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AISHWARYA'S FAMILY: Bonds in flesh blood and lust
10-12-2012, 01:47 AM
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AISHWARYA'S FAMILY: Bonds in flesh blood and lust
[font=&quot]Aishwarya remembered it all like yesterday, her heart was thumping so loudly, Amisha was besides her chatting and chirping with her friends, she was also overjoyed. Everything was perfect her dress, her ornaments, everything, yet she felt as if something was missing, she felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering in her belly. How queer she felt as she put on that flower garland around his neck. Her entire being, she was going to dedicate to a man whom she haven’t known but for some months.[/font]
[font=&quot]Aishwarya sighed as she sat idly in her new home; no she wouldn’t call it a home, just a bungalow. Nine years passed since her marriage, she couldn’t remember a time when she was this disappointed in her life. Her life as a wife, as a women was not complete, not even by a far shot. Her husband didn’t even bother to throw at her a kind glance let alone a naughty one. It was the same ever since the first year of the marriage, the initial gardens of love she watered for her husband in her mind had now became a barren desert. Her will to make it bloom again only deepened the gulf between them. [/font]
[font=&quot]The incident flashed through her mind like a sudden flash, a sudden tear of anguish appeared in her eye suddenly. It was those days when she was trying to impress him with all her charms. She had worn a sexy teddy and gently nuzzled his ears from behind. [/font]
[font=&quot]“Stop being such a slut Aishwarya, you are embarrassing Me.” the words were accompanied by a glance that showed all the dread in the world. She herself felt like a whore for having done that for her hubby. This was just a beginning of such a thread of incidents, her need for love was being taken totally as her shameless craving of sex. She felt lucky and sad at the same time that they were having a child. The only reason the marriage still stood, at least on records.[/font]
[font=&quot]“Madam, can you please move,” Rambha’s sweet voice suddenly woke Aishwarya from the trance of her unforgettable and regretful memories. Aishwarya wiped her tears off and moved to another room, with a forced smile on her face. She moved to her bedroom, the mirror in the wall suddenly caught her attention. She hadn’t looked at herself for so long, her agonies kept her far from herself. [/font]
[font=&quot]At thirty three and as a mother of a 10 year old girl, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. There was an aura of sexiness around her that was a gift of her age. She remembered the sometimes jealous looks of mothers of other kids at her daughter’s school. She wasn’t someone to feel arrogant or proud for a reason that wasn’t completely because of her labor. She didn’t have a big pair of boobs or an extra large butt to boast about, but she had everything ample and in its most perfect form. Her orbs might not be big, but what she lacked in size she made up in shape. Her toned perfectly heart shaped butt added much charm to her figure. And to complete it all she had the face that made her look like a pure goddess.It was while she was enjoying herself at the mirror that she remembered about her FIL’s medicine. [/font]
[font=&quot]Chandrashekharan Nair wasn’t anything like her hubby, he was sweet, had that charming smile almost perpetually lingering on his lips and he was a real teaser. He was in his mid fifties but still a naughty old man. He was still a hit with the ladies. There would always be a small crowd around him whenever he is in public. He almost always commented about her beauty in front of his friends, when they went to parties and receptions together. He even made a cat call at her once, during a party as she emerged from a crowd. Oh god, how she blushed on his naughty gesture, all his friends and almost the whole crowd burst out in laughter. It would be him she would miss more than her husband if she had to ever get a divorce from her dull husband.[/font]
[font=&quot]She rushed to her father-in-law’s room with the medicines. The scene in front of her eyes mesmerized and shocked Aishwarya. Rambha was standing on all fours on the soft cozy mattress. Her body was glistening from the thin layer of perspiration on her flesh. She was just wearing her mangalyasutra and a silver hip lace, which lazily hugged her flaring hips. Her rump was just perfect, very much like that of an Arabian mare, so round, so soft and yet so firm. It stood defying all forces of gravity. Those creamy full bowls of meat on her chest hung down shyly. Their shape amazed Aishwarya, they looked like a pair of golden domes from a temple. She was panting heavily. [/font]
[font=&quot]Chandrashekhar stood behind her on his knees, his service in military still showed in his body. The well build ex NSG commando had a body that still the teen boys of the neighborhood yearned for. They kept pestering him for tips on body building and martial arts whenever he was outside. He wasn’t a huge man, but whatever he had on him was ripped to the core. Even at this age he had flab free and strong body with veins highlighting and taking your eyes to the point where your it should focus. [/font]
