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Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 01

By: fluidline1



The letter came as a surprise. After all Nimmi had visited them very recently and that too, for the first time in their life.

“I guess it is a pretty decent thing to do,” Dev’s mother told them when she learned of it. Nimmi was her younger sister and Dev had never met his aunt before. 

It was only after Nimmi had gotten to know that Riya, Dev’s wife had given birth to a baby boy, a year ago, that she had come down to the city to visit them.

What had surprised him more was the rather insistent request that Nimmi had made in the letter, urging Dev and his wife to visit the little town where she lived with her husband.

“I had a really good time at your place and it would be fitting if you allow me the opportunity to be your host,” she had written. “Please don’t say no. You had mentioned that you had a vacation coming up next week and that gives you no excuse to deny me the opportunity.

“I have already told you and your beautiful wife about our little town. We intend to have a family get together during the week and are inviting both our children and their spouses to whom I have already informed about your delightful family. They are just as eager to meet with you. As you well know, that both, my son and my daughter are proud parents as well. Hence, let me just say that we want a get together of young parents like Riya and you. Of course, your dad and mom are also invited.”

“Yes, that’s really decent of your sister,” remarked Dev’s father, Vivek, shuffling the newspaper that he had been reading.

Riya, sipping her morning cup of tea looked at her husband across the table around which they were seated. 

“But the baby…” her voice trailed off.

“Don’t you worry about little Varun,” Dev’s mother interrupted. “He loves being around us. Besides, what with the two of you busy through out the day at your offices, he spends most of his time with us.”

“Shreya is right, you know,” Vivek said. “We love having the little bloke around us. It’s like getting an opportunity to be parents all over again. We adore him.”

“But both of you have been invited as well!”

“That’s okay, son,” his father answered. “We and the kid will join you a couple of days before you leave from there.”

And so it was that the plans were made. Besides, Dev and Riya had been longing for a break for a long time.

It was late in the evening during the weekend that their parents dropped them off to the railway station. Dev had wanted to take the car, but Vivek had told him that the roads were in bad shape and the train would be a refreshing break. It was a fourteen-hour journey and Nimmi had confirmed that her husband and she would collect them at the station the next morning.

As the train chugged off, Riya fought back the tears, watching her son trying to reach out to his parents. 

“Oh come on, Riya,” Dev consoled her as they settled down in the private coupe that his father had reserved for them. “He will be fine and you know it.”

The train left at seven and they would be reaching their destination at about nine next morning. They placed their order for their dinner with the dapper man who had come to check their tickets, and by nine, they were ready for sleep.

It was when they were changing into their night robes that Dev said, “You know something, Riya?”

“What?” she enquired, having peeled off her dress and getting ready to slip into her one-piece cotton nightgown.

“We never fucked in a train!” he laughed, standing there in his shorts, balancing himself against the movements of the swaying train.

She grinned at him, pulling the gown over her shoulders. “Lot of places we never fucked before,” she agreed.

He walked to her, taking her hands in his before she could begin to fasten the row of button that held the gown at the front.

She opened her mouth when he kissed her hungrily, slipping her arms around his shoulders, grinding her crotch against his. She felt his erection pulsating against her belly and she wriggled against it.

Continuing to kiss her, he pushed her back till she stumbled onto the berth, sprawling across it. He lay on top of her, his hands now tugging the straps of her bra down her shoulders to free her breasts.

“Let me take off the bra,” she muttered.

“No time, baby. I’m randy,” he answered, kissing her again, his hands kneading her large breasts.

One year after having given birth to their son and her breasts were still filled with milk. When he squeezed them now, he felt the milk squirt out and spread around them, wetting his palms.

He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth; beginning to suck on it and along with it, swallow the sweet liquid oozing out. She moaned and pushed her hands below fighting to pull his robe up over his thighs.

“Oh God, Dev, yes! Suck my milk, honey, oh yes, I like that, oh god, they are full of milk and need to be sucked out, oh yes, honey, suck them.”

He proceeded to do just that. First, till his mouth filled with the liquid from one teat, and then, turning his attention to the other nipple. He licked the whole of the breast to clear the milk spread over it. Then, he fastened his mouth over the entire tit, sucking fiercely.

She had by now pushed his shorts down and grasped his hard erect dick in her fist, beginning to jerk the throbbing flesh to and fro. Even as he suckled her, he was reaching down, pulling her gown over her shapely long legs, pushing her panties down over her thighs and cupping her pussy. She sighed and pushed against his hand when he spread his palms over her wet flesh.

“Oh god, put it in, now!” she said shrilly, wanting to be heard over the noise of the train.

He rolled her over so that she was lying on top of him and spread his thighs. She pushed back her hips, held his cock in one hand and spreading the lips of her cunt, gently lowered herself till he was completely inside her.

She clamped her legs together and he felt as if his cock was gripped in a vice, and then, as he continued to suck her tits, began to move up and down over him. He grabbed the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and she held his shoulders as they fucked, swaying along with the movement of the train. 

He pulled his face away from her tits so that she could straighten as she rode him. This also enabled him to watch her big tits bouncing heavily. He reached out and squeezed them again, letting the copious flow of the milk spurt out onto his chest.

She reached below them and started to finger her clitoris. She felt his testicles slap against the inside of her thighs as he began to move up and down to assist her. 

“Oh shit,” he muttered, his eyes glazed as he stared at her jiggling tits spurting the milk onto his body. “Oh baby, I can’t hold on anymore, oh shit, I can feel it coming, oh, ugghhh…” 

His movements suddenly became more frantic as if he was in a hurry. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around the small of her back, digging his fingers into her tits.

“Yes, honey, oh yes, come now, come, baby, with me, now, now!” she told him, her hand moving frenetically over her swollen clit.

She gasped as she felt her orgasm rising up her thighs, through her pelvis and up her spine, arching her back and throwing her head up and away. She dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling his juice filling up her pussy as his body stiffened and he became stiff and rigid.

For a long moment they stayed like that, swaying along with the train, listening to the rhythmic click-clack of the rails on the track.

Finally, she drew back and gingerly got off the berth, her ample chest heaving with the effort of the just concluded exercise. Glancing at his now shriveled dick, she pulled the robe over her body, ignoring her under garments. 

He did not bother to dress. He was already snoring.

******

Nimmi was forty-six, two years younger than his mother. He had been amazed at the similarity between the two sisters when he had first seen the photo albums; later, when she had called on them, he had mentioned to Riya that had not his mother been slightly taller, one would almost mistake them for being twins.

She was five-seven and strongly built. Her wide shoulders supplemented her powerful yet feminine arms. Like his mother, she too was into jogging and aerobics and it showed in her amazingly firm and shapely body. Though her buttocks were large and her thighs quite wide, the jeans that she was wearing when she met up with them at the railway station suited her to a tee. She was wearing a slightly loose shirt and he had a sneaking suspicion that she did so to ensure that wearing anything tighter did not emphasize her big breasts. All this only succeeded in drawing attention to her curves because of the fact that she had a very tiny waist.

Her face was remarkably like his mother’s: the same oval shape, the slightly blue-tinged almond shaped eyes, the faint arcing eyebrows, the thin nose, the full lips and long light brown hair that fell way down to her buttocks.

She introduced them to her husband, a grizzly big man, almost six feet tall with powerful muscles and a lean firm body. Though he was almost fifty, he looked ten years younger. He had a rather large nose, black eyes that seemed to be constantly laughing, a shock of silver gray hair falling down over his shoulders and a generous mouth.

“Hi, I am Ajit,” he had said, offering his large hand to Dev and then to Riya. He insisted on taking their bags and led them to the parking lot.

It was a quaint town where everybody seemed to know each other. Riya counted at least a couple of dozen of the folks waving at her husband’s uncle and aunt.

The huge, sprawling building that belonged to them was however very modern. It had two floors and a large car-parking basement. Dev noticed almost four cars parked there and wondered if all of them belonged to his uncle.

The living room was huge: almost fifty feet wide and seventy long. The furniture was of real teak and oak; large sofas and equally large chairs, half a dozen thick mattresses along one side and a well equipped bar covering almost half of one side of the room.

The living room had a wide staircase at its centre leading up to the first floor, branching into two opposite directions. On one side of the room, a high door led to the modern kitchen; the other side had a door that led to a large dining room furnished with an oval shaped table capable of seating at least a couple of dozen people.

The two branches of the wide staircase ended in similar ‘mini-flats’; each in themselves, three bedroom apartments with a living room and kitchenette. 

Dev and Riya were shown to an airy room on the first floor overlooking the front of the large compound. They could see the long winding driveway from the balcony.

“Freshen up and join us for breakfast,” Nimmi told them. “Sheena and her husband, as well as Hari and his wife will also be there.”

Sheena and Hari were her children, and suddenly Dev felt a bit apprehensive about meeting them. Though they knew of each other, they never had met before. He was studying for his management at the U.S. and had returned only after finishing his education.

When he met them at the huge table, his feelings of apprehension were at once dispelled. They were very much like Ajit and Nimmi: jovial, warm and friendly. Riya and Dev were immediately put at ease.

Sheena’s baby was with her husband’s parents while Hari and his wife, Mina, had brought their eight-month old girl with them.

“We really wanted to bring the baby along,” Sunil, Sheena’s husband told them. “But my parents insisted we leave him with them.”

“Same here,” grinned Riya. “However, mom and dad are going to join us a couple of days before we leave from here.”

“You have just arrived, so don’t start talking about leaving,” Nimmi told them.

They spent the whole day talking about their lives and jobs. Sheena worked with Sunil in his office.

“That way I ensure he doesn’t eye those pretty typists he has at the office,” Sheena laughed.

“No such luck here,” Mina said. “Hari is a traveling salesman and God knows how many women he gets to meet!”

Dev and Riya told them about their jobs and his uncle was impressed.

Dev found it to be peculiar the familiarity with which his uncle and aunt treated not just their kids, but also their spouses. He guessed that perhaps they were raised that way. They touched each other a lot and there were a lot of hugging and patting cheeks and backs.

Sheena was a lot like her mother as far as looks went. But her body was built along slightly smaller lines. She was just about five three and around a hundred and thirty pounds.

“I’m still trying to lose weight that just increased after the baby,” she pouted.

“Don’t.” Sunil told her. “You are fine as you are.”

Mina was taller; in fact, she was the tallest of all the women there and Dev was aware that he was looking at her quite often. She had a lush body with all the curves in the right places. He thought she looked like a model and was not surprised when Hari told them that she in fact, had been a model before their marriage.

Dev thought that it was all right when his uncle and aunt hugged their children so often; what was curious was the fact that they treated Mina and Sunil in the same manner. A few times, he found his aunt hugging him too and his uncle doing the same with Riya. 

It was a strange coincidence that his wife, Sheena and Mina were all young mothers. And much to his embarrassment, he found his eyes straying to their heaving, full bosoms.

He noticed the three women disappearing often to their rooms for short periods, and after one time that Riya had disappeared for a while, he took her aside and asked her where she’d been.

“Silly!” she had whispered back to him. “We have to release the milk once in a way. It gets painful at times.”

“Maybe I can assist you,” he joked.

A couple of times, he noticed either his uncle or aunt or Sunil and Hari follow Sheena or Mina during such situations. And his curiosity was aroused.

It was only after dinner that night and about an hour after they had retired to their bedroom, that they finally caught on to what was going on. Riya and he were discussing in soft voices about the closeness of their hosts when he suddenly felt thirsty and realized that the jug of water in their room was empty.

“I’ll go get some water,” he told her.

“Don’t trip over something,” she said. “You might wake up the whole house.”

It was when he was making his way silently to the ground floor that he realized that it was not necessary to make any noise to wake up the house. He heard faint noises coming from his uncle’s room. It was in the wing opposite to their room.

He froze when he heard a long moan. It was the unmistakable sound of sexual pleasure. He cocked his head towards the source and waited.

He set the jug he was carrying on a side table along the stairway and crept to the wing.

The door that led to his uncle and aunt’s room was ajar and he saw the light filtering out from the gap. He walked on the balls of his feet to the room and slowly glanced inside.

What he saw stunned him.

On the king size bed in the center of the room lay his uncle, stark naked. His daughter, Mina was seated on it cross-legged and his head was in her lap. She was bent down in the classical gesture of a mother feeding a baby. 

His uncle had one of her tit stuffed in his mouth and was sucking on it. Standing on the bed was Sunil, slightly bent down at the waist. Mina was holding the base of his erect cock in her hand, sucking on the bulbous head.

His aunt was sprawled on top of her daughter on the floor beside the bed. She was sucking voraciously on her Sheena’s large tits, while her son was hunched behind her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Dev felt hot under his gown. My God, he thought. What the hell was going on here? A family orgy?

He noticed the abundance of milk. There was a copious flow oozing out of Mina’s tits; in fact, when Ajit was suckling on one nipple, he was using his hand to squeeze the other, urging the milk to spurt out. 

On the floor, there was a puddle of milk lying around Sheena’s tits and his aunt was licking furiously at it.

In spite of himself, he felt his own cock stir and harden inside his pajamas. It was like watching an X-rated film.

He watched his aunt rising off her daughter’s body. She was now on her knees, her palms flat on the floor above Sheena’s head.

