By : Sultana1999<\/p>\n
Dear Readers, I got inspired to write this story after reading the story \u201cMy Wife was Gangbanged on a Boat\u201d. If you like the story mail me on and the writer of the above story \u201cMy Wife was Gangbanged on a Boat\u201d \/cdn-cgi\/l\/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”0370766f77626d62706a6d6b6243646e626a6f2d606c6e”>[email protected] or \/cdn-cgi\/l\/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”bac9cfd6cedbd4dbc9d3d4d2dbfac3d7dbd3d694d9d5d7″>[email protected]. Hope yoy have read it. If not then you send request I will send you the url.<\/p>\n
I am Soumitra Ray, working at a private Firm at Kolkata. My age is now 32, while my good-looking wife, Sunita, now aged 27, is a house-wife.\u00a0 We stay at Sonarpur, some 20 kms away from Calcutta City. And\u00a0 either by (heavily over-crowded) local train or (crowded) auto-rickshaw,\u00a0 I travel all the way from my place to Calcutta (Sealdah station) to attend my office and back home, daily, like many other ordinary office-goers.\u00a0 Well, I married Sunita some 5 years ago, and we had no child out of this wedlock.\u00a0 I had no complex or fiasco for this, but my wife had ever wanted to be a mother.\u00a0 As per medical tests, done 3 years ago, the \u2018problem\u2019 or dysfunction was with me and not with my wife.<\/p>\n
Doctor had advised us to try out the artificial insemination-process through donor\u2019s sperm etc. I did have no objection to it, but my wife did then refuse this medical advice.\u00a0 But eventually she \u2018received\u2019 the required lively sperm . . . under a strange situation . . . four months subsequent to our medical tests, and it granted her the boon of proud motherhood 2 years ago.\u00a0 She is again pregnant now. .<\/p>\n
The first incident thus happened:\u00a0\u00a0 Well, after my [sperm-count] test\u00a0 (which showed negative result) I found my wife (who didn\u2019t agree to doctor\u2019s suggestion also) quite upset. But I was seriously thinking out a solution to fulfill her desire.\u00a0 The solution was nothing else but to \u2018arrange\u2019 a situation in which another male, may be known or unknown, could be scoped to impregnate my fair-complexioned wife who looked not only comely but was endowed with a mouth-watering body (36-28-26).<\/p>\n
Any adult male would feel himself luckiest to savour her arrogant youth if situation permitted.\u00a0 But I was at a fix to single out a proper or \u2018able male\u2019 for the impregnation of my wife\u00a0 — by physical unions.\u00a0 For this purpose, the best choice could have been a cousin, either of mine or hers, or a friend. But consequence of such modus-operandi could beget a predicament in future or could come out to be an open secret. So I rejected all this, and besides, I knew my wife would not be emotionally ready for it least it might endanger our marriage.<\/p>\n
But frantically and honestly I wanted her to mother children, by any means, although we\u2019re otherwise a happy couple.\u00a0 I continued to think over it; and finally I concluded that I should first make or help my wife overcome all her inhibitions as well as taboos.\u00a0 So the first thing I did was that I started taking her on outings here and there, mostly on Sundays, so that in over-crowded local train she could often experience the \u2018naughty touches\u2019 of the tactile commuters or strangers. And be used to such naughty touches. And it worked out. . .<\/p>\n
On one Sunday, as usual, we were standing on Ballegunge railway station to aboard a local train to return home, and while awaiting the train I saw a group of collegian boys waiting for the train. Some of those boys, who were hardly in their twenties were checking on my wife\u2019s assets.\u00a0 Of them two boys were looking, or rather ogling, at my wife. I thought it\u2019s a good opportunity to somehow push Sunita into their circle in the compartment.<\/p> \n\n
By now day had aged into evening. Along with my wife I somehow pushed into the very compartment where those entered. It was quite congested. I was keeping my eyes on those boys, and\u00a0 as the train resumed running, little by little I paved the way for my wife to reach a corner where they were standing, including those two boys who\u2019d been earlier leering her my wife at Ballegunge\u00a0 station.<\/p>\n
