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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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The Prelude
To say she is hot would be like saying the night is dark or there’s light during the day. Chaitali bhabhi is more than just hot. She is the epitome of the woman a young guy fantasizes about while stepping into adulthood.
There was a significant age gap between my elder brother and I because of three failed pregnancies in between. When I was born, I was seen as the miracle child and ‘God’s Gift.’ Naturally, I was was pampered and grew up used to getting whatever I wanted.
I had just turned 18 when my elder brother got married to Chaitali Bhabhi. She was a widow, a few years older than my brother, who himself was 28 years old, ten years older than I was at the time.
Her now-diseased husband was my brother’s boss and my brother was smitten by Chaitali — the wife of the boss from the first time he saw her at a party.
He secretly stalked her social media and, for a couple years, she became the woman he masturbated to, the fantasy he yearned to turn into reality.
As luck and destiny would have it, his boss passed away in a car accident. My brother helped the grieving widow with insurance settlement and other legal issues. Every excuse that let him spend time with her was fair game. Day or night, he was ready at her beck and call.
Over the year after her husband’s death, he and Chaitali bhabhi became good friends and he learned about her life — she had always wanted to pursue a career in entertainment, either acting or modeling. However, her parents were dead against her aspirations and got her married at the first opportunity.
While her husband was financially well off, it was a loveless marriage that she endured for public appearances. Her in-laws believed that her place was in the kitchen and her husband’s bedroom.
While her husband liked to spend time with her in the bedroom — at least once a week — she saw it as a wife’s duty that she fulfilled getting no pleasure out of the experience herself.
He never really understood her or even tried to understand her. She was a trophy wife he liked to flaunt socially.
He neither knew of, nor ever supported her career aspirations. Tending to running the house was to her as much a chore as it was spreading her legs for his cock whenever he wanted to fuck her.
That’s how she saw it — fucking. Not love making. And that was because, while she felt no love herself, he never made an attempt to make her happy or consider that she would have desires too.
So, she could not see a few minutes of fucking before he came inside her as ‘making love.’
He enjoyed fucking her. If she didn’t feel like it, he wanted it even more. The more she didn’t enjoy it, the more he did. He loved to fuck her hard, make her cry and beg him to stop.
Even though he didn’t have much stamina for sex, and wasn’t endowed with a dick that could cause much damage, the humiliation itself left her feeling used — like a free prostitute.
By his own admission (when I saw him jerking off one day), my brother masturbated imagining her husband fucking her.
The seduction
The night she poured her heart out to my brother about her loveless marriage was the night he seduced her. She was wearing a sheer half-saree like outfit over a backless blouse, looking sexy as hell.
Over the evening, she had a drink too many and was more than a little tipsy.
That’s probably what prompted the venting — and talking about her suppressed needs and desires probably had her a bit horny too.
Hearing about how her husband fucked her had my brother turned on and when she noticed the boner in his pants, she stared at it with naked lust in her eyes.
After an awkward silence, Chaitali excused herself and went to the bathroom.
Embarrassed and kicking himself thinking he had hurt her feelings and she was probably upset, my brother sat brooding on the couch.
After a while, when she did not return, he decided he had outlived his welcome and headed towards the door. His path took him past the master bedroom door (the bathroom was inside the master bedroom).
Just as he was passing the open bedroom door, he heard moaning sounds. Tiptoeing, he stepped into the bedroom inched his way to the bathroom.
Chaitali’s moaning sounds became louder and by the way she was moaning, it was obvious to my brother that she was masturbating.
His imagination went wild. He imagined her masturbating — lying in bed, naked with her legs spread wide
Was she using a toy or her fingers? How wet was she? What did she taste like? Was she naked or masturbating with her clothes on? Did she squirt when she orgasmed or not?
He unzipped his pants and started stroking his boner. After about 15-20 minutes, he heard a muffled shudder and groan that was different from her moaning, suggesting she had an orgasm.
My brother struggled to get his hardness back in his pants, zipped up and returned to the living room.
Shortly afterwards, Chaitali came out of the bedroom.
“Sorry to have ket you waiting,” she said, avoiding eye contact. Walking past him towards the kitchen, she added, “can I get you anything?”
My brother noticed that she had forgotten (or consciously decided not to) wear her blouse. Her bare back, his own boner and what he had heard combined to make her totally irresistible to him and he decided to make a move and face the consequences.
