Bhabhi’s Consensual Rape

“Fuck! It’s 6 o’clock,” I said looking at my watch, to
no in particular.

“You got anything to eat man? It feels like I haven’t
eaten anything for ages,” I asked one of my final year
project group partner.

“Nahh man,” replied the one whose room we had ‘hijacked’
for near about whole last year, “last piece of food got
finished hours ago while you were sleeping.”

“Dude! I only slept for like 20 minutes then. And that
was 3 hours ago!”

He shrugged and said, “That’s probably when we ate it. I
might have forgotten to wake you up.”

Damn! If I hadn’t needed him on the project, and it
already being March (we have to submit it by last week
of April) I won’t be able to replace anybody now, I
would have kicked his ass.

He is still probably pissed off about using his room for
project assembly. I can’t blame him, he was being given
hard time from his other room partners and the landlord
for the mess we had created. Just more two months and
everything will be over.

“I am going home.”

“About time you did!”

Fuck Off Dude! I really, really wanted to hit him now.
Again, not his fault. For the last whole year I have
been living here more than at my home. People think I am
that dedicated about the project, don’t get me wrong I
am, but I am dreaded about staying home and having to
face my Bhabhi.

“Dude! I know you are pissed about the whole situation
with the room. I am really sorry to put you in the spot.
But please man, only one more month, or even less if we
are able to finish the project. If the landlord says
something tell him I’ll pay extra for the trouble.”

“Yep, that’s the only thing you can do, right! Mr. I-
Have-Got-Money! Just go man!”

Others of the group had already left. I had decided to
stay back for some testing, and now I was regretting the
decision.

I collected my things and left immediately before the
argument could get any uglier. As the project was coming
near end tension was flaring everywhere. Only last week
we had an almost full blown fight between the guys from
Mechanical and Electronics department.

First time ever in my college’s history someone has
tried something like this, including multiple
departments for one project. I and one of my closest
friend had put together a team consisting of two
students from each branch of engineering.

Last year’s fighting on the football arena between
Computer Science (my dept.) and Mechanical had soured
the intra student relationship. And created many
faction. It was only time someone would do something
stupid. So, with the intention of bringing everybody
together we had come up with this idea and have
everybody root for us, as the project itself would have
rocketed the image if our college into glory.

My head was throbbing as I reached my bike. I was
looking forward to get some relief from the ride home.

By the time I reached home, I was feeling a little
better. But as soon as I started going up the steps of
my building, I came to think what was awaiting me.
Bhabhi! Damn that women! She was making it hell for me
to live there.

Don’t get me wrong. She isn’t a wicked witch or
something. She is good. And kinda young.

She and my brother got married more than two years ago.
It’s an arranged marriage. My brother’s 35 now and she
20. She is 3 years younger than me. And she is
beautiful! Hell, she is hot! But she was… She was…
sprawled across the sofa?

Well, let me backtrack a little. I reached the door of
our flat with my mind clearly occupied, I absent
mindedly pulled my iPhone out and pressed the command
for door unlock in my Home Security’s master app. I
removed my shoes and placed them in the rack and I was
just about to head towards my room when something caught
my eye. I turned to check what it was when I say her.
She was sprawled across the sofa couch. It wasn’t unlike
her. Her and Bhabhi’s bedroom was just a few feet away
across the living room.

She was lying face down with her head towards the door.
I was starting to get worried when I saw her voluptuous
left breast almost spilling out of her low cut blouse.

I paused there for a moment or two just ogling at her,
when finally I came to my senses I called out,
“Bhabhi!?!”.

She stirred a little.

“Bhabhi?” I called out again a little loudly this time,
successfully capturing her attention.

“Are you alright!” I asked a little concerned.

“Aahh… Devarji,” she moaned (I think painfully, but
I’m never sure with her), “I think I sprained my back
while changing the cylinder.” (Here cooking gas -LPG- is
sold in 14 to 16kg metal cylinders. We don’t have gas
lines till now.)

“Why don’t you go and rest in your bedroom. You’ll be
more comfortable there.”

“I don’t think I can move properly. I barely made it
here from kitchen. I am really glad you are here. Please
help me get to bedroom.”

“Ya, okay! Let me just put my things away first.”

I quickly went to my room dropped my things and returned
as quickly.

I went to her side pulled her left hand across my
shoulder and tried to make her stand so that she could
walk to her bedroom with my help. But it wasn’t going to
be so.

