Tearing Komal Bhabhi’s Pussy

Writing hello to all my fellow authors and friends in ISS, this is the experiencist (the one who enjoys experiencing life) author Saurav. I am one of the site’s longtime readers and I have been enjoying a lot of stories but saddened by the fake ones. So ending up all fake stories, I have decided to write my real experiences in the site.

Writing about me, I am 21 years old, pursuing Engineering Degree in a reputed college in Bangalore. Basically, I hail from Delhi. I am the youngest of the two sons.

This incident happened when I was 18. My parents moved from Delhi to Hyderabad because of Dad’s job. I was interested to join IIT to get a good job but I couldn’t. One of my cousin brothers who work at Wipro, Bangalore asked my dad to send me there as many colleges were available as an option. Dad did the same, so I came to Bangalore. This is where the turn around happened.

My cousin Kiran was married four years back to Komal. Both of them were Engineers. Komal bhabhi decided to stay home as bhaiyya earned enough to run the family. In the apartment, bhabhi, bhaiyya and his mother stayed.

In the month of May, I went there, aiming to be a very good Engineer. I was welcomed by aunty who informed me that bhaiyya and bhabhi were out now.

Aunty showed me my room which was adjacent to the kitchen. I was happy for the start of a new journey. The couple returned home. I went to the hall. Komal bhabhi smiled and hugged me and said, “You have grown tall, Saurav!”, I smirked. Her touch made a movement in my pants. Kiran bhai told me to freshen up and enjoy the remaining 20 days of the holidays. I said okay.

Talking about Komal bhabhi (29), she has converted herself to a traditional housewife. 4 years back, she was lean and unattractive but now she has become a beauty with juicy melons and curvy hips. Oh boy, those lovely ass curves made me go nuts. Colour of Kriti Sanon and curves of Disha, that combo she was.

The next 10-13 days went smoother. I did some shopping with bhabhi and helped aunty in her chores and drove bhaiyya to the bus stands. But the turn around was from the last week of holidays.

Aunty went to her daughter’s house for a month as didi was pregnant. Bhaiyya started coming late to the house, thanks to his office load and that left me and Komal bhabhi alone in the flat.

One evening Komal and I went to purchase some vegetables. While bhabhi was busy talking to the vendor, I looked around for some fresh faces (chicks to be exact). Suddenly, I saw a couple of men talking something in the local language whilst looking at bhabhi.

When I looked in the direction they were looking, I saw bhabhi’s juicy hips exposed. Oh my! She often wears saree below navel but still hides her sexy love hole but leaves the juicy curves to be enjoyed. I joined them in looking at those hips.

I am a big navel fanatic and used to stare at navels whenever I used to get a chance. My sight was interrupted by bhabhi who asked me to come home.

It was 8 pm. Bhaiyya wasn’t home. Komal said that she was hungry and asked me to join her for dinner. I said, okay. While she was bending to add me some curry, that lovely milked cleavage started arousing me. I had to shift my gaze several times when she used to look at me. I wanted to make a move, but I was scared.

Later, I was continuously noticing her body while having dinner too. By the time we finished dinner, Kiran called and said that he was not coming home today. “What a day!”, I said to myself, excited.

Bhabhi said, “Kiran isn’t coming home. Saurav, you sleep in our room”.

*Ganti Baji*

“Okay Bhabhi”, I said.

We had a great talk till 12 pm. She laughed uncontrollably on my jokes and my experiences at high school. She was enjoying the time with me.

“I am feeling sleepy”, she said.
“Me too, bhabhi”, I replied.

We slept on the same bed. The dim red light made bhabhi look more ravishing. Her sexy boobs were visible making rounds on her nighty as well.

The next day I woke up because of the loud thud on the door. The next thing I saw was Komal in a green saree.

“Who was that, bhabhi?”
“It was Kiran dear”, she said.

“When did he come home?”
“At around 2 am”, Komal said.

Bhabhi didn’t sleep that night. She also told me that Kiran wasn’t coming home even that day.

“I will cook breakfast for you dear”, she said.
“Okay bhabhi”, I said.

It wasn’t even a minute after she said this, she collapsed. I hurriedly picked her up and made her lay on the bed.

“You are taking a lot of stress these days bhabhi”.

Komal: No dear. It’s just common. Increased workload since Kiran has been doing overnights.
Me: Take rest, bhabhi. Nobody can stand a gorgeous woman fainting.
Komal: Gorgeous?

I don’t know how my tongue slipped. I was startled at the same time. But I gained some confidence and said to her, “Yeah, bhabhi. You are really gorgeous. Didn’t bhaiyya tell you this?”

Komal: ‘Who? Wh…yea yeah…! He did, yeah!”