He followed her to the kitchen. Her back was to him as she was fixing drinks. Sneaking up on her, he slid the pallu of her dress aside to expose a breast and caressed it.
Chaitali sighed, threw her head back and turned towards him. They kissed, tentatively at first, but soon their passions took over.
They kissed hungrily, tongues fighting with pent up passion. My brother pinched her naked nipple and squeezed her breast making her moan in his mouth. They just stood there, kissing and my brother exploring her body for close to ten minutes.
Then my brother turned her around, lifted her and made her sit on the kitchen counter.
Lifting her dress, he kissed each of her toes, then her feet, her ankles, moving higher and higher up her legs. She spread her legs as he inched closer and closer to her pussy.
My brother obliged by sliding her lace panties aside and taking her glistening wet pussy in his mouth.
She was soaking wet from the orgasm she had just had in the bathroom and tasted delicious.
He opened her lips and slid his tongue into her hole. He slid in and out of her, stimulating her clit with his finger while he tongue-fucked her.
Chaitali’s breathing got heavy and she started thrusting her pussy into my brother’s mouth, in rhythm with the movement of his tongue in and out of her.
Switching focus, he slid two fingers in her hole and took her swollen clit in his mouth.
“Aaaahhhhh,” Chaitali groaned, pressing my brother’s face into her pussy.
He ate her hungrily, devouring her with his lips, teeth and tongue for nearly ten minutes before Chaitali arched her back, lifted her legs and shook with an orgasm, squirting right into my brother’s hungry mouth.
He drank her juices and ate her right through her orgasm.
“My turn,” she said after he orgasm had passed and she had regained her breath.
Stripping my brother naked, she gasped at his erection, which was much bigger than her husband’s.
She started by gently kissing of his cock, licking his precum. Taking the head of his cock in her mouth, she started stroking the rest of his shaft.
Soon she was hungrily devouring his pole and balls, stroking him closer and closer to a climax.
When he came, she took him in her mouth, swallowing his massive load.
Even though he was spent, Chaitali wasn’t done yet.
Grabbing his limp cock in her hand, she led him to the bedroom. Laying him on his back on the bed she had shared with her late husband, she stripped naked and climbed on top of him.
Sitting on his belly first, she inched higher and higher, rubbing her wet pussy across his torso till she reached his chin.
Sliding her legs over his shoulders and below him, she settled on his mouth, feeding him her needy pussy.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed his cock, and started stroking him while he ate her.
Legs spread wide, with her sitting on his face gave my brother access to her depths and he explored her pussy thoroughly with his tongue, lips and even bit on her swollen clit gently.
Within ten minutes of getting devoured, Chaitali started shaking as an orgasm built up.
She screamed, threw her head back and arched her back when she came gushing, flooding my brother’s mouth with her orgasm.
He drank her flowing juices hungrily making her orgasm last almost two minutes.
My brother’s face and the pillow he lay on were totally drenched with her juices by the time her orgasm passed.
The incredible experience had my brother hard again and he was ready for action again.
Getting on top her, my brother entered her, while kissing her mouth passionately.
He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, making Chaitali groan. He played with her tits with his fingers, caressing and pinching them.
He was moving in and out of her, slowly at first and gradually picking up his tempo, while continuing to alternately kiss her and suck on her tits.
After fucking her in the missionary position for a few minutes, he turned on her side and entered her from the side, spooning her.
She lifted her leg and put it over his, to give his cock easier access.
Reaching behind her, he slid his fingers up and down her ass crack before fingering her ass hole. Chaitali gasped in pleasure.
Encouraged, he slid a finger inside her ass hole. He moved his shaft in and out of her pussy in rhythm with his finger moving in and out of her ass.
Having both her holes stimulated was too much and Chaitali was rocked by yet another orgasm.
As her pussy tightened around my brother’s shaft through the orgasm, my brother erupted, filling Chaitali’s pussy with his load.
They fell asleep wrapped around each other and fucked again when they woke up before my brother took a shower and headed to office.
The Proposal
Over the next few months, an hour long meeting would last 7-8 hours because neither could have enough of each other and spent hours fucking each others’ brains out.
A few months later, he proposed to her and she said yes. It was probably because she saw him as everything her husband wasn’t.
A good listener who didn’t judge her. A compassionate friend supportive of her dreams and aspirations. And he was a much better lover than her first husband — skillful in the art of pleasuring her to orgasm after orgasm, and he had his cock size mattered too!
I had heard about her because my brother couldn’t stop talking about her. But when I first saw her, even I was hooked. I now understood my brother’s infatuation with this woman.
