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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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I remember the day I lost my husband. Well, no, he’s not dead, but we are ‘parents’ now, not ‘husband and wife’. Get what I mean? No? The sex has dried up…we don’t fuck anymore silly!
So anyway, the day I lost him sexually was the day I conceived my first child.
No…that’s not right. It was the day I announced I was pregnant.
We’d been trying for a baby for almost a year. We fucked every single day but the night I conceived was different. How do I know the exact night I conceived if we fucked everyday? Like I said, it was different.
It didn’t start with the usual hungry kisses followed by urgent stripping and it didn’t end with his 5″ cock pumping in my pussy for 2 minutes before he groaned, arched his back, and his sperm flooded me.
That night was different and I will tell you all about it because I know you want to know all about it.
But before that night, we had tried fertility doctors (we found out we were both fertile), we tried timing my fertile periods…we had even tried astrologers.
The pressure was mounting when my step-brother of all people — let’s call him ‘B’ ok? — suggested we use porn to spice up the night.
B has always had the hots for me and has tried his luck with me. He has groped me while I slept, I have seen him masturbate with my panties, and even once tried to stick it in me when I was sleeping.
I used to get angry at his incestuous tendencies but he is my only brother, I know, step-brother isn’t exactly the same thing, but still. I love him and if I couldn’t confide in him, who could I confide in?
So one day, I told him about our problems and the mounting pressure of a pregnancy that wasn’t happening. He wanted the details and I know he was picturing me getting fucked, imagining himself instead of my husband when I told him how our sexual routines usually went. He had a raging hard-on in his shorts as I divulged the details.
His first suggestion got him a slap — he suggested I sleep with someone else (he meant him) to see if that might work. Of course, he said he was joking after I slapped him.
His next suggestion made perfect sense though…
“Maybe it’s because you aren’t aroused enough Didi,” he said. “Maybe sex between you ends before you are fully turned on. When was your last orgasm?”
“I don’t even remember,” I conceded, “I mean I have masturbated to orgasms, but I don’t remember my last orgasm while having sex with him.”
“Maybe you can try masturbating before sex to get aroused…” he suggested.
“No that won’t work,” I said knowing my husband, “he will think I have cheated on him or will find it disgusting that I am dripping.” He was unconsciously stroking himself — probably thinking about my dripping pussy or maybe he was imagining fucking me.
While it was kinky and flattering in a sense, I still found it offensive. And yet, I was getting wet just talking about it with him.
“How about making porn a part of your routine?” he suggested, “Maybe you can watch porn together, extend foreplay and maybe try it more than once.”
That night, I dressed to seduce.
A low cut blouse and saree worn so my navel showed.
Not only that, I wore it so low that if I wore it any lower, the top of my pussy mound would be visible.
I was hoping we would be alone at home that night, but of course my step-brother had to make sure he was also at home.
I was beyond caring though I know he had been staring at my pussy and ass-crack showing over my saree all evening and night.
In a perverse way, it aroused me to know my body turned on a horny male, even though he was my brother.
And I put on a show — for both the men and my panties were soaked by the time it was bed time.
As soon as we got in the bedroom, he was all over me.
I tried to stop him and suggest we take it slow and try some porn to spice it up, but he was as spiced as a bull in heat, kissing me hungrily and groping my boobs over my blouse.
All my nerve endings were firing and my pussy was dripping like a tap.
I wanted this to last a long long time — at least long enough for an orgasm, but he had other ideas.
He didn’t even care enough to get naked or even strip me naked.
He was so turned on that all he could think about was sticking it in. Lifting my saree up, he pulled my panties down.
Turning me around, he made me bend over and mounted me from behind.
Exactly nine grunting thrusts later, he was done and collapsed on top of me.
“Wow!” he said panting, “that was awesome.”
Really? I thought. I felt cheap and used. Disgusted, I decided to take a shower.
When I stepped out, he would usually be asleep, but today was my lucky day.
Having forgotten to take a towel or change of clothes, I had draped myself in just my see-through saree when I stepped out.
