Indian Igatpuri Incest Ch 05

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns, of Gundu's incestuous, sexual journey, will be found by reading the entire series.

The nude 19-year-old Prisha lay prone on her back. Her naked, thin body with its small 30A tits was straddled by her 32-year-old aunt, Ambika. Ambika too was naked, but her body was voluptuous, and when she opened her eyes and glanced down, she saw her niece's head under her between her strong thighs.

"No. Never. You can't make me react to and willingly participate in this incest perversity," Ambika wailed.

Prisha's tongue continued working frantically on her stiff-bodied, tense, aunt's love box, but so far, she had enjoyed little success. She lowered her head and glanced between her aunt's thighs and saw her father, Kanhar, also naked, steadily stroking his meat. The fuck meat that in the last 2 months she had grown to love and enjoy in her mouth, pussy and arse. Prisha raised her head to her aunt's cunt: her tongue parted the thick tangle of cunt hair that hung from above it and again went on the attack on her resisting aunt.

Ambika couldn't say no to the actual physical action, but she was resisting arousal, because what was enduring went against everything she believed in. She was a member of a small splinter group of Jainists who followed an extreme version of their Brahmacharya vow. To them, even though they were laypersons, they followed celibacy in words, actions and thoughts. You can think of it as trying to obtain Uttam brahmacharya (Supreme Celibacy), one of the ten excellencies a Jain monk seeks.

Why couldn't Ambika physically say no and report her brother and niece to the authorities? The answer was simple. Her brother, 8 years older than her, was the complete opposite of her in sex. Anything, anyway, as often as possible, now with his daughter and sex partner Prisha, because his wife, Meera, who thought the same as his sister, found his perversions distasteful. Kanhar fed up with his sister's moralising lectures and disruption of his sex life outside his marriage, wanted to punish her and make her his sex toy.

He had arranged for his sluttish daughter to befriend her aunt, Ambika, and spend time, even sleepovers, with her in the nearby city of Nashik. On her last visit, Prisha had complained of nightmares and that she feared a Bhoota (ghost) that she had seen in her room. The kindly Ambika had let her sleep with her. As pre-arranged Kanhar had burst in on them, taken photos and threatened to reveal to her devout group how Ambika had seduced his daughter. It would be two words, his and Prisha's against hers. At best, she would lose her position as 2nd I.C. of her clique: at worst she would be kicked out of the moralistic group and reported to the authorities.

Thus, she was in her present situation, but buoyed by her faith, she was trying hard and doing everything in her power not to be aroused. She chanted her faith, trying to put the sights she had witnessed out of her mind. Sights that should never be seen by any decent human. Sights such as watching her 19-year-old niece swallowing her father, Ambika's younger brother, Kanhar's, cock. Being ordered to watch as her brother took his willing daughter in the cunt and arse while Ambika was forced to watch and endure the sight of her brother swallowing his daughter's squirted ejaculations.

But Prisha was enthusiastic, inventive and tireless and eventually she was rewarded. First moisture gathered within her aunt's slit, and then her clit popped free of its hood giving Prisha another area for her tongue to pleasure. She took full advantage. The tip of her tongue attacked the now exposed clit. Her aunt gasped and arched her back, partly in anguished denial, partly in arousal. Prisha concentrated her assault on the pulsing love bud taking it fully into her mouth, sucking it and scraping it with her teeth. She gave it a long, slow sensuous licking with her tongue. Then the follow-up: quick, short attacks brought a reaction. Her aunt, despite her most determined efforts, groaned and her sex juices increased from the trickle Prisha had previously created.

From the way her aunt's moans were increasing, Prisha knew it was time to up the ante. She pulled her face away and raised her arms. Her left hand opened her aunt's cunt lips and her right fingers took advantage of the widened gap. Two fingers slid up to the hilt into her aunt's cunt and her thumb found Ambika's clit and went to work. Soon Prisha knew she was reaming her aunt's pussy effectively as the kneeling body above hers was shuddering and her aunt's grunts were both louder and more rhythmical.

Prisha forced her hand between her aunt's thick, wet cunt lips, opening them, allowing her to drive her fingers deeper into her aunt's quim. Simultaneously she increased the speed of her thumb arousal on Ambika's clit. Love juices were pooling in the palm of her hand and she rubbed her palm into her aunt's massive, tangled mat of cunt hair. Then it was back to work with her fingers. From her position on her back and no longer eating her aunt she could see her father. He was rapidly stroking his meat to fullness and precum was leaking from it.