No wonder he couldn’t keep his dick out of her. Granted I am a hormonal teen, still, I wouldn’t have been able to wait as long as my brother did before trying to seduce her as you will find out if you read the rest of my narrative here.
Their 10-day honeymoon was pure torture for me, because I couldn’t get her body out of my mind and couldn’t stop imagining my brother in bed with this beauty, enjoying her naked body, filling her hungry pussy with load after load of his cum.
Even after they returned, seeing her in the house in her sexy clothes, smelling her perfume as she walked past, smelling her used panties that she had tossed in the laundry pile… and often tasting them when I thought I detected some moistness.
Just sharing the same space as her was torturous. She was erotica in motion and I ached to see her without her clothes.
The Temptation
I almost got my wish one day when I returned home early from college because that was the last day to pay the fee for a photography class I wanted to take. My brother told me there was cash in his bedside drawer and asked me to take what I needed. I had my own key and let myself in.
As I stepped in their bedroom, I heard the shower going and had an instant boner, imagining Chaitali bhabhi naked just a few feet away.
She had arranged her clothes on the bed and I spent a few precious minutes, smelling, kissing and licking them.
I particularly enjoyed rubbing my dick on the inside of her bra and panties, after kissing and licking them both.
I was thinking about jerking off with her panties when I heard the shower turn off. I knew it was just a matter of minutes before she stepped out and I was curious if she would step out naked, thinking there was no one at home.
I opened my brother’s bedside drawer and started looking for the money he said was there. A minute or so later, she opened the bathroom door and stepped out holding a towel.
Seeing me in the bedroom startled her and she nearly dropped the towel.
It was but for a fleeting moment, but I got a glimpse of her perfect breasts, punctuated by a dark areola with perfect, erect nipples as the towel slipped out of her hands.
She grabbed it before it fell all the way to the ground and covered herself with it and I almost groaned.
Part of me was cursing the towel for not falling to the floor so I could see solve the mystery of whether she kept her pussy shaved, trimmed or bushy while the other part of me was turned on by the glimpse of her naked breasts.
It was an awkward moment with both of us speechless, before her eyes moved down to the boner in my tracks.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips before she realized it, blushed and smiled at me.
“Sorry to have scared you bhabhi,” I blurted, my voice hoarse, “I have to pay the fee for my photography class and Bhaiya said I could take the cash from his bedside drawer.
“It’s ok,” she replied stepping into the bedroom, “go ahead and take whatever you need,” she added smiling.
My mind was looking for the hidden meaning in those words, imagining the invitation to take her, but I was scared of misreading her words and all I could do was gulp and open and bend towards the drawer.
Through the corner of my eyes, I saw her walk to the bed and pick up her pink lace panties. If she noticed they were moist on the inside from my licking, she didn’t let on.
She just proceeded to put them on while my back was turned to her.
Whether she knew I could see her through the mirror, I don’t know. The towel was extremely short, ending just inches below her pussy and I couldn’t help notice how creamy her thighs were.
As she pulled her panties on, the towel rose higher and she turned just moments before her pussy would have been exposed.
The generous view of her creamy full butt that I got was a small consolation. The lace panties sank deep inside her ass crack as she pulled them on.
The towel fell back into place once she was done. I wanted to rip that towel off, slam her on the bed and take her after taking my time licking and kissing her body…particularly her boobs, the inside of her thighs and her pussy.
I couldn’t prolong my stay there though and once I found the money, I thanked her and left.
I saw her staring at my boner when I turned towards her. She now knew she turned me on. Damn, what was I going to do if she told my brother?
I was scared the next few days, and jumped every time my brother called me. But as time passed, I realized she hadn’t told him anything and started to relax.
Mixed Signals
It had been three months since that incident. During this time, my brother had to go out of the country for a project. He had left two weeks ago and wasn’t due to return for two more months.
He had requested me to watch over her ‘needs’ and make sure she was ok while he was gone. I was only too happy to oblige and, as a result, bhabhi and I got to spend time together.
She would smile at my boner and often told me it was normal for a 18-year-old to be turned on.
While that helped me with my embarrassment, it didn’t stop me from being turned on every time I was around her and she always smiled at my boner. I guess she found it flattering.
One night, I heard her moaning and tiptoed to the bedroom. The door wasn’t locked and I opened it a crack. She was lying in bed, dressed only in sheer white panties that hid nothing.
