Hi everyone, milflover is back with the seventh part of the series, ‘Helping a Hot Bhabhi Conceive.’ I hope you have the previous parts as well, and hopefully enjoyed them as well. Though the previous part got mixed feedback, I would try to write as truthfully as possible.
So, without wasting any of the reader’s time, let me begin with my story.
The next morning was our last morning at our resort. We had to check out and catch the flight back home. Even though we were two older, mature ladies, I had tension about the packing stuff and checkout. Although we had slept quite late, I woke up at around 6 AM.
I woke up and let the two beautiful ladies sleep. I put on the shorts and then got freshened up. Later made a cup of tea for me and sat outside our room to enjoy the early morning beach view. At around 7 AM, I went inside.
I just kept looking at the two sexy women in sleep without clothes, looking so relaxed and comfortable. I just went and gave a peck on the forehead of my aunt. She was in a deep sleep and didn’t react. I went on the other side and did the same with Bhabhi.
But she was almost awake, so I went one step further to lip kiss her. Suddenly, she woke up and gave full support in kissing. I enjoyed that kiss a lot.
Bhabhi: Good morning, dear. Never expected this from you.
Me: Good Morning, Bhabhi, you were looking so cute sleeping that I couldn’t control myself to give you a peck.
Bhabhi: Oh, Really!
Me: Yes, Bhabhi, what I saw I wish you could have seen.
Bhabhi went to freshen up. I was sitting outside the room thinking about what a fantastic week it has been, how I had come here with Bhabhi, thinking that it’s a service I am doing to my lover’s (Aunt) family members. But over the few days I spent with Bhabhi, a lot changed.
In the next few hours, everything was going to get like before. I would have gone back with Aunt. Bhabhi would have had to go to her family, where things would change for her as she would get pregnant. Her mother-in-law might start to treat her differently.
But what about HER? What about her pleasure? Nothing in that would change. I can’t let this end on this feeling. I have tried to take it as Aunt’s mission, and I regret how I have treated Bhabhi. I would want to mend my behaviour and give her one last chance of getting pleasure.
This time, it would not be about the mission or the pregnancy. Now it would just be about her needs and the future sacrifice she is going to make. As I was thinking this, Bhabhi came out of the room in a bathrobe. It was just giving a teasing view of her cleavage.
I was looking at it, and she came and sat near me. We both were enjoying the waves of the sea. I could not wait any longer and decided to start a conversation. But Bhabhi began.
Bhabhi: So, just a few more hours and everything goes back to normal.
Me: How does everything go back to normal? Nothing is going to be the same.
Bhabhi: Why do you say that?
Me: See, Bhabhi, Nothing remains the same as you get pregnant, so your environment changes. Now, nothing is the same for Aunt and me as well.
Bhabhi: I am going to miss the pleasure you gave me, dear. I didn’t know that I could have been pleasured like this. Now again I will go back to those 2-3 minutes of missionary. Then the kid would come so that I would be busy with him.
Me: So, want to have one last round? Just for the memory of this trip? You are satisfied; I am happy. And I can’t let you go hungry for more pleasure.
Bhabhi: But Didi is sleeping nearby; she might wake up. You have already given me so much. Please don’t tempt me. If she wakes up, she will think I am a slut for sleeping with you for pregnancy’s sake, and for getting fucked for pleasure. I can’t do that. It’s too risky.
Me: Don’t worry about her. She is in deep sleep. And it’s now not about the pregnancy or Aunt’s wish to impregnate you. It’s about you for the one last time. You give me what I deserve and mend my behaviour with you. Think of it as a way to say sorry to you.
I held her by the hand and took her inside. She was too scared to do anything in the bedroom, so I took her to the lobby area of our suite. The lobby had a marble table and a sofa set. It was covered with a rug on the floor.
Bhabhi: Please think once again; if Didi wakes up, I will not be able to make eye contact with her ever again. We should not do it.
Me: Bhabhi, don’t worry. Aunt will not say anything to you. I promise you that. Also, we will try to be quiet enough so that the sound doesn’t go out.
Bhabhi went to close the door. And came back looking at me as if she was waiting for some order from her master. But I was not the master before, nor was I willing to be dominant or rough with her for the last time. I made her sit on the sofa. And sat next to her.
Her heartbeat was racing; I tried to calm her down. I started kissing her neck. Slowly undressing herself, opening the bathrobe even when she was trying to stop me. I opened the knot on the bathrobe and removed it, exposing her nude in front of me.
She was shy, as if it was the first time I was seeing her. I made her sit on the edge of the table and came in a squat position. Slowly, I started to make way between her legs. Kissing them, licking them. She was very vulnerable at that particular moment.
