Three Sisters-in-Law

She could not take it any more. She sat up and pushed me flat on the bed. Taking my lund in her fist she gave it ten to fifteen strokes. Every time she pulled the foreskin up forcefully I felt a little pain. But that pain only increased the stiffness of my lund. Holding the lund up right Baasanti straddled me and brought her chut on the tip of my lund. After engaging the head in the mouth of her chut she let go the lund, bent forwards enough to bring her nipples to my lips. She gradually lowered her ass and my lund slid in like a well-oiled piston. When her mons pressed against mine and the lund was fully engulfed by her chut she bent a little forward to permit me to take one delicious nipple in my mouth and suck on it.

As soon as my lips touched her areola her chut started throbbing. My lund retaliated with a mighty jerk. Unsheathing almost the whole of the lund by lifting up her hips she suddenly dropped herself down taking it all in. After five or six such pranks she got tired and laid herself down on my prostrate body. My lund was far from satisfied and so was her chut. Putting my hands under her hips I lifted and held them a little away from me. This gave me enough room for moving my pelvis. I started long vertical strokes from below upwards into her chut. As expected her chut was secreting plenty of love juices making my work easier.

She could not keep her weight on her arms for long. She collapsed on my chest but did not forget to glue her mouth to mine. After few minutes we changed position. She lied down flat on her back with pillow under her head and lifted both legs high in the air. I stood up on the floor and pushed my lund in her chut. As we continued fucking our excitement escalated. Baasanti could not control herself. She became frantic to precipitate orgasm that was eluding her. In broken words she told me something, which I could partly understand. She pushed me and I took the hint. Pulling out my lund I sat up. Hurriedly she grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into her bhos. She gibbered something like, "Take it in, in, take it between lips ... Oh, can't you see it?"

She had guided my lips on to her clitoris. At first I felt it a little dirty but then the smell that came from her vulva was so intoxicating that I said what the hack, let's see what happens. Tentatively I closed my lips on her erect bud and she jumped shouting, "There, there, right there, Oh, God...."

I ran my tongue along the short length of the clitoris and once again took it between my lips. Two tugs and Baasanti cried out in a shattering orgasm. She bucked and jumped like a mad mare, pulled a handful of my hair and scratched my back with her nails. Her orgasm lasted for what seemed to be like an eternity.

After the tornado went away she flopped down like a rag doll, drained out of energy. With a feeble effort she pulled me over her and said in my ear, "I wish I would be your wife. I am sorry that I did not start fucking with you earlier. Did you come?"

I did not reply. I simply lifted her legs, pushed in my lund and furiously pumped away into a glorious orgasm. While my body jerked in orgasmic throes she soothed my back and butt with gentle caresses.

I did not know when and how we slept. It was late morning when my eyes opened. Baasanti was gone without leaving any trace of her presence. I did not see her around. Suman Bhabhi immediately noticed that my eyes were searching for somebody. She cornered me and asked, "Whom are you looking for? Anybody special?"

I should have wakened up at that moment but like a fool I continued thinking about Baasanti and nothing else. She did come again and we fucked regularly for five nights. Then she disappeared. I was hoping that she would stay for about a month, but she went away rather early and suddenly. She did not care for a farewell fuck.

Then started the real drama.

Nothing happened for three days following Baasanti's departure. Only I was feeling sad. I remembered her chut and masturbated more frequently than ever.

On the afternoon of the fourth day I was trying to engage my mind into study with a book in one hand and erect lund in the other. In came Suman Bhabhi. I was taken totally unaware. Quickly I adjusted my clothes and hid my lund. But, my friends, it is not easy to hide a fully erect lund. Bhabhi had an eyeful before I could hide it. With a mischievous smile on her sweet lips she asked, " Kyun Devarji, padhai kaisi chal rahi hai? Mein kuchh madad kar sakati hun?" (Hi, Devar ji, how is the study going on? Can I be helpful?)

I had difficulty in speaking as, suddenly my mouth had gone dry. With a voice totally foreign to me I said, "n..no, no, thanks Bhabhi. Every thing is ...is ....al...alright."

With a sparkle in her eyes she said, "You had something in your hand when I came in, which you hid some where. What was it? Where is it?"

I had recovered to some extent and I was not to be out done. With a serious face I said, "Ohhh ...that? That is of no use to you."