Her one hand was cupping a breast, pinching a nipple, while the other was vigorusly rubbing her pussy. Her legs were spread wide, and there was her laptop propped between them.
On the laptop was my brother jerking off. I watched transfixed as Chaitali bhabhi masturbated.
They talked dirty and put on a show for each other unaware that she was putting on a show for me too.
Nearly half an hour later, bhabhi put a hand over her mouth to muffle a scream, arched her back, trembled and shook as her orgasm hit.
They talked for a while more after their respective orgasms, before ending the call. She picked up her panties, which were lying on the bed next to her and wiped her cum-soaked pussy with it.
She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom, tossing her panties on the bed behind her.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, I was at the bed, picking up her panties, drenched in her cum. I smelled them — fuck she smelled heavenly. I licked the wet parts of the panties, trying to taste her juices.
WOW! Even her cum tasted exquisite. I ached to devour her cum right out of her pussy. After I couldn’t make it drip anymore.
Continuing to lick the inside of her panties where her pussy would have been, I pulled my boxers down and rubbed her wet panties all over my erect shaft. Soon I was jerking off in her panties.
I didn’t realize how long I had been there enjoying her cum soaked panties and didn’t hear the bathroom door open.
“That’s not very decent you know,” I heard from behind me.
Startled, I dropped the panties and turned. Bhabhi stood at the bathroom door, holding a towel across her breasts. For a fleeting moment, her eyes dropped down to my exposed cock and went wide in surprise.
“Sorry bhabhi,” I blurted totally ashamed at getting caught.
“What would your brother think if he heard,” she said, but there was no anger in her voice.
She sounded almost amused. While she talked, she moved into the bedroom towards where I had dropped her panties. My boner was still facing her and her eyes kept going towards it. I hurriedly pulled up my boxers.
When I looked up, I could see bhabhi’s naked backside through the mirror.
She bent down and picked up her wet panties and I got a generous view of her ass while she was bent over.
“I am sorry bhabhi,” I said again, staring at her naked backside through the mirror.
“Are you?” She said. Then she stepped towards me, holding the towel in place with one hand and her panties in the other.
Placing the hand holding the panties over my shoulder, she added, “look, don’t feel bad ok? I understand you are young and hormonal. It is natural. I am actually flattered that you find me desirable. But this is not the way to express it na? Someone else would call you a pervert for what you just did.” What did she mean by this is not the way to express? My head was swirling.
“It’s ok,” she said, hugging me, still holding on to the towel. I felt the steam from her body burn into me. Knowing she was stark naked beyond the towel made it a torture as my boner pushed against her belly. There was no way she could have missed that. She held me in the hug for a few seconds, almost pressing into my boner (maybe I was imagining that).
She finally patted my back and said, “I promise I won’t tell. Now go, I need to get dressed.”
I was tempted to tug at the towel as she broke the hug, but I didn’t have the courage to push my luck. I walked out the door, but turned and peeked back. She had turned around, her back to me, the towel was on the floor. I could see her naked breasts and pussy in the mirror.
She was smelling her wet panties — was she trying to smell my cock on her panties?
She smiled and, to my utter surprise, put the same soaking wet panties on.
“Some day, maybe,” she whispered with a naughty smile on her face, caressing her pussy over her panties. What did she mean by that?
Who Seduced Who
There was a change in Chaitali bhabhi since that day. She never wrapped the towel around her. Just held it across her breasts.
While she dressed conservatively through the day, come night time, she would change into sexy sheer lingerie long before getting on a call with my brother.
Her sexy calls with my brother became a daily affair. She would leave the bedroom door wide open and moan loudly.
Since I was a photography student, I almost always had a camera with me.
When I suggested taking her pictures using my photography class as an excuse, she was only too happy to oblige.
I missed no opportunity to take her pictures . She was a willing model — having had aspirations of a career in the entertainment industry.
She didn’t flinch even when I wanted to take some sexy candid pictures of her. I took pictures of her at various stages of undess, in and out of a saree, hooking a blouse, holding a towel in such a way that most of her breasts were visible, wearing sexy lingerie and more.
I was scared to suggest shedding her clothes completely till I had my breakthrough idea that I was playing out today…
“What’s the matter,” she asked, “you have looked a bit stressed for the past few days.”
“It’s just that I have this photography assignment…well, it’s actually a competition, and I can’t think of anything creative or different that I can do to give me the edge bhabhi.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked when I told her about the competition.