[font=&quot]His cock stood erect and proud, menacingly threatening everyone. He wasn’t circumcised. His schlong donned a nearly eight inches of thick pure male muscle. Two bulging veins ran from top to bottom of his wonderful log. More than the size what attracted her to it was its stubbornly erect nature. Aishwarya has never seen such a beautiful manhood in her entire life. It wasn’t the size; it never was, but the perfection of her FIL’s tool that she adored and yearned for. [/font]
[font=&quot]He was pumping into rambha’s wet womanly folds with the vigor of a stallion. Each of his thrust, was meticulously measured yet so artful. His thighs and butt pumped with each thrust, the huge muscles were making more and more marked contractions. He was like a tireless machine, pumping and thrusting without even a trace of fatigue. His strong arms held Rambha by her flaring hips and adjusted her body to take more and more of his virile manhood deeper into her love box.[/font]
[font=&quot]“Ooooooh, please sir, please let me cum,” Rambha cooed, with a desperation that was unknown to Aishwarya.[/font]
[font=&quot] “Please sir, I can't hold it back any longer.” Rambha was almost wailing with pleasure.[/font]
[font=&quot]“Oh, but you will, my dirty little slut.” Chandrashekhar replied in his deep baritone, mocking Rambha's urgent need for pleasures that she craved so much.[/font]
[font=&quot]Chandrashekhar's rough, strong hands gently kneaded Rambha's soft melons. He tweaked her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Rambha's desperate moans just kept multiplying the pleasures chandrashekhar was experiencing. It was as if he knew every weak spot on her body. With every touch on her glistening skin Rambha's moans became deeper. It was like his fingers left a burning trail of cold fire on her skin. She gasped like a fish out of water, struggling and writhing in ecstasy, like a sex crazed bitch. [/font]
[font=&quot] Rambha's wails kept on incresing in pitch and so did the intensity of chandrashekshar's pounding. Rambha arched her back, letting go every control she had over her body. Like a snake she undulated and fell flat on the bed, her head resting on the cozy feather pillow.[/font]

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10-12-2012, 01:47 AM
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[font=&quot]Both of them hadn't noticed Aishwarya's presence in the room, and she disappeared even before both of them could do so. The scene stirred the pent up sexual desires of Aishwarya in a way more than she could anticipate. She couldn't face her FIL after what she had seen. Chandrashekhar wondered why his bahu gave him the medicines with a blush on her face that was rarely seen on her face. [/font]
[font=&quot] Things went on normally in the house for everyone in the house after this incident, except for Aishwarya who was now finding it too difficult to control herself. She felt as if some one had awaken a sleeping insatiable whore inside her. After years Aishwarya was falling in love with herself, her beautiful fully blossomed body and her long hidden secret desires. But that was just the beautiful part of it for she didn't have anyone to share it with. All she could do was to satisfy herself with her old forbidden habits and so she did.[/font]
[font=&quot] A Shower became the most anticipated time in her life since her teens, she found her pleasures and fantasies unleashed behind the closed doors of her bathroom. The bathroom had a shower and a Jacuzzi in it. They were so arranged that you could take a shower standing inside the jacuzzi. Aishwarya loved to linger in her passions for an eternity, but the respectable neighbourhood lady didn't want to be caught red handed. This was the only thing limiting Aishwarya's horizon of self exploration. In her fantasies she elated herself as princess and queen and degraded herself as a cheap road side whore. She had no limits whatsoever in her dreams for fulfilling her carnal desires. [/font]
[font=&quot] It was on the day that Aishwarya's life was changed forever that this happened. Her desires were a bit too charged that day, wearing a pink chiffon saree that hugged her curves ever so lazily, she was going to the market by a public bus. It was one of her favorite sarees the blouse she chose was a matching pink coloured one, it was held at the back with strings leaving the exquisite creamy flesh of her back largely exposed. Aishwarya just loved the attention she was receiving at the market. Boys were running around to know what she wanted, she devastated them with an occasional smile. The dismay on their faces were evident when she walked away from them, and so was the envy burning green in the eyes of the ladies there. Teasing and pleasing she had a great time at the market. She shopped all evening till it was 8.[/font]
