Rashmi squirmed in bed and sighed. She opened her eyes and squinted against the morning sun shining in through the curtains of her bedroom window. Her husband Jishnu has not yet returned from his official trip to Dubai. They stay together with her brother-in-law Jishu and Sister-in-law Lakshmi. Rashmi always had hots for thick black meat. Her husband Jishnu is a monster but considering her sluttiness and orgies before marriage, one is not enough for her. She had secret crush for her brother in law Jishu. But never did that chance of her making out with him happened. He Bi-Curious tendency also made her look into her sister-in-law Lakshmi in a sexual way.
”Oooooh,” she murmured softly, gliding her hands under the sheet. A hot shiver swept over her hot body as her hands settled on her small plump tits. Her nipples hardened and a tremor in her pussy made her hips jerk. Eager and hot, she kicked off the sheet and pulled her pink nightie from her lithe body. Shaking, she caressed her bare tits, her breathing shallow, raspy. Her smooth silky flesh felt as if it were on fire.”Oh, damn,” she muttered, writhing on her back. Her glassy blue eyes stared down at her tits and massaging fingers. It was almost as if she were watching someone else fondle her creamy tit mounds. She squeezed them and moaned, her thighs clapping tightly together, the squishy cream of her pussy soaking the crotch of her panties. With one hand still caressing and massaging her plump tits, Rashmi moved her other hand to her pink bikini bottoms. Teasing herself, she slipped her hand into her panties and played with the soft silky hair of her dark-thatched pussy. Her breath caught in her throat and she spread her legs.
“Mmmm,” she purred, dipping one finger through the wet slippery gash of her cunt. “Oooooh!” Her hips jerked up as the tip of her finger glided over her blood-filled sensitive clit. “Unnnn!” Trembling, she stroked her pussy, the tip of her tongue flicking over her Parted lips to keep them moist as she gasped air into her lungs. Warm pussy-cream drenched her urgent fingers and the sweet scent of her turned-on pussy drifted up to make her head spin. Panting, she tore off her panties, exposing her bare pussy. She closed her eyes, pretending her brother-in-law was at the foot of the bed watching her. “Ooooh, Jishu Chetta. Look at me.” It was a hoarse whisper of desperation. She spread her legs wide, parted the satiny folds of her cunt and rolled her hips. The red glistening slit of her fuckhole was completely displayed. “I’m so wet, Jishu Chetta,” she whispered. She pinched her clit and shuddered as tiny spasms rippled through her writhing body. Whimpering, Rashmi rolled over onto her belly. She pressed her tits against the mattress, her nipples pleasurably sore as she rubbed them against the sheet. “Un … Un … Un.” Keeping her legs spread, Rashmi reached around, and she parted the cheeks of her firm heart-shaped ass. “Look, Chetta,” she moaned, her words muffled against a pillow.
She exposed her wrinkled pinkish-brown asshole and squirmed. “I’m so hot!” she gasped, writhing on her belly. She brought her hands under her body, raking her nails over her clit. Spasms caromed through her fuckhole and warm sticky pussy-cream oozed out over her frantic fingers. Dizzy with lust, Rashmi rolled out of bed, staggering on wobbly legs to the closet door. From dilated blue eyes, she stared hotly at her slim naked body. She pouted, wishing her tits were bigger, her hips more round, and the silky brown hair around her pussy were thicker. “Damn,” she moaned, rubbing her body. She pushed her tits together, making them appear larger. “Unnnn.” The heat in her pussy spread, exciting her in its sizzling warmth.quivering and panting, she staggered back to the bed, not wanting to look at her slim body, knowing her brother-in-law wouldn’t be interested in her. He would want a woman, she knew, and she was slim and not meaty like his wife. Sprawled out on her back, she played with her wet seeping pussy. Her body quaked as her fingers groped and massaged her hard pulsing clit. “Oh … Oh … Oh,” she panted, her innocent face flushed with excitement. With her small plump tits jiggling, Rashmi worked the juices of her pussy into a frothy lather. Cream soaked her fingers and oozed down her cunt crack, staining the sheets. She gulped in air, her hips jerking. “Oooh, I’m so hot.” Her writhing body began to twitch sporadically. The insides of her cunt pulsed and oozed creamy juices into the empty channel of her fuckhole. With her legs slapping frantically up and down, Rashmi raced wildly toward her climax. She clawed her clit with one hand, scratched the fingers of her other hand through her red sensitive pussy. Her nipples swelled, jiggling on the peaks of her creamy tits. She humped up, trembled, her orgasm a breath away.”Oh, shit!” she gasped, her blue eyes widening. “Ooooh, I’m gonna … Cum!”
Gulping back her pounding heart, Rashmi’s fingers devastated her clit and the opening of her pussy. “I’m cumming,” she moaned, trying to keep her voice down. The last thing she wanted to do was wake her sister-in-law in the other room. “Ooooh … I’m … Cumming.” Hot spasmodic orgasms swept over Rashmi’s writhing twisting body. The muscles inside her wet overheated cunt pulsed, gripping an imaginary cock. “I’m cumming … Unnnn.” She bucked up from the bed, hot pussy cream gushing from her climaxing cunt. The frothy white cum flowed over her fingers, down her pussy crack, and widened the dark stain on the sheet. “Ooooh, Jishu Chetta. I want you!” She thrashed on her back, her head snapping from side to side, her brown hair slashing across her face. She strained her neck and arched her back as another orgasm tore through her pussy like a hot poker. Tits flopping, hips jerking, she twisted and writhed on the bed, her little body in the throes of another even more intense orgasm. Clawing her clit and pussy, she jerked up and flipped over onto her belly. “Unnnnn,” she moaned, her cries lost in the pillow. She slammed her hips forward, mangling her clit between her fingers.