“The topic is erotica bhabhi,” I lied hoping she would take the bait.
Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she would call my bluff, but in a moment, she smiled.
“So you think I won’t be a good model for an erotic photo shoot?” she asked, smiling naughtily, her eyes locked on the growing tent in my shorts.
“No…you would be a wonderful model in any shoot bhabhi,” I said, gulping, “but this calls for nude photography.”
“Ok, I don’t have a problem with that,” she said smiling and looking down at my crotch, “as long as you can keep that in check.”
I looked down at my erection had turned to a raging hard-on when she said she didn’t mind modeling nude.
“You think you can do that?” she asked walking up to me and rubbing my boner up and down with her hand. All I could do is nod.
“Ok…Maybe we should start with a few regular shots though,” she suggested.
We started outdoors spending a few hours taking a number of pictures in her sexy dress. I took a lot of close-ups of her cleavage and navel for my personal collection too.
“We need some erotic pictures Bhabhi.” I said eventually.
“Ok, any ideas?” she asked. It was a hot day and I suggested starting with the shower.
“Of course you would pick that. Isn’t that where you first saw me naked? Stepping out of the shower?” she teased.
“You weren’t naked.” I replied.
“But you wished I was.” she said smiling, “You would have had your wish if I hadn’t caught the towel.”
“Honestly, I wish you hadn’t.” I said, mustering all the courage I could.
“I know,” she said, leading the way back into the house.
She started undressing as soon as we were back indoors and the door was closed. She first dropped the dupatta and let me take a lot of pictures of her cleavage and navel.
I suggested she take off her top and cover herself with just her dupatta. She readily obliged. I took a number of close ups of her nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her dupatta.
Next, I suggested she lower her ghagra (skirt) by a few inches. She lowered it so low that I was sure she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her trimmed pussy hair was visible just above the edge of her ghagra. A number of full body pics and close-ups of her navel and pussy area followed before I suggested she get in the shower.
She asked me to wait outside while she undressed and got in the shower. I heard the shower water and waited. She called out to me to come in a couple minutes later.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I stepped in. Chaitali bhabhi was completely naked, facing me, the shower soaking her naked body.
“Like what you see?” she asked, as I reached instinctively for my boner.
“You are stunning bhabhi.” I said drinking in her beauty.
“So, are you just going to stand there with an erection from outer space?” she asked, and added as I took a step towards her, “or take pictures too?”
Of course she meant that. Silly me to think that was an invitation to join her in the shower.
For nearly half an hour, I took her pictures in every possible pose in the shower. She even let me take close ups of her ass hole and pussy.
“Do you like it with hair or shaved?” she asked.
“Me?”
“I mean, as a photographer.” She added, “Your brother likes me to keep it trimmed like this, but what do you think will make better pictures?”
“You’d make wonderful pictures Bhabhi, regardless of your pubic hair,” but since we have a few with a trimmed bush, could we take a few clean shaven?”
“Sure,” she said, “I bet that’s how you’d like me, isn’t it? Now, don’t lie.” she said, when she noticed me hesitating.
“Yes, I have always imagined your pussy shaved.”
“Always? So you have imagined me naked?”
“Every single day bhabhi.” I conceded, turning red.
“I know,” she said, “and I am glad we are being honest here. Do you want pictures of me shaving my pussy?”
“Yes,” I said, not believing my luck.
She spread her legs wide and started shaving her pussy. As I took pictures and stared at her shaving her pussy, she invited me to take close ups. I was mere inches away from her pussy, taking a few pictures, but staring with naked lust that my erection betrayed.
Oh, did I forget to mention that I took a number of short videos of her too while showering and now while shaving? No? Well, I did 🙂
My discomfort was growing and my balls were aching bad. After she was done shaving herself, she noticed me fidgeting and asked what was wrong, a naughty glint in her eyes.
“It’s hurting, bhabhi.” I said.
“What is?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“My balls,” I added, going red in the face, “I have been turned on all day and they’re hurting.”
“Maybe we should relieve them,” she said, stepping out of the shower and walking towards me, stark naked and dripping water.
“We?” My mind was doing cartwheels at the implications of that word as I saw her come closer and closer, completely naked, her shower drenched body begging to be fucked.
Before my mind could fully process the possibilities of that statement, she was on her knees in front of me, pulling my shorts down.
Her eyes went wide as soon as my cock was released from its confines.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, grabbing my shaft and automatically starting to stroke me., “that’s the biggest I have ever seen!!!”
