Kishen’s Life-changing Discovery Ch. 05

All characters engaging in sexual activities are above 19 years of age. Incest warning.

The time had finally come for Kishen to safely swap Neethu’s and Usha’s panties for new ones. Under the pretext of feeding Usha’s fish,as she had gone to her native, Kishen entered her empty home. He sifted through Usha’s pile of dirty laundry. To his surprise, he noticed that there was a comparatively bigger pantie in the pile. It smelt different too. Realizing that it wasn’t Usha aunty’s or Neethu’s he didn’t give it much thought and placed it aside.

For several minutes, he hugged and embraced the pile for it preserved the sweet smell of his Usha aunty’s sweat and perfume. He had all the time he wanted.

Kishen wasn’t also much keen on taking Neethu’s panties as he’s already hit the jackpot as far as fucking her was concerned (Part 3). He even got a heavenly blowjob from Neethu earlier in the day before he left for his PU college.

“I could have just asked her for one of her panties and she would have given me. Why didn’t I think of it?” Kishen wondered.

Kishen took one of Usha’s pantie from the heap and left the house, fully content.

Locking Usha’s main door behind him, he looked at the door opposite–the door to Manoj sir’s house.

“How would the fierce old man react to the news of me and Neethu? He sure would be red with anger” Kishen thought and giggled.

In front of him stood the door to the house of the man who was a strict figure to Kishen and Neethu since childhood.

Kishen looked cautiously to his either sides of the veranda to see if anyone was around. Seeing that the corridor was empty, some sort of confidence and a sense of victory consumed Kishen. You know, the kind of ‘I’m an adult,’ feeling after losing virginity.

Kishen stepped towards Manoj sir’s door. He took out Usha’s pantie and sniffed it while giving a challenging look at the name plate titled “Manoj Mohan, Retd. Head Master.”

Just then, to Kishen’s utter shock, the door stood open and there stood Manoj sir. He had been watching Kishen through the peep hole of his door. Seeing Manoj sir’s inquiring demeanor, Kishen literally peed in his shorts out of fear. He barely had time to stuff Usha’s pantie back into his pocket.

Manoj sir stepped out, grabbed Kishen by the collar, dragged him into his house, and closed the door behind him, all in a few seconds. He pushed Kishen to the sofa in his living room.

Hearing the commotion, Deepthi (Manoj sir’s obedient wifey) came out of her bedroom.

“Take that thing out of your pocket…” ordered Manoj sir, pointing at Usha’s panties sticking out of Kishen’s pocket.

“I don’t have anything sir….” uttered Kishen, trying to cover the panties with his hands.

“How dare you lie to me!” said Manoj sir and reached-out to Kishen’s pocket. Even though the man was around 60 years old, he was as strong as a UFC fighter. Kishen’s grip on the pantie didn’t even have a chance.

“Hmm…what have we here?” said Manoj sir, holding the pantie and stretching it with both hands. He then sniffed them,”so you’re lusting after Usha huh?”

Deepthi giggled, further embarrassing Kishen.

“If you don’t want the world to know about this, go tell your mom that you’re in my house helping me with the PC, and that you’d be here for a few hours. You have exactly 3 minutes. Now GO!!!” shouted Manoj sir.

Kishen ran out, and did as he was told. He soon returned with Savitri. Upon hearing Savitri approach, Manoj sir quickly tossed the pantie to a corner.

“Sir, Kishen says you needed some help with the computer. He looks a little worried, is everything alright? Did he come up to some mischief?” asked Savi.

“No Savi, everything is fine. The young man has always been scared of me. We are going to be good friends by the end of it,” replied Manoj sir.

“And if it gets too late, he is more than welcome to stay here, Savi,” added Deepthi.

Savi nodded with a smile and left, leaving Kishen with Deepthi and Manoj sir.

“Lock the door and…take a seat,” said Manoj sir pointing to the sofa, after regaining composure from laughing.

Kishen frantically did as ordered.

Despite a moderately big pot belly and gray hair, Manoj sir looked pretty fit for a 60 year old man. Kishen also noticed Deepthi looking at him and smiling in an ‘I-wanna-sex-you,’ manner. He felt awkward as he knew her as a chubby, soft-spoken and husband-worshiping woman.

Manoj sir took a chair, put it right in front of Kishen and sat on it with a forward leaning posture. To Kishen’s eyes, he looked like a detective getting ready to interrogate. His face was inches away from Kishen’s.

“Remove you pee soaked shorts, I don’t want you stinking up my couch,” ordered Manoj sir, rather sternly. Kishen was hesitant or rather processing what he just heard.

