Teen bhabhi ki chudai - Part 1
Teen bhabhi ki chudai
I am mangal singh rajpoot. Today I am going to reveal a well-guarded family secret, in which I am implicated. I seek the verdict of my readers whether I did or did not do anything wrong in the given circumstances.
The story begins when I was twenty years old and my elder brother Kashiram was contemplating taking a fourth wife. Yes, he already had three wives, hail and hearty, living under the same roof. Their only drawback was that none of them had produced a child.
Polygamy, in those days was accepted, both socially as well as legally. General ignorance and male chauvinism precluded any thought that the husband could be the cause of infertility. Hence the quest for a younger wife in vein hopes of getting a child.
We were big time farmers in a small village in a remote corner of Gujarat, India. We owed about 200 acres of prime land growing mainly cash crop, several houses and shops in the village and a small money landing business. There was no shortage of money.
Kashiram Bhaiya (as an elder brother is referred to) is thirteen years senior to me. I was ten at the time of his first marriage with Savita Bhabhi (wife of brother). At twelve I lost my parents and was brought up, then after by Bhaiya and Bhabhi.
Five years passed and Savita Bhabhi did not conceive. Several doctors, vaidyas (indigenous physicians), hakims, astrologers and likes were consulted, tests were done, potions were given, amulets were tied on the arms of Bhaiya and Bhabhi. (I do not know if one was tied on his cock!) But nothing worked. Bhaiya got tired of waiting and decided to take a second wife. I was fifteen then and did not know why Bhaiya married second time. Unfortunately Champa, the second Bhabhi also failed to conceive.
The condition of both Bhabhis became miserable. Bhaiya was getting anxious by the day. This reflected in his behavior with Bhabhis whom he treated rudely, though, I am sure, he did not stop fucking them in the futile hope of somehow fathering a child.
Bhaiya wedded Suman Bhabhi three years later. I was eighteen and had fully matured. My balls were the first to enlarge, soon followed by my cock. Hair sprouted in the under arms, on the face and on the genitals. I broke my voice. I started putting on muscles, wet dreams and masturbations followed.
I was a mere child when I saw the elder Bhabhis for the first time. The thought of fucking did not did not enter my brain even when I was vaguely familiar with the process, thanks to some of my more 'advanced' school mates. With Suman Bhabhi it was a lot different. For one thing, she was only slightly older than me. Secondly, she was quite beautiful, or let us say, she appeared beautiful to my teenage eyes. Thirdly, she considered me of her own age group and hence was quite free and unrestrained in my presence.
On my part, I could not keep my eyes off her. During the day I would have several glimpses of her rounded breasts and smooth thighs. At night their memory would serve as source of my fantasies of unveiling those treasures. My dick would then harden and I would enjoy slow prolonged session of masturbation before slipping into sweet slumber.
Suman was Bhaiya's favorite. The other two were openly neglected except when their husband took a fancy to fuck them for a change. Bhaiya strongly believed that a hard fuck with a thick long cock ending in filling the chut (vagina) with thick semen was sufficient for the man to become a father. It was beyond his imagination that he himself could be the cause of their problem. He never had his semen analyzed.
Another couple of years passed and Kashiram became even more anxious to beget a child and thought about a fourth marriage.
Those days a young servant girl of my age used to come to our house for routine work like cleaning, washing dishes, making beds etc. Her name was Baasanti, I knew her since early childhood. She was not beautiful by any standards but she had a pair of knockers that would put any of the super models to shame. She used to put on choli (tight skimpy blouse) ghaghari (pleated skirt reaching up to midway between knee and ankle) and odhani (half sari, one end covering the front of chest). The thin cloth of choli could not hide her small nipples, which appeared tobe in a state of perpetual erection. Her body was emanating strong intoxicating fragrance, which would give me an immediate erection.
I could not control myself. One day in a secluded area of the house I confronted her and grabbed one of her breasts. Angrily she slapped off my hand, glared into my face and said in menacing voice, "Aayinda aisi harkat karoge to bade seth se bata dungi." (If you do this again I will tell Big Master).
Mention of Bhaiya's name was enough to dampen my ardor. Then after I left her alone. Baasanti was married about a year ago. She had now come for a couple of weeks. Her body had rounded up nicely after the marriage and I had a strong desire to fuck her. However she continued glaring at me and I could not collect courage enough to try her once again. And then ....