In no time she was already cozily encircled by those young commuters.\u00a0 I positioned myself or standing behind a boy in whose front was standing one of those two boys.\u00a0 I was observing the stealthily, knowing they would try to take little liberty with my standing wife, taking most of the cosy situation or unbothering crowds inside.<\/p>\n
My wife was in her traditional outfits — Shari, blouse etc. But haphazard pressure from all sides had left her disheveled.\u00a0 My heart was beating hard. . .with utter curiosity to watch how she would be reacting to such odd advances if taken place. Strangely I was feeling excited about it also. I was watching Sunita\u2019s face also, knowing that if someone stealthily tried to take liberties with her, on the blind side of the crowds around, it could be easily traced from her facial mien. .<\/p>\n
And it happened. Suddenly I saw she was biting nether lip, which she ever did during the beginning of our foreplay.\u00a0 So it suggested that someone must be intimately touching her body. I was a bit surprised that she did not react angrily to that man who was doing it to her! She is certainly enjoying such unnoticed pranks, I though. It gladdened me.<\/p>\n
I further pushed myself little forward so that I could clearly find out what was exactly happening and come to her rescue if something goes awry. And found out a boy was brushing his protuberant erection against\u00a0 my wife\u2019s bums, while simultaneously he had pushed one his hand underneath her Shari\u2019s annachal, obviously cupping her firm breasts, either over the blouse or\u00a0 his hand might be already inside her blouse.<\/p>\n
But still I was not sure of it.\u00a0 I prayed to God in mind that He should help us. . by virtue of her full sex with this stranger in this very cosy\u00a0 congested compartment itself.\u00a0 And strange! God helped. . .\u00a0 Suddenly the running train stopped midway and electricity in the compartment went off. Darkness, if not fully, pervaded our noisy compartment.<\/p>\n
In no time I heard my wife\u2019s two\/three low-pitched moans, suggesting her enjoyment. I pushed myself further closer to her, and in dark, from side, I reached out under her aanchal ; my hand now touched a stranger male\u2019s hand; his fingers were still fumbling\u00a0 on her blouse, trying in vain to unhook it. . .<\/p>\n
I now helped him undoing all her blouse-hooks down her front, against no resistance from her end to my surprise. And I further helped that young stranger commuter to enjoy my wife by now pulling the bra-cups up, thus baring my wife\u2019s youthful firm breasts for him to taste and love-molest to his heart\u2019s content . . . in the dark.<\/p>\n
Next moment I could feel his mouth came over one her breast, and in no time another such head occupied her other breast. I stood there to help them out as needed. Now with my body I pushed all three of them — two strangers and my wife, little by little unto the wall of the corner as if a shepherd pushes his cronies.<\/p>\n
There I found one hand of those two commuters (at Sunita\u2019s breasts) trying to roll up her saree to unveil her legs and thighs. I straightway yanked it up for them, and then unzipped one of them in the dark and pulled out his wet as well as angry erection and guided it to my wife\u2019s wet warm vagina. She gasped at my touch thinking the commuter might have done that but suddenly she might have realized it to me so relaxed a bit.<\/p>\n
Those two were perhaps confused about their third \u2018helping friend\u2019 — they were unable to see me, nor was anyone. But I was not sure whether or not my wife could make it out but doubted she was sensing my touch! She seemed to remain unbothered. She hissed as the stranger manhood entered her within. And stranger\u2019s pumping began . . . while one head, or rather mouth, stayed glued to her succulent breasts, from her side.<\/p>\n
Two were at a time eating her.\u00a0 The only thing I was scared of was that no love-moans ought to escape her mouth, that it might draw attention of others towards her and then things would get out of hand.\u00a0 But I did not want to take any risk, so I pulled up the breast-sucking head by his hair, forcibly, and brought it to my wife\u2019 face, and spontaneously he sealed her mouth with his in a deep kiss.<\/p>\n