“Oh god, Hari, fuck me, oh yes, harder, harder, yes, yes, I’m going to come, oh god, yes, fuck me, yes, deeper, son, deeper,” she whimpered.

Sheena inserted one hand below and began to finger her mother’s clit.

“Give it to her, Hari,” she encouraged him, “Give it to her, sock your cock inside her hole, and fuck her!”

Nimmi quivered and then shuddered. Dev realized what had happened; she had reached her climax and it was almost as if he felt the chilling tingle of her over stimulated nerves. She groaned with joy as Hari pressed further inside her all the way to the hilt, now holding his mother by her long hair.

Her powerful orgasm had her in its grip and she shuddered and moaned under the upheaval, finally collapsing down on top of Sheena, who now jammed one finger in her own pussy. Nimmi rolled off her daughter’s body and lay flat on her back on the floor, her chest heaving furiously.

Hari’s cock was still hard; he had obviously not ejaculated yet, and he now straddled his sister’s body, dragging his knees along the floor till his cock flopped against her milky wet tits.

Sheena continued to plunge her finger in and out of her own pussy as Hari arranged himself on her top. His glistening cock now nestled between her tits and he cupped them, causing more of her milk to leak out. 

“Hmmm. Nicely lubricated, sis,” he commented, now pushing her tits together to create a cavern for his cock to piston in and out of them. There was hardly any friction because of the excessive lubrication caused by the milk and his mother’s cunt juices around his cock.

On the bed, Sunil was holding Mina’s face with his hands, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Ajit was still sucking on one of her tit and she had taken his erect cock in her hand, jerking it up and down in time with the fucking motions of Sunil’s cock in her mouth.

Dev was suddenly startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He twisted around. It was Riya, standing beside him, the look on her face as stunned as had been on his face moments ago.

“What’s this?” she whispered.

“Beats me,” he replied, realizing that his heart was thudding like a trip hammer. “I heard noises and decided to investigate.”

He felt ridiculous, as if he was trying to justify himself. He tried to will his cock to go down. It had erected considerably after having watched the events unfolding before his eyes.

“They are sick!” his wife exclaimed, staring inside the room. They were standing in the dark and he knew it was impossible for anyone in the room to make them out.

He decided to be truthful. They had never hidden anything from each other, including their most secret feelings. 

“If you look at it without connecting their relations together, it is highly erotic,” he murmured. He was suddenly aware of his wife’s tits pushing into his arm from under her thin almost transparent gown.

“Dev!” she admonished him. “Don’t be crazy. You can’t forget that there are parents ands in there. That’s plain incest!”

He watched his aunt dragging herself on her elbows towards where her son’s cock was sliding to and fro between his sister’s tits. His cock jerked again as Nimmi lowered her face to lick the milk off the tits, occasionally letting her tongue sweep over her son’s shaft.

“What’s a little fun among the family?” he whispered to Riya. “I find this very erotic. Feel me.”

He took her hand and guided it to his swollen crotch, pressing it against his pajama. She pulled it away angrily.


Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 01



“Don’t, Dev. I don’t like it.”

“Look at the way Hari is doing his sister. We never thought of that before, huh?” he asked.

She was silent and together they watched the proceedings in the room. Sunil had now planted his feet on either side of Mina’s body and she had leaned her head back to allow him to slam his cock in and out of her mouth. Below his thrusting buttocks, Ajit continued to suck his daughter’s tit, beginning to raise and lower his hips, as her fist now became a blur. His finger plunged in and out of her cunt.

The three men ejaculated as if by a previously arranged signal. Hari’s semen spurted out and he dragged his cock outside Sheena’s cleavage, letting his mother hold it. Nimmi allowed the first couple of the salvo to land on Sheena’s tits and then she twisted his cock to point it at her own face. His juice spurted onto her face and she opened her mouth to take it in.

Sunil clutched Mina’s cheeks and his buttocks tensed together; he had apparently come inside her mouth. He drew back, letting the rest of his come anoint her cute face.

Ajit let out a cry, his hands squeezing Mina’s tits almost cruelly as his juice shot up from his cock, landing back over his stomach.

This time Riya did not push away her husband’s hand when he reached out to fondle her large breast. She had to admit to herself that she was excited at the scene, and in spite of herself, she felt the wetness between her legs.

When Dev slipped his hand inside her gown from the top to hold her tit, she put one of her own hand over his crotch and squeezed the bulge. He gasped when he felt the milk oozing out of her tit soaking his palm and pushed his bulge against her hand.

“Let’s get into our room,” she whispered, dragging him by his hand.

Once inside their room, they went berserk. Before he had pulled out his pajamas and the loose shirt, she had slid out of her gown, baring her naked body. She never wore under garments when they went to bed.

Soon, he was lying half on the bed, his feet dangling down the edge while she knelt on the floor and took his throbbing shaft into her mouth. He groaned, reaching down to grab the back of her head, urging her to take him in deeper.

“Oh my god, Riya!” he grunted, looking down at her bobbing head. “That feels so good. Oh yes, baby, suck my dick, honey, oh yes, lick it like that, oh god, so nice.”

She drew back and let her tongue bathe the hard organ. She licked it from the base to the tip, pulling back the foreskin to expose the fiery head. She pressed the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole there, and then licked it again, this time from the cock head to the base.

He moved one foot till his toe encountered her cunt. He rubbed his big toe over her slit, causing her to moan aloud and take him back into her mouth till the glans touched the back of her throat.

“Fuck my cock with your tits!” he pleaded. The vision of Hari’s cock sliding back and forth between Sheena’s tits could not escape him.

She took her mouth away from his cock and raised her body upward. Her tits, which had been mashed against the edge of the bed, were already leaking and she now rubbed the liquid over them. 

He pulled himself up so that he was sitting on the edge and could now look down to watch her pushing his dick between her wet tits. His hands on the bed behind him, he groaned when he felt the wet and soft flesh of her tits capture his shaft there. He began to buck his hips up and down even as she rocked her body over him. 

Her long flowing hair bounced behind her and her eyes were fixed on the spot where his cock was poking out from between her tits on his upstroke. She wriggled her hips and felt his toe pushing inside her wet cunt and in her mind she saw Mina squirming against her father’s finger. The images in her mind were rapidly changing and now she saw Sheena’s mouth stuffed with her brother’s dick even as he fucked her mammoth tits.

She leaned further into her husband’s hips, all the time moving up and down, and then bent down to take the tip of his cock in her mouth. It was oozing of pre cum and she lapped at it, holding herself steady on her down stroke. 

He moaned, his eyes glazed and mouth open wide. The sight of his cock between her tits wet with milk and her lips around the cock head inflamed him and he knew he could no longer hold back.

“Oh god, Riya, oh shit, I can’t hold it back, oh god, I’m going to come.”

For the first time, she thought as she milked him between her tits, she was beginning to climax without having his hands, mouth or cock inside her pussy.

“Ugghhh,” he screamed, his head thrown back now, in the throes of a tremendous orgasm. His nerves tingled all over as he closed his eyes and slammed his cock furiously to and fro between her wet tits.

He wanted to hold back, prolong the moment, wait till she would come, but he knew it was impossible. The orgy that he had witnessed in his uncle’s room, the sight of his naked aunt, cousin sister and Mina, and now the feel of the wet flesh wrapped around his cock was too much for him. 

He erupted.

His semen shot out with so much force that he thought he would collapse. Which, he did.

And so did his wife.

******



Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 02



They were having tea in the balcony of their bedroom when there was a knock on the door.

“May I come in?” It was Nimmi who entered the room.

She was wearing a housedress, a one-piece affair that had a deep ‘V’ in front and barely reached to the middle of her thighs. Dev felt his face flush when the image of her yelling to her son to fuck her flashed through his mind. 

It was quite apparent that she was not wearing a bra; they could clearly see her tits swinging inside the dress. The ‘V’ exposed nearly half of the top of her heavy tits.

She pulled a chair to the balcony and sat down, facing them.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked.

He nodded dumbly and glanced at Riya who was flushing too.

“Yes,” his wife answered. “Its so peaceful and quiet here.”

Nimmi looked steadily into Riya’s eyes. “But it wasn’t that quiet and peaceful yesterday night, was it?” she asked brusquely. 

They gasped in unison. How could she have known? Dev was baffled because he was sure that his wife and he had been pretty inconspicuous. He was aware that like him, his wife too was flustered at the direct question that his aunt had asked them.

“W-what d-do you mean?” Riya’s voice was shaky.

Nimmi laughed quietly and when she did that Dev could see her breasts shaking inside the dress.

“Oh, come on, now. The two of you were outside that door yesterday and we know it.”

“W-we are s-sorry,” he stammered. “But we heard…”

Nimmi didn’t allow him to finish the sentence. “It was inevitable, I guess. Were you shocked?”

It was incredible how casual she was about it, he thought. It was as if she was having a normal conversation about the weather or something.

“Look,” Nimmi continued earnestly, “I might as well explain. I don’t want to justify myself or speak for the others. It all began when Sheena and Mina came down a few months ago. Like Riya here, they had too much of milk and one day, both the pumps broke down. One thing led to another and pretty soon, we were all in it. I know that incest is not socially acceptable, but who the hell is asking? And, why the hell should we care?” 

They were dumb struck and neither of them could find anything that they could say. They merely stared at Nimmi. She had leaned forward on the chair and from where he sat Dev could clearly see the enticing view of the top of her tits.

It felt incredible to him; it was as if he was looking at his own mother; the resemblance was startling. In spite of himself, he began to erect inside his pajama. He glanced at Riya and noticed that she was breathing heavily, trying hard not to stare at his aunt.

The couple twisted their heads simultaneously when they heard the door open again. The flush on Riya’s face deepened when her husband’s uncle walked in. He too dragged a chair as he joined them in the balcony.

“Hello!” he greeted them jovially. “And how are we today morning?”

“Darling,” Nimmi said, her eyes still on Riya, “I was telling them about how we were aware of them standing outside our room yesterday night.”

His body shook as he laughed. “I hope we didn’t shock or disgust you,” he said in a formal tone. “But we like each other too much not to involve with each other so deeply. Did you enjoy the scene?”

Dev was speechless and so was Riya. Here was his uncle and aunt talking so freely and casually about a relation that was supposed to be a taboo. 

Dev was also aware of his dick throbbing inside his pajamas and he noticed that his wife was breathing heavily. As for Riya, she just couldn’t forget the sight of Ajit’s massive cock spurting come when Mina had jacked him off.

“Tits turn me on, especially milky ones,” Ajit said conversationally. 

“Same here,” Nimmi smiled, looking at her husband.

“When Nimmi gave birth to the kids, I was the one who drank almost all of her milk,” he laughed. “It was around that time we got hooked on to milky tits and fucking.”

Riya felt a chill run up her spine when she heard Ajit utter the word so casually. The way he said it, was turning her on. She stole a glance at her husband. Dev was equally astonished, but she could see something else in his eyes as he stared at his aunt. Quickly, she glanced down and sure enough, she could detect the bulge in his pajamas. Her husband was getting turned on!

“Well, Riya, are you still shocked?” Ajit was saying and she quickly looked at him. A faint flush crept to her face as she noticed him eying her tits. She suddenly became conscious of the near transparent gown she was wearing and the fact that she was braless. Also, she had not worn her panties.

“I don’t know about shock,” Nimmi said huskily, “But Dev definitely has a hard on!”

Dev blushed and crouched forward in his chair trying to hide his erection.

“It’s a pity you can’t tell if a woman is horny,” Ajit laughed. 

“Who says so?” Nimmi questioned her husband, her eyes staring at her nephew’s bulge even as he unsuccessfully tried to hide it. She glanced at Riya, or rather at Riya’s chest. “That gown of hers does not hide the erect nipples.”

Riya was in a state of agitation and she blushed a deep red.

“I – I think I will go inside,” she stammered.

Nimmi quickly rose and walked to where Dev was seated. She bent down over his chair and suddenly grabbed his pajama-covered crotch.

“Should you?” she murmured, glancing at her and squeezing Dev’s crotch, making him squirm.

“Aunt, I – I think…” Dev’s voice was cut off when Nimmi bent down further and kissed him squarely on his mouth.

Riya stared, quite speechless. At the same time she couldn’t help but feel the wetness gush out of her pussy. It was almost as if Dev was being kissed by his own mother!

Ajit rose from his chair and quickly walked up to Riya. Before she could make any move, he grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the chair. She opened her mouth to protest, but with startling swiftness, he leaned down (he was so tall, he towered above her) and mashed his open mouth over hers.

Nimmi, still kissing Dev, took his hands and guided them to her breasts. Instinctively, he squeezed her mounds, groaning. Her hands went back, this time fumbling with his pajamas. He found himself raising his buttocks to help her slide off the garment. Under it, he was naked and he almost came when he felt her hand wrap around his cock.

Ajit bent his head down and opened his mouth over Riya’s breast, still encased inside the gown. She flushed when she felt the milk seeping out, wetting the front of her gown.

On their own volition, her arms went around his shoulders and she arched up against his face, pressing her tit harder into him.

Dev was by now emboldened enough to dip his hands inside his aunt’s gown to fondle her large tits.

“Wait,” she gasped, drawing back and in one swift movement, pulling her gown over her head, emerging naked. His cock jerked when he saw her; she had the body of a thirty-year old woman, still firm and god, she was voluptuous! Incredible tits, narrow waist, long legs with strong thighs. 