[font=&quot]She understood her mistake as she was returning home. There was enough crowd in the bus to put Kumbhmela to shame. She could barely squeeze herself into the deep uncompromising crowd. Luckily for her she had to get of only on the last stop. A push here and a pull there, led her into the middle of the crowd, it was so thick that she felt suffocated. She had a bag of vegetables and groceries in one hand and her other hand was trying to hold onto the hand strap dearly to keep her from falling. [/font]
[font=&quot] Aishwarya didn't notice it at first, a hand was lazily roaming over her saree clad butt. Her rump was not that huge or anything but it was so shapely, soft and firm. The perverted intentions of the exploring hand became more and more evident as time passed. Despite her best efforts the rolling and jerking movements of the bus put her in the perfect position for him to pamper. His boldness increased as the more people came into the bus in the next stop. Aishwarya prayed to god that this end soon. As if to validate the presence of the omnipotent the guys left at the next stop.[/font]
[font=&quot] But the devil had better plans with the darling. A man in his late fifties, his age emphasized by his grays, took over the position of the shabby scoundrel who was exploring her. He was a well dressed gentleman in his presence, but the moment Aishwarya met his eyes, she knew there was trouble was coming, deep trouble. [/font]
[font=&quot] The beginning was pretty much the same his hands roaming on her soft rump freely, his touches were so tickly, she wondered how his rough hand could be this gentle. He grazed over the lush valleys of her behind without even crumpling the soft chiffon which wrapped her exquisite asset. As time passed his touches changed in intensity in large circles the palm of his hand kneaded her soft flesh, squeezing and sampling every bit of it. His hands soon began to knead her full bowls of flesh, like a baker kneading dough, he mashed her flesh in his rough hands. The sudden flow of blood to her round butt made Aishwarya gasp in a strangely perverted pleasure. She looked at his face, she saw that triumphant smile on his face before she turned away in dismay.[/font]
[font=&quot] The crowd kept on pushing as time increased, Aishwarya desperately tried to free herself from the hold of the perverted bastard who was kneading her butt, but her efforts landed her right into his arms. He began the next phase of his work, his fingers traced erotic circles around her fleshy navel this time, while his other hand held her by the waist. He made sure he was holding the exposed flesh on her flaring hips as if he owned her, the confidence strangely reminded Aishwarya of her FIL. Images of her FIL flashed through her mind, she cursed herself for having those incestuous thoughts. But mind works in strange ways, the more you try to avoid something, the faster it pops up. Aishwarya was reeling with guilt and exaltation as she thought of her FIL and the rough hands of a complete stranger was exciting her to the core of her being. [/font]
[font=&quot] He moved around the lovely mother in his brutal grip his hands massaging and kneading her creamy belly. His fingers occasionally made a dive into the deep pit of her navel. The sudden explorations of his work hardened hands made Aishu gasp in pleasure. He was working hard to bring out the darker side of the lovely mother, to break the mare in his hands and show her his might. His erection was painfully hard. He grabbed Aishu by her hips and pulled her heart shaped nether to his erect dong. [/font]
[font=&quot] Placing his thick log between the round firm ass cheeks of Aishu, he began to move back and forth. The frantic pace he set was arousing Aishu like anything. His hands were now roaming freely all over her exposed flesh. She begged in the most pleading voice “ Please.” But even she didn't knew at this point what she was begging for. Her body was suffering from a sick pleasure. She was still confused if she wanted to be cured. His fingers etched erotic poems around her deep navel and his other hand took the buttery globes on her chest and was kneading them. His passion was driving him blind, he was squeezing her delicate assets with a conviction. The rubbing of his cock on her ass was making him pant like a dog. [/font]
[font=&quot] He took Aishu's hand and inserted into his pants. Aishwarya tried with all her might to free her hands, she gave her assaulter a glowing glare of contempt. It only helped to arouse his lust further. Aishwaryas hands now held his erect prick like velvet vice. He moved her hands up and down his hard shaft. It was just matter of seconds before the pervert let out covered up groan. Aishwarya's struggling hands helped him to cum harder than he had done ever came before. Her velvety hands were awarded with a huge load of sticky goo. She turned around and gave the man a dreaded look. But it had already gone too far and she was already in the thick of the act.[/font]
[font=&quot] The pervert had no intention of letting the damsel escape his vile plans. He noticed a boy standing besides him trying to get a feel of another girls ass. He smiled in the inside, he had found a perfect partner for his plan. He pulled the boy towards him, the boys questioning looks were answered by his nod in the direction of Aishu. The boy's face suddenly lit up seeing the epitome of womanly beauty, beautifully wrapped in a saree before him.[/font]