The sweet tender meat of her ass cheeks jiggled, the flesh stained with pussy-cum. “Oh … Oh … Ahhhh!” She ground her climaxing body over the mattress, crushing her tits beneath her. Legs flopping, clit mashed against her fingers, she jerked up, crashed down, her screams lost in the pillow. Gasping and drooling, Rashmi humped her fingers, her ass jerking and twisting wildly. Hot orgasms washed over her trembling body and she rocked frantically, the bed squeaking beneath her. “Ahhhh!” Her young body stiffened, quivered, and then relaxed as she seemed to melt into the bed. Panting, she lay there, tingling sensations seeping over her as the intensity of her orgasms left her weak, yet unsatisfied.
Lakshmi, Rashmi’s sister-in-law, stood in the doorway separating their two rooms. She was wearing a normal house hold salwar. Her tits, larger and fuller than Rashmi’s, were tingling. She swallowed the lump in her throat and giggled. Rashmi lifted her head, her face filling with shock as she stared at her sister-in-law. Quickly, she rolled over, a sheepish grin on her face. “How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough to watch you cream all over the fuckin’ bed,” she said, coming into Rashmi’s room. “Damn … I heard the bed squeaking from my room.” “You gonna tell Jishnu and Jishu chettan?” Rashmi asked, a tinge of fear and excitement Skipping through her young body. “Why should I tell them?” Lakshmi said. She plopped on the bed, her large tits bouncing erotically. Rashmi leered jealously at her sister-in-law’s plump creamy tits. She began to tingle all over. She also became aware of her own naked body and her sister’s leering looks. “Is your pussy all wet?” Lakshmi asked, her voice husky, her bright green eyes glassy and dilated. “My pussy’s always wet,” Rashmi giggled. She spread her legs. “See for yourself.”Lakshmi gasped as she leered hungrily at her sister-in-law’s soothing pussy. She was shocked at Rashmi’s sluttiness. “How about you?” Rashmi asked boldly. “Is your pussy always wet?” Lakshmi sighed and peeled off her pants and panties. “I wake up the same way every morning … Hot and wet.” Rashmi sat up, her small firm tits jiggling. She licked her lips, enjoying the sight of her sister’s curly black cunt hair. “You still horny even after having a kid?” Lakshmi pouted. “I think i’ll always be horny,” she said. “I know you are.” Rashmi stroked her fingers through her own wet steamy cunt slit, coating her fingers with pussy-cream. “All I think about is getting fucked,” she admitted. ”
Maybe if we make it together, we can have some fun.” Rashmi sighed as a trickling spasm rippled through her pussy. “i’ll pretend I’m a boy.” Lakshmi crawled up beside her sister-in-law and wrapped her arms around her. “God, this is going to be fun.” Rashmi melted into her sister-in-law’s arms. “You ever do this before?” she whispered. “Never,” Lakshmi said. She rubbed her body against Rashmi’s. “I’m creaming.” “Me, before marriage!” Rashmi gasped. That was another shocker to Lakshmi, knowing her sister-in-law is a major slut before marriage. Rashmi pressed her lips to her sister-in-law’s mouth, her tongue flicking out into Lakshmi’s open mouth. Lakshmi gulped, sucking on her sister’s tongue. She squirmed, forcing her thigh between Rashmi’s legs. Warm pussy-cream coated her skin.
“Unnnn,” Rashmi purred. She jerked her hips, gliding her cunt along her sister-in-law’s smooth silky thigh. Her mouth came away from Lakshmi’s lips. “Ooooh, Lakshmi Chechi. This is great.” “It’s gonna get better, too!” Lakshmi gasped. “God, you’re really creaming my leg.” “Unnn, I know,” Rashmi moaned, the inside of her pussy bubbling with warm sticky cunt cream. She shoved her thigh between Lakshmi’s legs, pressed it up against her cunt. “Ooooh, you’re creaming, too.”
They clung to each other, their tits, sensitive and ripe, mashed against each other’s. Their hips jerked and their cunts pulsed, oozing hot buttery cream. Their mouths locked and their tongues explored, the spit in their mouths drenching their faces. Rashmi pulled away from her sister-in-law. Panting, her blue eyes glowing, she leered at Lakshmi’s lush body sprawled out on the bed. “I’m tired of kissing. I wanna do more.”Lakshmi caught her breath. “If you had a cock, you could ram my pussy.” Rashmi brought her mouth to her sister-in-law’s plump ripe tits. She flashed her tongue over one swollen nipple. “I don’t have a prick, so my mouth will have to do.” “Ahhhh!” Lakshmi gasped. She squirmed, waiting for Rashmi to devour her tits. “Suck ’em, Rashmi. Suck ’em and bite them like a man would do.” “I will,” Rashmi whispered. “I’m gonna suck every part of your body, then you can do the same to me.”
“Yes,” Lakshmi moaned. She spread her legs and reached for Rashmi’s small cherry-capped tits. She squeezed, making her younger sister-in-law moan. “Make me crazy.” Rashmi’s head was spinning. She got comfortable on the bed, fondled her older sister-in-law’s tits, and her blue eyes fixed hungrily on the girl’s swollen pink nipples. In the next instant, she brought her mouth to one jiggling tit and sucked. “Ahhhh!” Lakshmi panted. “Bite! Bite!” Rashmi lost her mind. Gobbling on her sister-in-law’s tits had her crazy. She feasted on Lakshmi’s cherry-red nipples, making the tips hard. She slobbered her spit over the Lakshmi’s soft dusky skin, her tongue working over every warm inch of her sister-in-law’s huge tits. Lakshmi writhed on her back. Her red-fringed pussy was creaming, soaking her ass-crack and thighs as she squeezed her legs together. “Ooooh, bite me, Rashmi. Bite my fuckin’ tits.” Rashmi, her face smeared with drool, used her teeth. She nipped at her sister-in-law’s nipples, biting and sucking her white silky skin, turning it red. In seconds she had Lakshmi wailing in ecstasy. “Ooooh, Rashmi! Rashmi!” Lakshmi forgot about mauling Rashmi’s tits. She dropped her hands to claw the sheet. The inside of her pussy pulsed each time Rashmi took a deep suck on her tits. “I’m creaming … Unnnn!”
