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He was painting when the doorbell rang. Irritated at the intrusion, he hurriedly wiped his paint-stained hands on a rag and stepped out of his studio, the scent of oil and turpentine clinging to his skin. The door swung open to reveal a young woman he didn’t immediately recognize, though her resemblance to his wife was unmistakable.
“Hi Di…” Anushka stopped mid-sentence, but couldn’t stop herself as she threw her arms around him. She expected the door to be opened by her sister, not her brother in law. He held her as she blushed and detached herself, looking embarrassed.
“Sorry, Jeeju,” she said moving a stray strand of hair off her face, avoiding eye contact, “I expected Didi to open the door.”
“She’s in Dublin for work,” Nishit replied, his voice low, almost apologetic. “Should be heading back tomorrow.”
Anushka’s phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at the screen—Anupama’s name flashing. She answered, putting it on speaker.
“Hey, Didi! I’m here. Jeeju just let me in.” Her voice was light, teasing, “he said you were in Ireland. When are you returning?” Anushka asked, her voice dropping to a whisper as she stepped into the house and Nishit closed the door.
She glanced around, taking in the polished wooden floors, the plush sofas draped in rich fabrics, and the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the sheer curtains.
“Leaving tomorrow afternoon. Should be home day after tomorrow morning, hopefully,” Anupama replied, her voice warm but tired. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to welcome you. Work’s been crazy.”
Anushka sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s okay, Didi. I’m just tired from the trip.”
“You make yourself at home and feel free to use my stuff — clothes, toiletries, whatever you need. You can unpack at leisure. Nishit will help you if you need anything,” Anupama said before hanging up.
Anushka placed her phone on the table and turned to face Nishit. He was standing a few feet away, his hands tucked into the pockets of his paint-splattered jeans, looking distracted, as if he couldn’t wait to get back to painting.
“Let me show you to the guest room and Anu’s stuff in our bedroom.” Nishit said grabbing her suitcases and heading off into the house.
“Funny you call her Anu,” Anushka said following him, “That’s always been my nickname. Dad and mom called her Pammi. Just sounds strange to hear her addressed by my nickname.” Anushka said with a laugh.
The guest room was cozy, with soft pastel walls and a large window overlooking the garden. A vase of fresh flowers sat on the dresser, their petals just beginning to unfurl. Anushka dropped her backpack onto the bed, the weight of the day finally settling into her bones.
“God, I need a shower,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Nishit hesitated, his gaze flickering away. “Only one bathroom,” he admitted. “It’s attached to the master bedroom. Anu’s stuff is also there. Let me show you to her stuff and then leave you to freshen up. Chai or coffee?” Nishit asked.
“Filter coffee if you have it or chai, either is fine,” she said, her voice suddenly thick, her throat dry.
“You freshen up and I will make chai. You will have to make do with leftover breakfast. I am not much use in the kitchen.” Nishit said with a shrug. “But I can manage chai.”
After Nishit left, Anushka rummaged through her elder sister’s clothes and grabbed a dress and a set of her underwear before heading to the shower.
The bathroom was spacious, with a large walk-in shower and a deep soaking tub.
She turned the water on, letting it run hot, and stepped under the spray, sighing as the warmth cascaded over her skin. The steam filled the room, fogging up the mirror.
She lathered her body with Anupama’s expensive soap, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling the air. Her fingers traced the curves of her own body, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips.
The hot water pounded against her skin, turning it pink, soaking away the tiredness from a long journey and jetlag. She closed her eyes, letting the steam envelop her.
When she emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her sister’s clothes, she was welcomed by the aroma of ginger-tea. The steam from the shower had left her skin dewy, her hair damp and curling at the ends.
She padded barefoot into the dining area next to the kitchen, the soft fabric of Anupama’s dress clinging to her curves. Nishit was leaning against the kitchen counter, pouring chai into two cups, his back to her. The muscles of his shoulders flexed beneath his thin cotton t-shirt as he worked, the fabric stretching taut over his frame.