He pulled his aunt to him so that she was sprawled over him on the chair. She giggled, grabbing his cock again and beginning to jerk on it as he buried his face between her tits.

“Look, they are naked already,” Ajit said and began to pull out Riya’s gown. She raised her hands over her head to allow him to lift the gown off her. “My god, you are not wearing panties either!” he muttered.

She blushed, feeling more naked than ever and aware that Nimmi was openly staring at her. She saw the woman fondle Dev’s engorged cock and he was licking his aunt’s tits, slathering them with his saliva.

“It’s only fair that you undress me,” Ajit told her.

Tentatively, she reached out to unbutton his shirt. He stood patiently and allowed her to take out the thin shirt and drop it to the floor. She had to bend down to pull the zip of his trousers and as she was doing this, he reached down to take her dangling tits in his hands.

“God, these are extra heavy,” he murmured, gently tracing little circles around the areola with his fingers.

She shuddered spasmodically when at last she pulled down his pants and gasped when his large throbbing cock sprang out.

“See? I don’t wear underwear too,” he chuckled, now beginning to squeeze her tits and rub the milk over the flesh.

She straightened and this time raised her face up to his, opening her mouth. He kissed her again, his tongue darting inside her mouth, making her to instinctively suck on it.

Hardly a few feet away, Dev groaned when his aunt slid down to her knees and leaned forward to run the tip of her tongue over his cock. He grasped her tits, squeezing them as she finally opened her mouth and took him in. He looked down with eyes filled with lust and watched her face beginning to move to and fro. She was looking up at him as she sucked him and that turned him on even more.

He glanced at his uncle who was now kissing Riya passionately, occasionally pulling back his head and licking her lips with his tongue. He was surprised that he felt no anger, no jealousy. He almost laughed when he realized that if his uncle were going to fuck his wife, then he would be fucking his.

Their reverie was suddenly interrupted, by sounds of gasps and giggles coming from the door; and while both Dev and Riya froze, Nimmi and Ajit just continued as if nothing had happened.

Standing at the door were the rest of the players from yesterday’s scene. They were all there: Sheena, Sunil, Mina and Hari. The men were dressed in knee length shorts and nothing else to cover their chests while the two women wore similar short gowns that were low in length and low around their chests. It looked like they were in some kind of a dress parade.

Dev still had his hands on his aunt’s tits though he had stopped all movements. Riya had just wrapped her hands around Ajit’s enormous and pulsating shaft; her hands froze even as he nonchalantly bent his head down to capture one swollen tit in his mouth.


“Welcome to the club!” exclaimed Sheena advancing into the balcony, the rest of the gang trailing behind her. Already, she was pulling down the thin straps of her flimsy gown, letting her large tits tumble out of the sheer garment.

“Enjoying?” Hari questioned, fumbling with the drawstring that held his shorts around his waist. 

Mina didn’t push down the straps of her gown; in stead, she whipped out the entire dress over her head to emerge stark naked. Dev had to admit that she was gorgeous - a perfect 10. Her rather narrow shoulders tapered to a tiny waist and further below, swelled out at her hips.

Her husband had already pushed down his shorts to the floor and had wrapped one hand around his bulbous cock.

“You set it up!” Riya said accusingly.

“Hey, what else did you expect?” Sheena answered, walking with Mina in tow to where her mother was positioned on her knees, sucking on Dev’s cock, bobbing her head faster and faster.

“Don’t tell us that the two of you were not turned on yesterday,” grinned Sunil, as he walked up to where Riya was standing.

“Yeah,” Hari added, following his brother and also jerking on his shaft. “The two of you had a rollicking time in your room yesterday night after taking in the show we put out.”

Dev looked astonished. Riya gasped, partly from what Hari told them and partly because of Ajit’s mouth around her tit, sucking out the milk from it.

“I know I locked the door,” Dev said feeling stupid. He drew his hands back from his aunt’s tits, but she grabbed them and guided them back.

Sheena chuckled, now standing on one side of Dev. Mina stood on the other and Dev was suddenly surrounded by three exceptionally sexy and horny ladies, one crouched between his legs and on her knees already sucking his cock and the other two getting down on their knees on either side of the chair onto which he was sprawled out.

“We have ways and means,” Sheena gave him a meaningful look and leaned down to press one swollen tit against his face. She used one hand to squeeze it and he felt a jet of her warm milk splattering his cheek. Not to be left out, Mina, on the other side did the same and soon, he felt the liquid dripping down his cheeks.

Nimmi looked up and pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Don’t waste it, girls. It would be a better idea if the two of you use it to get this horny cock well lubricated. Not that it is as if it isn’t wet already. There’s enough of my saliva and his juice over it. It will be better if there is a lot of milk on it.”

Dev thought he would faint when he watched his aunt draw away from between his thighs and the two women sliding close to each other. His erect organ stood up between the two pairs of enormous tit flesh and he shuddered when he watched their nipples rub against each other.

The two women now mashed their breasts against each other and suddenly his cock was between the four domes. The milk was squirting pretty freely and copiously now and he shivered when he felt the rivulets running all over his shaft. It was a heavenly feeling, he thought. More intense than the wet titty fucking he had given to Riya yesterday night. 

Thinking of Riya, he looked up to glance at the foursome across the balcony and what he saw almost caused him to loose his load. 

Somebody, and he didn’t know who for he had been too busy, had fetched a narrow and small rectangular padded stool. Riya was lying on her back on top of it. It was so small that her head was hanging down over one edge and her thighs down over the opposite edge. This meant that the stool was supporting her from the back of her shoulders to her buttocks. The stool was high enough so that Ajit, standing over one side didn’t have to bend to rub his cock head over her face. It was also narrow enough so that Sunil could stand over it, feet planted to the floor on either sides and facing Ajit. Sunil’s erection was nestled between Riya’s melons. Down below, Hari was standing between her wide-open thighs, rubbing his cock over her inflamed slit.

Oh god! Dev thought, his pretty little wife was getting a gangbang! He too was getting just that, he knew, extending his tongue to lick the huge flopping and wet tits of his aunt’s who was now bending over him. The other two sexy women shook their tits so that they flapped over his cock, as if slapping the hard member. Then, Mina was leaning further, trying to wrap her luscious tits around his cock; Sheena wasn’t too far behind: she too leaned over and he thought it so erotic watching the breasts strain against each other.

Riya, her head hanging down over the stool opened her mouth wide. She had abandoned all pretenses of trying to act as if she was put off. Simply because she wasn’t put off at all. The sight of those rock-hard cocks rubbing over her most erotic zones had ripped through her defenses and she was now feeling a kind of a new high she hadn’t ever experienced before. 

Ajit shuffled forward, stuffing his cock into her mouth. She had almost half of its enormous length inside; and though she had developed the subtleties required to deep throat her husband, she wasn’t sure she could take Ajit’s cock all the way in. She felt the glans reaching her throat and she tried to relax the muscles there, sucking the hot flesh hard, her tongue lashing the throbbing length. He groaned, bending forward to take hold of her swollen tits and crush them together around Sunil’s rampant cock. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward, letting a bit of his cock enter her throat.

She raised her legs up and spread them wider, wrapping them around Hari’s back, as if urging him to stop playing around and shove his cock in her cunt.

Hari obliged at about the same time that Sunil began to thrust his cock in and out of her milky tits. She gasped around Ajit’s cock when she felt the cock invade her pussy. It was huge, hard and felt engorged and pulsated inside her.

“Pour some milk on my tits, girls,” Nimmi squealed, now eager to get into the action.

Dev’s eyes bulged as he watched the girls hold down his aunt and squeeze their boobs, squirting Nimmi’s tits until they were wet and glistening.

“Ahhhhh…yes, like that, go ahead and soak them up so that I can fuck Dev’s cock with them, oh yes, more, Mina, more,” she begged.

He sat there, fondling his cock and watching Nimmi getting the loads of milk from her daughter’s and her daughter’s tits. When the liquid was positively streaming down her tits in torrents, his aunt pulled herself closer to him, pushing his hips apart and sliding between them.

“Now, Dev, slide that boner between these,” she giggled.

He didn’t hesitate. Holding her tits by the sides, he gripped them together and slid his cock between them from below. The girls leaned forward and began to lick at his shaft and his aunt’s nipples as he began to ram his cock to and fro in the heavenly valley of her tits. He wanted to throw his head back and shout with pleasure; to shoot out his load between the wet slick tunnel of warm and soft flesh, but he knew that prolonging the ultimate would only help to intensify his pleasure.

He raised his head and saw Hari’s glistening cock pound in and out of Riya’s cunt. He was holding her legs up and apart till her heels rested on his shoulders. In quite the opposite rhythm, Sunil was sliding his cock between her massive tits, rubbing the milk over the flesh that squirted out from Ajit squeezing them furiously. 

His uncle’s amazing dick was fucking Riya’s mouth, disappearing to the hilt whenever he plunged it in. She had her hands behind her, holding Ajit’s buttocks, urging him on.

Dev could stand it no more. He pushed his aunt away and rasped out: “I want to fuck your cunt, aunt.”

The girls drew back as he bodily hauled Nimmi up to her feet and spun her around so that her back was facing him. Still sprawled out on the chair, he drew his aunt down over his erect cock. Mina reached out to take hold of his dick while Sheena used her fingers to spread her mother’s cunt-lips apart. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered Nimmi onto him, gasping as his cock entered her hot and moist cunt.

“Ohhhhh God!” Nimmi sighed pausing when his cock was completely inside her cunt. “That’s so good, Dev, ah, you fill me up, oh god, that’s it, now. Fuck me, now, fuck me, Dev!”

“You do it,” he said, sliding his hands around her body to grab her tits. He saw Sheena kneel on the floor facing her mother and lean forward to lick the jiggling tits. He grabbed Mina by her hand and said,

“Come on, baby, suck my balls.”

Mina eagerly shoved her head down between Nimmi’s thighs and took one of his nuts in her mouth, cradling the sack with her hands.

Nimmi now began to bounce up and down over him, increasing the speed gradually. She was an expert, he realized, as she built up towards an inexorable rhythm, which she interrupted once in a while to prevent him from spilling his load quickly.

She drew her daughter closer to her breast, bending down to kiss the top of her head, in what he thought was a strange gesture considering the situation in hand. Sheena merely began to suck on her mother’s nipple, her hand groping to her side, till she had lodged a finger deep inside Mina’s pussy. Mina reciprocated; only, she did not put her finger inside, she rubbed Sheena’s clit in gentle circles.

“Oh shit, I’m going to come!” Sunil yelled from cross the balcony. Dev snapped his head up to watch Sunil making his final frantic movements, driving his cock between Riya’s tits, and then, pulling it out. He held the base and gasping with considerable effort, groaned as his semen shot out. He made sure that he directed his cock right over her tits so that finally, Dev couldn’t tell the juice from Sunil’s cock apart from his wife’s milk.

Hari paused, waiting for Sunil to finish rubbing his cock over Riya’s tits till he was sure that his balls were empty. After Sunil lifted one leg and got off the stool, Hari began to fuck her cunt in earnest, gripping her hips even as she contrived to pull him closer with the aid of her legs around his shoulder.




Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 02



Nimmi was now wailing like a banshee, riding Dev’s cock, and having just watched his wife’s tits bathed with juice, he began to move his hips as well to counter her thrusts. Mina, sighing and moaning, was rapidly flicking her tongue over the base of his cock when her mother rose above him and she quit rubbing Sheena’s clit and pushed a finger in the cunt instead. 

Dev was having a rough time. Never in his wildest imagination had he ever thought that he would be actually participating in an orgy. His hands flew back and forth between his aunt’s and Sheena’s tits, kneading and squeezing and pinching the abundant mounds of flesh. He knew that he wasn’t going to last longer.

It was almost as if Nimmi knew too, because she reached behind and gripped her nephew’s shoulders, beginning to buck up and down his cock.

“Oh god, yes, yes, fuck me, Dev. That’s it, lift your hips up, yes, harder now, fuck me.”

When Dev watched Hari pull out his cock from Riya’s cunt and come over her belly, he lost it. Gripping his aunt’s hips, he pulled her down one last time and lifted his own hips. A strangled sound escaped from his throat as he felt his warm seed boiling out of his tight balls and spewing out to fill Nimmi’s hungry cunt. His fingers dug into her flesh as blast after blast of his come jetted out from his cock.

Now that his son and son were satiated, Ajit pulled his cock out of Riya’s mouth and quickly straddled her.

“Nothing like fucking a cum-stained milky pair of tits,” he chuckled, pushing his cock between her tits, which he held together.

Riya had already had two orgasms. She couldn’t believe it! And, as Ajit began to slide his cock between her slick tits, she felt the rush of another climax. 

When Mina and Sheena crawled over to where Riya was lying on the stool, Ajit chuckled and gestured to them, without interrupting his movements. Riya’s eyes flew open when she felt a pair of tongues licking her belly and her cunt and realizing that it was Sheena and Mina doing it, she felt a spasm that jerked her body up over the stool.

Riya came for the third time. Realizing that, Ajit bunched her tits harder (the flow of milk had now become a small dribble) and rapidly began to go at them like a jackhammer.

