Dear Diary Entry 4: Tricked My Boyfriend Into Family Foursome

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Dear Diary,

My name is Nihitha. Friends call me Nihi. But those few who know me deeper call me a slut. I am not at all shy to admit it. In fact, it makes my chest swell with pride. Although I should remind you my chest look already swollen due to my breasts size. Haha, just kidding. I’m so uncomfortable writing this entry. So just spurting out utter rubbish. Please bear with me if I am too silly with my useless jokes. Anyhow, I don’t know how to measure my boobs as most of my friends do but I can say these are some lovely looking melons.

Our family made a pact to update this online diary with our romantic sexual escapades. I don’t mind doing it regularly but I can’t promise if I can do this forever. I usually get bored off anything I travel with after a while. My list of boyfriends proves that. Some of those idiots left me before I did anyhow. Mostly because of my defect it seems. By the by, I suffer from Palmar Hyperhidrosis. Don’t get scared with the confusing complex name of this defect. It’s nothing but I have sweaty palms. If ever I have to give a handjob, I don’t need a gel or lube. That’s a positive, eh?

Last week I scared away one of my boyfriends. His name is Harshad. He was adorable. To be honest, he is younger to me by a few years. Tell you a secret diary? I doubt if he is even above 21. But I hope so. I never asked his real age. All I cared about was his dick size and boy! It was more than sufficient for me. I met him in one of my yoga classes. I knew he was looking at me from day 1. He kept on staring at me whenever I bent my body in different angles. Don’t know how long it went that way. Flash-forward a week. He was fucking me right on that yoga carpet when everyone left the class.

“You really love to fuck me, don’t you?”, I ask him always, looking at his abdomen moves whenever he fucks me. “I can’t say anything else other than thanking your parents”, he would reply the same answer. Well, if only he knew what’s going to happen if ever he meets my parents. That’s an idea. “My parents would love to meet you one day”, I said to him one night in his bedroom. He lives with his parents. Luckily he has this secret passage into his home, he would help me sneak into his room whenever we get a chance. That night, we just had an amazing session of sex. We were smoking a joint when I said about him meeting my parents.

“Really?”, he shot an astonishing look towards me. “Well, yeah. What’s wrong with it?”, I passed him the joint. He took a deep drag and replied, “I thought this was just limited to sex. No strings attached. Right?”. I pinched him hard on his thigh because I was that angry. “Even if you wanted to marry me, I would deny the proposal. I just wanted you to meet them. That’s it. It’s nothing like a pre-marriage get together dumbo”, I snapped back. He felt relieved and agreed to meet my parents. I had invited him to come over for dinner coming weekend. He didn’t know what he was about to experience.

It was almost early in the morning when I reached home. I went up straight into my parent’s room. Mom was deep in sleep but I could sense dad stirring. I slipped beside him into the sheet of the duvet. I pulled my dad closer to me and kissed him on his lips. He woke up instantly. “Morning baby girl”, he smiled looking at me, eyes still half-open. I moved my hand down onto his cock, found a way inside his pants and started to tease him by giving him one of my famous sweaty hand jobs. I can feel his dick hardening second by second. “You need money Nihi? What’s with this early surprise?”, he asked me coyly.

“His name is Harshad. I met him a month ago and we are seeing each other since then. I invited him this weekend to our house for dinner. You’d be home by 9 on Saturday right dad?”, I enquired him all the while rubbing his cock gently with my hand. “Mmm. Ahem. Well, your mom is going to have some fun on Saturday then. How’s he? Good-looking?”, he asked me. I know he is enjoying my hand thrusts. I also can sense his jealousy. “Don’t be a jealous dad. Yeah, he looks so hot. And yes you are right. Mom is about to have a great time”, I giggled. “He knew about us?”, he asked me. “No. God, no. Let him find out about us on his own on Saturday. Now relax and go back to sleep while I give you a little treat”, I removed my hand from his cock and moved down to give him an amazing blowjob. So the plan was set. It was only left to be executed. I was so elated.

Saturday arrived too fast. I was pacing nervously in the living room, awaiting his imminent arrival. My parents were making out upstairs. I could hear my mom’s moans and screams. I told them not to have sex. Warned my dearest dad not to empty his balls. I too need some of his juice later when the party gets started. But you don’t know about my mom, dear diary. And my dad would never be able to resist that sweet bitch face of hers. I wish I was half as beautiful as my mom. And out of nowhere, the doorbell rings. “Good evening Nihitha”, Harshad stepped inside looking deep into my eyes. I could sense his love for me. I wish I could replicate but all I have is pure lust. Nothing else. “Hey, babe. So this is my home sweet home. Sit down on the couch and make yourself comfortable while I get you a drink. Mom! Dad! He’s here”, I was shuffling nervously here and there.