Anushka’s gaze lingered on the way his jeans hugged his ass, the way his dark hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. She couldn’t help imagining him in bed with her sister, pounding her hard as she screamed in pleasure and begged for more.
She shook her head, trying to clear the filthy thoughts. She was tired and jet-lagged, that was all. Nishit soon arrived with the cups of tea and leftover breakfast set on a plate.
“Feeling better?” he asked, smiling at her warmly.
“Much,” she replied, taking the cup from him.
“Anu’s clothes fit you perfectly,” he said, his gaze lingering on the way the soft fabric hugged her body. “You look… beautiful.”
Anushka felt a flush creep up her neck. “Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip of the hot, spiced tea. The warmth spread through her, loosening the last of her tension. “This is really good.”
Nishit smiled, but there was something distant in his eyes, as if he were only half-present. “I should get back to painting,” he said, pushing away from the counter. “You must be exhausted. Get some rest.”
Making her way back to the guest room, she started unpacking, but soon gave up because she felt tired from the long journey. She lay in bed reading a book. She didn’t realize the passing of time till Nishit knocked on the door.
“I am ordering in food. Is Chinese ok?” Nishit asked, leaning against the doorframe of the guest room, his voice low and warm.
“Sounds perfect,” Anushka replied.
Over lunch, they talked about how the couple had met, how he had proposed. Anushka had only managed to return to India for a week for the wedding and this was the first time she was getting to know her brother in law. No wonder he hadn’t recognized her when he opened the door earlier.
The more they talked, the more Anushka felt her sister had got lucky marrying a hunk with such good looks and easy-going likeable personality. She couldn’t help repeatedly imagining their sex life —
how often did they do it? How long did he last? Could he do it more than once a day? How big was his cock? Did he manage to give her sister an orgasm during sex? Was he rough or gentle? Did he fuck her from behind, or did he like to be on top? Did he make her scream his name when he came? Did he like to suck her tits? Did he like to eat her pussy? Did he like to fuck her in the ass? Did he like to make her cum in his mouth?
She couldn’t help feeling aroused by these thoughts and was unconsciously imagining herself in bed with him instead of her sister.
Her thoughts were brought back to the present when her sister called. “Hey, Didi, how’s work?” Anushka asked, trying to sound casual, but her mind was still racing with forbidden fantasies.
“Exhausting,” Anupama sighed. “But I’ll try to head home tomorrow, if all goes well. If not, day after tomorrow for sure. Nishit taking care of you?”
Anushka glanced at the closed door of his studio, where he had retreated after dinner. “Yeah, he’s been great. Really nice guy.”
“Good,” Anupama said, her voice warm. “He’s a good man. I really got lucky in marriage. I’m glad you’re getting to know him. Just make sure you lock the guest bedroom door when you go to bed, ok?”
“Why Di? You don’t trust him?” Anushka asked.
“Nothing like that. I will tell you when I am back home. Don’t forget to lock the door ok?” Anupama said again before hanging up. Anushka frowned, puzzled by her sister’s insistence.
There was enough leftover from lunch and they finished it at dinner time. After dinner, Nishit said he had to get back to the painting, wished her good night and headed back to the master bedroom.
Anushka lingered in the living room for a while, scrolling through her phone, but the exhaustion of travel finally caught up with her. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, the soft fabric of her sister’s dress sliding against her skin.
“Hey Jeeju, mind if I grab one of Didi’s nighties before going to bed?” Anushka asked after knocking on the bedroom door and opening it.
“Help yourself,” he said without even turning around, totally lost in his painting.
She rummaged through the closet and picked out a sexy polka dotted negligee before saying good night and returning to the guest bedroom, locking the door and getting in bed.
Jetlag took over and she soon drifted off to sleep.
She woke up a few hours later, her bladder screaming for release. The house was silent, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator. She stumbled out of bed, her bare feet padding against the cold wooden floor. The negligee clung to her damp skin, the thin fabric doing little to hide the curves of her body, especially since she wasn’t wearing any bra or panties underneath.
She unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway. The master bedroom door was slightly ajar. She felt awkward about entering, but what choice did she have? The only toilet was through there and she needed to use it real bad.
She tiptoed into their bedroom. Thankfully, the night light gave enough illumination for her to find her way instead of stumbling in the dark. Nishit was fast asleep in bed and she tiptoed past the bed into the bathroom.
She relieved herself and flushed the toilet, cringing at the sound of the water, hoping it didn’t wake him up.
When she stepped out of the bathroom she gasped. Nishit was sleeping on his side, his face turned away from her. His naked butt was hanging outside the quilt that covered the lower half of his body. She noticed his discarded clothes next to the bed and stared shamelessly at his firm naked butt.
The soft light from the night lamp cast shadows across his muscular back, highlighting the curve of his ass. Anushka’s breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight. *Fuck, Didi sure is lucky* she thought
Reluctantly, she tiptoed out of the bedroom after feasting her eyes on his naked backside for a while and returned to the guest bedroom, locked the door and got in bed.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about her brother-in-law’s perfect ass. The way the muscles flexed beneath his skin, the way the moonlight had played across his bare back.
She felt a throbbing between her legs, a heat that spread through her body. She tried to ignore it, but the more she thought about him, the more her body betrayed her.
She had to get rid of the filthy thoughts going through her head. She looked at her watch. 12:30 am. That would be 7 am in Dublin. She decided to call her sister. Maybe hearing Anupama’s voice would snap her out of this. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed. It rang twice before her sister picked up.
“Anu? Everything okay? You not asleep yet? It’s way past midnight there isn’t it?” Anupama’s voice was thick with sleep, but concern edged her words.
“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” Anushka whispered, her voice shaky. “I just… couldn’t sleep. Probably jetlag.”
“Oh ok. How was the day? You got to know Nishit?”
Anushka’s fingers tightened around the phone. “Yeah, he’s been really nice. Showed me around, made me chai… ordered Chinese. He even showed me your clothes and stuff.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m wearing your polka dotted negligee right now. You really got lucky Di!”
“I know right? Not bad looking and he’s a beast in bed.” Anupama said conspiratorially.
“Really? I want all the details when you get back home. Every juicy tidbit.” Anushka said, teasing her sister.
“Sure, but you did lock the door didn’t you?” Anupama asked.
“Yes Di, I did, don’t worry,” she said reassuringly.
Just then, there were sounds from outside the bedroom. “Wait a sec Dee, there’s some noise outside…” she said setting the phone on the night stand and returning to the guest bedroom door. She never heard her sister asking her to wait and that it was probably her husband sleepwalking.
She opened the door a crack and peered outside and gasped. Nishit was walking around in the hallway stark naked with an enormous erection. Anushka’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of his thick cock jutting out proudly, the veins bulging along its length, the head swollen and flushed a deep, angry red.
His eyes half-lidded and glazed over, his movements slow and deliberate, clearly sleepwalking
“Oh my fucking god,” she ran back to the bed and picked up the phone from the night stand… forgetting to close the bedroom door behind her.
“Didi, I think Jeeju is sleepwalking,” she said into the phone, her voice all excited. “He’s… he’s walking around naked…with a hard-on. What the hell do I do?”
Anupama’s voice cursed in the phone, “I know, he’s a compulsive and extremely horny sleepwalker. That’s why I told you to lock the bedroom door. Anu, listen to me very carefully. Do NOT wake him up. Do you hear me? You should never wake a sleepwalker, it can kill him. Just… just stay in your room, and lock the door, ok?”
Anushka swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Too late Di, he just opened the door and walked in.” Anushka whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She could see Nishit’s massive cock swaying with each step, the thick shaft glistening slightly in the dim light. His eyes were glazed over, his lips parted in a slow, dreamy exhale. He was completely unaware of her presence, lost in whatever fantasy his subconscious was spinning, calling out to his wife, Anu, every now and then.
