I was 13 years old, the only son of an average middle class Indian family. My parents were both teachers. My father taught in a college, and my mother did tuitions and was a substitute English teacher for a school in the area.
My father, at that time, was almost 40 years old, 5’7” and in good shape. He was an honest and religious man, devoted to his family and his job. The ideal Indian father, the kind you see in the movies. Now I know that he was also probably frustrated with his inability to do much more than put food on the table and a roof over our heads.
My mother was in her mid-30s. At 5’2”, she was short, with a very fair complexion, and even at my young age I knew she was prettier than any of the other mothers or women her age. Theirs was an arranged marriage, set up with just a simple exchange of black and white pictures through a common family friend.
We lived in a small rented two-room flat in the Lodi Colony area of New Delhi. It was tight, but we were a small family. You would walk in to a small living room with a sofa and coffee table and a flickering tube-light on the main wall to the right. On the left, the living room connected to a small kitchen without a door. Straight across from the front door another set of narrow double doors led to a small bedroom that barely held a double-bed and an adjoining bathroom. I remember distinctly that the double doors were jammed and never shut all the way so if I needed to I could quietly use the bathroom at night.
Every night, we would move the coffee table off to a vacant corner with just a little standing lamp and, in the middle of the room, stretch out a reed chattai mat and a rolled up mattress on which I slept. My parents slept in the bedroom.
As for me, I was a normal, skinny kid growing up in a world of love and innocence. I had just started figuring out from friends that adults engaged in sex but couldn’t for the life of me figure out how. I had heard words like fuck, chodna, choot, lund, lawda, gaand, cock, pussy and cunt, which we spoke in hushed voices, though none of us really knew what they meant. All I knew was that “fucking” was something grown-ups did naked in either the bathroom or the bedroom, but I really wasn’t quite sure where and how. I just thought it to be completely disgusting and was very sure that my parents would never do it.
In early March, 1986 we received a telegram that my grandmother was very sick. My father had to go to his hometown in Allahabad. He was gone that same day. That night, my mom suggested that I sleep in the bedroom with her while my father was away, and I did. It was all very innocent and even though I was getting older, I enjoyed the rare occasion when I got to sleep in my parents’ bed. It was wonderful being asleep next to my mother as she caressed my hair.
The next day when I came back home, my mom said that my father called on our landlord’s phone to say that he would be away for at least a week. Also, she said, she’d received a letter from my Sunil dada (dada means elder brother) saying that he would be in Delhi for a business trip and would be coming over that night. I was very excited, as Sunil dada was a lot of fun. He was the son of close family friends who had moved out of Delhi several years ago. He was 22 years old, from a very hard-working Kashmiri family of a lower caste, and was working in Bombay as a Sales Rep. He used to come often and used to be pretty much a fixture in our house when we lived next to them many years ago. I often came home from school to find him stopping by on his way back from college for my mom’s cooking.
He showed up late that evening. He was about 5’11”, and like many Kashmiris, very fair, and in great shape. He seemed excited to see us and wanted to chat, but it was getting late, and we all went to sleep. My mother and I slept in the bedroom, and Sunil dada in the living room, where I normally slept. I cuddled up next to my mother and was soon fast asleep.
It was very dark, and very quiet. But I could hear strange and distant sounds as I slept. I put my right arm over to cuddle next to my mom, but felt only an empty bed. I reached further, and still emptiness. The sounds, still muffled, grew louder till they woke me up. Finding myself alone in my bed, I opened my eyes, sat up, and noticed the light in the living room.
And then I heard the sounds. Weird sounds of a kind I could not quite place. I got to the door, and looked through the opening in the jammed doors, and what I saw scared me out of my skin.
My mother was completely naked, along with Sunil dada.
She was completely naked, with her back to me, and I could clearly see her cunt facing me. But even more fascinating, she had in her mouth his penis, his lund, and she was slurping and sucking it like a lollipop. Her head was bobbing up and down and his feet were twitching, while his hands were grabbing her ass and her tits. He was using language that I had never heard him use before.
“Tu kya mast lund choosti hai. Haan, aise hi choos mera lund. Pehle mera lund choos, phir main tujhe chodunga. You suck cock so well. Yeah baby, keep sucking it. I want to cum in your mouth before I cum in your cunt”.
She kept on sucking his cock. It seemed very large and very thick. In fact, I could not fathom how he had such a large cock. His hand moved to her hair and helped her move her lips and mouth up and down his glistening shaft.
I felt terrified. I knew this was very bad, and for some reason I remember worrying that they might kill me if they saw me, but I stood transfixed, looking at my naked mother sucking Sunil dada’s cock. I stood watching in my pajamas as Sunil dada’s cum exploded in her mouth. The lamp was lighting up the room just enough that I could see his white cum dripping from her lips.
“Gira nahin, auntie. Choos le sub, sub choos le. Agar chudna hai to choos. Don’t let it drip, Auntie. Swallow it all … swallow my cum. If you want my cock in your cunt, then you need to swallow it all.”
With that my mother sucked his cock dry and swallowed his cum. She lay back next to him and I could clearly see her naked body. She had a great set of boobs. Nice, big and perfectly shaped like mangoes with big dark nipples. Her cunt hair seemed trimmed, and I could see her cunt open with her legs spread in a triangle.
“Kyon Sunil beta, ab to tere sare travel ki thakan kam ho gayee hogi. Pehle lund chuswane ke baad tu jaada achcha chodta hai. Nahin to tu bahut excited ho jaata hai aur theek se chodta nahin hai. So, Sunil my dear boy, hopefully that drained out your excitement. You always fuck better and last longer after I have sucked you dry once.”
With that, my mom put her hand over Sunil dada’s cock that looked big even when soft, and started caressing his balls.
“Chal, ab teri baari. Main itne mahinon se sirf Uncle ko chod kar bore ho gayi hoon. Aaja, mere mome choos or meri choot ko chaat. Main tere liye kabse tadap rahi hoon — tu kitna achcha chodta hai. Aur tera yeh lund to hamesha khada rehta hai. Jabse tu solha saal ka tha, tabse. Come on, it is my turn now. I am so bored fucking your Uncle for the last so many months. Come on and suck my boobs and eat my cunt. Oh God, you fuck so well. And your cock is always hard … ever since you were 16 years old.”
“Auntie, I loved learning English from you. You were the best tutor ever. I was so pissed when my dad decided to move. Every night I stay up jerking off to your photos.”
With that, Sunil dada turned to his left and started sucking my mother’s boobs. His tongue flicked around her nipples and I could see her twitch with pleasure and hear her moan. I’d never seen my mother like that. It was like she was an alien in my mother’s body. Sunil dada then crept lower and to my horror, started licking and sucking on her cunt. He was there for a long time, sucking, inserting his fingers, and licking her cunt.
Then as he turned over and rested on his right elbow, I noticed that his cock was hard again. It seemed enormous.
“Chal beta, aaja aur chod mujhe. Mujhe tera lund apni choot ke andar chahiye. Come on son, fuck me now. I want your cock inside my pussy.”
“Not this way, Auntie. I want to fuck you doggie style. Get on your knees my little bitch. Look how hard my cock is for your well fucked cunt. I can’t believe you let Uncle fuck that with his tiny little cock. Turn over, my horny little rundi whore.”
My mother suddenly became very submissive. Her expression changed, and she said, “Haan malik. Abhi karti hoon. Tu please mere ko achche se chod. Tere Uncle ka chotta lund chod ke main tang aa gayi hoon. Ab mujhe tera bada lund chahiye. Main to ab cheh saal se teri rundi hoon aur hamesha teri hi rundi rahoongi. Uncle to mere choot me bas lund ghusate hi aa jaate hain. Tu mujhe chod. Main teri kuttiya rundi hoon. Yes sure, I’ll roll over. Please fuck me long and hard. I am tired of feeling your Uncle’s tiny cock inside me that cums as soon as he enters me. I have been your whore for 6 years now, and always will be your bitch. You can fuck me any time you please.”
I stood in the doorway, watching all this, and feeling smaller than ever. Shocked was an understatement. I was terrified. Thoughts of being dead, my parents divorcing, and my father shooting Sunil dada, or worse, were exploding inside my head. I was too scared to cry, but too fascinated to turn away. I thought my world was crumbling around me.
“Ohh Sunil, chod mujhe,” my mother begged. Sunil dada got on his knees and in what still gives me nightmares, I saw him rub his enormous cock on my mother’s cunt lips for a while as he kept talking dirty to her. Then with his left hand he inserted his humongous cock inside my mother’s cunt and with his right hand started massaging my mother’s right breast. He pulled in and out of her, fucked her for what seemed like a very long time. All the time they talked back and forth to each other in dirty Hindi, sometimes berating my dad. Then suddenly, I heard my mother say, “I am cumming Sunil. Don’t stop now. Keep fucking me.” And then she started twitching like I had never seen before. She was moaning and her hips were flexing uncontrollably.
“Abhi mera nahin huya hai, Auntie. I am just about to cum.” With that I saw Sunil dada increase his motion and flex his hips.
“Yes, cum Sunil. Fill my cunt with your cum. Aaja … aaja.” And I saw Sunil dada suddenly stop and grunt as his cock exploded inside my mother.
*Meri maa rundi hai. Meri maa chodti hai. Meri maa lund choosti hai. Yeh meri maa kaise ho sakti hai? *
My mother is a whore. She fucks. She swallows cum. How can she be my mother?
Sunil dada pulled his cock out of her pussy. Her cunt was glistening and I could see her lips still twitching as Sunil dada’s cum oozed out of her pussy.
“Auntie, tu mera juice waste kar rahi hai,” Sunil dada said. “You’re wasting my cum.”
Without a word, my mother wiped his cum off with her left hand and stuck the fingers in her mouth. Sunil dada started slapping her ass and smiled. She turned over, but Sunil dada’s cock was still oozing cum. He took his cock to her breasts and rubbed the rest of his cum between her boobs. My mother spread his cum all over her body and with her right hand started pulling back his foreskin, and squeezed Sunil dada’s cock for every last drop of his cum.
I felt a deep pain inside me. Something I had never felt before. It was like I was knocked over by a speeding train. My head felt confused and like mush. Anger, fear, despair, hurt, and a million other emotions exploded together inside me. I wanted to run away and cling to my mother at the same time. I felt degraded, horrified, and humiliated.
They lit up a cigarette. I had never seen my mother smoke before. She was still naked and still caressing his chest, his lips, his cock and his balls. I could smell their sex. Cigarette smoke seemed to waft towards me with odors I had not smelled before. Her juices, his cum, their sex.
“Kaash, tu mujhe apni rundi aur naukrani banakar apne saath le jaa sakta. I wish you I could live with you as your sex slave and whore,” I heard my mom say.
I slid back to my bed. Not knowing whether to cry or pretend to sleep, I lay in bed in a fetal position. My right hand slid down my pajamas and for the first time I noticed how hard my cock was.
The next morning I woke up to find my mother lying next to me, and I cuddled up to her. Last night seemed like a nightmare and not real. Everything seemed to be all right except, for the first time ever, I could feel my cock harden as I slept next to my mother. She could feel it too, pressed against her right thigh, and very gently she pushed me away, not knowing that I had seen everything last night.
For the next week, it became a nightly ritual with her slipping out of bed once she thought I was asleep. Often, when I returned from school, I would find one of them in locked in the bathroom, but I could smell their sex in the air.
I was still very confused, and did not know what to do, but I stayed up every night listening to them talk dirty and to see them fuck. Sunil dada fucked my mother in many different positions, treated her like his kuttiya rundi and cumslut, but she seemed very happy - almost possessed as I saw my mother cum every night with another man. I would stand by jerking on my very little, but very hard cock. At that age, I would barely ooze out a drop and was fascinated by the amount of cum generated by Sunil dada as he pumped his cock all over my mother’s face, breast, body, and, of course, her cunt.
“You are a whore, a prostitute. How could you be my wife? I can’t believe what I am reading. How could you?”
It was late May, 1986. I was fast asleep on my mattress in the living room, but I could clearly hear my father speaking to my mother. He had apparently discovered a secret love letter she had been writing to Sunil dada with great descriptions of their times together.
“So all these years, when I thought Sunil was like a son to us, you were fucking him? Tu usko chod rahi thi, rundi? I thought you were comforting him after he lost his own mother, but you were actually fucking him? How could you bitch, you common whore? Rundi saali. I cannot live with you. How long have you been fucking him, whore? God, what are we going to do about our son, Nikhil? Did you even think of him before you became a rundi?”
After a long argument, as my dad struggled between hitting her, yelling her and wondering if he should walk out right now, he demanded the truth, and I heard my mother speak.