Dripping wet under the flimsy garment, I know it hid nothing.
Watching my husband’s jaw drop made fluids rush to my pussy.
Getting in bed seductively, I kissed him, guiding his hands to my boobs while I grabbed his limp cock and started stroking him back to life.
For the first time in over a year, we were having some foreplay.
After he finally got me naked he sucked my nipples and squeezed my boobs while I stroked him to full hardness.
For the first time since our marriage he fucked me a second time on the same night.
And yet it wasn’t enough.
When he came 10 minutes later, I was just beginning to feel the approach of my orgasm… but again, it was over long before the orgasm arrived.
I let him sleep for a couple hours before waking him up.
“Tonight’s the night,” I said, all excited to make it count.
“What are you talking about,” he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
“I am ovulating,” I said, “we have to make tonight count.”
“We’ve done it twice already tonight,” he groaned.
“Maybe that’s the problem,” I said and before he could react, I added, “we do it once everyday and maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we should be doing it multiple times for it to work.”
“But I am done baby,” he groaned, though I could tell he liked the idea of more sex.
“Let’s watch porn,” I suggested, “maybe that will help.”
He feigned shock (yeah I know you liked to watch porn before marriage idiot) before finally relenting and agreeing to watch porn with me.
As the movie progressed, he started getting hot again and soon we were enacting the scene on the TV.
Mid way through our next time, I had my first orgasm while he was pounding away in me from behind.
As my pussy contracted through the orgasm, sucking on his cock, he groaned and came.
For the first time in over a year, I had enjoyed sex and hadn’t felt just fucked. And for the first time since I had got to know him, we did it three times in a night. But I wasn’t done with him yet.
I let him catch his breath for half an hour before I was sucking his cock.
More porn followed before he was hard again and for the first time in my life, I had sex four times in the same time.
Yes, I know what I said.
My first boyfriend had fucked me thrice in one night — on six separate occasions — before I met my husband.
I had enjoyed sex when I was with my first boyfriend but he was from a different religion, was younger than me, and didn’t even have a steady job.
My husband on the other hand is from our community, is two years older than I am and had a wonderful senior management job when we got married.
A stable marriage had cost me sexual enjoyment — at least till this night. I know I conceived that night.
When my pregnancy test came positive and I told my husband, I didn’t know I was driving the last nail into the coffin of marital sex.
For some reason, my husband believed sex during pregnancy would hurt the baby and lost all interest in sex with me.
No amount of online research and not even the doctor could convince him otherwise.
As hormones were taking over my body and making me horny by the day, sex had dried up completely and I was becoming increasingly frustrated.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and I had started masturbating to satisfy my needs. I have never been into masturbation, preferring a good fuck, but nothing I did — not even porn — would get my husband to fuck me anymore.
Waiting for my husband to fall asleep and then masturbating to satisfy my needs became a daily affair. When the nightly masturbation didn’t cut it, or when I was particularly hormonal, I had to take matters in my own hands during the day too.
It was just one such day. Pregnancy hormones were messing with me. I was incredibly horny.
Stripping naked, I started pleasuring myself in my bed — of course, I had forgotten to lock the bedroom door and that’s where things got complicated.
“Didi!” he groaned in shock, his cock springing to a rock hard erection instantly in his shorts.
I was moaning and too close to an orgasm to do anything but turn my head and watch my step-brother as he pulled his cock out and started stroking himself, watching me masturbate naked in my bed.
I couldn’t get my eyes off his erection — he had to be 8″ at least as he stroked himself, and he wasn’t even completely hard yet.
I moaned at the thought of that beautiful erection inside me, and before I knew it, he was between my legs, his mouth all over my pussy, devouring me.
“Oh B….don’t stop, don’t stop” I screamed as he tongue fucked me.
My orgasm hit me with his tongue in my hole and I came shaking and quivering in his mouth.
“Wow Didi, I want you” he groaned into my pussy, still eating me and lapping up my juices.
