Sperm Donation For Mumtaz – Part 5

Hearing Mumtaz, Ayesha clapped her hands, giggling, and jumped into the centre of the bed. To her right was her bhai, and towards the left was her Bhabhi. She was still sitting, with her saree distorted. The blue petticoat was seen, and a thin nylon saree pallo could not hide her breasts.

“Sorry for the confusion Rajeshji. Feel free and forget that Ayesha is present here,” Mumtaz said, holding out her arms. Still holding the pillow on my crotch, I climbed the bed, lying on Mumtaz. I threw the pillow when my cock was buried in her crotch.

I saw Ayesha staring at me with a naughty smile. I lifted my body off Mumtaz and pulled her pallo, hiding her breasts. Mumtaz’s breasts juggled and shone brightly in the room light. Bending my head, I licked her right nipple, coating it with my saliva and looking up at Ayesha.

Ayesha was staring at her Bhabhi’s boob, getting licked wide-eyed. Winking at her, I took Mumtaz’s nipple in my mouth and sucked it. Both the ladies in the room gave out a loud moan. Alternatively, I sucked both nipples while Ayesha watched.

My right hand searched for the sari knot near Mumtaz’s navel, pulled it out from the petticoat and threw the saree. Brought my face down, kissed her tummy and stopped near the navel. I dipped my tongue in her deep navel and swirled it wetting it.

Mumtaz was holding my hair and wrapping her legs around my back. Her bare thighs were giving me warmth to my shoulders. Her legs and thighs should be exposed, I thought.

I lowered my head to her mound and found the gap in the petticoat where the cord came full circle. The gap was just above her pussy. I dipped my tongue and licked her pussy lips. My fingers untied the petticoat cord and tried to pull it down.

Mumtaz lifted her ass as I removed the petticoat from her legs. Once it came below her pussy, Mumtaz covered her mound with her hand. I threw the petticoat. Looking at Farhan and his sister, I removed Mumtaz’s hand from her pussy, exposing it to them.

Farhan was jerking his cock using his right hand, and I saw Ayesha’s hand on her brother’s hand. My cock had regained its hardness and was seen by Ayesha. Bending, I gave a few licks to Mumtaz’s pussy and saw Ayesha pushing her bhai’s hand away and holding his tiny cock firmly in her right hand.

Her left hand was inside her shirt, playing with her breasts. I thought enough of foreplay. I came up face close to Mumtaz. Resting on my hands, my cock hovering over her pussy, I asked her, “Shall I, Dear?”

Mumtaz’s eyes glowed as I called her dear for the first time. She kissed my chin and said, “I am always ready for you, darling.”

Knowing that my cock was in position, I pushed hard, and my cock penetrated her by spreading her lips wide open.

“Aaahhh…yes…push…push more, Rajeshji,” Mumtaz said, moaning.

I saw Ayesha had removed her shirt and pressed her tiny tits on the bra with one hand. The other hand was still jerking her brother’s cock. Looking at Ayesha’s tiny hand playing with my tiny cock. I pushed my cock deep, and it hit the cervix.

Mumtaz had closed her eyes as her pussy was filled, stretching it and was enjoying herself. I signalled Ayesha to come forward, who looked at me confused but obliged me by bending her upper body a bit, right hand still jerking Farhan’s cock.

My hands went to her back, and unhooking her bra removed it from her shoulders. Ayesha was topless now, and I saw her A-cup breasts. It was like an inverted saucer with long thick nipples. Cupping one breast, I sucked the other fully into my mouth.

Ayesha encircled her arms across my neck and pressed my head to her chest. My free hand unzipped her pant, slipped my fingers into her panties and cupped her pussy. I found her pussy covered with abundant pubic hairs. My fingers found her lips in the hairy jungle.

I dipped my middle finger in the slit and rubbed it thoroughly. Ayesha’s tiny body shivered as I played with her pussy while sucking her tit. After a few seconds, I felt a hand hitting on my chest. I turned and saw Mumtaz glaring at me, saying, “Don’t forget that I am your wife, Rajeshji.”

