Two Aristocratic Bengalee Families
A: Chowdhury Family
1. Sharmila Chowdhury, 30 yrs, Bengalee Playback singer.
2. Samaresh Chowdhury, 36 yrs, Bank Manager, Sharmila’s husband.
3. Soumya Chowdhury, ** yrs, Student of class-vii, Sharmila’s only son.
B: Khan Family
1. Parveen Khatun, 32 yrs, TV serial actress.
2. Mansoor Ali Khan, 38 yrs, Cameraman, Parveen’s husband.
3. Hafiz Ali Khan, Class-ix student, Parveen’s elder son.
4. Hanif Ali Khan, Class-vii student, Parveen’s younger son.
Although Sharmila Chowdhury was accomplished in all types of songs, this renowned Bengalee singer of Kolkata was mainly familiar with Classical Songs and her passion was Rabindrasangeet. More than two hundred superhit Rabindrasangeets by her was the proof. Her established husband and a willing teenage son with luxurious life made herself a happy woman. But recently she was distributed by her baby son’s attitude and behaviour, as he became very much shy, kept himself lodged mainly in his room.
In this juncture, one day when she was rearranging his son’s bedroom she became a little shocked by what she found under her son’s mattress. She had been cleaning her son’s room when she came upon the boy’s stash of porn. Although any type of porn was easily obtained in internet nowadays, hard copies of porn magazines also available in easy access.
The magazines showed picture after picture of naked south-indian bgrade actresses, posing in the most obscene ways imaginable. Their fleshy legs spread to reveal their moist cunts, their hands pushing their big boobs up and offering them to the camera. Women masturbating themselves with fingers, carrots, cucumbers, wax-candles and even hair-brushes. One magazine showed several women and men engaged in various sex acts.
The novel was an outrageous incest story of a matured film-actress who seduced and had sex with various young crew-boys of film-unit and lastly she seduced her own baby son. It was written crudely, using obscene words and at first Sharmila had sneered at the crassness and nastiness of it. But, as she read more, she felt her own pussy heating up and moistening. Upon reflection she didn’t know why she should be so shocked.
Sharmila knew boys and men enjoyed this kind of thing. But, Soumya was so young! How could he have gotten hold of the obscene material? From where did he collect or who might be supplied? His only closed friend was Hanif but he was also a baby. Oh my God! How should I tackle this awkward situation!
It seemed to her that just yesterday he had been a sweet little kindergartener beaming at her as he showed her his latest creation from school and babbling to her about his little friends on the playground. She let the book drop into her lap and considered. He encircled his mother’s neck, kissed her soft cheeks and Sharmila also hugged her loving baby boy. But now Soumya wasn’t that little boy anymore. He was nearly **yrs old now. Of course she had seen his naked body occasionally in the bathroom which he forgot to lock and didn’t notice intently but now his body changed too much.
However Sharmila herself also was casual about nudity when her son was not in house. She was nearly naked herself. She wore only a thin short maxi of light cotton and a pair of slippers, her usual cleaning attire. Her large boobs were almost out of the top of the thing.
She thought about her son’s young body, when he was bathing few days ago without locking the door. He was almost hairless at his crotch. A little peach fuzz was just started developing, too light to show, really. His body was still slim, but muscular, in the way young boys were. She had thought his little penis was rather large for his age. It wasn’t hard, but even soft it hung a good six and a half inches from his naked groin. His scrotum was still blackish, but growing larger, a nice little handful.
What was she thinking! It’s wrong and sin to think such nasty about her own son. But she couldn’t control herself. She actually was imagining what it would be like to cup her own son’s young balls in her hand. She had felt a stab of pure lust in her groin that made her pussy tingle and grown even moister. She looked down at herself. The bottom of the maxi had pulled upward and she could see her pubes. She realized she was dripping and that her womanly juices were staining her son’s bed sheets.
No matter, she was going to wash them anyway, but still! Thoughts of her son’s boyish equipment were turning her on. She wondered how son’s dick looked hard. She reached between her legs and gave her cunt a squeeze. It must have been that filthy book, she thought, that was making her have these incestuous thoughts. She hardly dared name them. She looked through the last magazine.
A man of nearly forty and a boy of only twelve were having wild sex with the beautiful thirty-nine yrs old South-indian bgrade film-actress Roshini. Picture after picture, hardly any text. The man with his cock deep in the actress’s hairy cunt while she had the boy’s baby cock in her mouth. The boy was very cute and seemed to be enjoying having his slim boyish cock blown.
More pictures of the boy fucking his cock into the matured actress’s dripping pussy. The man licking at the place where boy-cock and actrss’s cunt were joined as he jacked off his big cock. Astoundingly hot pictures of the kid on his knees at the edge of the bed, his slender cock rock hard, his face stuffed into the woman’s slick cunt folds.
The last few were the most amazing to Sharmila. The boy was now fucking the matured film-actress’s cunt, and after some time he withdrew his cock from her cunt. Then slightly bending forward he pushed his dick into her slimy asshole and from beneath the man was now fucking the actrss’s cunt with upward thrust. Oh my God! The bgrade malayalam film-actress was now experiencing two cocks in her pussy and asshole at the same time. Then, the man’s prick withdrawn and shooting a huge load on the actress’s beautiful face. Another shot of the boy withdrawing his prick and shooting a load of jizz on her asshole and pussy lips.