[font=&quot] Aishwarya just wanted to get out of the bus now. She was sobbing, she never expected somebody to behave so indecently towards her. Each time she looked at the mess in her hand she felt so dirty. She was trying to make a way out of the bus, though she was far from her destination. Aishwarya realized that she was being tugged into the crowd again, a fearsome chill ran down her spine as she felt being grabbed at her waist and pulled in to the crowd. With the next pull she was already swallowed by the crowd again. She boldly turned to slap the man who did this. But this time she almost lost her balance and fell on to his chest.[/font]
[font=&quot] Aishwarya was now in the most disadvantageous position, she could only keep her balance by holding onto the pervert's hands. Realizing the mistake she made Aishwarya begged the moster who held her.[/font]
[font=&quot]“Please, let me go Pleaseee.” the despair in her voice could have melted a rock. But the Old pervert held her firm.[/font]
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10-12-2012, 01:47 AM
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Both of them hadn't noticed Aishwarya's presence in the room, and she disappeared even before both of them could do so. The scene stirred the pent up sexual desires of Aishwarya in a way more than she could anticipate. She couldn't face her FIL after what she had seen. Chandrashekhar wondered why his bahu gave him the medicines with a blush on her face that was rarely seen on her face.
Things went on normally in the house for everyone in the house after this incident, except for Aishwarya who was now finding it too difficult to control herself. She felt as if someone had awakened a sleeping insatiable whore inside her. After years Aishwarya was falling in love with herself, her beautiful fully blossomed body and her long hidden secret desires. But that was just the beautiful part of it for she didn't have anyone to share it with. All she could do was to satisfy her needs with her old forbidden habits and so she did.
A Shower became the most anticipated time in her life since her teens; she found her pleasures and fantasies unleashed behind the closed doors of her bathroom. The bathroom had a shower and a Jacuzzi in it. They were so arranged that you could take a shower standing inside the jacuzzi. Aishwarya loved to linger in her passions for an eternity, but the respectable neighbourhood lady didn't want to be caught red handed. This was the only thing limiting Aishwarya's horizon of self exploration. In her fantasies she elated herself as princess and queen and degraded herself as a cheap road side whore. She had no limits whatsoever in her dreams for fulfilling her carnal desires.
It was on the day that Aishwarya's life was changed forever that this happened. Her desires were a bit too charged that day, wearing a pink chiffon saree that hugged her curves ever so lazily, she was going to the market by a public bus. It was one of her favorite sarees the blouse she chose was a matching pink coloured one, it was held at the back with strings leaving the exquisite creamy flesh of her back largely exposed. Aishwarya just loved the attention she was receiving at the market. Boys were running around to know what she wanted; she devastated them with an occasional smile. The dismay on their faces was evident when she walked away from them, and so was the envy burning green in the eyes of the ladies there. Teasing and pleasing, she had a great time at the market. She shopped all evening till it was 8.
She understood her mistake as she was returning home. There were enough crowds in the bus to put Kumbhmela to shame. She could barely squeeze herself into the deep uncompromising crowd. Luckily for her she had to get of only on the last stop. A push here and a pull there, led her into the middle of the crowd, it was so thick that she felt suffocated. She had a bag of vegetables and groceries in one hand and her other hand was trying to hold onto the hand strap dearly to keep her from falling.
Aishwarya didn't notice it at first; a hand was lazily roaming over her saree clad butt. Her rump was not that huge or anything but it was so shapely, soft and firm. The perverted intentions of the exploring hand became more and more evident as time passed. Despite her best efforts the rolling and jerking movements of the bus put her in the perfect position for him to pamper. His boldness increased as the more people came into the bus in the next stop. Aishwarya prayed to god that this end soon. As if to validate the presence of the omnipotent the guys left at the next stop.
But the devil had better plans with the darling. A man in his late fifties, his age emphasized by his grays, took over the position of the shabby scoundrel who was exploring her. He was a well dressed gentleman in his presence, but the moment Aishwarya met his eyes, she knew there was trouble was coming, deep trouble.