Prisha raised her unused arm and her hand played with the 40DD tits hanging and swaying above her face. They were the complete opposite of her tiny 30As. Her fingers traced the outline of her aunt's huge, dark areolae and massaged her nipples like a girl milking a goat's teat. Ambika's nipples became harder and finger thick. Prisha could feel her aunt's heart beating fast through the aroused tits and knew it was pumping blood into her swollen cunt and throbbing clit. Her aunt's wet, elastic cunt made it easier for Prisha's searching fingers and she opened Ambika wider for greater penetration and forced her fingers in deeper.

She registered the weakening, accompanying high-pitched wails of denial still interjected into her aunt's regular deep grunts and knew that her father's sister was fighting a losing struggle to deny orgasm. Ambika raised her head, her neck cords strained and she howled like a wolf on the night of a full moon. Kanhar stepped in front of his wailing sister, held his hard cock and turkey-slapped her face.

This is what is going to fuck you, bitch," he gloated viciously. "I'm here for your cunt and to make you my sex toy. Pay you back for what you have said about me to anyone who listened since you were a teenager. You are in for a long session of cunt ploughing because that is what I want and what you will get."

"Please, please, no. Please. I am your sister. You can't do this," she wailed. He ignored her and moved behind her.

Prisha's long session of hand and tongue work had her aunt's sex juices dripping from her wet pussy onto her niece's face. She was no longer pleading or abusing them as her moaning was now continuous and her spread legs were trembling. Kanhar seized her hips and drove his tool fully into his sister as she balanced on her knees and hands above his daughter.

Minutes later Ambika announced her first orgasm. She raised her shoulders and screamed long and loudly before slumping forward and burying her face into Prisha's cunt and began eating her niece's shaven slit. Prisha reacted quickly, orgasming and shooting her cum into her aunt's mouth. She had a close-up view of her father's cock systematically destroying his sister's grasping pussy. Prisha was multi-tasking. She was licking her father's prick as it pistoned his sister doggie style, cradling and sucking his ball sack when he bottomed and attending to her aunt's bloated clit. And yes, she was also enjoying the pussy lapping she was receiving from her aunt.

Ambika moaned and groaned with every thrust, and her brother was talking up a firestorm as he fucked his sister. "God, you're so fucking tight," he grunted. "Your cunt is so tight, so wet. Come on, bitch, take it deeper, you fucking slut. Fuck me back, bitch. Don't just kneel there. Push back. I'm making you my lifetime whore this weekend."

The more Kanhar swore at her and his fuck rod hammered Ambika, the louder her groaning and wailing became, until she went over the edge, pressing her hips back to meet his thrusts. Prisha groaned and came again underneath her aunt and arched her cunt into Ambika's face. Her father hammered into his sister's cunt, impaling her totally on his rod and shook as he unloaded his jizz into his sister. He hadn't worn a rubber and when he pulled out his semen dripped out of his sister onto her niece's face.

With her aunt's cunt no longer filled with her father's prick, Prisha slid a couple of fingers deep inside her and simultaneously thumbed her clit. Ambika went crazy, and the next thing Prisha knew, her aunt's pussy worshipping of her was out of control. Ambika used her lips, tongue and moaned into Prisha's muff and went at her even harder, sucking on her labia, tongue-fucking her, and licking her niece's clit with the same force that her brother had used to cum in her cunt.

Kanhar stood watching the two women who were locked in 69, looking down at them and stroking himself back to hardness. Despite his age, Prisha knew from experience when he was aroused, he was good for two cums, though that drained him completely.

Ambika suddenly felt pressure against her face and opened her eyes to see Kanhar, caressing her face with his rehardened fuck rod. He reached forward and opened his sister's mouth to receive his cock. She started to give it a sloppy, wet sucking while Prisha scooted behind her aunt, attached her strap-on and forced it into her kneeling aunt's arse. Until Kanhar could hold on no longer and filled Ambika's mouth: his sister was the meat in a spit roast between her brother's cock and her niece's strap-on dildo.

