#Group #Incest #Teen
Getting defiled and making fun of my useless husband by getting gangbanged on the day of Karwa-Chauth.
It happened 2 years back, it was the evening of Karwa-Chauth, that special day when wives fast for the well-being and long life of their husbands. I, Sushma, a 34-year-old married woman, had been observing the fast all day long, waiting for the moon to appear in the night sky so I could finally break my fast.
But my useless husband, was not home. He was on ship as usual. I was disappointed in my marriage, but resigned to another lonely night.
Little did I know that my husband’s then14-year-old nephew Shaan had plans for me. Shaan had been staying with me since last 7 years. Over the last 2 years, Shaan and I had developed a secret, incestuous relationship. We would fuck whenever my husband was away, his young cock bringing me to heights of ecstasy I had never experienced with my husband.
That morning, as I sat in the kitchen, preparing a special Karwa-Chauth thali, Shaan slinked in. He was wearing just a pair of shorts, his toned chest and abs on display. I licked my lips as I admired his body. Even at 14, Shaan was a strapping young lad, his cock already an impressive 6 inches long and thick.
“Aunty, can I talk to you about something?” Shaan asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I looked at him, curious. “Of course, beta. What is it?”
Shaan grinned. “I was thinking… since Rohan uncle isn’t coming home today, why don’t we have some fun, na? Just like old times.”
I bit my lip, a thrill of excitement going through me. “Shaan, you know we shouldn’t… It’s not right.”
He pouted. “But Aunty, it’s Karwa-Chauth. You’re supposed to have a good time on this day. And I know exactly how to make you feel good.”
I sighed, already feeling my resistance crumbling. Shaan knew just how to push my buttons. “Fine,” I relented. “But we have to be quiet. And you have to promise to clean up afterwards.”
Shaan whooped with joy and pounced on me, pushing me back against the kitchen counter. His lips crashed against mine in a hungry kiss as his hands roamed my body, groping my breasts and ass through my clothes.
I moaned into his mouth, my pussy already dripping wet. Shaan was such a skilled lover for his age. He had learned exactly how to touch me to drive me wild.
He stripped me quickly, breaking our kiss only to pull my saree off and unhook my bra. My big tits spilled out and Shaan latched onto one nipple, sucking hard. I cried out, arching my back to push more of my breast into his mouth.
His other hand slipped between my thighs, fingers delving into my soaked cunt. “Fuck, Aunty,” he groaned. “You’re so wet for me already. Such a dirty MILF.”
I only moaned in response, too lost in pleasure to speak. Shaan fingered me deep and hard, his thumb rubbing firm circles on my clit. I was close already, my pussy clenching around his digits.
Suddenly, he pulled away and spun me around. He bent me over the counter and kicked my legs apart. I felt the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore,” Shaan growled. “I need to be inside you, Aunty. I need to fuck this juicy cunt.”
“Yes, beta,” I gasped, pushing my ass back against him. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
With a grunt, Shaan thrust deep into me, his cock splitting me open. I screamed at the sudden intrusion, my pussy walls stretching to accommodate his girth.
He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with powerful strokes. The kitchen counter rattled with the force of his thrusts. I braced myself against it, my tits swinging freely as he fucked me from behind.
Shaan reached around to maul my breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples. Electric shocks of pleasure-pain shot straight to my core. I was babbling incoherently, begging him to fuck me harder.
He did, slamming into my cunt with animalistic grunts. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to cum, Aunty,” Shaan gasped, his rhythm growing erratic. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my cum. You want that, don’t you? You want me to breed you like a bitch.”
“Yes, yes,” I sobbed, my cunt convulsing around him. “Cum in me, beta. Fill me up.”
With a roar, Shaan buried himself to the hilt and flooded my pussy with his seed. I came with a scream, my vision whiting out as ecstasy crashed through me. My cunt milked his cock for every last drop.
We collapsed together on the kitchen floor, a tangle of sweaty limbs. Shaan pulled out of me with a wet squelch and I felt his cum start to leak out of my fucked-out hole.
“Fuck, that was good,” Shaan panted, grinning at me. “I love fucking you, Aunty. You’re the best.”
I smiled back at him, my heart full of love and lust for this naughty boy. “I love you too, beta. Now let’s clean up before someone sees us like this.”
We got dressed and washed up quickly,Shaan making sure to plug my pussy with a thick wad of his cum. “Don’t want to waste a single drop,” he said with a wink.
I laughed and playfully smacked his ass. “You’re such a dirty boy.”
After that, we went about our day as usual, exchanging heated looks whenever we were alone. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good Shaan had felt inside me, how he had made me come so hard.
As the sun began to set, I set up the puja thali and waited for the moon to rise. Shaan kept me company, sneaking the occasional grope and kiss when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Finally, when the moon was visible in the sky, I broke my fast with a sip of water from Shaan’s hands. He smiled at me, his eyes full of love and adoration.
“I love you, Aunty,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I cupped his cheek, feeling my heart melt. “I love you too, beta. Always.”
We hugged, pressing our bodies close together. I could feel his cock starting to harden against my thigh and I knew that we would be fucking again soon. But for now, I was content to just hold him and bask in the love we shared.