His young prick looked slick with juices. He had a look of pure joy on his cute face. Sharmila hadn’t even noticed she was rubbing her own cunt until she felt her climax rushing upon her. It was too late to stop it. She gazed with glassy eyes at the hot sight of the baby boy, his body stretched up and back like a bow, his own rampant cock shooting its little load of immature male seed on the actress’s juicy holes.
Without thinking the renowned Bengalee singer Sharmila Chowdhury shoved a finger deeply up herself. Using her thumb to rub her clit furiously, she trembled all over, mewing and gasping, and came. Her orgasm rocked her from head to foot. She thought about her own baby son doing those things with her and warm juices gushed from her opening and coated her hand.
“Oh, Somu! My dear Somu sona!” Sharmila cried out, using her favorite pet name for her young boy. Suddenly she knew what she wanted. It didn’t matter if it were right or wrong. She wanted to suck his baby cock, to feel it up her cunt. To have him sucking her titties like a baby and fucking the shit out of her! She gasped as another hot climax rushed on the heels of the first. She writhed on the bed, her maxi falling open to reveal her still slender and shapely body.
Sharmila Chowdhury jammed another finger up her cunt franticly and sawed them in and out, lost in the thrilling and forbidden sensations. Oh, she was cumming on her son’s bed, she could smell him in the room still, the enticing and yet familiar odor of him. She fell back on the narrow bed her legs wide open and thrashed her head about, her face a mask of orgasmic lust.
She arched her back and fingered herself shamelessly and came and came. Finally, she fell back exhausted. As she drifted a little with the pink pleasure of her orgasm flowing from her, she thought of how she could make her dreams come true, how she could seduce her precious baby son and show him what a good time he could have with his Mamoni.
Upon closer examination of the pictures, Sharmila noticed how in every case the film-actres’s cunt was shaved. Either she had no hair, or just a narrow fuzzy strip. She thought that her son might be into this, might prefer shaved pussies to look at.
And at that moment the face of Soumya’s friend ( Hanif ) came to her mind, another cute baby boy. The boy was doubtful to her. He came from a large and very rich family on the other side of town. Although he was polite, to her and her husband, he had a reputation for being a wild boy.
And Sharmila was sure he was trying to undress her with his lustful eyes when he was around her. He was always staring at her tits. When she had caught him at it he hadn’t seemed the least embarrassed. He just grinned sheepishly and had turned to follow his friend to Soumya’s room. Little wolf! She was confirmed that Hanif was probably the one who had given her innocent son the porn magazines.
Sharmila thought of herself as worldly in matters of sex and she was no prude, far from it. She didn’t mind the kid’s interest in her body, rather she enjoyed it but she still thought it a bit… impertinent… somewhat precocious. If she knew the truth about the kid she would have been deeply, deeply shocked. She had no idea… She had no way of knowing at that moment, that the last magazine, with its graphic, perverted images were pictures of young Hanif Ali Khan’s own family!
Next day when Sharmila’s son was out with his father for some urgent repairings of the house, she again walked over and knelt before her son’s bed and reached under the mattress, searching for his porn stash. She wanted to read that dirty incest story again about the celeb mother and her son. She dragged out the magazines and book and spread them out on the bed. The magazine on top caught her attention.
It was another one with the Matured women and the young boys. The cover showed a boy’s cock, in close-up, fucking into a woman’s open cunt. Sharmila felt a longing for boy-cock as she stared at the hot image. She turned the cover and started to look through it. Her eyes lit on a shot of the boy between the woman’s legs, his little cock driving into her.
Sharmila suddenly realized that the woman looked familiar to her. She knew that face. Who could it be? It came to her. Her mouth dropped open in shock. It was the Ali Khan boy’s mother! The famous TV serial actress! That was unmistakably Parveen Khatun lying on that bed with her elder son’s cock in her open twat! That slut! She thought. She’d always thought Parveen Khatun was a really nice sober woman.
Although Parveen Khatun was a famous actress in TV serial, she was unable to acquire any major role in cinema. She has to be satisfied by small roles of sister, sister-in-law or as a heroine’s friend in big-buget cinemas.
Sharmila herself a big fan of her acting, didn’t miss any episode of her superhit bengali serial “Bhagni Nibedita”. She turned the page, her cheeks burning. She got another shock when she realized the man in the magazine was her husband Mansoor Ali Khan.
Oh! my God, they are such dirty perverts! How could they do such things among themselves? Father, Mother and Son together! And in a hardcore porn film! It’s may not be a matter of fact in European countries, but in Bengal! Actually so-called old cultural values are now destroyed through easy availability of porn in mobile. A large no. of women in Bengal as well as in India of high society were now involved in hardcore porn film. Sharmila thought all and immersed into turmoil. And above all how could her innocent baby son acquired this nasty magazines.
Now Sharmila was sure that her son had gotten it from either them or the boy. She felt so angry. But then it hit her. Why did she feel that way? After all, wasn’t she herself was dreaming the same vulgar thing? She flushed with embarrassment and felt entirely mixed up.
She continued to flip through the pages, shaking her head as she viewed them. Now she could clearly recognise that the kid was none other than Hanif Ali Khan’s older brother Hafiz Ali Khan. She knew the kid slightly. He was a little hoodlum and would be about **yrs now, student of only class-ix, and running wild on the streets.
Sharmila looked more closely at the adult couple. She had to admit that Parveen Khatun looked really good, despite the two kids. She was short and that in itself made her look more youthful. But she also had great skin, her huge boobs were getting a bit saggy, which increased her sexiness.