Something happened during next few days, I did not know what. The atmosphere changed for the better suddenly. Baasanti started smiling at me, a sweet shy smile full of invitation. I could not believe my eyes. A couple of times I could feel her gaze on me and caught her staring at me with hungry eyes. I was strongly tempted to crush her in my arms and maul those proud tits of hers. But then I was scared of Bhaiya. I did not respond to her messages.
I had my own study room on the second floor of the house away from the general hustle bustle. One afternoon I was there reading something when Baasanti drifted in stealthily.
My heart sank. I felt like fainting. I stood up immediately and started pushing her out of the room saying, "Out, out, before somebody comes up. Go away. I don't need you."
She turned about. There were tears in her eyes. She said, "I will go away as you wish but please tell me why you are so mad at me, what did I do to displease you?"
"Displeased? Oh, no. I am not displeased with you, now go away."
She did not budge. She said, "I know why you are so mad at me. The other day I slapped your hand away that is why. But, Mangal, what could I do? My tits were so tender those days; it hurt badly when you grabbed it. Mujhe maaf kar do Mangal. (pardon me, Mangal)
Right then her odhani slithered down from her shoulder revealing fair amount of her fabulous cleavage. I am not sure if it did so of its own or she contrived to slide it down. Whatever be the cause, the result was the same: her chest was uncovered for the benefit of my eyes. Her choli had low cut neck and considerable portions of her delectable breasts were visible. My cock jumped up in anticipation.
My mouth went dry. I could hardly speak. Somehow I managed to say, "Err...err...there is no need to apologize, please don't. It ...it..is I who should apologize, it was my mistake. Now, go away. I am not mad at you."
A shy sweet smile lit her face. Throwing her arms around my neck she whispered in my ear," Oh, Mangal, I am so relieved. For a while I thought that I would never be able to make up with you. But you are so kind and forgiving. I am very happy now."
Unconsciously my hands had gone around her slim waist. She had pushed her pelvis against mine, which was not healthy for my aching lund. I said, "I am happy that you are happy."
"But you know? I will not sleep easy until you do once again what you were doing the other day."
Before I could comprehend whatever she was saying she grabbed my hand and pressed it flat on her soft breast.
I was terrified. I pulled my hand away but she held it fast. Down below my cock started dancing anticipating entry into a tight chut.
I said, " Leave me alone, are you crazy? Oh, can you imagine what would happen if somebody comes up and catches us red handed?"
"You are unnecessarily scared. At this time of the day everybody is sleeping. Go on, feel my boob, grab it and maul it. It does not hurt now. Don't you like my boobs? Want to see more?"
I forced my hand away and pushed her out of my room. I said, "I will really be mad at you if you do not go right away. Now, go. Please."
At last she turned to go. She paused for a moment as if hesitating and said, "Mangal, Can I come back late at night?"
I could not believe my ears. Was she offering herself to me? To make sure I cupped her breast and asked, "Are you sure you can make it?"
She did not protest. She lowered her gaze and said, "I am sure I can make it. You want me to come, don't you?" She covered my hand, which was holding her breast.
I squeezed gently and said, "Yes, I do."
"And you would like to ... To fuck me?"
"Yes, yes. I would rather now."
"Not now. Have you fucked anybody before?"
"No, you will be the first, if you allow me."
"Wait till tonight; we will enjoy then."
She ran away. At that time I did not know that somebody cleaver than me was working unseen to us.
In anticipation of the night my lund remained stiff in spite of shagging twice. By about ten o'clock when finally she showed up I was fit to climb a wall. I grabbed her in my arms and started kissing. Forcefully she separated herself and said, "I am going to sleep here, with you. The whole night is at our disposal. What is the hurry?"
She had put on silky choli, ghaghari and odhani. There was a kind of sweet heady fragrance emanating from her body, which made my lund throb. She draped her arms around my neck and once again I crushed her soft body against mine. I murmured in her ear, "Oh, sweetie, where were you all these days?"
She held my head in both of her hands and started kissing me, pecking on my cheeks. The touch of her soft lips was very exciting. I tried kissing her in return but she would not allow me shaking her head this way and that. In this skirmish her lips came to touch mine. Suddenly all movements stopped. I pressed my lips on hers and stilled myself. She also stopped but continued rubbing her fingers in my hair.