Bhabhi was adamant, said, "Very well, let me take a look." Without warning she grabbed my lund, squeezed it and dropped it. She said, "Oh God, what are you doing with a piece of wood? Are you crazy?"

"Bhabhi, cut the crap. Tell me why are you here at this odd hour?"

She smiled sweetly again and said, "Just to ask you a question."

"Which is?"

"How did you like Baasanti's black pussy?"

I was shocked. Shocked and excited. As such I had deep liking for Suman Bhabhi. I had never thought of fucking either of the older Bhabhis. With Suman it was other way round, there was no time when I ceased thinking about fucking her. That day it looked like she was adding fuel to the fire. First she grabbed my lund, and then uttered 'pussy'. I was puzzled but not my lund. It was in the process of wilting but now reverted itself and became fully erect once again. It did not go unnoticed by Bhabhi who said, "See, see your lund is saluting merely on hearing her name."

I tried to wriggle out by telling a lie, "What are you talking about, Bhabhi? What have I to do, if anything, with Baasanti's pussy? I have not seen Baasanti, let aside her pussy as you call it."

"I see, may be she came in here for prayer meetings every night?"

"Wrong. She has not come here at all."

With a sly smile she pulled out a panty, stiff with dried semen on it. She waved it in my face and asked, "This was found in your bed. Whose is it?"

Here I committed a fatal blunder blurting out confidently, "This cannot be hers because she never ... never....oh o. "

"Yes, you are right she never put on a panty. But then how do you know?"

"O.K., I plead guilty. I fucked her, o.k.? So what? She came by herself to me. Did I do anything wrong?"

"That will be decided by your Bhaiya."

My heart sank on hearing his name. I knew he did not approve of extra marital sex especially with a servant. I threw myself at her mercy and said, "Why have you to bring Bhaiya in this matter? Please don't tell him. In return I will do anything you tell me to do, any time, anywhere. You tell me and I will do it. Anything under the sun, but no Bhaiya, Please, my beloved Bhabhi?"

That was when she seriously told what she wanted of me and why. She talked for half an hour at the end of which I was convinced that she was right.

First she made me take an oath of secrecy. That done she proceeded to test my knowledge of human reproduction asking questions about lund, choot, semen, spermatozoa, pregnancy etc.

Once satisfied, she said, "You know why your Bhaiya cannot father a child?"

"No. Why? Does he not fuck you good?"

"That he does and quite well indeed, with all three of us. Every time he takes us to the climax and deposits large quantity of semen in the chut. But there are no sperms in his semen. His balls do not produce the essential element, the sperms."

"What could be done?"

"I intend to give him a son."

"How?"

"That is where you step in."

It took me a couple of minutes before settling in my conscious brain. Then it clicked. Bhabhi was asking me to plant a baby in her womb. But how could that be done without fucking? That means I will have to fuck her. Oh Boy.

Then I realized that she had deliberately trapped me with Baasanti so that I would not deny her proposal. However I did not feel bad about it, in fact I liked it. She apologized and also informed me that of her own she wanted to be a mother. With an expression of shock on my face I said, "Bhabhi, what are you talking about? You and me? You are like a mother to me. How can I fuck you?"

"Simple, be a madarchod. (mother fucker)."

"Bhabhi, please do not joke."

"I am not joking. Do you wish I go to an unknown man or to a servant or to some nin com poop and allow his dirty cock up into my chut? Do you wish that?"

"Stop it. I do not want you to do that and you know it. But .... "

"But, let your Bhaiya know and ask for his permission?"

"No, no. He would kill both of us merely for thinking on these lines."

"Relax, Mangal. Our scriptures have recognized sixteen different types of 'sons', this kind being one of them."

Even though I was feeling tickled in my heart at the prospect of fucking Suman Bhabhi, I made a show of reluctant acceptance. At long last I consented.

To make amends I smiled and said, " It was not necessary for you to take all this trouble, Baasanti and all. You could have simply called for me and I would have fucked you anytime any where."

She felt shy, her face flushed but she said, "Do not brag. Fucking requires a lund and you only have a nunni, I am told."

"Me and nunni? Shall I take it out and show you?"

"No, no, no. Not now, may be in near future."

"You will give me a certificate to that effect."

Ignoring the banter she said, "We shall do like this: Whenever he fucks me, I shall come to you the next day. Say, he fucks me on Monday night at ten, I will come to you on afternoon of Tuesday. In case I conceive, and pray God I do, he will think that it is his doing. This way we will maintain peace in the family."

