“Unh, unhg! chodo mujhe, fuck my horny choot! Unh, unh, need to
cum!” This time her son wasn’t with her in the house. It was one in the
afternoon and Geeta was still fingering fucking. She sprawled on her living room
sofa, staring blankly at a game show droning on the television set in front of
her. Her terry robe was open, exposing her huge chocchiyan and her wet, hairy
choot. Geeta wiggled her gaand on the couch as she moved her hand between her
thighs, rubbing and stroking her hard, aching clit.
“Fuck me, fuck me —The doorbell interrupted her. Geeta considered not answering
it at all. It was probably just a door-to-door salesman, and whatever he’d want
to sell her wouldn’t be half as important as satisfying her wet choot. At last,
reluctantly, she rose, tied the sash holding the robe together, and went to see
who it was.
The visitor was a boy just about ravi’s age. Geeta squinted at him, wondering
why his face looked so familiar.”Yes?” She held the door open, automatically
drawing the robe tight across her chocchiyan.”Hi,” the boy said. He smiled. “My
name’s Mastram. You know my mom, Savita Sharma?” Geeta flushed, instantly
feeling a cold sense of trepidation. What reason could Savita have for sending
her son to visit her?
“Y-yes, I know her,” Geeta stammered. “What do you want to see me about?”Well,
it’s not too good to explain it out here.” Mastram smiled, seeming very calm.
“Do you mind if I come in and talk to you for a minute? Thanks…”He walked past
her, entering her home without permission. Geeta hesitated, then shut the door
and followed him into the living room, where she found that Mastram had already
made himself comfortable on the couch.
He wore only a T-shirt and cut-off, and Geeta felt her choot getting wet again
as she stared at the
sumptuous bulge behind his zipper. God, what kind of raand had she turned into?
It had gotten to the point that even glimpsing a bulging lund could make her
chudaas.”Man!” Mastram sat up on the couch, sniffing. “This whole hose smells
like wet choot!”"What on earth!” Geeta gasped. She gaped at him dismay, blushing
fiercely, automatically holding her robe tighter.
How…how dare you say such a disgusting thing to me?! Get out of my home this
instant!” Then, Mastram shocked her again, calmly unzipping his cut-offs and
pulling them off. Now he was naked from the waist down except for his tennis
shoes. His lund was enormous and stiffening rapidly, swelling with blood and
jism in little jerks. Mastram took his lund in hand and stared intently at her
body.”See, my mom told me how horny you are, Mrs. verma,” he
She said you’d be a good person to see if I wanted to get my lund sucked. I
really like a good blow job, Mrs. Verma. I decided to take the day off from
school to come over here, to see if you could give me one. How about it?”"What-what-what
do you think you’re doing?”"Just asking to get my lund sucked. That’s all.” And
then Mastram wrapped his fingers around his enormous fuck organ, stroking it
hard and fast. Geeta stared in disbelief and growing passion as the meaty lund
swelled stiffer and stiffer.
Soon it was as hard as an iron bar, every bit as enormous as her own son’s lund.
“I know you went down on my mom, Mrs. Verma,” Mastram said calmly. “I know it’s
because of how much you like to suck on things. So, why don’t you just suck my
lund, too? It’s really a big one, isn’t it? Why don’t you put it in your mouth,
Mrs. Verma, and see how it tastes?” Geeta’s mind was reeling. She’d never met a
grown man who was so aggressive, let alone a lad who was young enough to be her
Helplessly she stared at Mastram’s big boner, watching it pulse as he jacked it
with his fist. Her choot tingled as she thought of how intensely satisfying it
would be to suck a big, hard lund this afternoon, to satisfy her constant
craving for stiff lund with a nice, spicy belly full of spunk. “Come on, Mrs.
verma. You know you want to.” Geeta dropped to her knees. She couldn’t believe
she was doing it, couldn’t believe her craving for hard lund had grown so strong
that she would suck off any arrogant stranger who asked for it.