“It all started very innocently, when he lost his mother at 16 years. He would come over for comfort, and I felt badly for him. But one day when he was crying and I held him close to my chest, as he sobbed, his hands moved to my breasts. I was just wearing an old, worn-out nightie as I usually do when I am home alone, and before I knew it he was uncontrollably sucking on my breasts. I am sorry. I could not stop him. I felt very emotionally connected with him. We did not fuck that day, but it became a daily ritual. He would come home after school and I’d let him suck my breasts. And then one thing led to another, before I knew it we were sleeping together.”
My dad, still emotional, seemed to want to know about why she fucked Sunil dada. He wanted the details. “Is he better than me? Is his cock bigger? Does he fuck better? Can he make her cum? You said you enjoyed his cock more than mine. Am I that bad in bed? Do you like the taste of his cum? Does he fuck you doggie style?”
I heard endless questions and answers. Still only 13 years old, and unable to fathom much, all I knew is that after many late nights of long conversations where I heard a lot, my father agreed to stay married to her. Over time, his anger and hurt changed as he would ask my mother for details of her sexual encounters with Sunil dada. To my horror and shock, I could tell that it was turning him on. They would often talk dirty in Hindi and my mother would berate and humiliate him by saying how much better Sunil was in bed than he. She told him how she trained Sunil when he was only 16 years old. How she loved sucking his cock and how they would fuck all day while my father and I were away at school.
She loved Sunil, and couldn’t live without fucking him. My father accepted it, and they decided to stay together for my sake. Their relationship changed. Gone were the simple husband and ‘Bhartiya nari’, the pious Indian woman. Now my mother became more dominant. My father became increasingly emasculated every day, and began enjoying the humiliation at the hands of his wife and her lover, who was almost 15 years younger than her.
Sunil dada kept visiting us as often as he could. Sometimes, he and I would sleep together in the living room, but late at night I would find him gone. He would be in the bedroom fucking my mother in front of my father.
“Uncle, tu mutth maar, main Auntie ko apne bade lund se chodta hoon. Uncle, jerk off while I fuck your wife in front of you with my big cock.”
Twenty three years later, 11:30 pm on Saturday, December 19, 2009, and all those memories and images are flooding back. My parents are still married. They still live in New Delhi.
As for me, if you’ve read “And Another Cuckold Emerges,” you know that I just turned 37.
I have my hard cock in my hand as I wait for my darling wife Anita. She’ll be back in an hour, with her cunt filled with cum from a lover she picked up in a seedy bar on the south side of Chicago, with its large black population.
I’ll probably jerk off before she comes home, but when she returns, my tongue will go to work on her pussy, soaked in another man’s cum. Just the way I like it.
And a black man’s cum? That is a real treat. She knows it will keep my cock very, very hard as my Brahmin wife tells me in detail how she was a rundi, a whore, to a black man.
]]>Earlier in the day, they had driven down from the coffee shop where they met, left an unfinished coffee as they both were too eager to be in each other’s arms. On the way Sanjeev put his hand on her lap, stroking her gently, reminding her about the days in college, their college tour, those numerous hotel rooms they shared, the trip to Bangalore where they had to attend an interview together. After reaching his new palatial house, he removed her sari, careful not to wrinkle it and they both walked around, arms around each other. He showed her around the house, the bedrooms, balcony, drawing room, study room, the big bathroom with its tub, the shower and the kitchen. In fact he was showing her the places where he planned to make love to her. She felt so good feeling his palm around her smooth hips, playing with her thin gold chain around it. His fingers would occasionally play with the hem of her skirt, making her wish he pulled it down then and there itself. But Sanjeev had other plans for her. While she was standing in the balcony, he was standing behind her and admiring her full round buttocks. Wow what buttocks she has! he thought to himself. Her butt was round and full measuring a clean 37 inches. He recollected that night years ago which they spent together in a Bangalore hotel with him plunging deep into it again and again and her lusty moans and screams.
Her wedding was fixed on 24 Aug next year and it was still 10 months away. He had decided to make use of the entire time. He had decided to offer her a job in his firm in Bangalore where she would be safely away from her fianceé and parents. He would have her all for himself in the coming few months. He would discuss the plans with her at the right moment which he only knew very well. He didn’t want to let go of this beauty of 25 years, at the prime of her youth. She had a perfectly shaped body. At 5’5”, she had well-proportioned hips, full and firm breasts with those lovely light pinkish nipples, a deep navel, long legs, long hair which almost touched her buttocks when left open, red luscious lips which knew their job very well. A Brahmin girl with creamy white skin and deep black eyes that could make any man go mad at a wink. From a lean girl in college she had blossomed into a full grown ripe woman. He stood behind her and brushed his bulge on her buttocks—it felt so soft and inviting. She smiled at him as she felt him behind her.
Yamini had told Sanjeev that she should phone Venky’s mother by 9. She didn’t want him phoning her mom and checking up on her. She was lying in front of Sanjeev, and he couldn’t help but notice how her ass was pressed against his crotch. After fifteen minutes in this position, he couldn’t help but begin to grow hard, even though he’d already cum twice that night. She could tell that there was a little more pressure pressed against the crack of her ass, and she half smiled. She wriggled her bum against him mischievously. He quickly shot up to full hardness. She could feel that familiar touch of full hard flesh against her buttocks. She could feel the hardness which had taken her so many times to ecstasy over the past nine years. He kissed the back of her head, and his hand slid around her body under the blanket and under her shirt. He continued softly kissing her hair as he ran his hand over the soft skin of her belly. Her breathing deepened a little as she concentrated on his touch. She pressed her ass against him a little harder, satisfied to feel a solid, hard rod poking out at her. At 8.5 inches and proportionally thick, he had a massive tool.
His hand slowly slid up her body until it cupped her naked breast. He could feel Yamini’s nipple harden as he squeezed the soft mound of flesh. He slid his hand slowly down her belly, over her belly button, and into her jeans. He slipped his hand into her panties and ran his fingers through the short curls of her pubic hair. He could hear her breathing grow deeper as his hand felt the hot moisture of her horny slit. He slowly ran a finger down her slick, sensitive lips. Tingles shot up her body, and Yamini turned her head to him, her mouth searching for his. He kissed her softly, and she snuck her tongue into his mouth. He slipped his finger inside her warmth. Even after spending so many years with him … so many nights and days, she still felt like that 18 year old girl feeling it for the first time on her college tour.
“Ohhhhh…,” she breathed into his mouth, kissing him a little more urgently. His strong hand was rubbing against her clit as his finger dipped in and out of her warm tunnel. He broke the kiss.
“Do you wanna go back to the bedroom?” He whispered in her ear. She nodded, clearly flushed. He pulled his hand out of her panties, and the two of them got up.
She led the way back to the bedroom; his eyes locked on her ass the entire trip. He loved how it shook with each step that she took. Her engagement sari and blouse lay there on the floor along with her black brassiere. Sanjeev had asked her to bring it along as he wanted to see her in that dress once. They entered the bedroom and she immediately dove onto the bed and picked up his cordless phone. Sanjeev watched her dial as he pulled off his jeans, becoming naked. Tingles shot up her body from her crotch when she saw his rock hard penis stick high up in the air. It was a good thing that she had already dialed, because she most certainly would have forgotten the number!
He knelt on the bed beside her and his hand ran up her smooth, creamy white thighs as she heard the phone ringing. He grabbed her jeans and quickly ripped them down her smooth legs and off. Sanjeev then slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and into the side of her panties, caressing her moist pussy lips just as Venky answered.
“Hello?” said the voice on the other end. She almost forgot to answer as another man was stroking her pussy. Sanjeev smiled at her as he ran his fingers up and down her horny slit.
“Hello!” She said, smiling. Her sexy legs parted a little wider as she spoke to her fiancé on the phone.
“Hey hun,” he said cheerily. “You just caught me.”
Sanjeev dipped a finger inside her hot tunnel, causing her to gasp.
“Oh!” She managed to change the tone of her gasp from that of pleasure to that of surprise. “Where are you off to?” This was the second time that Sanjeev was doing this to her while she was on the phone with Venky.
“I’m just gonna zip out to a restaurant for some South Indian with Reddy,” he replied.
Sanjeev began to move towards her head on his knees, his massive cock sticking straight up into the air. Yamini looked at that giant penis lustfully. She swallowed.
“Okay, I’ll let you go,” she said hopefully.
Sanjeev was now kneeling directly beside her head, his giant penis right before her eyes. He leaned over her a little, the top of his cock now touched her nose, and she closed her eyes.
“No, I got a few minutes to talk,” said the voice.
“Are you sure?” she asked as she felt Sanjeev’s penis rub over her cheek. She closed one eye as his mushroom head rubbed over it. “Because I can let you go, I don’t mind.” She was trying not to let her breathing become too heavy.
“No, that’s all right. I want to talk to you, I haven’t seen you all day!” Venky replied.
Sanjeev was pressing the top of his penis against Yamini’s lips, between them and the phone. She tried keeping her mouth closed so the dick wouldn’t go inside as she answered.
“So what do you want to talk about?” She opened her mouth and Sanjeev was quick to stick the tip of his cock inside. Yamini gave him a Why are you so bad? look with her eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. Venky began to tell her a story about something that happened in office while she ran her lips a little further down Sanjeev’s pole. She hadn’t realized how far down his dick she went until she felt him touching the very back of her mouth.Sanjeev eased his manhood out of her mouth, and held it above her face. If one could see what Sanjeev could see, one would realize just how big his cock was. It was so thick and long that it nearly blocked out Yamini’s small head from his view! He laid the length of his penis on her face and rubbed it back and forth over her nose, mouth and cheeks. She parted her lips, kissing at it as it went by.
He suddenly aimed it downward at her mouth again, and she eagerly let him slip it inside. Venky was asking her something.
“Mmmm?” She asked, with her mouth full.
“I said, what are you up to tonight?” Venky asked.
Yamini had to think fast: if she told him she was free, he might try to call her later. She pulled Sanjeev’s dick out of her mouth with an audible pop.
“I’m going over to Anu’s house,” she replied.
Sanjeev backed away a little, grabbing the bottom of her shirt. He pulled it up her body quickly, revealing her naked breasts. She pulled the phone away from her ear as she helped Sanjeev pull off her shirt.
“…be?” Venky asked.
“What?” Yamini asked.
“How late are you going to be?” Venky repeated. He had no idea that his fianceé didn’t hear him because she was busy helping another man pull off her shirt! Her naked breasts were freed, and Sanjeev grabbed each one in a large hand and bent towards them. Tingles ran through her body when she watched him suck a nipple into his mouth. He released that one and wrapped his lips around her other one.
“I don’t know … I may stay the night at her house,” she replied.
Sanjeev released her tits and she watched his giant hands grab onto the skimpy waistband of her panties. Her breathing grew a little more laboured as she raised her beautiful ass up off his bed and allowed him to pull the dainty thing down her legs. The triangle of her bush became exposed, and the pink swollen lips that it framed. Sanjeev rolled her tiny underwear down her legs and she pulled first one small foot out of it, and then the other. She was now completely naked with another man while she spoke to her fiancé on the phone!
“…leaving?” She heard Venky say. She quickly assumed he was asking when she was leaving, and she pulled her wits about her in putting together a response. Sanjeev really had her flustered!
“Pretty soon, actually. I should probably go and get ready,” she responded, hoping to get off the phone before Sanjeev fucked her. She knew he was gonna fuck her whether she was ready for it or not, and she didn’t want to be on the phone with Venky again while he did it!
Sanjeev was kneeling beside her head again, offering her his penis. Yamini figured she’d better take it before he decided to put it another hole! She opened her mouth, eyes looking down her nose at the giant cock before her. He was quick to slip it into her mouth, sliding it in as far as he could before her small hand pushed his groin back a little. She almost gagged.
Venky was saying something, and she was trying to pay attention. She was relieved to hear that he was launching into a story of his own, and wouldn’t require much response from her.
Sanjeev stared at her face, which had most of his cock in it, and he reached down and cupped her pussy with his large hand. He dipped a finger into her warm pussy, and was satisfied to see Yamini close her eyes with pleasure. He slowly slid most of his dick out of her mouth, and then eased it back in. Yamini was humping her hips up against his hand as she sucked hard on his penis. She realized that Venky would need a prompt of some sort, to let him know that she was paying attention.
“Mmm-hmm?” She said into the phone, her lips around another man’s organ.