Rashmi lifted her head and saw what she had done to her sister-in-law’s tits. Panting noisily, she climbed over Lakshmi’s body, straddling one of Lakshmi’s long outstretched legs. She ground her cunt against Lakshmi’s knee and whimpered. “I’m so hot, Lakshmi Chechi!” “Me, too,” Lakshmi moaned, leering hotly at her sister-in-law. Rashmi’s hips were jerking. Her small tits jiggled, her nipples feeling as if they were going to burst. “I’m creaming … God, Lakshmi chechi. I’m creaming your fuckin’ knee.””I feel it!” Lakshmi gasped. She jerked up her knee, smashing it against Rashmi’s cunt, and watched her younger sister-in-law’s face twist into a mask of lust. “Aghhh!” Rashmi wailed, almost toppling off her sister-in-law’s knee. “God, Lakshmi chechi. I’m so fuckin’ hot!” “My pussy, Rashmi. Eat my pussy.” Lakshmi was shaking, the inside of her cunt on fire. “Eat my pussy. Make me cum!” Drunk with desire, Rashmi stared down between Lakshmi’s parted legs, gazing greedily at the red gash of her cunt. “Then you eat me … Right?” The words came from her mouth in gasping pants.
“Yes … Yes,” Lakshmi moaned. “Oh, God, get the hell off my leg and eat my pussy.” Jishu, having heard noises coming from his sister-in-law’s bedroom, had climbed the stairs. Curious, he peeked into Rashmi’s bedroom. A hot jolt of passion churned his gut. He gulped and leered at naked wife and sister-in-law. Instantly, he had a hard-on, a hard-on that ached painfully. He stared, his gaze traveling over Rashmi’s lithe body as she climbed off Lakshmi’s knee. “Shit,” Rashmi moaned. “I’m shaking all over.” “Eat me,” Lakshmi begged. “God. Make me cum.” She rubbed her own swollen tits. Rashmi enjoyed the power she held over her older sister-in-law. “i’ll eat your pussy,” she said. She dragged a finger up through Lakshmi’s wet seeping cunt. “When I am ready.”Hot spasms caromed through Lakshmi’s twisting body. “You little bitch,” she moaned. “Eat my cunt and stop teasing.” Rashmi had no intention of stopping her erotic game. She pinched Lakshmi’s clit, making her sister-in-law writhe and scream. “You better stop howling, or Jishu chettan will hear you.” “You bitch!” Lakshmi gasped. “I’m a bitch,” Rashmi tormented. “I’m the bitch who’s gonna suck your cunt and make you cream. You better be nice to me.” “I will,” Lakshmi promised. “i’ll do anything you want.”
Rashmi massaged her sister-in-law’s cunt, pinching the girl’s hard throbbing clit and running her finger up and down her sopping cunt slit. “Will you eat my asshole out with your tongue and suck it?”” Yes,” Lakshmi moaned. “Anything! Anything!” Rashmi twisted Lakshmi’s clit with her fingers, then dropped onto her belly. She licked the juice-stained flesh of Lakshmi’s inner thighs, her head spinning, her own cunt dripping. She sucked and chewed on Lakshmi’s thighs, her mouth getting closer and closer to her sister-in-law’s overheated cunt. Lakshmi writhed on her back, her tits flopping, her nails clawing the sheet. She humped up, whimpering under her sister-in-law’s mouth. “My pussy,” she pleaded. “Eat me!” For a second, Rashmi stared at her sister-in-law’s pussy. It was red, the velvety folds swollen, glistening with a filmy cream that oozed from the inside of her cunt. She swallowed hard, her blue eyes glazed with lust.” Eat me,” Lakshmi howled. She humped up, her ass coming off the bed. She twisted her hips, moaning, anxious for her sister-in-law’s tongue to put out the raging fire in her steamy pussy. “Eat me!” Rashmi scooted her hands under Lakshmi’s jiggling ass, digging her nails into the soft flesh. She fused her mouth to Lakshmi’s pussy and sucked. “Aghhhh!” Lakshmi wailed, her body trembling wildly. “Ooooh, Rashmi! Rashmi!”
Warm pussy-cream flowed over Rashmi’s face. She sucked, drawing sticky cream into her mouth. The taste of her sister-in-law’s pussy made her dizzy and her cunt contracted sporadically, pulsing, gripping an imaginary cock. “Suck,” Lakshmi moaned. “Ooooh, suck me, Rashmi!” She thrashed on the bed, her pussy flowing, her cunt feeling as if it was being sucked from her body. “Oooh, Rashmi!” Jishu watched, not believing what his eyes were witnessing. His wife and sister-in-law, two ladies of their house, were acting and carrying on like two oversexed whores. It blew his mind. He rubbed his cock through his pants and pushed the door open another few inches to get a better view. Rashmi wormed her tongue between the velvety folds of her sister-in-law’s hot pussy. She lapped hungrily at the flowing juices, swallowing them as her tongue penetrated the entrance to Lakshmi’s well used fuck hole. She raked her sister-in-law’s ass, making her howl and twist on the bed. Lakshmi arched her back, jerked her hips and smashed her cunt into Rashmi’s face. “My clit, Rashmi! Chew my fuckin’ clit!”