The feeling of involving Harshad in this incest act was making me both exciting and worried. Am I a bad girl? “Don’t worry idiot. Nothing is wrong. You never know. He might enjoy this whole affair”, I said to myself and then started to calm down. I grabbed a Redbull from the refrigerator and walked back to him. Mom and dad were already there, talking to him. My mom began, “Honey! We were just getting along. Such a good lad”. “Yes mom, he is. Okay then, we shall go to my room. Come Harshad”, I called out to him and he obliged. My dad was looking at me and smiling. He said, “Ok then Reena. Let’s get the hell out of here and give these lovelies some private time. Now Harshad, take care of my daughter while we are away. Reena! Are you ok?”

My mom didn’t respond immediately. The reason was she kept on staring at Harshad, biting her lip. Obviously, she was lust-struck by Harshad. I could see it in her eyes. Maybe Harshad caught it too. He was nervous as fuck. He just kept on sipping his energy drink. “Mom!”, I shouted literally. She came out of her dream finally and replied, “Yes. Yes, I’m here darling. See you soon Nihi beta. Bye Harshad”. I was so damn sure she winked at Harshad before turning around and began to leave the house. My dad gave me a good look and walked out of the house with his wife. After they left, I grabbed Harshad’s arm and pulled him upstairs to my room. We were sitting on my bed when he pulled me closer to him and kissed on my lips gently. I couldn’t keep it any longer, I kissed him back hard. We both struggling to catch our breath.

“Your parents seem to be such a good folk Nihitha”, he whispered in my ear while gently caressing it with his low breathes and kisses. My nerves were loose as hell and I couldn’t keep myself in control. I pulled him closer by tugging at the back of his hair and pulling him closer towards me. “Oh yeah? What about my mom then?”, I wanted to fuck him so hard then and there. “Your mom? Yeah, she looks cool. But not as cool as your dad though. But yeah, your mom is wonderful”, he replied, now slowly removing my shirt and struggling to unhook my bra. “Oh wonderful, eh? I thought you would be much more open to me”, I helped him by unhooking my bra myself and laid open my boobs to him.

He ate them literally. He bit my boobs, kissed them, smooched them, even tried to suck the milk out of my nipples. “Idiot. I’m not a mommy yet. You will not get any milk from these now”, I slapped him lightly on his cheeks, laughing. He got up, removed his shirt and I could witness his young body all in its glory. I began to kiss his nipples slowly. He began, “So what did you mean when you said to be open with you?”. I know it’s time to unveil the secret. But I wanted to enjoy him myself first. Game is still open and there is plenty of time still. “Lick my pussy now! If I am satisfied, then I will let you know what I meant”, I teased him. He obliged like a servant.

He removed my pants slowly and carefully. I had no underwear on me. He smiled, looking at me and said, “For me”? “Everything I’m doing now is for you honey”, I replied. He started to kiss my cunt like a baby trying to find it’s mother’s nipples. Then he put his tongue inside my pussy. “Oh, baby. That’s it. Don’t stop”, I began to moan as Harshad started to give his to and fro motions inside me with his long tongue. He licked my pussy like anything. His saliva and my pre-orgasm gel made my pussy wet as fuck. I couldn’t take it any longer, but he kept on licking and sucking my pussy. I was afraid that I might cum too soon, so I pulled him up to my face and kissed him very roughly on his entire face ending with his lips.

“So, am I eligible now to know your intentions regarding your mom?”, he asked me coyly. “What if my mom is in my place now?”, I looked straight into his eyes and uttered these words. He stopped doing everything including pressing my boobs. “What?!”, he cried. I closed his mouth with my palm and said, “Shush. From now on, you are restricted to speak anything until and unless you are asked to. Do you understand?”. “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”, he was scared, I can sense it. I moved on top of him in a swift motion and nailed down his arms with my knees. “Shut up bastard. Do you understand that you are not allowed to talk?”, I scolded him. “I…”, he began to say something but I stopped him on his tracks then and there, holding his cock with my hand, and slowly putting it inside my mouth and moved up and down, looking into his eyes.

“I understand. Yes. I understand”, he offered himself to me completely. “Good. But before I start my blowjob, I have a job to do”, I said and got up to pull the rope hidden under the bed. Harshad was looking at me petrified. I felt hot looking at his helplessness so I kissed on his lips, assured him not worry and tied down both his arms to the balustrades of my bed. He was literally my sex slave. “You’re about to get an amazing blowjob now baby. But not by me. Mom? Dad? Come in”, I shouted at the door. My parents entered inside the room, looking at Harshad. Both naked. You should have seen the look on Harshad’s face diary. Scared the shit out of him, that sight of my parents. “What the fuck!”, it was all Harshad could mutter.

My dad came to me, caught my hand, pulled me up and closer to him and started to kiss me, holding my ass. “You bastard! That’s my girl! Leave her alone”, Harshad was so livid. My mom Reena ran towards him, slapped him hard on his cheek and shouted, “Don’t you dare call my husband a bastard. And no, she is not your girl. She’s his girl. You are just a passing cloud to her. Now if you relax, let me suck the sperm out of your dick”. I felt sad for him and said to him, “I am sorry Harshad. I don’t love you. But I wanted to fuck you. Always”. He was shell-shocked. But surprisingly, his dick was still erect. My dad started to finger-fuck me and said, “See Harshad. We are an Incest family. I know you are surprised and all that. Just get on with this and it will be over soon. And hey, I am offering my beautiful wife to you in return”.