His hands found and squeezed my boobs, pinching my nipples. After my orgasm had passed completely, he took his mouth off my pussy.
The next thing I knew, the head of his cock was straining against my opening, trying to get in.
He had easily grown another inch or two.
Not only was he long, he had the widest cock I had ever seen and I gasped as he buried himself all the way into me. I hadn’t ever felt a cock fill me up so completely and groaned involuntarily in pleasure.
“Didi…” he groaned, “you are so tight and so beautiful.”
“Shut up and fuck me B,” I moaned, “before I change my mind.”
His lips were on mine, his tongue snaking its way into my mouth and finding mine.
His hands were all over my body, playing with my boobs, caressing my ass cheeks, pinching my nipples.
His wildest dreams were coming true, but I was in erotic heaven.
I knew he wouldn’t pull out. Creaming my pussy had been his ultimate fantasy and he would be doing just that and I wanted nothing more than his hot sperm to flood me.
I was no virgin when I married. I’d had my share of boyfriends.
And yet, after my marriage, I had stayed true to my husband.
Now, I was feeling so filled, so completely aroused, that I didn’t want this moment to end.
I couldn’t help kissing my step-brother back, hungrily, needily.
I pulled him into me and kissed him hungrily.
He started moving in and out of me, slowly at first before gradually picking up tempo.
I grabbed his butt cheeks and spread my legs as wide as I could to let his enormous hardness explore my depts as far as he could.
Soon, his thrusts inside me started intensifying and he was pounding me hard and deep.
“Oh Didi, I have wanted this for years,” he moaned drilling my pussy like a piston.
“God B, you are so huge,” I grunted, “fuck me hard B, fuck meeeeee…..”
And it hit me….the most violent, earth-shattering orgasm of my life hit me, shaking me like a twig in a storm while my brother fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked before.
Wave after wave of the orgasm kept ripping through me as his cock kept slamming against my g-spot with every thrust.
“Oh God, Oh God yes, Oh my GOD!!!!” I kept moaning as his shaft kept pounding my g-spot, keeping my orgasm going.
For nearly five minutes, his pounding kept my orgasm going. I was in sexual heaven.
My body shamelessly enjoying my step-brother’s cock.
And then he stiffened, grunted and came I felt his hot sperm flow deep inside me, as load after load erupted from his shaft.
He kept cumming for well over a minute, but even after he stopped cumming, he kept fucking me.
I felt him go limp in me, and then hard again in minutes. Fifteen minutes later, my pussy took a second load from him and half an hour later a third.
It was only after he had shot his fourth load of cum in my pussy an hour later that he collapsed on top of me, completely spent.
It was the second time in my life that I had taken four loads of cum in my pussy in a day. The first time, I had to coax my husband to keep fucking me and it had taken almost all night. This time, B had done it in less than three hours.
Along the way, he had fucked me in every imaginable position and I had lost count of the number or orgasms I had around his shaft. INCREDIBLE!!!!
“Didi…” he whispered in my ear, his face buried in my neck, “you are even more amazing than I ever imagined.”
I didn’t care anymore that he is my step-brother. It was the best fuck of my life and I just knew, we were just getting started.
“Thank you B,” I whispered back, running my fingers through his hair, his cock limp inside me now, “that was the best ever.”
“Not even close Didi,” he moaned as he started kissing and licking my neck. “the best is yet to come.”
That this was incest or that the thought of my brother fucking me used to revolt me were among the last things on my mind.
I don’t recall ever enjoying sex as much as I had enjoyed it with B that I was hoping he could do it again, and again, and again.
Secretly, I was wondering if he could do it more than four times and was hoping that he would want to do it again after tonight.
I was hoping that, after his curiosity of fucking his sister was satisfied, he wouldn’t lose interest.
I hadn’t ever seen him sexually till this night, and now my sexual curiosity was stirring and I needed to see him that way and enjoy him.
Here I lay, completely naked, being enjoyed by my brother and he wasn’t even fully undressed yet. We lay cuddling for close to an hour my mind reliving the most incredible taboo fuck of my life.