“I know! Can you believe it?” Venky asked, chuckling.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Venky could hear the noise at the other end of the phone, but to him it sounded like she was in the kitchen stirring something. Yamini, meanwhile, was looking up at Sanjeev with her beautiful eyes, her lips sliding up and down his fat pole expertly. His entire shaft was coated with her saliva, and his head was poking at her throat almost every time she took him in her mouth.
“Are you having something to eat?” she heard him say on the phone.
She pulled Sanjeev’s cock out of her mouth with a pop that was maybe a bit too loud.
“I’m having a little something, yes,” she replied, smiling inwardly. She didn’t even feel guilty any more. That’s what this cock did to her. She was talking to her fiancé on the phone for God’s sake! The cock in her hand was as hard as a rock, and her need to have it inside her was growing. She would have to get Venky off the phone.
“I should go finish this before I go out,” she stated. Naturally he figured she meant finish the snack she prepared, not finish the cock that was in her hand!
“Wait,” he replied, “I forgot to tell you what else happened to me today.”
She let go of Sanjeev’s dick as he turned and put a knee on the bed between her legs. The sense of dread was almost as big as the sense of arousal that went through her. He was gonna fuck her! She would really have to get off the phone!
“Can it wait?” she asked, her breath a little husky. “I really should get a move on.” Yamini subconsciously opened her legs a little wider for Sanjeev as he got his other knee in between them. She was now at his mercy. The entrance to her body was now open for that giant cock. She heard the dreaded answer, but the feeling of disappointment was overcome by the feeling of desire as she watched Sanjeev bend his monster dick and placed the mushroom head against the swollen pink lips of her pussy.
“No,” Venky replied, “it won’t take long, don’t worry. I was at the grocery store, and …”
The rest was just background noise to her as she felt her lover’s cock press against the entrance to her cunt. She felt herself slowly open up and allow his head to squeeze inside. She sucked in her breath, holding it as she felt her pussy stretch wide for his probing cock. She was so wet, both from her arousal as well as Sanjeev’s cum from their earlier trysts, that her vagina gave him no resistance. She felt inch after inch slide inside her, and he was moving so slowly that at least three times she thought he was all the way in, only to have him push more of his cock into her body. Finally, she felt his groin press against her. Nine inches of him was inside her.
“Ohhhh…” she sighed softly, closing her eyes.
“What was that?” Venky asked.
Sanjeev was holding his cock inside Venky’s fiancé, enjoying the feeling of warmth that surrounded him, and the tightness that gripped him.
“I didn’t say anything,” Yamini said, eyes still closed. She was trying not to pant into the phone and her pussy was filled to the rim! She raised her ass off of the bed, grinding her pussy against Sanjeev’s groin. She couldn’t help it!
“Oh,” Venky replied. “I thought I heard moaning.”
It was probably the TV, he thought. She was likely back in the living room.
Sanjeev slid most of his cock out of Yamini. He looked down and could see the top of his penis stretching the pink lips of her vagina wide. He was holding herself high above her, looking down at her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She was begging him to stop with her eyes, yet at the same time was begging him to enter her. He slammed his giant member into her twat as hard as he could.
“Ungh!” She groaned, trying to turn her face away from the phone as she felt her body fill up again. She was partially successful and Venky still heard her, but it wasn’t very loud.
“Oh … it was the, uh, TV,” she answered into the phone, unable to disguise the fact that she was out of breath.
Venky was saying something, but she no longer cared. Sanjeev was now fucking the shit out of her. He was holding himself up on his arms and was drilling his cock into her hungry pussy over and over. Her tiny feet were in the air, flailing above his thrusting ass. Her creamy white tits were bouncing up and down violently, each time his long cock shot up into her. She covered the mouthpiece of the phone with her thumb.
“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she groaned, over and over. Her pussy was tingling like crazy, and she could feel the stirrings of an orgasm on its way. Sanjeev bent and covered her mouth with his, kissing her hard without stopping his thrusts. Her thumb slipped off the mouthpiece of the phone and it rested in her hand just an inch from where she was tongue-kissing another man, her fiancé on the other end. She was breathing heavily into Sanjeev’s mouth as he stuck his dick deep in her cunt as hard as he could. She managed to stop moaning, but she was gasping for breath into Sanjeev’s mouth. Luckily for her, Venky had launched back into his tale. If he were to be quiet for a second, he would easily be able to hear the loud kissing noises of the two lovers on the other end of the phone.
The whole scenario had both Sanjeev and Yamini turned on immensely. He was hard as a rock inside her. Even though he had already shot his load twice that evening already, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last in a situation like this. He stopped thrusting for a moment, holding his giant member inside her warm, snug pussy. He threw her left leg over his right shoulder, and her right leg over his left shoulder. He held himself up above her, looking down at her. Yamini’s tiny feet were on either side of his head, and she was looking up at him helplessly, panting.
“Why are you breathing hard?” Venky asked.
She realized that he hadn’t spoken in about ten seconds. Over nine inches of cock was inside her, and she watched Sanjeev turn and kiss her small foot, licking at her big toe.
“I, uh,” she said, trying to steady her voice, “just walked upstairs.” Sanjeev sucked her toe into his mouth and then let it go, beginning to thrust into her wanting cunt again.
“Oh. You’re really out of shape, man!” Venky exclaimed.
Yamini was wincing, having a hard time concentrating on the phone again as she took this huge member inside her eager vagina over and over.
“Yeah …” she agreed, her voice not very steady. Her calves were on another man’s shoulders as he fed her his dick! Sanjeev was fucking her harder, watching her small tits bounce up and down with the movement.
“So what are you doing up there?” Venky asked. He really had no idea that his fiancé was getting fucked as they spoke, right then and there.
“I’m just getting changed,” Yamini breathed, trying desperately not to moan. “I have to go soon.”
Sanjeev was now fucking her as hard as he possibly could, his manhood shooting in and out of her like a piston. She loved how wide he was stretching her pussy, and she could feel every inch of him slide along the inner walls of her cunt.
“Okay, I’ll let you get ready,” said the voice on the phone.
Yamini didn’t answer. She had turned her head so that her face was pressed against a pillow, muffling her moans. Sanjeev was losing it. Her cunt was gripping his dick so tightly each time he slid into her! He jackhammered in and out of her a few more times before sliding his entire penis into Yamini’s unfaithful vagina, holding it there. He gritted his teeth, feeling his cock jerk inside her cunt. A thick, hot wad of his seed shot off the back of her womb as he pressed his groin tightly against her.
“Okay,” she panted, almost in a whisper. Sanjeev’s penis swelled again and unleashed another hot load of semen deep inside her hungry vagina. He groaned, wincing, more cum pouring out of him.
“All right,” Venky said, “I love you.”
“Bye!” She breathed, hanging up. “Oh God!” Yamini moaned, rubbing her pussy against Sanjeev’s groin, milking every drop of semen that he had to offer. Her legs wrapped around him, squeezing him close to her as the last of his sperm dripped into her. He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.
“Ohhhh … I can’t believe we just did that!” she exclaimed.
He smiled, kissing her lips softly. He lay on top of her for a while, growing soft inside her as they talked about what they had just done.
Shortly after ten, he rolled off of her, his soft penis slipping out of her full vagina. The two of them fell asleep beside one another, while her fiancé assumed she would be sleeping alone at her friend’s house.
Ed.— This does not appear to be an original story, but is very likely copied from elsewhere without accreditation. Names and places have been changed, but the dead giveaway was a reference in the original submission to Yamini’s “blue eyes”. A cursory search on Google showed that this has been taken from an now inaccessible erotic cartoon site. The story is carried nonetheless because it is, in itself, very erotic.
]]>As we were kissing, Anita started playing with my nipples, her finger tips almost dancing on my chest, and in those days, it did not take very long for me to get hard. Sensing my desperation, she started unzipping my trousers, and for the first time, before I knew it, I was completely naked with her. I am 5’10”, and at that time was a bit on the skinny side (still am, albeit with a couple of extra kilos), and have a pretty nice (I think) 7” cock with a decent girth that is even darker than my dark brown skin. She reached down and started playing with my cock and balls. I was in heaven as I had never been naked with her—or any one else, for that matter—and her nails gently caressed my balls, making me ache with desire.
She did not resist as I ripped off her clothes, and I lay on top of her not knowing what to do but impatient to enter her pussy. I didn’t use the words but it was very clear that I wanted to penetrate her. She looked into my eyes, and positioned my cock so that I could rub it on her clit. As we danced together with the tip of my cock on her cunt lips, she said, “Don’t worry, you can go in. I am not a virgin.”
We had never talked about her previous sex life and, for some stupid reason, I had assumed that she too was a virgin like me. That simple comment hit me, and my middle class sensibilities, like a slap in the face. But I was horny as hell, and entered her cunt any way. It lasted all of a few seconds. I think I came inside her as I thrust her the second time, and it was all over.
She asked me to finger her clit, as I had before, and I felt her body shudder as she came with a violent spasm. Spent, we lay in bed for a couple of minutes, before she pulled out a cigarette from my case, and we started sharing the smoke.
At this point, my mind was a total mess, as I was still trying to grasp her comment about not being a virgin. With me cock limp, I asked her about it, hoping deep in my heart that it was only a one time thing with some guy, who was not good at it.
“Are you sure you want to talk about this? I like you and I don’t want to lie to you, so I felt I had to tell you. Are you okay with it?”
And trying to be cool, given my assumptions, I said, “Yeah, sure I am cool. Tell me about it. Who was it, and how did it happen?”
“I have had four lovers,” she said. “The first one was my boyfriend in college. His name is Anand—a Bengali sudra. He was tall, very black, and a medical student who also used to paint. I got attracted to him, and we were together for almost two years. We practically lived together for one of those two years. After I broke up with him, I had three other lovers. One was a foreign student from Ethiopia, one Punjabi, and another is a much younger guy from Bangalore.”
“So how many times do you think you have had sex?” was my obviously ridiculous question.
“Mujhe ginti yaad nahin hai. Dedh saal tak, main aur Anand to har raat ko saath mein sotey thé, aur uske baad mein, baaki teenon ke saath bhi maine bahut baar kiya hai.”
“Wait,” I said, “is that guy from Bangalore your friend Sid?” (Short for Siddharth.) My heart was racing, my head was on fire and I had just found an emotion that I never knew existed. Jealousy. Intense jealousy.
“If you really must know, yes. Main tumse kuch chhuppana nahin chahti hoon. I hope you will like me just as I am, she said.
“Didn’t you just go with Sid for a five-day business trip to Calcutta just last month? Did you sleep with him then?” I asked panicking. I felt like I was in some kind of hell. I had really fallen for Anita, and this was hurting like nothing had hurt me in my entire life and I could actually hear my heart pound with fear, jealousy, deep insecurity and many other blended emotions that I still can’t express after all these years.
“I wish I could say no. He and I are just great friends, and he is a really good lover, and I could not resist.”
“What makes him a good lover? Does he have a big cock?”
“He has had a lot of practice. He knows exactly how to make me cum. Woh aur main picchley ek saal se chod rahen hain. Mere sub lovers mein, woh subse accha premi hain.”
“Wait, so all this time, we have all been hanging out together, and he has been fucking you?” I could feel my walls collapse around me. I didn’t know what to do. The thought that Sid was fucking her while pretending to be my friend was more humiliating than anything I had ever imagined. The thought that I would be the nice guy and drop her home after a party, and then he would go around and fuck her was making me insane. Right after he had put his arm around me as we shared a cigarette. So he knew, and must have thought me to be a total loser, whose girlfriend he could fuck at will!
She took a puff and said, “Nikhil, sweetie, I don’t think we should discuss all this any more. I just want you to know that I have really fallen for you. Sid is just a good friend and he was there when I needed him, and after my first break-up, the other two guys just filled my emotional and physical needs. I wish all of this had not happened, but it made sense at the time. But I don’t want to start something with you based on a jhooth. Can we please stop talking about this, as it is really making me very uncomfortable? Besides, I need to get going anyway.”
But I wanted to hear more. A lot more. I did not know how to feel, as I felt completely numb, and agitated at the same time. I felt like I had lost something I could not get back, no matter what. I was getting a “used woman” — a “fifth-hand hand-me-down” who other men had sexually exploited. I did not know what to think or what to do.
That night, after she left, I could not sleep. I tossed and turned all night. At 2 am, I got out of bed, and poured myself a couple of big drinks, before I almost passed out on my bed.
“Woh rundi hai—saali duniya bhar ko chod ke ab tere saath rehna chahti hai.” My mind was filled with images of all those men, including a black man from Ethiopia fucking her. “Saali ne kaale habshi ko bhi choda! Kaisi rundi hai yeh! Aur itne mahinon mein isne mujhe kuchh bhi nahin bataya! Aur mere saath shaam go ghoom kar yeh Sid ko chodne jaati thi! Kya pata aaj raat ko bhi yeh wapas Sid ko chod rahi hogi.”