I was a novice in the field of fucking. I only possessed theoretical knowledge gleaned from sleazy books and from tales of exploits of some of my friends. I did not know that a kiss could be this profound. For few minutes I was lost to the world, aware only of two things wet swollen tingling lips and wet slippery jerking lund. So, when she opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue on my closed lips I could not take it any more.
I pushed her backward till she touched the bed. I broke the kiss and pushed her flat on the bed and threw myself on her. I remember saying something like, "Pardon me, Baasanti, I cannot restrain myself." What happened next has left only sketchy and faint memories in my brain.
I roughly stuck my mouth on hers and pulled up her ghaghari. Forcefully I parted her thighs and came down between them. A tug on the string of my pajama uncovered my rampant lund.
I had some idea of what to do. I lowered myself on Baasanti's soft and smooth body and pushed my lund in the general direction of her bhos. The lund slipped on the slippery surface and could not enter her chut. My hips had started fucking movements causing the head of my lund to knock around on her bhos. Surprisingly she, of her own lifted her thighs and held them wide, took my lund in her hand and directed it to the right spot. The sensation of cock head engaging in the mouth of her cunt was unbelievably exquisite. I could not hold myself. In one powerful thrust I pushed all the eight inches of my lund into her vagina.
If kissing was intoxicating this was killing. Baasanti's narrow chut gripped my lund while her inner muscles gently milked it. The cap was pulled up exposing the sensitive head of my lund to the satiny walls of her chut. I however was not in a mood for fancy fucking. I gathered her in my arms and started fucking mercilessly with deep forceful strokes. She in her excitement clung to me with her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. She answered each of my strokes with equally forceful jerk of her pelvis. Relentlessly I pounded her bhos including her sweet clitoris while her chut rubbed my lund raw in spite of those slimy secretions.
I lost track of time. With pure pleasure dripping from the entire length of my lund I continued banging Baasanti, I don't know for how long. The orgasm when it came, hit me suddenly. A huge tide in the sea of incredible pleasure engulfed me throwing me into a sort of spasm. All movements stopped, only the lund jerked uncontrolled in the narrow confines of her chut and spewed out load after load of thick semen. My eyes squeezed shut, my mouth drooled out saliva and perspiration broke out on whole of my body. I kind of died for those thirty seconds.
The tornado passed away as suddenly as it came leaving an after glow of content and a sense of relaxation. Untangling our limbs I was about to dismount when she put her hands on my butt and held on. My lund surprisingly had not wilted. Keeping it pressed into her chut I kissed her brow and asked, "Did you enjoy?"
She pulled my head down on her breasts, ran fingers in my hair and said, " "Haay haay Mangal, aisi chudai kabhi ki nahin meine" (Oh Mangal, never have I been fucked like this before.)
I asked, "Meine thik se choda?" (Did I fuck proper?)
"Bahut achchha choda." (You fucked very nice.)
"Fir mauka deogi chodane ka?" (Will you give me another chance to fuck?)
"Jab chaho tab, mere Raja." (Whenever you wish, my Prince.)
"To mujhe bath room men jaane de, mujhe pisab lagi hai. Aa kar fir chodenge." (In that case, let me go to the bathroom, I have to pee. Then we will fuck again.)
I pulled out my lund slick with my semen and juices of her bhos. Baasanti was surprised to see it. She said, "Look at that, he is still stiff like an iron rod. So thick and long. Go and wash it, Mangal, we are going to have fun."
I went into the bathroom, passed urine and washed my dick taking care of the head by pulling up the hood. The head was still very sensitive; I could not touch it.
When I came out Baasanti was reclining on the bed. She called me in with out stretched arms. Once again I enfolded her soft smooth body in my arms and sealed her mouth with mine. My cock started getting harder. Breaking the kiss I asked, "Are you sleepy?"
"I 'm going to fuck you again."
"No, you are not."
"Yes, I am. Don't you want it?"
"I do, but you are not going to fuck me, you will make love to me; let us say we are going to make love. Are you ready?"
I guided her hand to my lund and asked, "Need more proof?"
She said no, and glued her mouth to mine.
That was the day when I kissed and fucked a married woman who knew much more about sex than me. I realized that I still had a lot to learn.
The feel of her soft lips on mine was very sweet and exciting. It became tastier when she rubbed her closed lips on mine. Before I could do anything she opened her mouth and took my lips between hers. Then I felt her small shy tongue come out and lick my lips from one corner of the mouth to the other. It felt dirty in the beginning but the pleasure was so intense and kind of new to me that I just remained passive. For full five minutes she ravaged my lips and then reluctantly separated. All the four lips were swollen and wet with our mixed saliva. My lips were tingling.