Anupama’s voice was sharp in her ear. “Anu, listen to me—do NOT wake him up. Just stay still, and he’ll go back to bed. I swear to God, if you wake him—”
“I think he’s looking for you Di… he keeps mumbling Anu in his sleep.” Anushka whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Oh god, he’s coming closer, asking why you aren’t in bed and if he did something wrong.”
“Listen to me Anu—do *not* touch him or let him touch you,” Anupama hissed through the phone, “just stay still. He’ll look around then head back to bed.”
“Di, he’s getting into the bed, patting it, looking for you. Fuck, Di, his cock’s enormous.” Anushka’s breath hitched as Nishit climbed onto the bed, his thick erection bobbing with every movement.
The sheer negligee clung to her body, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the way her nipples hardened, her skin flushed with heat. She could smell him—musky, warm, the scent of his skin filling the air. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her body betraying her with a throbbing ache between her legs.
“Anu, *do NOT touch him*,” Anupama’s voice was sharp through the phone, but Anushka barely heard her. Nishit’s hand reached out, fingers brushing against her ankle.
“Too late Di, he touched my ankle before I could pull my leg away. What should I do? Should I wake him?” Anushka whispered into the phone.
“FUCK!” Anupama cursed into the phone, “Anu, *do not wake him up… he can die*, Hopefully, he’ll fall asleep or go back to bed.”
But Nishit’s fingers were already trailing up her calf, his touch slow and deliberate. His face buried in her neck, showering her with wet kisses full of tongue, licking her all over her neck, mumbling…* Anu, I want you * over and over.
“Di, his hand is caressing the inside of my thighs and his tongue is all over my neck.” Anushka whispered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Anupama hissed through the phone. “Anu, *do not wake him up*—he could have a heart attack. Just… just stay still. Maybe he’ll stop.”
But Nishit’s fingers were already sliding higher inside the negligee and inching closer and closer to her pussy. A soft, desperate whimper escaped Anushka’s lips as he entered her with a finger, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
“Di, he’s touching me… there,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “He’s—oh god—he’s rubbing my clit, Di.”
And then she couldn’t speak for a long time as Nishit’s mouth found hers and his tongue entered her mouth.
His kiss was wet and sloppy, his tongue exploring her mouth like he was trying to devour her. His hand never stopped moving between her legs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over her clit, making her hips buck involuntarily. And then he entered her with a finger, even as his thumb continued to rub her clit.
She couldn’t help responding to his kiss. She sucked on his tongue and let him suck on hers, moaning in his mouth, tasting his saliva as his free hand cupped and squeezed her breast over the negligee.
“Fuck, Di,” Anushka gasped into the phone when he finally broke the kiss, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. “He just kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. He’s a terrific kisser Di… Oh fuck, his finger is moving in and out of my pussy, Di.” Anushka moaned softly into the phone, her voice trembling as she felt Nishit’s thick finger slide deeper inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming—wet, slick, and so fucking *good*. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her.
“Anu, please—just *stay still*,” Anupama begged, her voice tight with panic. “Don’t—*fuck*—don’t do anything to wake him up.”
But Anushka couldn’t help it. Her body was on fire, her hips lifting instinctively as Nishit’s finger curled inside her, stroking that perfect spot that made her toes curl.
“He slid the negligee off my shoulder and pulled out a breast. He’s is sucking my nipple Di. Fuck, I’m so wet. Fuck, he just bit my tit Di and his finger is doing a number on my pussy. Please Di, can I wake him? I think he wants to fuck me… I mean you… I mean… you know what I mean.”
Anushka’s voice was a breathless whimper, her body trembling as Nishit’s teeth grazed her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to her clit.