The other boy was still busy pumping himself into her. . .\u00a0 My sixth-sense said to me the light would come back in another five minutes.\u00a0 God again helped me. That boy released his seed inside her within next minutes and collapsed on her. I pulled those two lover-boys aside, scoping her to hurriedly do up her disheveled Sharee or hook up her blouse etc. My hands felt after her front to be sure of it, and then I gradually pulled myself back thereof, and reached the opposite side. Soon after this the light flashed again, and train started. . .<\/p>\n
After detraining, while we were walking along the station-road that headed unto our house she blurted, \u201cThis evening, in the train, something happened strange to me. Are you aware of it?!\u201d\u00a0 I pretended innocence.\u00a0 She candidly narrated the incident, and pleaded she was not responsible for it. I smiled to myself, and soliloquized — \u201cNo, dear! You are anything but responsible. But I think you know it that your husband was helping you collect seeds outside marriage for a chance-motherhood. . .\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I teased her, \u201cHmm! whatever, you may have enjoyed this unexpected fun or escapade!\u201d\u00a0 Sunita blushed, but did not reply.\u00a0 Reaching home I pinned her down to bed and peeled all her clothes off. She was blushing, closed-eye.\u00a0 I saw red patches all around her breast-flesh, and stains of dried seminal fluid on her inner thighs.<\/p>\n
I commented, \u201cHmm! Good! A lot of semen seems to have been poured in you, and it was so much in quantity that it overflowed and teemed down your thighs! My God!\u201d\u00a0 She opened her eyes now, and then bust into a giggle, and said, \u201cDon\u2019t be over-smart. I know you were helping those two stranger younger boys to taste my youth.\u00a0 And mind it, you were also touching me and as wife I am used to your touch.\u00a0 So\u2026 . And as you wanted it I cooperated with them to fullest extent, instead of slapping on their faces. But what\u2019s it?\u00a0 You ventured into it in public!\u00a0 God is kind that it happened in dark.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said \u2018sorry\u2019 to her, explaining my purpose behind it.\u00a0 She smiled and planted a kiss on my lips, then uttered, \u201cOk.\u00a0 I need a child and you too. So, single out a procreative friend, or even stranger, for me who will impregnate me through sexual unions. Now I agree to it. But it should be kept secret…\u201d. I was over-joyed by her candid words and consent.
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That night we had a wild lovemaking, and also discussed our future trysts.\u00a0 I asked if someone was in her mind for it.\u00a0 I gave her some options, which she rejected. Then she finally came out with a very strange option, and he was none other than her own septuagenarian maternal Grand-father!\u00a0 I fell from the sky in surprise, as it were!\u00a0 \u201cHow can a senile oldman father a child with you, Sunita ?!!\u201d, I curiously asked.<\/p>\n
NEXT PART IS NARRATED BY SUNITHA<\/p>\n
I had lost my parents at an early age, and therefore was brought up in my middle-class maternal uncle\u2019s family where in\u00a0 I lived until I was married off to you.\u00a0 In that family my aunt was never much fond of me, nor were my cousins. They used to envy me, considering me a burden on them.\u00a0 I came into their family when I was barely 13. I used to stay in a room (having an attached-bath) upstairs, sharing it with my retired widower Dadu (maternal grandpa) and he was, of course, very fond of me, ab initio.<\/p>\n
And whatever, I needed I would demand it only from him.\u00a0 In the room there was only a single bed, but king-sized, comfortably accommodating two of us, me and my dadu.\u00a0 From very beginning, I had developed a habit to sleep, nestling up against him, or embracing him.\u00a0 As time passed . . . and I was growing up with adolescent youth pervading me very rapidly, and after attaining puberty, or after my maiden menstruation at 14, it soon blossomed me out into a young girl-woman!<\/p>\n
