My name is Kunal. I am 25 years old and live in a 3BHK flat in Noida with my parents and my younger sister Riya. Riya is 22 and studies in the same college where I studied earlier. Her best friend is Ishita. Ishita is 23, fair, and has been coming to our house for the last two years. She stays over often, especially on weekends.
Ishita is the kind of girl who turns heads. Soft wheatish skin, long black hair that she keeps open most of the time, full heavy breasts that look tight in her tops, a slim waist, wide hips and a big, round ass that moves whenever she walks. She has a habit of wearing short tops and tight jeans or short nighties when she stays at our place. Every time she comes, I find it hard to keep my eyes off her.
Riya treats her like a second sister. My parents also like her. I used to talk to her normally, but the way she sometimes looked at me was different. The way her eyes went to my arms or the front of my shorts when she thought no one was watching. The way she laughed a little longer when I made a joke.
One weekend in October my parents had gone to Jaipur for a wedding. Riya had also gone to her friend’s place for a night stay. That left only Ishita and me in the house. She had come in the evening to pick up some notes and decided to stay because it was raining heavily.
She was wearing a light yellow short nightie. No bra. I could see the full shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly damp from the rain. We ordered food and sat in the living room.
After eating we started talking. The rain was loud outside. She sat on the sofa with her legs folded under her. The nightie had ridden up on her thighs. I was finding it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying.
“Kunal, tu aaj bahut quiet hai,” she said, smiling.
“Bas… thoda kaam ka stress hai,” I replied.
She moved a little closer. “Akele mein stress nahi hota? Main bhi akeli rehti hoon hostel mein. Kabhi kabhi bahut weird lagta hai.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume mixed with the natural scent of her skin. She was looking straight into my eyes.
I do not know who moved first. My lips touched hers. She opened her mouth almost immediately. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss after a minute and looked at me with dark eyes. “Kunal… yeh galat hai. Main Riya ki best friend hoon.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it on the floor. Her naked body was in front of me in the soft light. Full heavy breasts with dark pink nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat thin line of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly with both hands. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot, tight and dripping.
“Ahh… Kunal… haan… aise hi,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up with her still in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my t-shirt and shorts. My cock sprang out hard, thick and already leaking a little. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low, surprised voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices, and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper inch by inch until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and let out a long moan.
I started fucking her with deep, steady strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room along with the rain outside.
After a good ten minutes I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly, pushing her big ass towards me. I entered her from behind in one smooth hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the bedsheet. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder and deeper. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched tightly around my cock, the way her back arched, everything drove me crazy. I reached under her body and rubbed her clit in circles. She came hard within a minute, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching and releasing around my cock again and again.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back, and did it again with more confidence. I held her hair and fucked her mouth slowly until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
We lay side by side breathing heavily, bodies covered in light sweat. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom, and came back still completely naked. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me.
“Kunal… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye. Riya ko pata chal gaya toh…”
I pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her again, deeply. “Ishita, ab main normal nahi reh sakta. Main tujhe chahiye.”
She did not argue this time. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again from the way her soft body was pressed against mine. She stroked it until it was fully hard and thick, then slowly sat down on it, taking me inside her inch by inch. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving up and down in front of my face. I held them with both hands and sucked the nipples hard while she moved. Then she increased the speed, grinding her clit against me. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud and dirty. She came again, throwing her head back and moaning my name. I held her hips tightly and thrust up hard, filling her a second time with more cum.
That night we barely slept. Around 1:45 am she woke me up by taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked me soft and slow at first, then deeper, looking into my eyes the whole time. When I was rock hard she climbed on top again, this time in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big round ass bounce and jiggle as she rode me hard. I slapped both cheeks lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back even harder. I came inside her again, holding her hips down so every drop went deep.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea, wearing only my large t-shirt. When she saw me come in she smiled a little shyly, but her eyes were still full of the same hunger.
“Riya shaam tak aa jayegi,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put both hands under the t-shirt onto her bare heavy breasts. She leaned back into me for a long moment, her ass pressing against my cock, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Kunal. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft and she did not move away immediately.
