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]]>The arrests were effected in the fourth floor flat of Spring Heaven Apartments in Begumpet’s Umanagar late on Sunday night. A film dubbing assistant was the main organiser of the racket, police said. The prostitution racket surfaced exactly four days after a Task Force team arrested actor Ravi Teja’s brothers – Bharat and Raghu, their friend D Naresh – and a Nigerian drug peddler Chima Clement for possession of cocaine.
]]>But business is booming in the dingy by-lanes of Khapra Mohal locality in Kanpur. The export menu includes leather-hogties, leather sex-swings, wrist and ankle cuffs with connectors, blindfolds, thongs, lingerie … you name it. Exporters say their main markets are the US, UK, Australia, Germany, Canada, West Asia and South East Asia.
This is one business that recession has no impact on. “Last year, even during the slump in the international market, fetish wear and sex toys sold well in cities like New York and London,” says Dharmesh, owner of a leather unit in the Banther Industrial Area close to the Kanpur-Lucknow National Highway 25. He and many others have their profits all tied up with the lucrative fetish and bondage industry in the West worth $3 billion.
Kanpur’s leather hub has over 400 tanneries and nearly 2,000 small and big exporters. The total volume of exports is in the region of Rs 3,500 crore. This is projected to touch Rs 5,200 crore by 2012. Most of these exporters have now added sex stuff to their bouquet. For an average exporter, the business from fetish fashion accounts for anywhere between Rs 1 crore and Rs 5 crore.
Most of the orders come online. “Besides, foreigners often visit us and sometimes guide us on the design of a particular product. They place orders in person as well,” says another exporter. Recently, a German couple flew down to Kanpur and placed bulk orders for leather sex swings, he says.
Normally, it’s the small manufacturers who are into production of these toys. Since, they have limited access to the international market, they sell it to big exporters who then market the products abroad.
The hottest selling items are leather sex swings, leather hogtie and wrist and ankle restraints. “These items are crafted by a team of experienced professionals who monitor various processes like polishing, cutting, and stitching,” says an exporter operating from Khapra Mohal. With bondage chic making its appearance on catwalks, the demand for leather corsets and lingerie has also gone up.
All these exporters operate online, mostly using b2b portals to market their products. This online promotion, however, often gets them weird queries from prospective desi clients. “We get scores of calls every week from different cities. First they ask about products and then graduate to narrating their sexual problems,” says an exporter. “And we have to explain to them that we are not sex counsellors.”
]]>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.
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