Mansoor was actually kind of sexy. He was like a trim bear, a little stocky like his wife but not fat, not really. The guy was a bit too… lecherous for her taste. He was always making suggestive jokes in mixed company. It bothered her, but she pretended to laugh it off. He always stared at her boobs, too, just like her two impertinent sons.
But still, as Sharmila looked at his body and his thick cock thrusting from his bristling groin she felt her pussy tingle. As she turned the pages she came upon one that she hadn’t noticed before. The cute elder boy Hafiz Ali Khan was on his knees and his mother Parveen Khatun was standing over him. The kid’s cock was standing up as hard as a poker. His face was up to his mother’s pussy. Her eyes zeroed in on her cunt.
Parveen Khatun was pissing! Pissing right in her elder son’s open mouth! His cheeks were streaked with drops of her yellow urine. Parveen’s husband was squatting just behind the boy, his hands caressing the kid’s sides, smiling and seemingly encouraging the kid to drink his mother’s precious urine.
Sharmila clutched her own pussy. She was moistening down there, she noticed. She stared at that filthy image and before she knew it she was fingering herself. The hot picture was turning her on. She looked down at the boy’s erection. It looked so hard and Sharmila’s mouth watered for it. She desperately wished that she and her son Soumya were doing the same thing. She had no idea, doubted even that her son would do such a thing. But if the son was anything like the father…
Sharmila almost doubled over with a pre-orgasmic shudder. Oh! Maa Kali, she thought, I’m so fucking horny! I just have to cum! She diddled at her clit and shoved a finger up her slippery cunt-chute. She spread her knees and masturbated herself shamelessly as she stared at the obscene picture. She was so caught up in playing with her pussy that at first she didn’t hear the doorbell ringing. When she did register it she ripped her fingers out of her cunt and looked around wildly. Recovering a little she rose and wrapped the saree around her tightly.
She smelt her pussy juice on her fingers and quickly licked the fingers to clean them. She hurried to the front door and opened it a crack. She peered through the crack of the door and saw that it was Soumya’s friend, little Hanif Ali Khan. What a strange coincidence! As usual the little wolf’s eyes went straight to her tits. He grinned and looked up at her after taking in her whole body.
“Soumya here aunty ?” He asked and bending forward he touched Sharmila’s feet. She blessed him and replied, “No…Hanif beta, no he’s not. He and his father have gone to the market to collect some household equipments.” Her head refused to clear from its sex-fog. She shook it a little, her silky hair falling in her eyes. She brushed back a handful and looked at him. Actually the boy wasn’t bad looking at all. A little smaller and thinner ( four feet and 35 kgs ) than her son, but all in all a cute kid for a **year-old. Her mind flashed on the image of the boy’s older brother, drinking pee from his mother’s hairy cunt.
“Ohh aunty, apni thik achen to?” The boy said, looking at her with a worried expression. “I hope I didn’t bother you.”
“Oh, no, not at all Hanif . I’m fine, really. I was just… doing my exercises… and I guess I’m a little winded. I’m sorry.” Sharmila stammered.
His pouting look was so cute, she thought. She felt a pang in her groin. Lord, what was she becoming! She suddenly wanted the boy. Wanted to grab him and take him to her bedroom and rip off his clothes! She struggled with her feelings for a second or two, standing there in the doorway. But her lust won out. She knew the kid was probably at least acquainted with sex. How could he not be when his mother and father were both acting in porn films who used their own oldest child also as a porn actor?
Sharmila gave the kid a big smile,” Well, I know your friend isn’t at home, but why don’t you visit with me a while? I guess I’m a little lonely too with my men gone.”
“Really? Satti bollchen aunty!.” Hanif’s eyes glittered in joy. “Come on in, Hanif .” She opened the door and let the boy in. As he passed her she could smell his boyish sweat and felt another series of hot tingles in her belly.
“Oh, and you don’t have to call me aunty Hanif sona. Just call me Kakima”.
“Okay, aun. …..I mean Kakima.” The boy stammered as he wasn’t accustomed to address by the word Kakima.
Then Sharmila brought the porn magazines from her son’s room, threw those to Hanif and asked, ” Do you give these to my son?”
“Yes Kakima, but those are some hot pics, isn’t ?” he said in a low, insinuating voice.
“Those pictures are filthy!” She muttered angrily,”Utter filth. Your parents are awful! Nasty!”
“Why? I was there when they took those pictures. Everyone was having a good time. They never forced my brother to do anything he didn’t want to do. My brother loved it or he wouldn’t have done it.”
“But Hanif, it’s wrong! Your elder brother just a kid ! Not only that, he can’t do that vulnerable things with his own mother, it’s a sin. The God wouldn’t forgive you !” Sharmila explained.
“No no Kakima, you are too much backdated. Nowadays brother-sister, father-daughter, mother-son relationship are maintained only with physical pleasure?” Little Hanif convinced Sharmila like a matured man.
“I can’t believe you! I mean, your parents were having sex with your elder brother! That’s incest! Although it is nothing in developed countries, but in India specially here…it’s impossible.”
“Again you are wrong, may be you’re aren’t aware of this but incest in Bengal is spread almost in every village and town. However I guess you’d know all about our family it wouldn’t you?” Hanif said. He dropped the magazine and approached her. He reached out and shoved his hand up her thigh, causing her to gasp.