Her fear of Aunt waking up with the noise that we both were going to make. But this time it was not about the dominance. It was about the worship of the body. The beautiful body of Bhabhi, who had given herself to a stranger just for the sake of making her mother-in-law and husband happy.
I did my magic, and I was making full use of my tongue in her pussy, and bhabhi was shocked that this time I was not dominating her. She was trying so hard to control her moans. Both my hands were on her thighs as I just used my lips and tongue on her pussy.
Bhabhi had kept one hand on her mouth as it was getting very tough for her to control her moans. I was feeling her pussy getting wet as I would feel the love juices flowing through my beard. I kept going with my tongue and also started to use my finger.
It was so tiring in the squat position. Bhabhi had become so horny that she couldn’t even sit on the edge of the table. She lay on her back on the table, and I also changed into a more relaxed sitting style on my knees.
I was now more at ease with the situation, so I pressed her boobs with one hand, and with the other, I continuously kept fingering her pussy. As I kept using both my fingers and tongue, I was feeling that Bhabhi’s body was on the verge of squirting, so I stopped.
It was the final round we were going to have, and it had to be a special one.
Bhabhi: Why did you stop? I was so close. I wanted to finish and then help you finish as well. I don’t know when I will get satisfied next time.
Me: Don’t worry. Bhabhi, I had to make the last time memorable. It has not ended.
I then took the support of the sofa there and told Bhabhi to sit on my hard cock that was waiting to come out of my shorts desperately. Bhabhi removed my shorts and gave them a suck maybe twice or thrice, making them properly wet for her to ride.
By now, lust had completely taken over her. She had no fear that her husband’s sister was sleeping in the next room. Bhabhi sat on the rock-hard cock and rode me with full confidence. I was enjoying it as well. Slow and steady, bhabhi knew at what pace she wanted to enjoy.
Me: I will never forget this round, Bhabhi. You feel so different.
Bhabhi: I want to remember every bit of this. You have changed me completely.
I was feeling the heat of Bhabhi’s pussy this time. It was getting very difficult for me to control my moans. I put my hand on Bhabhi’s neck and came very close to each other. Our eyes were into each other, and I started to kiss her. Now we were moaning in each other’s mouths while kissing.
It was time that we switched positions. We broke our kiss, and a few of Bhabhi’s moans filled the room. I stood up and told Bhabhi, “Let’s do standing missionary.” Bhabhi wrapped herself around my waist as I adjusted my cock in her pussy. We took the support of the door that we had closed.
I started to thump Bhabhi’s pussy like there would be no tomorrow. I was kissing Bhabhi’s neck as I continued to fuck her in the standing missionary. Now it was getting very difficult for Bhabhi to control her moans. I was getting tired as well, carrying the weight of Bhabhi.
As I started to thump her with full force, the door made a noise.
Bhabhi: Ahh… Stop…. The door’s noise would wake Didi up. Ahhhh… Stop.
I had to follow Bhabhi’s command, so I stopped. Bhabhi adjusted herself on the sofa armrest. I was to fuck her in doggy style for the one final time. I held her boobs with both hands for support and started to go deep inside her wet pussy. I had never experienced such a feeling while fucking anyone before.
Bhabhi: Ahh… Yes… Baby, don’t stop… Keep going.
With a loud moan of “Ah,” Bhabhi cum, and she was completely relaxed. I left her boobs and held her by the waist to fuck her with full force. I gave her around 6-8 strokes, and she was making sexy sounds.
Me: Oh, yes, I am cumming. I am cumming in you for the last time, Bhabhi.
I made a loud moan as well, and suddenly the door opened. I finished my load and completed inside Bhabhi, and saw Aunt standing behind us. Bhabhi was still in her own after the climax, both of us had. But I had seen Aunt completely naked, standing there looking at me with an angry, possessive look.
Bhabhi stood up after a few seconds to realise that her fear had manifested itself. Aunt was standing in front of us. Aunt didn’t say anything, but I understood from her looks that she was not expecting this from me. I kissed Aunt on her lips; she didn’t respond and went straight to the washroom.
I then went towards Bhabhi and tried to calm her down. She was suddenly in a state of shock from the pleasured state. I kissed her on the lips and didn’t stop until she relaxed and started giving me her support.
Me: Don’t worry, Bhabhi, she is not angry with you. I will handle her. You relax and just be prepared for the pregnancy phase that is coming ahead. I am sure the tests would be positive. Don’t stress, darling.
Bhabhi: I am fine as long as you are with me. I don’t want Didi to think I am a whore. I trust you to handle the situation. Love you!
So that’s the end of this part. What happened next, I will share in the final part that will come after this. Till then, you can reach me at [email protected] and via Google chats at [email protected].