“Bigger than bhaiya’s?” I couldn’t help blurt it out, and regretted it immediately.
“Not even close,” she said laughing, “his is nearly half this size. Your’s is just beautiful.”
Her finger tips touched the head of my shaft, that was already leaking some pre-cum.
She took the leaking drop on her index finger tip and sucked on her finger, shooting me a wink.
“You even taste better,” she said and proceeded to take the head of my cock in her lips and lick the tip.
I groaned in pleasure.
She started stroking my shaft from base to head with one hand, while her other hand cupped and started caressing my balls.
The combination of pain and pleasure made me groan and moan with pleasure.
“Feels good?” she asked
“Oh Bhabhi,” I moaned, “you have no idea what I am feeling now.
“I think I do,” she said winking.
“But this is not working,” she added when I hadn’t cum after a few minutes of stroking, “let’s take it to the next level.”
With that, she started kissing my pole, from the base till the tip, licking the opening. After doing that a couple times, she took the head of my cock in her mouth.
“Oh WOW bhabhi!!!!” I groaned.
She enveloped beautiful mouth around my hardness, taking as much of it as she could without gagging. She was making feel sensations I hadn’t felt before.
Her hands continued to stroke me and caress my balls while she sucked on me. Moving me in and out of her mouth slowly at first, she started increasing the tempo gradually. She was sucking with every thrust, inching me closer and closer to my climax.
“Don’t stop bhabhi, please don’t stop,” I groaned, grabbing her head.
I lasted just a couple minutes, but it felt like an eternity of the most pleasurable sensations going through my whole body.
I would never have imagined the woman I had fantasized for so long would so willingly be giving me a blowjob, completely naked in her bathroom.
“Oh…Bhabhi!!!!!…..” I groaned as I stiffened and came.
Though she pulled me out of her mouth, I shot load after load all over her beautiful face. A lot of it hit her lips, cheeks and chin, spilling down over her boobs and body.
After a couple spurts, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, taking my cum on her tongue.
Chaitali bhabhi swallowed, sticking her tongue out again for more after she gulped a load. For close to a minute, I kept shooting, aiming for her mouth, but also creaming her pretty face in the bargain.
After I was done, she stood up and kissed me squarely on my mouth, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I tasted my cum mixed with her saliva as our tongues met.
“Happy?” she asked after kissing me long and deep for a minute or so, “they should stop hurting now.”
That was it for the day sexually. She went back into the shower to clean up with a “you can take pictures if you want.” I took lots of pictures of her showering and a video of her masturbating herself to an orgasm in the shower.
After she was finished, as she continued showering, I got dressed and went into my bedroom to download the pictures and videos on to my laptop.
I had just finished moving the more intimate pictures that I had taken for my own pleasure and the videos that she didn’t know I had taken to a separate folder when she walked in completely naked.
“What?” she said surprised, “you have seen me naked already no?” I merely nodded, starting to go hard again.
Together we watched the photos, a new intimacy and closeness between us.
“Thank you Bhabhi,” I said when we were done going through the pictures. After an awkward pause, I added, “do you regret it?”
“What?” she asked smiling naughtily, “modeling for you or the other thing?”
“Both,” I said.
“No,” she replied, “do you?”
I shook my head No.
“Do you have all you need?” she asked, pointing to the laptop.
“I’d like more erotic pictures,” I replied.
“Like what?”
“You know…” I said hesitantly, “you sexually aroused and your pussy wet, your nipples puffed up with arousal…you know, nobody is going to get that kind of intimate pictures. Maybe you masturbating? If I had them, I could actually win the competition.”
She invited me to join that night’s video call. “Just stay out of the frame of the video ok?” she warned, “Not sure your bhaiya will appreciate me helping you in this way.”
While she put on a show for both brothers, I took a few pictures and a video of her squirting orgasm. After the call ended, as she lay on the bed panting, she asked “got it?”
I said, “that phone was a problem”.
“No problem,” she said, “I can do it again for you.”
“Would you?”
“Of course, anything for you.”
And then she did an encore. Her panties, already soaked with her previous squirting orgasm hid absolutely nothing. I took lots of extremely close-up pics of her masturbating and a video.
I then dropped my boxers and started stroking my shaft. She watched transfixed and exploded squirting within a few minutes. I was still stroking myself when she pulled her drenched panties off and tossed them at me.
Catching them, I squeezed her cum off them into my mouth while continuing to stroke myself.