Sharmila grabbed his wrist and thrust it away. “Stop it, Hanif. Stop it right now. I think you’d better leave.” She said, practically hissing. She was angry, but at the same time she was aroused. She tried to keep her expression forbidding.
The boy shrugged. “Have it your own way, then. Don’t worry about it, I am not going to tell your son or others and ruin a good thing of your family. Your secret’s safe with me. But, believe me, you don’t know what you are missing, Kakima. I’m hella good in bed. Mummy and Abbajan taught me a lot about how to make love, especially Mummy. I’ll bet you’ve never had anyone as good as I am at eating pussy!” He laughed softly and stared right in her eyes. The boy knew and liked what he saw there.
Sharmila’s eyes were getting that glassy look, the look of lust. She sneered a little. Damn, the kid was so brazen. It turned her on that the youngster was such a little lothario. She felt stymied. If she angered the boy and rejected him, he might take it out on her by telling someone what he knew and there by damaged her family’s sober and aristocratic image. On the other hand, she didn’t just want to give in like some cheap tart. She decided to try a brazen approach.
“Hah! You? I’ll bet you’ve never even had sex. I don’t believe that even your filthy pervert parents allow you to commit sex that they obviously are, would have sex with a boy your age.” She let go off her only saree and let it fall open. She put her hands on her hips and looked at him defiantly. “Go ahead, mister, take a good look. You’ve been ogling my breasts for months now. Go ahead, little boy, show me what you can do, then.”
Sharmila hoped he would back off, intimidated and run home. And she wouldn’t have to do adultery first in her life. But It didn’t work. The boy’s eyes just opened wider and a broad smile crept across his face. He reached up and began to fondle her tits like an expert. “Yeah, I’ve been staring at these for a long time. They’re really nice, prettier than my Mummy. Soumya is lucky to have a such sexy mother.” He said, very softly.
Sharmila felt her knees turn to jelly. She silently cursed when her nipples began to harden visibly under the kid’s caressing fingers. The boy lifted up on his toes as he is 18 inches shorter than Sharmila (5’6″ with 58 kgs ) and put one to his lips. He swiped his tongue over the sensitive tit-nub, causing the woman to gasp before she could stop herself. The boy stuck out his tongue and, still grinning began to lash all over her nipple with it. He breathed heavily and sighed as he licked around on it. He moved his head over to the other breast and did the same to it, licking the stiff nubbin and then taking it in his lips to kiss it. He was doing this with care, very gently but very deliberately.
Sharmila couldn’t speak. She wanted to stop this but her body was betraying her outrageously. Her titties tingled at the tips where the boy’s mouth was stimulating them. The tingles flashed down her belly to her groin and made her cunt moisten. The boy then did something which broke down her last barrier. He suddenly buried his face in her soft breasts and kissed all over them. She suddenly realized he was shaking with lust. She pulled his face up and looked at him wonderingly.
The boy’s bravado was gone. He looked at her with agonizing need plainly written on his rounded features. He almost looked like he was going to cry. “Please, Kakima, please? You are so sexy, so pretty. I’ll never tell. Just please, let me please you! I want you so much!”
The boy’s words melted Sharmila’s soft heart. At the same time it made her laugh a bit. “Gee, I thought you got so much at home.” She said, her eyes sparkling.
“My mother all right, but she’s not as pretty and sexy as you are. You’re gorgeous! I’m so hard right now I’m ready to cum in my shorts! You really turn me on kakima.” Hanif praised.
“Well,” Sharmila giggled, ‘we can’t let that happen can we?” She leaned over and kissed the bridge of his nose.
Hanif beamed at her, hope flashing from his eyes. It nearly broke her heart to see it. “Come on, my pet dog, lets go in my room and get comfortable.” Sharmila said grabbing his shoulders and hugging her to him. She let him go and looked down at his crotch. Sure enough, his little cock was tenting his pants.
“Oh my God,” Sharmila said, reaching down and cupping his crotch, “you certainly are excited.”
The boy groaned. “Please Kakima, don’t do that,” he said, “I’ll cream off if you touch me now!”
Sharmila giggled again. She turned and doing some nude catwalk, walked towards the bedroom, feeling deliciously slutty. For the first time she was leading a young boy to her bedroom other than her husband, utterly nude and swaying her beautiful ass. Hanif stared after his best friend’s mother, his face radiating his delighted joy. He watched that bubbling ass for another second, his cock throbbing and butting against the fabric of his shorts. He gave out a low whistle as he watched her pear-shaped ass moving away from him. The boy knew this was going to be a lot of fun.
As soon as they entered the room Hanif began to strip. He pulled off his shirt and tore at his pants He slid both the pants and underpants down together. His boyish poker sprung out and smacked his tummy. He kicked off his shoes and moved up behind the woman, his thin arms encircling her waist. He rubbed his cock in the soft divide of her asscheeks and kissed her back, all down the buttons of her spine.
Sharmila shivered. She turned her body in his arms and felt his wet cock brush over her thighs. She draped her arms over his skinny shoulders and bent down to kiss his pink lips. Hanif’s mouth opened on contact and he pushed his tongue into her. He wriggled it over her tongue and then pulled it back and sucked her tongue into his mouth. His hands went to her tits and he fondled them, rubbing his little thumbs over the sensitive nipples.
Sharmila was surprised at how expert the kid was. He was touching her just the right ways, sucking on her tongue like it gave him life. He ran a hand down her belly and toyed lightly with her cunt lips. Shit, the kid really knew his stuff! He was getting her high with his lovemaking. She broke the kiss almost panting.
