Hello friends, this is Praveen again. A story, actually, from one of my chat friends on Telegram. I have just made her description into a story. Her name is Geetha, and she is a married woman. But she had a wonderful sex with her brother, which made her look at things differently from then on.
Geetha’s narration
The words that I said to him gave a spark inside me as well as him. He stood up and held both his hands on his hips to his side. He was taunting his erect dick in front of me. I could understand that all his blood flow was directed to his dick. It was pulsating inside his clothes. I could see it acting like a caged monster.
Slowly, he bent down and picked me up, asking me to stand. I got up, and he carried me up in his arms and walked straight to my bedroom. He dropped me right behind the door and started to kiss me, forcing my back against the wall. His one hand latched the door.
The other was holding my hips after placing both my hands over his shoulders.
Once he had both his hands on me, he started to pick me up by my hips. He was sucking my lips and tongue, alternatively breaking my moans inside his mouth. I was so excited.
He was so skilled that only his hands and his lips were touching my body. I was aching to feel his full body press me over and consume me. He was smiling, kissing, and sucking my lips. It was so romantic, and I guess every woman needs a lover like him. I was raising my body to feel him all over me.
He was so composed that he did not move and was focused on my lips. He was feeling every nuke and corner inside my mouth. All of a sudden, he left my hips, grabbed my arm, brought it up above my head, and held it there. He came in closer, pressing me to the comfort between the wall and him.
He left my lips free and with the sudden crush of his body over me. I left a moan and turned to the side, letting my neck exposed to him. My brother, with a smile, started to suck my neck. He leaves a wet kiss every time at the end of his sucking, which made me shiver.
It was so sensitive that I was wriggling like prey caught between his lips with full force. He was so aware of how I would react to his moves. He carried me without letting me enjoy that feeling and threw me over the bed. He stood there staring at me with both hands on his hips.
He was smiling and standing there. I asked what happened, and he just winked at me to come closer. I rolled over the bed and came near him with my tummy down, still lying, and only my head raised to his hips. He slightly adjusted my height to the place straight to his dick and asked me to close my eyes.
With a naughty grin, I closed my eyes. My hands were supporting me to be in that position from the bed. I was dressed, he was half dressed, and my excitement was boiling up. My eyes were closed, but I could sense all his movements.
He first gave a stern look over my body lying on the bed, my hair all spread over my back. My legs were crossed one over the other, my saree was slightly up till my knees were crushed. In contrast, my ass was like a bubble ball jiggling and moving in tandem with my body.
My back inclined like a slide for kids from head to hips. He left out an aww and removed his tracks. First, he left it at the bottom, and now came a bit closer to me and lowered himself a bit so that my nose could smell his dick. All the precum had a pungent smell.
When he noticed me enjoying in anticipation, he pulled out to the original state and removed his boxers. He stepped in a few more and stood with just a hairline gap between my lips and his dick tip. Slowly, he asked me to open my eyes. Oh, a shock left me.
I gasped for air, brought my body to a sitting position and came near his dick. It was throbbing and pulsating hard and long. My mouth was open in excitement, and he held my head. He brought his dick near my lips and ran an outline with his dick and left it at the centre. I slowly kissed it and started to lick it.
His hand left my head and travelled down. It slid its way over my ears, neck and shoulder and flipped my blouse at the point where it’s pinned to the saree. With one hand, he removed the pin. Due to my leaning forward to suck him, the saree pallu fell. My heaving boobs were visible to him.
He folded both hands and stood like a proud man. He was observing me, gulping, licking, and swallowing his dick, my brother’s dick. Observing my movements and matching my timing to sucking his dick. He just leapt forward, making it go full down to my throat.
He was not fucking my mouth, just came closer, yet he matched my movements, so his dick went deep inside my mouth to hit my throat. He moved like this a few times. Now he was so close to me, which almost made me sit straight.
I thought he would stop there, but he was again matching my moves and was pushing more. I lost my balance and put both my hands behind my back to support myself from falling. He held my shoulders from both sides. He released my blouse and bra straps from my shoulder and pushed me back.
He walked over the bed and knelt right by my face and pooped his dick again inside my mouth. Once his dick was inside my mouth, he slid his hands from above inside the blouse and started to knead my boobs and feel them. I was mourning with his dick inside my mouth.
He slowly squeezed my boobs, making them grow big. My nipples were so hard, as if all the blood was pushed to the nipples due to the hard squeeze over my boobs. He was so brilliant in varying the pressure and making me go excited. He removed his dick from my mouth and got off me.
He asked me to get up from bed and get down. I was so excited and did just as he asked. He lay flat on the bed, facing up. He asked me to climb up and sit over his face with the saree and all the clothes just covering him. I was wondering what this was, and I did as he said.
I have enjoyed my husband sucking my pussy, but this was different. I slowly positioned myself. He grabbed my ass along with my hips and adjusted slightly, and brought me lower and positioned me right above his lips. His tongue reached out and flicked over my clit.
Oh, it was so good. I tried to jump up, but he held me so strongly. I started crying out in excitement, my body became so excited, my legs wanted to swing free, but could not. My hands were gripping my hair and groaning at the way he treated my pussy.
I finally took control and started to move my hips to feel his tongue inside my pussy. I got rid of my blouse and bra and threw them in the air, never mind where they went. My saree was spread all over the bed, it’s completely loose and just clinging to my body over a pin.
He was flicking his tongue nonstop inside my pussy, which made me cum like never before. My body was completely spent. I just fell back over him, feeling the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. I was enjoying the view of cum leaking from my pussy.
A few minutes passed by, and he rolled me over and got out of bed. I was wondering where he was leaving. He walked out the door and returned after a few minutes with two glasses in his hand. He offered me one, I looked into it and found out that it was some chocolate milk.
