I thank Poonam for sharing details of her exciting experiences. Please send comments to [email protected] and [email protected]. Please send only appreciative emails.
After returning from her brother’s place, Poonam decided to give proper sex education to Smita. She told Vijay to come back from the office a little early. Then they could have a few hours with Smita before Shriya returned from tuition.
Poonam said, “Smita, now Vijay and you are impatient to fuck. I know. Licking, sucking, and all preliminaries are over. I want you to observe our fucking and learn. You can clarify all your doubts before you fuck.”
Poonam nodded and, with enthusiasm, discarded her nighty. She undressed Poonam and Vijay. Poonam realised that she enjoyed fucking to the full extent when watched by others. Vijay also shared the same passion.
That was the reason their sex life had slowly lost momentum; it had become more like a chore. As Vijay was sucking Poonam’s tits, Poonam said, “Smita, I know you have seen many porn movies and read many sex stories, so you know all about fucking. But I will explain some things that you are not aware of.”
Smita watched with excitement as Poonam explained the art of sucking a cock. Vijay showed her how to lick a pussy. Poonam asked Smita to hold her dad’s cock and insert it in her pussy. Vijay fucked Poonam and came on her tits just before Shriya returned from tuition.
After two days of tutoring, Poonam was convinced that Smita was ready—in fact, impatient—to fuck. She was like a bitch in heat, straining to break free of the leash.
Poonam asked Shriya, “You wanted to sleep over at Riya’s house. If you wish, you can go now.”
Shriya looked at Poonam, surprised. “Mom, you never agreed. What happened all of a sudden?”
Poonam thought, A lot happened. I am no longer the traditional woman who valued chastity more than life. Now I am liberated and want my daughters to enjoy life.
Poonam said, “Go before I change my mind. Enjoy at Riya’s house. But no boys.”
Shriya laughed and said, mimicking Poonam, “No boys.” Shriya left, packing her toothbrush and a few dresses.
Poonam and Bahadur decorated the bedroom for the first night with flowers and incense sticks. The room was enveloped in fragrance. Bahadur asked, “Malkin, is Malik‘s fuck with Smita planned tonight?”
Poonam nodded and glanced at Bahadur with suspicion. She grabbed his collar and hissed with anger, “If you ever touch Smita, I will cut your cock, make you cook it, and eat it. Understand?”
Bahadur smiled and said, “Malkin, don’t worry. My cock is more precious than my life. I won’t touch her.”
After completing the decoration, Poonam was happy with the arrangement. As they left, Bahadur said, “Malkin, if your daughters inherited your genes, Smita will spread her legs for me soon.”
Poonam said, “Wait for that day, then. Don’t make any advances and don’t tempt her by flashing your cock.”
When Vijay came from the office, Poonam asked him to use the other bedroom and bathroom. Vijay was puzzled but obeyed. When Smita returned from college, Poonam took her to the third bedroom and asked her to take a shower and put on the bridal dress.
Smita was excited; she knew today was the big day. Vijay did not guess the plan. He put on a new dress and went to his bedroom. When he entered, he was shocked to see the decoration. Then, the significance dawned on him.
The door opened, and Smita entered with a shy smile and a glass of milk. She was beautiful and sexy in the white bridal saree. A naked Poonam escorted her. Poonam seated Vijay on the bed. Smita offered the glass of milk; he drank half, and Smita sipped the rest.
Poonam said, “Vijay, now I gift you the virgin girl.”
Smita blushed and covered her face with her hands. Though she and Vijay had seen each other naked and had done everything except fucking, Smita was blushing like a new bride. Poonam undressed Smita and gently pushed her onto the bed.
Vijay was in a hurry. He discarded his clothes and jumped onto the bed.
Vijay kissed Smita gently, and Smita responded with passion. Vijay moved down, kissed Smita’s nipples, and sucked one tit while mauling the other. Smita was impatient and squirmed, moaning loudly.
Vijay patted her pussy mound and probed her pussy with his fingers. Her juices were already gushing, soaking her inner thighs and making her ready for his entry.