“Wow, I guess you do know something about this after all,” Sharmila said, in a near-whisper.
Hanif giggled. “It’s easy, when you’re so beautiful. Why don’t you lay back on the bed now and let me show you some more. I really wanna lick this… all over.” He said, strumming her wet pussy lips. He stroked a single finger over her pearl-like clit, making Sharmila moan. His other fingers began to push into her and he wriggled them around petting the inner walls with a sure touch.
“Yes, oh yes, baby, I’d like that.” Sharmila murmured. She let herself fall back on the bed, splaying her legs, letting them drape at the knees over the edge.
The boy moved with her, never taking his fingers out of her even as he fell to his knees in front of her. Then he looked up her body, sniffing the wonderful scent of her and slowly withdrew his gleaming digits. He grinned at her like a naughty kid and brought them to his face and stuck them in his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes closing with delight, as he tasted her.
“Mmmm! You taste so good!” Hanif said, as he pulled his fingers out of his sucking lips. “I want more!” He reached up with both hands and put his thumbs into her soft slit and pulled her open. His boner jerked when he looked in and saw her juices coating the ruby insides. He pushed his face up to her and let his tongue loll out. He got up close so that his hot breath rushed over her throbbing bud and began to take broad swipes up and down the inner lining. He let his face fall onto her and rubbed his nose around on her clit while he stiffened his writhing licker and pushed it into her honey-hole. He French-kissed her pussy like he had her lips, slurping around in her and sucking down her tasty juices.
Sharmila propped herself up with her arms and gasped as she saw and felt the boy’s eager ministrations to her cunt. “Oh god! Oh Baby, what are you doing to me! Oh, do it, Hanif sona, do it for me, honey!’ She babbled. She humped her cunt into his face and felt his probing further up her and his lips nibbling against her pussy folds.
Hanif rubbed his nose on her clitty even harder. It was clear the kid was really getting into eating out her juicy slot, worshiping her cunt. He wallowed his face in her juicy opening like a doggie eating out of a bowl. Then he slid his face down, grabbing her ass cheeks and stuffing his face up her ass. His lips sought out her tender brown asshole and he licked at it feverishly. He was entering her with his little tongue, pushing it up her shithole, twisting his face and trying to root up it with all his might.
Sharmila howled with abandoned delight. Never had she been rimmed so well, so enthusiastically. The kid was like a wild little animal, driving her crazy with pleasure. “Oh Bhagaban ! Oh Maa Kali !” she chanted her favourite Goddess name as he rutted up her. She felt her body convulsing in a wild climax. The kid was going to make her cum just by sucking her crinkled asshole!
Hanif clutched at her asscheeks and pushed his tongue in to the root. He loved doing this to a woman, tickling up her shitter until he made her cream. He knew he was giving the woman wonderful orgasmic pleasures and it spurred his own lust. He was almost ready to shoot off himself just from loving up her holes!
Sharmila pulled her legs up, grasping them behind the knees and spread her butt-cheeks wide for the boy. Without taking his head out of her ass he reached up with one hand and cupped her pussy. He let his fingers play over it, touching her clitty and dipping his fingers into her open hole. The woman threw back her head, her eyes rolling up, panting like she was dying. With a loud wailing cry she came!
Rolling drops of cunt juice ran out of her and over the boy’s fingers. It dripped down his forehead as he pressed his face into her and wriggled his tongue around in her sensitive ass walls. She was driven mad by the wonderful thrills the kid gave her guts. Her hands clutched and tore at the bedspread and her head flew back and forth. Her tummy convulsed and rippled erotically. Lightening flashed behind her eyes; thunder seemed to roll over her in hot waves.
Still the little love-boy fucked her nipping shithole with his pink tongue. While she was still cumming, Hanif jumped up onto the balls of his feet. He centered his slim prick to her pouting asshole and shoved it straight into her, not stopping until he was buried in her to his slippery nuts.
“AHHH! Ohhhh Gudmarani re” Hanif screamed using bengali obscene words, and grabbed her thighs and began moving his cock in and out of her.
“Oh, SHIT! OH Bhagaban !” Sharmila cried, her voice mingling with the boy’s high-pitched moans. She was shocked by the sudden invasion of her anal opening. There was pain, but it was such a delicious, head-ringing pain, mixed with heart-pounding thrills! She squealed and moved his ass for him, pushing it up to his hairless groin and rotating it to feel his hot cock swirl into her sensitive shit-tube.
Another orgasm tore through Sharmila as she reveled in feeling his digging prick jabbing in and out her asshole. Wildly she thought the little boy must have missed her cunt somehow, but she was totally care less! The kid’s prick was giving her so much dirty pleasure, making her feel like a wanton slut!
Hanif whipped his hips, thrusting strongly up her spasming asshole and panting like a puppy. “Ooohh, Oh, Kakima…amar sonamani, tomar pond mere ki aram ohhhh … great! Oh, squeeze me, squeeze me! Oh GOD! CUMMING!!!”
He fell over her his writhing tummy rubbing warmly into her cunt and pubes. He gritted his teeth and sent his slender cock in deep and spunked. Hot shots of boy-seed splattered her ass walls and ran into her. He moaned and pressed his pelvis into her parted ass-flesh. His hands ran up her belly and massaged her sides as he came off.
