Here’s Vinod, one of Mala’s latest “main squeezes” — 17 years old, hung like a horse and a wild sense of humour. He likes playing sex games, particularly dumb charades based on Hindi movie sex scenes. He wants Mala (or Sonu or Lajja, all of whom he has fucked in the last week) to dress up so that they look ekdum fillum-ishtar (just like film stars) and then he makes them do some dance, some sizzling number as best as they can.
Vinod never, ever wears underpants. “Beech mein aa jate hain,” he explains. “It comes in the way. Jab choosvana ka time aata hai toh saala lafda hoh jata hain! When it’s time to get my cock sucked, there’s trouble. This is the best — just pull down the zip, take out my rod and tell the whore to take it in her mouth! Yehi fit hai — bas chain khincho, lavda nikalo aur saali rahnd ko moonh mein lene ko bolo!” Can’t argue with that.
The ladies adore him. They laugh at his antics and pranks and willingly surrender to him. Sonu especially has a very soft spot for him (and that’s apart from the one between her legs!) Vinod claims that fucking married women, especially older married women, is a real high. “Aur rundi ka marad saamne bethke sab kuch dekh raha ho — kaise mein uske aurat ki izzat loot-ta hoon, kaise usko sacchi rundi ki tarah, gaali de ke chodhta hoon, toh aur bhi mazaa ata hai! And when the cuck-hub is sitting right there and watching everything — how I’m fucking her honour, how I’m fucking her like a real whore, dirty words and all — then it’s that much better!”
His stamina is quite something. On Sunday afternoon, he fucked Lajja’s face non-stop for almost twenty minutes and, believe me, it’s not every guy who can keep from cumming when she gets going. And she was really going. And then he started fucking her and, man, he really took his time over it. She’s really a beauty, as I’ve told you before, and it was a treat to watch. He had her on her back on our large, low coffee table and, grinning like a schoolboy, he crushed this monster cock into her cunt very slowly, making sure that her husband, Bharat, wasn’t missing a thing. A full 15 minutes later, he was still going, not missing a beat, just pumping in and out, in and out, in and out, his cock glistening. She was going berserk on the table, her tits jiggling, her face flipping from side to side.
When he figured he’d had enough of that he stopped — and started tongue- and finger-fucking her hard. Lajja went crazy, moaning loudly and begging him to fuck her hard. Needless to say, he was quick to oblige: now he got on the table with his hips at the edge and made her sit on his cock.
“Ab naach mere lavde pe, saali rahnd!” he said. “Now dance on my cock, you fucking whore!”
Bharat and Hitesh and I watched in awe as he fucked Lajja hard like that, holding her under her thighs and hammering his hips up and down under her. We could see her cunt going up and down the length of this shaft (by the way, it’s even bigger when it’s fully up) and could also hear the loud slaps of his thighs against her buttocks. She had one orgasm and still he kept going. Then he took her again (now we’re a good half hour into it) on the floor from behind and that was some sight. He sat on the edge of the table and pulled her cunt back onto his cock. He wasn’t moving himself, but, holding her waist, rocking her whole body back and forth — and quite savagely — on his cock, dragging her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. That was some sight — seeing Lajja on her forearms and knees, rocking back and forth, crying out desperately. At last he decided to get going and got off the table, but astride her hips, squatting, crushing his cock really deep into her cunt and started ram-fucking her in that position. The poor thing was quite beyond words now, just crying out and moaning feverishly. He came in her mouth of course.
Wahid, the new gurkha — the security guard — in our building. Slim, dark, and very heavily hung. Loves butt-fucks. Sonu is his favourite and they make quite a pair — her fair, petite body trembling and quivering under or over his, her lovely breasts jumping and jiggling when he pounds her cunt with his cock.
It’s quite a sight to see his big hands working her breasts, squeezing them and toying with her nipples, or him putting a finger — or two — deep into her cunt while he licks her slit. He loves doing that, too, and his tongue is heavy and long and thick. Sonu goes wild. The other day I watched them at her place. The audience consisted of myself, Sonu’s husband Hitesh and their young mharaj (cook) Roopchand. The mharaj was frigging openly and I noticed that he, too, has a nice big cock and, evidently, is no stranger to Sonu.
What I really enjoy about these sessions is the look on Hitesh’s face because, even after all this time, he has not got fully attuned to seeing his wife enjoy herself with another man. Oh, he does get excited, no doubt about that, but the jealousy is intense and visible. Sonu no longer cares — I think it arouses her also to know that Hitesh doesn’t like it, but in the circumstances now really can’t do much about it. Unlike me, he is an unwilling cuckold in many ways though he likes to pretend otherwise.