I started using brassiere. But I did not demand a separate bed now, nor was I provided with also.\u00a0 I continued with my habit of sleeping beside him, in his cozy affectionate embrace, as usual. And due to this proximity with him I was never shy with him either.\u00a0 Even I would not mind going to bed, wearing only a tape-frock, made of cotton translucent materials. And much of my protruding young breasts would poke through, sometimes vividly outlining the nipples. He would sometimes look at my developing boobs, but not with lust in his eyes.\u00a0 I grew a little more . . .now as high school girl. By now my bra-size had become 32 A.<\/p>\n
My hormones were building up. I used to talk about sex with my friends in school. From such talking I used to get hot and masturbate with long brinjal or big fat cucumber when I could get time without actually inserting it full else my hymen would break. Now I started to enjoy this ritual and practiced it more often in the privacy of my bedroom in the afternoon.<\/p>\n
I clearly remember that day. It was Thursday and all the family members were gone out except for my widower daddu who was home. I checked on Daddu and found him asleep in the room downstairs. I went to the kitchen and selected a big cucumber for today\u2019s fucking and went to my room upstairs. I was very hot for some big fat thing in my choot and readily undressed for the fun.<\/p>\n
There is a mirror in our bedroom and I love to watch my every action in that. I arranged the mirror so that I could get my reflection in it when I lie on the bed doing my stuff. So when I completed my undressing I stood before the mirror examining my body. My breasts stood proudly on my chest. Oohhhhhh! They are lovely and so sensitive. Still not soft a bit. My hands went on to them and I caught both of my breasts in each palm. Ohhhhh! It felt so nice. I imagined strong male hand instead of mine and the pleasure was doubled. I kneaded my breasts massaging them slowly and steadily.<\/p>\n
I felt them grow with the caressing and my nipples started to grow. I watched the buds grow and become erect. They were hard now, stood about half inch from the beautiful pink aureoles below. The veins on the fleshy globes now turgid with the blood supply looked prominent and I traced my finger over them. I caught my breasts in my hands and brought them up so that the nipples were now thrust upwards. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth and lowering my head tried to lick my own nipples.<\/p>\n
First left, then the right one, I could barely flick my tongue on them and it felt sooo nice. I caught my nipples in my thumb and fore finger and rubbed them. Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! What a feeling! I let my hands travel down below tracing my flat stomach and then my fleshy naval. I circled my fingers around the belly button and even traced it inside. Ohh God! This felt so good and my hands travelled down below towards my choot.<\/p>\n
I never shave my choot and love to have the curly growth down there. This makes women\u2019s choot look so live! I moved one hand down to my soft unshaved choot, feeling how wet I was, and parted the choot lips and began to rub my slit. It felt so good and I wanted more, so I slowly slipped a finger inside me. One by one I slipped two more fingers inside me, wanting it to be a hard throbbing lund pleasing me.<\/p>\n
My nipples were very hard now and so I pulled my breast towards my mouth and begun to suck on my nipple. It was so nice to feel my tongue making circles around my nipple. I pulled my fingers out and slowly rubbed my nipples with my wet fingers, working my way to my mouth, running them over my lips and tasting my own juices. I was so wet and feeling very good now… I wanted to cum, to feel relaxed.<\/p>\n
I took the big long cucumber, which I had brought and examined it. Ohh God! It was really big. I was greedy for the big hard lunds and that made me take this cucumber. I put it to my hot mouth and flicked my tongue around the tip. GOD! Only if this was real one I thought. I tried to take the tip in my mouth but I could not. It was sooo thick and almost 10 inches long. I traced my tongue all over the thickness and made it wet with my saliva. Then I opened my mouth wide and took some portion of the cucumber inside it.<\/p>\n
Ohhh my mouth felt sooo full! I think I must have been very hot as the next thing I did was to push that cucumber right into my choot! It would not go in and I had to spread my legs wife and spit on the choot to male it slippery from outside. I placed the cucumber at the entrance of my choot and pushed hard. Ohhhhh! God! It hurt a little but I did not bother and continued to push it inside. I was moaning loudly and was afraid someone may hear me.<\/p>\n