“Aaaaa!” she screamed as soon as I tried to pull her to
her feet. Immediately I let go of her and stood there
pondering what to do next.

“You will have to carry me to my bedroom, devarji. I
don’t think I can walk.”

Seeing that it was the only option I said, “Okay. But
first roll over on your back so that I can pick you up
in my arms.”

“I think you’ll have to help me roll over.”

I sighed and crouched down and placing my right hand on
her hip and left on the shoulder I started to push her
up and over. As she came to lie on her back I tried to
avoid my elbow brushing against her breast. But my
attempt seemed to be in vain as I felt her boobs
pressing in my forearm and elbow like she was
intentionally pushing it. (Strike One)

I picked her up with my arms under her knees and
shoulders and her arms across my neck for support. My
left arm was under her shoulders and I had made sure to
place it such that my hand came under her near her
stomach. I didn’t wanted to, even unintentionally, place
my hand anywhere near her breast. But my hand
positioning only seemed to enable her to lean towards
me, pressing her boobs in to my chest with such a gusto
it felt like the boobs wanted to get into my lungs.
(Strike Two)

We weren’t rich or something but my brother had got
himself a really good position job. We had a comfortable
living with a good flat on rent in a pretty decent
locality. The only downside was that my brother didn’t
get to be at home much. His job made him travel to
different locations every week and was mostly away for
4-5 days usually between Monday and Friday.

I think this was affecting Bhabhi’ sex life. As within
six months of their marriage she had started flirting
with me and eventually teasing me. I first thought it
was a playfulness of Bhabhi, that she was really getting
fond of me and was having fun making me feel
uncomfortable. But soon I wasn’t sure about that. Later
it looked like she was trying to seduce me. Only because
I had a girlfriend I think I could hold out against her
advances.

I placed Bhabhi on the bed and was about to leave when
she asked me to massage her back. I obliged her.

I went to the bedside drawers to find something to apply
on her back. There were some options available in the
second drawer, a spray, a tube and a glass container. I
knew by experience what was the best remedy for sprained
back or for that matter any sprained muscle, the glass
container which went by the name “Tiger Balm”. (Tiger
Balm is a semi-solid vapor rub of such a strength that
just by opening its cap your eyes start to water. It
gives out a very good heating effect on the underlying
muscles reliving them of any strain. If you could ever
get your hands on one I’d recommend buying it.)

Now I rolled her on her stomach and placed some cushions
under her, such that her lower back was slightly
elevated for easy access for massage. I placed a cushion
under her head and told her to relax and started
massaging her back.

Bhabhi usually wears Sarees just below her navel. So on
the back side, the area of back which I knew would be
most affected was easily available for massaging. But
still I made a mistake of asking her, “Where do you want
me to massage you?”

“The whole back,” she replied.

So I started on her back just below the blouse. I
applied a generous amount of the balm and massaged with
care and strength. As I started to move down she stopped
me by saying, “Devarji, You didn’t do my shoulders!”

Though her blouse was low U cut on the back, still
access to her shoulders was not possible. Which I
pointed out, again to my fault.

She immediately brought her hands back, unstrapped her
blouse and pulled it down on her arms to the biceps.
This gave me access to her whole shoulders and back and
also made me aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing
any bra.

‘Is this another trick of her to seduce me?’ I thought
to myself as blood rushed to my dick. (Though it didn’t
got erect but it stirred.)

‘She couldn’t have known I was coming home today,’ I
thought unsure, ‘could she?’

I wasn’t sure if this was a trap or a genuine situation.

“Stop staring at my back pervert and do what you are
here to do.” She said playfully.

I hadn’t realized that I was staring at her back while I
was thinking. Embarrassed I started to massage. I
started with her neck, then moved down to her shoulders
and shoulder blades. As I was about to start to move
down, she asked me to go lower on the sides. I obliged
and moved my hand laterally sideways just a little and
started massaging. A moment later she again asked to ho
down. This time again I obliged, though reluctantly. I
was aware that my hands were almost reaching to the base
of her breasts which were bulging out sideways due to
her body weight. Before she could make another request I
said, “That should be enough in this region. Let’s move
down.”

As I slowly moved down I, finally reached the hem of her
saree. There I massaged her back for a while. When I was
done I tried to leave only to be stopped again by Bhabhi
with her new request. “Please go lower on the back!”