The rest of the day we could not stay away from each other. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter while she held the edge tightly. I fucked her on the living room sofa with her legs on my shoulders. In the afternoon she pulled me into the bathroom, went down on her knees under the running shower, and gave me a long, slow, deep blowjob until I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything and then stood up and kissed me.
When Riya returned in the evening everything looked normal. Ishita spoke to her as if nothing had happened. But when Riya went to take a bath, Ishita came to my room for a minute, brushed her hand against the hard bulge in my shorts, and whispered, “Kal raat ko, jab sab so jayein, mere room aana.”
The next night, after everyone was asleep, I went to the guest room where she was staying. She was waiting, completely naked under the sheet. The moment I locked the door she pulled me onto the bed. We fucked for almost three hours that night. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue twice. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, spooning, and with her legs over my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once on her heavy breasts. When I finally left her room at 3:40 am her legs were shaking slightly and there was a deep, satisfied smile on her face.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Riya is not around, or late at night when the house is quiet, Ishita and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my room. Sometimes I go to hers. Sometimes we do it quickly in the bathroom when everyone is watching TV in the living room. The risk makes every session hotter.
Last weekend Riya had gone for a college trip. Ishita stayed over again. That Friday night she came into my room wearing a black lace nightie with nothing underneath. She removed it slowly in front of me, stood completely naked under the light, and said, “Aaj time hai. Jo marzi karna hai kar. Subah tak.”
I spent the next four and a half hours doing exactly that. I kissed and sucked every inch of her body. I licked her pussy and ass until she was trembling. I fucked her in every position I knew and a few we invented on the spot. I came inside her three times and once in her mouth. When she finally fell asleep on my chest around 4:30 am, both of us were completely exhausted and covered in sweat and cum.
Ishita is still my sister’s best friend. She still laughs and talks normally in front of Riya and my parents. But every time she sits next to me on the sofa and her thigh presses against mine, or every time she looks at me from across the room with that small secret smile, I know that the next chance we get, her tight wet pussy will again be wrapped tightly around my cock.
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Ishita is the kind of girl who turns heads. Soft wheatish skin, long black hair that she keeps open most of the time, full heavy breasts that look tight in her tops, a slim waist, wide hips and a big, round ass that moves whenever she walks. She has a habit of wearing short tops and tight jeans or short nighties when she stays at our place. Every time she comes, I find it hard to keep my eyes off her.
Riya treats her like a second sister. My parents also like her. I used to talk to her normally, but the way she sometimes looked at me was different. The way her eyes went to my arms or the front of my shorts when she thought no one was watching. The way she laughed a little longer when I made a joke.
One weekend in October my parents had gone to Jaipur for a wedding. Riya had also gone to her friend’s place for a night stay. That left only Ishita and me in the house. She had come in the evening to pick up some notes and decided to stay because it was raining heavily.
She was wearing a light yellow short nightie. No bra. I could see the full shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly damp from the rain. We ordered food and sat in the living room.
After eating we started talking. The rain was loud outside. She sat on the sofa with her legs folded under her. The nightie had ridden up on her thighs. I was finding it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying.
“Kunal, tu aaj bahut quiet hai,” she said, smiling.
“Bas… thoda kaam ka stress hai,” I replied.
She moved a little closer. “Akele mein stress nahi hota? Main bhi akeli rehti hoon hostel mein. Kabhi kabhi bahut weird lagta hai.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume mixed with the natural scent of her skin. She was looking straight into my eyes.
I do not know who moved first. My lips touched hers. She opened her mouth almost immediately. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss after a minute and looked at me with dark eyes. “Kunal… yeh galat hai. Main Riya ki best friend hoon.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my shorts. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it on the floor. Her naked body was in front of me in the soft light. Full heavy breasts with dark pink nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat thin line of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly with both hands. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot, tight and dripping.
“Ahh… Kunal… haan… aise hi,” she whispered, moving her hips on my fingers.
I stood up with her still in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my t-shirt and shorts. My cock sprang out hard, thick and already leaking a little. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low, surprised voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices, and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper inch by inch until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and let out a long moan.
