Previously: Sex Starved Swati Bhabhi Fucked By Horny Saurabh - II
By now our Beer was reached to almost half and next I gulped adequate amount to make it further half, so that I can give her remaining to finish it. "low finish kar do" I spoke that while giving her last few sips and Bhabhi denied to accept by saying that she is drunk "nahi bus... mujhe chadd gayi hai..." "aapko Beer chadd gayi hai?"
I asked back in amusing tone and with no expressions Bhabhi spoke back with a tiny yes "haan". Though I was little uneasy because of my act getting caught but overcoming my hesitation I responded back in a friendly tone "Koi baat nahi...chaddne do..." and with that I took opening of the Can to her lips and poured good quantity in her mouth.
Bhabhi gulped that and told me have remaining. I finished the Can in one go and rolled it towards remaining two empty can and came up saying “Ho gayi party”. Although I was forgiven by her, still I was bit uneasy and not looking at her face directly, I continued playing with the Cans and suddenly I heard something from Bhabhi which was out of the world “Bhaiya I want to hug you”.
Turning my head I looked at her instantly and saw strange expressions over her face, Bhabhi was sweating a bit over her forehead and before I would have thought about saying anything, Bhabhi spoke again in a soft voice “I want to thank you”. I smiled a bit and in response Bhabhi too smiled.
She moved forward and hugged me lightly and for me it was sheer delight to feel Bhabhi’s soft melons over my chest. “Bhaiya I am sorry…that day I slapped you… mujhe aapko maarna nahi chahiye tha”. Looking into my eyes in the dim light Bhabhi spoke that after hug and as I was yet not over with feeling of strange sensation passing through my body I remained silent.
Bhabhi was calm over her facial expressions and anyhow I could not read what all is running in her mind but my heart was beating bit high, my sex hormones were aggravated and I was thinking about hugging her again, her hug was very light and tender and I wanted to hug her hard,
I wanted to squeeze her luscious melons against my chest properly and without giving a second thought I tried doing that. This time I moved forward and I hugged her and after few seconds as Bhabhi wrapped her arms around my back, I just went mad and I squeezed her in my arms hard, I crushed her big fleshy milk mounds against my torso like I desired and Bhabhi puffed in pain.
She pushed me to get away and as I released her she looked into my eyes for few seconds and asked me “ye kya kar rahe ho?” she was not angry but you can say her gesture was bit serious, for a moment I skipped my heart beat, once again I was about to say “I am sorry” but overcoming my fear I came up saying “Bhabhi I love you”.
Bhabhi looked into my eyes without a flick and for few seconds, I somewhat waited for another slap over my face but ultimately Bhabhi’s facial expressions softened, she moved her vision from my face and that encouraged me a bit and I spoke again “Bhabhi main Pagal ho chukka hun” Bhabhi looked up,
tried to speak something while looking into my eyes but ultimately uttered after moving her vision down “Bhaiya main bhi Pagal ho chuki hun…" I sensed suddenly Bhabhi has lost confidence of her voice and she looked bit nervous too and before I would have taken out any conclusion from her spoken words and low voice Bhabhi looked up and this time she spoke while looking into my eyes
"Bhaiya main bahut koshish kar rahi hun khud ko control karne ki...par mujhse control nahi ho raha" she paused for a fraction and spoke again "I can’t handle this loneliness anymore”. Her voice was gone more timid and there was significant sweat over her forehead.
For me it was a sort of surprise, I was looking at her lovely face while trying reading her mind and suddenly Bhabhi blushed and once again uttered, this time while looking down “Bhaiya I want to touch your body”.
Ohh…wow! Bhabhi is also attracted to me, and with a fraction of this thought, I clearly saw that Bhabhi is trying overcoming her fear of speaking out her desire "Bhabhi mat karo control khud ko...jo karna hai kar low" suddenly my mood my gesture was changed drastically and I uttered while feeling strange wave of rapture passing through my spine and Bhabhi looked up with mixed expressions of glee and hesitation.
Bit away from the wall we were sitting on the floor almost face to face and before I would have thought what next, Swati Bhabhi extended her hand touched her palm tenderly over my chest over the cloth. It was amazing, a blissful sensation passed through my soul but I remained unmoved and Bhabhi moved bit ahead and hugged me again.