Rashmi plastered her mouth tightly to her sister-in-law’s pussy, chewed sadistically on the loose folds and sucked warm cream into her mouth. Her fingers scratched the sensitive flesh of her sister-in-law’s ass as she sought the crack and the tiny ring of her asshole. Lakshmi squirmed, bucking her hips. Her mouth opened as Rashmi’s fingers clawed her asshole. “Ooooh, no,” she cried. “Don’t!” It was too late. Rashmi’s finger jabbed viciously into Lakshmi’s asshole. She twisted it, her sister-in-law’s cries of anguish turning her on. She jabbed another finger into her sister-in-law’s asshole, finger-fucking her tiny shitter as she gobbled hungrily on Lakshmi’s overflowing pussy. Lakshmi’s eyes widened. The pain of Rashmi’s ass-stabbing fingers blended with the pleasure of Rashmi’s cunt-sucking mouth. It drove Lakshmi wild and she bucked and twisted maniacally on the bed.
Rashmi darted her tongue into Lakshmi’s fuckhole, felt the inner walls of Lakshmi’s dripping cunt. Hot cream bathed her tongue as she licked quickly through her sister-in-law’s gaping cunt slit. Her own hips jerked, her clit brushing against the sheet. Spasms rippled through her pussy, spasms that made her eat her squealing sister-in-law at a more frenzied pace. Lakshmi lurched up, then slammed down. Her hips rotated in tight quick circles. “My clit! Make me cum!” She shoved forward, mangled her clit against Rashmi’s teeth. “Aghhhh!” Rashmi’s face was soaked with sticky cunt cream. She twisted her fingers inside Lakshmi’s asshole, jabbing them in and out quickly, her sister-in-law’s screams and twisting body telling her that she was having a ball. She sucked hard, ready to give Lakshmi what she wanted – an orgasm. Yessss,” Lakshmi hissed, sensing Rashmi was ready to make her cum. “I’m so close. Bite my clit! Make me cum!” She was delirious, her body quaking, swirling at the peak, needing only Rashmi’s teeth to take her over the edge. Rashmi latched her teeth into Lakshmi’s juice-filled clit. With her sister-in-law’s clit a prisoner of her teeth, she lashed her tongue over the ultra-sensitive tip. Cream gushed from Lakshmi’s cunt. Lakshmi wrenched her body, stiffened, and then went into wild frantic convulsions. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she wailed, not caring who heard her screams of lust. “I’m creaming, Rashmi!”
Rashmi knew it. Lakshmi’s pussy-cum was drowning her. She held on tightly to Lakshmi’s clit, her tongue whipping back and forth over the tip. She sucked, almost tearing Lakshmi’s clit from her twisting body. “Aghhhh! I’m cumming! I’m cum … Ing!” Lakshmi went insane. She pounded the bed with her fists, lifted her legs, grabbed them by the ankles, stretching them wide as she twisted her hips and ground her cunt into her sister-in-law’s mouth. Rashmi buried her face against Lakshmi’s pussy. She chewed on her clit, sucked it and whipped it with her tongue. Cum flowed into her mouth, over her face and down her chin. She jabbed hard, stabbing her fingers in and out of Lakshmi’s shitter as her older sister-in-law thrashed and jerked on the bed, a prisoner of her mouth and ass-ripping fingers. Lakshmi arched her back, and then dropped her legs. Her neck strained as her head snapped from side to side. Her hips lurched up, twisted, and then slammed down, driving Rashmi’s fingers deeper into her asshole. “Oooooh, Rashmi! I can’t stop! I can’t stop!”
Rashmi didn’t want her sister-in-law to stop. For the first time in her life, she was really enjoying sex. Even sucking her sister-in-law off was better than playing with herself alone in bed. She ravaged her sister-in-law’s pussy, chewing madly on Lakshmi’s throbbing clit, sucking hard and lashing her tongue. Lakshmi ground her ass down onto Rashmi’s fingers and screamed as Rashmi’s nails raked the walls of her tight shitter. She shoved forward, mashed her clit into Rashmi’s chewing teeth. “Ooooh! Oooooh!” She bucked up, grabbed her flopping tits and mauled them with her hands. Rashmi chewed harder. She jabbed another finger into her sister-in-law’s asshole, making Lakshmi jerk up from the bed. Her free hand came out from under Lakshmi’s body and she used her nails on Lakshmi’s sizzling flesh, clawing it wildly, leaving red lines all over her creamy white skin. Lakshmi’s legs stiffened. A shuddering explosion ripped through her empty cunt. She fell back on the bed, twitching, whimpering, her clit and asshole still controlled by her lust-crazed younger sister-in-law. “No … More! No more,” she begged. Rashmi released her sister-in-law’s clit and sucked one last time, taking a river of pussy-cum into her mouth. She yanked her fingers from Lakshmi’s asshole, and then lifted her head from between her legs. Cunt-cum coated her features, dripped from her chin. “Now, it’s my turn,” she panted. Jishu watched it all as Lakshmi ate Rashmi’s asshole and pussy until she climaxed. Slowly and quietly, he stepped away from the partially open door and went back to their room, his cock aching and his forehead dotted with sweat. “I never had so much fun in my life,” Rashmi moaned. “After breakfast I wanna come back up here and do everything all over again.” “When Jishu chettan goes out,” Lakshmi said. “Shit, the way we were screaming, it was a wonder he didn’t come up and catch us.” Rashmi giggled. “I wonder what he’d do.” “Beat our asses,” Lakshmi said, climbing out of bed. Rashmi thought about her Jishu Chettan whipping her ass. She shivered, imagining his big hand cracking her bare ass and turning it hot and red. “Maybe it would be fun.” “You’re crazy,” Lakshmi said. “I’m goin’ in my room and get dressed for breakfast. You better get dressed, too.””I will,” Rashmi said dreamily. She rolled out of bed, her thoughts on her Jishu chettan as she dressed.