But I could not stop moaning and pushed the cucumber inside. About 4 inches of it entered my poor choot and I moved it in and out. I looked into the mirror and saw my image. There I was, with my legs spread wide and my choot exposed with the thick long cucumber fucking in and out. Ohhhhhh God! Watching this made me hotter and I started to fuck the cucumber faster.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what I was saying but I was definitely moaning loudly. I don\u2019t know for how much time I was fucking the cucumber and then I came! My choot was flowing with my cum juices and I was moaning dirty words! When I looked into the mirror to see me cuming I was shocked! There was my Daddu, standing there and staring at me fucking that bloody cucumber! Ohh God! I was caught by him and he may tell this to others! I thought for a moment and thought of a plan to include this old man into my daily bouts.<\/p>\n
\u201cSunita, what are you doing? Its very dirty. You are naked and Ohh what\u2019s that? You are pushing in your choot? And why?\u201d Just few questions, but meaningful ones for me. I called daddu inside the room and covered my body with the bed sheet. I knew how to explain all this to the old man who was just entering the last stage of manhood. I wanted to make him join my sexual pleasures.<\/p>\n
I slowly removed the bed sheet from my body. Daddu looked at my body with curiosity and stared at my big breasts. He was really astonished to see the big breasts, naked for the first time. I looked at him looking at my breasts, \u201cYou have never seen my breasts, Daddu. You must have seen your wife\u2019s, they are bigger than mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I spread my legs and showed Daddu my choot. he was staring at my choot hair. \u201cOhhhh I am afraid somebody may come in or else I would have seen your thing.\u201d \u201cNow don\u2019t worry daddu I will lock the door.\u201d He was shocked to say the least, \u201cOhhh Beti! Please don\u2019t! I am feeling shy. Not now!\u201d He blurted out, \u201cOk so you have seen my choot my grampa? Now come here and I will show you the details of it. \u201d<\/p>\n
Daddu came near my choot and looked at the slit. I was very much excited with his watching my choot and I spread my choot lips with my hand. I exposed my pink fuck hole inside of my choot. Suddenly we heard footsteps meaning our family members had come back. Daddu ran away from my room breathing hard. I dressed up to meet family members. We didn\u2019t get any other chance for long.<\/p>\n
However, one day my widower dadu fell ill; he was down with high fever, and I acted out as his nurse to look after.\u00a0 I used to feed him medicine and or compress his body with wet towel, etc. His fever lasted a week, but it made him quite weak, health wise.\u00a0 So when doctor permitted him to take normal bath I thought I should help him bathe.<\/p>\n
And I told him, \u201cDo not go to bathe, all alone. You are weak, and may fall down on the wet floor any moment. I will take you inside and bathe you\u201d. He did not put much objection to it.\u00a0 So on the 1st day\u00a0 I thus started with him by first embrocating oil on his upside, back, legs hand etc, and then finally before taking him into bathroom I changed my shalwar-kameeze,\u00a0 and just wrapped a white gamchha\u00a0 around my upper torso ( with no bra underneath) and petticoat.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I made him (who was in towel only) sit down on a stool, and standing now\u00a0 face-to-face before him. His face was at level with my boobs. I poured water on dadu, and the moment I did it, the water splashed over from him and simply drenched my gamchha to skin, making my front completely or clearly visible through that wet transparency.\u00a0 I felt embarrassed for initial few seconds, but then to cover it I, on a strange impulse, just pulled dadu\u2019s head to my wet bosom, and his face nestled in between my two very firm tight-fleshed and highly sensitive breast-domes;<\/p>\n