I started fucking her with deep, steady strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room along with the rain outside.
After a good ten minutes I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly, pushing her big ass towards me. I entered her from behind in one smooth hard thrust. She cried out and gripped the bedsheet. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder and deeper. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched tightly around my cock, the way her back arched, everything drove me crazy. I reached under her body and rubbed her clit in circles. She came hard within a minute, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching and releasing around my cock again and again.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back, and did it again with more confidence. I held her hair and fucked her mouth slowly until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
We lay side by side breathing heavily, bodies covered in light sweat. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom, and came back still completely naked. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me.
“Kunal… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye. Riya ko pata chal gaya toh…”
I pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her again, deeply. “Ishita, ab main normal nahi reh sakta. Main tujhe chahiye.”
She did not argue this time. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again from the way her soft body was pressed against mine. She stroked it until it was fully hard and thick, then slowly sat down on it, taking me inside her inch by inch. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving up and down in front of my face. I held them with both hands and sucked the nipples hard while she moved. Then she increased the speed, grinding her clit against me. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud and dirty. She came again, throwing her head back and moaning my name. I held her hips tightly and thrust up hard, filling her a second time with more cum.
That night we barely slept. Around 1:45 am she woke me up by taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked me soft and slow at first, then deeper, looking into my eyes the whole time. When I was rock hard she climbed on top again, this time in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big round ass bounce and jiggle as she rode me hard. I slapped both cheeks lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back even harder. I came inside her again, holding her hips down so every drop went deep.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea, wearing only my large t-shirt. When she saw me come in she smiled a little shyly, but her eyes were still full of the same hunger.
“Riya shaam tak aa jayegi,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back, and put both hands under the t-shirt onto her bare heavy breasts. She leaned back into me for a long moment, her ass pressing against my cock, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Kunal. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft and she did not move away immediately.
The rest of the day we could not stay away from each other. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter while she held the edge tightly. I fucked her on the living room sofa with her legs on my shoulders. In the afternoon she pulled me into the bathroom, went down on her knees under the running shower, and gave me a long, slow, deep blowjob until I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything and then stood up and kissed me.
When Riya returned in the evening everything looked normal. Ishita spoke to her as if nothing had happened. But when Riya went to take a bath, Ishita came to my room for a minute, brushed her hand against the hard bulge in my shorts, and whispered, “Kal raat ko, jab sab so jayein, mere room aana.”
The next night, after everyone was asleep, I went to the guest room where she was staying. She was waiting, completely naked under the sheet. The moment I locked the door she pulled me onto the bed. We fucked for almost three hours that night. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue twice. I fucked her in missionary, doggy, spooning, and with her legs over my shoulders. I came inside her twice and once on her heavy breasts. When I finally left her room at 3:40 am her legs were shaking slightly and there was a deep, satisfied smile on her face.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Riya is not around, or late at night when the house is quiet, Ishita and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my room. Sometimes I go to hers. Sometimes we do it quickly in the bathroom when everyone is watching TV in the living room. The risk makes every session hotter.
Last weekend Riya had gone for a college trip. Ishita stayed over again. That Friday night she came into my room wearing a black lace nightie with nothing underneath. She removed it slowly in front of me, stood completely naked under the light, and said, “Aaj time hai. Jo marzi karna hai kar. Subah tak.”
I spent the next four and a half hours doing exactly that. I kissed and sucked every inch of her body. I licked her pussy and ass until she was trembling. I fucked her in every position I knew and a few we invented on the spot. I came inside her three times and once in her mouth. When she finally fell asleep on my chest around 4:30 am, both of us were completely exhausted and covered in sweat and cum.
Ishita is still my sister’s best friend. She still laughs and talks normally in front of Riya and my parents. But every time she sits next to me on the sofa and her thigh presses against mine, or every time she looks at me from across the room with that small secret smile, I know that the next chance we get, her tight wet pussy will again be wrapped tightly around my cock.
If you liked this hot sister’s best friend chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of a particular long night, or what happened when Riya almost walked in on us. I will write it.