He grunted aloud and went rigid, enveloping his cock with her slick tits as he emptied his load between them.

Dev and Nimmi, slumped on the chair, his cock still inside her cunt, watched the three girls, Riya on her back on the stool and the other two propped up against it. The three of them were literally covered with juices; man juice or milk, they couldn’t tell, but all looked shiny and oiled.

Like pretty milky maids all in a row!

******



Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 03



“I’ve a confession to make,” Nimmi told them.

Dev and Riya looked at his aunt from across the room. They were getting ready to join the rest of the family for breakfast, having just had their shower together. Of course, they had more than just a shower. He had gotten into the groove that his uncle had confessed into being trapped in: milky tits. And with the shower running at full blast, he had just about almost emptied the milk from his wife’s gorgeous tits.

“You mean after all that happened yesterday?” he asked her, laughing so hard, his body shook.

Nimmi had to smile at the way he said it. Riya too began to laugh.

“Yes, Dev, after all that happened.”

“What’s that?” Riya asked, buttoning up her blouse.

“Yes. Do tell us what that confession is about,” Dev added, looking into the full-length mirror, satisfied that his t-shirt and shorts were fitting him right. 

“Your dad and mom are arriving tonight, right?”

Dev looked glum as he nodded. “Yes, I know. With the baby.”

“I wonder how we possibly could get together like we did yesterday with them around,” Riya said, aware that she was blushing.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Nimmi was still smiling.

“You bet she did!” Dev exclaimed. “You folks gave us an entirely new dimension to fucking. I never had thought that milky tits, oh hell, all kinds of tits would be so wonderfully erotic.”

“Like father, like son,” Nimmi murmured in a low voice.

“Wh-what??” Dev was stunned when he heard his aunt talking about his father.

“That’s a part of the confession, I guess,” Nimmi looked anxiously at him. She could see that Riya was equally shocked.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about!” Dev said unsteadily.

“Look, Dev. And you too, Riya, listen to me. Let’s cut the bullshit, okay. I’m going to keep this short and to the point. Vivek was only slightly younger than you when I had Hari. Three years on, Sheena happened. And you came to Shreya two years before I had Hari. That meant that for over five years, your mom and me had our tits filled up with milk.”

She paused and looked at them hesitantly.

“And?” Dev prompted.

“Ajit caught the milky tits disease from your dad,” she ended up lamely.

Dev had a look of bewilderment on his face. Riya gasped.

“Dad?” Dev’s voice was choked.

“Yes. Let me make myself clear. Your dad is Ajit’s cousin…”

“We all know that, but dad…?”

“Let me finish. Vivek was dating Shreya for almost a year before I met Ajit. And I was the proverbial younger sister who always looked up to Shreya, god, I worshipped her. Secretly, I used to fantasize about your Dad. And when I met Ajit, he seemed to be so much like Vivek. Maybe not in his looks, but everything that they did was so damned alike. By the time your dad married my sister I had begun dating Ajit. We were married the next year. 

“You know that initially, we lived in the same city for over an year before moving down south. That was enough time for us to get into the swapping game.”

“What the hell?!” Dev was astounded. It seemed incredible to him (and also to Riya) that these two couples could do that. 

“That was the reason that we never came down to your place. We wanted to keep it to ourselves. By the time you were about five years old, we stopped coming to your place. Instead, Vivek and sis did all the traveling.”

“How did it happen?” Riya asked in a small voice.

“This is unbelievable!” Dev’s voice was husky. “I just can’t believe it!”

“I thought it would be better that you guys know about it before they arrive tonight,” Nimmi told them. “As to your question, Riya, it isn’t a very long story, I guess. Those were the seventies and the flower children had already happened; the expression for peace and love was nothing more than sex and those were the years when accessibility to porno was easier than getting a bottle of Scotch.”

“Ok, ok,” Dev interrupted. “Tell us how it happened though I can draw the picture fairly well.”

In his mind, he could see his parents, naked, cavorting with his uncle and aunt. He remembered what he had always told Riya. “Honey, if mom was an inch shorter, she would be a splitting replica of aunt.”

Riya had studied her mother and Nimmi closely and had drawn out the few points that distinguished the two sisters.

“Mom’s taller, I agree, Dev. But overall, she is more, uh, petite. Maybe it’s the way she carries herself and dresses. She wears conservative dresses. And waist down, Mom’s much slimmer; in case you haven’t noticed it. Her shoulders aren’t so wide as your aunt’s and her body tone is much firmer. As to the similarity of their faces, I have to agree that they both look identical; well, almost. Mom’s got slightly thinner lips and her eyebrows are much more pronounced.”

She could have gone on, but Dev had laughingly put up his hands in mock surrender. He had also felt embarrassed when his wife had spoken about mom’s ‘waist-down’ and had changed the subject.

Now, in his mind he pictured his mom naked and lying on the bed with his father on her top. Nimmi had mentioned his fetish about milky tits and he could almost see his Dad suckling from Shreya’s ample bosom. He felt a tightening between his legs and had to flop down on the bed, bending forward so that his wife and aunt wouldn’t notice the bulge.

Nimmi let out a deep sigh and walked slowly over to the bed, sitting beside her nephew. She patted the other side of the bed and motioned for Riya to sit down as well. Riya, quite dumbly, obeyed.

Sitting between the couple, Nimmi leaned back, putting her hands behind her, resting her palms on the mattress. She was dressed in a short housedress and when she leaned back, they could see her tits thrusting against the flimsy garment. She closed her eyes and began:

“Well, we used to go the Garden Top restaurant every weekend. Just the four of us; and we would sit there around our favorite table set in the back of the woods. It was almost a year after my marriage that we decided to have a small party there. It was your dad’s birthday and believe me, hardly an hour after we settled down around the table and we had already started on the third bottle of wine.

“We sisters were seated opposite to each other and between our husbands around the circular table and the wine had pretty much loosened us up. There was a lot of general talk and sure as hell, it got down to sex. It was hilarious, I can tell you, when Vivek demonstrated how to put a condom around the shaft. He used a real condom and slipped it down his middle finger. He pulled out a couple more and asked Ajit to try out. My husband could never get the hang of it; he kept tearing the rubber off. We were all laughing and giggling. 

“That was when, obviously feeling high and light, I blurted out how Vivek used to turn me on when he was dating Shreya. Vivek thanked me for the compliment, saying he was flattered and added that he wished he had noticed earlier. Whereupon, he got your mom’s elbow in his ribs.

“ ‘If you had laid your paws on her, Vivek, I would have dragged Ajit out from nowhere and let him do the same to me!’” she had giggled. And that set the tone for the rest of the evening. God, it was so hot…”

FLASHBACK – NIMMI 

The wine tasted so damned good and I was on a real high. So too, I guess was Shreya, because when I let my toes rub against Vivek’s legs, she definitely saw it, but didn’t say anything.

After Vivek settled the bill, we got in the car and during the drive back home, the guys regaled us with dirty jokes.

“Guess what the egg said to the boiling water?” Vivek was saying. He was driving and we sisters shared the back seat.

“How the hell do you expect me to get so hard? I got laid just a minute ago!” Ajit roared back.

Obviously these were their common jokes and we were giggling. The barrier had been broken a long time ago and we were using the four letter words pretty freely and without inhibitions.

“About the condom,” Ajit interjected. “What would you do if you fucked once a day with three hundred and sixty five used rubbers?”

“Melt ‘em down, make a tire and call it Goodyear!” Vivek laughed.

“Ok, ok, here’s a new one, pal,” Ajit said. “What are the three words that a nubile and pretty little wife dreads the most when she is fucking?”

That stumped Vivek. He thought about it for some time and then said, “Okay, okay. I give up.”

“ ‘Honey, I am home!’” Ajit yelled.

By the time we reached home we were all in a highly aroused state. Vivek told us that when you cross an owl and a rooster, you get a cock that stays up all night. To which, Ajit asked us why are electric trains like a woman’s tits. Vivek had the reply all right. Glancing at us, he grinned and said, “It’s because they are designed for the kids, but it’s the fathers who are always playing with them!”

I felt a twitch running up my crotch and leaned forward to rub Ajit’s shoulders. Vivek was driving at a leisurely pace.

“Oh yeah?” Shreya’s voice was slurred and she too leaned forward to put her arms around Vivek’s shoulders, caressing his cheeks.

Ajit reached behind to play with my long tresses, which I had pulled over my ears and let fall over his face. He always loved my long brown hair.

Vivek chuckled, holding Shreya’s wrist and brushing his lips over her fingers.

The jokes began to focus more on tits, particularly from Vivek. Apparently, he had a thing about them, because ever so often, Shreya would lean forward and press her tits against his shoulders and he would press right back.

When we finally arrived at their place, it was well past midnight. Even so, we thought that it wasn’t too late for another bottle of wine. 

By the time the guys fetched the bottle and the glasses, we sisters slipped off to their bedroom and changed into something more comfortable. We were almost of the same sizes except that her bra was a couple of sizes larger for me. Anyway, who wanted to wear them?

So I borrowed a flimsy nightgown from her; a see-through affair that reached mid-thigh and was strapped to the back by a pair of tiny laces. She too wore a similar dress. No underwear for us, of course. 

Habit it was that made us kiss each other after we changed. Ever since we had gotten to learn about sex, we thought nothing about pleasuring each other. In fact, we almost never had slept in separate beds.

“Whoa hoof…” she hissed after I had pulled my mouth away from hers. We giggled like teenagers, standing there in the middle of the bedroom, embracing and casually fondling each other’s boobs.

“The guys will be waiting for us,” I said.

“You bet. They really are hot today, hah?”

I laughed. “Yeah, that they are.”

“Did you really mean that thing about Vivek?”

“Are you upset?”

“Hell no. I feel great that my hubby could make you horny. But why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I guess I was scared?” 

“Big deal,” she replied and we walked together down the staircase to the living room.

The guys hadn’t been idle either. The glasses were filled, the lights dimmed and soft music was playing in the background. What was more important was that they both were in shorts and sleeveless t-shirts.

“Hey, hi sexy!” Vivek spotted us first. “That includes you too, Nimmi.”

“You two are looking great!” Ajit added.

There were two couches placed at right angles in one corner and we chose them. I sat beside my husband and she beside hers. 

“Here’s to us,” Ajit toasted and we began to swallow the wine. No more delicate and tiny little sips. It was as if all of us wanted to get higher than we now were.

Our vocabulary began to get looser and looser till each sentence we spoke was hardly ever without at least one four letter word. The topic was of course just sex and at one point we got real wild when they began to talk about big tits and deep pussies. 

“Man,” Vivek was telling Ajit. “We were watching this movie the other day where Bindu was doing a cabaret. Those tits of hers! Shit, I don’t think I could hold one of them with both my fucking hands!”

“Moushumi has a great pair too, you know. We saw that film where she dances in the rain, and the way her fucking tits jiggled, god, that was a treat to watch!”

I suppose we should have realized that they were just egging us on by describing those big-tit actresses. Inside, we were smoldering. That’s what jealousy and possessiveness does to us women, I guess. 

“What about Neetu Singh and Neelam? They pack great tits too! I wonder whether their bras are made to order,” Vivek laughed.

Shreya twisted around to face her husband. Quickly she reached behind her and pulled out the straps that were tied in a knot behind her. Her tits tumbled out. 

Now, we sisters don’t exactly have pimples on our chests. She has a good thirty-six and mine were thirty-four. We also had this trick of pulling our shoulders together so that our tits would swell out more; sort of push out in front of us. But the sudden brazen manner in which she had pulled down her nightie had the two guys gaping. And, when I too followed suit, they were speechless.

“What about these, you bastards?” Shreya asked, her voice slurred, but determined nevertheless. 

“Yeah,” I echoed. “These tits are for real; not the ones you see on celluloid.”

Vivek immediately shifted gears. He set his glass on the table and turned to Shreya. “Hey, baby, no offence meant. Your tits are the greatest.”

He reached out and grabbed her tits in his hands, as if he was weighing them. Then, he looked at me and said, “Yours too, Nimmi,” he grinned.

Ajit took the cue. He grasped my tits in his hands and began to knead them. Involuntarily, I moaned, putting my hands over his, afraid that he might just back out and let go of them.

“Oh yeah,” Vivek murmured leaning forward and burying his head between her tits. “These are for real and I can actually kiss and suck on them.” He drew back, and then his tongue snaked out of his mouth. She shivered uncontrollably when he licked her right nipple.

When Ajit followed suit by licking my stiff nipple, all hell broke loose.

As usual, it was Shreya who led me on.

“You guys have been talking about big tits all the time. What about letting us talk about big cocks?” she moaned.

I saw her bend down, mashing her tit right in Vivek’s face and push her hand inside his shorts. She just lifted one side of the shorts and fished out his very large cock. He groaned around her tits when she grasped it with both her hands.

“Why talk, baby?” Vivek’s voice was muffled. “Just pull back my shorts and you could hold it in your hands.”

I wanted to do the same to my husband but he had different ideas. He slid down to the floor, kneeling between my legs and pushed up my nightie over my thighs, exposing my cunt. Without pausing, he buried his face in my pussy and I almost screamed when I felt his tongue lashing up and down my wet slit.