Not one word was spoken, like hungry kitten our mouths sought out each other again. This time her tongue came out and pushed open my lips. The pleasure was escalating and I was curious too. I allowed her full freedom. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and licked around. It dueled with my tongue and gradually withdrew. My tongue followed hers till it reached the inside of her mouth. I also licked smooth inner skin of her mouth. But she knew more. Taking my tongue between hers and her palate she started sucking. Sucking like you do a lolly pop. After sometime she released my tongue and gave me hers to suck. Mean while my lund was clamoring to invade her chut, spewing out copious amount of pre-come.
Baasanti was no less excited. Her face was flushed and her body felt hot. She broke the kiss and sat up. She pushed me in flat on my back, untied my pajamas and pulled them down exposing my engorged cock. Taking it in her fist she gave it five or six quick strokes and said, "Mangal, tu ne lajavab lund paya hai. Koi nasibdar hi teri patni banegi, (Mangal, you have a unique cock. Only a lucky one will come to be your wife.)
She continued stroking at a slow speed, squeezing out the juice at times. She pulled up the cap and bared the red glistening head and then did something I had never ever dreamt. Suddenly she bent down and took the cock head into her mouth. First she ran her tongue all over it and then sucked on it applying negative pressure. At the same time she moved her head up and down making the cock go in and out of her mouth. My lund was at bursting point and I had to pull it out quickly to prevent it from shooting my load.
I said, "You have seen enough of my lund. Now let me see your tits and pussy."
Baasanti was an ordinary girl. About five feet two inches she weighed not more than 120 pounds. Her complexion was dark but her skin was delicate and smooth like butter. She had a round face with big dark innocent looking eyes. Her lips were full and soft, her hair long silky and raven black.
A pair of perfectly rounded breasts was sitting on her upper chest. Each was topped by a dark knobby areola of two inches size. Each areola was conical, ending in a pert nipple. Despite having been married for some time Basanti's breasts were firm like those of a virgin with nipples pointing skywards. Once she uncovered her breasts I could not keep my hands off them.
I sat up and continued caressing her with my fingers and my lips. I kissed and sucked each of her breasts, one after the other and then descended on her flat tummy. She was very ticklish there. While she could tolerate my hand on her tummy, touch of my lips there made her jump and push me away.
Gradually I licked and sucked my way to the final destination, her pussy. As Baasanti's was the first adult pussy I was seeing in my life I could not compare it with other girls' vulvas. But I liked what I saw. In hindsight, I can say that her pussy was quite beautiful.
High cushiony mons and outer sides of her plump bigger pussy lips were covered with a dense forest of black, silky crinkled hair. She had trimmed the hair short enough to feel prickly. The bigger lips were thick and fleshy, they were touching each other in the middle, concealing the rest of her bhos. I ran my fingers lightly all around. She jerked her pelvis and pulled up her legs. It was easy for me to pry open her thighs. With that done her bhos became accessible. I parted the bigger lips and opened up the slit. The slit was about 3 inches long flanked on two sides with delicate thin smaller lips. The smaller lips met under the clitoris at the front end of the slit. At the rear end of the slit the labia remained separated because of the opening of her pussy, her chut, her vagina whatever. Her clitoris at the time was thickened and elongated and looked like a small penis. The whole bhos was drenched in its own secretions. I ran my fingers back and forth in the slit and pushed two fingers in her chut. Keeping my thumb on the clitoris I started to finger fuck her. In no time her hips started jerking and my fingers could feel the ripples in her chut.
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she could not take it any more. She sat up and
pushed me flat on the bed. Taking my lund in her
fist she gave it ten to fifteen strokes. Every time
she pulled the foreskin up forcefully I felt a little
pain. But that pain only increased the stiffness of
my lund. Holding the lund up right Baasanti
straddled me and brought her chut on the tip of
my lund. After engaging the head in the mouth of
her chut she let go the lund, bent forwards
enough to bring her nipples to my lips. She
gradually lowered her ass and my lund slid in like
a well-oiled piston. When her mons pressed
against mine and the lund was fully engulfed by
her chut she bent a little forward to permit me to
take one delicious nipple in my mouth and suck
As soon as my lips touched her areola her chut
started throbbing. My lund retaliated with a
mighty jerk. Unsheathing almost the whole of the
lund by lifting up her hips she suddenly dropped
herself down taking it all in. After five or six such
pranks she got tired and laid herself down on my
prostrate body. My lund was far from satisfied
and so was her chut. Putting my hands under her
hips I lifted and held them a little away from me.