“Now!!!” shouted Manoj sir. He began pulling down Kishen’s shorts from his legs just as Kishen’s trembling hands untied it. He tossed the piss-soaked shorts to the side, which Deepthi fatih escort picked up. Covering his bare groin with his hands, Kishen watched Deepti’s disappear into the the dark corridor in their house connecting the living room to their bedroom. He wondered what she was going to do with his pee shorts.

Manoj sir looked at Kishen’s fearful eyes for a few moments, and…of all things, smiled!

Kishen was utterly surprised by the sudden change in Manoj sir’s demeanor.

“Beta, I know were scared of me when you were a boy. You are a grown man now. And we are adults…so pls don’t be alarmed,” said Manoj sir.

Just then, Deepthi came in with a towel and offered it to Kishen. She then picked Usha’s pantie from the corner of the room and handed it over to her husband. Leaning back, Manoj sir watched smilingly as Kishen embarrassingly stood up from the sofa to tie the towel around his waist.

“You are a very good young man!!! Neethu beti told me,” Manoj sir added as Kishen sat down on the sofa. Deepthi also sat on the sofa at a leg-length distance next to Kishen.

“Uh…Th…thank you sir. And I am really sorry,” said Kishen, wondering to himself how and when on earth Neethu and Manoj sir started to get along.

“She also told me how much she found you to be respectful of me despite being weary of my strictness,” added Manoj sir.

Kishen was taken aback. He realized what Manoj sir was referring to the conversation that Neethu and Kishen earlier in the day.

In the conversation, Neethu had badmouthed Manoj sir for scolding them years back. Kishen was however, annoyed and surprised at Neethu’s behavior. He took Manoj sir’s side by reasoning that what he had done was right, as an adult. He also told told her that it that was bad to cuss at one of the most respected persons in the building. Manoj sir was also the leader of their residents’ association.

“Why did Neethu have to tell all that to Manoj sir? Did he hear us and confront her? Is he planning something? Was Neethu trying to save my ass? Does he know that we are having sex?” Kishen wondered, looking confused.

“Its a mark of your honesty, and integrity, Kishen,” commented Deepthi.

“…and after hearing that, I was looking to commend you myself. But doing it while catching you sneaking Usha’s underwear was not the way I wanted it,” added Manoj sir, as he played with Usha’s panties.

Kishen didn’t know what to say. He just looked down embarrassed.

“I am really sorry sir,” he begged.

Kishen heard Deepthi giggling again. He noticed she was looking at him as though they were playing a prank on him. And just as Kishen turned back to Manoj sir’s direction, he was shocked to see him fully immersed in sniffing the pantie.

Opening his eyes and seeing Kishen look at him surprised, Manoj sir leaned forward and asked him, “Tell me honestly, Kishen, as a friend, what do you do with these panties?”

“I…uh.. I smell them and…” Kishen responded hesitantly, turning a couple of times towards Deepthi. She was looking at him and smiling, as though she was watching a reaction video.

“You masturbate…. I know. But be more specific, what else?, telling the truth will bring you great benefits,” responded Manoj sir.

“…well, I just..um..do the deed and go back to sleep,” responded Kishen.

“Ok, let me make this easier for you. Just answer with a yes or no. Don’t be shy. Ok?” asked Manoj sir.

Kishen nodded.

“While sniffing at the pantie and masturbating, do you see yourself being scolded by Usha aunty?”

“No,” Kishen responded, frowning a little.

“Do you see yourself being tied, humiliated, or even hurt by Usha or whoever you fantasize about?”

“No sir…” Kishen replied with a weirded-out expression, which Deepthi noticed.

“Can I count on your honesty?” asked Manoj sir.

“Yes sir, I am telling the truth. I don’t have such BDSM fantasies,” responded Kishen.

“Ok, I believe you. If you do such fetishes as I suspected from your pantie cravings, I need to tell you how to be cautious while practicing it. It is, after all, sexuality, and one should embrace it. But one should also be careful of exhibiting it to people they only truly trust. Otherwise it can be a damage to reputation. So, I need to once again confirm form you. Do you do have such fetishes? Let me know honestly and I can help you out,” added Manoj sir.

“No sir, that is not like me.” replied Kishen.

“How would you see me if I had such fetishes?” asked Manoj sir.

Drawing from the sexo-philosophical-cum-psychological insights that Tariq gave him, Kishen replied, “Well, no one should be embarrassed about their sexuality and sexual preferences, as long as the people involved are open to it.”

“Beautifully answered, Kishen,” said Deepthi. “Glad to know you are aware of BDSM. Probably from porn, right?”

She then moved to sit cross-legged on the sofa, pulling up her nightie above her knees. Kishen couldn’t help çapa escort but steal glimpses of her bare foot, dusky calves, a tone darker knees, and fleshy thighs. His tool began tenting the towel he wore.

