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[Krishan202]

"I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming," screamed Manjari. I could sense the desperation in her voice. She was pleading with him to finish her. There was a fear in her voice; her euphoria was so intense, she could not contemplate losing this joy.


Her screams of "I'm coming" echoed around my mind. Her pleas conveyed the immense power Gani wielded over her. He had total control, and her pleasure was at his mercy. He could deliver the ultimate climax, delay her, or even forbid her such elusive, explosive happiness. Gani's draconian, monopolistic grip over Manjari's joy was apparent in her screams. She knew she could not garner the same pleasure at the hands of another man.


Manjari was like a beautiful, innocent deer under the firm grip of a lion. Up until now, her ass moving back and forth could be seen as futile attempts to escape the clutches of this beast. However, her pleas of "I'm coming" conveyed a more significant meaning. They were pleas of acceptance. It's as if she accepted that this brute had won. She was captured, penetrated, and pleasured by an alpha male worthy of her submission, devotion, and admiration.



Manjari's omission of her new ownership was obvious. I could sense Gani coming to the same realization. Sadly, my deepest fears came true. I wept as Gani let go of her hair. It was time. He was going in for the kill. He knew by proceeding; he would give Manjari the most incredible pleasure, simultaneously inflicting the utmost pain upon me. He was in his element. He thrived on both her joy and my misery.


Manjari's head fell forward, her radiant, luxurious hair finally at peace, resting on her back. Gani, unhappy with her position, pushed her head down further, thus flattening her back. Surveying what lay in front of him, he placed both hands at the top of either ass cheek, gripping them forcefully, his blunt claws slightly piercing her soft skin. This monomaniacal focus now gave him total mastery of that one area. The rest of Manjari no longer existed. He had hijacked her ass, and it belonged to him. He pressed down while thrusting his full muscular specimen inside her, allowing him to drive deeper into a depth previously unknown. Manjari let out a squeal, a scream like never before. Like a great explorer, Gani had discovered and conquered unknown land, the soil of which was both rich and fertile.


As he penetrated, her ass gyrated up and down while in a constant state of vibration. Each ascent of his cock resulted in three distinct mechanical reactions, which became like clockwork. His brutish grunt accompanied his thrust. In tune, Manjari's singular scream soon followed. The final stage in the cycle was the brief parting of her cheeks as she rose. In that split second, a momentary spread of her butt unveiled a joyous glimpse of her rosebud asshole.





My gaze turned to him. He was like an animal in heat. His large frame was glistening with sweat, accentuated further by the symmetry of his muscles. Perspiration started to form canals within his six-pack crevices, meeting at their final point, then dripping routinely onto Manjaris ass.


He pounded and pounded. There was no more foreplay, no more games. He had seen the finish line, and he was not going to relent until Manjari reached orgasm. His balls sack swang back and forth in an erratic, yet controlled motion. They were like waves crashing against the base of a cliff. As they crashed against the depths off her body, I could see that they were so large, round, and uncompromising. Manjari must have known how big they were. She must have compared them with mine. Anxiety came over me like never before.


"Uh, Uh, Uh," was followed by protracted silence. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," screamed Manjari in ecstasy, her legs trembling vigorously. Gani had achieved unanimous victory; he had won. He pleasured my wife in a way that I could never comprehend, in my bed, and at my home.


The enormity of this realization was just sinking in. Yet Gani was still going. Alas, for the alpha male, pleasuring a woman is simply a byproduct of satisfying himself. "Aggh, Aggh, Aggh," he grunted as he collapsed his large frame upon her. Gani had just cum inside my wife.


Manjari's long brunette hair was now a mess, conveniently covering both sides of her face, her head pressed against her pillow. Gile's sweaty body lay atop hers, and he was still inside her. I could no longer see her body. His large frame engulfed her.