My mom went close to his face and said, “Don’t you like me, boy? Huh? I know you like me. I know you want to fuck me right here, right now. Stop all the pretense and enjoy”. She went down to his cock and started to suck his dick. My mom is famous for her blowjobs. It makes all the men die in pleasure. It is her little trick, she always says when we three sisters ask her but never revealed the secret. Sorry diary, I forgot to mention about my sisters. They were not home during this hoopla. My dad moved away from me, went to Harshad, untied the rope and patted him on his shoulder and said, “Just enjoy”. Harshad just batted his eyes to say yes and started to enjoy my mom’s blowjob. I saw him, closing his eyes and running his fingers through my mom’s curly hair.

My dad pushed me beside Harshad on the bed. He too started to lick my pussy. It was such a pleasure to me then. I looked left and saw Harshad looking at me too. We both were in absolute bliss. He stretched his arm to hold my arm. I did the same. We both were then kissing each other while being pleasured at our genitals by my parents. My parents were all smiles. My dad said to mom, “Honey, let’s fuck these cuties”. She replied, “Yes darling. Let’s fuck their brains out”. Harshad and I smiled too hearing to them. “Trust me”, I whispered to Harshad, to which he smiled and nodded his head. There we both are. My dad was fucking me in the missionary position. My mom was riding my boyfriend in cowgirl position. How lucky my boyfriend was! I just offered him one hell of a time of his life!

That’s wrong. How lucky am I ?! Witnessing both my parents indulging in this heinous sexual act with me and my boyfriend. I think I reached my orgasm looking into my boyfriend’s eyes, holding his hand while being pounded by my dad like a cheap hooker. My legs were far apart from each other. My dad was holding my thighs while fucking me hard. I could see the heaven. I could feel it. The moment I reached my first climax, it was pure heaven. I saw at my mom, jumping on Harshad like a mad woman. She was holding her hair in pleasure, jumping on his cock, fucking him. Harshad was pressing her boobs with his left hand as hard as he could.

“It’s time for the holy-circle”, my dad screamed, as he was almost about to cum into my vagina. He pulled out his dick and knelt down on the bed. My mom stopped too after his statement and followed him. Harshad looked at me perplexed. “Follow me”, I assured him and knelt on my knees and ordered Harshad to fuck my pussy hard in doggy style. He agreed and started to insert his cock into my vagina when he felt a chill inside his asshole. He looked back and astonished to find my mom licking his asshole cleanly. She was in the position of a kneeling dog, just like me. And my dad was fucking her in doggy-style, just like Harshad. And when he turned towards me, he saw me licking my dad’s asshole. He came to know what a holy-circle is.

My mom and I were shouting in loud screams. I could hear her loud, shouting “Fuck me harder Prakash. Fuck that big hole of your wife”. It made me erotic as fuck. I began to give my Harshad some dirty talk. “Harshad. Baby. Remember this session. Remember that Nihitha, your girlfriend, gave you one hell of a sexual experience. But for now, fuck my pussy honey. Mm yes.Look at mom and fuck me. Harder. Harder. Harder. Yes. Almost there”, I was about to reach my orgasm. Harshad shot his whole load of cum into my cunt. It was so hot. My mom was not there yet. But my dad apparently just came inside her pussy too. I can say it by looking at his cute face, all contorted in pleasure. My mom looked disappointed. I really felt sorry for her.

Five minutes later, I was finger-fucking my mom. Helping her out to reach her orgasm. My four fingers, except the thumb, were inside her. My dad was fucking me meanwhile. Harshad’s cock was inside my mouth. These confusing positions ended at the same time, almost, when my mom reached her orgasm, shouting out loud, “Masha Allah”! Harshad released his second round of cum into my mouth, which I drank all of it like a thirsty traveler and my dad satisfying me by loading my pussy with his sweet juice. And hey, I reached my climax too albeit a minute earlier. We all slept for complete 3 hours after this humongous sex session. We all were so tired. And the experience was as exciting as I anticipated.

Harshad left for his home later that evening. He never contacted me after that. I found out he moved to Delhi to attend another college. He must have been embarrassed as hell. But I was sorry for him. Really sorry for making him do whatever we did together. At least he seemed to be enjoying fucking me and my mom. Reshma was very gutted after knowing what we did. She didn’t talk to us for a whole day. Sindhu was just silent. She is not into Incest, so I wouldn’t blame her. Maybe she secretly wanted to be an Incest. I don’t know. But she surely hated herself for missing out on a chance to fuck Harshad. She was an admirer of his eyes.

Good night diary. It’s very nice talking to you. As if talking to a close friend. Later, later.

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