The beginning was pretty much the same his hands roaming on her soft rump freely, his touches were so tickly, she wondered how his rough hand could be this gentle. He grazed over the lush valleys of her behind without even crumpling the soft chiffon which wrapped her exquisite asset. As time passed his touches changed in intensity in large circles the palm of his hand kneaded her soft flesh, squeezing and sampling every bit of it. His hands soon began to knead her full bowls of flesh, like a baker kneading dough; he mashed her flesh in his rough hands. The sudden flow of blood to her round butt made her gasp in a strangely perverted pleasure. She looked at his face; she saw that triumphant smile on his face before she turned away in dismay.
The crowd kept on pushing as time increased, Aishwarya desperately tried to free herself from the hold of the perverted bastard who was kneading her butt, but her efforts landed her right into his arms. He began the next phase of his work; his fingers traced erotic circles around her fleshy navel this time, while his other hand held her by the waist. He made sure he was holding the exposed flesh on her flaring hips as if he owned her, the confidence strangely reminded Aishwarya of her FIL. Images of her FIL flashed through her mind, she cursed herself for having those incestuous thoughts. But mind works in strange ways; the more you try to avoid something, the faster it pops up. Aishwarya was reeling with guilt and exaltation as she thought of her FIL and the rough hands of a complete stranger was exciting her to the core of her being.
He moved around the lovely mother in his brutal grip his hands massaging and kneading her creamy belly. His fingers occasionally made a dive into the deep pit of her navel. The sudden explorations of his work hardened hands made Aishu gasp in pleasure. He was working hard to bring out the darker side of the lovely mother, to break the mare in his hands and show her his might. His erection was painfully hard. He grabbed Aishu by her hips and pulled her heart shaped nether to his erect dong.
Placing his thick log between the round firm ass cheeks of Aishu, he began to move back and forth. The frantic pace he set was arousing Aishu like anything. His hands were now roaming freely all over her exposed flesh. She begged in the most pleading voice “Please.” But even she didn't know at this point what she was begging for. Her body was suffering from a sick pleasure. She was still confused if she wanted to be cured. His fingers etched erotic poems around her deep navel and his other hand took the buttery globes on her chest and was kneading them. His passion was driving him blind; he was squeezing her delicate assets with a conviction. The rubbing of his cock on her ass was making him pant like a dog.
He took Aishu's hand and inserted into his pants. Aishwarya tried with all her might to free her hands, she gave her assaulter a glowing glare of contempt. It only helped to arouse his lust further. Aishwarya’s hands now held his erect prick like velvet vice. He moved her hands up and down his hard shaft. It was just matter of seconds before the pervert let out covered up groan. Aishwarya's struggling hands helped him to cum harder than he had done ever came before. Her velvety hands were awarded with a huge load of sticky goo. She turned around and gave the man a dreaded look. But it had already gone too far and she was already in the thick of the act.
The pervert had no intention of letting the damsel escape his vile plans. He noticed a boy standing beside him trying to get a feel of another girls ass. He smiled in the inside; he had found a perfect partner for his plan. He pulled the boy towards him; the boys questioning looks were answered by his nod in the direction of Aishu. The boy's face suddenly lit up seeing the epitome of womanly beauty, beautifully wrapped in a saree before him.
Aishwarya just wanted to get out of the bus now. She was sobbing, she never expected somebody to behave so indecently towards her. Each time she looked at the mess in her hand she felt so dirty. She was trying to make a way out of the bus, though she was far from her destination. Aishwarya realized that she was being tugged into the crowd again; a fearsome chill ran down her spine as she felt being grabbed at her waist and pulled in to the crowd. With the next pull she was already swallowed by the crowd again. She boldly turned to slap the man who did this. But this time she almost lost her balance and fell on to his chest.
Aishwarya was now in the most disadvantageous position; she could only keep her balance by holding onto the pervert's hands. Realizing the mistake she made Aishwarya begged the moster who held her.


“Please, let me go Pleaseee.” the despair in her voice could have melted a rock. But the Old pervert held her firm.