I didn’t wanted her to just drop her saree now. So I
myself pulled it down as far as it will go without
having to unravel it. It had reached the base of her
buttocks and I could see the edges of her ass cheeks. I
went ahead and massaged as good as I could without
reaching near her ass crack which was slightly visible.
All this massaging had got me worked up and my dick was
now at semi erect state.

“Go lower, please!” again came the request. My dick
jumped on that.

She felt my hesitation and said, “Here, this will help
you!” and pushed her hips up, taking her hands below her
stomach she undid the knot that kept the saree in place.
Then pushed her saree midway up her ass.

I didn’t know what was I shocked about more! The fact
that she wasn’t wearing anything or that she pulled down
her saree to show me her ass. And what a lovely ass it
was. Perfectly rounded, pink tight ass! How do I know it
was tight? Well I instinctively touched it. And I would
have kneaded it with all my might had she not moaned and
broken my trance.

This time I silently massaged on the extreme ends of her
lower back and slightly on her visible ass. And as I was
expecting she asked me to go lower.

Now my dick was already trying to cut out of my jeans.
And the rush of blood there had left me with little in
the brain, I think, because what I did next I don’t
think I would have done if I had been sane.

I pulled her saree all the way down to her thighs. And
gods help me for I would have cummed in my pants just
from the sight of those delicious globular ass. And that
pick rosebud of an asshole. It took all my mental
strength, whatever that was left, from taking out my
dick and impaling her ass.

My pulling down of her saree might have amused her. With
a smirk she said, “Saw anything new today, Devarji?
Something that you might have liked?” (And that’s Strike
Three!)

I couldn’t help but think back on all the times she had
been a cock tease. How she would rub her ass against my
crotch most of the times. Bawdy jokes about my manhood.
“Mistakenly” grabbing my dick and then innocently say
“Sorry”. Sometimes she would just spill some juice on my
pants and then rub me like she was helping me clean my
jeans. Once she even said, “Thank the gods its only cold
drink! We wouldn’t want to burn IT up with hot coffee!”
while eyeing my crotch. Sometimes she even did this all
in front of Bhayya. Every time I’d be flushed with horny
embarrassment! From the fear of getting asm.

‘Yep!’ I thought to myself eyeing her puckered asshole
with a devilish smile on my face.

I took some balm and started massaging and kneading her
ass cheeks. I kneaded and massaged in such a way that
the cheeks started to part a little. Then keeping my
left hand on her left cheek to part it from the right, I
again scoped the balm from the container- but this time
only with my index finger- and then jabbed it in her
asshole and rotated my finger as quickly to apply it
everywhere on the inside.

“Aaaaa!” came the scream I had been expecting.

“What the fuck did you do?” she screamed banging her
fist continuously in the mattress. “Its burning like
hell!”

“I just shoved some Tiger Balm in your ass.” I replied
calmly.

“Why the fuck did you do that! I am dying with pain!”

“Well, consider it a revenge for all the time you have
been cock teasing me, making me uncomfortable and making
it a hell for me to live here.”

“You know I had to live at a friend’s room to get away
from you!” I continued. “That fucker friend is now
getting on my nerves! All because of you!”

“Okay, okay! I am sorry for all the shit! But please do
something now! I can’t handle it anymore! Ohh god,
please fucking do something!”

“Alright! Let me just get the Vaseline from the drawer.”

I rummaged through the drawer and found what I was
looking for. I took the Vaseline to her, putting some
generous amount on my index finger I started to enter
her ass. I couldn’t believe how tight she was and I
hadn’t noticed it previously. Hell, my asshole was more
stretched than this. (A lot more actually. It wasn’t
that I was bi. I didn’t even liked the taste of my own
semen, I don’t know if I could suck some other guy. But
I liked massaging my prostate glands and could easily
take a regular sized 6inch dildo.)

I could only go in up to my first knuckle in her anus. I
massaged her inside for a while and then retrieved my
finger to take some fresh supply of Vaseline. This time
I pushed in more and was able to fit my whole finger in
her. I gyrated my finger with some gusto and Bhabhi
started to moan.

“Mmmm… It feels good. But it’s still burning, please
keep doing it.” She said, like I was now going to stop.

I retrieved my finger and this time pushed in two lubed
up fingers. Again I massaged for a while, occasionally
with crooked finger to heighten the pleasure. As I
sensed her getting closer to an orgasm I stopped. She
grunted her disappointment.