Her startling answer gave me a brink that Kiran bhaiyya wasn’t taking interest on bhabhi. I replied, “It’s good then”.

I applied some balm on her back later on. Her smooth skin made me aroused, but I acted innocent.

Some days later, my college started. I had developed new crushes and friends and my relationship with bhabhi has strengthened. I used to share my college experiences with bhabhi and she even added some.

Komal (laughing): So..How many girlfriends in total, Saurav?”
Me: Not yet, bhabhi! Still didn’t find the one like my Komal bhabhi type!

Komal: My type?! You must be kidding, aren’t you boy?
Me: No bhabhi! I am not! I would like to have a super gorgeous gf like you.

Komal blushed. I could see that. To execute my plan and make her fall for me, I said, “Bhabhi, why don’t you ask Kiran bhaiyya? He would definitely say the truth.”
Komal: Sure?
Me: Why not? Try it for yourself!

I knew this wasn’t gonna work. Komal, the next day, dressed in a sexy blue sari which was a bit transparent and inches below her navel. Her blouse gave an amazing amount of cleavage. My cock gave a standing ovation. I looked at Komal trying to seduce Kiran bhaiyya but bhaiyya didn’t even notice and went to the office. I acted as if I didn’t care and went to college.

However, I couldn’t concentrate in the class the whole day. I was deeply thinking about bhabhi. I never had sex till that time and bhabhi’s figure was urging me to do. What if I get caught? That was the question running in my mind.

I bunked the afternoon hours and went home. To my surprise, the door was left open and when I went to my room, I heard some moaning sounds. Guess what? The sanskari bhabhi was masturbating! Oh, what a scene! I have watched porn movies a lot of times by then but this was amazing.

Bhabhi’s milky body was so appealing. Her boobs were inviting me to suck. She was moaning hard. With excitement, I kicked my leg. To my horror, that slammed the door and it was wide open! Bhabhi and I were looking at each other to our horror. I couldn’t believe what I did now.

“Saurav, what are you doing?”, she stared in horror. Before I told her anything, I ran to my room. I was in a shock. What did I do just now? How can I show my face to her? I was scared. But I still couldn’t stop thinking of her naked body. What can I explain? I was thinking.

An hour later, she called me for snacks. I kept my head low and walked into the kitchen. She was wearing the blue saree again.

“I am sorry dear”, Komal said.
“Wait! What?”,’ I asked myself.

“It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have been doing that”, she said.
“Oh, no problem, bhabhi. Let’s forget this, okay?” I replied holding her shoulder.

“Thank you, darling”, she told me while hugging.

I was wondering how this fuckable bitch reacted after getting caught masturbating. Does she have any idea about what she did?

The next day was Sunday. Bhabhi wanted a blouse for her friend’s wedding and asked me to drive her to the tailor’s. In an hour, she got the measurements done and when we are about to go home, aunty called us and gave a good news that her daughter has given birth to a baby boy. We went there and surprisingly, Kiran bhaiyya was there too.

“Looks like chotu and Komal are getting good now”, he said.

“Haha haan bhaiyya”, I said. Little did he know that his beautiful wife would get devoured by me soon.

Later I was informed that aunty wasn’t going to come home soon and Kiran told me he wasn’t gonna come home this week, thus leaving me and bhabhi alone with three rooms and a bathroom to fuck.

While driving back, we were thanked by heavy rains and Bangalore is very much famous for it. Drenched heavily, I could see bhabhi’s white bra and sexy assets tucked in the transparent saree.

“I will have to change”, she said.

She went to her room, started undressing while keeping her door unlocked. That body was ready to be fucked. Suddenly, she called my name.

“Saurav, come here once dear”.

I was shocked and excited at the same time. Why is she calling my name? I went in. I saw bhabhi in her blouse and pallu dropped down. Her navel was so round and deep (think of Kriti Sanon’s navel) and was wet.

“Would you help me remove this blouse?”, she asked.
“Okay, bhabhi”.

Bhabhi was inviting me to deflower her. I removed the clasp of her blouse and noticed her blushing. This was the move I was waiting from her. I gave slight touches on her back while removing the blouse and left. I wanted Komal to long for me more and more.

The next night, I saw bhabhi in her same blue saree, dressed sexily and her nipples were poking out of her blouse. “Wonder what she was up to now”.

“Dinner is ready”, she said.

I entered the dining hall, there was lots of stuff today.

“What’s so special, bhabhi?”
“Nothing dear. Just had a good mood”, she said.

Komal had a huge change. She used to make sure no one looked at her body but tonight she was displaying it wholeheartedly.