Oh this the kid knew what he was doing all right, Sharmila thought. His feverishly roaming hands and his spurting kiddy-dick was making her cum again! She felt hot flashes of lust shoot through her as she accepted his cum-wads up her ass!
Hanif pulled his still spurting prick out of her and crawled up over her splayed open body. A shot of crystal cum shot over her shaved groin. Then he centered the jerking knob at her pussy hole and slid it up her. Sharmila gasped and grabbed the boy’s sweaty, skinny butt with both hands, urging him in.
“Yeah, I’m going in your sweet pussy now, Kakima! Gonna fuck it for you baby, gonna fuck all your holes! You want it, my sweet Kakima, want me to fuck your pussy, your ass, your mouth?” He pinched lightly at her stiff nipples as he rammed his rampant boy-cock up her cunt.
“Yes, Oh yes! Fuck me Hanif, fuck me anywhere you want! I’m yours, Oh god, I’m so yours!” Sharmila humped her pelvis to his as he drove into her to the balls.
Allah!, this hindu housewife is so hot! Hanif thought as he buried his muslim circumcised penis in her hindu pussy. Her pussy was squeezing and sucking on his little cock like it wanted to pull it right off him! Well, if she wanted his cock so much he was really going to give it to her! He steadied himself with his arms straight on either side of her large, voluptuous body and hunched his ass at her, driving his tingling cock in and out of her talented cunt for all he was worth.
Being a merely four feet height, his head was level with her jiggling tits. Oh, how he had lusted over those hot looking jugs, and now he could have them all he wanted. He buried his head in the silky flesh, licking and sucking, showering them with fevered kisses. She was clutching at his ass and spreading her legs so wide her knees were practically touching the bed. He wanted to get her really hot, make her crazy. He started to talk dirty to her, using nasty bengali khisti .
“Ohhhh Gudmarani Khankichudi re, magi tor bachcha chele diye chodar sakh! You like little boys like me fucking you? Huh? Boys like me, playing with your body, fuckin’ all your holes? Like being my slutty Kakima, naki re khanki ?” Hanif smacked his groin into hers and rubbed his gleaming belly over her vibrating clit.
Sharmila was beyond reason. “Yes, yes!’ She whimpered.
“Did you like how I sucked your pussy, Kakima ? And your sweet asshole?”
“Yes! I loved it… Oh you’re such a dirty boy, oooh! God, fuck me kid!” She clutched at his hips and rubbed her hands up his sweaty sides.
“Oh, baby! Work your sweet pussy for me, like a good khankimagi ! You have no idea what a dirty boy I am.” He panted, as he worked his little body on hers.
“Did you like that picture of my elder brother taking my mummy’s piss? Pretty… hot… wasn’t it?” He said, punctuating his words with digging thrusts into her grasping cunt.
“Yes… It was so fucking hot! Would you do that too, you horny little brat?” Sharmila answered him, admitting for the first time how turned on she had been to the golden shower shot.
“I’d love to feed you naughty boys all my hot piss!”
“Shit, my brother loves it more. He’s real horny for the stuff. He’d do it. You want us both to play with you Kakima ? Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Oh god, you’re making me cum again! Suck my titties, baby and make me cum off good! Yes, I want you both… both!”
Sharmila babbled as her orgasm began to peak within her. Just as her climax hit her Hanif pulled his cock out of her and scrambled up her body. “No! Don’t take it out!” She wailed but he was already sitting on her tits. He pushed his slimy cock at her mouth.
“Suck me! Suck my prick and I’ll let you piss in my mouth. He prodded the dripping tip at her slightly parted lips. “Come on, Kakima, wouldn’t you like to flood a little boy’s mouth with your hot piss? To see me gulping it down? Just suck my cock and I’ll let you do that!” Hanif hissed.
Sharmila was beyond any rational thought at this point. Her cunt itched and ached and her brain whirled with the picture of the boy being under her body swallowing her hot salty urine. She opened her lips and let the boy slide his thin boner in. She closed her soft lips around it and sucked at it as he fed it all to her. She could taste her pussy cream, her ass, his sweet kiddy- cum on it and she licked all around it like it was a perverse lollypop.
The boy groaned and fell over her on his hands and knees. He began to fuck her face with his little cock. His naked hairless nuts slapped and smeared her chin. “Oh! That’s right, Kakima, suck it… suck it!” he cried, his high voice echoing around the room. “Gonna feed you my cum, my darling Kakima and then I’m gonna suck your hot piss… Right from your tasty… cunt!”
Hanif bounced his hairless crotch on the famous bengali singer’s sucking lips, driving his prick through her wildly sucking mouth. Sharmila wrapped her tongue around the boy’s thrusting boner and sucked it for all she was worth. With one hand she clutched at her slick cunt ramming two and then three fingers in and twisting them, bringing herself to another shuddering orgasm. She thrilled to how aggressive the little kid was being, fucking her mouth like it was another cunt. The boy had now taken her in all three fuckholes.
From the way Hanif’s young cock was swelling and his hairless balls were drawing up it was clear he was about to dump his load of boy-cum in her greedy mouth soon. She ripped her hand from her cunt and grabbed the kid’s humping ass with both hands. She slid her wet fingers into the crack of his ass and groped for his tiny asshole. She founds the moist slit and pushed one slimy finger into it. She could feel the rubbery ring grip and nip at her fingertip.