I stopped sucking her breast and pulled my hand from Ayesha’s pants. Bring my face up, I kissed her lips and whispered, “Farhanji loves getting a blowjob. If you are interested, you can suck him. I know it is incest, but everything is fair in love.”

Ayesha biting my lower lips, whispered, “I am horny. That bastard Imran tricked me. I don’t mind sucking bhai’s dick, but will you fuck me after you finish Bhabhi.”

“I have plans for you. Just play along with me,” saying I pushed her back and smiled at Mumtaz.

“What were you both whispering, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked with curiosity.

“I was saying that I love her long nipples, Mumtazji,” I said.

“Again, Ji, I won’t call nor talk with you if you call me Mumthazji again,” Mumtaz hissed.

“Sorry, dear. Shall we start?” I asked, and she nodded.

Pulling back my cock a bit, I penetrated her again. My cock was well-lubed with her juices, and it made me easy to fuck her making slushing sounds. As I asked, Ayesha was bending and sucking Farhan’s cock.

His one hand was toying with her nipple, and the other hand was trying to get to her pussy. It was difficult for Farhan to reach his sister’s pussy.

“Remove her pants, Farhanji,” I said, turning at Mumtaz said, “Shall we help them, Mumtaz?”

Mumtaz nodded, and we both, holding Ayesha’s pant waistband, pulled it off her hips, ass and thighs. Ayesha straightened her legs, helping us to remove her pant from her legs. I threw the pant and said,” Enjoy your sister’s pussy Farhanji.”

Farhan smiling, dipped his fingers into Ayesha’s panties. He started playing with her pussy while she sucked his tiny cock. Mumtaz pulling my hair, said, “Now can we enjoy ourselves, dear?”

Nodding, I began fucking Mumtaz. She lifted her ass off the bed and tried to fuck me back with full enthusiasm. Her breasts swayed on her chest wildly, and I dug into her deeply and roughly. I ravaged Mumtaz’s pussy for ten minutes, and she was sweating profusely.

I fucked her relentlessly. I saw Ayesha stop sucking and get laid beside her Bhabhi. Her panties were in place but stained with her juices and bread thing hard. Maybe her lips were aching from giving a blowjob.

Mumtaz turning right, cupped her sister-in-law’s tiny tit in her palm and asked, “Did you enjoy sucking your brother’s cock, Ayesha?”

“Yeah, Bhabhi. It was fun. Luckily he didn’t cum in my mouth despite sucking him for ten minutes,” Ayesha said.

Mumtaz twisting Ayesha’s long nipple, said, “He takes a long time to cum, and my lips will be sore. You have nice nipples, Ayesha, like cow udders ready to feed milk.”

“All my boyfriends have teased me about my nipples. Your breasts are gorgeous like the rest of your body. I wish I had a figure like yours, but our parents gave bhai a small dick and gave me small boobs.” Ayesha said with sadness in her eyes.

Mumtaz taking Ayesha’s left, placing it on her right breast, said, “You can play with mine anytime you want. I don’t mind if you want to suck it. Feel free to talk with me. I am like your friend.”

“Is it Bhabhi?” Ayesha jumped and, kneeling, took her Bhabhi’s nipple and began to suck. Her ass was facing me. I pulled her panties down to her knees. Looking at Farhan, I said, “Don’t you want to return the favour to your sister Farhanji?”

Understanding my intention, Farhan came behind his sister and pulled the panties from her legs. He nudged Ayesha to spread her legs which she did. I saw her pussy lips opening up amid the hairy jungle. Farhan parting the pubic hairs, began to lick his sister’s pussy which was dripping lots of juices.

Ayesha was sucking Mumtaz’s breast like a baby and fondling the other. It was supposed to be one-to-one with Mumtaz. But it was turning out to be another orgy like last time. But this time, it was brother and sister joining us. I was still fucking Mumtaz, but the vigour was gone.

I was getting tired and needed a break. Pulling my cock I laid on Mumtaz’s left. Mumtaz turning towards me, wiping my sweat from my face, asked, “Shall I get you a drink Rajeshji?”