With those violent, sexual images crashing in my brain like the high tide waves on the Marine Drive wall, I fell asleep, partially passing out.
Sometime in the morning, I felt her standing in my living room. She was there with Sid.
And she was sucking his cock.
And Sid was saying, “Choos mera lund.”
Sid’s cock was considerably longer and thicker and bigger than myown. She was completely naked, sucking his cock like a whore.
“Tu samajhti thi ki tu mujhko chodd kar Nikhil ko chodegi? Woh mere se achcha kaise chod sakta hai? Tujhe meri hi rundi ban ke rehna padega, chahe tu Nikhil se shaadi bhi karle. Uska lund mere lund ke aage kya hai?”
With that, Sid’s long and thick cock exploded in Anita’s mouth. As I walked in the living room, she had Sid’s cum dripping down the sides of her mouth, and she said, “I love sucking Sid’s cock. He is a real man and I love the way he fucks me.”
With that, I woke up with a start. It was all a dream, a nightmare, but a very vivid one. And I felt wetness on my bed. I had just had my first grown up wet dream. The almost-real dream/nightmare had made me very hard, and in my semi-passed out, semi-sleepy stage, my cock had spurted cum for the second time that night. But this time, it was as I had visualized my darling Anita giving Sid a blow job.
That night changed everything for me. It is now 15 years later, and Anita and I have been married for almost 14 years. I love her intensely, and I know now that she does too. But it is a very unconventional Indian marriage. I have remained faithful to her, and she says that I am good lover, but I am not enough and never have been, for her sexually. The jealousies and insecurities are long buried. In 1998, we moved to Chicago, and are very happily married.
But that night in Mumbai, another cuckold was born in this world. I would not have imagined it then, but I am very happy to be a cuckold now.
To kya hua ki meri biwi doosre aadmiyon ko chodti hai. Woh pyar sirf mujshe karti hai.
And that, friends, is my little story. There is a lot more in the middle. Perhaps, I will share it some day.
I am glad to see that I am not the only Indian cuckold out there, and it is great to have this forum to share with other men and women who enjoy this as much as we do.
My wife is out tonight, but I know I will get a full report when she returns. And she will do that as she always does: with her hand wrapped around my erect cock, while I feel her current lover’s cum inside her cunt with my right hand.
]]>“For me?” Shirley said, her eyes dancing. “Thank you, Karan! But, really, you shouldn’t have—there was no need…”
]]> “There was a need. I wanted to do it, that’s all.”“Thank you again. What is it?”
“Open it and find out. I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure I will.”
“Go on, open it.”
Karan watched, his eyes crinkling in amusement, as his lovely secretary bent her head over the small, superbly wrapped gift-box in her lap, carefully undoing the folds and scotch tape fasteners with her slender, shapely fingers. Within was a beautiful little pouch in dark velvet, the neck crimped close by a gold drawstring. One side of the pouch had an intricately embroidered logo or monogram. She opened the mouth of the pouch and drew out a small, stunningly shaped bottle of perfume. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped and her hand flew to her mouth. It was an exclusive fragrance, very hard to come by even abroad and, she knew, fiendishly expensive. And this was a large bottle! It must have cost him a small fortune.
“Karan!” she gasped. “This is … this is too much! It’s … it’s too expensive! It’s wonderful! I’ve always wanted it but … really … you shouldn’t…”
“A simple thank you will do, woman,” he growled good-naturedly.
“I can’t thank you enough!” she exclaimed. “How can I thank you?”
Try me, he thought to himself. How about a good hard fuck?
“It’s nothing-thought you’d like it. Would you like to wear it now?”
“Yes. Yes, of course!” Her eyes were dancing.
He watched as she tipped the bottle on the insides of her wrists, rubbed them together, dabbed some behind her ears and then, as he watched, in her cleavage.
Karan’s eyes widened in surprised pleasure. He hadn’t expected it; and the glimpse it afforded of her cleavage and swell of her firm, high, lovely breasts was very pleasant indeed. He felt a genuine quickening in his loins. Perhaps, after all…
She really was a very pretty twenty-four. She had a fine, straight nose, with sensual, flared nostrils and a dainty mark in the wedge of skin between her cheek and the left nostril. She had a small, sexy mouth with moist lips, curved cheeks and an oval face with a pointed chin. Her eyes were large and deep brown, slightly hooded, rimmed with dark kajal. Her skin was fair and creamy smooth, the colour of sunlit gold, without a single blemish, unmarked even by the fine down that he so disliked in women. Her neck was exceptionally long and slender and elegant; she wore a thin gold chain around it and small studs in her lobes. Her hair was silky and short, drawn back in a high, saucy, flouncing ponytail with an attractive scrunch-band, shot with gold and white thread, leaving the nape of her neck clear.
Her body looked inviting. The long neck led to full, high, ripe breasts with a deep cleavage. Her belly was firm and flat. Her hips flared neatly to rounded buttocks. Her limbs were slender and smooth, with slim ankles and wrists and elegantly shaped hands and feet. Karan imagined her to have sharp nipples in small aureoles; he recalled having seen them once through some slightly translucent garment she had worn that day.
Today she wore a simple button-down blouse with a mandarin collar tucked into a calf-length pleated skirt, her feet in flat-heeled sensible sandals of soft brown leather. Except for the kajal at her eyes and a touch of gloss on her lips, she wore no other makeup. Karan didn’t fail to notice that, when she dabbed the perfume between her breasts, undoing one more button of her blouse still-she now had three open-she hadn’t troubled to refasten it. His eyes lingered on the smooth, golden, swelling curves of her breasts and he longed to take them in his hands, to cup them, weigh them, explore their contours, feel her nipples harden in his fingers.
“So what do you think of my new office?” Karan murmured. “Comfortable?”
“It’s really fabulous!” she said. “I really like this arrangement. It’s so neat and efficient, the space is utilized so nicely. And it’s roomy, too, and airy and pleasant. I love having plants around. Those window boxes make a world of a difference.”
“Glad you like it. Took a lot of planning.”
“I can imagine.”
“Shall we finish this draft tonight, or do you want to continue tomorrow?”
“How much longer?”
“Another fifteen minutes. Twenty, tops.”
“Let’s finish it.”
“Fine. Thank you, and I’m sorry to keep you. I know it’s late. I’ll run you home on my way.”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a problem.”
“It’s on my way.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“Where were we?”
“This proposal not only envisages the assembling of a highly-trained team of skilled professionals, but, indeed, requires it.”
“Yes, good. Take it from there.”
For the next twenty minutes, Karan dictated to her steadily and without a break. As always, Shirley marvelled at his dexterity with words, the ease with which they flowed, without pause. She knew that, quite literally, he harried his drafts several times, honing and paring till, finally, the finished work was polished smooth, incredibly economical, every word firmly set in place. It was a marvellous mind and she enjoyed her work. There was never a feeling of ennui: in the more intricate drafts, he would quite deliberately tease her, slipping in a joke or a weird remark in his dictating voice and always she fell for it, solemnly taking it in shorthand, then starting, realizing, looking up and seeing him laughing silently and joining in.
Not just his mind, though. He was the most attractive man she knew. He was older than her by but a few years, seven or eight at the most but he had a maturity well beyond his years. He was unfailingly cheerful and kind, genuinely and deeply interested in the people he worked with and who worked for him. He always spent time considering their problems, giving them serious thought, making them his own, sharing the burden. The staff all adored him, three peons, the chauffeur, the woman who came in to sweep and mop, the other female typist, the young girl who came in part-time to handle his accounts.
And his body was magnificent. There was no other word for it. Huge, sprawling shoulders and a muscular neck held up a lean, handsome, tanned face, the face of a man of the outdoors, hard yet surprisingly gentle. His eyes were dark, set deep under bushy eyebrows, the nose was long, slightly hooked, the mouth wide with slim lips. His hair was jet black, cut short and swept back off his broad forehead. Clean-shaven, with a determined line to his jaw-no weakness there. His arms and legs were long, thick and bulging with musculature and the belly was hard and flat as a washboard. He dressed quietly, but superbly.
Every time she looked at him, Shirley felt a rush of naked lust power its way through her body. She knew, deep down, that more than anything else, she wanted to have sex with him, to give herself to him totally and utterly, without reserve.
They finished, just as he had said, fifteen minutes later. Karan rubbed his eyes, then stretched, fingers linked, hands turned out, arms stretched, shoulders hunched. Shirley’s eyes lingered on the smooth play of his muscles. Again she felt that electric jolt shoot through her. He raised his arms above his head, twisted, stretched. Sheer physical power seemed to emanate from him.
“Okaaaay,” he drawled, slapping his hands on the desk, getting to his feet. “All done. You headed home?”
Shirley was hoping he’d sit and chat a bit more. She fumbled her things together, lurched to her feet. “Yes. Yes I am.”
In her haste she dropped her pencil and bent to pick it up. As she did, the lapels of her blouse swung low and Karan saw the swell of her breasts, full and ripe and high, and felt a quick stab of pleasure. Her bra was sexy, cut low and wide. If only…
“I’ll run you home,” he murmured.
“No … really … it’s okay … I’ll get a bus right outside,” Shirley murmured.
“I insist. It’s late. And that’s my fault.”
Shirley never really knew what made her do it. Impulsively, she flung an arm up to one shoulder, pulled his head down, reached up on tiptoe and kissed him quickly on the cheek. Karan started and then smiled quickly, brightly, his eyes dancing. Shirley blushed. He laughed softly.
“What was that for?”
She ducked her head, suddenly embarrassed. He didn’t move away. His arm slid around her slender waist and pulled her to him. She didn’t resist. His fingers cupped her chin, tilted her face up to his and his lips brushed hers, gently, tenderly, fleetingly. Shirley closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. Her lips were soft and moist and, tentatively, they fluttered open. Karan’s lips parted, too, and the kiss lengthened deepened and his tongue slithered between their lips and met hers as it ventured out, too.
The pad and pencils in her hand clattered to the floor. Shirley didn’t care. She slid her other arm around his shoulders, pulled his head down to hers, pressed her body to his. Karan could feel the softness of her breasts flattening on his chest.
“God, if you know how long I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve wanted it,” he breathed.
“Me, too,” she murmured. “Kiss me again,” and pulled his head down to hers.
Now his arms were roaming her body and she trembled at his touch and, with his vast experience of women, he understood the signs. Gently, slowly, he began undoing the buttons of her blouse. She did not stop him. He wondered for a second if she was a virgin, if he would have to coax or coach her.
She put all his doubts to rest. Her fingers fled down his chest, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, fumbling the clasp of his belt and trousers, undoing those, too, pushing down into his crotch. Her fingers squeezed the thick bulk of his penis through his undershorts as his trousers fell to his feet.
“I want you,” she gasped. “I want you!”
Their lust erupted.
She kissed him feverishly as he tore open her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt, unhooked her brassiere and freed her breasts. He felt them swell and grow turgid, her long nipples shooting erect. He marvelled at their fullness, their weight, their superb form. Her hand slipped down under the waistband of his undershorts and her fingers closed on his cock and she gasped.
His penis was huge. Still limp, it was bigger than any she had known.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes glittering glassily, her lips parted, her nostrils flared, animal lust all over her face. “Oh dear god, yes!”
Karan flipped her skirt up and pushed his hand under it. Her legs parted at once, without hesitation, and Karan knew he had a find. With a quick wriggle, she slipped down her panties, kicked them off her sandalled feet. Her pubic hair was soft, trimmed, not too dense; and it was damp. Karan pushed his hand into her crotch and her cunt-lips unfurled. As he slid one thick finger into her, he bent his torso and arched her body back before him, lifting and squeezing one swollen breast to his mouth. Shirley gasped, flinging her head back, her hand clenching his head, pinning it to her breast, her hips writhing, her other hand working his cock which had begun to swell rapidly. Heat leaped from her breast-tips and loin. His tongue whipped one nipple, then the other, then both together, his teeth scraped over them, he sucked one breast, then the other, then both together, on and on. His finger twisted and curved in and out of her cunt, probing, exploring, and her cunt spasmed and contracted eagerly on it, her cunt-juices streaming freely now, her hips jerking and writhing eagerly.
He lifted his head from her breasts and they kissed again, her tongue slithering sexily between his lips, her fingers unwilling to let go of his cock, jerking it, stroking it, the sharp nails raking his shaft gently.