Mastram smiled knowingly, stepping closer. Now his big lund was right in front
of her face. Geeta wrapped her fingers around the root, staring at the tip. Cum
juice was leaking out of it. She sighed as she jacked the huge lund slow and
hard, making the piss hole open up, oozing more jizz.”That feels good, Mrs.
Verma.”Geeta popped the lund knob into her mouth and started licking and
sucking. It was good, tasty lund to suck, with cum sap nearly as rich and
delicious as her own son’s.
Geeta made gurgling, slobbering sounds as she nursed contentedly on the giant
lund, shutting her eyes, blocking out her shame as she concentrated on the taste
and feel of the lund between her lips. Now it was getting even stiffer, pulsing
on the roof of her mouth. Geeta thrust her tongue onto the piss slit as the jizz
oozed out more plentifully. She tightened her right hand around the base of his
lund, and then she started beating his meat, fast and hard, whipping her right
hand up and down from the root to her stretched, oval, hungrily sucking lips.
Mastram stared down at her, sighing as he enjoyed the torrid lund sucking. He
held her head with both hands, curling his fingers in her thick blonde hair,
rocking his hips lightly to fuck his lund in and out of her mouth. Geeta felt
like a complete randi now, happy to do absolutely anything for Mastram as long
as he’d let her suck his lund. She thought of him with his mother, imagined
Mastram’s face as Savita told him what a horny choot licker and lundsucker Geeta
Kya Mastram janta tha ki Geeta ka beta bhi usey chodta tha?”Harder,” Mastram
panted. Now the hung arrogant lad’s face was contorted with pleasure as his
orgasm grew nearer, as the heavy load of lund juice congested in his balls. “Oh,
raand, you suck hard!” He pulled her hair, rocking his hips, making the
cream-starved mom gag on his thick lund. “Jack it fast, Mrs. Verma ! Unggh, what
a good lund sucker! I’m going to cum any fucking second!”
Geeta sucked his lund as hard as she could, her whole face reddening with the
torrid intensity of the blow job. Rapidly she alternated between puffing her
cheeks up and sucking them in again, keeping as much pressure on the lad’s
hard-on as she could. The huge lund grew stiffer still, spitting droplets of
pre-cum onto her swirling, lapping tongue. Geeta panted through her nose,
whipping her right hand tirelessly up and down his lund, thinking of absolutely
nothing now but the impending explosion of cum.
“Swallow it, Mrs. verma! Suck my lund, suck the juice out! Ungggh! Cummiiinnnggg!”
The hot, milky white jizz spewed forth, squirting across her swirling tongue,
coating her tonsil as the froth white stuff lashed down her throat. It wasn’t as
delicious as her son’s cum, but Geeta was so starved for the taste of cream that
Mastram’s gushing seed satisfied her completely. Hungrily she clung to the
juice-squirting boner, tirelessly jacking and sucking it, determined to nurse
out every drop of his cum. Her frantic lund sucking efforts were rewarded.
Mastram’s lund kept spewing out juice for over a half-minute, and Geeta’s belly
felt warm and full with all the cream she’d just sucked out of his balls.”That’s
enough,” Mastram said abruptly. “Take off that robe, Mrs. Verma. Now I get to
fuck you.” Geeta say back on her heels, gasping, her cheeks bright with a
mixture of humiliation and lust. Mastram was stripping of the rest of his
clothes, never taking his eyes off her body. Geeta hesitated, her fingers on the
sash holding her robe together. Then she pulled it open, exposing her nangapan,
badi choochiyaan hoping that her gorgeous body would make Mastram horny enough
to give her the zordaar chudaai she needed.
“Get on your back.” Geeta did it. She stretched out on the floor, completely
naked now, her big chocchiyan jiggling spongily as she wiggled her gaand ke buns
into a good chudaai position on the rug. Mastram stared at her as she raised her
long legs high in the air, completely opening her drippy choot hole for the
first thrust of his lund. “Chodo mujhe,” she panted. “Hurry, Mastram. Fuck my
wet choot.” Mastram dropped to his knees, his giant, spit-slickened lund
lance pulsing over her belly.