This time I trembled at his touch, despite the fact that many a time I had indulged him to sleep with his face resting against my \u2018tape frock-hidden\u2019\u00a0 breasts\u00a0 in the nocturnal hours. He had seen me naked that day. But this time the situation was different; now I looked topless!\u00a0 And he was touching my breasts. Whatever, I continued to bathe him, while he stayed hiding his face between my breasts, wrapping me in embrace.<\/p>\n
I discovered I was liking his childlike nestles and his intimate touch. And a strange deep affection for him filled my heart, and that feeling also uncontrollably soon changing into a sexual urge towards him. I began remembering my cunt show to him that day. Due to result of which my nipples turned swollen.\u00a0 On the other hand, I went on to pour water on him. Then suddenly I felt my dadu\u2019s face was now brushing, side to side, between my cleavages, and then it moved along a breast-dome and stopped over the nipple.<\/p>\n
Then suddenly he opened his mouth and engulfed the erect tinny nipple, granting me a jolt of strange bliss; I trembled and thrust forth to push as much of the succulent breast-tip as I could into his eager mouth. He understood my growing sexual heat, and welcoming it he then peeled a part of that wet gamchha aside, partially, thus exposing one breast fully. He brought his mouth over my honey-brown nipple. I closely hugged him and pinned his face against the nipple. And while he was sucking that breast, I peeled the gamchha off my body and threw it aside, so that now he could savour my full breasts to his heart\u2019s content.<\/p>\n
Seeing me completely topless he was very happy, and stated cupping and squeezing my elated breasts with both hands while simultaneously sucking them, by turns. I was getting wetter and in no time a shuddering orgasm overtook me, making me moan in ecstasy.\u00a0 He continuously sucked my breasts and played with them, silently, for quite some time, drenching them with his saliva.<\/p>\n
And then his mouth came over mine. Spontaneously I reciprocated with him, letting his tongue wed mine, and indulging him to consume the nectar of youth from my mouth, which pushing my bosom against his chest.\u00a0 I was in trance of passion, so was he. I felt for him, my heart went to him, considering his condition that he had been outside sexual bliss for years, and being his beloved grand-daughter it\u2019s my duty to enliven him with nectar of my felinity.<\/p>\n
Daddu held my breasts and pressed them hard. Ohhh his hands felt nice. How can I describe the lust that was pumped into me by this innocent touch. After we broke our passionate kiss he made me lie down on my back on the bathroom-floor, and yanked off my wet petticoat. I turned and lay over in 69 position. His cock was inches away from my mouth and my naked choot was just the same from his mouth. Daddu placed his hand on my choot and caressed it. WOW I was in heaven! I jerked his towel off and pushed my mouth there.<\/p>\n
Oohhhh! This cock smelt nice. I traced my tongue all along the pole licking the pee slit and daddu\u2019s hand cupped my labia with passion he had not known till then. I was reeling in heat of sex, now emotionally ready to loose my virginity to my beloved grandpa, the first man in my sex life.\u00a0 He took his position and his huge strong manhood jutted out in its angry arrogance. I closed my eyes, waiting that very golden moment of submission of my womanhood to him.<\/p>\n
And my heart was beating hard in a strange tension. Now my\u00a0 dadu\u00a0 came between my thighs, and widened them apart to get a space to place his face in between.\u00a0 And with his both thumbs he manipulated my wet vaginal lips to pave the way to his tongue to invade it. I was profusely oozing, and yelled as his tongue intruded; he started licking and lapping my lubricating pubic region, pressing my rounded breasts at the same time. I yelled, \u201cOhh Daddu! Your hand feels soo good there. Oohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! I never knew it will be this good. Come on feel my choot. Ohhhhh that\u2019s it! Here hold my breasts and knead them while you pleasure my choot. \u201d<\/p>\n