“Bhaiya I need you…Sharad ko pata nahi kya ho gaya hai….wo bilkul sex nahi karte….” and after that Bhabhi opened her heart further while hugging me, "uss din maine aapko thappad maar diya tha...dekho aaj main khud hi Pagal ho gayi hun" (that day I slapped you… see today I have gone mad).
Possibly fire of lust was ignited inside her week ago, when she was touched by me with those intentions but somehow Bhabhi was holding her nerves with a hope of getting physical love from her husband at least on her birthday but Sharad Bhaiya was not bothered about her emotional and physical need; I was feeling happy over his attitude towards his wife but Bhabhi was helpless;
by now her craving for manly love was reached to such peak that she could not hold her desire and wanted to get physical love from any male and nobody except me she could think about for this. Certainly she was restless and bit distressing over her helplessness and somewhere intoxication of beer was playing good role in overcoming her hesitation.
Anyway when she said that she has gone mad I did not uttered anything in reply and just kept on holding her in my embrace and Swati Bhabhi once again moved her hand over my chest to feel my body and spoke again in low voice “Bhaiya aap bhi touch karo mujhe”.
Can’t tell you friends, as those words touched my ears my heart pounded and in choked voice I came up asking her "aapki Breast touch kar lun?" “haan kar low...” lifting her face up and looking at me Bhabhi gave me permission in low timid voice and I moved my hand to touch her milk mounds. Wow…I was touching Swati Bhabhi’s breasts and it was a dream comes true.
I rubbed my hand tenderly over her soft mound over the blouse and Swati Bhabhi uttered again “thoda thoda dabaao inko” with that Bhabhi buried her face more into my chest in shyness and to attain comfortable posture we rested our back against wall and sat down at the place where our body was touching properly.
I wrapped my left arm around her back to get her better and cupped Bhabhi’s luscious mound in my hand properly. Next instant while I was trying playing with her luscious mound resting her face over my chest Bhabhi inserted her hand under my t-shirt to touch my bare skin and I shivered erotically with the first ever touch of any female over my skin.
Bhabhi moved her soft hand delicately all over my chest and slowly my hand also reached behind her Pallu; over her neck and I too touched her soft skin. Like me Bhabhi also puffed in pleasure and came further close to me. Slowly I unpinned her Pallu which was tucked over her shoulder with a safety pin and as it went down my eyes got stuck to her deep cleavage.
For an instant Bhabhi saw her cleavage and then me, looking at her breasts caged in tight blouse and started unhooking her blouse. I was amazed to see her doing that, I don’t know it was effect of alcohol or alcohol mixed with long absence of physical love which brought simple and homely housewife like Swati Bhabhi up to this extent of shamelessness
that she was opening her blouse with her own hands for someone who was not her husband. Whatever eventually Bhabhi opened 3-4 hooks of her blouse and uttered in low voice “Bra ke andar Haath dall low aur dabao inko dheere dheere”. Wow...her words, bashful tone with blushing eyes was so breathtaking that it doubled my erection.
Light was dim but I could see my dream breasts clearly, they were huge, fair round and soft and like Bhabhi said I inserted my hand in her bra and slowly reached to her nipples, Ohhh they were so good, so thick and big, hard and erect and with the tender rub of my finger over her nipple Bhabhi puffed in pleasure nicely.
Next I leaned a bit and kissed her cleavage and Bhabhi moved her fingers softly in my hairs. Slowly I unhooked remaining two hooks of her blouse and drifting down strap of her bra from her shoulder I somehow took out one of her milk mound out of her bra and reached to her long erect nipple with my mouth.
"hmmm..." Bhabhi moaned in delight and lifting my t-shirt from behind rubbed her hand over my bare back. Holding her heavy milk mound in my hand I sucked Swati Bhabhi’s nipple tenderly for a minute and my sight went to her beautiful feet.
“Bhabhi I want to touch your thighs” I asked her while looking at face closely and Bhabhi permitted in soft voice “Haath daal low saari mein...” Resting her back against wall, with unhooked blouse and one melon hanging out of bra, Bhabhi was sitting on floor while folding her legs inwards and next instant she stretched her legs bit straight so that I can insert my hand into her sari.
Ohhh…Wow it was heaven, I started from few inches above her ankles and going beneath rubbing soft skin of her leg reached to Bhabhi’s knees under her sari and Bhabhi started breathing heavy. Next as I moved bit ahead to reach to her fleshy thighs Bhabhi once again folded her legs inwards.