As Ajit began to go to town with my pussy, I grabbed my tits and squeezed them. I had been on the trigger for quite a while and just didn’t want to hold back. My hips rose off the couch and I screwed my eyes shut as I had my first orgasm. Wow! Just the touch of his tongue, and I had come! I never really had come so fast before.

Ajit realized I had come and now I felt two of his fingers thrusting into my cunt. He kept nibbling on my clit. I opened my eyes.

To my astonishment, Vivek was kneeling on the sofa, hovering above Shreya, feeding his big cock in her mouth. He was kneading her tits and when he saw me watching my sister’s oral demonstration, he winked at me. Leaning sideways and continuing to fuck her mouth, he bent down and kissed me flush on my mouth.

This was a first for me. One guy kissing my mouth while another sucked on my wet pussy! I was transported to heaven. At last, I was shoving my tongue into Vivek’s mouth, just as I had fantasized all those days before I got to know Ajit. 

Vivek slid one hand off his wife’s tit and grasped one of mine. I felt his tongue lashing away at mine and I glanced up to watch Shreya looking at us, even as she continued to move her head to and fro to suck his cock. Amazingly, with all that meat in her mouth, she managed to grin at me and lazily carried one of her hands to capture my other tit.

I heard her moan and saw her hips rising off the couch. I managed to look down and saw that Ajit was rubbing her cunt as he continued sucking on mine. Like me, she too was coming.

Hurriedly, Ajit pulled his mouth away from my cunt and put it over hers. She pulled his head deeper, her legs spreading wide apart. With her husband’s cock drilling her mouth, there was no way she could scream. But when she opened her mouth, Vivek suddenly pulled out his cock and turning to his left, bent sideways and brushed the tip over my lips. I wasn’t going to let this chance go.

So, I opened my mouth wide and fitted the length and width of his shaft inside me. I felt the hot and throbbing flesh expand in my mouth and I let my tongue wash it up before pushing my head forward and letting more of it slip inside.

Months of practice with Ajit’s cock had managed to make me an expert cocksucker; Vivek groaned when he realized that I had taken at least half an inch of his meat inside my throat. 

I fondled his balls as I bobbed my head to and fro, sucking on his cock like it was a lollypop. He shifted his body so that he was now standing on the couch on which I was seated. Holding the back of my head, he began to spear my mouth with his cock. I met him; thrust to thrust. 

“Oh please, Ajit, let me suck on you too,” I heard Shreya wail. I saw my husband slide across to the other couch and sit beside her.

“I like getting sucked when I am sitting down,” he announced.

Shreya slipped off the couch and knelt between his out stretched thighs. She bent down, her mouth opening. He pulled back her hair so he could watch her lips glide down over the length of his cock.

“Aahhhh, baby, that is so good,” he sighed.

It kind of sent a signal to Vivek and me because he began to thrust in and out of my mouth rapidly. I would pull back my head when his hips went back; and then would push myself forward when he slammed forward. That meant I was taking his cock in my mouth right down to the hilt till I could feel his pubic hair tickling my nose.

“Oh god, honey,” Vivek gasped, “your sis is taking me inside her completely!”

Shreya pulled back, Ajit’s cock slipping out of her mouth and looked up at us. “Where did you learn that? You never told me you could do that!” she said before getting back to taking my husband’s cock back in her mouth.

“Hmmm,” was all I could say.

When I contrived to study the two guys, I suddenly realized that it wasn’t really just the fact that we were sucking their cocks that was turning them on; what was getting them heated up was the fact that it was their wives who were sucking their best buddies off. 

“Oh shit, baby,” Vivek croaked, speeding up his thrusts. “I am going to come. Where do you want it?”

I did not want to stop sucking him, so I just indicated to him my face and my throat.

“Your face and throat?” he asked.

I managed to nod.

“Okay, baby, you asked for it,” he replied, squeezing my tits as he rammed on. My entire body was rocking to and fro with the impact of his thrusts, but I held on, giving it back to him just as good.

I noticed that Ajit was now raising and lowering his ass off the couch. “And what about you, honey?” he asked Shreya. “Where do you want my spunk?”

She pulled his cock out of her mouth though she kept jerking on the shaft to and fro with her fist. She looked up at him, a wicked smile on her lips.

“Come on my big tits, baby, come on my big tits,” she told him.

And that was how it changed Ajit’s life.

******

Though his aunt was relating to them what had transpired more than a couple of decades ago, Dev could actually visualize the events. He was also past bothering about the hard on he had, and one glance at Riya was enough for him to understand that she too was just as turned on as he was.




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Nimmi was still sitting between them and it came as no surprise to them that she had begun to rub her thighs together and was squirming on the bed on which the three of them were seated.

His aunt was wearing a housedress and it was apparent that she wore no underclothes simply because the dress was too short and too flimsy. All that wriggling and squirming had pushed the dress up her thighs. She was leaning back and they could clearly see the large tits thrusting against the thin material of the dress.

After she described to them how Ajit had come all over Shreya’s tits, she paused, her head thrown back, eyes shut, obviously living those events in her mind once again.

Dev cleared his throat. “But you said milky tits, aunt. Mom had no milk at that time.”

A faint smile appeared on her lips. “No. Not at that time. But less than a year after she had you, they came visiting. I remember they arrived by the night train and we had picked them up from the station. You were hardly a month old then, and we had reduced our foursomes for quite some time. They were happening too less number of times. Say once in three or four months. And that too, it would last for a couple of days at the most. We were just concerned when you were in her belly.

“So when they arrived with you after such a long time, it was only natural that we were all heated up. Even as Ajit was driving us home, I was in the back seat with your dad, having unzipped him and sucking on his cock. Shreya had you in her lap, so she couldn’t do much in the car. She and Ajit just kept cheering us on and before we reached home, Vivek had shot his juice all over my face. 

“It was after Shreya put you to sleep and we assembled in the living room that Vivek told us that he had found out a very sexy way to get off. When Ajit asked what it was, Vivek told him that he would rather demonstrate. This time, we did not need any wine or music. There was just a tearing hurry on our part to get naked. Shreya’s boobs had swelled to enormous proportions and Ajit immediately commented upon them.

“That was when your parents laughed at us and Vivek proceeded to lay Shreya down on the floor. He straddled her and leaned back to show us how his cock was nestling between her tits. He told Ajit to squeeze her boobs together after he had spread some milk over them and then we watched in fascination as he fucked her slick tit tunnel.

“It was a great turn on for the two of us and I guess that is when we took a decision to have a baby as quickly as possible. As for Ajit, he just couldn’t get over it. ‘Forget fucking, damn it,’ he would say, ‘this is the ultimate.’ 

“I asked Shreya how it felt and she replied, ‘Wonderful.’ From that night there were hardly any sessions between us, which did not involve one or both of them sliding their cocks in her cleavage. Shreya did notice that I was beginning to feel left out; so, she invented this crazy thing about the two of us lying on top of each other. We would kiss and caress and fondle and she would make sure that plenty of her milk rolled over on to my tits. 

“That way, both the guys had milky tits to fuck. Oh hell. It was like the four of us were teens all over again. We could scarcely keep our hands to ourselves. The two guys would sit facing each other on top of Shreya. One of them would sit on her belly and the other crouched over her face. They would then slide their cocks simultaneously between her tits. I would normally lie across her to lick and suck her tits and their cocks. Shit, that was really great!”

Dev, no longer feeling that there was any necessity of covering up, leaned across his aunt’s laps and unbuttoned Riya’s blouse. Nimmi just smiled, not moving from her position; she was still leaning back, her palms behind her on the bed. Neither did Riya protest.

In fact, Riya too leaned forward and tugged down his shorts to free his hard and erect cock. 

Dev brought his legs up on the bed and snuggled down until he was lying on his aunt’s laps, his ass resting on them. Riya turned towards the two, leaned down holding her tits in her hands and enveloped his cock between them.

Dev groaned and moved back and forth, fucking his wife’s tits. Nimmi finally bent down and sideways to place her mouth on his. Riya began to rock as Dev fucked her tits. She squeezed them harder allowing the milk to drain off her nipples and down over his cock. 

Riya thrust one hand under Nimmi’s dress pushing a finger up the older woman’s cunt. When Nimmi felt the finger inside of her, she reached out with one hand to stroke Riya’s clit.

The faster that Dev began thrusting his cock in and out of her cleavage, the faster his finger moved in and out of Nimmi’s cunt. This only made the woman rub Riya’s clit harder.

“Shove your fingers in my cunt, damn it!” Riya gasped.

Quickly, Nimmi complied with her order and Riya moaned, lifting her hips to allow the fingers to hit bottom.

Somehow, Dev managed to get his mouth on one of Nimmi’s juicy tits and then with a loud cry, he was spurting his juice all over his wife’s melons. 

Fingers went crazy as they sawed in and out of wet cunts and charged up as they all were with Nimmi’s description of the foursome, it took very little time for the both the women to reach their orgasm, almost simultaneously.

The circle was complete.

******



Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 04



NOTE: This story was to have only one episode, which was described in the first two chapters. I had to continue with the third, where indeed the circle was to have been completed. 

It is amazing, and also encouraging, how many folks out there wrote to me and gave me their suggestions to keep the story going. The following chapter may sound a bit contrived: it was written after incorporating the various wants and needs of my pals out there.

I hope that they are not disappointed with this effort. And though the end is sort of hasty, it was the only way left for me!

Enjoy and do keep writing in. A piece of advice for those who wrote to tell me that incest and breast sex are a product of the depraved mind: SHUT OFF YOUR PC! 

It came as no surprise to Dev and Riya when they learnt that the rest of them already knew about the relations between Dev's parents and his uncle and aunt. 

"Imagine these oldies doing a swap!" Sheena had giggled.

"Oldies?" Ajit queried, unzipping his pants and fishing out his large erect cock. "You call this oldies?"

"Of course not, dad," Mina laughed, leaning to her side and wrapping her fist around it. "That's one hell of a piece I ever saw."

"Does dad know about us?" Riya asked.

"No," Nimmi told her. "But I reckon it's only fair that they do. Hey, Riya, have you ever had the hots for your father? He's a handsome geezer alright!"

Dev looked curiously at his wife. Riya blushed, averting her eyes from Nimmi and looking at her feet. 

"And hey stud," Hari called out, "don't you ever think about your mom that way? Moms are a son's best friends. I can tell you that!" He laughed, grabbing his mother's tits.

When both Dev and Riya didn't answer, Ajit began to laugh.

"That floors the two of you, uh?" he cackled, lifting his hips to allow Mina to jerk on his cock.

Dev sighed, grinning. "I never really thought of that," he confessed. "But after going through all this and listening to aunt giving us a blow-by-blow description of your foursome, it's getting to me."

"What about you, Riya?" Sunil slid towards her and put his arms around her. "Does the thought of getting laid by your father gets you all horny and heated up?"

Riya smiled, looking at her husband. Dev was massaging Sheena's thighs. 

"I suppose now that you mention it, it does."

"I wonder what it would feel like. I mean fucking aunt Shreya." Hari said, leaning forward to bury his head between his mother's tits.

"Ok, ok," his wife, said. "Enough of discussions. We have maybe an hour before mom and dad go to get Dev's parents. Let's make the most of it." She leaned down and took Ajit's cock in her mouth.

"Ah, Mina," Ajit murmured, "Well said."

He dragged his chair so that he could face Mina. His cock, which had slipped out of her mouth while he positioned himself, was fully erect and glistening with his pre-cum and her saliva. As he was satisfying himself with the new position, Mina, sitting on the other chair opposite him, hiked her skirt up her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties and when she spread her legs to hook them over the armchair, he could see that her pussy was already wet with her juices.

As he pulled his chair closer to hers, Mina pushed down the top she was wearing letting her heavy tits tumble out; she wasn't wearing any bra either. 

She bent down again, taking her father's cock in her mouth: there was no licking, no teasing. There was no finesse at all in her actions. She just grasped the base of his shaft and took his entire length in her mouth. He grunted with pleasure, raising his hips and thrusting his hands down to capture her dangling tits.

Sunil, meanwhile, who had his arm around Riya's shoulder, reached inside her blouse and pulled out one swollen tit. He was seated on the arm of the chair on which she was seated and had to lean sideways to put his mouth over hers. Though Nimmi had already satiated her a while ago, Riya let out a small moan and thrust her tongue in his mouth to allow him to suck on it.

Dev was indulging in his now favorite fetish. He lay back on his chair and watched Sheena who was kneeling on the floor move up and down over him, masturbating his cock between her tits. He pushed her silky hair behind her ears to watch the delightful sight of his cock being fucked by her enormous tits.

The other pair of mother and son was rocking back and forth in one corner of the room. Nimmi was on her fours and Hari, bent over her, pumped his cock in and out from behind, reveling in the sound that they were making when his hips slapped against her ass.

Mina had been right when she had said that they barely had an hour before they would have to finish up the job in hand. It was precisely fifty minutes when they lay on the floor and the chairs, each one of them breathing raggedly. The job in hand was over.

At least, for now. 

******

"Gosh, that was a wonderful dinner, Nimmi," Shreya said, leaning back against the chair and sipping the wine. She looked around the table at the rest of the family.

"So, son, are you having a good time?" Vivek asked, lighting up a cigarette. 

"Oh, just great," Dev answered, flushing a bit. He just couldn't get the image of his naked parents off his mind.

"What about you, Riya?" Vivek asked, glancing at Dev's wife.