Vijay licked expertly, lapping up the juices while still mauling her boobs. Smita arched her back and spread her pink pussy lips with her fingers. Smita could not control herself as a wave of orgasm washed over her. She cried, “Dad, fuck me.”
Vijay looked at Poonam, asking with his eyes if he should proceed. Poonam checked Smita’s pussy and nodded her head, satisfied. When Vijay was about to insert his throbbing cock, Poonam said, “Wait,” and reached for Vaseline. She applied Vaseline to her hubby’s cock and her daughter’s pussy.
Smita protested, “Mom, is it necessary? I am soaking wet.”
Poonam smiled, kissed Smita, and said, “I am your mother; I can’t help caring about you.”
Poonam held Vijay’s cock, rubbed the tip on Smita’s pussy lips, and gently inserted it. Vijay pushed gently. Smita’s hymen blocked his progress like a traffic policeman. Poonam saw that Vijay and Smita were tense. Vijay’s brow was wet with sweat.
Vijay implored, “Poonam, I can’t inflict pain on Smita. I changed her diaper; how can I hurt her? Let us take her to a clinic, and with a minor cut, they will tear it.”
Smita said with defiance, “Dad, I want to gift my virginity. You forced me to learn cycling even when I was crying after I bruised my knees.”
Poonam laughed and said, “You were not so considerate when you fucked and tore my hymen.”
Vijay said, “You are my wife, but she is my daughter. Is there no difference?”
Poonam said with firmness, “Enough talk. He will lose his erection if we continue debating. Vijay, when I signal, push hard.”
Poonam lay next to Smita and offered her tit to suck, waiting for Smita to relax. When Poonam felt the tension leave Smita’s body and saw she was relaxed, Poonam nodded. Vijay took a deep breath and pushed his cock with all his might.
Smita cried in pain as her hymen gave in and allowed the cock entry. Vijay buried his cock inside Smita’s pussy and leaned down to kiss her tears. Poonam, too, was relieved. It is not common, but some girls’ thick hymens do not tear easily.
Smita laughed and said, “It is okay, Dad. We broke the egg; now we can make an omelette.”
All three laughed as the tension gave way to joy. Vijay pulled out his cock and slowly pushed it in again. With each stroke, Smita felt the pain reducing and pleasure becoming the dominant feeling. Vijay increased the pace and force in stages; Smita’s tight pussy was filling him with uncontrolled lust.
When he was about to come, Smita had already orgasmed. Vijay shouted, “Poonam, I am coming! Should I splash on her tits?”
Poonam, who was gently playing with his balls, said, “Fill her pussy. It is a safe period.”
Vijay grunted. With a final thrust, he buried his cock fully and filled her pussy with warm jets of cum. Smita sighed with happiness and contentment.
She hugged her parents and said, “Thank you, Mom. There is no one like you, giving so much support and love to her daughters. Dad, I love you. You were amazing.”
Vijay and Smita didn’t sleep that night. Poonam went to Smita and Shriya’s bedroom and slept there. She was horny from watching their energetic fucking and considered calling Bahadur, but decided against it as it was too risky.
She suggested to Vijay and Smita that they take leave and fuck for two or three days. Vijay had urgent meetings, and Smita could not miss classes, so they left. As soon as her daughters left for college, Poonam lay naked on the bed and called Bahadur.
Bahadur said, “Malkin, give me twenty minutes; I will complete the cooking and join you.”
Poonam screamed, “You motherfucker, my pussy is on fire! Fuck your cooking, switch off the stove, and fuck me. I will order food if required.”
Bahadur ran to the kitchen, secured it, and rushed to his malkin. He knew her moods and how to satisfy her. Poonam was hornier than usual. Bahadur started fucking her with his trademark ferocity and choicest abuses.
Poonam became his slave in an instant, shifting from an irritated employer to a submissive servant. Poonam had even purchased a leash, and Bahadur would put it around her neck. Poonam would follow him like a bitch. If she had a tail, she would have wagged it.