Pushing Ayesha from her breast, Mumtaz got up, wriggling her ass went out. Ayesha looked at me, feeling abandoned. I brought my hips close to her face and said, “If you want to taste your Bhabhi, you can suck my cock, Ayesha.”

Looking into my eyes, Ayesha said, “I have never sucked a fucked up cock. I will suck but promise you won’t cum in my mouth.”

“Mumtaz will kill me if I cum in your mouth. That’s reserved for her, don’t worry, I won’t cum till you ask me to,” I said, laughing.

Ayesha, bending, took my cock in her mouth and sucked the head for a few seconds. Dropping her head down took my 8-inch in her mouth, my head hitting the back of her throat. Saliva was pouring from the sides of her lips. I knew she was an experienced cock sucker.

Now she began to bob on my cock fucking it with her mouth while her brother was eating her pussy furiously. Ayesha sucked my cock like a possessed lady for five minutes. Mumtaz came in with four beer pint bottles and was not amused to see her sister-in-law sucking me.

She gave me a bottle and pulled Ayesha’s mouth off my cock. Ayesha looked confusingly at her Bhabhi with teary eyes, cheeks and lips smeared with cum and saliva.

Pushing me a bit took my place, bringing her crotch close to Ayesha’s face and said, “That’s a sample you tasted from Rajeshji’s cock. Come drink it from the source.” Saying she pressed Ayesha’s face to her pussy. Without saying anything, Ayesha began to eat Mumtaz’s pussy.

She was sandwiched between her brother and his wife. I looked under Ayesha, long nipples craving for attention, took both her nipples between my fingers and began to pull them down as if to milk her. Ayesha was mumbling into her Bhabhi’s pussy. Her back was sweating a lot.

Mumtaz felt satisfied as she had turned her sister-in-law into a complete slut. She won’t be able to reveal our illicit relationship to anyone. I also felt relieved as Mumtaz’s marital life would be shaky.

“Are you ready, Rajeshji?” I came to my senses hearing Mumtaz and nodded as I had finished the beer and felt energetic. Mumtaz pushed Ayesha away and broke the oral chain as Farhan, too, got up. Ayesha slept on her back, fully drained out.

Pubic hairs were wet, her breasts reddened, and her face smeared with juices and saliva. I was surprised when I saw Mumtaz coming on top of Ayesha in the 69 position, pressing her pussy to her sister-in-law’s mouth. But she didn’t mouth her pussy as it was hairy.

I was looking at her ass cheeks and upturned pussy. Ayesha was licking her Bhabhi’s clit lazily. “Fuck me, Rajeshji. Let her see you fucking me closely, and she will keep her mouth shut about our affair,” Mumtaz said, turning back to me.

Kneeling behind Mumtaz, lubricated my cock sliding along her wet lips. Her lips were wide open, inviting me. I pushed my cock deep into her with one big thrust. Mumtaz’s body shivered and collapsed on Ayesha’s tiny body. Her soft ass was giving good cushion while I rammed her pussy.

My balls were swaying, hitting Ayesha’s nose, cheeks and forehead. Ayesha opened her eyes and, seeing my balls began to lick them. As it was swinging, she couldn’t, so she was tonguing my cock as it was moving in and out of her Bhabhi pussy. When it was deep inside Mumtaz’s pussy, she would lick her clit.

Bending her head down, Mumtaz was receiving my ramming without any complaints. Farhan was watching his wife getting fucked doggy style. I fucked Mumtaz for about ten minutes and knew I was close. I was here to impregnate her and help her have a baby.

Holding her tummy, I lifted her off Ayesha and made her lie on her back comfortably. In the melee, my cock was out of her pussy. I lifted her ass, placed a pillow under her, and got ready to mount her again.

“Are you ready to shoot, Rajeshji?” Mumtaz asked me, wiping the sweat from her face. I nodded. “Come, my love, fill me with your love, darling,” Mumtaz shouted.

“Bhaiya, come, I will make you cum while your wife takes his seed inside her,” Ayesha was bending and sucking her brother’s cock furiously. I rammed my cock into Mumtaz’s pussy and started shooting inside her. Mumtaz closing her eyes, was receiving my fertile seed in her pussy.

