breasts, drives his cock into her with deep, ramming thrusts, pausing and twitching with his penis buried in her slit. On and on he goes, ramming his cock into her till her orgasm wanes and her body sinks. She moans thickly, her chest heaving. Gently, Aman slides out of her cunt.
"Now," he murmurs. "Turn over bitch. I want to fuck you from behind."
Pooja groans, but is unable to resist. The temptation is too great. She turns around obediently and, on her forearms and knees before the husband of her best friend, spreads her legs and presents her rear to her husband of her best friend. She knows that she likes to fuck her ass; she doesn't mind it herself. Indeed, she rather enjoys the curious sensation of having a thick, hard, long cock tunneling into her ass.
"Want my ass?" she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder.
For a second, Aman is tempted. He caresses her smooth, creamy buttocks, spreading them open and fingering her taut anus. He knows just how good it feels on his cock, hot and tight as a vise. She looks lovely, wanton and eager, her face soft and radiant with pleasure. He knows she will not mind. But he decides against it, at least for now.
"Later," he says. "After I've fucked your slit some more."
He pushes his cock between her buttocks and to her cunt-lips. They are open and wet and he squeezes his cock into her cunt-flesh in a single penetrating thrust that forces the breath from her throat in a rattling moan.
"OHHHHH uhh yes! Ohhhh god yes!" Pooja gasps as the huge penis surges into flesh.
Aman starts fucking her rapidly from behind. He grips her hips and jerks her body back and forth, hammering his hips to and fro. His thighs slap audibly against her buttocks. His long, thick penis plunges and pistons and rams in and out of her cunt. Pooja moans and cries out, her face lifted, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Her hot, swollen, pendulous breasts jiggle and wobble and her mangalsutra swings and flaps madly as the man ram-fucks her cunt.
"Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh uhh hanh uhh oh uhh oh uh oh uh oh uh ahh uh ah uh ah uh hanh uhhh oh ma hanh uhhh ohhh!" she gasps loudly.
"Oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh c'mon ... c'mon you fucking whore! Take my cock! Take it, you whoring bitch! Take it!"
He slows and swings his hips in tight snapping circles, entering her cunt from all angles, spiraling into her deeply with a crushing plunger. Groaning, Pooja runs her tongue sexily over her slim upper lip, hissing in pleasure. Her hips and buttocks sway and writhe erotically and turns her face over her shoulder to her husband of her best friend-lover.
"Yes ... ohhh yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... mmm ... yeh ... c'mon ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard ... fuck me like a whore, baby ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, baby! Fuck me hard!"
The man chuckles and leans forward to kiss her hungrily, shoving his tongue into her mouth, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them hard in his excitement. Pooja kisses him fiercely, her buttocks and hips grinding eagerly against his groin.
"C'mon ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she says in a husky, lust-laden voice.
He grins, squeezes her breasts, nuzzles the nape of her neck and straightens. Holding her slender waist, he snaps his hips forward, flexing his buttocks taut, ramming his cock into her cunt hard and deep. Pooja cries out, her head jerking up, her face twisting in lust, her eyes screwed shut, her lips drawn back, her mouth a wide O. He pauses, buried deep in her hot cunt, his cock throbbing, his hips twitching at her waist and then, pulling out, rams in again. She gasps loudly.
"OHH! Oh ma uhh OHHH! OH! OHHHH uhh oh ma uhhh hanh!"
"C'mon! Take it! Take it, slut! Take it all! Ohh! Uhh ahh! UH! OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!"
"Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ... ohh ... ohh ... Oh uh oh uh oh uh OHHHHH!"
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