“I have a cream in my room that I think will be more
effective.” I said to her. “Also, I have a funnel that
will make it easier for spreading the cream on your
inside and it will massage your anal walls as well.”

Saying that I left for my room not waiting for an
answer. Though I think I heard her grunting ‘Okay’.

In my room I striped out of my jeans and T-shirt. I saw
that my underwear was soaking wet with my pre-cum. So I
decided to strip out of it as well. I pulled out myself
made cock and ball restraint which allows me to last
longer than usual, as I was not sure I’d last longer in
my current state of arousal and with what I had in mind.
I donned a shorts and a football jersey without any
underwear. I adjusted and placed my cock under the band
on my shorts. I took a tube of anesthetic lube from my
supplies in my wardrobes’ hidden compartment. As I was
about to leave my room I decided against the lube and
placed it in my bedside drawer for later use.

As I entered Bhabhi’s bedroom again I heard her say,
“What took you so long? It has started to burn up
again!”

“Don’t worry. I have brought the special cream. It will
smooth your pain. And after I use MY FUNNEL you’ll
forget about THIS pain.”

“Okay, hurry up! I can’t stand this anymore.”

“Okay. I’ll get right to it. But first you’ll have to
raise your hips to give me easy access to your anus.”

“Okay, alright. How do you want me positioned?”

Pushing my hand under her stomach I pulled her up and
brought her knees under her. I placed a cushion between
her thighs and abdomen. Then I placed my hand under her
chest and grabbing by one of her breasts pulled her up
to place a cushion under her chest and one under her
head. All the while mauling her breast very hardly. I
think I might have left a red hand print there. As I was
retrieving my hand I pinched her other nipple very hard
and twisted it for a second or two.

“Aaaa!” she screamed in her pillow, and then asked,
“What was that for?”

“I am still mad at you a little for all the teasing!” I
lied to her. “Now relax as I work on your anus.” With
that I pushed her head in the pillow and got on the bed
behind her.

I took some Vaseline and worked up inside her anus with
one digit. Then taking my dick out lubed it up with
Vaseline. (If I had brought the anesthetic lube, Bhabhi
wouldn’t have felt much pain from the stretching my cock
would have provided. I didn’t want that. But also I
didn’t wanted to dry fuck her. Well at least not today.
By the way my dick is about 7″ when full erect with 3″
of circumference. That should make a pretty good
stretching on her ass.)

“Relax now,” I said, “I am about to put the funnel in.
It might sting at first, but later you’ll feel good.” (I
hope so. But I don’t think so.)

“Hmm, okay. But hurry up. I can’t take this burning
anymore.”

She seemed eager to take my ‘Funnel’ in her ass. If she
only knew I was going to trade her burning pain with
some stretching pain. I couldn’t help but smile a wicked
smile as I placed my cockhead on her anus opening,
guiding my cock with my right hand and holding her ass-
cheeks apart with left.

I pushed on the opening a little to gauge how tight it
was. Putting it in a ‘very tight’ category, I pushed
hard and my thick cockhead popped inside her. I was
rewarded with a painful grunt.

Damn! The sensation felt good! The tight sphincter was
trying to crush my head. As much as I wanted to keep my
cock that way I also wanted to ram it all up in the ass.
(It’s not like you get to rape your Bhabhi’s virgin ass
every day. You can always slow fuck later. But the
tightness now can be only optimized with a rough fuck.)

After a moment or two laying still and enjoying the
feeling I decided to continue my onslaught. I pulled
back my hips to bring the cockhead all the way out, just
leaving the tip inside to guide it back, I held her hips
with both my hands, and then rammed it home with all my
might.

“Bhenchod*! You ripped my ass!” she yelled at me through
the pillow. (*Bhenchod is a Hindi cuss word meaning
‘Sister-fucker’.)

I felt satisfied at the sight before me, my cock rammed
all the way in my Bhabhi’s virgin ass and my balls
resting probably on her cunt.

Without giving her any time to get accustomed to my cock
I pulled out all the way leaving just my tip inside and
rammed all the way in again. I continued this for quiet
a time each time treated with a grunt from her.

Now that her canal felt a little stretched I decided to
change my tempo. Without disengaging myself from her ass
I got down from her bed while pulling her towards the
edge.

