This is the story of one of my readers (Sonu) and his mail id is “”,I am writing this in his footsteps. Coming to the story. I am Sonu, aged 21 fr...m Hyderabad with 5.7 height well-built body and a middle-class family. I went to my cousin’s house during the semester holiday. Her house consists of cousin sister Arshiya (name changed), uncle, aunty and a cousin brother.Every morning when I wake up, I use to notice my t-shirt and banyan lifted up, which I ignored. Some other day, I noticed my night. This bravado and desire for sex meant it was on tap, so to speak, and every time the opportunity arose, my mind and body said yes, emphatically, today I would have to attend a clinic for sexual addiction, because I am in effect a sex addict, and who my lovers are, are of no consequence, because the act itself is the pleasing feeling I crave, the relationship to me means nothing.I came home from my new gym and bathed that evening, planning to meet up with friends later. As I bathed and. Or lund ragad na jari rakhi…’Mushaji tum kiya kar di,mere sarir main bijli daud raha hain…bur main aag..Mushaji tuma hara lund bur ghua kar chodiye plz..aar mat tarpaiye…plz’..jia pagol ki tarah komar utha utha kar patak rahi thi…main samajh gaya ki time a gaya..Lund Jia ki bur ki choti si chhed par thik lagaya…Uski dono pair ko mere komar ka pichhe le kar zor se pakra…’jia meri sone ki gudia..meri aakh main dekh’…ak dhakka mara..’Mushaji…. Mammi…’…tez chik nikal pari …’mushaji plz tumahara. She would soon embrace any pain as long as it was a side-effect of intercourse but I didn’t wish her any harm even during this first minute.Maybe I was half-hoping that it wouldn’t work, that I’d finally pay for all the unintentional crimes I committed, but I still sighed in relief when I started hearing the tonal shift in the gagged moans and felt the relaxing of her anal cavity, giving my cock a greater range of motion. Then came subtle hip thrusts to make sure I bottomed out in her rectum..