Let me tell you about few of my friends. I have already mentioned Zaheed. Then there was Waqar, short 5-foot something, stout and dark. His cock was small, a mere 5 inches, but hard as a piece of wood.

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!