She blushed. Partly because she thought of all the things that they had been doing and partly because the vision of her father, naked and hunched over Nimmi, sprang into her mind.

She nodded her head. "Very good, Dad," she answered.

"Okay, kids," Nimmi interrupted, "Vivek and Shreya must be tired. So, off we go to bed early tonight. We can all have our discussions tomorrow."

It had all been planned. 

******

When Ajit and Nimmi had driven Vivek and Shreya to the house, they had discussed about old times. The sisters had taken the back seat and Vivek had turned around from the front seat, grinning from ear to ear as he watched them kiss each other. It was by no way a sisterly kiss: more than that it was the kiss between two lovers meeting after a long time. 

When they were about fifteen minutes away from the house, Shreya had sat up, fluffing back her hair and rocking her grandson to sleep.

"Shit, we missed you both," Vivek sighed, reaching behind and feeling up his sister's tits over her blouse.

"Yeah," Shreya seconded him. "We have to get together tonight."

"We have three milky maids, pal," Ajit chuckled. "And guess what?"

"Hey. Come on, Ajit. They are kids."

"Just hear me out, okay? Tell me the two of you. You have seen our children and their spouses lately, haven't you?" Ajit asked.

"Of course, Ajit. What are you talking about?" Shreya was puzzled.

"What do you think about incest?" Nimmi asked in a soft voice.

Her sister and Vivek were astonished and stunned. His jaws gaping wide, Vivek muttered, "What the hell are you talking about, you two?"

"Answer my question. Please," insisted Nimmi.

"We have read some stories and seen some porno tapes featuring incest," Shreya admitted.

"And what did the two of you feel about it?"

"Frankly, we weren't bothered about the relationship aspect," Vivek answered, glancing at his wife. "We were more focused to the action!"

Ajit burst out laughing. "That's my man," he said.

"Actually, most of the time, we mute the TV when we watch the stag films. There's barely any story line in fuck films these days. Besides, the track is full of loud background music, a lot of moans and groans and dialogues which do not go beyond the mundane. 'Fuck me.' 'Suck me.' 'Lick my pussy.' 'I'm gonna fuck you.' I don't find those very appealing. I'd rather mute the volume and watch the action instead," Shreya laughed.

"Why bring up incest anyway?" Vivek was curious.

"You were the folks who got us into milky tits. And when Sheena and Mina became moms, I frankly couldn't resist their milky tits," Ajit replied with a straight face.

Vivek froze, as did Shreya.

"You mean you fuck your daughter?" he queried.

"And your daughter?" Shreya's voice quivered.

"Yup," Ajit replied nonchalantly. "And their husbands know."

"They participate too," Nimmi added.

This was a shock for Vivek and his wife and the two were quiet for a couple of minutes. 

"C'mon you guys," Nimmi said finally. "What the four of us do is just the same."

"B-but with your son, Nimmi, I don't believe it!" Shreya stammered.

"And Ajit, you fuck with your daughter?" Vivek still looked bewildered and flustered, though he couldn't ignore his cock twitching inside his pants. He knew that both, the busty Sheena and the beautiful Mina would be irresistible, given their looks and bodies.

"Your son and his wife spied on us when we were having a nice little party together, Vivek," Ajit said in a quiet voice.

This really shocked them. They glanced at each other, tongue tied, as if afraid to ask anything more about what had transpired during the last few days.

Finally, Ajit parked the car a mere hundred meters from the house and with the help of Nimmi explained to the shocked couple what exactly had happened. Of course, they kept the part of the set-up away from the conversation. 

Vivek couldn't deny to himself how much Riya's swollen tits had infatuated him. Of late, whenever Shreya and he played games, he had found himself thinking about his daughter. Added to that, the naked images of his niece and Mina kept flashing through his mind.

On her part, Shreya too couldn't help but think about her son in a different way. Twice, she had spied on him when he had walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. Both the times he had not been aware that she was around. Both the times, she had seen his naked cock dangling between his legs and she fought the feeling of guilt when she had felt the wetness between her legs. Then, there were Hari and Sunil.

"Do they know about us?" Shreya finally asked.

"Yes. But I don't want them to know that you do. I don't know why, but I feel that they shouldn't know that you know. At least for a while. When it happens, it is better it happens naturally."

"Why?" Vivek asked.

"Just a gut feeling. After all, they are kids. Allow them to behave naturally with you two. It's not like we just barge in and say, 'Hey folks, now that everything is in the open, lets get undressed and fuck!' That would sure put them off!"

By now, both, Vivek and Shreya had absorbed the shock and accepted what had happened. 

"What do you want us to think?" Vivek asked her plaintively. 

"I think it should happen naturally," Ajit murmured looking into the distance through the windshield. "Just pretend they don't know about us and you don't know about them."

"What are we talking about?" Shreya asked. "An orgy with the kids? Me fucking with my son? Vivek getting into his daughter's pants? A groupie thing with our own kids?"

Ajit smiled slowly and turned to her. He reached out and thrust his hand in her blouse, giving her tit a quick squeeze.

"First things first," he grinned. "I just can't wait to get in your pants."

Nimmi laughed. "And I can't wait to get into yours, Vivek. It's been such a long time. Last time I came down to your place without Ajit and had a nice romp with the two of you. It's somehow more exciting when all the four of us are together."

******

The huge open terrace was chosen as the rendezvous. There was no roof, no canopy and they could see the starry night and the bright moon. A few low watt bulbs swinging against the sidewalls illuminated the terrace without drawing anybody's attention to the light.

Ajit had already arranged for a few mattresses on the floor. The terrace was normally used for parties. This too, was going to be one.

Shreya was so turned on that she had already pushed Ajit onto his back and was lying atop him, her open mouth covering his, sucking on his tongue. She was dry humping him.

"Wait, wait," he said, breathlessly, pulling his mouth away from hers, "lets get out of these clothes."

She sat up on his lap and with her eyes fixed on his, quickly whipped out her nightie, baring her tits. As she pulled down her panties, she had to kneel up over him to slide them off her legs.

He pushed his shorts down, his hard cock springing out, pointing up to the sky. By the time she sat back on his hips, he had thrown his shorts into the far corner.

A few feet away from them, Vivek and Nimmi were seated on another mattress, locked in a tight embrace and kissing each other passionately. His hands were inside her nightie and were fondling her braless tits, while she had thrust one of her hand inside his shorts, pulling his cock up and then pushing it down as far as she could.

They separated when they heard Ajit groaning aloud. They turned to the other couple and watched Shreya crouched on her knees, her head bobbing up and down, Ajit's cock inside her mouth. Ajit was lying on his back, a look of ecstasy on his face, his eyes closed.

"Oh yes, suck that, Shreya, oh god, yes. I'd almost forgotten how good you suck it. Ah, god, yes, I love it when you run your tongue over it."

Vivek pushed Nimmi onto her back and ripped off her nightie. She squealed in delight as he pushed her panties roughly down her knees. She reached out for his shorts, but he pushed her hands away and stripped them off himself.

He rolled her over and got on her top in the sixty-nine, his tongue licking furiously at her wet cunt. She moaned, opening her mouth to allow him to thrust his dick inside it. She closed her lips around the throbbing shaft and began to suck him avidly, pushing her crotch up into his face.

As he began to thrust his hips up and down, he studied the pink folds of her cunt. They were wet and he used his fingers to part them and peer inside. Her clit was large, and at the moment, it was erect and swollen.

He put his thumb over her engorged clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. She gasped and almost bit his cock when he licked her slit with the tip of his tongue. Her knees rose and she clamped his head between her thighs as he settled down to lick her wet labia, running his tongue up the slit and then down again till she was writhing with pleasure, eagerly stuffing his cock deeper into her mouth.

"Ah yes, Shreya," they heard Ajit groan. "Oh yes, run your lips over my balls, oh yes, take one in your mouth, ouch, you idiot, gently does it. I don't want to have a bandage over my balls."

Shreya giggled and sucked one of his enormous balls. She pushed his cock up to press it over his belly and let her tongue run over the back of the flesh. 

"Don't do that longer," Ajit warned her. "Though I may have been doing a lot of fucking, I'm gonna be quick on the trigger. After all it's been a hell of a long time since I've done this with you."

She giggled again and looked up at him. He was sitting on the mattress, his legs stretched in front of him and wide apart. 

"That is the aim, isn't it? I mean I'm doing this so that I can see that cum spurt out from your cock."

He leaned forward and seized her tits, squeezing them. "Yeah, I know that. But first, I'm gonna make you cum so that I can fuck these. Like the good old times, you know."

"You are still crazy about it, aren't you?" Vivek called out, raising his head from Nimmi's cunt.

"Aren't you?" Ajit fired back. "You were the one who got me hooked on to it."

"And now you make it a habit by fucking all the tits you get. Including your own daughter and daughter, huh?"

"Don't forget your daughter," Ajit retorted, bucking his hips up and down as Shreya bobbed her head between his legs.

"How could I?" Vivek mused. "I just can't get over it. She's got a lot of milk?"

"You can say that, pal. Three sets of overflowing milky tits! Oh wow! I just couldn't decide which one to fuck. And when your son slips his rod up Nimmi's pussy, it's a great turn-on, I can tell you that!"

Vivek closed his eyes and let the image of his daughter fill his mind. He had been sneaking a look at her straining tits when they were dining and he could imagine what it would feel like getting those nipples in his mouth.

He turned his attention to Nimmi and he had to agree with Ajit that it would be a real turn on watching his son's cock piston in and out of this woman's cunt.

Her fluids were profuse and mild and he began to lick them up eagerly even as she let out a whimper and buried her head down to take his shaft completely inside her mouth till his pubic hair tickled her cheeks. He found her flavor to be subtle and the folds of her cunt rolled off his tongue. He licked the outer lips and then, gradually brought his tongue into contact with the slick pinkness of the inner ones. 

She moaned, grinding her hips up to bring his tongue into firmer contact with her dripping pussy. She mumbled around his cock, which he was now pumping in and out of her mouth.

Nimmi had briefly described to him the size and shape of his son's cock and he felt almost feverish with excitement as he imagined it thrusting into her cunt. It made him slide his tongue deep into her pussy and he tasted the pungency there. This brought delighted ripples to her lips followed by intense pulsations to her inflamed cunt.

Inspired by the moans and grunts that he was hearing, Ajit pushed Shreya onto her back and clambered up her luscious body. 

"Just like the old times, huh?" she asked him mischievously. 

"You bet," he panted, thrusting his cock between her juicy melons that she was holding together for him.

"Fuck them, then," she urged him, sliding her body up and down the mattress even before he could begin rocking to and fro.

He grabbed her shoulders for additional leverage and began to move frantically. "Oh god, Shreya, I missed these, oh god, they are so beautiful, oh god, they feel so good around my cock."

"Ride on, cowboy," she gasped, crushing her tits together even more tightly, feeling his shaft work to and fro in the dry channel. 

All the lubrication they had was her saliva and his pre-cum on his cock and it felt so different for him. She noticed it and rasped,

"Spit between my tits, baby, make them wet just the way you like them."

He bent and let his saliva dribble out of his mouth, coating not just her cleavage and his cock but also her nipples and the rest of her tits.

"Now, fuck my tits, honey, go on, fuck them," her voice was shrill.

He did. Realizing that she was holding her tits together for him to achieve just the right friction, he let one of his hands wander down the slope of her belly till he found her cunt. She cried out when she felt two of his fingers spear her moist cunt.

They noticed that Vivek and Nimmi had rolled over to lie beside them. They were still in the sixty-nine and he was still on top of her, but she soon felt Nimmi's hands wandering over her tits. She reciprocated by thrusting her hand between their bodies and grasping Shreya's tit.

She raised her head to watch Ajit's prick sliding between her tits and suddenly she imagined that it was fucking Riya's milky cleavage. She could almost see Riya's milk oozing out of her nipples and coating the fleshy tits till they were dripping wet. She could almost hear the slick sounds that his cock was making as his balls slapped the lactating tits.

Vivek could feel his wife's hand kneading Nimmi's tits. He withdrew his tongue and moved upwards towards her erect red clit. He moved back and closed his lips around the nub, sucking it lightly at first and then with increasing pressure. He felt it getting more erect and he now settled into licking it, running his tongue over it slowly.

All at once, she began to shake and scream below him, stuffing his cock meat deeper into her mouth. She had been sucking on the glans and when she felt his tongue licking her clit again, she pulled his ass by one hand, urging him to fuck her mouth harder. 




Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 04



Her pussy contracted and convulsed as he washed her clit with his tongue.

"Oh baby, I'm cumming..." she screamed, managing to push his hips and thrust his cock out of her mouth.

He held her ass tightly and continued to lick as she thrashed around and screamed. Eventually, she pushed him away and rolled one circle till she was a good foot away from the other couple. She rested on her back, her chest heaving, and her breath coming in big gasps. 

Vivek stood up. His hard quivering cock glistened with her saliva. He positioned himself over her and reaching down slid his cock inside her wet cunt, pushing hard when he was all the way inside.

"Oh my god, yes, fuck me, fuck me, deeper and harder, you bastard, harder, faster, oh yes!"