I drank it without any complaints; it was tasty. He came and sat beside me, clearing all the hair from my face. He was kneading my body and face with his strong fingers. It was so romantic. He kissed me occasionally here and there and spoke to me. “How are you now? You seemed to be completely spent.”
It was the best day of my life. I have never had a mix of emotions in a single day. After all, being intimate is a lovely thing. I asked him how many women he had had sex with, and he replied only his ex and me. I was so happy I pulled him, kissed him, and dragged my body to him.
I threw one leg over him, claiming him. We kissed lightly, his hands were still caressing me, pinching me, feeling me, making me warm. He left my lips and started to kiss my cheek, ear, neck and trailed down to my shoulders and to my boobs. I started to feel excited again about his kisses.
I could still feel his dick hard and throbbing and slapping me here and there over my body as he moved. I grabbed his dick and began to run my fingers over his length. It was thick and long, it was of a perfect shape, like a thick bulb at the front, and a long, steady support, then a flat base extending to his balls.
He was teasing me with his kisses all over my boobs, shoulders, and sometimes my armpit, which made me tickle. I moved my leg and pushed him aside, got over my knee, and got rid of my saree and petticoat. He rose to me from the bed, caught my boobs, and continued sucking them.
I could not hold long in that position, for he was charging over my boobs. He was sucking so fiercely, I was about to fall back. He held me by hugging my hips, and with his other hand, he was splitting my pussy lips and making it wet and ready. I understood what he was planning to do next.
The idea of my brother’s dick going to split my pussy drove me mad. His tongue was repeating the same magic from the train. He parted my legs and touched his dick to my pussy, and was rubbing it over my pussy. I was moaning so hard my pussy started to leak more. He was teasing me more and more.
I grabbed his head and pulled up and kissed him wildly and started to move my hips to get his dick inside me. My pussy was aching to feel his dick inside me; it’s high time I feel it inside. I see he was still not in the mood to take me in. I pushed him back, forcing him to fall over the bed.
I jumped over him and positioned my pussy over his dick. Right when I was about to enter him, he grabbed my hip and rolled me over and came over me. With a laugh, he asked me, “Do you see why she left me?”
I got angry and slapped him on his cheeks. “Never speak to me about that bitch again. You remove her from your life. Until you find another woman, I am here to fulfil all your needs. What will you do from now on?” I asked him in a very stern voice.
He positioned himself so that I split my legs even more and thrusted his dick inside me without uttering a word. I was screaming, “Yes, yes, that’s how it feels, ha, finally, so good, thrust me more, tear my pussy.” I was screaming at his thrust. It was so awesome.
Nothing other than the feel of his dick splitting my pussy was on my mind. He set his dick to some point and returned it. It felt like my pussy was drawing back to his dick, flaccid and wet.
“Ah, fuck me fuck me hard and long with that steady dick of yours. Fuck me whenever you feel like having a woman with you. It’s making me feel so good. He started moving his dick in and out, gaining momentum, and each thrust going deeper.
He finally pushed his full length in and came over to me, caught my cheeks along with my ears, and kissed me deeply. I could feel his dick pulsating inside my pussy as he was kissing me. He finished the kiss and asked me, “Do you know why she called me a monster in bed?”
I again slapped him hard. He grabbed both my hands and started to move his dick inside me. He was moving in rhythm, and he was pulling all his length back and ramming me again hard. My pussy was like an open tap, lubricating him to fuck me.
He held me tight, and his movements became fast. He was pumping his long dick like a machine. I was screaming, muffing, biting my lips. I could not control myself. The pleasure I received from him was so immense. Suddenly, he stopped and brought both my legs over his shoulder.
He held them in unison and began to ram again. It was so fucking awesome, I was enjoying his dick and his speed, he varied my legs, turned me, twisted me, rolled me, and found new positions. I was totally blank; my body moved as per his needs.
All that I could recognise was his dick moving inside my pussy. I lost track of everything around me, completely caught in the web of dick thrusting in me.
I could not differentiate pleasure from pain. His dick was non-stop. He was fucking me with full force.
I could not see signs of him cumming. His stamina was so intense. Now I began to imagine. A woman like me, who had delivered two children and was active in sex, could not recognise anything. No idea of where I am being fucked, in what position I am in, how long this has been going on – nothing.
It’s just the sounds of sex echoing inside the room and the feel of his dick trying to find more and more room inside my pussy. Oh, he is a monster. I grabbed all my strength and looked at his face. He was fucking me like there was no tomorrow.
When I saw my eyes fixed on me, he had a weird smile. I rolled myself over him, placed my pussy over his dick and started to ram myself from the bottom.
He was fucking me harder this time. I could hear him grunt and make noises each time his base hit my pussy.
I somehow gathered my senses. I, too, started moaning and kissing him, making him aroused and letting him finish sooner. He caught my face and asked me Are you ready for the final run. I wanted him to cum inside me, and he held my hips so hard and started ramming me so fast.
It was so hardcore. I was shouting, my body was claiming for life. He was sucking all life from me. It was so fierce. Finally, he shot out, holding his hips high above in the air, pressing deep inside my pussy. Oh my god, he came like a spray gun, pumping his cum again and again.
I was enjoying the feel of my pussy getting filled. Slowly, he dropped down, and I lay over him. I guess you people might have enjoyed reading my life experience.
It was the first experience outside marriage. My brother stayed with me for two more years until he found a job in Dubai. We became so close that we enjoyed sex in all forms. Sometimes, he would find suitable men for me, and sometimes he would take me to watch him fuck his girls.
Life changed from that day for both of us. I am still a delightful wife, a wonderful mother, and a loving sister. Thank you.
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