“Ah somebody is horny for you legs, Deepthi,” said Manoj sir smiling.

Kishen looked down and covered his tent in embarrassment.

“C’mon now, don’t pretend to be shy…we know you did it with Neethu,” replied Deepthi, surprising Kishen.

Sitting on the sofa, Deepthi turned her body towards Kishen. She placed both her legs on his lap, and leaned back to comfortably rest her head on the sofa’s armrest. With her feet, she began to playfully push away his hands covering his groin. She then stated circling his tent with the sole of her feet.

Aroused, Kishen placed his hands on her chubby legs and watched her smiling seductively at him.

“To be sure, let me test and measure how far you can go with your pantie kink,” said Deepthi.

Upon hearing Deepthi, Kishen looked at Manoj sir. Sitting in utter silence of arousal, Manoj sir appeared to enjoy what he saw. There was a smile of approval on Manoj sir’s face which allowed Kishen to totally rid of any inhibitions.

Lifting one of her feet up to Kishen’s face-level, Deepti asked him to kiss it. Lovingly and romantically, Kishen began kissing, sniffing and rubbing his face all over Deepti’s feet. Watching him, Manoj sir did the same with Usha’s panties.

Deepthi made Kishen turn to her side, and placed both of her feet on his either shoulders. He ran his either hands through the length of her legs like they were brand new veenas. He could hear Manoj sir’s heavy and aroused breathing right next to him. Sniffing Usha’s panties Manoj sir was observing them without batting an eyelid. He was also rubbing his dick from outside his lungi.

“Lick it,” Deepthi ordered in a rather loud and authoritative tone. But she noticed that Kishen became instantly hesitant. “Probably because of my dominating tone,” she wondered. However, Manoj sir leaned forward to lick it.

Wack!!! Deepthi kicked Manoj sir’s face so hard that he fell on the floor. Kishen was taken aback, and lost all his arousal.

“Not you! You old bastard,” Deepthi shouted at Manoj sir, with a fierce look.

Not saying a word, Manoj sir knelt on the floor, looking down at the floor like a slave. Kishen knew at that instance that he was getting into some BDSM and cuckold action, and that he had to play along.

“Not really my kink,” he thought. He however wasn’t any less excited. He only wished he watched more BDSM porn to get along better.

“Kishen, my new found young and lively love, don’t pay heed to how I treat this horny bastard. He deserves it. And tonight, you, my dear, deserve all my love and affection,” said Deepthi in a polar-opposite friendly and loving manner from how she just treated Manoj sir. “Come love, bring my feet together and lift them up,”

Doing as Deepthi asked, Kishen saw her nightie fall to her hip-level, which she pulled further up. She revealed a plain light blue pantie tucked smoothly between her chubby thighs and tummy. Folding her legs, she removed the panties and tossed it to him, which he caught with both his hands. It certainly looked bigger in his hands, and he noticed that it had a wet patch, which he sniffed with deep inhalations and closed eyes.

And much to a delight upon opening his eyes, Deepthi spread her legs and started fingering herself. The whole of her hand appeared to slide into her fleshy pussy.

“If my pantie has served you well Kishen, please throw it at the face of my useless old husband who is kneeling before you,” requested Deepthi. Kishen was hesitant out of his respect for Manoj sir. But looking at Manoj sir’s eyes, he could tell that he wanted it and that it aroused him.

Kishen threw the pantie right at Manoj sir’s face, and watched him grab it, and stuff it in his mouth. After a few moments, he laid it down on the flow, next to Usha’s pantie and began sniffing them on all fours, like a dog. Kishen was amused to see that Manoj sir even panted like dog.

“I am sorry Kishen that he snatched Usha’s panties from you,” consoled Deepti. “Continue sniffing on those you dirty dog!!!” she ordered Manoj sir.

Deepthi got up from the sofa, got rid of her nightie and bra. Looking at Kishen lustfully and playfully, Deepthi revealed her heavy hanging assets. Seeing Manoj sir engrossed in sniffing the panties, she kicked his buttocks hard that he fell over on the floor squealing. She ordered him to strip while being on all fours and asked him to cover his face with her panties and to wear Usha’s panties.

Like a strict warden standing tall, Deepthi observed Manoj sir do as directed. She then placed a chair behind Manoj sir’s buttocks, and tenderly directed Kishen to stand on it. She then made Kishen deliver a painful wedgie to Manoj sir. She simultaneously suffocated Manoj sir by pulling hard the portion of her panties that güngören escort covered the back of his head as though it were the string of a bow. She then vigorously stroked the stretched elastic and fabric up and down. Manoj sir’s semi-muffled gurgle filled the room.