She could feel her pussy clenching around his finger, her arousal dripping down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Anupama’s voice was a desperate whisper through the phone. “Anu, no—*fuck*—you can’t wake him. He’ll have a heart attack. Just—*just let him do what he’s doing*. It’s not real. He’s not—*fuck*—he’s not doing it to *you*, he thinks it’s me.”
“He just stripped off your negligee Di. I am naked and his tongue is all over my body. He is taking turns sucking both my nipples, biting them too. And he’s finger fucking me like crazy…. Di, you still there?” Anushka whispered into the phone.
“I’m here Anu… fuck. I told you to lock the door, why couldn’t you just listen?” Anupama’s voice was a mix of frustration and fear through the phone. “You’re in so much trouble. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Anushka bit her lip as Nishit’s fingers traced the curve of her waist before spreading her legs wide. “Di, he’s licking me down my stomach, going lower and lower. I can’t stop him Di” she whispered, her voice trembling. “OH FUCKKKKK!”
“What happened Anu?” Anupama’s voice was frantic through the phone. “What did he do? Fuck, Anu, please tell me he didn’t—”
“He’s licking my pussy, Di,” Anushka gasped, her fingers tangling in Nishit’s dark hair as his tongue dragged through her wet folds. “Oh god, he’s eating me out like I’ve never been eaten before. His tongue is *fucking* me, Di. I can’t—oh fuck—”
Nishit’s mouth was a wet, hungry thing between her thighs, his tongue swirling around her clit before diving deep inside her.
Anushka’s back arched off the bed, her fingers tightening in his hair as she tried to keep her moans quiet. Anupama’s voice still frantic on the other end.
“Anu! *Anu!* What the *fuck* is happening?!”
“He’s eating me out and pinching my nipples, driving me wild. He keeps mumbling, Anu you taste so sweet into my pussy. Oh God, yes, yes, yes… I’m going to cum Di… I’m going to cum in Jeeju’s mouth Di.”
“He means me, not you Anu. He’s eating my pussy, not yours. Oh God, this is a fucking nightmare.”
Anushka was in erotic heaven, her body teetering on the brink of an orgasm.
“He asked me to cum in his mouth Di, I don’t think I can help it… oh fuckkkkk….Oh God yes, Jeeju, right there… don’t stop Jeeju, don’t stop…. aaaaaahhhhhh, I’m cumming Di….” Anushka’s voice broke into a choked, desperate whimper as her orgasm hit.
Nishit’s tongue pressed hard against her clit, his fingers digging into her thighs as he held her open for his mouth.
She was rocked by the most violent orgasm of her life and her pussy erupted, squirting in Nishit’s mouth.
He lapped it up greedily, his tongue swirling through her wetness as he growled into her flesh. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her open as he licked her clean, his tongue dragging through her folds with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Fuck, Di, he just gave me the most incredible squirting orgasm and drank every drop of my cum… he’s rubbing his cock against my pussy now Di” Anushka gasped into the phone, her voice trembling with aftershocks.
“It’s so big, Di. I can feel it pulsing against me. Aaaah… he’s inside me Di.” Anushka’s voice was a breathless, trembling whisper as she felt his thick throbbing cock penetrate and fill her like never before.
Anupama’s voice on the other end was a frantic hiss. “Anu, *no*—you can’t let him fuck you! He’s sleepwalking—he thinks you’re me—he doesn’t even know what he’s doing!”
“What should I do Di? How do I stop him? Wake him up? He’s moving in and out saying he wants to make a baby with me… you… his Anu. Tell me what to do Di. Jiju’s fucking me without a condom.” Anushka mumbled, her body moving in rhythm with Nishit as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her depths.
The thick, throbbing cock filled her completely, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her with a relentless rhythm.
“Di, I can feel Jeeju’s cock so deep inside me,” Anushka gasped into the phone, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and desperation. “he’s filling my pussy so completely Di… and it feels… *fuck*, it feels amazing.”
Nishit’s hips snapped forward, his cock driving into her with a force that made the bed creak beneath them. His hands gripped her waist, holding her in place as he fucked her with a primal intensity.
