Previous Part: Manasi Bhabhi – Masturbate in open and fuck on bed
I am sorry, guys. I have been posting late. I am going through a tough phase of life. I know you like to read my erotic stories. That is why for the first time, I am bringing out a personal experience of mine to you all.
Writing this one with my girlfriend next to me was erotic as fuck. When you read, you will know. Happy Reading!
As I said, Manasi Bhabhi is related to my girlfriend, Maya. Manasi is Maya’s cousin’s elder brother’s wife. Manasi and Maya were to attend a wedding in Kolhapur. But Maya insisted she come to Mumbai first.
This incident happened when Manasi and I were in college, and our dating was almost 1 year old. We are very frank about our personal lives to each other. The previous story is soul witness to it.
On Thursday night, Manasi Bhabhi arrived at Maya’s apartment. Maya lives with her parents. The next day, Maya brought Manasi to meet me. Maya and I bunked the last college lecture and met at the nearby McDonald’s.
Watching Manasi for the first time made me ogle her. No wonder my girlfriend has sexy genes inherited in their family. Manasi was wearing a blue saree and a blue blouse with hot red lipstick. The saree was transparent to show her blouse outline.
A sanskari woman but an attraction-seeking bitch. A woman dressed in blue and hot lipstick surely attracted the eyes of men around.
Maya instantly knew looking at my face that I was semi-hard in my pants. We settled down in a corner seat of McDonald’s. After a half-hour talk, I understood that Manasi bhabhi is way too chilled. Maya freely talked about our sex life with her, and Manasi gave me sexy stares.
“I am telling you, bhabhi. He is semi-hard in his pants looking at you,” Maya said, and I was embarrassed like hell. Manasi touched my hand and caressed her thumb over it, “Don’t feel bad. She is a bitch, I know.”
“Yeah, don’t ask where I learned it from,” Maya looked at Manasi.
Manasi was sitting on the opposite side. At the same time, Maya and I were sitting next to each other. Manasi and Maya looked at each other as if they were talking through their eyes. “What is going on?” I asked.
“Don’t feel angry, but I have shared some of your dick pics with her. She likes it, and she is an admirer,” Maya was saying things that I can only dream of.
I looked around the food court, “This is some kind of a prank. Where are the cameras?”
“No, it is not,” Maya made me look at her, “I am serious. I know it is too good to be true. I and Manasi bhabhi are very, very frank with each other. She has even cheated on her husband, and I know.”
I looked at Manasi, and she nodded her head like an innocent girl. For one moment, I thought about whether I did the right decision proposing Maya or if it was a dream. After a one-hour talk, I finally settled down hearing to both the ladies, and I believed them.
Maya added, “You have to come to the wedding in Kolhapur.” I denied it as it was not my family trip. I was not ready to meet Maya’s parents as her boyfriend yet.
Manasi Bhabhi looked at Maya, and both of them exchanged places. Manasi now was sitting next to me. She put her hand on my thigh and caressed it. I looked at her and then at Maya. Maya smiled at me and said, “She is my Bhabhi. She has the right on your cock but only oral, no penetrating.”
“You will come, right?” Manasi Bhabhi asked with an innocent face. “If you caress my thigh like that. I will cum,” I replied. Manasi Bhabhi moved her hand close to my dick over the pants and caressed it.
“Not that, sweet boy. But if you come to Kolhapur. I will make you cum,” those words were enough for me to agree on anything. I nodded my head, saying, “How are we going?”
“Bus,” Maya replied. “Then Bhabhi sits with me,” I looked at Maya with a smirk. Maya loves me and never resists when she hears my confident voice with a lusty face.
“Oh, I was waiting for that dominating, son of a bitch, boyfriend of mine,” Maya said, looking at me. She looked at Manasi and continued, “You are in for a treat in the bus, Bhabhi.”
“But you said I can do stuff with her, just not penetrating,” again with a smirk, I looked at Maya.
“This attitude of yours makes me want to have you more. I am with the right boy. Give him the pleasure he wants, Bhabhi or I will kick your ass. Go, love. I will guard the restroom,” Maya permitted.
As it was afternoon, the crowd was less in the food court. First, bhabhi went to the restroom, and I looked at Maya, “I love you.”
“Not more than me. Now, go,” Maya insisted. I kissed Maya on her hands and walked to the restroom.
In the restroom, Manasi Bhabhi was standing next to the washbasin. I opened a restroom door behind her and went in. She waited for the woman washing hands to leave and then walked into my restroom. As soon as she entered, I kissed her. I was making her stand against the wall.