The baby boy of **yrs howled with joy and Sharmila pushed it up him in a single long stroke. The kid’s hole opened around it and accepted her thrusting digit easily. She rammed it deep and swirled it around in him, hitting his spongy prostate. Hanif’s thin boyish cock flexed in her mouth and the kid screamed in ecstasy.
“Oh shit! Do it, Gudmarani Khanki re, ar parlam ne re magi, Oh, OHH! Hhhhhhhh amar mal beruchche ree eeeeee. …!” Hanif wailed. He fell on her, his belly smacking her face, nearly smothering her. His cock sank into the back of her mouth. The woman could feel the kid’s balls pressing at her lower lip.
Hanif’s cock jerked and hot jets of boy-jizz spat out the end and painted the opening to her throat with thick, slimy prick-juice. The boy pulled his pelvis back and let his spurting prick fill her hungry mouth. Sharmila thrust her finger in and out of his asshole roughly, massaging his love-gland, causing the boy’s thin prick to spunk even harder and fill her cheeks with his sweet spunk. She swallowed it, thrilling to the pungent flavor and sucked on the tip of his dick to draw out more.
Sharmila found she couldn’t get enough of this boy’s delicious fuck-cream. She squeezed her lips on the shooting shaft and milked him for more. The four feet small kid was rolling his head from side to side, amazed at the intensity of his own climax. He looked down at the thrilling sight of his cock in her mouth. Her hair was spread out over the pillow in damp waves. Her face was smeared with sweat and gleaming juices from the both of them.
Hanif had always wanted to fuck this hindu celeb singer but he never thought he’d be getting so animal wild with her. But Sharmila Chowdhury, being devoted only to her husband, now seemed to be a total slut for a Muslim boy-cock. As he felt his cock pulsing cum into her he imagined how much fun it would be if his elder brother Hafiz Ali were there with them.
Ohhhh Allah, what they could show her then! Slowly he pushed himself up and sat back as his cock wilted slightly in her mouth. He looked down at her lovingly. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was whimpering around him, obviously in the throes of yet another orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed and her hot breath rushed over his wet groin. He let her suck his dick while she came off, and then, as she came down, he raised up on his feet and pulled it from her gently. Her hand fell limply from his ass, the finger slithering out, sending another tickling thrill through him. He swung his slim leg over her lightly and them plopped down on his knees beside her. He kissed her breasts again, and ran his hands over her torso and down her belly.
Sharmila was so soft and warm, and moist all over from their combined sex-sweat. Hanif bent over her and kissed down her tummy, trailing his tongue over her sometimes, and tasting her. “Oh, my sona Kakima, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed as he played his lips over her.
At his age Hanif was easily excited again and his prick which had never gone completely down, now lengthened up his flat tummy again as he felt her, tasted her, smelt her.
For the moment Sharmila was too wiped out to do much. She lay there and let the boy do what he wanted. She reached down and toyed with his sweaty hair as he played his lips over her. She smiled like a cat that had gotten the cream and gazed down at the naked kid. She was amused to see his little cock boning up again as he explored her. He was licking around her belly button now, and dipping his tongue into it, making her giggle with a thrill. The boy didn’t stop there. He was headed back down, over her soft rounded pubes nosing out her gaping cunt. He got to it and kissed her clitty bud and suckled at it, very gently then moved lower, pressing his fevered lips to her wrinkled cunt lips.
“Ooooh! It’s so sweet!” Hanif said, in a half-squeal. “I love it, honey. I love you all over. I-I…” His tongue lapped over her folds like he was licking an ice-cream cone. “I love to taste you, Kakima ! I want to taste all of you, all of you! Are ya gonna do it? I want you to so much! I want your piss… Oh fuck! Your real piss!” He pointed his tongue and licked her piss- hole, probing it and pleading for what it could squirt for him.
Sharmila Chowdhury, the great Bengalee singer became amazed at the kid’s enthusiasm. He sounded like a little boy begging for a cookie or a new toy. “Do you have any idea what a nasty boy you are?” She laughed, stroking her long fingers through his dark hair affectionately.
“I know,” Hanif said in a near whisper, “I’m a nasty, horny little boy. I sucked your sweet asshole Kakima and your cunt. I’ve let my mother do it… let her pee in my mouth, but I’ll bet yours would be much nicer. Please?” he murmured in between laps at her cunt. He moved a little lower and pushed his tongue into her cunt-hole. He sucked out some of her pussy-slime.
Sharmila sucked in her breath. She was responding to the child’s horny enthusiasm. She felt their roles reversing and she knew the boy wanted her to dominate him now. And she wanted to do that, too. She wanted to see him kneeling in front of her, eating her cunt and taking her golden urine into his dirty little mouth. She clutched at his hair and pulled him away from her.
“Get on the floor on your knees, you dirty little boy”, Sharmila said, pointing to the rug beside the bed. Hanif eagerly scrambled down and fell to his knees. His little slick cock wagged in front of him. He was smiling broadly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He gazed up at her as she swung her legs out and propped herself up on her elbows. She pushed her crotch right up at the boy’s beaming face.
The kid leaned in sniffing and filling his lungs with the scent of pussy. He bent forward, extending his pink tongue and began to lap at her folds. Then he dug in and licked into her and up over her vibrating clit. He wormed his tongue all over her tingling cunt, stopping to kiss at her piss-hole.
“Piss for me, Kakima, my sona darling ! I want all your golden pee,” Hanif begged. He gazed up at her over her puffy mound, his eyes two large pools of deep need. He reached up and cupped the undersides of her thighs, stroking with his thumbs and kneading her soft flesh.