Prisha took the train back to Igatpuri. It had been great while it happened, but now it was over. Her father was going to solo fuck his sister all weekend which meant no sex for her. Unless. Her mind started making plans.

Gunmay arrived at the Igatpuri station at 5pm on Friday. Despite a week of sex in Mumbai with his aunt, Deepika, he was horny for his mother, Meera, and her promise to make him cum 3 times with no more than 20 minutes interval to get him hard before she had him inside her. His cock already hard, he looked expectantly at the station for her, but she wasn't there.

Instead, it was his sister Prisha who ran to him and sadly explained that their mother was in the Central Railway Sub Divisional Hospital with food poisoning and that she was in isolation, but in no danger. What she didn't tell her brother was that it was because of a potion she had bartered from a local black magic man who had relocated from the notorious village of black magic, Mayong, in Assam province. A fair exchange in her mind: 50cc of her cum for him to use for his purposes in return for the potion to incapacitate her mother.

"Don't worry," she told her brother, "I will look after you in place of mother. I will do everything she does for you."

"As if," thought a grumpy, aroused Gunmay, "This weekend the sex was going to be special, and now nothing."

If anything, knowing that he wouldn't be fucking his mother made Gunmay even hornier as well as frustrated as they walked from the station. Prisha was trying to work out how to get her brother to fuck her when the Goddess Lakshmi or maybe the God Ganesha looked favourably upon her. Her luck was in as a sudden monsoonal downpour drenched them. Her thin saree, of course not an expensive mulberry silk one, became drenched and transparent.

Gunmay's eyes couldn't avoid the sight of her erect 1-inch nipples, tiny, firm 30A tits and shaven pussy slit 100% visible as she wore no bra or petticoat under her soaked sari and pallu. Prisha pretended not to notice her brother staring and handed him the umbrella. "Cover us both," she said as she stood in front of him and pressed her taut arse back into his groin so the umbrella protected them both, pretending not to notice his hard-on.

Back at the house Prisha knew her brother was horny, knew she had her mother out of the way at the hospital, but also knew she had no plan to advance further, and her brother was making no advances. So, frustrated she retreated to her bedroom.

She needed relief and her new, untried vibrator would provide that. She had stolen it two days ago from the brothel when she collected their laundry but had not used it yet. It was a big, phallic-shaped tool that looked as if it would give her cunt a good workout. She fetched the fake cock from the bedside table draw and lay back, her head on the pillow, raised her knees and parted her thighs.

The nude Prisha's cunt lips were already unfurled and her pussy slot was filled with foamy cunt juice: a result of her preliminary finger work. She switched on the prick-shaped vibrator. It began to hum and buzz. She touched the vibrating tip to her nipples and shuddered as the tool massaged her long, stiff, sensitive tit-tips. Prisha moved the vibrator down her belly. The humming tip rustled past her taut belly to reach her shaved slit. Then she tilted her wrist and slipped the pulsing, phallic tip into her groin and began to rub it against her clit.

"Uuummm." She and the battery-powered dildo both purred. With her free hand she spread her cunt lips open wider and, changing the angle of the vibrator, she began to slowly fuck the battery-powered device into her wet cunt. Her sex cavern was sucking on it and a thick ribbon of pussy cream ran down her shaved crotch and seeped into the taut crack of her upthrust arse. She began to fuck herself with steady strokes, feeding the latex and plastic prick in and out and rotating her slim hips while pumping her flat belly as if she were really getting fucked by a man, rather than gyrating on the fuck-strokes of a substitute prick.

"Oh, Oh, Oooooh," Prisha gasped. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy hole and examined it. The fake cock was slathered with her cunt juice. She brought it to her mouth and tongued her sex cream off it before reaching down and fitting the vibrating tip back into her needy fuck-hole. She rotated it right and left, up and down and then circled around, using the tool like a big spoon to stir her cream-filled sex hole.

Then she settled down to relentlessly fuck herself with it, sliding the whole length in until her fist was pressed against her mound, pulling it back out as her cunt sucked and dragged on it, repeating the process steadily and slowly to increase her arousal. She arched her back and her thighs parted wider as her arse humped off the mattress and her hips began working like pistons.