Rashmi lay quietly in bed, the curtains on the window parted, and the moon lighting the room in erotic shadows. Her legs were spread, the sheet kicked off her slim body. “Mmmmm,” she purred, rubbing her hands over her nightie, squeezing her tits through the thin sexy material. “Whatta day.” She slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms, stroking her pussy while thinking of her sister-in-law’s mouth sucking frantically at her cunt. “Ooooh, God.” It had been a fantastic day of sex with her sister-in-law. They had made it together in every room in the house after their Brother-in-law had gone out. Jishnu, her husband yet to get back from his official trip from Dubai. Rashmi squeezed her thighs together. Warm pussy-cream oozed from her fuckhole, coating her fingers as she wondered if she should go into Lakshmi’s room and wake her up. She decided not to. Tomorrow would be another day and their Brother-in-law would be gone again. Jishu tiptoed down the hall, and he peeked into Rashmi’s room. His gut churned as he watched his younger brother’s wife play with herself. In seconds, his prick was throbbing, aching painfully in the tight confines of his pants. He found that his breathing was raspy, shallow. He fought his lust and hunger for his sister-in-law, but couldn’t tear himself away from the door. He had to watch.
Rashmi squirmed on the bed, her hand caressing the velvety folds of her sizzling pussy. Her eyes widened and she glimpsed the shadow of her Brother-in-law in the hall. A gasp caught in her throat, and her first thought was to cover herself up and feign sleep. Instead, a hot smile spread over her full mouth. This was her chance. If he was looking, maybe she could turn him on. Her innocent mind never conceived anything else happening.”Ooooh,” she murmured softly, massaging her small plump tits through her nightie. “I’m so hot.” She spread her legs again and glided one hand up through her seeping pussy. “Mmmmm.” Jishu almost choked. The palms of his hands were sweaty and his mouth was dry. He couldn’t stand it. All day the image of his wife and sister-in-law had haunted him, kept his head reeling. He coughed loud enough for Rashmi to hear, waited a few seconds, and then opened the door. Rashmi’s breath caught in her throat. She pretended to be surprised and quickly brought her hand out from her panties. “Is that you, Jishu chetta?” she whispered.
“Yes, Rashmi,” Jishu said hoarsely. “Just checking to see if you were asleep.” He started to go, the ache in his groin keeping him from leaving his daughter’s bedroom. “Sit with me for a minute, Jishu chetta,” Rashmi sighed. “Please.” Jishu sat on the edge of the bed. His gut was churning as he leered at his younger brother’s wife’s small tits pressing against the top of her frilly nightie. He could see the outline of her swollen nipples and the sight sent a hot jolt of lust through his cum-crammed balls. Rashmi squirmed on her back and stretched. Her nightie slipped up, baring her soft belly. Her bikini bottoms hugged her slim hips, leaving an erotic display of creamy virgin flesh displayed for her Brother-in-law’s pleasure. Jishu stared, his gaze roaming anxiously over Rashmi’s lithe body. He stared at her crotch, where only a few minutes ago her hand had been playing. His breath came out as if someone had kicked him in the stomach. “I can’t sleep, Jishu chetta,” she whispered hotly. “I feel all funny inside.” She squirmed, shivering under her Brother-in-law’s leering glances.
She wriggled her hips, parted her legs and inched her nightie up higher, exposing her rib cage. “Will you rub my belly for me? Maybe it’ll help me to relax.”Jishu groaned as he brought his hand to the silky flesh of his brother’s wife’s stomach and began caressing her. Touching her sent a tremor caroming through his balls, and it took all of his willpower to keep from ripping her nightie off and raping her petite slim body. “Mmmmm. It feels good, Jishu chetta,” she sighed. She rested her hand on his thigh and felt him stiffen. Hot spasms ripped through her pussy. She placed her other hand on his as he moved his hand in wider bolder strokes. “Nnnnn, I like it, Jishu chetta.”
As if he were hypnotized, Jishu watched his hand, covered with hers, skim her sizzling smooth flesh. “Maybe I should let you get some sleep.” His voice was ragged, coated with desire for his brother’s wife. “Oh, no, Jishu chetta,” she pouted. “Stay with me.” She moved her hand slowly up his thigh, her fingers an inch away from the bulging hard-on in his pants. “Rub me ’til I fall asleep.” She inched his hand under her nightie, causing his fingers to almost touch her small sensitive tits. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Jishu fought the urge to span the flesh of his brother’s wife’s tits. He choked back a groan and eased his hand out from under her nightie. “Oooh, Jishu chetta.” She licked her lips and sat up, making sure her hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants. Touching him made her dizzy. “Give me a kiss goodnight and you can go.”
Jishu leaned forward, expecting to give her a peck on the cheek. Instead, he found her quickly in his arms, her soft urgent lips parted, then quickly pressed against his own. Rashmi was out of her mind. She had thrown her arms around him, her lips fused to his. She darted her tongue into his mouth, whimpering as she rubbed her body against his. Jishu couldn’t fight his desire any longer. He held her, felt her tremble in his arms. He sucked on her tongue, roamed her squirming body with his hands, exploring, sampling the silky flesh of her young body.
“Ooooh, Jishu Chetta,” Rashmi gasped, pulling her mouth from his. “Touch me. Touch me.” She threw herself onto her back, pulled off her nightie and displayed the soft mounds of her small ripe tits. “Unnnn,” Jishu groaned, his jaw clenched, his eyes feasting hungrily on his younger brother’s wife’s tits. Rashmi was trembling, waiting, praying her Jishu Chettan would do what she wanted. She arched her back, jutting out her tits. “Touch me, Jishu Chetta. Please.” Jishu brought one large hand to his sister-in-law’s tits. The tip of her nipple burned into the palm of his hand as he spanned her flesh and began massaging the pliant meat of her tit. “Rashmi,” he moaned. “We shouldn’t.” “Ooooh, Jishu Chetta,” she pouted, writhing on her back. “I like it. Don’t stop.” Jishu couldn’t stop. He no longer wanted to. He massaged both her tits, his prick straining in his pants to be free. “You are Sweet Rashmi,” he moaned huskily. “Ummmm, Jishu Chetta.” Her cunt was on fire. She rocked her hips gently; wallowing in the pleasure of her Jishu Chettan’s massaging hands. “You’re making me so hot.”