Geeta looked up eagerly as he mounted her, aiming his spongy lund tip at the
haired lips of her choot. The horny blonde watched and felt the lund going into
her, stretching her tight choot open, making her glistening chootal walls spasm
and suck as they forcibly accommodated the belly-probing length of his lund.
“Oh, fuck me! Ungggh! Feels so good, Mastram! Unh, you’ve got such a big one!
Fuck my choot, lover, fuck my horny choot!”
Mastram sprawled flat on top of her, crushing her enormous, stiff-nipple
chocchiyan under his chest, and sinking his lund farther into her choot. Then he
started zordaar chudaai. Up and down his lean young ass heaved, stroking her
choot, spearing his hard, aching lund in and out of the creamy tightness of her
choot. Geeta quickly started humping to meet his strokes, excitedly bouncing her
ass off the floor, fucking her wet, glove-tight choot onto the satisfying
stiffness of his lund.
“Fuck my choot, lover, fuck my choot hole!” She wrapped her thighs together high
across his back, holding him close, shuddering as his giant lund sank farther
into her choot. Geeta knew there was more of it, more that he hadn’t yet sunk
into her. Geeta desperately needed to feel every inch of it, every inch of his
giant lund-lance ramming into her belly, stuffing her choot to bursting with the
thickness of his lund.
Then Mastram ne mast chudaai shuru kar di. He started fucking hard and very
deep. Geeta grunted as the stiff lund rammed all the way into her belly,
reaching the depths of her womb. Now Savita’s naked son was fucking like a wild
man, panting on her shoulder, drilling her tight choot as fast as he possibly
could.”Fuck my choot, fuck my tight choot!” Geeta chanted. Her choot was
throbbing uncontrollably, gripping and sucking the skewering shaft of his lund
meat. Again and again the mota lauda rammed into her, stretching her furry
chootslit every time he stuffed his lund meat in to the hilt.
Mastram slid his hands down, clawing the sides of her ass cheeks. Then he
started fucking her as hard as he could. Relentlessly he worked on top of her
bare, sweat-glistening body ramming his lund into her belly, almost punishing
her with the steely stiffness of his big lund. “Unngggh! Oh, Mastram!” Now Geeta
felt the cum welling up deep inside her, making her gooey choot suck even harder
around his lund. She grimaced, her face contorting with raw fuck passion,
twisting her head dazedly from side to side on the floor.
Then she started humping in a frenzy of fuck need, abandoning all control as she
feverishly pistoned her stuffed, sucking choot onto the pounding shaft of his
lund. “Fuck my choot, fuck my horny choot!” she gasped. “Ungggh! I’m cumming,
Mastram! Fuck my choot, it’s cumming, cuuummiiinngg!” Her choot spasm violently
in orgasm, the juice nearly gushing out of the ravished choot-slit, the
fur-fringed lips throbbing with almost painful intensity around the racing
lundshaft of Mastram’s lund.
Mastram kept fucking her choot as hard as he could, guiding her through the
force of her orgasm. But still he didn’t lose his second load into her choot,
and suddenly Geeta realized where she wanted to feel his big lund ramming next.
“Take it out,” she panted. “I-I want you to fuck my gaand. Right now, Mastram.
Hurry!” Mastram paused for a moment, grinning, as if to show his appreciation
for how quickly her true colors had come out. Then he pulled his huge, throbbing
lund out of her choot hole, the giant shaft of fuck meat twitching obscenely up
and down with its
need to shoot its load of cum.
Geeta stared at the boy’s big lund, resisting the urge to pop it back into her
mouth for more sucking. Instead she rolled onto her belly, reaching behind her
back to spread her ass cheeks wide, shamelessly displaying her pink, puckered
gaand for the stabbing impalement of his lund.”It’s all hot and horny, Mastram,”
Geeta whimpered, as her itchy little hole throbbed obscenely in and out. “Hurry,
honey, please fuck my gaand for me! Do it hard, my gaand needs your lund!”"gaand,
Mrs. Verma! My mom sure was right about you!”