“I want to suck you,” she gasped softly and, without waiting for a response, slid down his body with her back to the desk, perched on her toes, her buttocks resting on her raised heels, legs spread wide.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hands on her breasts, rubbing the nipples, squeezing and lifting the swollen mounds. “God yes!”
Karan gasped sharply as her mouth engulfed his cock greedily. She moaned deep in her cock-filled throat, her hands working her breasts excitedly, her head rocking back and forth. Her mouth was magic, warm and moist and there was a wicked cunning in her tongue as it snaked around his bulging cock-head.
“Ohhh uhhh yes! Suck it! Suck my cock!” he gasped.
His words seemed to inflame her. She took his shaft in one hand, the other going down to her crotch, a finger arching up into her slit. Her body rocked back and forth before his. He groaned and began fucking her mouth, head flung back, the fires roiling in his cock and balls. He held her head and moved it to and fro to suit his pleasure.
“Yes … oh fuck yes … that’s good … suck it, Shirley! Suck harder! Ahhhh uhhh yes oh god yes!” he went.
Shirley was trembling with excitement and lust. She felt feverish. Her head was swimming. She was no virgin but none of the men she had slept with before had made her feel so … so wanton, so desperate to surrender, to yield, to give and to take and take and take without pause or measure. Karan’s cock throbbed in her mouth and fingers, huge, bigger than she had ever dreamed. She wanted it in her flesh, wanted to feel its heat and immense hardness crushing into her body. She sucked him harder, her hands crushing her swollen breasts.
Gasping, panting like an animal in rut, her eyes glassy, lips parted, nostrils flared, she got to her feet, flung her arms about him, writhing her crotch against his penis, her breasts against his hard chest.
“Fuck me,” she groaned, her tongue sweeping through his ear, flicking at his lips. “Fuck me hard, Karan … fuck me like a slut … take me! I’m yours!”
Karan marvelled at his discovery of this incredible, lusty creature offering herself up for his delectation. His excitement mounted. He yearned to plunge his hot penis into her cunt, to feel its wet cramping on his flesh.
Shirley turned around in his arms, her back to him, her buttocks pressed to his crotch and bent herself forward over his desk, spreading her legs wide. Her breasts hung pendulous like succulent fruit. The gold chain dangled from around her neck, brushing the desktop.
“C’mon, Karan,” she moaned over her shoulder. “Fuck me! Shove your cock into my cunt! Fuck me hard! I want it hard!”
Karan groaned, raw lust consuming his being. Her buttocks were spread before him and, drawn by the tightly puckered flesh of her anus, he wondered distantly if she took it there, too. Then she thrust a hand under her belly, slim fingers crooked on her cunt-lips, opening them for him.
“C’mon, Karan,” she groaned. “Fuck me!”
He could not resist. He pushed his cock between her legs, paused with his cock-head at the portals of her slit. She moaned, feeling its heat. Then he moved it forward and, flexing his hips, pushed forward. His cock-head popped into her cunt. Shirley gasped sharply, her head jerking up, her mouth snapping open. His cock-head was huge, filling her cunt. Behind her, Karan groaned loudly and, his powerful muscles rippling, gripped her slender hips and flexed his buttocks and slowly ground his cock into her cunt.
Nothing in Shirley’s experience had prepared her for this. His cock drove an enormous tidal wave of pure pleasure before it, rocking her body forward. In and in and in he went, his enormous penis searing into her flesh, filling it, mashing her gorged clitoris, distending her cunt. It was impossibly, wonderfully big; Shirley’s head reeled with the feeling of it, a feeling that it would rip her asunder, would erupt from her throat, a feeling that she would have it no other way.
“OHHHHHHH UHHAHHHHUHOHMAUHHH OHHH!” she called.
Karan gasped loudly, flinging his head back. Shirley’s cunt convulsed frantically on his penis.
“Fuck me!” she cried. “Oh uh oh uhh yes oh god yes! Fuck me, Karan … oh yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Ahhh uhhh yes uhh oh god yes!”
Struggling to stave off his orgasm, panting, his loins on fire, Karan began fucking her with rapid, skewering thrusts. He plunged his cock deep into her cunt, groaning, drew out, thrust in again and again and again. Shirley moaned thickly, her head bowed, her body swaying and rocking to and fro under his thrusts, each one drawing a choking gasp.
“Ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh oh uh oh uhh yeh oh yeh oh yes Karan yes ohh uhh yes ohma uhhh ohhh uhhh OHHHH uhh yes!”
“Yeh oh yeh take it! Oh yes baby yes!” he gasped, thrusting greedily in and out of her cunt, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, his hips swinging to and fro, his head flung back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks.
His cock felt like a burning hot iron rod in her cunt. Shirley was dizzy with lust and excitement and pleasure. She had never been fucked like this. Karan’s massive penis sawed in and out of her cunt, crushing her clitoris in its passage. He went faster, plunged in deeper and she cried out, her face twisting in a rictus of lust, her fingers clawing at the edge of the table, her head raised, long neck craned, her gold necklace whipping as it dragged across the table.
“OHMAUHHHAHHH UHH YES oh god yes! Fuck me! Ohhhhh uhhh yes that’s it! Fuck me harder, Karan! Fuck me!” she cried.
Faster and faster he went, gasping, panting, calling out, his cries mingling with hers, his under her body, squeezing her breasts feverishly. He rammed deep into her tight, wet cunt, his buttocks flexing taut with each thrust, his hips twitching at her buttocks, drew out, rammed in again. Each thrust made her lurch forward, a choking sob erupting from her throat. Her cunt convulsed haplessly on his penis and she began to orgasm, panting and moaning.
To her amazement, he did not come. He groaned as her orgasm intensified, but kept fucking her hard and deep with cruel, snapping thrusts. Shirley gasped, her body jerking under his, her head spinning. When her orgasm waned, he drew slowly out of her. She felt his strong hands sliding up her body, caressing her tenderly, felt his lips at the nape of her neck. His tongue lapped gently at a dewdrop of sweat on her skin, his lips were at her earlobe. Shirley shivered in excitement, her buttocks squirming against his crotch. She turned her face and his lips were on her, firm, gentle, his tongue slipping in and out of her mouth.
He did not ask her if it had been good for her, if she had come. Shirley hated it when men did that. A good lover always knew, didn’t need the confirmation.
“Again. Please.” That was all he said, and Shirley was in no state to refuse.
He pressed his hand to one hip; she understood, and turned on her back on his desk, wriggling up slightly so that her hips were at the edge, her legs and feet hanging over.
He smiled down at her. “You’re wonderful,” he murmured. “Truly.”
Shirley was filled with love and longing. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want you so much!”
Karan keep the sadness from his smile. How long will it last, this fire? He thought to himself. She has the body of a woman and the heart of a child - easy to please, perhaps even easier to hurt. He felt a surge of true affection. Looking at her, his heart skipped a beat. She was truly lovely, in body and in heart.
A strangeness came over him. He wanted to say he loved her, he wanted not to fuck her, not even to make love, just to hold her, murmur softly into her auburn-tinted hair, breathe deep of the soft, silky sweetness of her. He wanted to tell her he loved her and, for a second, he hesitated over her naked body.
She looked up at him, her eyes glowing like embers, and, parting her legs, spread her cunt-lips open in her slender fingers.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Karan! Fuck me hard! Fuck me forever! I want your cock in my cunt!”
Her words were like brittle light lifting away low mists. Febrile carnality consumed his being again, driving back the intrusion of love. It had to be thus: Just the meeting of flesh, the interlocking of bodies, the uncompromising physicality of their quest.
He bent over her, his hands parting her legs, then sliding up to her swollen breasts, squeezing them under his weight. Her arms curled around his shoulders and her mouth flowered under his and her hand was between their bodies, pulling his cock to her slit. Her body trembled under his.
“Fuck me,” she breathed into his mouth. “Shove your cock into me, Karan! Please! Do it!”
He tormented her, continued kissing and fondling her, nuzzling the sexy little hollow in her throat, swirling his tongue through her ear, nibbling her earlobe. She moaned softly, writhing under him. Karan smiled to himself: He was enjoying this. He moved his head lower, to her breasts, and she arched her back eagerly. Her breasts were swollen and turgid with excitement, the nipples in their deep brown, puckered aureoles standing out long and nut-hard. He swept his tongue up one mound, ran it in circles around her aureole, not touching her nipple. Shirley moaned, writhing. His tongue flickered like lightning across her nipple, a fleeting caress, there one minute, then gone. She squeezed her breast and tried to feed it to his mouth. He drew back; not yet. Again his tongue danced out over her breast, whipping across the nipple and, this time, his teeth followed, scraping over the sharp point. Shirley gasped, her neck arching, her mouth open. Karan grabbed her hands and spread them apart, pinning her to the desk at his mercy. He moved his tongue down the side of her breast, under it, into her cleavage, to her throat, across to her clean armpit, delved into the musky crease of flesh there, then slipped quickly down to her breast again. This time, his mouth opened wide and he drew in the succulent flesh and sucked.
“Ohh uhhh OHHHH uhh oh god yes!” Shirley gasped. It was wonderful, what he was doing to her. She had never known such unbridled lust, such joy, such ecstasy. It was infinitely delicate, and he was revelling in his exploration of her flesh.
He toyed with her nipple relentlessly, striking it with his tongue, scraping his teeth across it. Fire leaped from her breast-tips. She twisted and writhed, pinned to his desk. Her hips lurched and heaved frantically. Karan sucked sharply, let go, sucked again, released her breast slowly, little by little. His tongue and lips flicked under her breast, across her belly, over to her other armpit, into it, up to her neck, down her cleavage and around her breast, circled up, up and up and Shirley cried out, flinging her head back as his lips clamped fiercely on her breast and his teeth plucked sharply at her nipple.
“Ohhhhhhhhh uhhh yes oh god yes fuck me!” she cried loudly. “Fuck me, Karan, please fuck me fuck me fuck me!”
Quick as lightning his head dropped to her crotch. His measured caresses of seconds before hadn’t prepared her for the sudden, serpentine flick of his tongue in her slit. Shirley screamed her joy, her mouth in a wide ‘O’, her body arching steeply, her hips jerking up in shocked delight. He found her clit and whipped it with his tongue, drew it between his lips, sucked on the little stem. Shirley went mad, her head flipping from side to side, her body thrashing ecstatically. Her fingers clenched his hair, keeping his head pinned to her crotch. Karan pushed his face deeper into her crotch, his tongue slithering in and out of her cunt and slid his hands up her slender golden body to her swollen breasts, squeezing.
“OHHHHHHHHHH uhh OHMA uhhh yes oh god yes ohh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes!” Shirley went.
Her sodden cunt smelled musky, erotic. Karan lapped at the flowing juices, savouring the taste, wondering if it was possible to bottle the ultimate, the scent of a woman. Gently, still licking ruminatively, he slid a finger deep into her cunt, in to the knuckle and began finger- and tongue-fucking her simultaneously. He twisted his finger gently this way and that, pressing at her stiff clit, then pushed a second finger in as well. Shirley’s cries, an erotic litany, rang in his ears. Her hips tossed under his face and hand. Drawing his tongue lazily along her cunt-lips, he looked up, saw the naked lust shining on her lovely face. Her hands were on her breasts, mauling them in a frenzy.
She was on the verge of a wild orgasm when he stopped at last and rose to his feet, smiling down at her. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving, her eyes glittering.
“Please!” she gasped. “Fuck me, Karan! Fuck me hard! Shove your cock into me, Karan! I want it!”
His erection was enormous, raging. He pushed her legs up and wide, his hands inside her knees and she stretched her arms down, her breasts squeezed between them, her fingers curling around the thickness of his shaft, guiding him.
Karan paused for a fraction of a second with his cock-head at her cunt-lips. Shirley moaned, lifting her hips eagerly. He sucked in his breath, flexed his buttocks and with one long, smooth, skewering thrust, grinding his hips around in a tight circle, crushed his cock into her cunt.
“OHHHHHHHHHUHHOHMAUH yes uhh ohhhh uhhh yes!” she cried, her back whipping up in a taut bow, her breasts thrust out, her cunt going into spasms on his penis, hips jerking up.
In and in he went, till he was buried in her flesh to the hilt, his balls pressed to her cunt-lips. Her breath came in hoarse, ragged, cracked moans. Her fingers were tight on her swollen breasts.
“Fuck me!” she cried. “Ohhh yes oh god yes fuck me please fuck me!”
Karan eased his hips back, drawing his cock slowly out of her cunt. She gasped at the release in pressure. He paused, deliberately, with just his cock-head in her cunt and then ran his penis into her again in a repeat of the first driving thrust. The breath rushed from her throat in a lust-laden moan. Her mouth was open in a wide ‘O’. Her long neck arched, tendons stood out in her throat; her gold necklace slid up against it. Karan flung his head back and gasped; her cunt convulsed savagely on his penis, hot, tight, wet. He stretched out his hands and crushed her breasts. Beneath him, Shirley moaned ecstatically.
