A Sharma family lives near my house. The husband, the wife, and the wife’s younger sister-in-law all stay there. The sister-in-law is still in college. This is her final year. After that, her marriage will be fixed.
When she told me this story, I decided to write her filthy account for all of you. Read it now in her own words, the story of a cunt getting fucked.
Bhabhi told me that my wedding would happen next year, so I should study as much as I could before then. I said nothing.
One day I found Bhabhi’s diary. At first I only glanced through it. The pages felt too juicy to leave alone, so I quietly carried the diary into my room and started reading.
I saw that Bhabhi had a relationship with a boy whose name was written as Arun. The account of Bhabhi’s first fuck was also in that diary. I began to read it carefully.
It said Arun was the landlord’s elder son. He was a handsome young man. Arun was also a few years younger than her.
Once she went to his house and found him lying on the cot, stroking his cock under the sheet. Soft daylight filled the room, and the sheet below his waist kept moving. The speed of his hand made the cloth rise and fall. She walked close to the cot and pulled the sheet away. The moment the sheet came off, Arun’s hard cock was in plain sight. The fair shaft stood rigid and straight, the crown pink and a little wet, and his fist was still stopped near the base.
She said, “What are you doing? Should I tell your parents?” Shame shut his mouth. His cheeks went red, his eyes dropped, and his hand reached for the sheet, but she did not let it go. She also kept the whole thing hidden.
When she came home, his cock kept circling in her mind. It was a fair, long cock with a pink crown. He had already milked his dick so hard that semen had come out of it. A warm white drop had shone on the head and would not leave her eyes. She kept turning on the bed, but the picture would not leave her.
She could not sleep. She decided to call him to her house. For that she told Arun’s mother that nobody was home and that she was afraid to sleep alone. She put a little fear in her voice so the excuse would sound true.
His mother said, “Take Arun with you. He can study there and sleep at your house.” She called him over to sleep.
She was twenty-five then, and he was only eighteen. She fed him, ate herself, and made him lie on her own bed to sleep. He kept looking toward his book, but his eyes kept lifting toward her.
At night she saw that he had taken off his pants and gone to sleep in his underwear and vest. Her eyes landed on the swollen cock inside his underwear. The cloth was stretched at the front, and it shifted a little with his breath.
She pulled his briefs down. Because he seemed asleep, he did not notice. The moment the warm cock touched her hand, her fingers stopped. She threw her own clothes off too. Her bare breasts brushed his thigh. She started rubbing her breasts against his cock. When her soft nipples dragged over the crown, it slowly hardened the way it had that day. Veins rose, and the cock began to pulse in her palm.
She turned so her face was toward his feet and started sucking his cock. Her tongue circled the crown, then her lips tightened and slid toward the base. He was in a deep sleep, or so she thought. As soon as the whole cock went inside her mouth, his body started to move. His stomach muscles pulled tight and a muffled moan came out, “Ahh…”
She sucked harder and the cock got wet. Spit ran from the crown to the base, and a salty taste filled her mouth. She still did not let go and kept sucking the dick. After a while she felt someone licking her cunt with a tongue. A warm tongue moved over the slit from top to bottom, and her hips lifted on their own.
She saw that it was Arun. She understood he had not been asleep. His eyes were open and his breath was running fast. She pressed her cunt to his mouth and spread one leg so he could suck her pussy easily. Wet heat stuck to his lips.
He caught one fold of her cunt between his lips and started sucking. The sound of sucking echoed softly in the room, and she let out a choked moan, “Uuhh… ahh…” At the same time he pushed one finger into her cunt. The finger slid in slowly, her walls clenched, and she grew hotter.
As she drank his cock, he kept driving that finger in and out and fucking her cunt with it. The crown throbbed between her lips, and his finger made a wet sound going in and out. By then her cunt was completely soaked. Juice ran onto his finger and up to her lips. She grabbed him, pulled him on top of her, and started pushing his cock into her cunt. The crown rubbed the slit, then she pressed it slowly inside.
The moment the cock entered, he started groaning, “Ohhh… ahh…” Maybe this was his first time. His hips shook and his hands locked on her waist. She laid him beside her, climbed onto his cock herself, and started taking the pleasure of the fuck. Her cunt swallowed the cock to the base, and she bent with a soft moan, “Ahh… mmm…”
Every time she put the weight of her cunt on his cock, he lifted his ass from below and fucked up into her. On every thrust the crown struck deep inside, and both their breaths broke together. After some time she felt Arun’s semen inside her cunt. A hot stream kept bursting in her, and his body locked tight on the bed.
She moved her cunt up and down on his dick even faster. The heat of his warm load made her own water break. Her thighs shook, her cunt clenched and squeezed his cock, and a broken sound left her mouth, “Ahh… it happened…” Then she went quiet.
Friends, I was still reading the story of their sex in Bhabhi’s diary when Bhabhi called me. At the sound of her voice the diary stopped on my knees. At the end I saw a mobile number written there. I noted it down. Then I went to Bhabhi.
When I had free time I called, and it was Arun’s number. The moment the phone rang, his voice hit my ear, and I cut the call without saying anything. I wondered why she still kept that number. Was Bhabhi still getting fucked by Arun?
I started searching. One day I opened Bhabhi’s mobile and found an unnamed number saved. I went into the call history and saw that Bhabhi had called him only two nights earlier, at two in the morning. The talk had gone on for a long time, and that same number kept shining on the screen.
I understood why she wanted to send me away so quickly. One day my brother had to go on a company tour for a whole week. He left. Now only Bhabhi and I were in the house.
I said, “I am not feeling well. Do not wake me. Let me sleep.” I went to my room.
I listened carefully. A few moments after I left, Bhabhi was talking to someone on the mobile. She was saying, “He has gone for a week. Come today. Nanad is also not well. She is sleeping.” After that much, she switched the mobile off.
I pretended to sleep and turned the light off. In the dark my ears stayed on the door. Right at midnight, ohh and ahh sounds started coming from Bhabhi’s room. The bed’s soft creak came with them.
I went quietly toward their room and hid to watch, and I was stunned. She was taking a cock from behind. The man stood behind her ass and was fucking her cunt. On every thrust Bhabhi’s waist bent forward and a broken sound left her mouth, “Ahh… harder…”
Bhabhi was also taking his cock into her cunt in full heat. The wet sound echoed clearly in the room. Then Bhabhi made the man sit on the sofa. Chest to chest, she sat on his cock and started fucking hard.
The man kept squeezing Bhabhi’s breasts with his hands. His fingers tightened on her nipples, and Bhabhi’s breath broke out, “Uuhh… press them…” Bhabhi also fed him her breast in his mouth while taking his cock in her cunt. Her cunt moved up and down, and their thighs kept striking on the sofa.
After some time the man lay on the bed, and Bhabhi sat on his cock and tried to calm herself on it. The man lifted Bhabhi’s ass with his hands and fucked her cunt from below with hard thrusts of his cock. On every thrust Bhabhi bent and moaned, “Ahh… all the way in… ahh…”
Watching all of this, water came into my cunt too. The moment my hand went to my cunt, my own wetness started coming out. My finger slipped on the slit, and I started fucking myself with my finger to quiet my fire. A choked moan stayed in my lips, “Mmm… ahh…”
Over there, after some time, the man finished fucking Bhabhi, came out of the room, and started leaving the house. His steps sounded in the corridor as he fixed his clothes. I had already seen who that man was.
Who that man was, I will find out and write for you in the next part. I will also write whether anything was arranged for my cunt as well.
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