Sex is an addiction, friends—life is wild, and youth is even wilder. This is the story of me and Jasnoor, a 26-year-old Punjabi beauty whose allure is pure dynamite. Her toned body, firm breasts, luscious ass, slender waist, shapely thighs, elegant neck, long dark hair, intoxicating eyes, and juicy lips could drive anyone insane. She usually wore salwar-kameez, mostly Punjabi-style, and her beauty was enough to make any man’s cock stand at attention. Jasnoor has two kids, aged 18 and 19, and her husband is a busy businessman. She’s close friends with Priya Bhabhi, someone I already had a steamy connection with.
Punjabi women have a certain charm—their husky, seductive voices and those thick, protruding asses that scream sex appeal. Jasnoor was the epitome of that. She often visited Priya’s place, and since Priya and I were already fucking regularly, I’d tease Priya about setting me up with Jasnoor while pounding her pussy. Priya would laugh it off, but I was obsessed with Jasnoor’s raw sexiness. One winter day, Priya asked, “Can you tutor Jasnoor’s kids?”
I grinned and shot back, “Priya, what’s the deal? Am I teaching the kids or fucking their mom’s tight pussy?” She laughed, “Both, if you can handle it!” I smirked, “Just get Jasnoor to say yes, and I’m game.” Soon, I met Jasnoor. Her tight salwar-kameez hugged her curves, her big tits and round ass begging to be touched. I was lost in her body, my eyes devouring her massive breasts.
She broke the silence, “Their exams are coming up, and these useless kids will fail. Please, do whatever it takes to get them to pass. I’ll pay any fee, just come to my place and teach them.” I chuckled, “Deal.” I started going to her house every afternoon. Slowly, Jasnoor opened up to me, and even her husband began trusting me. As exams neared, I suggested, “I’ll come in the evenings so the kids can revise in the morning and ace their papers.”
She nodded, “No objections. Do whatever works.” Then, one day, her husband got a call—his mother was ill back in their village. He booked a ticket and left the next day. That night, I decided it was time to make my move on Jasnoor. The next evening, while I was tutoring her kids, she said, “Stay for dinner tonight.” I agreed. By then, her kids had finished studying, eaten, and gone to bed.
Jasnoor smiled, “Go wash up in the bathroom; I’ll set the table.” That day, her tight salwar-kameez made her look like a fucking goddess. Her ass was so perfect, my cock was throbbing just looking at it. Her tits were practically bursting out, and I was dying to grab them, squeeze them, and feel them in my hands. We sat down to eat, and she seemed unusually happy. Out of nowhere, she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
I was caught off guard but replied, “Nah, my luck’s not that good.” She giggled, “Come on, you’re hot, and that body of yours is killer!” I leaned in, “I’m into older women, especially married ones like you.” She blushed, clearly flustered, and asked, “Why’s that?” I smirked, “Because they know what they want, fuck with passion, and make sure you cum hard.” Her fair cheeks turned pink, and I pushed further, “Punjabi women are my type—they’re fiery, sexy as hell, just like you.”
She went quiet, her head lowered in shyness. I got up, walked to her, lifted her face with both hands, and said, “Jasnoor, you drive me wild. Yeah, you’re married, a mom of two, but you’re so fucking hot. Sex is natural—it doesn’t care about age or status.” With that, I kissed her trembling lips. She stood up, startled, but I pulled her into my arms and started sucking her lips. She closed her eyes, melting into me, and soon she was kissing me back. We made out hard, our tongues wrestling in a sloppy, passionate French kiss.
Her hand slid down, rubbing my cock through my pants, while I grabbed her thick, cushiony ass, kneading it like dough. When she opened her eyes, they were dripping with lust. I whispered, “Jasnoor, I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve been dreaming of pounding your pussy since I saw you.” She purred, “Then make that dream come true. Who’s stopping you?” I said, “Check the doors; I’ll handle the windows.” We locked everything, checked the kids’ room, and I scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom.