He drew out and, smoothly, thrust in again, and yet again and quickly hit a tempo, sliding his hips to and fro, back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. Shirley’s cries rose. He held her waist, thrust in harder, deeper, faster. Her hips bucked under his. Her body jerked and rocked with his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling. She lifted and squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples, her face rolling from side to side. He felt her heels under his buttocks, drawing him deeper into her flesh.
“OHHHH uhh yes oh god yes fuck me, Karan! Fuck me! Oh uhh yes oh ma uhhh yes oh god yes!”
“C’mon! Take it … oh yes! C’mon, slut! Take it, bitch, take my cock!”
The words had an electric effect on her. She cried out, arching steeply, her hips bucking violently up and down, rolling and writhing as his distended penis ground in and out of her cunt. Faster and faster he went, drawing loud, shuddering, broken gasps from her, his own calls increasingly explicit and lewd.
“OH fuck baby yes! C’mon, take it, whore! Ohhh yes oh god yes!” he went.
Shirley came violently, her back snapping up in a steep bow, her long neck craning, her mouth jerking open. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his cock. Karan cried out, his face contorting in delight, and rammed himself deep into her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, his buttocks flexed taut, twitching. Her orgasm intensified; her body trembled and shook; her breath was ragged, sharp, her voice a long, cracked, shuddering moan.
Karan waited till it ebbed. Shirley moaned, feeling his hardness still within her.
“Suck me,” he said softly. “I want to come in your mouth.”
Seconds later, Shirley was on her knees again before him, her head swimming with lust, her body tingling with delight, her hands on her breasts, his cock filling her face. He held her head and moved it to and fro, fucking her mouth. She moaned softly, sucking hard, whipping his sticky, gorged cock-head with her tongue. One hand curled around his shaft and she pumped it eagerly, muttering c’mon, c’mon, c’mon! The fires in his loins grew and spread and then he gave in with a loud cry of relief and joy. Shirley sensed it and, immediately, jerking his cock faster, opened her mouth wide under his cock. The cum, thick, sticky, warm, spurted from his cock-head, and he bent his head and watched in pleasure and delight as it spattered her face and neck and breasts and spewed into her open, eager, hungry mouth. She moaned, swallowing his gunk, caressing her breasts and face with it, took his cock in her mouth again. Karan groaned softly. He pulled away from her and sank to the floor with her. His mouth met hers; he could taste his seed on her lips. She wound her arms around his thick shoulders and they slid to the floor.
“Fuck me again,” she moaned, kissing him. “I want you again.”
“I want you, too,” he whispered, and moved on top of her slender body.
Though extreme, Aceh is not an isolated case. In recent years, as part of a decentralization of power away from the capital, Jakarta, at least 50 local governments have used their new authority to pass Shariah-based regulations regarding conduct and dress, though none have gone as far as Aceh to deal with criminal matters.
Most experts and human rights advocates believe the regulations discriminate against non-Muslim minorities and contravene the country’s Constitution, which guarantees freedom of religion. But the government of President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono — a moderate former general whose Muslim credentials have often been questioned by political opponents — has not challenged them. In fact, Mr. Yudhoyono has backed morality-based laws that pleased Muslim conservative allies but angered advocates of human rights.
The president has yet to comment on the stoning provision, leaving it to his aides to quietly criticize it and clearly hoping that the Aceh Parliament will repeal it. Aceh’s governor has said he will refuse to carry out any stonings, and even supporters acknowledge that the punishment will be extremely hard to apply for practical and theological reasons. Nevertheless, because the governor lacks veto power, stoning could remain on the books.
That would be an embarrassment for Mr. Yudhoyono, who has sought to raise Indonesia’s international standing through its status as the world’s third largest democracy and its most populous Muslim nation. If Aceh’s lawmakers fail to repeal stoning, the central government may be forced into the potentially divisive course of a court challenge to the local application of Shariah, which has gained wide acceptance here.
Just before noon prayers one recent Friday — a mandatory session for men — the Shariah police’s all-female brigade hopped onto a Toyota pickup to begin patrols. Dressed in olive uniforms, the officers hewed to the city center, away from the areas worst hit by the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami. They urged stragglers to hurry to the nearest mosque and exhorted the recalcitrant to yield to God’s authority.
“Dear followers of Islam, people of Banda Aceh,” blared a loudspeaker on the Toyota, “our city has applied Shariah. It’s almost praying time. Close all shops, stop all business activities. No more buying and selling.”
Aceh has long been know as “Mecca’s veranda,” because Indonesians used to travel here to board ships bound for Islam’s holiest city on their hajj, or pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia, the birthplace of Islam. Aceh’s self-identity, if rooted in Islam, was always somewhat apart from the rest of Indonesia. Local forces fighting for autonomy, whether from Dutch colonizers or Suharto’s three-decade military rule, always demanded the freedom to carry out Shariah.
So as Aceh separatists and the central government forged a peace agreement in the last decade, Aceh won semiautonomy and the right to Shariah. The authorities began putting Shariah into practice in 2001, widening and reinforcing it every few years with legal revisions. The Shariah police, officially known as “wilayatul hisbah,” or the vice and virtue patrol, began operating in 2005 with 13 officers and now has 62, including 14 women.
As Aceh’s provincial Parliament began considering a more comprehensive Islamic criminal code earlier this year, politicians and clerics at first agreed to defer the issue of stoning, which they generally agree is a punishment specified in the Koran for adultery.
But some lawmakers, apparently allied with radical clerics pushed for its inclusion at the last minute, former and current lawmakers said. Afraid of being branded bad Muslims, even lawmakers with reservations endorsed the law, lawmakers said. Six of the seven parties represented in Parliament voted for the law. The holdout — the Democratic Party, which is also President Yudhoyono’s — merely abstained.
“We never openly said that we were opposed to stoning,” said Yusrizal Ibrahim, 49, a Democratic Party member who served as a lawmaker until last month. “Stoning is part of Shariah, and by voting ‘No,’ it would have made it look as though we were against Islam.”
But even the local members’ abstention drew a rebuke from a high-ranking party official in Jakarta. “He told us that if there was no other party opposing it, we should have gone with the flow,” Mr. Ibrahim said.
He added he believed that “stoning was against human rights.” But he said he would have never “dared to say so explicitly in Parliament” for fear of being labeled an “infidel.”
Muhamad Nazar, Aceh’s deputy governor, said he hoped that a newly installed Parliament — made up of more moderates — would revise the criminal code.
But new lawmakers interviewed said they were reluctant to broach the delicate topic. Adnan Beuransah, 50, of the moderate Aceh Party, now Parliament’s dominant party, said the issue was a “time bomb.”
“We won’t say whether we oppose stoning or not,” Mr. Beuransah said. “We’ll just focus instead on education, health and more important issues.”
Indeed, now that stoning has become part of Shariah here, even religious leaders fear that opposing it would raise doubts among their followers.
“We can’t tell them to follow Shariah, except this part about stoning,” said Faisal Ali, a cleric who is secretary general of Himpunan Ulama Dayah Aceh, an organization representing 672 Islamic schools, and who believed that Aceh was not ready for stoning yet. “If the people feel that we are not supporting Shariah, they would feel that we are not part of them anymore. That would be an even greater loss because then they wouldn’t listen to us anymore.”
People in Aceh’s rural areas were said to be Shariah’s staunchest supporters, though even most people interviewed here in the provincial capital said they backed the stoning of adulterers.
“If people are caught, they should be given a warning the first time,” said Fati Ibrahim, 43, a mother of four who was buying dustpans at a large store here. “But if they’re caught a second or third time, they should be stoned.
“Otherwise, they’ll give Aceh a bad image. They’ll embarrass us outside Aceh, that we’re not practicing Islam as it should be.”
]]>Most experts and human rights advocates believe the regulations discriminate against non-Muslim minorities and contravene the country’s constitution, which guarantees freedom of religion.
But the government of president Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono has not challenged the provision. In fact, Yudhoyono has backed morality-based laws to please conservative allies. The president has yet to comment, leaving it to his aides to quietly criticise it and clearly hoping that the Aceh Parliament will repeal it.
]]>“Good afternoon, actually.”
“What time is it?”
“Nearly two.”
She caressed his head and closed her eyes again in pleasure, slowly arching her back. Her breast grew warm and turgid as he plied it gently with his tongue and teeth and lips.
“How long have you been up?” she whispered.
He chuckled. “If you mean awake, an hour or so. But I’m not up yet.”
She giggled. “I can take care of that,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
Gently, she pushed him over onto his back and turned across him. Delicately tracing the line of his jaw and lips with her fingertip, she smiled down at him. Her hair framed her pretty face, falling in a loose curtain over her naked shoulder. Raunak caressed her face and cupped her breast gently.
“Are you busy today?” she murmured, bending her head to his chest.
“Nope. All yours.”
“Good,” she said. “I’m going to make the most of it.”
“You’d better,” he laughed. “That’s why you’re here.”
His laughter turned into a sigh of pleasure as Anita slithered downward and he felt her soft lips brush across his belly. She nuzzled his crotch, scraping the length of his gargantuan penis with her teeth.
It was incredible: even limp, it was ten inches long and thick as her wrist. She knew now that when he was ready, it would be a rock-hard, searing hot, electrically pulsating pillar, eleven and a half inches long and nearly three inches thick. Only Kishore, his best friend had a bigger penis, and only slightly. But with all his skill, even Kishore lacked the control and sheer sexual mastery of this man.
Last night, Raunak had quite literally fucked her brains out. He toyed with her body without respite, exploring and examining every inch of her flesh with his lips and fingers and teeth and tongue and cock, deftly keeping her on the verge of an orgasm till she was almost screaming with frustration. She had never known such intense lust. Gasping and panting, she begged for release. Yet he denied her, tormenting and teasing her mercilessly. When he finally relented, her orgasm was shattering, a prolonged and intense climax in which wave after wave crashed over her heaving, gasping, writhing body.
Raunak did not come. Stunned, she realised that he was far from done with her. He was scarcely out of breath. His erection had not waned a bit. Within minutes, he was fucking her again, deftly fanning her lust-fires.
Anita lost count of the number of times he fucked her, taking her in every orifice, in every way she knew and many she didn’t. Powerless to resist, she succumbed to his every demand, even when he fucked her ass half a dozen times. Astonishingly, despite the monstrous size of his penis, she felt no pain, only a profound joy and exhilaration.
She had innumerable orgasms, and then he fucked her for his own pleasure, bending her to his will. By turns gentle and brutal, he drove her to fresh paroxysms of his joy as he raced to his own climax. He came again and again. His jizz-load was awesome: he flooded her cunt and mouth and ass repeatedly, and spattered her torso with thick streamers of white-hot cum that settled on her like ticker-tape. Sated at last, he made her close her eyes and gently caressed her naked body with his fingers, massaging his gunk into her breasts and cunt and thighs and buttocks and belly and face. Dizzy with pleasure, she fell asleep in his arms, her body slippery with sweat and cum.
Now she took the heavy penis in her fingers and lifted it to her lips. Slowly, she drew the huge bulb of his cock-head into her mouth, swirling her tongue lasciviously around it. Gently, she took more and more of it in her mouth and began to suck it, her head rising and falling steadily. His arms crossed behind his head, Raunak craned his neck to watch her, a smile playing on his lips. Spreading his legs, he began to pump his hips steadily at her face, fucking her mouth. She moaned deep in her throat, fondling his low, loaded balls, dipping her head to suckle them one by one. She was an unusually good lover, and had surprised him with her skill and talent. Raunak was pleased. She would make a valuable addition to his brothel. He had every intention of putting her to work servicing his extremely well-heeled clientele.
His penis swelled slowly, bloating in her mouth, distending her face. Raunak watched as her cock-sucking grew urgent: her head rocked swiftly up and down and she moaned and keened deep in her throat, moving her face languorously from side to side, tonguing and teething and sucking his rising cock. He watched her squeeze her breasts and slide a hand to her crotch and start masturbating. She loved sucking cock. It throbbed now, and he felt his balls surge powerfully with lust. He wanted to come in her mouth. Sensing it, she sucked harder on his cock and he chuckled softly when he felt her desperately trying to pierce the slit in his cock-head with her tongue. It was a wonderfully erotic sensation and, sighing with pleasure, he let himself go. His jizz spurted and Anita moaned, opening her mouth wide and pumping his cock furiously with one hand, the other pistoning between her thighs. The jizz splashed into her mouth and spattered her face and breasts.