“What are you doing?” she asked a little confused after
catching her breath.

“Shut up, bitch!” I growled not wanting to be disturbed.

As soon as her ass was positioned perfectly on the edge
of her bed, I said, “Let me finish what you started!”
And with that I started fucking her ass with all my
might at a break neck speed.

On and on went the assault, and I was completely
oblivious to her shrieks, or moans or whatever noise she
was making. I didn’t cared then. I wouldn’t have given a
damn even if she would have been dying then. Today I had
snapped, and I had snapped for good. I had been
transformed into a Beast. It was only right that I get
to have my Beauty, whatever the cost.

Still continuing my speedy onslaught I took my hands
down to her cunt with the intention of tormenting it. To
my surprise I found her soaking wet and her clit swollen
out like a tiny 1inch cock. Not sure what to make of it,
I took her clit between my thumb and index fingers and
squeezed on it a little. This must have a shiver through
her body as I felt her trembling. Liking how it felt on
my cock, I this time pinched it hard and twisted it, all
the while keeping my fast paced fucking!

I had expected painful tremors, but what I got not just
surprised me but also stopped me in my tracks, or in her
tracks to be more specific.

As soon as I pinched she started having a BIG orgasm,
with a huge emphasise on big. How I know? Well for
starters, her ass clamped down on my dick with such a
force that, even if I had achieved an orgasm, I wouldn’t
have been able to spill my cum inside her at that
moment. Over that she was shaking so violently that I
was feeling like my cock was inside a mechanized
vibrating pussy. All this was having an heightened
effect on me, and the only reason I hadn’t had an orgasm
was because of my tight restraint. I had fixed it very,
very tight. So tight, that my cockhead was a dark purple
now and my balls were starting to turn blue. But I had
started to feel that, if I didn’t cummed soon and
relieved the pressure on my cock, I might burst a vein.

Now, mustering up my strength and Bhabhi’s ass still
clamping down on my cock I started my slow in out
motion. The friction was too much to handle and
apparently Bhabhi was still shuddering with her orgasm
which was having a stronger effect on my over sensitive
purple cock. With just a dozen stroke it was evident to
me that I was reaching my point of no return. Few more
painfully difficult strokes and then I had my greatest
orgasm in my life up to now. So great was the orgasm
that I spewed and spewed my cum in her ass for what felt
like eternity.

I might have collapsed on Bhabhi had I not balanced
myself with the help of her back. This fuck was what you
would call ‘fuck of the century,’ and I was pretty damn
sure I wouldn’t have such a good orgasm ever. It wasn’t
just the act of fuck, but also the perverseness of the
situation. Me having fucked (more likely raped) my
Bhabhi’s virgin ass. (Bhabhi is considered sacred, like
ones mother. And this added to the perversion that much
more.)

I may have been satisfied now. But I wasn’t done. My
cock had started to get limp, but the cock-n-ball
restraint made the process slow. Again I started
pumping, but this time at a slower pace. This got the
attention of both my cock and my Bhabhi. As both started
to stir, where my cock got hard and ready, Bhabhi let
out a moan indicating her readiness.

This time, instead of ravaging her I decided to pleasure
my Bhabhi as a token of appreciation. Being standing on
the floor beside the bed and her ass pointing up towards
me in the air I had a lot of room for movement.

Placing my left leg on the bed beside her body and
leaving my right leg down on the floor I started my hip
movement. This position allowed me to apply a good
amount of pressure without having to pick up speed.
After a while of straight in and out motion, I pulled my
cock out up to my head, then bending a little down I
pushed in and upward. This motion seemed to have brought
the desired effect as I heard Bhabhi moan.

On next stroke I again pulled my cock out up to my head
and then pushed in and downward. Again I heard her moan.
I continued to do this alternatively, up to the point
she was panting heavily. Sensing she might be near her
orgasm I decided to try something. I took my one hand
towards her breasts and other towards her cunt. Then
pulled my cock out leaving only the head inside and
pinched and twisted her nipple and her clit together.
The pain seemed to work, as she started to have a
screaming orgasm and again clamped down on my cock.

As soon as the clamping started I pushed with whatever
strength I had left and started fucking her with hard
full strokes. This pushed her over the top and she
started to shudder violently having one continuous
orgasm after another.