Kishen was aroused watching the merciless dominance of the nude, chubby woman who was but tender towards him. He couldn’t fully involve though. It was all new to him, and he wasn’t particular into the fetish. Or so he thought. He was also mildly concerned about how Manoj sir would treat him after the session.

Nonetheless, Kishen continued to wedgie for a good while, hoping that Manoj sir was enjoying it all.

“Come here you dirty dog!” Deepthi ordered to a panting Manoj sir as she stepped to a corner. Manoj sir followed her on all fours. She then positioned her pussy to his face-level and asked him to lick it, “like a good dog.”

Kishen was surprised to see Manoj sir do it the same way a dog would–panting with the tongue out, flapping it between his lips in a slurpy manner, and sloppily licking and sniffing Deepthi’s pussy.

“Just like that…Good boy!!” Deepthi encouraged Manoj sir. The sight of Deepthi semi-squatting and moaning at the oral from her submissive role playing hubby made Kishen all the more aroused, and equally curious. He stood there like an ardent observer who got to witness acrobatics up close for the first time.

“Freeze,” she said to the “doggo.” It stood still like a well-trained one.

“Kishen, grab that trophy from there,” she ordered Kishen pointing at a near dildo-like trophy from their showcase. She encouraged Kishen to ‘do the deed’ but seeing that he was scared to do it, she grabbed it from his and thrust it mercilessly inside Manoj sir’s butthole.

Seeing Manoj sir shriek and tremble in pain, Kishen was startled. Deepthi momentarily broke her dominant character, approached Kishen and whispered, “Its ok, Kishen, he is enjoying it. Even I was fearful at first. We won’t cross the limits and we have a safe word.”

“I’ll be right back,” Deepthi said, snapping back to her dominant character as she walked to the room.

Kishen was left alone with the doggo. With the trophy still sticking out of its ass, it turned to Kishen and started coming near his leg and began to sniff them. It playfully followed Kishen around as much as he tried to awkwardly move away from it. Hoping to ‘help’ the doggo, Kishen managed to pull out the trophy in the process. Sadly, the doggo shrieked again in pain. Deepthi returned just then holding a ball gag, collar and leash, and a flogger.

Fitting them on the doggo, Deepthi made it jump on to the sofa. Having it sit back, she pinched and squeezed its nipple, penis and balls. Much to the amusement of Kishen, not one sound that came from Manoj’s sir mouth resembled that of a human.

Although Kishen was far from being aroused from all what Deepthi was engaged in, he noticed how through each successive pain infliction, Manoj sir was staying erect and oozing cum. It was a sign that he was enjoying it all, which, in turn, got Kishen more involved in watching Deepthi inflicting pain on Manoj sir.

He watched her flog Manoj sir mercilessly, push down the trophy up his ass and mouth several times, fart on his face a couple of times and make him lick her asshole.

“Just like that…oohh yeah… Good doggo,” Deepthi moaned as she looked at Kishen with ‘do-you-like-what-you-see’ look. Standing watch with his hands mildly stroking his dick, Kishen stared back with a look of curiosity. He was more fixated on how she looked bending forward–for the doggo to lick her clean–with legs apart and hands supported on either knees. The smoothness of her hanging melons beamed innocence, contrasting her dominating character.

Kishen was also, for the first time, experiencing a special kind of erection–one that arises from helping others indulge in their sexual fetishes.

Deepthi’s was also charging Kishen up in another manner. The tendency to push himself in and ‘take charge’ of her was building up in him. Deep inside, he began craving to be the master to the mistress, and ‘rescue’ the doggo, or perhaps ‘own’ it. Uncertain of how he would perform or how it may turn out in reality, Kishen suppressed his urges. He chose to watch Deepthi taking the time to pleasuring Manoj sir with pain.

Deepti and Manoj sir, on the other hand, were expecting so much that Kishen would go dominant. Deepti hoped that at some point he would play along and attempt to do to her what she was doing to Manoj sir. Unfortunately they mistook Kishen’s curiosity for uninvolvement. Deepti decided to ‘normalize’ things for Kishen.

“It doesn’t seem to go as expected. But he is a lovely young man. After I’ve satisfied Manoj, let me give him my all in the way he is most comfortable,” Deepti thought.

After a good half hour that entailed spanking, intense flogging, insults, spitting, kicking, pinching, and slapping, Deepthi dragged the doggo by the leash while pulling Kishen by his dick.

She brought them to the bedroom where Kishen’s shorts lay at a corner. The doggo immediately went to sniff at it for a while and then sat-up on all fours. “Stay!! and don’t be a bad dog…” Deepthi ordered. The doggo seemed to understand and wagged its ‘tail’ before sitting down.