“Like it?” she asked from the bed.
“Yummm” I replied, squeezing more of her nectar into my mouth.
She laughed, “let me help you,” she said, got off the bed and pulled me to the bed grabbing my shaft. Laying me on my back, she literally sat on my face, feeding me her dripping pussy.
“Still like it?” she asked as I shoved my tongue into her, and sucked on her pussy, devouring her juices hungrily.
“You are even yummier this way,” I said, eating her hungrily, instinctively sucking on her clit.
She moaned in pleasure.
After I ate her hungrily for about ten minutes, she exploded in my mouth, her squirt flowing directly from source in my mouth. I drank from her fountain hungrily.
Five minutes later, she came again, and again three minutes later and yet again, almost immediately after the previous orgasm passed.
I kept drinking her as she squirted over and over in my mouth.
She sat on my face, let me explore her depths with my tongue, recovering from her back to back orgasms.
Bending forward, she then grabbed my shaft and started stroking it. And then she did what I could have only dreamed of — she took me in her mouth. I was eating her as she was eating me.
We ate each other for nearly five minutes before I tensed and exploded in Chaitali bhabhi’s mouth for the second time that day.
I continued to eat her while she squeezed the last drop of cum out my rod and licked my shaft all over till it went limp.
She then rolled on her back and spread her legs for me.
Getting between them, I entered her with two fingers while my mouth went to work on her clit. Within just a couple minutes, she rocked and exploded, squirting in my mouth.
I drank her delicious nectar right from the source. She kept gushing for nearly two minutes and I kept feeding from her pussy.
“WOW” I exclaimed once her orgasm had passed and she stopped gushing.
“Liked it huh?” she said, a naughty smile on her face.
“Loved it!” I said, “you are simply delicious. I could feed on that all day and all night.”
She laughed, “enough naughty boy. You’ve had your fun for the night. You aren’t getting anymore. Now go to bed.”
Over the next couple days, we took many nude, semi-nude and masturbating pictures, each session punctuated with a blow job and multiple treats of her pussy juices. She confessed that she loved being eaten and loved it even more when the man liked drinking her juices.
I wanted even more and decided to up the ante. I had enough incriminating stuff to blackmail her if it came to it, but I was hoping I wouldn’t have to. And I didn’t!
Taking progressively erotic pictures and helping each other masturbate had now become a daily affair and yet, that’s how far it had gone.
What did change though was that I would take her pictures stark naked. Her logic was that I would get so hard that being naked would be more convenient than straining my cock and balls in my pants.
She also confessed to getting aroused watching my erection and that would help with the ‘aroused’ look I wanted. Today was no different. After stripping naked, I had been taking pictures for a while. She had gone from being completely dressed to completely naked over the past hour.
“WOW! You are erotica in motion.” I said after one shot of her lying in bed naked.
“Thank you!” she said, her fingers opening her pussy wider as I continued to click away, my camera just inches from her pussy.
“You aren’t wet enough though,” I added.
“I am not a tap you know,” she said giggling, “that I can get juices flowing on demand.”
“Would some foreplay help?”
“Wouldn’t you like that? Sure, come here,” she replied winking and patting the bed next to her.
Setting the camera aside, I got in the bed next to her and started kissing her. Her naked body was just too much to not touch and within moments, my hand was cupping and caressing her boob.
She moaned in my mouth, her hand reaching out behind my head and pulling me closer into the kiss. I first touched a nipple, then started playing with it with my fingers before pinching it.
“Wow!” I said breaking the kiss but continuing to play with her nipple. Her eyes were closed and she had a far away look on her face, enjoying the sensations.
Taking a chance, I took the other nipple in my mouth and started sucking it.
She groaned in pleasure but made no effort to stop me. I kept sucking her tit while playing with the other breast.
After a few minutes, I switched taking the other nipple in my mouth to suck, while caressing and squeezing the free boob.
She kept moaning and aching her back, pushing her boobs into my mouth
Encouraged, while continuing to suck on her tit, I slid my hand down and cupped her pussy.
“Oh yesssss,” she moaned.
I slid a couple fingers inside her, moving them in and out. Her hips started moving in rhythm with my fingers. She was making animal sounds of pleasure. It was a month and a half since my brother had left on his business trip and she was evidently missing the sex.
Reaching down she started rubbing her clitoris while I drilled her with my fingers and sucked her tits. Soon, she was thrusting to meet my fingers, her vocalizations getting louder and louder. I stopped sucking her to see her face
I was determined to make today count and stopped, pulling my fingers out and sitting up, looking at her flushed face.