Keeping my hand under her sari I moved bit closer to Bhabhi and she herself came more in my embrace. My hand moved further in Ohhh…..feeling was so wonderful, soft and fat, clenched together Swati Bhabhi’s thighs were so smooth, I moved my hand softly over her ample flesh and gripping me tighter and burring her face in my chest Bhabhi puffed erotically.
Holding my bare body beneath t-shirt Bhabhi was enjoying getting touched by me over her thighs and burring her face in my chest with shyness she told me to touch her further deep in her sari and touch her there “aur andar daalo... touch karo mujhe wahan pe...” “kahan?”
I asked her and keeping her eyes closed and face buried in my chest Bhabhi once again uttered same “Wahan...par” “Pussy par?” “haan wahin” and my hand moved further in. I touched Bhabhi’s panty near her waist and tried moving between her thighs, her thighs were still clenched together, I tied to part them but Bhabhi did not allowed me.
She clenched her thighs hard in undue hesitation and I told her to open her thighs, “Bhabhi thighs open karo…touch karne do apni pussy ko” I was also getting excited and slowly Bhabhi opened her thighs and I touched my Bhabhi’s damp fuckhole over her Panty. Ohhh…She was so wet and unintentionally my fingers over her vertical slit and Bhabhi groaned loud while shivering.
I asked her if I can take off her panty “Bhabhi panty nikal lun...?” Bhabhi did not replied, she just kept on holding me and assuming her silence her acceptance I moved on. Releasing her from my embrace I inserted my both the hands in her sari and reached to her waist to take out her panty and Bhabhi shivered erotically.
She stopped me and looked at my face for few seconds and suddenly came back in her senses and knobbing her head in no she stood up from her place instantly and uttered “nahi Bhaiya….mujhe nahi karna ye sab…this is wrong” and before I would have got up from the floor to try talking to her Bhabhi organised her sari, wrapped her pallu over her opened blouse and ran downstairs with a speed of light.
My hope, my desire, everything except my erection was shattered in a moment, anyhow I can’t explain what an embarrassing moment that was; after squeezing and sucking Swati Bhabhi’s luscious milks and touching her fleshy thighs and damp fuckhole over the panty I was hard like iron rod and after reaching to that extent mentally I was not in state to accept my bad luck
and I stayed at terrace for 10 minutes with a hope that Bhabhi might come back. Bhabhi did not turned back and eventually I came back to my house and crushing my erect rod under my weight lied down over my front. Now what I could do was again masturbation and deep inside I did not wanted to do that.
I was dying to fuck Swati Bhabhi; I wanted to feel her hot and wet fuckhole around my thick monster, but how? Should I blackmail her for what she has done with mejust now? Or I should attempt fucking her forcibly. I think another 5 minutes passed in this mental evolution and suddenly my mobile phone rang.
It was none other than Swati Bhabhi, I took that call and simple question in soft voice came from other side “Bhaiya…sow gaye….?” “nahi…Masturbate karne ki soch raha tha” by now I was frank enough to speak all that and Bhabhi did not reacted over that and requested me not to tell anything to anybody “Bhaiya please jo kuch bhi abhi hua aap wo sab kisi ko mat batana”
I accepted in flat tone “Nahi bataunga...” and Bhabhi spoke again, she somewhat tried to justify herself for whatever she did “I don't know mujhe kya ho gaya tha...main bahak gayi thi” and I came up saying “I wish aap thodi der aur Bahke rahte and I would have fucked you” in response Bhabhi did not spoke anything; there was a silence of 5-10 seconds, and I realized my mistake,
I thought I have embarrassed her and now she will disconnect the line and I uttered “hello” to check her presence on the other side and Bhabhi did not uttered anything for few more seconds and I was about to say sorry when suddenly Bhabhi straightway told me to come to her “Bhaiya aa jaao mere pass…I need you”. That was something I was ready to die for.
Disconnecting the phone call I simply jumped from my bed and rushed to the roof and there was no body. I called her number and Bhabhi told me to come down stairs into her house. Holding the line I moved down on her stairs and I saw a shadow on the entrance and just then over the phone Bhabhi told me to come to her bedroom after locking the main door from inside,
“main door andar se lock karke mere bedroom mein aa jaao”. I did that and eventually entered in her bedroom; very dim, light in the room was of yellow in color; looking at me with a significant nervousness over her face Bhabhi was standing almost in the middle of the room with clenched fist, Ohhh… Wow by now her sari was off from her body,
she was standing wearing just blouse and petticoat and suddenly my sight went to her feet and I saw her panty on the floor. That meant she was not wearing anything underneath her petticoat and that conclusion made me further hard.