This gave me enough room for moving my pelvis.
I started long vertical strokes from below upwards
into her chut. As expected her chut was secreting
plenty of love juices making my work easier.
She could not keep her weight on her arms for
long. She collapsed on my chest but did not
forget to glue her mouth to mine. After few
minutes we changed position. She lied down flat
on her back with pillow under her head and lifted
both legs high in the air. I stood up on the floor
and pushed my lund in her chut. As we continued
fucking our excitement escalated. Baasanti could
not control herself. She became frantic to
precipitate orgasm that was eluding her. In
broken words she told me something, which I
could partly understand. She pushed me and I
took the hint. Pulling out my lund I sat up.
Hurriedly she grabbed me by my hair and pushed
my face into her bhos. She gibbered something
like, "Take it in, in, take it between lips ... Oh,
can't you see it?"
She had guided my lips on to her clitoris. At first I
felt it a little dirty but then the smell that came
from her vulva was so intoxicating that I said
what the hack, let's see what happens.
Tentatively I closed my lips on her erect bud and
she jumped shouting, "There, there, right there,
I ran my tongue along the short length of the
clitoris and once again took it between my lips.
Two tugs and Baasanti cried out in a shattering
orgasm. She bucked and jumped like a mad mare,
pulled a handful of my hair and scratched my
back with her nails. Her orgasm lasted for what
seemed to be like an eternity.
After the tornado went away she flopped down
like a rag doll, drained out of energy. With a
feeble effort she pulled me over her and said in
my ear, "I wish I would be your wife. I am sorry
that I did not start fucking with you earlier. Did
I did not reply. I simply lifted her legs, pushed in
my lund and furiously pumped away into a
glorious orgasm. While my body jerked in
orgasmic throes she soothed my back and butt
with gentle caresses.
I did not know when and how we slept. It was
late morning when my eyes opened. Baasanti was
gone without leaving any trace of her presence. I
did not see her around. Suman Bhabhi
immediately noticed that my eyes were searching
for somebody. She cornered me and asked,
"Whom are you looking for? Anybody special?"
I should have wakened up at that moment but
like a fool I continued thinking about Baasanti and
nothing else. She did come again and we fucked
regularly for five nights. Then she disappeared. I
was hoping that she would stay for about a
month, but she went away rather early and
suddenly. She did not care for a farewell fuck.
Then started the real drama.
Nothing happened for three days following
Baasanti's departure. Only I was feeling sad. I
remembered her chut and masturbated more
frequently than ever.
On the afternoon of the fourth day I was trying to
engage my mind into study with a book in one
hand and erect lund in the other. In came Suman
Bhabhi. I was taken totally unaware. Quickly I
adjusted my clothes and hid my lund. But, my
friends, it is not easy to hide a fully erect lund.
Bhabhi had an eyeful before I could hide it. With a
mischievous smile on her sweet lips she asked, "
Kyun Devarji, padhai kaisi chal rahi hai? Mein
kuchh madad kar sakati hun?" (Hi, Devar ji, how
is the study going on? Can I be helpful?)
I had difficulty in speaking as, suddenly my mouth
had gone dry. With a voice totally foreign to me I
said, "n..no, no, thanks Bhabhi. Every thing
is ...is ....al...alright."
With a sparkle in her eyes she said, "You had
something in your hand when I came in, which
you hid some where. What was it? Where is it?"
I had recovered to some extent and I was not to
be out done. With a serious face I said,
"Ohhh ...that? That is of no use to you."
Bhabhi was adamant, said, "Very well, let me take
a look." Without warning she grabbed my lund,
squeezed it and dropped it. She said, "Oh God,
what are you doing with a piece of wood? Are you
"Bhabhi, cut the crap. Tell me why are you here
at this odd hour?"
She smiled sweetly again and said, "Just to ask
you a question."
"How did you like Baasanti's black pussy?"
I was shocked. Shocked and excited. As such I
had deep liking for Suman Bhabhi. I had never
thought of fucking either of the older Bhabhis.
With Suman it was other way round, there was no
time when I ceased thinking about fucking her.