Her pussy will fill up, cum dripping down her ass and staining the sheets. I saw Farhan holding his sister’s head firmly and could sense him shooting inside her mouth as I saw a drop of cum near the edge of her lips. I fell on Mumtaz’s body, crushing her breasts, felt my cock shrinking inside her pussy and dozed off.

I got up when I sensed my cock being sucked. I opened my eyes to see Ayesha kneeling and sucking cock. It was already morning. I tried to push her away. But she, firmly holding my cock at the base, was slurping my head off the dried cum stains from my cock.

I was too exhausted to fight with her and allowed her. I felt the urge to pee as I had a beer.

“Leave me. I got to pee. I will piss in your mouth if you don’t get up,” I said angrily.

“Is it? I don’t mind drinking your pee. No…no…wait, let’s go to the washroom or else Bhabhi will kill me if you stain her sheets,” saying. She pulled me up, and I got up.

I thought she was one sex-maniac lady but followed her to the washroom. Lifting the commode seat, Ayesha sat on the commode and opened her mouth wide. Holding my cock, I began to pee. The first few drops fell on her chest. Ayesha bending a bit, tried to catch my piss in her mouth.

A few spurts went into her mouth. I changed the direction towards her thighs. Ayesha quickly took my cock in her mouth, and I had to release my bladder down her throat. After emptying, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Ayesha pushed me out of the bathroom.

She said, “Don’t tell bhaiya or Bhabhi about this. It was my kinky desire. Now leave. I want to take a bath. Don’t forget that you still haven’t fucked me.”

I came out of the bathroom wondering if she was a sex maniac. I came to the room and saw Mumtaz dressed and tidying the bed. Seeing me, she asked,” Did you sleep well, Rajeshji?” I nodded, and she continued,” Go take a bath, and I have kept Farhan’s dress for you to wear. Breakfast will be ready.”

She took me to another room and showed me the bathroom with Jacuzzi. I turned on the Jacuzzi and got in the tub. After taking a bath, I came out of the bathroom wearing tracks and a shirt. I came down to the dining hall. I saw Ayesha serving breakfast, wearing a long T-shirt with her legs bare.

“Where are Farhanji and Mumtaz? I asked Ayesha.

“Bhai went to an urgent meeting, and Bhabhi went to the supermarket to get groceries. She has given leave to all our servants because of you and asked me to serve breakfast,” Ayesha said.

I sat and had breakfast and was about to get up when she said, “Not so fast young man. Remove your pant while I clean the table.”

Knowing she would not leave me without getting fucked, I removed my pant and briefs. My cock was still in slumber, and she cleaned the table in a hurry. Ayesha saw my cock and said, “Why is your cock still sleeping? Does it get hard seeing my Bhabhi?”

Ayesha sat on my lap, facing me with her legs on either side. I knew she was not wearing panties when her nude buttocks touched my thighs. She gripped my hair and said, “I know how to wake him up.” And kissing me on my lips, her right hand took hold of my cock and began to pull it hard.

Sensing my cock hardening, Ayesha lifted her ass, pointing my cock at her hole tried to take it in. Only my cockhead went in, Ayesha grunting sat down on my cock, taking it inside her. Beaming, she said, “Mission accomplished.”

“Still, 3 inches is out. You can take it fully in a missionary position, not in this position,” I said.

“What……you have gone deeper than Imran. It’s ok, next time I will try to take you fully inside me,” said Ayesha beginning to hop on my cock. After a few thrusts, I heard the door open but couldn’t see as my back was to the door. But saw Ayesha’s face turning white in fear.

She panicked and got off my thighs, leaving my cock in the air. I turned back and saw a middle-aged Muslim man in his mid-fifties and a burqa-clad woman staring at us. The man was fuming in anger, eyeing Ayesha.

Ayesha straightened her shirt, trying to cover her cunt from the visitors. But her skinny legs and half thighs were on display. Poking my shoulder, she murmured, “This is my Chachu. Please go to the room Rajesh. I will handle this.”

The story continues.

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