I mean, try and imagine it if you can: Sonu, delicate, pretty, petite, sweating and whimpering and moaning like a whore, begging to be fucked — and begging the Muslim gurkha at that! Her legs spreading wide in eager welcome, the guy’s big dark cock slowly crushing into her sweet pussy, her body arching in unfaked, obvious joy, her legs winding tight about his hips. Then she makes it worse by kissing him hard, her tongue venturing deep into his mouth and then she arches her back so that he can suck her swollen breasts.
“Ahiste chodh mujhe, Wahid,” she says. “Fuck me slowly, Wahid … Koi jaldi nahin hai … bahut time hai No rush … we’ve lots of time … OHHHHHHHH uhh hanhhhhhhh … OHMA Wahid uhhhhh OHHHHHHHHHHH unnhhhh OH un OH OH OH un hanh hanh hanh chul! Lele mujhe hanh! C’mon! Take me! Yes uhh oh yes uhhh OHHHHHHH!”
Their bodies are bucking together on the living room floor, Wahid’s hips plunging up and down, his dark cock glistening in and out of her cunt. He kisses her again and then looks up at Hitesh.
“Dekh rahe ho ha sa’ab? Dekh rahe ho na hum apki aurat ko kaise chodh rahen hain? Dekho toh, suno, suno! Suno uski awaaz, kaise tadap rahi hain, kaise bhik maag rahi hai! Kaise lagta hai, sa’ab, apni khandan ki izzat aise loot-te hue dekh-ke? Batao to sahi sa’ab! Are you watching, my master? Watching how I fuck your wife? Look, look and listen, just listen to her! Listen to her, chief, how she’s begging for it! How does it feel, master, seeing your family’s honour taken right before your eyes? Tell me, boss, tell me!”
And, finally, this is Ravi, one of Mala’s several trainer-bulls from the gym. Just look at the hose on the guy! It’s enough to put anyone to shame. And with that body! He’s very macho (even with that silly pierced nipple), but he and Mala really make a combustible pair. I can watch them endlessly. She loves caressing his body, tracing the contours of his muscles with her finger-tips, kissing and licking him delicately till she is down on her knees in front of him.
Not surprisingly, Ravi is a truly accomplished stud — great skill, incredible stamina (naturally, given his fitness levels!) and with a uniquely exciting ability to move seamlessly from the fierce, rough, demanding stuff to a gentle tenderness. Mala says that it’s an incredible feeling — one minute being hammered from head to toe and the very next as if she is lying wet, naked in the winter sun with the softest of breezes caressing her body. I have seen him explore every inch (and I mean every inch) of her body with just his tongue and fingertips, for over 20 minutes. At the end, she was breathless yet not out of breath, aroused but not frantic, just simmering with desire. She says she felt like one big mass of lust and he had set every nerve end tingling, made it come alive. He slows her down, makes her languid and languourous. Even her cock-sucking is slower and deeper. The whole thing is infinitely intense.
I make it a point to “set the mood” for them with appropriately soft lighting — mostly lots and lots of lightly scented candles — and music, usually something ambient with the sound of rippling water or waves. He doesn’t so much tongue-fuck her as caress her cunt with his tongue. She likes to suck him on his back, so that she can play with his cock, rub her breasts over it, lick his shaft up and down, suck on his huge balls.
When he enters her, it is sometimes a slow squeeze through and through, and he penetrates her very deep. It drives the breath slowly from her body and his inching forward is met with a corresponding arching of her body against his till, finally, their loins are jammed together. Then I hear my wife moan, her voice thick and laden with lust, and see her fingers clenching his taut buttocks, pulling him even deeper into her flesh.
“Fuck me,” she groans. “Please Ravi … fuck me! I want you! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”
Ravi prefers to fuck her in the open, out on our terrace or on the balcony. On the terrace, he will lay her down gently on the soft turf of my little lawn, or make her mount him or take her from behind (their favoured position). Sometimes, he will act as if he is entering her slowly, just letting his cock-head pop into her cunt and then, suddenly and without warning, will ram in straight and hard. It keeps her guessing and off-balance and adds a nice edge of the unexpected to their copulations. He will then fuck her savagely for several minutes, holding her waist or shoulders and yanking her cunt down brutally on his cock. She cries out frantically, unable — and unwilling to stop him — and then, just as suddenly, he slows down to a gentle rocking. Mala goes wild with the intensity of lust.
The best times, of course, are when Ravi has both sisters together. It’s a real treat to watch them sucking his cock together, see one of them on his face and the other bucking on his cock. Vinod does that, too, but he prefers it if it’s Mala and one of the maids so that there is some element of lesbian sex in it, too — particularly Leela, who is Vinod’s favourite among the maids.