Then Mastram mounted her again, this time aiming his huge, swollen lund tip at
her distended gaand ring. Geeta grunted and bit her lips as she felt the
enormous lund lance stabbing into her, cleaving into her bowels. The thickness
of his lund stretched her gaand to bursting, even though he only had the first
two inches in. Geeta knew it was going to hurt, but she didn’t care. Bravely she
spread her pink-flushed ass cheeks wider apart, desperately horny to have her
tender gaand gorged with hard, fucking dick.
Deeper, Mastram,” she pleaded. “Oh, please, please, ram it up my gaand, honey!
My gaand needs your big fucking lund!”Mastram started humping on top of her,
groaning as he felt her rubbery gaandting muscles sucking and flexing around his
lund Her gaand tunnel hadn’t been lubed, but the naked blonde was so horny, and
her gaand was throbbing so hard, that Mastram was sure he could bury his lund up
her bowels without hurting her. He painted on her neck as he commenced his
fucking rhythm, making Geeta cry out as he rammed his lund up her gaand deeper
with every thrust.
“Unggggh! Oh, Mastram! Unggggh! It’s so big and stiff, Mastram! Unnggggh! Fuck
my little gaand, honey! Oh, gaand, pack me with it! Pack me deep!” By now the
hung youth had over half of his hard-on rammed up her gaand channel, and Geeta
knew she didn’t have to hold her ass cheeks open anymore. Eagerly she thrust bot
hands under her belly, groping through her juice-matted choot curls until her
fingers touched her clit. Shamelessly, she started finger fucking, pleasuring
her choot as her gaand sucked and spasm around young Mastram’s lund.
“Fuck my gaand, fuck my horny little gaand!” she pleaded, almost screaming out
the words. “My gaand’s so horny, Mastram! Oh, fuck, oh, yes, my gaand needs your
lund!” Then Mastram came down very hard, suddenly ramming every inch of his
immense lund into the tender, gripping warmth of her gaand channel. Geeta bucked
violently, almost unable to bear the pleasure coursing through her bowels.
Mastram lay motionless on top of her, letting her itchy gaandter suck and spasm
around his lund meat.
“Fuck it, Mastram, fuck it good!” Mastram pulled out slowly, withdrawing until
only the tip of
his enormous lund distended her rubbery gaand opening. He grunted, then nailed
his big lund all the way in again. Geeta shuddered with need, fingerfucking
wildly, thrusting her stretched gaand onto his lund. Then Mastram settled into a
hard, bowel- impaling rhythm, relentlessly stabbing his blood-swollen lund in
and out of her ass. “Ahhh, yesss,” Geeta hissed.
She humped rapidly to meet his strokes, her gaand sucking and throbbing,
convulsively spasming around the rooting length of his lund. The pleasure in her
stretched, burning gaand was spreading through her whole body, making her stiff
nipples tingle, making her choot ooze hot fuck juice onto her pumping, digging
fingers. Geeta felt another cum welling up in her crotch, making her horny gaand
suck his lund that much harder.
There was nothing she could do to control the intensity of her passion. There
was nothing she loved more than sucking the juice out of a big, stiff lund, or
feeling one ramming deep inside her choot and ass. “I’m cumming, Mastram!” she
panted. “Unngggh! Oh, gaand, so horny, so fucking horny! Fuck my gaand, fuck my
horny little gaand! I’m coming now! Unggh, ungggh, cuuummmiiinnnggg!”
Mastram fucked her tender little gaand as hard as he could, thinking only of his
own pleasure now, massing the steely stiffness of his lund as he hammered it
into his bowels. Geeta came again and again, thinking of her son, wishing it was
her own son’s lund rooting in the depths of her bowel tract. Then Mastram’s lund
grew even stiffer up her ravished gaand chute, and Geeta knew she was about to
feel another milky load of lund cream spewing into her bowels.
Mastram’s lund started cumming. The sticky white stuff sprayed out of his lund
head, geysering into her gaand, basting the rubbery walls of the gaand channel
with a soothing tide of cum. Geeta gasped as she lay submissively beneath him,
flexing her gaand hole, making her gaand suck all the jizz out of his lund.