He began to pound into her as hard and as fast as he could, knowing that there was no way to go deeper than he was going now. She cried out and bucked her hips back against him. Their bodies were coated with sweat and her slippery skin felt amazingly sensual as he slammed into her. Her legs, which she had spread wide apart, now folded at her knees as she wrapped them around his bucking back.

He stared down at his glistening cock. It moved in and out of her cunt like a blur of flesh and he could feel the growing ache deep inside him as he imagined it to be Dev's prick. He too was panting and gasping for breath and he felt his cock tingling and throbbing with life.

He began to slam harder and faster, mashing her heaving chest with his own. He was aware of his wife urging Ajit to fuck her tits harder. And suddenly, like his wife, he too thought of doing to Riya what Ajit was now doing to Shreya.

He began to thrust faster growing even warmer and more sensitive inside the hot depths of Nimmi's cunt. She was grabbing his ass tightly and driving him in with a force that was incredible. Her cunt contracted around his cock as though it had a life of it's own. 

He kept plunging into her churning flesh, his body burning up with passion and he felt like his cock was about to explode.

And when he did explode, he howled aloud. He let the first stream of his come spurt inside her pussy and then pulled out his cock, scrambling over her and shoving it into her wild sucking mouth.

As if by mutual understanding, Ajit shot his come in Shreya's cleavage.

Much later, the two exhausted men sat beside each other watching the sisters go into a sixty-nine.

Oh yes, Vivek thought, just like those times!

******

"Where is your husband, Sheena?" Shreya asked, pouring a cup for herself.

"Sunil had to drive Mina and her kid over to the pediatrician. He's dropping them off with Mom and Dad and picking up our reservations."

"What? Reservations?" Vivek, clad in pajamas and a loose t-shirt, entered the kitchen and slipped into a chair opposite his wife.

Sheena laughed. "Well, all good things got to end. I mean, vacation time's getting over and we have to get back."

"Damn vacations!" Dev interrupted. He was sitting on the arm of the chair on which Riya was seated, as usual dressed in cut-away shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. "They always end so soon."

Hari came down the stairs, freshly bathed, still running his fingers through his longish wet hair. 

"Hey everybody, good morning! Where's the rest of the gang?" He had slipped into shorts and wore a cotton half-sleeved shirt.

His sister told him.

"Well, I'll be damned! Mina should have woken me up. The woman never wants me to accompany her to the doc. Oh hell; I guess if that's the way she wants it, that's the way it will be. Hey, Aunt, could you please pour me a cup too?"

Shreya obliged, leaning forward to pour the coffee in a mug. As she was doing this, he flopped down on the chair opposite her.

Shreya handed him the mug and suddenly became aware that his eyes were fixed on her chest. She was wearing a gown with a deep 'V' in front and she immediately knew that he could see the top of her large tits through the top of the gown.

She flushed and sat back quickly.

They spoke about jobs and life in general and pretty soon, they were seated around the huge living room, sipping their coffee and laughing about general things.

"So, son," Vivek asked, settling back into the chair and lighting a cigarette. "Did you enjoy the family?"

Sheena giggled. "You bet he did! And so did Riya! They still are enjoying."

Vivek feigned frustration. "I was asking Dev the question."

"Oh come on dad," Dev answered, sneaking a look at his mom. "We all are enjoying every bit of it."

"Especially the part of getting to know each other," Hari blurted out, his eyes lingering on the upper part of his aunt's gown.

"Getting to know each other?" Shreya queried, lowering herself on the chair beside her son.

Dev continued sitting on the armchair that his wife was seated upon and when his mom sat beside them, he couldn't help but notice the swell of her large tits.

Sheena laughed mirthlessly. She had woken up in the morning to find her dad nibbling on her pussy, darting his tongue in and out of her slit. That he had to go before finishing the job had left her frustrated.

She had tried to bring herself off with her hands. But she had gotten so used to the feel of other hands on her pussy, that she was unable to reach her orgasm.

And that was the reason that she was feeling especially horny now.

"Oh hell," she burst out, much to the chagrin of her brother, Hari. "Why the hell do we have to be so prude?"

"Prude?" Vivek enquired, stubbing the cigarette in the ashtray. "I don't get you, Sheena."

Sheena giggled again, lying back on the floor with her hands behind her, chest thrust out and knees bent. She was wearing a loose black cotton skirt and a halter-top tied across her chest and it was pretty obvious that she was wearing no bra.

She glanced across at Riya and winked at her. Riya was similarly attired. In fact, all the young mothers had made a pact between them and had chosen this attire.

"It makes feeding the kids easier," Mina had said. "And now, Riya's got her baby back."

"I don't," Sheena had interrupted. "But I agree on this uniform. It also helps to get naked faster and keeps the guys on their toes!"

Riya flushed uncomfortably when her sister winked at her, aware that her father-in-law was seated barely a foot away from her. Dev was also seated on the armchair and in effect, she was sandwiched between her husband and Vivek.

"I said I don't get you," Vivek repeated, stealing a quick look at his wife. Shreya was still seated at the table opposite Hari who continued stealing glances at his aunt's prominent cleavage.

"Ouch!" Sheena suddenly cried out. "There it goes again!"

"What happened?" her brother asked from the table tearing his eyes away from his aunt's bosom.

"I told Sunil that we should have brought the baby along," Sheena muttered, looking down at her thrusting chest. "That poor baby deserves this more than the bottle."

Vivek flushed when he realized what his sexy niece was implying. Her breasts were leaking! He could see the wet spots on the halter and she was making no attempt to cover them. In stead, she continued to lie down on the floor the same way that she was doing: Knees bent, hands behind her and her mammoth chest raised.

"Use the pump, silly," Shreya croaked out, averting her eyes and pretending to look anywhere but at the others in the room.

Sheena giggled. "Guess what, Aunt?" she said. "There are three lactating young mothers here and between them there's not a single pump that hasn't broken down!"

Vivek switched his eyes to his daughter who was still flushed. Riya was breathing heavily, feeling her juices wet her panties.

"What do you all do then?" Vivek croaked out.

"Come on, darling!" Shreya admonished her husband. "That's a strictly girl-girl situation."

"Oh no, aunt!" Sheena laughed. "We are past the stage where we have to lock ourselves up in the rooms and squeeze the milk out."

"What do you mean?" Vivek's voice was low and husky and he could feel his cock twitching beneath his pajamas.

Hari pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. "Perhaps we ought to give a little demonstration to uncle and aunt, huh, Sheena?"

He made his way slowly to where his sister was lying down. He crouched down on his knees beside her and casually pulled down the spaghetti straps of her skimpy top, exposing her big, heaving tits, already wet with the discharge of her milk.

He looked up at Shreya, grinning as he grasped his sister's tits in his hands. "Watch our method," he whispered and then leaned down, his mouth spreading open on Sheena's right tit.

"Ahh, Hari," Sheena sighed, finally reaching out with one hand to clasp her brother's neck closer to her breast, arching her chest up to push her nipple against his sucking mouth.

Father and mother, their son and daughter watched the siblings as Hari began to suck steadily at Sheena's tit, covering the other naked tit with his other hand. They could clearly see the milk shooting out of the bare nipple, spurting over his hand.

"That feels good, sis?" Hari enquired between taking mouthfuls of her heavy breast in his mouth.

"It also makes me feel horny," Sheena replied, sliding her other hand down between her naked hips. They watched as she slid it further up until it disappeared inside her skirt.

Hari flipped up the hem of her skirt before going back to kneading her left tit. This exposed her brief silk panties. Without much finesse, Sheena slipped her hand down the waistband of the panties and they watched the billowing movements as she began to rub her pussy lips.

The scene had managed to get both, Vivek and his son hard. The tent that Vivek's cock was making in his pajamas and the bulge between Dev's shorts were quite evident. 

Sitting on the armchair, Dev casually slid his arm around his wife's shoulders. Shreya, breathing erratically now, watched her son put one palm casually over Riya's tit. 

"You get the same treatment?" Vivek rasped out to Riya, watching his son's hand fondle her tit.

Without looking at him, she nodded. Her eyes were fixed on the writhing couple in front of them on the floor. She could see the enormous tent between Hari's legs inside his loose shorts as he crouched there sucking away contentedly at his sister's tit.

Hari drew his head back and turned to look at the family. "Oh yes, she does uncle!" he announced, kneading Sheena's large tits now even as the girl slipped her panties down her knees to reveal her glistening cunt.

"And let me tell you something else, aunt," Hari continued. "There are no rules here. "Dad, Sunil, Dev and me make excellent pumps and every time any of these poor girls need a release, we are always around to help them."

The gasps of surprise did not deter the siblings.

"The punks want their rewards, though," Sheena moaned, beginning to rub her pussy lips with her fingers.

Hari laughed, burying his head back into his sister's tits. His voice was muffled as he replied, "Nothing comes free!"

"You need a release too, darling?" Dev stuttered, staring at his mother even as he addressed these words to Riya.

Riya let out a long sigh. "Oh my god, yes! And not just with these."

Shreya was pleasantly shocked at her daughter's outburst. At first, she always thought that Riya was a demure, even if a very sexy woman. Watching the girl, spread her legs apart and thrust her chest out thrilled the older woman.

Dev bent down from the armchair and kissed his wife on her mouth, eliciting a long moan from her. Riya pushed her hand into his hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer to her.

As Dev kissed his wife, he was pushing her top off her shoulders. Since he was leaning sideways, his parents could clearly see her full tits bob out. Continuing to kiss her, Dev lowered his hands till he had filled them up with her straining tits.

"Gee, Dev," Hari chortled, pulling back from his sister's breasts. He allowed Sheena to pull down his shorts. Underneath, he wore no underwear and his impressive, erect shaft leaped out, almost hitting her cheek.

"Oh my god, you are always hard!" Sheena exclaimed, holding his cock with both her hands like she was holding a bat.

"I always am," Hari replied. "I was just telling Dev that it would be good manners if he lets uncle help Riya to release her tension."

Shreya's heart skipped a beat and Vivek flinched. Hari, quite nonchalantly, crouched over his sister's head, bending down to take her tits in his hands and mouth and allowing his cock to dangle over her face. Sheena jerked his shaft gently, flicking out her tongue to lick it.

The siblings were apparently ignoring the other family; or, at least, Vivek thought, they were pretending to do so. Perhaps, the kids wanted to put Shreya and him at ease.

That was when Dev summoned up the courage to speak to his Dad.

"Dad? You heard him?"

"Uh...yes, I did," Vivek actually blushed when he saw that Riya too was staring at him. He stole a glance at his wife. Shreya had pulled her chair off the table and was seated on it barely a couple of feet away from them. She was leaning down, her hands folded in her lap, half of her tits peeping from the top of her gown. Her legs were rubbing together. She gave him a slight nod.

Dev leaned back and looked at Riya. He was still cradling her exquisite tits, he wasn't kneading them, nor pinching the nipples; just holding them together tenderly as if they were made of glass.

"Riya, you mind if Dad helps you out here?" he croaked.

She shook her head quickly and watched her husband step back.

"Go on, Dad. I can tell you that she's overflowing now."

With a stifled groan, Vivek got off his chair and went down on his knees, facing his daughter. His hands hurriedly reached up to grab her swollen tits and he groaned again when he felt the milk spurt onto his face after he squeezed the soft fleshy orbs. 

She moaned, putting her dainty hands around his neck, and bent down to push her tits on his upturned face. His nose lodged in her cleavage, he took in the smell of her breasts, continuing to maul them, exulting in the steady spray of her milk splashing his cheeks.

"Oh my god, Dad," Riya squealed. "Suck my tits, please, drink my milk. Now, please, now!"

Dev looked down, casually rubbing his bulge inside his shorts, as his father hurriedly lifted his head from her cleavage and settled his open mouth over one nipple. 

Vivek made gurgling noises as he began to suck down the warm liquid oozing from his daughter's tit. In her excitement, Riya spread her legs apart and the loose skirt traveled up her smooth thighs to reveal her pink panties. She reached down with one hand, continuing to pull her father-in-law closer to her tits, and lifting herself off the chair, pushed the panties off her legs.

"Aahhhh," she muttered when she ran her fingers across her pink cunt lips, going rapidly for her engorged clit.

Dev looked down at his father devouring his wife's tits, switching his mouth from one swollen tit to the other. Reflexively, he pushed his cut-away down over his legs to free his pulsating cock and began to idly stroke the flesh to and fro.

"Come to mama, son," Shreya's voice was small and quivering. Dev quickly glanced at his mother, who had now stripped off her gown and was seated on the chair in her skimpy little bra and panties. 

Dev felt his heart hammering as he took in his half naked mum. He recalled how Riya had described his mom to him; waist down or something like that. 

Well, looking at her now, she was all woman, waist down and waist up. Her huge tits strained against her bra and her long smooth legs, now spread wide apart, sprung out from the bottom of her half-panties.

He took two long and quick strides to where Shreya was sitting and bending down grabbed her by her armpits and pulled her up.

Standing beside the table, he dipped his head forward. His mother was ready because she had already opened her mouth and when he shoved his tongue inside, she immediately began to suck on it. A hint of more pleasant things to come, he thought.

She pushed her hands beneath their bodies and grasped his hard shaft. His hips bucked involuntarily and he gasped at the touch of her cool hands on his erect cock. Impatiently, he unfastened her bra and she shrugged to let it fall to the floor. When he clutched her huge tits, she moaned into his mouth.