Manasi Bhabhi is one horny babe. Her hands straight went to my pants, unzipping me. I stopped her midway, “Save the best for the night Bhabhi ji.” I turned her around and grabbed her big bottoms. I spanked them over her saree and put my hands around her waist.
Keeping my face close to hers, I moved my hands into her saree, in her petticoat, through her panty. She moaned as she felt my hand on her pussy under the layers of her clothing. I lowered my pant and stood behind her in my underwear with the other hand.
My dick was hard and ready to come out of the elastic. But I kept it in, knowing if I took it out from my underwear, I would fuck her. I had to remain loyal to my girlfriend’s word. I started dry humping her. Even over the saree, Manasi felt my dick under the chaddi.
“Ah, even over the saree, I can feel the length of your hot dick,” Manasi loved my horny rub in a public restroom. I moved my other hand inside her panty deeply. I fingered her in the front and dry humping her from the back.
Manasi was biting her lips and enjoying even my dry humping. I was rigorously flickering that clit of hers. I started kissing her neck from the back. She grabbed my hair tight with one of her hands. The other hand of mine explored her from behind the pallu. I grabbed her big left boob over the blouse and squeezed it.
Manasi moaned as if she had never had such fun. I watched her face with lusty expressive moans. She lifted her hand and started banging the restroom wall. “Aaahh, I am cumming. Your fingers umm, deeper,” Manasi moaned. I kept fingering her, and her juices started flowing.
“Shut your lips, Bhabhi,” I said and kept rubbing my hard dick over her ass. She did as I said. She tightly pulled her lips together and orgasmed. I felt that sticky water run down my fingers. I took my hand out and made her lick my fingers. Meanwhile, I kept squeezing her boob over the blouse.
“Aren’t you done yet?” she asked me. “Almost ready to cum,” I said. My dickhead spurted out juices, and I looked down, rubbing my dick over her ass. I saw the cum patch forming on my grey underwear. I left her boob and stepped back, enjoying the feeling of after cum.
Manasi turned around and looked at me. She saw the cum patch on my underwear and said, “I am sure going to have fun with you on the bus tonight.” I was shocked to hear tonight as it was happening so fast. But I had no energy left to obstruct her. She adjusted her saree and left.
After a while, I joined both the ladies outside in the court. As we were walking downstairs, Maya pushed me against the wall. There was no one. She put her hands in my pants and felt all my sticky cum that had flown over the crotch. She took her hand out and licked it, staring into my eyes.
“Don’t you feel bad or jealous that I cum humping your Bhabhi?” I asked Maya and looked at Manasi, who was watching us. Maya held my chin and kissed me. Manasi watched us both kiss on the staircase.
Maya broke the kiss and said, “Oh baby, your dick should spread the fun but only under my watch and instructions. I love you so much.”
The time passed. I convinced my parents, and being an obedient and trustworthy son, they let me go without any objections. I reached where I was told to. I saw Manasi, Maya, and Maya’s mother waiting for me. Maya introduced me as her friend, who she asked to come not to feel lonely with the adults.
Maya’s mom is a jolly person. She let me come. The bus arrived in which Maya had already booked the seats. Maya’s mother did not let her sit with me. She was okay with me sitting next to Manasi. That was the plan all the time.
Maya and her mother were sitting on seats 3 & 4 on the front left side. We were in the back 25 & 26. Two seats ahead from the last seat. As it was an odd time for travelling, the bus was not fully packed. By god’s grace, the seats opposite Manasi and me were vacant.
I sat on the passage side, and Manasi was sitting towards the window. The bus started, and soon, the bus reached the outskirts of Mumbai. Manasi and I talked for a while about each other and our past experiences of sex. The bus lights were dimmed, and I put my hand around Manasi.
The only obstruction between Manasi and me was the armrest I moved back. Manasi Bhabhi was wearing a light saree. I grabbed her pallu and dropped it. Manasi was not shy when I put my hand over her chest and squeezed her boob. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled me for a kiss.
She and I kissed for a few minutes passionately. She broke the kiss later. We were talking in low whispers so that no one heard us.
“Maya has taught you well,” Manasi said with a smile. I nodded my head and put my right hand around her. She shifted close in my arms. My right hand started exploring her body down behind. I touched her naked back and waist. Manasi and I again started kissing.
My hand was touching a married woman in a very bad way. The touch was not friendly, but it was a lot filled with lust. Manasi felt it and her hand now explored under my pant. I was wearing track pants to be comfortable for travelling and other purposes.