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The plot in the perverts mind was too dirty; he had imagined and planned a complete degradation of Aishwarya in his mind. He pushed the boy to Aishwarya’s front, the boy was now standing right between her sculpted long legs. He grabbed her soft boobs and began to play with it. It was the first time the boy was getting to do something so bold in a bus. He was on cloud nine; never in his dreams had he imagined that he would be able to lay his hands on such a beautiful lady. He was feverish in his actions. He squeezed and groped her turgid globes like a mad man. The boy couldn’t hold back any longer, he bent down to suck on Aishu’s sweet boobs. The old pervert had better ideas; he stopped the boy and asked in a wicked, naughty tone,
“Why don’t you lick something tastier?” Aishwarya immediately knew what he meant.
“Noooooooo,” she screamed. Her fear was evident in her voice.
Aishwarya broke into tears as she saw what the boy was doing. He dropped a coin to the floor and was bending down as if to get it. Both she and the boy knew very well, what was the real intention behind this. Aishwarya struggled in her limited freedom, her arms trying in the best possible way to stop the boy. He sat down and began to raise the hem of her saree. The smooth soft textile crumpled up in his hands, revealing her glossy sculpted legs. The pervert aided the boy’s actions by a little help from the rear. To her profound shame Aishwarya stood there revealing her silky smooth thighs to the unhindered view of the crowd. To further add to her embarrassment Aishwarya’s syrupy juices were percolating down her thighs like a pearly stream.
The boy was overjoyed, he revealed whatever cover the saree provided to Aish’s modesty, crumbling her pride along with it. With the greed of a hungry wolf, the boy leaped into her damp crotch. His eager mouth was welded onto her dripping mushy panties. The sweet gingery taste the boy’s tongue felt was more succulent than anything he had tasted ever before. He yanked her laced white cotton panties to one side and began laboriously licking her sweet folds.
Aishu was weeping, never had she been put through such a test ever before, in her whole life. She was humbled to her very existence; the shame of being enjoyed in a public bus was horrible. It was far worse than her worst nightmares coming true. To add to it the fear of being seen by anymore in the bus just devastated her.
Like a satin sword the boy’s tongue slashed into her moist crevice, making her bleed in disgusting pleasure. The whole event was arousing eclectic sensations in her body. Her pure self wanted to run away from all this chaos to the safe confines of her home, but there was this other self she met during her fantasies, that wanted all these crudeness to never stop. The boys tongue was confused and inexperienced, but he made it up with his greed for the beauty’s womanly juices.
To complicate things further, the pervert had other plans. He took the palm of her pliant hand and wiped away the gooey gift he had given her. He was nudging her panties down; shocked Aishwarya struggled with all her might. To her despair the only gain Aishu had was the added attention of another guy. The pervert was more than hospitable for excess company. The new comer to the scene was a young man in his thirties, his attires showed him to be of a white collared profession, but his eyes betrayed the obnoxious self he was hiding under his sleeve. He grabbed Aishu’s hands and guided it to his semi erect rod. It was pulsing and throbbing like it needed an urgent release. Aishu didn’t dare struggle anymore; she had lost all rays of hope and was playing along with bunch of dirty minded assaulters. Even the very combination of them shamed Aishu further; it was as if she was becoming a receptive whore for men of all ages, a man who was old enough to be her father, a man of her husband’s age, and a school boy who was having his debut on her virtuous pussy.
The boy was becoming successful in raising her heat, to her utter dismay she found herself gyrating her hips to the manic tune the boy’s tongue was playing with her moist slit. The wild moist invader was turning her slippery cunt into a dewy kiln, the flames of passion from which was burning her aroused body ever so slowly.
The boy suddenly rose up and looked around, realizing that he was way past his destination he left the bunch, disheartened. Just when Aishu was breathing a sigh of relief, she understood that she was diving into plumb less trouble again. Facing her with a grin was a dark, big, fat lady. Her clothes showed that she was a bhai. The smirk on her face told Aishwarya even more of her intentions.
Without even giving Aishu’s saree a gap to fall into place, the lady sprung into action. This time Aishwarya was facing her worst demons. The bhai’s tongue was experienced, outright demanding and even more perverted. With cunning strokes of her slithering, moist, tongue she was milking Aishu’s cunt like an artistic machine. The duality of her tongue awed Aishu, it was so mechanical and untiring yet so diabolic and serpentine.