And I lost into a sexual trance,oblivious of counting my orgasms, that shook me continuously in rhythm with\u00a0 Dadu\u2019s\u00a0 snake-tongue, while he kept consuming my oozing juices.\u00a0 Finally I could no longer stand it, and pleaded him now to make me a woman. I was not at all bothering about the possibility of pregnancy; I simply wanted him to brimfully fill me with his masculine juice, tearing my hymen apart.\u00a0 And next came that waited moment. ..\u00a0 \u201cCome on daddu lets make love. I want to feel your naked cock inside me and make love to your matured body. take me make me your lover\u201d<\/p>\n
Ohhhhhh He guided his tip of manhood to my love-gate, and slowly pushed forth into it, as if opening its door. And he suddenly stopped midway; I felt he stopped against my hymen; then he pulled a little and next very moment he intruded with a forceful thrust, and went deeper within me, tearing the hymen apart —- and I lost my virginity to him. It was cock-tight; he began churning in me, thrust by thrust or thrust against thrust, in a matching rhythm with my active reciprocation with equal sexual emotion. I was reeling like a reed, yelling in bliss.<\/p>\n
\u201cOhhh fuck me! Chodo muze,,, ahhhhhhhhhh mmmaaaaaa oohhhhh so nice! Hey mote lund wale Chodo sale!Mera harami Marad muze aab chodta nahi. Tum to chodo. \u201d It continued for more than 15 minutes, and then he blurted out, \u201cI am approaching a climax, let me pull out, darling\u201d. But I did not leave any scope for him. . .and instantly I cross-locked my legs around him and pulled him deeper. . .and in no time he burst out into a huge ejaculation\u00a0 —- a jet of hot love-lava hit my hungry womb, and I saw stars as another shuddering orgasm pervaded me. He collapsed on me, spent.<\/p>\n
And stayed lying over me, without still withdrawing from my within.\u00a0 We rested in that position for some time, and then his vigour again enlivened, and he resumed pumping himself into me and once again took me to seventh heaven and finally refilled me with his sperm.\u00a0 After it was all over, we stood up, and bathed each other.<\/p>\n
It was the beginning . . . and that night he again pumped his seed into me. I was totally satiated.\u00a0 And then onwards we would fulfill each other\u2019s sexual needs. None else in the house could sense or suspect this special [incestuous] intimacy or relationship developed between us, ———- after all, he was my grandpa, and was older by almost 47 years.<\/p>\n
Often I would suck him to ejaculation to swallow his seminal deluge, or sometimes I would masturbate him over my breasts.\u00a0 And this sex between two of us benefited us a lot, physically or otherwise.\u00a0 He had taught me to be on the pill on my unsafe days.\u00a0 I used to sit on his lap naked and do my studies while he would play with my boobs or pussy. We would bathe naked together when no one was home. When aunty went to her mayka for weekends or so we would stay nude whole day and behave like teenagers. He even shaved my pussy sometimes.<\/p>\n
A few years passed, and after passing the HS examination I entered a girls\u2019 college to do my graduation. And shortly after my graduation I was married off to you my darling. I sometimes miss him and his touch. If at all some one was to impregnate me, I would chose him against all. So we decided we will call daddu her grandfather to impregnate Sunita.<\/p>\n
Second part of the story is due.
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By : Sultana1999 Dear Readers, I got inspired to write this story after reading the story \u201cMy Wife was Gangbanged on a Boat\u201d. If you like the story mail me on and the writer of the above story \u201cMy Wife was Gangbanged on a Boat\u201d \/cdn-cgi\/l\/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”0370766f77626d62706a6d6b6243646e626a6f2d606c6e”>[email protected] or \/cdn-cgi\/l\/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”bac9cfd6cedbd4dbc9d3d4d2dbfac3d7dbd3d694d9d5d7″>[email protected]. Hope yoy have […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-43044","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-couple"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43044","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=43044"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43044\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43044"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43044"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badwap.live\/sex-stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43044"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}