I lifted my ass a bit, and she pushed my pants down. I wasn’t wearing underwear. The whole naked crotch was in front of her. She spat on my dick and started jerking it. “Oh, I wish I had some more freedom to do kinky stuff with you,” I said, watching Manasi jerk my dick.
“We can have fun. Maya does not have to know,” Manasi added, looking at me and continuing the jerk. I caressed her back like I owned her and spat on my dick. She collected my spit on her hand and applied it around my dick.
“I don’t want the guilt to be on my head. The fun of me fucking you will remain till I cum. After that, I will feel guilty,” I said.
“Like every other teenager who feels guilty after he cums of what he has done. Oh, boys!” Manasi added. I again spat on my dick from above, and it was a lot this time. It fell right over my dick head.
Manasi watched the spit bubbles moving down my dick head. In no time, the lusty bhabhi leaned over my crotch and took the whole dick in her mouth. After years, my belly contracted back as I felt a different mouth over my dick. She was leaning over on my side, giving me access to her ass.
I caressed her spine for a while and then pushed my hand inside her saree and went on to explore her butt. It was hard to move the hands inside the saree, but I enjoyed rubbing her ass.
Manasi bhabhi was sucking my dick like a pro. She took her mouth off my dick and then jerked it. My foreskin was rolling down, and the dick was thumping like hell. “Manasi Bhabhi, let me make you enjoy too,” I said, and Manasi sat straight on her seat.
“Wait, I have an idea,” she pulled a shawl out from the bag which was under our seat. Unfolded it and put it on us. Only our heads were now visible to the person, not the action inside. The bus was AC type.
Manasi Bhabhi came close to me. My right hand around her was now squeezing her right boob. My left hand was inside her petticoat, fingering her. Manasi had her one hand over my right hand, helping me squeeze her boob.
I was fingering her vigorously as I did in the morning. Her other free hand was on my dick. Occasionally she was jerking my dick. Whenever she felt a gush of pleasure in her body by my fingering, her grip over my dick tightened, giving me pleasure.
Bhabhi turned her gaze to me, and I looked at her. Her facial expressions were close to crying. I knew that she was about to cum. She took her hand off from the boob and grabbed my hair, pulling me close. “Don’t stop. Please, I am about to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Manasi repeated it.
As she came, she pulled me for a deep smooch. I felt her moans in my mouth and the sticky but juicy water on my fingers. We separated from each other after that session. She closed her eyes and then looked at me. She came in my arms and jerked my dick slowly, saying, “You do know how to use fingers.”
My dick was building up a lust momentum. I nudged bhabhi by pushing her head down. She understood it and took my dick in her mouth. I put the shawl over bhabhi. So that no one sees, she was sucking me good under the shawl.
My eyes were closing in between. She spat on my dick under the shawl and applied it around. She swirled her tongue around my dick and took almost the whole dick in her mouth until she gagged. I grabbed her head over the shawl and started moving my ass up and down.
I was mouth fucking her below the shawl. In the darkness of the bus, I saw Maya walking towards our seat. I was so involved in fucking Bhabhi’s mouth that I did not think of stopping in front of my girlfriend.
Maya came to our seat, and I asked, “What are you doing here?” I continued mouth fucking Bhabhi below. “Mom is sleeping. So, I came to see,” Maya said. She saw me moving. Then she saw bhabhi was not sitting next to me. In no time, she noticed the huge head bulge in the shawl.
Maya gave me a smirk and pulled the shawl away. She saw her bhabhi leaning over on my crotch and sucking my cock. “That’s my boy,” Maya said and sat on the opposite side row seats. She watched me fuck her bhabhi’s mouth.
I gave the last push and emptied my balls in Manasi’s mouth. She gagged and vomited all the sperm on my crotch. I left her head and relaxed for a while. She sat on her seat, saying, “Oh fuck! Your dick is amazing, as I thought. Fuck!”
Manasi took deep breaths for a while. The cum hungry Bhabhi had just tasted my dick, and there is more to come with my girlfriend’s encouragement.
To be continued.
There is a lot more to come on this trip. So wait for the next story.
Special Mention from Maya: “To all our readers, we know that it is late that we are posting these stories, but I hope you understand. Everything that has happened is true. I sat next to him, and even our conversations are word to word true.
Please don’t be angry with my boyfriend to all my male readers. Please, guys, I swear to you all. You will love more episodes of Manasi bhabhi. And keep commenting on our stories, guys. It is free. The lustiest but decent comment about me will get a shout-out in the next story.”