"Ungh, ungh Uunngh," she grunted. Deep inside she knew it would be a big one, and this despite it being a sex toy that couldn't cum, unlike her brother's cock. Prisha loved all aspects of sex, but most of all she loved jism. She loved to feel a thick load of the hot cum squirt up her cunt and she loved to suck jism out of a prick. But she was totally aroused and she knew her cum was going to be monstrous.

Her hand became a blur as her cunt accepted the tool fucking and her grunts became a wail then a shriek. She raised her hips from the mattress, pulled the dildo free and came. Dropping the sex toy, she pulled her cunt lips apart and squirted: her cum travelled as if jet-propelled to splash against the far wall. When her breathing calmed down, she went down to the kitchen to prepare Gunmay's meal.

Gunmay had made his decision. He needed relief and he had heard his sister's sex noises from her bedroom and, unseen by her, watched her squirt the length of her bedroom. He turned to his 19-year-old sister and said, "Before you said you would do everything my mother would do. Well, kneel and eat this." He stood, opened his jeans and held his rigid fuck meat in one hand.

Prisha stared at her brother's hand moving up and down his thick eight-inch shaft, entranced by his fingers tracing the veins that stood proud along its length. Precum started to form on the slit on the huge head of the one-eyed monster as he strained to make sure he didn't cum quickly. It was even better than she remembered from the quick glance she had a few months before when she burst in on him flogging his meat.

She knelt before her brother. Her eyes were drawn like a magnet to his monster cock-shaft held inches from her face. She could see it twitching, ready for relief, while below his rod his testicles hung, held tight in the swollen sac of his scrotum. But even as she watched, she saw his ball sac contract as it was drawn up and stretched skintight, pulling his balls up closer to his body as he guided the wide helmet to her mouth. She was unable to tear her eyes away from the hardened, thick length of his cock, and as she watched, he stroked his cock-shaft, withdrawing the loose and heavy foreskin, the blood-filled head seeming to slide out like some primeval serpent monster wriggling out of its lair.

She opened her mouth and her stretched, open lips slipped over the pulsating mushroom-shaped head of her brother's cock, sucking it into her mouth. Only then did Gunmay begin to push his hips forward, allowing his thick 8 inches to push slowly and surely into her mouth. In a few moments, her mouth was nearly filled, and he felt her lips nibbling at the shaft. It drove him wild with desire and in the next instant, he had shoved the full turgid length of it deep into his sister's mouth and reached the entrance of her throat. Prisha paused momentarily, adjusted the angle of her head as she had done previously with her father, and pushed forward again. More of his cock disappeared into her mouth.

"Sis, I can feel it in the back of your throat," Gunmay groaned, his thoughts of fucking his mother completely forgotten for the moment.

Prisha pushed forward again and more of Gunmay's cock slid into her mouth. Her lips were now about an inch from the base. She rolled her head around slightly and pressed forward. Another half inch went into her throat.

"Damn that's tight," Gunmay moaned. "The tip of my cock is in your throat. Come on, Sis, take all of it."

Prisha adjusted the angle again and slowly slid her mouth down his cock until her lips touched the hair around the base of it. She pushed again and her nose touched his stomach. She pushed forward once more and her nose flattened against him. None of her brother's prick was visible. It was embedded in her mouth and throat.

The kneeling Prisha pulled her head back about halfway along his rod, then pushed forward again. This time it went into her more easily with only a brief hesitation as the head hit the back of her throat and pushed past it. She did it a couple of times more, then pulled back and breathed heavily through her nose, taking in big gulps of air. Compared to blowing her father this was like having 3 cocks in her mouth. She loved the hot, wet feel of her brother's cock against her tongue, and the salty taste and musky smell feel of his stiff love muscle as it devoured her throat. One hand ripped off her cheap kurti and, with no leggings she was naked, and plundered her love box.

Gunmay's fingers traced his cock bulge in his sister's throat before he shifted his hands to hold her head. Then Prisha experienced facial abuse as he jackhammered her mouth and throat. Although he had watched it on the internet, he had never done it to his mother or aunt. Mucous, saliva and precum flowed from her nostrils and oozed past his bludgeoning cock. His sister was gasping for breath when Gunmay felt it: the tightening of his scrotal sac, the expanding lurch of his rock-hard cock as it hammered between her lips and plunged deep into her throat. It was that familiar feeling of knowing he was cumming, almost like a volcano ready to blow itself apart.