That day it looked like she was adding fuel to the
fire. First she grabbed my lund, and then uttered
'pussy'. I was puzzled but not my lund. It was in
the process of wilting but now reverted itself and
became fully erect once again. It did not go
unnoticed by Bhabhi who said, "See, see your
lund is saluting merely on hearing her name."
I tried to wriggle out by telling a lie, "What are
you talking about, Bhabhi? What have I to do, if
anything, with Baasanti's pussy? I have not seen
Baasanti, let aside her pussy as you call it."
"I see, may be she came in here for prayer
meetings every night?"
"Wrong. She has not come here at all."
With a sly smile she pulled out a panty, stiff with
dried semen on it. She waved it in my face and
asked, "This was found in your bed. Whose is it?"
Here I committed a fatal blunder blurting out
confidently, "This cannot be hers because she
never ... never....oh o. "
"Yes, you are right she never put on a panty. But
then how do you know?"
"O.K., I plead guilty. I fucked her, o.k.? So what?
She came by herself to me. Did I do anything
"That will be decided by your Bhaiya."
My heart sank on hearing his name. I knew he did
not approve of extra marital sex especially with a
servant. I threw myself at her mercy and said,
"Why have you to bring Bhaiya in this matter?
Please don't tell him. In return I will do anything
you tell me to do, any time, anywhere. You tell me
and I will do it. Anything under the sun, but no
Bhaiya, Please, my beloved Bhabhi?"
That was when she seriously told what she
wanted of me and why. She talked for half an
hour at the end of which I was convinced that she
First she made me take an oath of secrecy. That
done she proceeded to test my knowledge of
human reproduction asking questions about lund,
choot, semen, spermatozoa, pregnancy etc.
Once satisfied, she said, "You know why your
Bhaiya cannot father a child?"
"No. Why? Does he not fuck you good?"
"That he does and quite well indeed, with all
three of us. Every time he takes us to the climax
and deposits large quantity of semen in the chut.
But there are no sperms in his semen. His balls
do not produce the essential element, the
"What could be done?"
"I intend to give him a son."
"That is where you step in."
It took me a couple of minutes before settling in
my conscious brain. Then it clicked. Bhabhi was
asking me to plant a baby in her womb. But how
could that be done without fucking? That means I
will have to fuck her. Oh Boy.
Then I realized that she had deliberately trapped
me with Baasanti so that I would not deny her
proposal. However I did not feel bad about it, in
fact I liked it. She apologized and also informed
me that of her own she wanted to be a mother.
With an expression of shock on my face I said,
"Bhabhi, what are you talking about? You and
me? You are like a mother to me. How can I fuck
"Simple, be a madarchod. (mother fucker)."
"Bhabhi, please do not joke."
"I am not joking. Do you wish I go to an unknown
man or to a servant or to some nin com poop
and allow his dirty cock up into my chut? Do you
"Stop it. I do not want you to do that and you
know it. But .... "
"But, let your Bhaiya know and ask for his
"No, no. He would kill both of us merely for
thinking on these lines."
"Relax, Mangal. Our scriptures have recognized
sixteen different types of 'sons', this kind being
one of them."
Even though I was feeling tickled in my heart at
the prospect of fucking Suman Bhabhi, I made a
show of reluctant acceptance. At long last I
To make amends I smiled and said, " It was not
necessary for you to take all this trouble, Baasanti
and all. You could have simply called for me and I
would have fucked you anytime any where."
She felt shy, her face flushed but she said, "Do
not brag. Fucking requires a lund and you only
have a nunni, I am told."
"Me and nunni? Shall I take it out and show
"No, no, no. Not now, may be in near future."
"You will give me a certificate to that effect."
Ignoring the banter she said, "We shall do like
this: Whenever he fucks me, I shall come to you
the next day. Say, he fucks me on Monday night
at ten, I will come to you on afternoon of
Tuesday. In case I conceive, and pray God I do,
he will think that it is his doing. This way we will
maintain peace in the family."
Friends, after a couple of days Bhaiya went to
another village for some work; he was to return
after three days. Once he was gone, Suman came
to my room in the afternoon. I folded her in my
arms and tried to kiss her. Putting her finger on
my mouth she said, "Suno, kal raat tumare
Bhaiya ne mujhe tin baar choda hai, so aaj mein
tera garbh dhar lun to bhi kisi ko shaq nahin
padega. Din dauran aane ki vajah bhi yahi
hai." (Listen, last night your Bhaiya has fucked
me three times. So nobody will suspect us even if
I become pregnant by you today. For the same
reason I have come during daytime.)