Bahadur enjoyed humiliating her, scratching her stomach and boobs as she lay on her back and stretched like a dog. Poonam loved that game. She sucked him, and he fucked his bitch doggy-style. He even fed her biscuits in appreciation after a hot fuck.
Now, she was impatient to fuck again. He fucked her with extra vigor, filthier abuses, and tight slaps on her buttocks. After he pumped steaming lava into her pussy and left to complete his cooking, Poonam lay on the bed panting.
When she calmed down, her mobile pinged. It was Raj. She had wanted to chat with him after Vijay fucked Smita.
Raj: Hi, dear. You were silent for some time. All is well?
Poonam: Well? It is fantastic, unbelievable.
She narrated all her experiences with her brother, Smita, and Vijay’s first night.
Raj: I am very happy for you. What are the next plans?
Poonam: I think I have become a slut, a shameless bitch. I am enjoying being the bitch of my cook, and he heaps insults with such foul language that no self-respecting prostitute would tolerate.
Raj: And you are enjoying it?
Poonam: That is the problem. I am blinded by lust.
Raj: If you are enjoying it and Bahadur is loyal, what is your problem?
Poonam: From tomorrow, Smita has no classes for four days. She will be at home. I cannot fuck for four days.
Raj: Hmm, why don’t you confide in Smita? Your hubby will fuck Smita only; he won’t have time to fuck you. You can tell Smita you are missing fucking, so you are fucking Bahadur. She will understand.
Poonam: No. She might hate me. Children can’t digest the idea that their mother is a randi. Fucking Suma’s son or Priya’s son—they might understand. But if the cook treats their mom as a slave and a bitch, can they tolerate it?
Raj: The answer is simple. Ask Bahadur to fuck in a normal fashion, like your hubby does.
Poonam: The problem is not with Bahadur. It is with me. I don’t think I can control my lust, my foul language, and my slavish behaviour.
Raj: One way is for the suggestion to come from Smita. She should encourage you to fuck Bahadur.
Poonam: Good idea, but why would she do that?
Raj: Tomorrow, after Vijay and Shriya leave, wear a low-neck dress and let Smita chat with me.
Raj and Poonam discussed the next day’s plan. In the evening, Vijay and Smita had two sessions before Shriya returned from tuition. Smita got up early the next morning for a quick fucking session in the bathroom.
After Vijay and Shriya left, Poonam changed into a low-neck, sexy nighty. She gave her mobile to Smita and told her Raj wanted to chat with her.
Smita: Hi Uncle, how are you?
Raj: Great, dear. Congratulations. Your dad opened your seal?
Smita: Thank you, Uncle. You gave courage and confidence to my parents. Dad was reluctant to hurt me.
Raj: You are welcome. Now, your dad will fuck you only, I think. A tight, juicy pussy.
Smita: It is natural, isn’t it?
Raj: Yes. But your mom has tasted the real joy of fucking. She will miss it.
Smita: True. She has to wait until Rajeev bhai fucks her.
Raj: How is Bahadur? Your cook?
Smita: What? Uncle, you can’t be serious. Mom will kill you if she reads our chat.
Raj: She won’t. She’s read more fuck stories than you. In my stories, cooks, drivers, and gardeners fuck their malkins regularly.
Smita: Nonsense. Mom will kill Bahadur if he even looks at her in that way.
Raj: Humour me. Go to the kitchen and tell me the scene.
Smita: Hmm, okay. Mom is picking something up from the floor. And the cook is… wait a minute, he is ogling her cleavage.
Raj: What is Mom’s dress? How is her cleavage visible? She didn’t cover with a pallu?
Smita: No. She’s wearing a nightie. This one is low-cut, and my god, only her nipples are covered.
Raj: It looks like she is being naughty, playing games with Bahadur.
Smita: Yes, she is smiling at him.
Raj: Will you be offended if she seduces Bahadur?
Smita: Hmm, not so sure. She needs fun since I will monopolise Dad.