Friends, after a couple of days Bhaiya went to another village for some work; he was to return after three days. Once he was gone, Suman came to my room in the afternoon. I folded her in my arms and tried to kiss her. Putting her finger on my mouth she said, "Suno, kal raat tumare Bhaiya ne mujhe tin baar choda hai, so aaj mein tera garbh dhar lun to bhi kisi ko shaq nahin padega. Din dauran aane ki vajah bhi yahi hai." (Listen, last night your Bhaiya has fucked me three times. So nobody will suspect us even if I become pregnant by you today. For the same reason I have come during daytime.)

Without speaking I took her finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I wetted it well with my saliva took it out and ran it on her closed lips. Once her lips were wet enough I bent down and licked them with my tongue. She opened her mouth and took my tongue in and started sucking on it. She steadied my head holding it in her hands while I was busy feeling her rounded hips. In the process I had lifted up her sari and petticoat baring her butt to my fingers. My lund instantly had hardened and was already oozing copious amounts of precum.

I stiffened my tongue like lund and started its movements in and out of her mouth not unlike those of a lund in choot. At this point Suman felt for my cock and untied the string of my pajamas. The pajamas fell to the floor, I was not wearing knickers, and she quickly grasped my lund.

I guided her to the bed and set down with her in my lap. She was holding my lund while we continued French kiss. My fingers unhooked her blouse and separated its flaps exposing her breasts overflowing from a tight little bra. I had some difficulty locating the hooks of her bra. At this point she helped me by unhooking bra herself. I completely removed her blouse and bra. She tugged at my nightshirt and taking her hint I removed it. My hands were busy caressing her firm smooth breasts and pinching her knobby areolas and pointy nipples. She had medium sized conical breasts that sat high on the chest. Firm like those of a fourteen year old, they fitted perfectly in my palms. I caressed them one after the other running my fingertips from wide base to pointed peak of a nipple. Goose bumps broke out on her body. My hands also felt itchy. I closed my palm gently over one breast and squeezed. She moaned and my lund started dancing.

I continued playing with her boobs. Her erect nipples were inviting. I touched them with fingers moistened with my saliva and pinched them between my thumb and forefinger. Suman said, "Gently please, my nipples and clit are very sensitive, cannot bear the touch at times like this."

Did I tell you about Suman Bhabhi? She was slim with a height of 5'6" and weight of 120. Her complexion was fair. She had round face with natural rosy cheeks and full lower lip red like a ripe tomato. Her most attractive feature was her eyes which had a kind of sparkle rarely seen. She had straight lustrous and silky hair reaching between knees and ass. She had a well-rounded and shapely ass leading down to long slim legs. She had a flat tummy and tiny waist. I will describe her pussy later on.

We were not in a hurry. While I was busy with her tits, her hand was wrapped around my cock, which was jerking every few seconds. She was gently milking out the pre-cum with up and down motion of her fist. The foreskin was sliding on and off the glistening head of my lund. There was a look of admiration in her eyes. She said, " Devar ji, you have grown up to almost like your Bhaiya. Clearly this, yours is no nunni (small penis of a boy), it is a full-fledged lund. My devarani (sister-in-law) is going to be one lucky girl. But let's not talk. Do not tease me any more, make haste."

She lay down flat on her back with pillows under her head. She pulled up her petticoat and sari way above her waist and lifted her wide spread thighs. Her bhos was fully exposed to my view. She averted her face and closed her eyes.

Like her breasts Suman's bhos was also small, like that of a teenager. The only difference was in having hair; Suman's bhos had thick thatch of black silky hair. Also may be her clitoris was bit longer or it so appeared due to excitement. The outer lips were flashy touching each other and concealing the inner parts.

I settled between her smooth thighs with my pecker in one hand. She herself pulled open the lips of her bhos. I could then see the delicate folds of inner labia, her clitoris and the mouth of her chut. Every thing was glistening wet with the slimy love juice. A heady aroma wafted from the bhos, which only made my lund jerk uncontrollably.

Having fucked Baasanti I was now somewhat experienced. While she was holding her bhos wide open I rubbed the head of my lund all around her pussy especially over her clitoris. Immediately her hips started bucking. My lund was ready to burst but I persisted on spreading my juices all over her bhos.