She brought her hands to his and made him squeeze her tits with more urgency. “Are you hot, too, Jishu Chetta?” she purred. “Yes, Rashmi.” He kneaded her small tits, his eyes devouring her body. “Take off my panties,” she cooed. “Touch my pussy.” Jishu’ head was reeling. He squirmed on the bed, brought his hands down to her wriggling hips and eased her panties down until the silky black hair of her virgin cunt came into view. He choked, his prick ready to burst in his pants. “Sweet Rashmi.”Rashmi was breathing hard. She lifted her ass and sighed as her Jishu Chettan whisked off her panties. Quickly, she spread her legs. “Touch my pussy, Jishu Chetta. I’m all wet.” Jishu brought his hand to Rashmi’s cunt, cupped her moist pussy-mound as she squirmed against his hand. Warm sticky cream soaked his palm. “Unnnnn, Jishu Chetta.” She lay completely naked, legs spread, tits jiggling, hips rolling as her Jishu Chettan fondled and caressed her dripping cunt. “Ooooh … Oooh … Aaaah!”
Jishu kneaded her tits and stroked her cunt. The sweet scent of her pussy invaded his head, making him dizzy. “Baby,” he rasped. “Sweet Rashmi baby.” Rashmi brought her hand to her Jishu Chettan’s bulging crotch. She rubbed it, squeezed, and then shuddered as his cock throbbed violently through his pants. “Let me see your cock, Jishu Chetta,” she whispered hotly. Jishu was about to lose his mind. Hearing his younger brother’s wife talk this way drove him crazy. “You take it out, Rashmi,” he groaned. “Mmmmm, Jishu Chetta.” Reluctantly, she squirmed away from his hands. “Lay back on the bed and i’ll take off your pants.”Jishu dropped to the bed and stared at his naked younger brother’s wife. He was tense, a raging fire in his balls spreading through his body. He gulped, leered; his gaze fixed on her tits as she quickly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. Rashmi was quivering. Without speaking, she pulled her Jishu Chettan’s pants down. She sucked in her breath, her eyes widening as his cock seemed to leap up and stab the air. A soft gasp escaped her parted lips. Eagerly, she shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles and gazed hotly at his towering prick. “It’s so big, Jishu Chetta,” she sighed breathlessly. “So big!?” Jishu exclaimed. What about Jishnu’s he asked. Jishnu’s is thick but not lengthy as yours. His is at least one and half inch shorter she replied sexily. Hearing this Jishu was more aroused as he is going to invade the inner walls where even her husband, his own younger brother has not invaded.
“Hold it, Rashmi,” Jishu groaned. He swallowed, moistening his mouth as his prick throbbed like a toothache. “Touch it like I touched you.” “Oooh, I will,” she panted. “I wanna do everything with it.” She Licked her lips and brought her small trembling hands to her Jishu Chettan’s cock. Her fingers closed around his prick shaft. His cock twitched and throbbed. Searing flashes shot up her arm. It felt hot in her hand, making her swoon. “Ahhhh,” Jishu moaned, his hips jerking under his younger brother’s wife’s stroking fingers. Rashmi saw a white drop of jizz seep from his piss-slit. “Is that your pre-cum, Jishu Chetta?” she asked erotically. “Yeah, baby,” he groaned. He was no longer thinking of her as his younger brother’s wife. He was too hot. “My balls are filled with cum.” “Mmmm,” Rashmi sighed. She hefted his huge swollen ball-sac in her hand. “God, they’re heavy.” She squeezed them gently, enjoying the sound of her Jishu Chettan’s groans. “Nnnn, baby,” he rasped. The drop of cum became larger as more jizz seeped from his piss-slit. He jerked up, driving his prick through her fingers. His balls rumbled, swelling even larger as Rashmi stroked his cockshaft and fondled his balls. “Can I lick your cock, Jishu Chetta?”
Jishu twisted on his back. His younger brother’s wife’s soft silky voice rang in his head. “Yeah, Rashmi. Kiss it. Do anything you want to it.” Rashmi was creaming. She brought her mouth to his bloated cockhead, swiped her tongue over his pisser, scooping the thick white glob of cum into her mouth. “Mmmm, it’s delicious.” The touch of her tongue on his cock was like fire. He jammed up and more cum seeped out. “Lick it, Rashmi.” Rashmi licked his cockhead again, savoring the taste of his cum. It was like a whole new world, a hundred times better than what she had done with her husband Jishnu or her sister-in-law Lakshmi. She wanted to gobble on his prick forever. She slapped out her tongue, swirling it over his cockhead, soaking it with her spit. More cum seeped out and she smeared the sticky ooze over her lips. Tremors swept through her pussy and her entire body was quaking with lust. “More, Rashmi,” Jishu groaned. “Lick it all over.” Rashmi squirmed on the bed, the light from the window giving her a good view of his long thick cock. “Ooooh, Jishu Chetta. It’s beautiful.” She brought her mouth to it, kissed his cockshaft and enjoyed her Jishu Chettan’s groans of pleasure.”Don’t talk, baby. Lick it.”