Without speaking I took her finger in my mouth
and sucked on it. I wetted it well with my saliva
took it out and ran it on her closed lips. Once her
lips were wet enough I bent down and licked them
with my tongue. She opened her mouth and took
my tongue in and started sucking on it. She
steadied my head holding it in her hands while I
was busy feeling her rounded hips. In the process
I had lifted up her sari and petticoat baring her
butt to my fingers. My lund instantly had
hardened and was already oozing copious
amounts of precum.
I stiffened my tongue like lund and started its
movements in and out of her mouth not unlike
those of a lund in choot. At this point Suman felt
for my cock and untied the string of my pajamas.
The pajamas fell to the floor, I was not wearing
knickers, and she quickly grasped my lund.
I guided her to the bed and set down with her in
my lap. She was holding my lund while we
continued French kiss. My fingers unhooked her
blouse and separated its flaps exposing her
breasts overflowing from a tight little bra. I had
some difficulty locating the hooks of her bra. At
this point she helped me by unhooking bra
herself. I completely removed her blouse and bra.
She tugged at my nightshirt and taking her hint I
removed it. My hands were busy caressing her
firm smooth breasts and pinching her knobby
areolas and pointy nipples. She had medium sized
conical breasts that sat high on the chest. Firm
like those of a fourteen year old, they fitted
perfectly in my palms. I caressed them one after
the other running my fingertips from wide base to
pointed peak of a nipple. Goose bumps broke out
on her body. My hands also felt itchy. I closed my
palm gently over one breast and squeezed. She
moaned and my lund started dancing.
I continued playing with her boobs. Her erect
nipples were inviting. I touched them with fingers
moistened with my saliva and pinched them
between my thumb and forefinger. Suman said,
"Gently please, my nipples and clit are very
sensitive, cannot bear the touch at times like
Did I tell you about Suman Bhabhi? She was slim
with a height of 5'6" and weight of 120. Her
complexion was fair. She had round face with
natural rosy cheeks and full lower lip red like a
ripe tomato. Her most attractive feature was her
eyes which had a kind of sparkle rarely seen. She
had straight lustrous and silky hair reaching
between knees and ass. She had a well-rounded
and shapely ass leading down to long slim legs.
She had a flat tummy and tiny waist. I will
describe her pussy later on.
We were not in a hurry. While I was busy with her
tits, her hand was wrapped around my cock,
which was jerking every few seconds. She was
gently milking out the pre-cum with up and down
motion of her fist. The foreskin was sliding on
and off the glistening head of my lund. There was
a look of admiration in her eyes. She said, " Devar
ji, you have grown up to almost like your Bhaiya.
Clearly this, yours is no nunni (small penis of a
boy), it is a full-fledged lund. My devarani (sister-
in-law) is going to be one lucky girl. But let's not
talk. Do not tease me any more, make haste."
She lay down flat on her back with pillows under
her head. She pulled up her petticoat and sari
way above her waist and lifted her wide spread
thighs. Her bhos was fully exposed to my view.
She averted her face and closed her eyes.
Like her breasts Suman's bhos was also small,
like that of a teenager. The only difference was in
having hair; Suman's bhos had thick thatch of
black silky hair. Also may be her clitoris was bit
longer or it so appeared due to excitement. The
outer lips were flashy touching each other and
concealing the inner parts.
I settled between her smooth thighs with my
pecker in one hand. She herself pulled open the
lips of her bhos. I could then see the delicate
folds of inner labia, her clitoris and the mouth of
her chut. Every thing was glistening wet with the
slimy love juice. A heady aroma wafted from the
bhos, which only made my lund jerk
Having fucked Baasanti I was now somewhat
experienced. While she was holding her bhos wide
open I rubbed the head of my lund all around her
pussy especially over her clitoris. Immediately her
hips started bucking. My lund was ready to burst
but I persisted on spreading my juices all over her
When she could not take any more of this teasing
she snatched away my lund from my hand and
directed it to the mouth of her chut. I allowed her
to engage the head of my lund in the mouth of
her chut and bent forwards supporting myself on
outstretched arms. Mischievously I asked,
"Bhabhi, kaho kya chahati ho (sister-in-law, what
is your wish)?"