Gasping, she rose, straddling his hips. His cock was still rock-hard and erect. Kneeling across his lap, she lifted her hips over his cock and, holding it in one hand, slowly impaled her cunt on his cock-head with a sharp gasp. Raunak slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, slimy with fresh jizz. Her head arched back, suffused with pleasure and she reached behind her to cup his balls. Raunak squeezed her swollen breasts, flicking her rigid nipples with his fingernails. Anita shuddered. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered shut. She moaned softly. Her long hair tumbled about her naked shoulders. His hands slithered down to her buttocks and, pulling them open, he pressed a fingertip to her anus and began to move her hips in gentle circles. Anita bent forward on outstretched arms, her turgid breasts pendulous. Her hips gyrated slowly over his, her cunt swirling over his cock-head. Slowly, her cunt sank as his hips rose and his cock pierced through into her cunt. Anita gasped, her head snapping back, her mouth opening in a wide ‘O’ of lust, tendons standing out in her neck. Raunak crushed her breasts with one hand and squeezed her buttocks with the other.
“Take it,” he murmured. “Come on, bitch, take it!”
“Ohhhh! Unhhh, OHHH! Ohhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes! OHHHHHH yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh yes!”
“Take it, come on, take it, whore, take it,” he grunted.
Anita’s body crackled with lust. Panting and moaning, she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, sliding her cunt up and down his shaft. He held her hips and buttocks and moved her on his cock, pumping his hips rhythmically under her. Faster and faster they went, and her breasts jumped and jiggled and her silver necklace danced on her dusky skin. Bending forward, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue greedily into her mouth. He could taste his cum on her lips and tongue. He squeezed her buttocks hard and thrust up deep into her. Her head snapped back and she cried out, jerking furiously on his lap. He rocked her still faster, jerking her savagely down onto his cock again and again and she orgasmed violently, gasping and stiffening, crying out in pleasure. Raunak gasped softly as her cunt convulsed frenetically on his tool. He slammed his hips upward repeatedly, thrusting into her over and over again and finally let himself go. Anita groaned softly, a smile of pleasure lighting her face as she felt the sharp sting of his fiery jizz in her cunt.
They lay together for a while, caressing each other dreamily. Then they showered together, and she trembled with renewed lust as he fondled her under the steaming, stinging spray. Kneeling before him, she sucked his penis till he was erect again and then he lifted her in his arms and fucked her hard, standing under the shower.
At his insistence, she dressed in a long, loose kurta of transparent light pink cotton, leaving all the buttons open. He wore denim jeans and nothing else. They sat out on the sprawling terrace of the penthouse and devoured an enormous breakfast. Anita was ravenously hungry.
It was a wonderful day, clear and bright and surprisingly cool for the time of year. Anita sipped her freshly squeezed orange juice and studied her surroundings with pleasure. It was the most exquisite house she had ever seen. Sunlight sparkled on the clear water of the swimming pool and the sprawling lawn was a lush green carpet. Anita felt relaxed and sated. Raunak pushed back his chair and, lighting a cigarette over his coffee, smiled at her.
“Ready to talk?”
“What about?”
“You. Tell me about you.”
She looked at him curiously. “What about me?”
“I want to hear your story. How you got here. Where you live. Most of all, your sexual history. When you first got laid, by whom, how often. All of it.”
A young servant came to clear the table. Anita glanced at him. He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, dark and well-built. He was dressed only in a tight jock-strap, his buttocks naked. Anita wasn’t surprised. She knew that all the servants in the house were good-looking young men and women who moved around almost entirely naked, unashamed of displaying their beautiful bodies.
Everyone here copulated frequently and openly. The night before, when he brought her home, she saw people fucking everywhere: in every bedroom, in the kitchen, in the bathrooms, out on the terrace, in the pool, in the little gym, in the servant’s quarters, on the dining table and on the living room floor. Raunak told her that some were guests, other relatives. Anita recognised half a dozen men and women from his office where she had first met him when she applied for a job. Even his wife, the ravishing Sunnu, was being fucked by two servants simultaneously.
Now the house was quiet and calm. Everyone had left. The servants were at their chores. There was no sign of his wife.
“Where’s Sunnu?” Anita asked.
“She left early this morning. She’s spending the weekend at our beach house with some friends. I’m going down tomorrow. Would you like to come?”
Anita smiled. “Yes, yes I would. Thank you.”
“Fine. Tell you what. Let’s go down later tonight. After dinner here. That gives us the rest of the day together, and we have the house to ourselves.”
Anita nodded and smiled. She looked at the servant again and saw that he had an exceptionally long and thick penis. For some strange reason, she was feeling horny again. She couldn’t imagine why, after all that fucking. The lust grew relentlessly, wetting her crotch and making her breasts swell. Her eyes lingered on the bulge between the servant’s legs. He flicked a glance at her and smiled gently. Raunak watched them, his eyes twinkling.
“This is Anil,” he said. “He’s a fine lover. Would you like him to fuck you?”
Anita smiled prettily. “Yes,” she said. “I think I would like that very much indeed.”
Anil and Raunak chuckled softly.
“Then you shall have him,” Raunak said. “There are others, too. You can fuck them all, if you want. After you’ve told me what I want to know.”
Anita giggled. She had never felt so incredibly turned on and positively slutty. “I believe this is going to be a heavenly weekend.”
She stretched a hand and drew a finger down the length of Anil’s penis. He turned slightly and moved closer. Anita smiled and squeezed his cock through his jock-strap. It felt big and heavy. She slid her fingers under the cloth, caressing his penis and balls.
“My, my,” she murmured. “This is really something.”
She pulled the jock-strap down to his thighs. His cock bounced out, thick and long. Anita lifted it in her hands and caressed her face with it. The young servant grinned. Her lips parted and she sucked his cock-head gently. The youth grunted and his cock quivered and hardened between her lips.
“I want to be fucked,” Anita said. “May I?” Anita asked Raunak.
Raunak laughed and waved his hand. “Go ahead. But then we must talk.”
“Yes, I promise.”
Anita pulled the servant closer and slipped her lips around his penis. Raunak watched them with a smile. Anil groaned and his hands went down to her head. His penis swelled rapidly, distending her face. He began to fuck her mouth slowly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head at his crotch. His glistening cock went in and out of her mouth.
“Mm … yes … suck it … c’mon, bitch … suck my prick … yeh, that’s it … suck it hard, bitch … yeh … oh fuck yes! Oh yes, that’s it … keep going, whore … keep sucking!”
He bent his head and watched, gasping softly. Anita sucked the young man’s penis hungrily for several minutes, using her tongue and teeth and lips adroitly. He thrust his hands into her kurta and squeezed her breasts feverishly. She moaned in her throat and, pulling up her kurta, thrust a hand between her thighs. His cock spurted pre-cum jizz and she opened her mouth wide, catching the drops of gunk on her tongue and swallowing them greedily. Anil groaned. Her hand pumped in her crotch. He held her head and rocked it back and forth between his legs, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth, fucking her mouth with visible pleasure. His belly rippled inward and he gasped and groaned, his mouth open, head bent to watch her. The erotically tangy, musky taste and heat of his cock in her mouth aroused her. Moaning with excitement, she sucked harder still.
He pulled away and, her eyes glittering with excitement, Anita got to her feet and turned around to lean forward on the table on her arms, lifting her kurta high under her arms. Panting with lust, Anil pulled her buttocks open and quickly squeezed his quivering penis between them. He paused with his cock-head at her cunt-lips.
“C’mon Anil,” she groaned. “Fuck me! Quickly! Fuck my slit!”
Gripping her hips, taking a deep breath, the servant flexed his buttocks and thrust his hips forward. His cock, now eight inches long and nearly two inches thick, surged into her belly and he gasped at the sudden heat and tightness of her cunt, its frantic convulsing. Anita cried out, her face screwing up in lust, her head whipping up, her mouth open in an ululating cry, her lips drawn back over her white, even teeth.
“Oh ma uhhh OHHHHHHHHHHH OH UHNEEEL unhhhhh OHHHHH!” she cried. “Oh uh hanh uhh oh uhh oh oh oh uhh OHHHHHH!”
“Ahhhhhh uhhhh hanh … hanh … hanh … uhhh OHHH uhh ahhh!” the servant gasped in deep pleasure, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her volcanic cunt.
In and in he went till his thighs pressed at her buttocks and his balls at her cunt-lips. Anita moaned and gasped, her chest heaving, her buttocks writhing against his crotch, her cunt impaled by his enormous penis. It was wonderful in her slit, hot and hard, throbbing and pulsating erotically.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Anil! Fuck me hard!”
The lad’s handsome head arched back and, holding her hips, he began to fuck her rapidly, pounding his hips at her buttocks. Raunak watched his servant’s glistening, swollen penis grinding in and out of Anita’s cunt, appearing and disappearing between her curved buttocks. She loved it.
“OHHH yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh ma uhh hanh uhh oh ma uhh hanh!” she went.
She gasped and cried out obscenely, jerking back and forth under the youth, forcing her cunt along the length of his shaft. Her breasts bounced and swung with their motions. Faster and faster they went, rapidly hitting a furious pace. Anil’s thighs cannoned off her buttocks and he thrust in deeper and harder and faster.
“Take it! Ohhh yes! Take it, whore! Take my cock!” he gasped ecstatically. “Chul rundi chul … le le mere lavde ko … aur le … unhhhh hanh … yeh le … chul saali kutti chul … uhhh ohhh uhhh hanh uhh ohhh uhh hanh uhhh ohhh ahhh uhhh hanh chul!”
“Yes!” Anita gasped. “Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Anil! Fuck my slit! Ohhhhh yes! Ohh fuck yes, baby, yes … give it to me, lover … fuck me hard!”
Anil slammed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her cunt with a cruel swing of his hips. Anita cried out in pleasure, her buttocks writhing erotically against his thighs.
“Ohhh god yes! It feels so good! OHHHH … Unhhh yes … shove it in baby … stick it all in … I want it all! Ohhhhh yes! That’s it! Yes! There! Ohhhh yes … fuck yes … fuck me, Anil … fuck me harder!”
Faster and faster he went, his hips rocketing furiously back and forth, his thighs slapping at her buttocks, his cock plunging greedily in and out of her cunt. Her swollen breasts jiggled and bounced as she rocked and lurched and jerked under his thrusts. Her face was a vision of lust, the nostrils flared, the mouth open, her pretty eyes half-closed. She groaned in pleasure, swirling her buttocks erotically against his pistoning penis.
“Anil — fuck her up her ass,” Raunak said softly. “She likes that.”
The servant obeyed immediately. Pulling out of her cunt, he pressed his cock-head to her anus. Anita groaned and relaxed her sphincter. Anil flexed his buttocks and squeezed his cock into her asshole with a loud cry. Anita screamed softly, her face twisting with delight, her hands clawing at the table. The breath whooshed from her throat, and her face contorted in a rictus of lust. His cock seared in her anal channel, hot, hard, commanding.
“OHHHHHHHHhuhhohma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh OHHHHHHH!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh yes! Ohhhh fuck yes!” the servant cried, gasping as her anus bit down hard on his cock.
“Fuck her hard!” Raunak commanded. “Ram it in!”
Anil gasped and thrust powerfully forward. His cock vanished into Anita’s rear channel. She cried out, and he squeezed her buttocks over his cock and began to fuck her rapidly, rocking his hips quickly back and forth, driving his distended penis in and out of her ass. Anita rocked and writhed under him, gasping obscenely. The young man gasped as her asshole convulsed on his penis. Faster and faster they went, his cock skewering her anus mightily. Anita orgasmed violently, mewing and gasping her passion, her body rocking and jerking and thrashing frantically under the young servant.
“Now. In her mouth again!” Raunak snapped.
Gasping, Anil lurched out of her anus and pulled her off the table to her knees before him and quickly forced his cock into her mouth. Anita sucked it greedily, her head rocking swiftly back and forth. Anil fucked her face hungrily, rocking her head back and forth between his legs, pumping his hips at the same time. Within seconds, he came with a shuddering groan and she opened her mouth and let him watch his jizz spurt into her throat and spatter her face.
Gasping, he stepped back, muttering his thanks. She smiled up at him, licking his cum off her lips with a lascivious ripple of her tongue. Anil grinned and, reaching down, scooped cum off her cheek and pressed it to her mouth. Pulling up his jock-strap, he began to clear the table. Anita returned to her chair and took a deep draught of her orange juice.
“Now,” Raunak murmured with a smile. “Talk to me. Tell me all.”