Rashmi parted her lips, and then clamped them over his hard throbbing cockshaft. She glided her lips up and down his long piece of hot cockmeat, drenching it in spit. Her tongue flicked out, caressing his cockshaft as her head moved up and down.”Yeah, baby,” Jishu rasped. “Lick it. Suck it!”Yes, Jishu Chetta,” Rashmi panted. She slobbered spit all over his fat prick shaft, slapped her tongue over his balls and coated them with her drool. The rough texture of his ball-sac excited her and she whimpered, knowing that his balls were stuffed with the tangy tasting cum. Jishu jerked up from the bed. “Your mouth, Rashmi. Put it in your mouth.”Breathing hard, Rashmi slurped her way up from his balls and over his prick shaft. She reached his bloated cockhead and opened her mouth. In a flash, she swallowed his cockhead into her mouth. “Unnn, Rashmi.” He squirmed on his back, forcing himself not to lunge up and rip into his younger brother’s wife’s tight throat with his prick. His gut churned as the heat of her eager mouth invaded his cockshaft, tantalized his swollen balls. “Rashmi! Baby!” Rashmi inched his prick into her mouth, his cockhead grazing along the roof of her mouth. She wiggled her tongue and heard her Jishu Chettan gasp. Turning him on and giving him pleasure made her feel like a complete woman. “Try to get it all in your mouth, baby,” Jishu pleaded. “Take it slow and easy.”
Rashmi wanted to please her Jishu Chettan more than anything else in the world. She gripped his cockshaft at the base and sucked. She eased the head of his prick into her throat, choking back a gag as she breathed hard through her nose. “Yeah, baby.” He jerked his hips, the head of his prick penetrating her throat. “Relax, baby. Relax.”
Rashmi listened. She wanted every inch of his prick in her mouth. Gulping, she shoved her face forward. His cockhead speared her throat, throbbing. Eyes bulging, she forced more of his prick into her throat until her wet clinging lips touched her fingers. Jishu’ balls felt as if they would burst. He jabbed up, smashing her lips into her fingers. “Baby! Suck! Suck!” Greedily, Rashmi sucked on his cock. It was stretching her throat, making her hungry for every inch. She pulled her hand away and slammed her head forward, taking his cock to the root. Gurgling, she mashed her lips against his groin, his prick completely buried. “Yeah,” Jishu groaned. He just can’t believe how easily Rashmi has taken the whole cock in her mouth. He was laughing in mind at the slutty wife his younger brother has got. He was wondering on the count of cocks that has entered her mouth and pussy before marriage, to have such an expertise. He stared down at his younger brother’s wife. He jabbed up, his cock skewering her mouth. He felt her teeth and tongue on his prick. His face twisted in agony. His balls rumbled, ready to explode. He fought his lust for the moment. There was plenty of time to cum. Rashmi loved what she was doing. It was better than eating Lakshmi’s pussy or sucking Jishnu’s cock. She dragged her teeth along his cock as she came up for air. When her teeth banged against the ridge of his bell-shaped cockhead, she stopped. She took one hard deep suck, and then popped her mouth off. “Did I do well, Jishu Chetta?””God, baby. You’re a natural. You took it all in. I am thinking of how you got such expertise.” Rashmi gave a sexy wink in reply.
“I loved it, Jishu Chetta. You taste so good.” She licked her lips. Not having his younger brother’s wife’s hot wet mouth on his prick was driving him crazy. “Don’t stop, Rashmi. Suck me some more.” “Can I suck it until you cum?” she asked innocently. He nodded, his spit-soaked cock stabbing the air. “Until you’ve sucked out every drop.””Ooooh, Jishu Chetta. Thinking about it makes me all mushy inside my pussy.” She dropped her head, her long black hair spraying out over her Jishu Chettan’s groin. “Don’t stop until I tell you,” he moaned, not wanting her to screw him up. “You’re gonna get an awful lot of cum in your mouth.” She has been longing for a different taste of cum for a long time. Her Husband Jishnu just fucks her like bull and never cums in her mouth. Little did he knew Rashmi was a cumslut and craves to have the taste of cum in her mouth. Only she knew how many times she has drank cum of her ex and office colleagues before marriage. Her Jishu Chettan’s cum was exactly what Rashmi wanted now and she had no intention of stopping until she drained his balls. With her mouth filled with his cock, Jishu jerked up, fucking her eager mouth with short punching stabs. He groaned as her teeth scMolestationd along his cockshaft, twisted as her quick tongue whipped over the sensitive underside of his prick, and lunged up each time Rashmi took a deep hungry suck on his cockhead.
With her arms stiff, her palms flat against the mattress, Rashmi held her head steady, allowing her Jishu Chettan to fuck her face. It had her crazy. Gurgling noises came from her mouth, blending with her Jishu Chettan’s groans. She lashed her tongue over his cockshaft each time he jammed his cock up into her mouth. When he jerked back, she sucked deep, making him twist his hips and groan. She used her teeth, gnawing frantically each time he fucked his cock into her face. Spit dribbled from her lips, oozed down His throbbing prick shaft, soaked the thick hair that surrounded his cock, and trickled down his balls. Jishu’s ass lurched up from the bed, his long thick cock stabbing into her throat. “Baby,” he growled hoarsely. “Ooooh, sweet baby!”Rashmi felt his prick swell in her mouth and sensed by his quickening pace that he was getting ready to cum. The idea swam in her head and made the inside of her cunt pulse jealously for her Jishu Chettan’s cock. She took a deep suck, then whipped her tongue over his prick as he jabbed it into her throat. “I’m there, Rashmi! Don’t take your mouth away,” Jishu was in frenzy. He lunged up, driving his prick in and out of her greedy mouth. His balls rumbled, swelled, ready to explode. He balled his fists, his body settling into a fast rhythmic pace. “I’m ready, Rashmi! God God!” His younger’s brothers wife’s mouth was the last Jishu could imagine on cumming.