Her answer surprised me, "Mangal, sale chutiye,
tu ab tera lund meri chut men dal kar nahin
chodega to mein tera khun pi jaaungi. Kis ki raah
dekh raha hai tu, bahenchod, bhadave?" (Mangal,
you product of fucked up pussy, if you do not fuck
me pushing your lund in my chut I shall drink up
your blood. You sister fucker pimp, whom are you
This was enough for my lund and me. One strong
push and all eight inches of my lund were buried
in her chut. "Aaaaahhh.....", she uttered and
wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms
around my neck. She was like a ripe fruit. Her
chut immediately started throbbing.
Pushing my lund as deep as it could go I waited
savoring the sweet touch of her velvety vagina on
the length of my lund. I had fucked Baasanti's
chut but it came nowhere near Suman's in
tightness, softness and milking technique. I was
scared that I would climax before she gets her
orgasm. Hence I said, "Bhabhi, you want me to
She rained kisses on my face and said, "No, no/
Make it as long as possible and enjoy."
"Then stop milking my lund."
"I am not doing it knowingly. It just happens.
Don't you like it? Every time my chut spasms
your lund responds with a jerk."
I pulled out few inches and pushed in. I could
tolerate it. I tried again and thus started my slow
rhythm fucking of Suman's chut. Both, my lund
and her bhos had secreted large amount of
lubricant juices. Whole of her bhos and lower
tummy and upper thighs were smeared with these
juices. My scrotum and thighs were similarly
affected. Going in and coming out of the lund was
smooth and easy, each movement sent shivers to
whole of my body. Suman was ahead of me in
excitation. There was a pink flush over her
breasts and vulva, her hips were jerking
uncontrollably and her chut was squeezing my
lund like a fist.
I pounded on her pussy for what seemed like an
eternity. Meanwhile she had had two small
orgasms. In the end she clamped upon my lund in
such a way that foreskin of the lund started
sliding up and down over the sensitive head. It
was then impossible for me to hold the waters.
Suddenly the dam broke and I was caught up in
an earth shattering orgasm. My whole body
stiffened like my lund and I stopped moving with
my lund deeply rooted in Suman's chut. Only the
lund convulsed and jetted out thick globs of
semen, I don't remember how many times.
Suman bhabhi helped me by pushing my crotch
against her bhos with her hands on my buttocks.
At last I came back to the earth. I knew that
Suman had not climaxed and my lund in her chut
was rapidly wilting. That was when what
Baasanti had taught me came useful. Keeping the
mons pressed against mons I rocked my pelvis
side to side. Baasanti had told me that this
maneuver does not need an erect cock to
stimulate the clitoris. She was right. Suman
Bhabhi immediately cried out, "Oh, oh. Ussss
what are you doing?"
"I am trying to make you come. Want me to
She was in no mood to answer, her hips had
already started jerking and her chut started
throbbing once again. I continued the assault on
her clitoris and within seconds she climaxed into
a strong orgasm.
I held her lovingly till the orgasmic throes
subsided. My limp cock had already slipped out of
her chut. She extended her legs and I dismounted.
She again lifted her legs up to prevent semen
flowing out of her chut. She turned to her side; I
wrapped her in my arms from behind and we both
Friends, what could I say? Suman Bhabhi came in
daily and we fucked twice every day till Bade
Bhaiya returned home. The lady luck smiled on all
of us and Suman missed her next period. Morning
sickness followed. The family was overjoyed.
Everybody congratulated Suman Bhabhi. Savita
Bhabhi tied a taavij (an amulet) on her arm to
ward off evil spirits. Bhaiya puffed up his chest
and twirled his bushy mustachios. Champa
Bhabhi took over Suman's household chores.
Savita Bhabhi and Champa Bhabhi were
especially pleased because now they had a hope
of getting pregnant and Bhaiya was likely to fuck
them more frequently as Suman Bhabhi's chut
was closed to him for nine months.
It was ironic that the person responsible for this
achievement, namely me, was totally ignored by
all. All except Suman that is.
After few days Bhaiya called in the local lady
doctor for a check up. She confirmed the
pregnancy and prescribed some vitamins. She
was explicit in her talks. With all of us present
she told Bhaiya, "Congratulations once again,
Kashiram Ji. This is a very precious pregnancy
you have been waiting for. Now you will have to
be careful. You better keep away from Suman Ji
till after delivery."
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