Hari had meanwhile stretched himself over Sheena, fucking her mouth with his cock as his tongue drew patterns across her juicy cunt. She wrapped her legs around his neck and settled down to taking his thrusting cock into her throat.

Vivek could no longer hold himself or control his emotions. More so with Riya's hands pulling down his pajamas and his underwear.

"Oh my god, Dad, you have such a long cock!" she wailed when she gripped his hard on. "Oh god, I am going to love having it fuck me."

Dev cupped his mother's ass cheeks and she hopped up, sitting on the table, her feet dangling down the edge. He now began to lick his mother's mouth, slipping his tongue down to lick her chin and then, her shoulders. She held him close to her by the back of his head, her face raised to the ceiling, eyes shut tight and mouth open in an endless wail.

His cock, now no longer accessible to her hands, rubbed against her calves and she managed to grip it between her feet. He muttered a groan when she began to jerk her feet up and down over his shaft.

He let his tongue trail down over her neck, hands furiously mauling her huge tits and when he began to lick her nipples, she arched her chest out at him.

"Ahhhhh...ugghhh...oh god, yes, yes, lick them, baby."

Riya looked at her husband licking up his mother's tits and then looked down to watch his father spreading the milk from her own tits over the fleshy globes. On their own volition, her hands began to jerk on his cock faster and faster and he too began to move his hips in counter thrust against the movements of her hand.

Hari had seated himself on another chair and his sister was kneeling in front of him. She had wrapped her luscious tits around his hard cock and was moving up and down, her eyes boring into his. He idly pinched her erect nipples, occasionally rubbing his milk-smeared fingers across her pouting lips.

"You like your milk, don't you?" he murmured.

She tried to smile back at him and nod her head at the same time, and then, keeping her eyes on him, pushed her long tongue out of her mouth so that she could flick it across the tip of his cock every time he thrust up her cleavage.

"Ooh yes," Hari muttered, "that's it, you little horny devil! Lick my cock head, oh yessss...like that, yes, like that." 

He pushed his hands below, hunched down like that and she spread her thighs apart to allow him to let his fingers play with her wet cunt.

Vivek rose in an apparent hurry and stood in front of the chair on which Riya was seated. He thrust his cock impatiently at her face and she wasted no time taking the throbbing meat in her voracious mouth. He grunted when he felt his cock tip invade the back of her throat and when she fondled his balls. He squeezed her swollen tits, letting the gush of the milk wet his hands.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he chanted, sliding his cock to and fro inside her mouth. "I've got to fuck those melons, baby, please, please, drape yourself back into that chair and let me slide my cock between those beauties!"

Riya disengaged his cock from her mouth and slipped down the chair till her tits were in the right level with his thrusting cock. His foreskin had slipped back to reveal the fiery knob and she was panting with desire as she guided it between her tits.

Vivek felt his cock trying to slip out from the tunnel of her orbs because of that excessive lubrication caused by the overflow of her milk. He felt her steadying his shaft and groaned when she finally folded her melons around it.




Milky Maids All In A Row Ch. 04



"Now, Dad," she moaned, "now, now, fuck my tits, oh god, yes, fuck them, fuck them, oh yes, faster, dad, faster and harder!"

Dev ignored the cries and moans and had slid to his knees, his head now between Shreya's legs. She wrapped them around his back and squeaked out when she felt his thick tongue gently slide over her wet cunt lips. Simultaneously, he slid a finger into her wet opening, making her thrust her hips against him.

"Oh yessss..." she cried out, "fuck my cunt with your finger, damn it, faster baby, yes, yes, suck my clit, please, lick it up, sonny."

With the finger of one hand sawing in and out of his horny mom's cunt, he fondled her tits with the other hand, squeezing, kneading, caressing, weighing... 

"It's a pity I don't have any milk," she gasped, beginning to move her ass up and down on the table.

"We have a method to settle that problem," Hari called out from his chair as Sheena increased the pace of her movements, masturbating his cock between her leaking tits. "C'mon, sis, let's help aunt out."

Sheena looked across at her aunt and her cousin. The image of Hari fucking her own mother flashed across her mind.

"Let them alone, brother," she told him quietly. "Remember the first time you fucked mum? You didn't want anyone to interrupt; told me it was a heavenly thing doing it with her."

Shreya didn't hear them because she was screaming out her first orgasm. Clutching her son to her cunt by digging her heels hard into the small of his back, she arched her chest forward, closed her eyes and cried out.

"Oh god...oh yes, oh fuck, yes, oh my god, I'm cumming, son, I'm cumming, oh yes, bite my clit, ah, ah, push another finger inside my cunt, oh yessss...like that, like that."

Dev obliged. He wanted his mother to be completely satiated, to be satisfied like she had never been. Not even in his wildest fantasy had he ever imagined this scenario. 

Fastening his lips against her protruding clit, he chewed on it, beginning to move his fingers in and out of her hot clutching hole till they were a mere blur. His mother gave back just as good, rocking to and fro on his fingers and face.

Vivek was lost in his own world. The sight of his cock enveloped and so totally lost in the valley of his daughter's tits inflamed him. He had the gratification of feeling her cunt move faster against his probing fingers as he fucked her tits. He felt the muscles in her body beginning to spasm and speeded up, realizing that she was on the verge of her climax.

Riya's milk was literally all over her tits and more of it was dripping down to her thrusting belly. The chair on which she was seated began to sway dangerously but she was past caring about it. The feel of his hard and hot flesh against the sides of her slippery tit flesh and the smacking sounds that he was making with every thrust, was like heaven for her. Plus, he was also sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt that was now beginning to spasm into what was eventually a gut wrenching orgasm.

Lying slumped and temporarily drained on the table, Shreya let her son lick and suck her mountainous tits in an effort to make them slick with his saliva.

"Spit between them, honey," she cooed and watched him draw back and do exactly that. And again, and yet again till her tits were all messy with it.

"I got a better idea, mom," he said huskily, drawing back. "Spread your legs apart mom, let me slide my prick inside your wet cunt."

Shreya looked at her son with half-closed eyes. At last, she thought to herself, though satiated, she needed his prick to plough inside her pussy; needed to feel that long and young cock sliding in and out...

She did not need to say anything because suddenly he had taken charge of the situation. He was aware that his father was watching the scene curiously, still humping Riya's tits. 

Carefully, aware that his hands were shivering, he grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip over his mother's cunt.

She assisted him by reaching down and separating the petals of her pussy, exposing her hole. He shuffled and gasped when he felt the tip enter the warmth of her hot cunt.

It was so hot and wet and smooth! Having found the initial guide, he gripped his mother's tits and slammed forward. Her body rocked back on the table when he impaled her with his throbbing cock.

"Aahhhh..." he grunted when he felt his cock enter the hot cavity between her legs. "Ahhhhh, oh god, oh god, it's so hot and wet."

She pushed her lower body up against his invading cock: she wanted his entire length to stuff itself inside of her. 

He did not disappoint her. Settling into his rhythm straight away, he began to fuck her with long and urgent strokes, his hands now almost cruelly gripping and mauling her swaying tits.

"Oh my god, mom, oh my god, this is so beautiful, oh god, yes, yes, lift your hips up, ah yes, fuck me back, oh my god, you are so hot and wet and tight, oh yes, oh yes," he chanted as he settled down to fuck her with his powerful strokes.

She had required very less time to cum when he had fingered her to her first orgasm and was amazed that he had still not come. The wet smacking noises that his cock made as it slammed past her cunt lips drove her wild with desire and she pulled his face down to kiss his lips.

She explored the insides of her son's mouth, letting the tip of her tongue play against the roof. Their tongues dueled together in the confines of her hot mouth as they moved towards each other simultaneously: he ramming in and out of her and she, moving in opposite thrusting motions to take him in deeper and faster.

She never knew when she climaxed the second time. And then yet again. And again. The pent up frustration since yesterday seemed to drive her towards repeated orgasms she never believed she would have had before.

And then suddenly, he was pulling his cock out of her pussy, clambering up the table and hunching over her supple body.

"This is enough lubrication," he gasped, laying his cock in the valley of her breasts and letting her push them together to trap it between them.

"Fuck my tits, son, fuck them hard and fast, oh yes, fuck, fuck," she moaned letting her entire body slide up and down the table as he obliged her by sliding his prick to and fro her cleavage.

Vivek decided he had seen enough and quickly pulled his cock out from between Riya's tits. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, turning her around so that he was now seated on the chair that she had been occupying.

"Sit on my hips and take my dick inside you," he rasped.

Facing away from him, Riya moaned as she lowered her body onto his cock. She sighed as she felt the width and the length of his cock penetrate her insides. She let her head fall back onto his shoulders, twisting her neck around so that he could kiss her mouth. He seized her tits in a vice like clamp, kneading them furiously as he pushed his tongue deep into her sucking mouth.

Riya began to move up and down over his hard cock, moaning in pleasure as she did so. He spread his thighs apart to let her settle between them, feeling her tight ass cheeks bounce rhythmically against his belly.

Sheena was now moving up and down, her brother's cock trapped in the valley of her tits.

Dev was thrusting wildly back and forth, watching his cock glide in and out of his mother's luscious tits.

That was when the rest of the gang barged inside.

"Whoa," yelled Ajit, making his way towards where his children were engrossed in their activities. 

Sheena looked back demurely at her father as she continued moving up and down with Hari's cock clamped between her tits. She merely spread her thighs apart when she felt her father's body wrap around her naked back.

Ajit was so turned on he didn't even bother to undress completely. Shucking down his pants and underwear, he fished out his cock and rubbed it against the naked skin of his daughter's back, hunching lower to let the tip of his rampant cock slide against her ass cheeks.

"Oh god, dad," Sheena cried out as Hari now began to lift his hips up and then lower them down to let his hard cock fuck her mammoth tits. "Oh my god, dad, fuck my pussy from behind!"

Ajit didn't have to be told twice. He grabbed the base of his cock even as his son reached down to push Sheena's cunt lips apart. Lining his cock at the entrance of his daughter's pussy, Ajit slammed forward.

"Ugghhh..." he grunted when his cock slid smoothly inside Sheena's gaping hole. "Oh my god, this is fantastic. I see Vivek fucking with his daughter and Dev socking it into his mom's tits and you know what? I feel so left behind."

At the same time, Mina had slipped out of her outfit. The short loose skirt and the halter had come off and Sunil was behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck to take hold of her heavy perfectly shaped tits. 

Nimmi slid down to her knees and unbuttoned her son's pants, pushing down the garment to the floor. Sunil thrust his hips forward when he felt Nimmi's lips kiss his naked shaft.

It was Riya who broke the silence that had descended on the participants as they mingled with each other.

"Oh god," she yelled, "I am cumming again, dad, oh yes, fuck me harder, deeper, damn it, shove it in my cunt and give it to me!"

Holding her close to his body, Vivek thrust up and down to brutally slam his cock into her burning pussy. His head disappeared yet again between her milk-coated tits and his hands clutched her ass cheeks. He felt her muscles tightening and knew she was heading into her orgasm.

"OHHHHH...oh god, oh yes, I'm going to cum, baby," he howled, thrusting wildly up into her. 

She got off his lap and spun around, going down on her knees. She watched his cock throb and bending down, scooped it up between her tits.

"Finish it here, dad," she moaned, pumping his cock between her tits.

He grabbed her shoulders and arched his hips up and off the chair.

"Take it, baby, take it, feel it cumming out! Now, baby, now!"

She kept her eyes open when his juice spurted out of his cock. It hit her on her nose and she drew back to let the next stream splash against her chin. She took the next salvo in her mouth, still keeping him trapped between her tits, merely leaning down and opening her mouth to let the tip of his cock enter her mouth.

That set off the chain reaction.

Dev squeezed his mother's tits together, wrapping the flesh around his cock. She helped by pressing her own hands against his. His come leaped out from his cock, blasting across her face. He did not allow her to take him into her mouth; instead, he let his juice run all over the heaving tits.

Hari pulled his cock out of Sheena's tits and grabbed her face, pushing her between his legs. Ajit, fucking her from behind yanked her hair backward so that her face was directly in line with her brother's shuddering cock. 

Hari grunted and groaned, watching through his heavy half closed eyes as his cream landed on his sister's face. He shuffled down the chair to allow the last spurts anoint her heavy tits, which her father now held together.

It was slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am for the new entrants because Ajit pulled out his cock and let Mina lean down to wrap her pouting lips around the stem. He sighed as he unloaded into his daughter's mouth.

Sunil had slipped his cock out of Mina's pussy and was now lying on top of Nimmi. The mother instinctively got into the sixty-nine with him, taking his cock deep into her mouth and bucking her hips up to get her cunt ready for the onslaught of his mouth. 

Vivek, panting with considerable exertion, watched his sister back off her face as Sunil shot his juices all over her face. At the same time, Nimmi let out a cry, clamping her hips around Sunil and pushing her cunt deeper into his face.

Much later, Ajit flopped down on the couch beside Vivek while Dev, Sunil and Hari sat down on the floor, their backs against the wall.

They watched the women lying on the floor. 

Shreya was lying between Nimmi and Riya. Next to Nimmi was Sheena and beside her lay a weary Mina.

The men stared at them.

Yes. It was pretty maids all in a row!