Hot sticky cum poured from her pussy each time her Jishu Chettan rammed his cock into her wiggling body. She felt his cum fill her body and it drove her mad. “Harder, Chettaa! Faster!” Her ass hammered the bed. Her tits shook, the nipples sore and swollen.”I’m still cumming!” She bucked up, twisting her clit against his groin as he slammed her back to the bed. Jishu pounded her violently. His hips jabbed forward at blinding speed, driving his cock to the root each time. “Baby,” he roared, his muscles straining, his arms weakening. Rashmi’s cum greased her Jishu Chettan’s drilling cockshaft. It mixed with his cum inside her fuckhole, gushed out down her cunt crack and formed a puddle on the sheet. A gurgling moan escaped her mouth. It was as if her Jishu Chettan’s cock had stabbed into her throat. “Your … Cock … Ooooh, Chettaa! I …” She was delirious. Jishu stared from glazed eyes at his brother’s wife’s beautiful face. In the throes of passion, her face had lost its innocence and was showing the real slutty side of Rashmi. His gut knotted as his cum-stained balls slapped against her quivering body with each stab into her squishy cunt.
Rashmi was in bliss. Her hips moved at the same frantic pace her Jishu Chettan had set. Her ass came off the bed, her hips bucked, and she moaned when he drove her squirming twisting body back onto the bed. “Ooooh, Chettaa!” She stiffened, raking his chest. “Ahhhh!” Jishu fucked hard, his balls about drained. His arms crumbled and he crushed her beneath him, his hips still stabbing, slicing his cock in and out of her climaxing pussy. Rashmi found his neck with her mouth and chewed. Her arms circled his back, and she held him tight. She lunged up, moaning, her tits crushed against his chest. “Ooooh, Chettaa!” Jishu ground her back onto the bed, his hands skimming under her body, clutching the cheeks of her jiggling ass. Panting, his groans lost in her throat, he fucked her maniacally until she lay limp and weak beneath him. Rashmi purred like a contented cat. She stroked his back lovingly. Her hips twitched and her legs fell away from his body. She lay there, savoring her cum-stuffed cunt. “I’m a really a woman of this house, Chettaa,” she whispered. Jishu rolled off Rashmi’s body and panted as he caught his breath, his prick limp, sticky, lying like a slab of meat against his thigh. “You’re better than any pornstar.”
“Mmmm, Chettaa,” she cooed, rolling into his arms. It was then that she spotted Lakshmi standing at the door. “Lakshmi!” Jishu lifted his head. “How … Long have you been there?” “Long enough to want you to do the same thing to me,” Lakshmi sighed. She ran into the bedroom and joined them on the bed. “i’ll never make it through the night,” Jishu groaned happily. “I think you will,” Lakshmi said, scampering down to his limp cock. Rashmi licked his chest. “I know you will.”
She giggled. “Pretend you’re a Rocky.” “Yeah,” Lakshmi moaned. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, wiggling her ass. “Fuck me, Chetta.”
Rashmi crawled over in front of her sister, got on her hands and knees, and shook her ass. “You can lick my cunt hole while Jishu Chettan fucks you.” Lakshmi swooned, her head reeling. She looked back at her husband, wondering if he minded. “He knows, Lakshmi,” Rashmi giggled. “He watched us today when we were fuckin’ around together.” Jishu leered at the two bitches of his house. It was wild. His gaze fell to Lakshmi’s cunt and his prick seemed to grow another two inches. He rubbed her ass, his fingers gliding down between her creamy asscheeks. “Ooooh, Chetta,” Lakshmi sighed. The inside of her cunt contracted. “Stick it in me.”
Rashmi crawled around behind her sister. She gripped her Jishu Chettan’s huge cock. “Let me put it in, Chetta.” Jishu groaned, jerking his cock through Rashmi’s fingers. His fingers still caressed the tiny wrinkled crack of Lakshmi’s shitter. He looked at Rashmi and saw the lust in her innocent blue eyes, then stared at Lakshmi’s fuckhole. “Whewww, whatta night this is goin’ to be.” Rashmi tugged on his cock, pulling him closer to Lakshmi’s jiggling ass. Jishu stroked his cock across her pussyslit, watching as hot buttery cunt-cream coated the head of his cock. “God, Lakshmi’s really creaming.”
“Ooooh, Chetta!” Lakshmi wailed. “Don’t tease me.” She was shaking, anxious for her husband to fuck her. Jishu ignored his wife’s pleas and continued to torture her. He reached under, grabbed one of Lakshmi’s large tits and squeezed. “You’ll get it, Lakshmi.” He was seething with desire. “No more fooling around, Lakshmi,” he grunted, taking his hand off his prick. He stroked his cock through Lakshmi’s puffy cunt lips while Rashmi pulled on Lakshmi’s tits. “You ready, mole?” “Yes, Chetta!” Lakshmi squealed. “Fuck me!” Jishu pushed the head of his cock into his wife’s cunt. His prick-head pressed against her pussy and he paused, savoring the moment. “Ooooh, Rashmi, I feel it!” Lakshmi began to tremble.
“Hard, chetta,” Rashmi urged. “Ram it in her!” Jishu groaned, the heat of his wife’s cunt sending hot jolts of passion through his cock shaft. He held her hips, bringing Lakshmi to a feverish pitch before ripping his cock all in. “Do it, Chetta!” Lakshmi screeched. She shoved back, moaning as the pressure on her pussy increased. Jishu held his lust in check, the hot fire in Lakshmi’s pussy driving him wild. Rashmi stared, first at Lakshmi’s flushed face, then at her brother-in-law’s. “Fuck her, chetta. Make her howl.” Jishu couldn’t take the strain any longer. Like an enraged lion, he slammed forward, his cock cutting through her pussy. He didn’t stop until his groin was flush with her quivering ass cheeks. Lakshmi’s eyes bulged and her face twisted in agony. “Ayyieeee!” she screeched, thrashing her hips in a desperate effort to free her body of the terrible pain that her husband’s cock was causing. This position is new to her and she can feel her husband’s cock invading her pussy to the newest limits today. Rashmi saw the pain on her sister-in-law’s face. “Fuck her, Chetta!” she shrieked. Seeing her sister-in-law thrashing in agony turned her on. “Fuck her hard!”