“Don’t stop…” she groaned, continuing to rub her clit, “please don’t stop now.”
I had already dropped my boxers and spread her legs wide open.
“I don’t intend to,” I said and moved up to kiss her mouth. While kissing her, I started rubbing my shaft against her glistening wet opening, “today, I plan to take plenty of pictures of a cum-filled leaking pussy.
She watched mesmerized, but made no effort to stop me.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhh,” she groaned as I pushed inside her incredibly tight pussy.
“Hurts?” I asked.
“No….” she gasped, “never had anything that huge inside me.” she said smiling. “I can feel you in places I didn’t know existed inside me.” She had already given me a blowjob earlier, and I knew I wouldn’t cum that quickly this time. This was a dream come true and I was finally going to take her.
“Jerking off is nothing compared to being inside you Bhabhi,” I moaned.
“Never been in a pussy before?” I shook my head no.
“My my,” she mumbled smiling, “you are quite good for a first timer.”
“You are so tight Bhabhi, I said feeling her pussy muscles clench and milk my cock with every thrust.
As I started moving inside her, she started rubbing her clit. Moving her hand aside, I started rubbing it myself.
Gradually moving faster and faster, I started rubbing her clit in rhythm with my thrusts.
Within a few minutes, her breathing started getting ragged again.
“Oh my God, I am going to cum,” she moaned, “I am going to cum again.” I thrust harder and deeper into her till she screamed and shook like a twig.
As she came, her pussy clenched around my shaft, squeezing it as I thrust into her, taking me over the edge.
I drove myself all the way into her and erupted. I held myself in her burying my cum as deep inside her, filling her up for close to a minute.
Even after I was spent, I didn’t pull out of her, but kept thrusting my limp cock in and out of her pussy.
“You got your cum filled pussy,” she moaned but made no effort to push me back, “don’t you have to take pictures?”
“Not nearly enough cum in your pussy,” I said grinning at her and she gasped as she felt my cock start to go hard again inside her.
After I was completely hard, I turned her around on her hands and knees and entered her doggy style.
After 15 more minutes of pounding, by the time I deposited my second load of cum inside her pussy her pussy was dripping cum on to the bed.
“Wow!” she groaned collapsing on the bed after I pulled out, “twice back to back. Your brother can never do it more than once a day.”
I took lots of long shot and close up pictures of her naked body and cum leaking pussy.
When I set the camera aside, she asked, “satisfied?” I shook my head.
“No?”
“I was thinking, a cum filled ass would complete the picture.” I said grinning and stroking my limp cock.
“You want to go again?” she asked shocked, “I have never done anal.”
“There’s always a first time,” I said getting in bed.
This time it took over half an hour of fucking before I shot my load inside her ass.
Once I was spent, I collapsed on top of her, kissing her lovingly. We fell asleep.
When I woke up, she was standing my the window looking out.
“I am sorry,” I said, thinking she was probably regretting what we had done.
“No need to be sorry,” she said without turning. “You know, since your brother left, all I was left with was masturbation. The past few days with you eating me to orgasms were great, but I needed this.”
She turned around to face me, her naked body outlined by the sunlight coming in through the window.
“If I were to be honest, today was the best sex I have had in my whole life. I haven’t ever cum so many times in a day before. Your brother is great in bed, but you are simply incredible. So I have no regrets.”
Getting in bed next to me, she took my limp cock in her hand and started stroking it. “If anything, I want more,” she said. With that, she started kissing my cock and caressing my balls. Before long, she had me hard and ready to go.
I fucked her one more time that day.
After that day, we got creative each time, fucking with her on top, doggy style and in the shower before we were both completely exhausted.
Over the next month, we fucked multiple times everyday. Both the photography and the sex got increasingly hardcore, intense and creative. She couldn’t have enough of my cock and I couldn’t have enough or her squirting orgasms.
“Your brother returns this weekend you know” she said one day after we had throughout the night.
“I know,” I replied, already feeling sad.
“You will need to get more creative than a lame excuse like ‘photography project’ if you want this to continue.
“What?”
“I know there was no photography project,” she said kissing me, “but I wanted this to be your idea and your initiative.” I was getting hard again as she added, “and I don’t want it to stop.”
It’s been a year now and Chaitali Bhabhi just delivered her first baby…our first baby… and I suspect there will be a few more over the coming years.
THE END
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