She sliced through right from Aishu’s dirty brown pucker, to her love pearl. Aishu shivered in exaltation from the moment the bhai’s voracious mouth made contact with her dripping pleats. Beads of juices were forming from inside her sweet slit; the bhai’s face was buried deep into her sweet crevice, the tip of her nose rubbing Aishu’s aroused clitty. Aishu’s clit throbbed with an intensity she had never known before, without even her realizing it she let out a deep guttural moan as she pushed the bhai’s head deeper into her pussy. Bhai’s tongue worked on her lips first, gently sucking them in and lashing with her tongue. Aishu’s lips couldn’t be puffier; those long, perfectly symmetrical, curved lips were now red and turgid like a tomato. Her demanding tongue probed deeper and deeper into her cunt like a serpentine drill. Her mouth lapped up whatever juices Aishu had to offer, without even showing a hint of fatigue, the expert assault on the quiescent beauty continued.
The old pervert had by now successfully removed Aishu’s panties. He with a wicked smile on his face was lubing up Aishu’s tight virgin pucker with his own sticky goo. The invading fingers made Aishu’s stomach churn with disgust. He was gentle and unyielding in his attempt. He was soon receiving a helping hand from the bhai, she was squeezing her fingers into Aishu’s tight sphincter. The block offered by her tight tunnel waned of, in front of the demanding combination of perverted fingers. It was by this time the other guy had came on Aishu’s delicate hands. The bhai made sure Aishu’s hands milked the raging cock completely. To Aishu’s skin creeped as she understood she was using it to lube her ass up further and deeper.
The bhai soon found a more inventive way of invading Aishu’s virgin tunnel. The pervert too accepted it with overwhelming joy, Aishwarya could only gasp and beg in fear as she saw what was coming.
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RE: AISHWARYA'S FAMILY: Bonds in flesh blood and lust
The bhai showed a thick green cucumber form her grocery bag, still unsatisfied she was searching for something. There was a new gleam on her face, she took out a packet of butter Aishu had brought. The butter was in a semi-melt condition, because of the heated atmosphere in the bus. The bhai's crafty fingers took a good bulk of the butter, and smeared it on her crafty fingers, another lot of it she was smearing all over the thick green cucumber, in a gross and heavy coat.

“Please, not that big, I haven't taken anything there,”Aishwarya wailed, turning her head from side to side.

“Now, dear, There is a first time for everything, right.” the mockery was really evident in his tone.
Aishwarya's pleas for mercy not only fell on deaf ears but on four ears that that were actually turned on to hear them. The bhai was waiting for an opportunity, to vent out her frustrations at a pretty financially well woman. With an artifice that would put an artist to shame, the bhai's buttered fingers began exploring into Aishu's darkest secret. The fresh coat of butter was adding more mileage to her non-compliant thrusts, her fingers were stretching and spreading Aishu's nether hole like an overstretched rubber band. Grunting and groaning like a pig, Aishu troubled to make way for the uncompromising invasion into her dirty brown chute. With a disgusting awe she realised that she was taking in three podgy fingers upto its knuckles into her tight shitter.
The insertion was gradual and unhurried; the cucumber was being pushed into her anus like a slow moving rigid worm. The full sensations made Aishu pout her lips in sensation. The rim of sphincter was working hard to evade from the terrible invasion. Whenever Aishu's annual walls gave a sign of resistance, the bhai ceased her invasion and twisted the huge vegetable like a drill. The sensations of relentless drilling and invasion was all, too alien for Aishwarya's virgin tunnel. By the time the cucumber stretched her to a new limit, Aishu was struggling hard not to puke. There was a huge blazing fire in her anus, a totally alien, gargantuan invader was violating her where she was never touched before. The bhai continued the invasion slowly till Aishu's initial resistance waned off, and was replaced by her indignant moans.
The pervert who remained inactive for sometime wanted a share of the fun too. He took over the cucumber from the cruelly expert hands of bhai. With his brutal power and muscle, he began to stab the stubborn vegetable into Aishu's delicate ass as fast as he could. The bhai gently parted Aishu's legs and raised her onto her shoulders. Aishu was now sitting on the bhai's shoulders with her legs amiably wide; her exposed ass was brutally sodomized by the pervert with a fat cucumber.