]]>To my shock, I saw her ex-lover trying to force-fuck her. She struggled against him.
“Please, Suresh! Leave me alone! I’m engaged now! I don’t love you any more!”
He was in no mood to listen. He forced a kiss. I messaged her. What’s happening? No reply. Through the window, I saw her respond to the beep of my incoming message. To my shock, she saw it — and put it aside.
Suresh pushed her phone aside and kissed her again. “Reshma, remember the days you’d beg me to fuck you harder and faster and you’d bite me and scratch me all over!” That was another shock. She’d always told me earlier that it was he who was very rough with her. Reshma protested that all that was in the past, that she was engaged and would be marrying me shortly. Suresh persisted, saying he still loved her and loved being with her.
He began stripping her. She resisted — but only briefly. I saw her help him take off her tee-shirt. He opened out her bra and started sucking on her nipples, biting them like a hungry animal. I was in a trance: my sweet fiancée would soon be fucked by her ex-lover! I exploded in my pants at the mere thought of it.
The silence was shattered by her moan. “Ohhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Please stop it Sureshhhhh, please! Ohhhhhhhhh … agghhhhhhh …” And then, “Please … please don’t force me … I don’t want to do it with you … please …”
Suresh said nothing. He went down and removed her jeans. Again, she resisted only briefly before helping him take them off. He took off her panties and started tickling her pussy with his tongue.
“Don’t you like this, Reshma?” he said. “Now tell me you still want me to stop doing it!”
She moaned. “Suresh! Please stop! Aaaahhhhh ohhhhhhh … oh my god!”
“Don’t you love this, Reshma? Tell me the truth!” He started licking her pussy again.
He started tongue-fucking her. This is something she likes very much. Slowly, her nooos turned out to moans of pleasure. “Ohhhhh Suresh! Ahhhhhhhhh … ohhhhhhhhhhh … yeahhhhh … yessssssss!”
Now she had stopped resisting him. She spread her legs and pressed his head against her pussy with her hand. And there I was, standing outside my fiancée’s window, hidden by her potted plants, and I was in heaven and in shock seeing my faithful fiancée enjoying getting her pussy licked by her ex-lover.
Suresh removed his tee-shirt and his pants and briefs. He was rock-hard, and much longer and thicker than me. His dick was three times the size of my small one. She was ecstatic seeing his huge cock. She always told me she hates giving blowjobs but here I was wathcing my sweet fiancée ready to lick and suck that huge dick. He brought it to her face.
“Reshma, do you still want me to stop? Let me know and I will not continue … I still remember how much you use to love my dick!”
She moaned and took his dick in her mouth and started sucking it with a intense pleasure.
“I can’t take it any more! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me hard! I want it now!” she cried.
She positioned his dick at her pussy and pressed her body towards his dick and screaming, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh gawddddddddd yesssssss I love your dick ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm haaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
They started enjoying the fuck. Outside the window, I was frigging madly with one hand and messaging her with the other, saying Januuu whatz happening? Her phone beeped again. She saw my message.
“Who is it?” Suresh asked.
“My fiance,” she gasped and pushed the phone aside.
Suresh laughed and started pumping her hard, biting her nipples and now she was moaning loudly. Suresh asked her to be quieter, but her moans only grew louder. “Fuck me ahhhhhhhhaaahhhh fuck me uuuufffffffff yyyaaaaaaa fuck me yeeessssss!”
“You like my dick, don’t you?” he grunted.
“Ohhhhhh my god yesssssss! I want it! Always!” she cried.
She had already come twice. Now Suresh was about to explode. “I’m cumming!” he cried. “Ohhhh agggggghhhh!”
“Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh! Fuck me harder!” she moaned.
He exploded his big load of cum right inside her pussy.
They lay together for a while, kissing. It was three-thirty in the morning. Reshma picked up her phone and replied, saying her ex-lover had forced himself on her, and that he’d just left.
I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.
]]>Then there was Zaheed’s brother Imran, a tall, 6-foot, fair and hansome guy, quite the opposite of Zaheed’s dark bony features. I had never seen his cock though. And there were Bhadresh, a Gujarati into family business, and Mahesh, a Kutchi guy with a hot looking mom.
Waqar and I used to first massage Zaheed, and then they would massage me. Zahhed made me lie on my chest and, facing me, always massaged my shoulders and upper back and so gave the oppurtunity to suck his lovely hard cock. Waqar sat between my legs and massaged my thighs and asscheeks, paying special attention to my asshole by rimming and inserting his tongue. He used to prepare my ass for Zaheed to fuck.
Eventually, Zaheed would fuck my asshole deep and rough inspite of my saying jara aaste chod mujhe. Waqar used to suck my cock while Zaheed fucked me, or let me suck his. After Zaheed had filled my asshole with his hot cum, Waqar would take over and fuck my cum-filled asshole sucking Zaheed and making him hard again. Zaheed would then fuck Waqar.
Our conversation was mostly on my newly found cunthole, Sunita. Kya boobs hai yaar … chodne me kitna maja aayega, Zaheed said. Pehle mujhe toh chod lene de, aakhir mein mujhe pata hai, mera girl friend hai tum saalo ka bhabhi hai woh.
Fucking Sunita was all I looked forward to every evening after sunset. The terrace was my fuck place. Sometimes I used to meet her outside. We’d sit in a garden, converse, have wada pavs and on way back home, I fucked her standing in the entrance of any building. But the terrace gave us the privacy to be naked, to explore each other’s bodies, and fuck three or four times, for me to feel the warmth of her hot chut and mouth, her boobs, to lick and bite her nipples, suck her earlobes. With my cock deep in her cunt hole I kissed her forehead and eyes, caressing her lovely silky hairs, and talked dirty.
“Zaheed’s asking when I’m bringing bhabhi so that he can fuck her too,” I told Sunita.
“Who is bhabhi?” she asked.
“My friends call you bhabhi as you are my maal,” I explained.
“Who Zaheed?” asked Sunita shyly. “That kalia?”
“Yes. But that kalia has a mast lund,” I said, and taking her hands, showed her his size. “Itna bada hai aur mota bhi, aur kya mast chodta hai saala, tu usse chudate huwe dekhne mein kya maja aayega!”
“Sharam naayi aata hai kya, apne girlfriend ke baare mein aissa sochne mein?” she retorted.
“Tu jo ab kar raaha hai usme sharam nahin aati?” I shot back.
“That’s because I love you,” she said, but I felt her breathe faster and thrust her groin wildly upwards to meet my downward pushes.
Her cunt had become slippery wet at mention of Zaheed.
“Soch tere upar main nahin Zaheed chada hai, apna bada lund se tere chut ko chod raaha hai aur tu kutti jaissi chudwa raahi hai,” I said, and came hot and wild, arching herself and holding my ass trying to take it all in her wet cunt.
A few days later, my parents had to go to their hometown to attend a family wedding and my house was empty for ten days. I fucked Sunita in my house, on the bed, on the floor, on the sofa, on the kitchen platform, under the shower in the bathroom, in virtually every corner of the house. We spent more hours fucking, as Sunita now came at three o’clock in the afternoon and only left by eight and was naked all that time giving me enough time to explore a female body. I still ventured talks about Zaheed.
“Bula lu kya?”
“Kis liye?”
“Tujhe chodne ke liye aur kis liye?”
“Paagal ho gaaya hai kya? Kyun tujhe achi nahin lagti? Mujhe tu acha lagta hai!”
“Aur mere girlfriend ko koi chode woh mujhe acha lagta hai…”
And she used to come into my arms, kiss me wildly and eventually we ended up fucking.
I knew she was now ready. But how to introduce her?
Zaheed was my next door neighbour. Luckily, his house was empty too as his parents had brought another flat in Andheri and were spending a few days there.
Sunita was to come at three. I told Zaheed to latch my main door from outside and to keep a watch for her from the balcony and leave his main door slightly ajar.
Sunita arrived on time. She saw the latch on my door. Zaheed opened his door and Sunita turned towards him and asked, where is Atul?
Zaheed said, “He’s gone out to bring some notes. He’ll be back by four. Atul said you should wait for him in my house.”
Sunita hesitated for a moment, but then agreed and entered Zaheed’s house. Zaheed closed the main door, blocking my view from the peep hole. Later, he told me that he offered her a Thums Up, and while she was drinking it, he went into his bedroom, stripped and came out naked with a big hardon and stood in front of Sunita. He took the half empty glass from her hands kept it on the table, held her by her shoulders and made her stand and then, with one move, taking the hem rim of her kurta, lifted it above her head and threw it on the floor, unknotted her salwaar’s string. It fell to the floor between her legs. As usual she was wearing no panties, and now my girl friend who claimed a dozen times a day that she loved me and couldn’t stay without me stood only in her bra in front of my friend.
Zaheed took her to his bedroom, removed her bra and said, “Kya boobs hai, chodte chodte dabane mein maja aayega.” Pointing to his hard cock he asked her, “Aissa lund dekha hai kya?”
And then he fucked her. Fucked her two or three times in an hour. At four o’clock, I saw My sunita quietly open Zaheed’s door, say to him, “Atul ko bolna mat,” and then she rang my doorbell.
My flat was on the ground floor. I had jumped from the balcony and opened the latch to my door. My freshly-fucked Sunita looked lovely. There was a gleam in her eyes, her skin shone, her hair tousled, lipstick gone.
“Aaj badi sexxi lag raahi hai,” I said. “Kahin se chudwa kar aa rahi hai kya?_”
She said, “tujhe kya lagta hai main hamesa chodti raheti hoon?_”
Without wasting more time, I fucked her. Knowing that Zaheed must have fucked her hard , the smell of Zaheed off her body and mouth making her all the more exciting to me, I fucked her rough till I came deep into her wet slippery cunt which still had Zaheed’s cum oozing out and lubricating my cock.
The next few days were the same. I now didn’t need to latch my door, as Zaheed used to wait for her in the entrance and take her to his flat first, fuck her and then send her back to me. After few days it was time for my parents to return. While fucking Sunita, I told her to meet me at Zaheed’s house tomorrow. She seemed reluctant but finally agreed.
The next day, Zaheed and I were waiting in his hall when she rang the bell. Zaheed opened the door, but Sunita came straight to my arms. I hugged her and gave her a deep kiss on her lips, carressing a few hair strands that fell on her face. Still holding her in my arms, I formally introduced her to Zaheed. She said, “Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you from Atul.”
I took her to his bedroom, stripped her and admiring her naked body said, “Come let’s fuck.”
I fucked her nice and slow and deep, kissing her everywhere and saying the exciting things to her that I had on my mind. After the fuck, we rested beside each other. I asked if she’d like to have a beer. She said yes. I said I’d got and get some from the wine shop, would be back in about thirty minutes. I dressed and opened the bedroom door and looked at her lying naked on the bed and told her to lock the door from inside. She did. Outside, I told Zaheed loudly enough for her to hear that I was going to the beer shop and asked him to look after her if she needed anything. I opened his main door and slammed it shut. I never actually left the house, but stood out in his balcony. A few minutes later, as planned, Zaheed tapped on the bedroom door. Still naked, Sunita opened it and drew him in. Zaheed closed the door, but didn’t latch it from the inside. He went straight to fuck her.
I got a stool and watched them through the ventilator. It was quite a sight to see the girl who said she loved me entwine her legs around Zaheed’s lower back, hold him tight in her arms and have her cunt take his every push.
“Atul to nahin na aayega?” she asked.
“Aaya to bell bajeyga, na?” he said.
I went to the kitchen, quitely opened the fridge, got a couple of bottles of beer, opened them and went into the bedroom. Sunita saw me.
“Oh my god,” she cried and started to get up.
Zaheed held her down and continued fucking her wildly. Unable to entangle herself, she hid her face in her hands. Zaheed slapped her.
”_Saali, kutti, sharmati hai? _Chaar dinse roz chudwa raahi hai mere saath!”
I asked Zaheed, “Kaissa chut hai?”
He replied, “Mast ghilli-ghilli chut hai saali ka.”
I said, “Chod saali ko. Usse sirf lund chahiye.”
After Zaheed finished, I mounted her pushing Zaheed’s hot cum deep into her pussy. Zaheed gave me his cock to suck and he was hard again. As soon as I came he took his turn fucking Sunita.
The next day we were joined by Waqar. So: always had her first when I was present. Zaheed and Waqar took turns fucking her hot chut. Sometimes when Zaheed or Waqar used to fuck I’d say, now get down and let me fuck my wife, and when I was fucking her, Waqar would say, akela hi bhabhi ko chodega kya? mujhe bhi chodne de apna bhabhi ko!
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