The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall with each deep, punishing stroke.
Anushka could feel his cock swelling inside her, stretching her to her limits, the thick veins dragging against her walls with every movement.
His balls slapped against her ass with a wet, rhythmic smack, the sound mixing with her breathless moans.
“Fuck, Di… I’m going to cum again, he’s fucking me so good, I can’t believe it.” she gasped into the phone, her voice trembling as she felt him hit a spot that made her vision blur.
“Oh fuck, Di—he’s hitting that spot—*right there*—oh god, I can’t—*fuck*—I’m gonna cum again Jeeju, don’t stop Jeeju, don’t stooooooop—”
Nishit’s cock was a relentless piston inside her, his hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep, punishing thrust.
His fingers dug into her hips, his breath hot against her neck as he growled, *”Anu… my Anu…”* over and over, his voice rough with sleep and lust.
Anushka’s back arched off the bed, her nails raking down his back as she felt another orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his thick cock.
“Oh *fuck*, Di—I am cummmmiinnngggggg— Aaaaah” she screamed into the phone as her body started shaking and her toes curled as her legs wrapped around him.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, her nails digging into his back as she came violently, her juices gushing out around his thick shaft.
Nishit groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt her tighten around him, unable to hold back any longer.
“Fuck—Anu—*fuck*—” he growled, his voice thick with sleep and lust, his cock swelling impossibly larger inside her. “I’m gonna—*fuck*—I’m gonna make us a baby—”
And then he was coming, his hips slamming forward as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her depths.
The thick, hot jets of cum filled her up, his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the sheets as he kept thrusting.
“Di… he just came inside me… I can feel his cum so deep inside me…and… and… he isn’t stopping… and he’s still hard… Di, he’s still fucking me.” she whispered into the phone, her voice trembling.
Anupama’s voice was laced with resignation, “he won’t stop Anu, he’s in a trance. He never stops till he cums at least three times. Just let him do what he wants, it’s not real. He won’t remember any of this in the morning.”
“Three times?” Anushka gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she felt Nishit’s cock, still rock hard despite the thick load he’d just pumped into her.
“I’m sorry Anu,” Anumapa said in a resigned voice in the phone, “he will eat and fuck your ass next before fucking your pussy again. That’s his sleepfucking pattern.”
“My ass? Noooo… I’ve never done anal before Di. Oh fuck.” The phone slipped out of her hands as Nishit pulled out and turned her on her belly. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he yanked her ass up into the air. The cool air brushed against her exposed, dripping pussy and the tight, untouched ring of her asshole.
“Fuck, Di, he’s pulling me up on all fours,” Anushka grabbed the phone off the bed and gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. “He’s… he’s kissing, licking and biting my butt cheeks, spreading my cheeks wide.” Anushka moaned into the phone, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. “Oh fuck, Di… he just spat on my asshole!”
The warm, wet sensation of Nishit’s saliva dripping down her crack made her shiver. His tongue followed, dragging a slow, deliberate path from the base of her spine down to the tight pucker of her asshole. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place.
“Di… he’s licking my asshole,” she gasped, her voice breaking as his tongue pressed against the tight ring of muscle. “Fuck, it feels so wrong but so good… his tongue just entered me….and he’s rubbing my clit with his fingers…fuck, it feels so good.”
Anushka’s voice was a trembling whisper, her fingers clutching the sheets as Nishit’s tongue pressed deeper, his saliva slicking the tight ring of her asshole. His fingers never stopped moving, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles, making her hips buck involuntarily.
“Anu, listen to me, it won’t hurt, I promise. He’s way too good and will make you enjoy it. I am so sorry this is happening Anu” Anupama’s voice was defeated and apologetic, but Anushka was in sexual heaven.
The sensation was overwhelming—his tongue swirling, probing, and then pushing inside her asshole, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before.
“Di… he’s fucking my ass with his tongue,” she gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets as Nishit’s tongue pressed deeper, his saliva slicking the tight ring of muscle. “Oh god, it feels so wrong but so good… I am going to cum again Di.”