When she could not take any more of this teasing she snatched away my lund from my hand and directed it to the mouth of her chut. I allowed her to engage the head of my lund in the mouth of her chut and bent forwards supporting myself on outstretched arms. Mischievously I asked, "Bhabhi, kaho kya chahati ho (sister-in-law, what is your wish)?"

Her answer surprised me, "Mangal, sale chutiye, tu ab tera lund meri chut men dal kar nahin chodega to mein tera khun pi jaaungi. Kis ki raah dekh raha hai tu, bahenchod, bhadave?" (Mangal, you product of fucked up pussy, if you do not fuck me pushing your lund in my chut I shall drink up your blood. You sister fucker pimp, whom are you waiting for?)

This was enough for my lund and me. One strong push and all eight inches of my lund were buried in her chut. "Aaaaahhh.....", she uttered and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She was like a ripe fruit. Her chut immediately started throbbing.

Pushing my lund as deep as it could go I waited savoring the sweet touch of her velvety vagina on the length of my lund. I had fucked Baasanti's chut but it came nowhere near Suman's in tightness, softness and milking technique. I was scared that I would climax before she gets her orgasm. Hence I said, "Bhabhi, you want me to cum early?"

She rained kisses on my face and said, "No, no/ Make it as long as possible and enjoy."

"Then stop milking my lund."

"I am not doing it knowingly. It just happens. Don't you like it? Every time my chut spasms your lund responds with a jerk."

I pulled out few inches and pushed in. I could tolerate it. I tried again and thus started my slow rhythm fucking of Suman's chut. Both, my lund and her bhos had secreted large amount of lubricant juices. Whole of her bhos and lower tummy and upper thighs were smeared with these juices. My scrotum and thighs were similarly affected. Going in and coming out of the lund was smooth and easy, each movement sent shivers to whole of my body. Suman was ahead of me in excitation. There was a pink flush over her breasts and vulva, her hips were jerking uncontrollably and her chut was squeezing my lund like a fist.

I pounded on her pussy for what seemed like an eternity. Meanwhile she had had two small orgasms. In the end she clamped upon my lund in such a way that foreskin of the lund started sliding up and down over the sensitive head. It was then impossible for me to hold the waters. Suddenly the dam broke and I was caught up in an earth shattering orgasm. My whole body stiffened like my lund and I stopped moving with my lund deeply rooted in Suman's chut. Only the lund convulsed and jetted out thick globs of semen, I don't remember how many times. Suman bhabhi helped me by pushing my crotch against her bhos with her hands on my buttocks.

At last I came back to the earth. I knew that Suman had not climaxed and my lund in her chut was rapidly wilting. That was when what Baasanti had taught me came useful. Keeping the mons pressed against mons I rocked my pelvis side to side. Baasanti had told me that this maneuver does not need an erect cock to stimulate the clitoris. She was right. Suman Bhabhi immediately cried out, "Oh, oh. Ussss what are you doing?"

"I am trying to make you come. Want me to stop?"

She was in no mood to answer, her hips had already started jerking and her chut started throbbing once again. I continued the assault on her clitoris and within seconds she climaxed into a strong orgasm.

I held her lovingly till the orgasmic throes subsided. My limp cock had already slipped out of her chut. She extended her legs and I dismounted. She again lifted her legs up to prevent semen flowing out of her chut. She turned to her side; I wrapped her in my arms from behind and we both slept.

Friends, what could I say? Suman Bhabhi came in daily and we fucked twice every day till Bade Bhaiya returned home. The lady luck smiled on all of us and Suman missed her next period. Morning sickness followed. The family was overjoyed. Everybody congratulated Suman Bhabhi. Savita Bhabhi tied a taavij (an amulet) on her arm to ward off evil spirits. Bhaiya puffed up his chest and twirled his bushy mustachios. Champa Bhabhi took over Suman's household chores. Savita Bhabhi and Champa Bhabhi were especially pleased because now they had a hope of getting pregnant and Bhaiya was likely to fuck them more frequently as Suman Bhabhi's chut was closed to him for nine months.

It was ironic that the person responsible for this achievement, namely me, was totally ignored by all. All except Suman that is.

After few days Bhaiya called in the local lady doctor for a check up. She confirmed the pregnancy and prescribed some vitamins. She was explicit in her talks. With all of us present she told Bhaiya, "Congratulations once again, Kashiram Ji. This is a very precious pregnancy you have been waiting for. Now you will have to be careful. You better keep away from Suman Ji till after delivery."