I threw her onto the bed and climbed on top, groping her big tits and sucking her lips. Soon, I ripped off my clothes, and she stripped down too. We were butt-naked, tangled in each other’s arms. I asked, “How’d you get ready so fast?” She sighed, “My husband’s a good guy, but his business keeps him drained. He fucks me sometimes, but there’s no fire, no passion. My pussy’s been starving, aching for a real man.”
I grinned, “Jasnoor, every woman craves a good fuck, just like you’re hungry for food or thirsty for water. Tonight, we’re quenching that thirst.” I slid my finger into her pussy—it was already soaked, dripping wet. I said, “Let’s do 69.” She jumped up, planted her juicy pussy on my face, and started sucking my cock like a pro. Her pale, round ass and pink pussy were flawless, shaved clean. I licked her pussy and asshole, driving her wild. “Ohhh… fuck… lick it, Prem!” she moaned, slurping my cock like a lollipop.
Her pussy gushed, her juices coating my face, and I lapped it all up. Soon, I exploded, and she swallowed every drop of my cum. We collapsed, panting. She gasped, “Fuck, that was amazing!” I smirked, “We’re just getting started, my queen.” I started licking her entire body—her nipples hardened, her tits grew firmer. I tongued her pussy, ass, thighs, waist, back, everywhere, making her moan louder. “Ahhh… ohhh… Prem, keep going!” she begged.
My 7-inch cock was rock-hard again. She pleaded, “Prem, don’t tease me anymore. Fuck my pussy, please!” I pinned her down, rubbing my cock against her wet slit. She screamed, “You bastard, fuck me now! Stop teasing my cunt!” I slapped her face lightly and growled, “Jasnoor, you’re my slut now, my slave. Beg your master to fuck you.”
She whimpered, “Master, I’m your whore, your slave. Please fuck my pussy, quench my thirst. I’ll serve your cock with my cunt forever.” I smacked her ass hard and barked, “Who’s gonna fuck this ass, you bitch?” She moaned, “My husband fucked it big, but it’s yours now. Do whatever you want.” I ordered, “Turn over. I’m fucking your ass first.”
She flipped over, and I slid a pillow under her stomach, spreading her legs wide so her ass lifted up. I grabbed a bottle of oil, dripping it onto her asshole, massaging it in with one finger. “Ohhh… uhhh…” she moaned. I added a second finger, pouring more oil, then slathered my cock with it. I placed my cockhead at her tight asshole. She shut her eyes, bracing herself. I gripped her shoulders, lay on top of her, and with one hard thrust, shoved my entire cock into her ass.
“Fuuuck… ohhh… I’m dying!” she screamed, writhing in pain. I stayed still, squeezing her tits until she calmed down. Slowly, she started moving her ass, grinding against my cock. “Ahhh… fuck… harder, Prem!” she moaned. I started thrusting, the slap-slap-slap of our bodies echoing. She screamed, “Yes… ohhh… tear my ass apart… harder!” I growled, “My slut, I’ll fuck your ass so good, you’ll never want another cock.”
After twenty minutes of relentless ass-fucking, she came hard, her body shaking. I unloaded deep inside her ass, collapsing on top of her. We were sweating, gasping for air. I pulled out my limp cock and lay beside her. Ten minutes later, she climbed on top of me, my cock pressing against her pussy, her tits mashed against my chest. I stroked her hair and back as we lay there, lost in each other.
She got up, cleaned my_cum from her ass in the bathroom, and brought two glasses of juice from the kitchen. We drank, and she looked blissful. I gazed into her eyes; she blushed and snuggled into my arms. I asked, “What’s up, Jasnoor?” She whispered, “I never knew sex could feel this good. You’re my second husband now.” That night, I fucked her pussy hard too. “Ohhh… fuck me harder, Prem!” she screamed as the slap-slap-slap of our fucking filled the room. We kept going until her husband returned from the village.
I’d sometimes sneak over during the day when she was alone, pounding her pussy raw. A few times, at Priya’s place, I fucked both Priya and Jasnoor together. Jasnoor never got pregnant—she’d had a sterilization surgery after her second kid. Those were wild days, friends. I still get hard thinking about them. Most guys can’t satisfy one woman, but I had two sexy bhabhis screaming my name. Sex is a drug—the deeper you dive, the better it gets.
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