“Bhaiya fuck me…” Bhabhi spoke out in low but desperate voice and with a pounding heart I locked the bedroom door from inside and went close to Bhabhi and she hugged me tight. "Bhaiya ab nahi raha jaa raha.... fuck me" with that Bhabhi inserted her both the hands in my T-shirt and rubbed her hands over my bare back.
I too quickly started unhooking her blouse and just in one minute I exposed her luscious melons by opening her blouse and drifting down straps of her bra from her shoulder. Ohhhh….I grabbed them roughly and squeezed them hard and Bhabhi groaned in pleasure.
Next Bhabhi took out her blouse and bra completely from her arms and lifted my t-shirt, moving her hand over my bare skin she kissed me over my chest and I too puffed in pleasure. I took off my t-shirt completely and suddenly Swati Bhabhi’s excitement enhanced significantly and she started kissed me rapidly over my chest and somewhat started licking my skin.
She was starved for sex since long but I was nevertheless restless for her and I started finding cord of her petticoat around her waist and with in next few seconds her petticoat raced down to her feet. Bhabhi was standing stark naked in front of me, I was still having my lower over my body and Bhabhi started taking off that.
Ohhh…My god before my lower would have reached to my feet Bhabhi held my monster and started jerking it back and forward and I moaned in a bliss with an intense puff. That was first time I was getting into sexual touch with any female and before I would have recovered from that pleasure Swati Bhabhi caressed my swollen balls with the other hand
and for a moment I failed to resist myself from groaning loud. Hmmm…..while Bhabhi was handling my rod I reached to her love hole and like me. Bhabhi also puffed in delight. Clean shaven, she was wet and dripping and just in few seconds of rubbing I was sticky all over my hand.
Next while jerking my monster Bhabhi told me to put it into her in low sensual voice, “Bhaiya daal do issko mere andar…fuck me now” and with that she moved me to the bed and in a moment Bhabhi was lying on her back in the middle of the bed and widened her thighs,
lifted them bit up and held them apart by holding her knee joints with both the hands and holding my monster in my hand, leaning over her I touched to her love opening with my cock-tip. Bhabhi puffed while closing her eyes and took my cock to her exact opening and told me to put in "haan...Daalo" and I just bumped into her.
Aaahhh…..It was just a fraction of pain of peeling off foreskin of the cock and I was deep inside her wet womb. Ohhh… Bhabhi gasped in low voice with the incredible pleasure, I too grunted with strange feeling and finally burring my entire length in her womd and leaving my entire weight I was lying over Bhabhi.
Bhabhi grabbed me in her arms and told me to fuck her, “fuck me Bhaiya…fuck me” and I started pulsating in her wet fuckhole. I lifted my bottom up and moved in her fuckhole again and once again we both puffed in pleasure at the same time. I was hard like iron rod and Swati Bhabhi was amazingly wet, as a first timer it was altogether a different feeling for me, weird, filthy but wonderful.
Bhabhi was looking beautiful lying under me like that for a moment our eyes met and I smiled a bit while fucking her with deep screwing thrust, Bhabhi looked at me for a moment and then closed her eyes while moaning. Looking at her lovely face I realized that I haven’t kissed her yet and next instant I placed my lips over her juicy wet lips after wishing her happy birthday again “Happy Birthday Bhabhi”.
Kiss over her lips with a wish stirred her lightly and Bhabhi responded to my kiss tenderly. Holding my rod deep in her fuckhole we explored each other mouth for a minute and after breaking the kiss Bhabhi caressed my hairs with affection and once again told me to fuck her.
"Bhaiya fuck me" and I started again, clenching her both the melons in my both hands I moved back and forward in her fuckhole and Bhabhi gasped in pleasure with tore open mouth. Driving my entire length in her soft swollen flesh I fucked Bhabhi with a steady pace for hardly a minute and as her fucking expressions and pleasure moans went better and I got further excited,
I rose up with a support of my elbows started fucking her faster. Bhabhi’s sagging jugs jiggled, grip of her arms over my back went tighter and she wrapped her thighs around my pumping ass.
To Be Continued...
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