Little did I know that Shaan had more plans in store for me that night. As I went about my evening chores, I noticed that he kept slipping away to make phone calls. I frowned, wondering who he could be talking to so late.
My answer came later that night, when I was sitting in the living room, watching TV. Shaan came to sit beside me, a secretive smile playing on his lips.
“Aunty, I have a surprise for you,” he said, taking my hand in his. “My friends Fraz, Faisal and Utkarsh are coming over. I told them all about how amazing you are in bed and they’re dying to fuck you too.”
I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. “Shaan! I’m not… I can’t just let your friends use me like that!”
But he just smirked, looking like the cat who got the cream. “Come on, Aunty. It’ll be fun. And you know you’re always down for a good gangbang. Fraz, Faisal and Utkarsh are all virgins. They’ll eat your pussy so good and their cocks will stretch you in ways you’ve never been stretched before.”
I bit my lip, a thrill of excitement going through me at the idea of being gangbanged by these young studs. Shaan could always make me do the dirtiest things by appealing to my lust.
“Okay, Shaan,” I relented with a sigh. “I’ll let your friends use me. But only if you promise to fuck my brains out like you always do.”
He grabbed me and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth. “I promise, Aunty. Now let’s get you ready for them.”
Shaan helped me put together an outfit that was sure to drive his friends wild – a tight mesh saree that clung to my curves, hugging my breasts and ass. He made sure my blouse was knotted low, my cleavage on full display. He even sprinkled my body with his favorite perfume, the musky scent that always made me feel like a sexy whore.
“Fuck, you look delicious,” he growled, sucking marks into my neck. “I can’t wait to see you getting fucked like a bitch in heat by me and my friends.”
I shivered in anticipation, my pussy already wet and ready. I knew that tonight was going to be a night to remember.
As the clock struck midnight, Shaan’s phone buzzed with a text. “They’re here, Aunty. Go to the guest room and wait for us.”
I nodded, my heart racing as I made my way to the guest room. I positioned myself on the bed, ready and willing to be used by these horny young men.
I didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and Shaan’s voice, low and eager. “Guys, come quick. Aunty is ready for us.”
I looked up to see Shaan, Fraz, Faisal and Utkarsh entering the room. Their eyes were hungry as they took in the sight of me – a sexy milf, splayed out like a feast for them to devour.
“Damn, you’re even hotter than a regular day,” Fraz whistled, his eyes roving over my body. “Shaan, you lucky bastard. What I wouldn’t give to fuck a Milf like her.”
Shaan just grinned, his hand possessively on my thigh. “Just remember, Auntie is special to me. So be rough with her. If she resists, just rape her, get it?”
I flushed red at his words, my pussy clenching at the thought of being taken by force. These boys were going to ruin me for anyone else.
They wasted no time in pouncing on me, their hands and mouths all over my body. I moaned as they stripped off my clothes, leaving me bare before their hungry gazes.
Their cocks sprang free, thick and hard and twitching with need. I couldn’t stop myself from sucking them, one by one, reveling in the taste of their pre-cum on my tongue.
They lay me out on the bed and ate my pussy like starving men, their tongues delving deep into my cunt and asshole. I was writhing and crying out, my hands fisting in their hair as they brought me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please,” I begged, too far gone to care about my dignity. “Please fuck me. Use me. I need your cocks inside me.”
They were only too happy to oblige. Shaan climbed on top of me first, his cock pushing into my pussy. “Ah fuck, Auntie, you’re always so tight,” he groaned.
He fucked me hard, grunting and sweating above me. His friends watched with burning eyes, their cocks in their hands as they stroked in time with Shaan’s thrusts.
Fraz was the first to pounce when Shaan pulled out and switched. I was sucking one and stroking the other two, lost in a haze of lust and depravity.
They flipped me over onto my hands and knees, mounting me from behind. “Ride her hard,” Shaan encouraged as Fraz plowed into me from behind.
I cried out at the rough penetration, my pussy and ass stretching around their girth. Utkarsh knelt in front of me and shoved his cock down my throat.
The four of them used me like a cheap whore, passing their cocks into my holes. Fraz and Shaan were the most aggressive, slamming into my cunt and ass with bruising force.
I was just a receptacle for their pleasure, with my warm wet holes to be fucked and filled. And I loved every depraved second of it. My pussy and ass were drooling cum and spit as they rutted into me.
When they were all done, I lay sprawled on the bed, gasping and cum-streaked. They had used me thoroughly, emptying their balls into every one of my holes.
Shaan cuddled against me, stroking my hair. “You loved that, didn’t you Auntie? Being a gangbanged slut?”
I nodded weakly, my body humming with satisfaction. “Yes, I’m such a whore for you boys.”
“We’ll give you many more gangbangs, Auntie,” Shaan promised, his hand drifting down to play with my cum-filled pussy. “You’ll always be our slut to use.”
I shivered in delight at his words, my pussy clenching, ready for their cocks again. The Karwa-Chauth night had turned out to be the ultimate gangbang experience for me. I had been fucked so good by these young studs.
As the four of us drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning. Shaan and his friends had claimed me as their personal fucktoy and I didn’t think they would ever let me go.
And I was okay with that. Because, in that moment, there was nowhere else I would rather be than in the arms of these horny young men, ready and willing to be their slut for as long as they wanted me.
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