Anupama’s voice was a mix of resignation and frustration. “I know, Anu. He’s done this to me a hundred times. Just let him do what he wants, and enjoy it if you can, Anu, I am so, so, so sorry.”
“Oh God Di…. he’s ready to fuck my ass. He’s rubbing his cock against my butt hole.” Anushka’s voice was a breathless whimper, her body trembling as she felt the thick, swollen head of his cock pressing against her tight, virgin asshole. “It’s so big, Di. I don’t know if I can take it.”
Nishit’s fingers dug into her hips, his breath hot against her back as he guided the thick, throbbing head of his cock against her asshole.
The pressure was intense, the stretch almost unbearable as he began to push inside.
Anushka gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she felt the thick head of his cock breach her tight ring of muscle.
The burn was immediate, intense, a sharp sting that made her whimper into the phone, *”Fuck, Di—it hurts—”*
“Breathe, Anu,” Anupama’s voice was steady but strained through the phone. “Just breathe through it. He’ll go slow—he always does. Trust me. It will soon start feeling good”
Nishit’s hands were firm on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held her in place. His cock was a thick, unyielding intrusion, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before. The burn was overwhelming, her asshole resisting the thick invasion, but his grip was unrelenting.
Nishit’s cock pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, the stretch so intense that Anushka’s breath hitched in her throat.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck—” she gasped, her voice trembling as she felt the thick head of his cock finally slip past the tight ring of muscle, burying itself inside her ass.
“Oh God—Di—it’s inside— and moving… he’s fucking my ass Di” Anushka whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets as the thick shaft filled her, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before.
Reaching around her, he started rubbing her clit again, moving in and out of her faster with each thrust.
The pain had given way to a deep, throbbing pleasure that made her toes curl. His cock was a thick, unyielding presence inside her, stretching her wide, filling her up in ways she’d never imagined possible.
“Fuck… Di, he’s fucking my ass… and it feels so good now. His fingers are rubbing my clit and his cock is so deep inside me,” Anushka moaned into the phone, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and pleasure.
The burn had faded, replaced by a deep, aching need that pulsed through her body.
Nishit’s cock was buried to the hilt inside her ass, his thick shaft stretching her in ways that made her whimper into the phone.
“Fuck, Di—it feels so fucking good,” Anushka gasped, her voice trembling as she felt his cock drag against the tight walls of her ass. “He’s fucking me so deep—oh god—his cock is so fucking big—”
Nishit’s hips snapped forward, his cock driving into her with a force that made the bed creak beneath them.
Five minutes later, he emptied his load in her ass, pulled out and entered her pussy again.
He was like a machine, fucking her with relentless energy. Anushka’s body was covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her face, her skin glistening under the dim light of the room. She was trembling, her pussy dripping with arousal and Nishit’s cum, her asshole burning from the rough fucking.
“Di, he creamed my ass and is fucking me… in my pussy again. He’s so hard still, I can’t believe it.” Anushka gasped into the phone, her voice trembling with exhaustion and pleasure.
Anupama sighed on the other end, “I know, Anu. He’s like a machine when he sleepwalks. He doesn’t stop until he’s had at least three releases. One night, he fucked me six times. I am so sorry this is happening to you, Anu.”
Anushka could barely respond as Nishit’s thick, veiny cock slammed into her pussy again, his hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm.
Anupama heard her sister tell her that her husband had creamed her pussy again before disconnecting the call, tears rolling down her eyes. Anushka was so lost that she never realized when the call disconnected.
She kept telling her sister what he was doing all night long as he fucked her an unbelievable eight times, creaming her pussy five times, ass twice and feeding her his load once.
She lost count of how many times she came as he fucked her in every position possible. She had never felt so used and abused in her life, but she loved every minute of it.