The pervert fucked Aishu’s anus like a machine. She felt as if she was sodomized by a train. As the stream of time passed, her endurance to the unhindered invasion of her rump alleviated the control of her body on her dirty sphincter. The brown chute now produced noises that were too humiliating. ‘Slock, slock, slock’ the sounds were repeating with verifying frequency as the violation of her once virgin rear, continued unabated. The matters were made worse as she felt it hard to control her bowels. It had been so long she felt as if a huge turd was invading her so violently, all to be replaced by a sudden vacuum. The sore feeling of being invaded and the perfectly contradicting feeling of being so empty, alternated her sensations and confused her mind. The electric prickly sensation she felt during the vacuum was way above the tolerance of her mellow cavity.
Meanwhile, the bhai’s tongue was carving away her pussy with a rare skill. Her tongue was cunning and crude, a deadly combination that viciously attacked the most sensitive spots in Aishu’s pussy. Her moans were becoming more difficult to control as her pulpy dewy lips were parted wide and the bhai dived so deep into her muff. Her sweet muffin tasted like seasoned, old, gingery ale. The fragrance which arose from the heated haven made bhai’s head intoxicated. Like a sex crazed monster she drank from the evergreen fountain of Aishu’s womanhood. She slowly moved to Aishu’s clit, whipping the nerve bundle hard with her soft tongue. Aishu’s pleasures knew no bounds; she leaped on the fat shoulders of the bhai, as if she wanted to bury the organ that was giving her this divine pleasure, her pussy trying gulping down the delicate tongue that assaulted it. Bhai gently sucked in her clit and hummed, the vibrations of her thick, soft lips was shooting sensations from aishu’s pussy and radiated towards the whole of her body. The bhai finally struck chord with the rhythm of the cucumber that violated Aishu’s pussy.
The cucumber in Aishu’s ass was removed with a loud sucking noise. The pervert pushed in his pulsing hard rod into her gaping chute, slightly filling the vacuum formed so suddenly. Aishu’s ass felt electric as it contracted ever so slowly and touched the hot, throbbing manhood inside her vile canal. The pervert and the bhai worked in perfect sync, destroying Aishu’s last barrier of hope.
Aishu had lost sense of everything, her surroundings, space time all seemed so void. She was being flooded with sensations from every inch of her body, her whole body felt like an exposed nerve sparking up poignant, violent signals. Her whole body had never felt so raw before, nor had it felt this alive, ever. The world seemed to melt before her eyes as she first lost control over her bowels, letting out a much hidden wet, loud fart. The muscles relaxed now giving way to the most violent orgasm Aishu ever had in her life. She came like an express train; the waves that were cruelly hitting her ravished body, never seemd to end. Aishu was twisting and writhing in the throes of her first orgasm, but the relentless pair of tongue and cock brought her to a second one. Aishu couldn’t hold back herself any longer as she screamed at the top of her lungs. The perverts cock came in thick ropy streams of viscous slime. The sensation of being filled up in her colon with the dirty juices aggravated aishu’s orgasm further, to further consolidate her miseries, the bhais tongue worked with a renewed vigor. The next orgasm hit Aishu like a hurricane, she barely had any idea how dirty she moaned or blabbered. All that mattered to her was now the flame inside her love box that seemed to burn her whole self with raw passions. Her pussy came in copious amounts of her gingery ale, as if it was trying hard to douse the fire inside her delicate folds.
As the waves gently waned off, Aishu opened her eyes, only to face a huge crowd leering at her with lustful eyes. The pervert and bhai smiled triumphantly, he had indeed made her degradation complete and she was successful in showing another well to do bitch her true self. Aishu was weeping in shame as she rushed out of the bus. A lot of hands paid tribute to the newly discovered slut, as she got out. She didn’t care; she was too ashamed to look anyone in the eye or to mutter a word. She wasn’t even having the courage to go to hire an auto. With an embarrassingly wide gait, she sobbed and walked home, trying hard to control her agony.
She kept the grocery bag on the kitchen table and quickly went for a shower. She fought back her tears somehow to finally go to the kitchen. On reaching the kitchen she found Chandrashekhar, her FIL inspecting the bag. He raised his head from the bag and said in a slightly scolding tone
“You forgot the cucumber and butter,” he was looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes, as if he was talking to an 8 year old girl.
Aishu burst into tears, as the entire episode came flooding back to her. Chandrashekhar tried his best to console his lovely bahu. She hugged him and cried like a baby, hiding her face away from everything, taking shelter in his broad chest. Little did he know, he was consoling her with the wrong words.
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