I held myself there for her to calm down and all the
while making sure not cum. After she came down from her
high her sphincter finally became lose enough for me to
retrieve my still swollen member. As soon as I released
her from my grip she rolled over on her back and started
breathing heavily.

My cock was still hard and I needed to cum at least one
more time before I was done with her. So I moved towards
the other side of bed where Bhabhi’s head had finally
came to rest. I could see she was still panting and
heaving, clearly exhausted by her tonight’s ordeal.

As I was moving across to the other side Bhabhi seemed
to notice for the first time ever my erect cock. “Oh My
God! That Monster was in me?” she exclaimed, clearly
surprised at the size of my cock which had ravaged her
ass tonight. It was evident from the look on her face
that she had never seen a cock of this size. There was a
glad/pleased look in her eyes. Glad that the cock wasn’t
in her anymore and pleased that it had been in her.

I didn’t replied anything, I was still in a trance. And
my brains’ only objective was to get as much pleasure I
could by using her body.

I reached the opposite side of the bed where her head
was. Leaned down, held her shoulders and dragged her
towards me. All this while she was eyeing my cock with a
look of amazement. Only when I pulled her body to me and
started to aim my cock towards her face did she realized
what I meant to do. Instinctively she opened her mouth,
either in protest or in acceptance I don’t know as I
muffled her with my cock.

I could only go in for like 3 inch and the angle of her
head restricted me. Again I pulled her towards the edge
so the her head was off the bed bent backwards lining
her throat for my dick. I pushed in one more inch before
hitting her throat and she gagged on that.

I could see fear rising in Bhabhi’s eyes on the
implication of deep-throating. She hadn’t done this
before, and didn’t wanted to do it now. But like I said,
I was in a trance and didn’t give a damn about what she
thought or wanted.

I was relentlessly pushing against her throat, and she
was squirming under me trying to get away, her movement
just made her gag on my every thrust. Finally I growled,
“Swallow my cock bitch or I’ll choke you to death first
and then throat fuck your limp body. One way or another
you are getting throat fucked today! Understand?”

She stopped squirming, I think she couldn’t deny the
seriousness of the situation. The coldness with which I
said must have really spooked her up, as I tried to push
my cock this time, she tried to swallow.

It took me 3 tries to push my cockhead past her throat
entrance and lodge myself all the way in her throat, my
ball resting on her nose. The effort had left her eyes
watering. Seeing it I decided to have some fun, and not
to pull back my cock from her throat. This made her
panic and she started to push me back and thrash her
head sideways in an attempt to escape.

After a moment of denying her air I pulled back and she
started breathing heavily trying to get as much air as
she could. I didn’t gave her more respite though, as I
slammed in immediately. I fucked her roughly, but with
deep and long strokes, which was not just giving me
pleasure but also allowed her to breadth in between each
stroke. I continued fucking her like this for some time.
And was nearing my orgasm.

I was sure I was going to explode in her in about a
minute or two, but there was something my mind was
trying to tell me that I couldn’t place in all the
fucking frenzy.

There was a distinctive beep-beep coming from somewhere,
my conscious mind was not able to determine where it was
coming from, or what it meant, but my subconscious mind
knew that my Watch was triggering an alarm to notify me
that someone with a KEY was trying to get in the house.
(I had Master Locked it, so the door could either be
opened from inside or with my phone’s master app.)

The beeping continued for some 2-3 minutes and I
continued my fucking relentlessly. It seemed like the
beeping was extending my explosion point with every
beep, accumulating all the pressure for a big bang
explosion.

I continued ravaging Bhabhi’s throat, and the beeping
continued!

Deep in my subconscious mind I knew that other than the
two of us in the room there was only one person who
could have a key. My brother!

‘Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong’ finally came an
insisting sound of door bells.

The door bell pushed me over the top, and I exploded
deep in Bhabhi’s throat spewing all my cum directly in
her food pipe.

The door bell and the orgasm must have broken my trance.
As I was draining my cum in Bhabhi’s throat realisation
of reality was flooding my brain. I immediately became
aware of where I was, what I had done. And more
importantly!

“Bhayya is HERE!”

Shit!

To be continued in next chapter…

Author’s Note: The idea for the central theme of this
chapter Devar-Bhabhi- assfuck came from the first ever
erotic story I ever read almost a decade ago.
I have developed the story as per my imagination and
narration style with an aim to continue it to make a
book with at least 20 chapters. This is a Homage to that
story which opened a new world for me.

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