Gani stood up, turned, and looked at me directly, saying nothing. I could sense he wanted me to look down in the direction of his cock; he was goading me. I dreaded this moment, often speculating if he was big. Sometimes I felt I was worried about nothing. Given the confidence in his eyes, I knew it was not good. I looked downwards, stopping halfway. My mouth collapsed, his cock was monstrous. I held my stare, and my mouth swelled. He was flaccid, but it was apparent he was previously engorged. Admittedly, it was a sight to behold. Bright blue veins pulsated through his penis like grids of live electricity. His power lay in his girth; he was thick, meaty thick.


A tear ran down my cheek. I couldn't gain the strength to remove it. I switched my gaze to Manjari, and my memory was momentarily blank. There she lay, her deceptive beauty was no longer hidden. Her long, naturally brunette hair ran down the length of her back. Her cute butt protruded upwards with a distinct, tight, curved appearance. My hatred and anger went away, and I felt warm, fuzzy thoughts. Manjari was my baby, and I loved her.





Suddenly, a shadow came over my beautiful view. Gani's stretched his large muscular thighs either side of her. Pressing both fists to the bed, he pushed himself further and composed himself at her upper back, straddling her. She seemed so close, but now she looks so far away. Gani tidied up her hair, folding it behind her ears. I could see Manjaris face again. Her eyes now wet, she'd been crying.


She turned, "Raju, I'm so sorry."


What a gut-wrenching image. My baby is saying I'm sorry. I felt like hugging her, crying beside her as we did many times. I moved forward, and my vision zoomed out. I saw the full image. My wife was naked under this impostor. This gorilla who had manipulated her was playing with her ears, massaging her back.


I know by the way she said I'm sorry, the way she called my name, there was still something there. I moved further towards her, approaching her from the side of the bed. The picture got worse; it was ugly, pornographic, and seedy. His fat, hairy, cock rested against her back in the cusp of her hair. It was curled up, almost asleep, and facing me. It was overwhelmingly thick and disgusting. I felt an urge to vomit as something beautiful, innocent, and angelic was submerged under a grotesque monster.


I had to rescue her, "Manjari, it's OK, I love you. Don't be sorry."


Manjari started to cry, "Please don't do this, Raju, please. You're a proud person."



I said, "But Manjari I have to do, I love you, we can work through this"


Gani said, "Look, Raju. I should be upset, not you. You've no right to look at my girlfriend naked. Especially as Mr. Johnson pleasures her." Gani grinned, he knew he was about to rub salt into a wound.


Without thinking, I said, " Mr. Johnson?". Why did I say that out loud?


Gani laughed, "Manjari tell him who Mr. Johnson is"


Manjari just shook her head and pressed her face against the pillow.


"That's OK, baby," said Gani as he rubbed her back.


Gani looked back in my direction, "Mr. Johnson is Manjari's pet name for my penis. She said it gives her a pleasure she never knew existed, so much, so it deserves a name."


Manjari, "Gani!"


Gani pulled her hair behind her ears and patted her head as if Manjari was his disobedient daughter, "It's OK, honeybun. If you can't tell him, I will."


Gani continued, "Manjari named my cock Mr. Johnson Raju, not me. Manjari sucks the cum out of him every day. I don't have to ask her to suck me. She can't sleep if my cum isn't in her tummy.


Manjari buried her face in the pillow, "Gani!"





Gani said, "No, Manjari, I'm not going through this monotony again. He'll learn"


Gani turned back to me, "That reminds me. I noticed you trying to catch a glimpse of my girlfriend's little asshole. She laughed when she told me why you never wanted to fuck her ass; it's because you thought her cute butt was precious. Well, I agree it's an adorable butt. I've wanted it ever since I was in the front row at your wedding. Her white, tight dress really put her ass on display that day. I knew then and there; I had to have it.


That's the difference between me and you, Raju. I don't appreciate and dream about things. I see them, and I take them, I make them mine. I didn't just stare at her ass. I was man enough to take the virginity of her sweetest point."