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow across the tangled sheets. Anushka lay sprawled across the bed, her body aching in the most delicious way, her skin still flushed from the night’s relentless pleasure. Nishit had finally drifted off to sleep, his limp cock still inside her.
Anushka lay beneath him, her body glistening with sweat, her thighs slick with their combined fluids. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air—musky, salty, and thick with the raw, animalistic heat of the night.
Her pussy throbbed, swollen and tender from the relentless fucking, her asshole still burning from the rough anal pounding. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her on the sheets.
And then he woke up, shocked to find himself in bed with her, his cock in her. He pulled out, his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto the sheets. He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock.
“What the fuck happened? Why am I here, why are you naked?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“You don’t remember?” Anushka whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming all night. .
Nishit stared at her, his eyes wide with confusion. “Remember what? I was in my studio last I recall. What the fuck is going on?” His voice was rough, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He looked down at his cock, still semi-hard, glistening with their combined fluids.
“You fucked me eight times in your sleep.” Anushka whispered, her voice trembling as she stared at Nishit’s shocked face.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight of her—naked, flushed, her thighs slick with his cum, her pussy swollen and gaping slightly from the relentless fucking she had endured all night.
His gaze dropped to the sheets beneath them, stained with their combined fluids—thick ropes of his cum, her own arousal, the evidence of their filthy night written in every crease of the fabric. He swallowed hard, his throat working as he tried to process what she was saying.
“Eight… times?” His voice was a rough whisper, disbelief etched into every line of his face. “Eight times? That’s impossible. I don’t even remember anything.”
Anushka sat up slowly, wincing as the movement sent a fresh wave of soreness through her well-used body. The sheets clung to her skin, damp with sweat and cum. She could feel his cum still warm inside her, dripping out of her swollen pussy and onto the sheets.
“Look at me, Jeeju,” she said, her voice low and husky, spreading her cum-filled pussy. “Look at what you did to me.”
He stared at the mess between her thighs — the glistening evidence of their night together.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, but his cock had other ideas as he stared at her cum filled pussy. “I didn’t mean to—” he started, but his voice trailed off as his gaze dropped to her swollen, glistening pussy. His cock twitched, already stirring back to life despite the sheer exhaustion of the night before.
Anushka watched as his thick shaft thickened and lengthened before her eyes, the veins bulging along its length as it rose from his lap. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of it—so fucking big, so fucking hard, and all for her.
“Don’t be sorry, I enjoyed it.” she whispered, her fingers tracing the curve of her own body, her nipples hardening under her touch.
“You really don’t remember how you fucked me? How you kept filling my ass and pussy full of cum…again and again. You also made me cum again and again. You made me squirt in your mouth a million times and drank my cum like it was the sweetest thing in the world. You don’t remember any of it?”
Nishit buried his head in his hands ashamed and embarrassed. “I don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember fucking you. I don’t remember making you cum. I don’t remember anything.” His voice was hoarse with shame. “Oh God, what have I done.”
Anushka watched him, her body still throbbing from the relentless fucking she had endured all night. She couldn’t help noticing how his cock was belying his apology, rock hard now.
She couldn’t resist. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat through the veins that throbbed along its length.
“I can show you,” she said starting to stroke him.
“What? No, what about Anu?” he said protesting, but didn’t pull his cock out of her hands. Instead he let her guide his cock to her mouth and start sucking it.
“I was talking with Di on the phone when you walked in and started fucking me. She knows everything you did all night,” she said taking his cock out of her mouth and guiding him to her opening. “She said you have fucked her in your sleep many times and knows you were imagining fucking her. She won’t be mad at you. She understands.”
“This is so wrong,” he said, even as he pushed his cock into her depths.
“I want to find out if you can fuck eight times while awake.” Anushka said closing her eyes as he started moving in and out of her.
“Didi already knows you fucked me in your sleep. She doesn’t have to know what you did while awake. Maybe you are still asleep and sleepwalking. Di said I should never wake a sleepwalker, so I won’t wake you, I promise.”
THE END
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