Raj: Yes, but she won’t do it. She will be scared of what you might think. You may stop respecting her.
Smita: No way. I will love and respect her.
Raj: Take her to the bedroom, tell her you saw her flirting, and say that you have no objection if she enjoys herself with the cook.
Smita: What about Dad? When should we tell him?
Raj: You leave that to Mom. She will tell him at the right time. From your side, give her confidence and encouragement.
Smita: Okay, Uncle. Will do. Bye.
Smita asked Poonam to come to her room. When Poonam came in, Smita asked, “Mom, why are you wearing this dress? Poor Bahadur is getting excited.”
Poonam smiled and said, “Just having harmless fun.”
Smita hugged her and said, “Mom, I know you are missing fucking. I monopolised Dad. If you feel it is safe, go ahead and fuck Bahadur, but on one condition.”
Poonam laughed self-consciously and said, “What wild ideas you have! Why would I want to fuck the cook?”
Smita said, “Why are you showing your boobs and shaking them? Fuck him, go ahead. I won’t tell Dad. You tell him at the right time. I am sure he will be excited about your new adventure.”
Poonam blushed and said, “I will think about it. What is your condition?”
Smita said, “I think Bahadur already suspects or knows that Dad and I are fucking and you are helping us. I want to see your seduction and the fucking.”
Poonam laughed and said, “Why not? It would be fun. Come.”
When they entered the kitchen, Bahadur was holding his cock and masturbating. When he saw them, he quickly pulled up his shorts, but not before they had a good view of his massive cock.
Smita gasped and whispered to her mom, “Mom, drop the idea. That cock is too huge; it will damage your pussy forever.”
Poonam smiled and whispered back, “Now it is too late, dear. You have fired me up, and his cock is awesome. Watch and enjoy.” She smiled at Bahadur.
Poonam teased him, “What is the matter? Did you video chat with your wife? She must have made you horny.”
Bahadur hesitated, looked at Smita, and said, “Smita beti, can you please go to your room? I have to talk to your mom about lunch items.”
Smita laughed and said, “Bahadur, I think you should stop shadowboxing. I know you were listening outside our bedroom, and you know that Dad and I are fucking and Mom is helping us. So, stop acting coy and talk to Mom.”
There was no mistaking the huge tent in Bahadur’s shorts; it was obvious he was not wearing any underwear. Bahadur said, “Malkin, I am going mad looking at your cleavage and the way your buttocks dance when you walk. I cannot control myself.”
Poonam’s seductive smile and husky voice made Bahadur crazy. Smita found that the wetness from her pussy was spreading to her inner thighs. Poonam slowly removed the nightie straps and lowered them until only her nipples were covered, and said, “If you want to see more, you have to drop your shorts.”
Bahadur dropped his shorts in a second and removed his shirt. Before Poonam and Smita could recover from the shock, he pulled down Poonam’s nightie. Poonam cried out in fake shock and surprise as he carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed.
Smita ran behind them and watched in fascination as Bahadur spread her mom’s legs and buried his massive, thick cock in one stroke. She was shocked that Bahadur did not suck Mom’s tits or lick her pussy first. Smita ran to her Mom’s side and saw only lust and sheer joy in her face.
Poonam pressed Smita’s hand and said, “Dear, this is awesome. Don’t worry, your Mom is very happy and enjoying it. He will fuck real hard. These working-class people are hard fuckers and have very foul mouths. Don’t be shocked by the filthy language. I like it this way.”
Smita was speechless as she watched the heavy pounding of her Mom’s pussy and the abuses heaped on her. She was equally shocked by her Mom’s language, which was worse than a prostitute’s.
After he splashed large wads of cum on Poonam’s tits, they shifted to the portico for a second round. As Bahadur was fucking Poonam doggy-style, Smita was shocked to see the watchman open the gate.
The watchman’s jaw dropped. Though he could not see the actual fucking, he could see Poonam’s shaking shoulders and head and guess what was happening.