Even as I was thinking all this, he was sucking on my nipple and felt his cock start to stir inside me.
Pushing him off me, I pulled off his tee-shirt, kissing his hairy chest, licking and sucking his hard nipples.
He groaned and I took that as encouragement.
I continued to kiss, lick and bite his torso, lower and lower till I reached his now erect dick. To call it a dick would be doing it disservice. It was the most beautiful shaft ever…no, it was more like a pole.
As much as I wanted to enjoy it, I proceeded past it and pulled his shorts and underwear down completely.
I kissed and licked him up his sexy, muscular legs till I reached his balls.
I cupped his sperm sacks in my hands before kissing and sucking on them.
Simultaneously, I started stroking his hardness.
He is so wide, my fingers barely touch around his girth — and he wasn’t fully erect yet!
Moving up, I kissed the little opening at the head of his cock, licking the little droplet trickling out of it.
I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, and it wasn’t much. I started sucking him and felt him enlarge in my mouth.
He was moaning, groaning and calling my name repeatedly as his manhood rose to its full potential, ready for action.
I sucked and stroked him, and squeezed his balls gently for close to fifteen minutes before he made me stop.
Turning me on my hands and knees, he entered me doggie style.
Once again, I was amazed at how completely he filled me, his shaft going to places that I didn’t even know existed inside me.
As he started thrusting, his shaft once again started teasing my g-spot and I groaned in pleasure.
Within minutes, he was slamming hard in me and I was inching closer and closer to an orgasm.
When it came, I lost all control over my hands and legs, collapsing on the bed, B collapsed on top of me, continuing to pound away.
He banged me for a further ten minutes, during which time, I was rocked by yet another orgasm before he emptied himself inside me again.
What amazed me was that, like before, instead of going limp, he continued to pound inside me even after he had stopped cumming.
I kept waiting for him to start going limp and pull out, but he just kept going. A few minutes later, though he showed no signs of going limp, he pulled out. I turned over on my back to see what he had in mind, he pinned me down and spread my legs even wider.
“No…no….no….no…” I groaned in shock as the head of his cock brushed against my ass-hole, pushing against it. I couldn’t imagine his massive shaft in my ass.
But I was pinned down and he was pushing against my opening, inching ever so slightly inside my ass.
It hurt at first, but he was gentle and didn’t force it. Eventually, the pain was replaced by ecstasy as he went deeper and deeper inside.
It took a few minutes before he was all the way inside me. Once he was all the way in my ass, he started moving in and out. Slowly at first before picking up pace.
Within minutes, he was drilling hard and deep into my ass, picking up his pace with every thrust.
When I came squirting, I expected him to be disgusted. Instead, he picked up his pace even more.
I was squirting like a fountain and he tried to catch as much of it as he could in his mouth, drinking away as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
Sliding two fingers inside my pussy, he started fucking both my holes.
I kept cumming and begging him not to stop. But he was enjoying my cum too much, and had no intention of letting up.
I was at the peak of my orgasm that had lasted God alone knows how long, when he screamed and shoved all the way into me and came in my ass.
I had no idea anal sex could be that good.
Shoving his hardness back in my pussy, he continued pounding for nearly twenty minutes before cumming.
He had just fucked me three more times back-to-back — seven times in all in just one afternoon — and I wouldn’t have ever believed that possible.
Finally, he needed a break and we lay, panting and gasping, kissing and groping each others’ body for nearly an hour.
He took me three more times that night setting my personal records (up to that point) of getting fucked 10 times and God alone knows how many orgasms.
He fucked me at every opportunity he got throughout my pregnancy and thereafter. The record of 10 times that he hit on the first day was broken many times over. Neither he, nor I know what the record is now and who cares about records after all, right?
With my husband no longer interested in sex, my life would have been a sexual desert if not for B and his insatiable hunger for my body.
The only problem now for me is, how do I explain my second pregnancy to my husband? Any ideas?
THE END
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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