“My pallu is so disturbing,” she said and in front of my eyes, she moved her saree to display the most beautiful navel I had ever seen and tucked the pallu. Oh my god! Those hips. Bhabhi kept it tucked to display that lovely bellybutton.

She kept seducing until my dinner got over. She used to bend and ask, “You need any paneer, darling?” and bring her hips near me and ask, “How is the topping?”.

I was excited. One step further and my dream girl would be mine. Later that night, we had a long talk but didn’t take a chance on her.

Next morning, I took Komal to the Tailor’s to get her blouse. I asked Komal to try out her new blouse piece. She said, okay. She dressed like Priyanka Chopra in the song ‘Desi Girl’. Plenty of cleavage, sexy curves and violently shaking ass.

“The blouse seems to be right, bhabhi”, I said.
“You are right, Saurav. But I have a 36 but he kept it 34”.

“I have a solution, bhabhi, why don’t you remove your bra and then wear the blouse?”

Komal smiled and said, “You sure, dear?”

“Oh yeah, I am!” I said to her.

She entered her room. I followed her.

“Wait, bhabhi. I will dress you up”, I said.

Komal was shocked. I guess she never expected this from me. She said okay.

I locked the door and unhooked her blouse.

“Slowly, Saurav. The bra hook is tight”, she said.
“I will be careful, bhabhi”, I said.

I removed her bra hook. Her naked boobs were in front of me. There fell my juicy milf-tanks. Oh, what a scene. My erection was uncontested. The precum was oozing from my cock head. Her tits were too large for the bra.

“Bhabhi, I must say you are god gifted”.

She shied and said, “Oh Saurav, don’t tell me this now”.

“No bhabhi, I am serious. But you are wearing a wrong size bra”.

Komal: Is it? But we don’t have a measuring tape here.

This was the moment I was waiting for. I suddenly replied, “I can measure it without a measuring tape if you want”.

Komal was puzzled and asked, “How?”

I went behind her, cupped her mountains and said, “See bhabhi, this is how it’s done”.

Komal’s body language changed. Letting me inside her room was her biggest mistake.

She left a moan while I played with her melons and asked, “Oh… Aha, what’s the size?”

“Well.. I am not getting the exact size, I wonder if I could see..”, saying so I went to the other side and starting mashing her melons.

Komal: Oh.. Darling…Yess.. What’s the update?

To end the shit going, I said, “I know the last technique”.

Komal while moaning asked, “What’s that?”

I removed both my hands, pinched her pink nipples and started sucking her boobs. She left loud moans calling out my name telling, “Oh ahhaha.. Saurav… Oh, Ssssssss”.

I got hold of her big booty, pushed her closer and started kissing. The beauty I longed for was mine now. We kept kissing for 5 minutes. I undressed and unrobbed the white beauty. We both were stark naked.

Komal: Oh my Saurav, you have got a huge tool in there.

Me: No bhabhi, nothing compared to your assets.

I drove to her navel and started kissing it. She left loud moans while I did that. I lifted her, threw her in the bed and spread out her legs. I started licking her clean shaved pussy. “Suck me harder, Saurav aah ahaha yess” were the moans. I licked her flowers for 20 minutes and started tangling the most beautiful part of her body, her tits.

“Fuck me mera devar, I am all yours”, she said.

I shoved my cock into her mouth and asked to give me a blowjob. Her juggling tits made the environment super horny.

“Don’t use a condom, I want to feel the fresh skin of your hard tool”, she moaned as I was busy playing with her body.

“Okay Komal”, I said and shoved my tool into her pussy. “Harder! Harder!” she said as she left moans while I was fucking her. She was buried under me and my body weight seemed nothing as she enjoyed. After a long one hour fuck, when I was about to cum, I removed my cock and cummed on her lovely tits.

“This flavor is better than my paneer butter curry”.

I had a quick laugh there and went to clean myself.

She caught hold me and asked, “Won’t you like to ride your sexy bhabhi’s asshole?”. I swear to god that fair ass invited me for a fuck. My dick was already in some pain after cum but I was super aroused by my bhabhi’s body.

Once again I carried her, but now to the bathroom. I slammed the door and started kissing her like there is no tomorrow. Under the hot shower, I applied soap on her tits and then rammed my penis into her butthole. The loud moans of the fuckable beauty echoed in the bathroom and boy, those moaning reactions she did was even more sexy. I ejaculated once again on her and she drank it all.

We fucked for almost 5 hours till midnight.

The next day, I woke up with a pain in my groin and the first sight I saw was my bhabhi with a sexy transparent saree showing her sexy tummy and a braless blouse which said, “Fuck me once I finish my chores, okay? I’ll give you attendance!”

I should consider myself to get such a fuckable bhabhi.

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