Sharmila felt her bladder relaxing. A spurting stream of hot piss gushed from her cunt into the boy’s wide-open mouth. It hit the back of his throat with enough force to make him choke and cough.. He quickly recovered, swallowing the salty urine down and opened wide for more. She couldn’t wait any longer. She let it come, pissing strongly and filling the kid’s eager mouth.
Hanif let the hot brew flow in. It ballooned his cheeks and rapidly filled his mouth like a faucet filling a glass. Just as it poured over his lips and ran over his chin he gulped it down. He began to eagerly guzzle it as it came, straight from Sharmila’s messy pussy. He thrilled to the tangy saltiness of it, its warm, pungent smell. He let it fill his mouth once more then bent his head down and let it shower into his hair. Her piss soaked his head, plastering his hair to his skull. It rained over his ears and over his billowing cheeks. It trickled down his neck and sides, and over his smooth, thin chest.
Then Hanif turned his face up into the flow and opened his lips again, loving how it stung his eyes and dripped into his flaring nostrils. He wanted her piss everywhere! He leaned back and let her stinging spray hit him square on the chest. He jogged up his hips to feel it drum against his twitching cock and his tingling balls. As the flow arched lower he let his face fall into her pissing cunt and drank, sucking it out of her like he was dying of thirst. He was moaning and shaking and dripping from head to toe in her hot golden urine.
Sharmila Chowdhury groaned with lust seeing the kid bathing and gulping at her piss-flow. She felt a sharp pang of lust hit her in the belly as she stared at the wild sight. The kid was sucking hard at her open cunt. His naked body gleamed all over. She didn’t care that she was making a mess on the rug. She didn’t care about anything except what she was doing and how the kid was enjoying it all. She finally forced the last drops from her.
Hanif licked them up and fell back, his ass resting on his heels, wiping her piss into every pore. He tweaked his wet nipples and rubbed his hands down his tummy. He grasped his rampant cock and spread his legs, beating it off in front of her. “Oh god… Kakima, my darling… It’s so good, so good!” He cried as he fisted his little cock. Droplets of her pee were flung from his wet prick as he fisted it madly.
“Oh, baby, don’t waste it, honey!” Get up here and fuck your Kakima ! Hurry, baby, hurry!” Sharmila spread her legs wider and invited the boy in. Her pussy was the only place the boy had not shot off into and she was desperate to feel him cumming off in it.
Hanif rose to his feet, piss running off of him and down his slim legs. He jumped right on her and pushed his prick down to her pussy lip with his fingers. He thrust it into her sighing and moaning as he pushed straight up her, not stopping until he was buried fully within the great Bengalee celebriy’s eager body.
Sharmila threw her head back and moaned at the top of her voice. She wrapped her legs around the slick, naked kid and humped her shaved groin into his wet pubes. She used her legs to push him back and forth in her, masturbating herself with her wild, young boy-toy.
Hanif fell on top of her and just laid his urine soaking head on her belly and let her do what she wanted with him. He felt her pussy contract and spasm on his pissy cock and knew she was in the throes of yet another wild climax. As her latest orgasm ebbed the boy raised his head and licked at the damp spot he had left on her tummy. Then he looked at her with a demented grin. “I got an idea,” he said, grinning like a monkey.
He forced her legs apart and then reached down to grasp his little ball bag. He pulled them up and then began to push them into her cunt right along with his still embedded cock. Sharmila’s eyes were wide as she watched the boy stuff his hairless testicles in to her body. He managed to slide them both in, grunting with the hot pleasure. He thrust his pelvis firmly to her and wriggled his hips.
“Ah, Allah ! I’m really in your pussy now, huh? Like that? Like having my dick and my berries in your cunt ?” Hanif grinned.
Sharmila didn’t answer. Instead she squeezed her cunt on him, causing him to gasp. The boy felt light headed and breathless. It squeezed, a deep aching pleasure in the pit of his belly. At the same time he felt his cock swelling up rock hard. His eyes crossed and his cheeks flushed dark red. His jaw dropped and pissy drool ran over his bottom lip.
“Oh! OH! I’m gonna cum! Squeeze harder, Kakima, Harder! Squeeze my fucking cum right outta me!” Sharmila grimaced and clamped as hard as she could on his buried cock along the testicles. Hanif’s tummy sucked in almost to his backbone. He let out a choked squeal.
It felt like the woman was trying to suck them off him and right up into her womb. He turned his face to the ceiling and howled at the top of his lungs His cock jerked and throbbed and he came off. His tortured cock jetted hit plashes of crystal juice all over her gushing cunt walls. Her cunt grasped and milked his bruised nuts to send more of his boy-seed into her.
Sharmila managed to raise her body up and she grasped his shoulders and hugged his urine coated thin body to her. She bent down and kissed him fiercely, sucking his lips and running her tongue all around his pissy mouth and across his tiny teeth. Once again she wrapped her legs around his skinny waist and held him in a python-like grip She moaned into his mouth and climaxed hard. Her cunt juices ran over his groin and streaked down his finely muscled thighs.
When they were finally through spending their lust on each other she pulled him up and lay him down on his side next to her. They hugged and kissed and murmured to each other until they fell into a half-doze. Wet, dirty boy and slippery, sex-perfumed lady drifted in a pink cloud of satisfied lust.
End of Ch 1
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