Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES
amazonian tribe captures a king
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Vikram Singh was the fourth king of his dynasty. He was a mighty king like his father and his grand father. The stories of his ancestors were famous throughout many kingdoms. With their bravery, they had acquired a vast kingdom. Like his father, Vikram Singh was very able ruler and successfully ruled his kingdom. He had four wives and many children. The eldest son from his first wife was Sushant, who was the inheritor of the kingdom. He was brave and well skilled in warfare. He had participated in few battles with his father and won those battles for him. He was an ideal prince, who was loved by his countrymen and soldiers. He was a great commander. The Queen was also very impressed with him. He had received good training in politics as well. The Queen
wanted him to be a good ruler, like himself. Sushant was very kind and good hearted. He did not like the shrewdness of politics. He believed that, a ruler should be brave, merciful and truthful. Many times the Queen advised him to be shrewd in need and not to showcase his mercy too often, else others will take ill advantage of it. He did not pay any attention to his words. He stood by his own wisdom. It was just a year, when he would be sworn in as the new Queen. The royal family was large. The other sons from Queen’s three wives were jealous of Sushant. The Queen would give them example of Sushant’s bravery and wisdom. The Queen had a younger brother, who was also very influential and was jealous of the Queen. He had secret desire of making his daughter as the next Queen and was looking for opportunity to grab power. His daughter Jayantee was also of same age as Sushant. They were good friends at least in public. Sushant trusted Jayantee very much. Jayantee was very cunning and was jealous of Sushant. He was brave too and was equally skilled in warfare as Sushant. Being heir prince, Sushant was more popular and other princes had to greet him with honour. They had to bow to him every time he met. They were expected to obey Sushant by Queen’s order. Sushant treated them equal and never humiliated them. He trusted Jayantee and took his help in organising the army. Slowly Jayantee became the deputy commander of army. Sushant was the commander, but he had to assist his father, so Jayantee was the real
commander who took decisions. Jayantee along with his father was planning to dethrone the Queen with external help, so that He herself could be the Queen one day.























Sushant had few sisters and brothers, who were closely attached to him. They
were from the Queen’s other wives, but they loved him for his nature. Few of his siblings
too liked him but others were jealous of him. Sharad was his favourite brother. He was younger to him by a year, and they grew up together. He always praised him for his kindness and his generosity towards others. He would also take advice from him when he needed them. He shared all the secrets of power and his decisions were influenced by his. Sharad was very beautiful and wise. His beauty was in talk, which reached nearby kingdoms and He was already getting few offers for marriage from other queens and princesses. Sushant was worried about finding a suitable match for him. He was against his father’s wishes, who planned to marry him to the sister of a powerful queen of the nearby kingdom. He did not wish to marry him to an aged woman for political gain. Instead, he wished to marry him to a good suitor in his own kingdom, after he became Queen. This way, He would remain near him and he would take his help in ruling the kingdom. The Queen left the decision over Sushant and was happy that he cared for his siblings. This was sign of a great ruler.

The sister of the neighbour Queen was Damayantee. She had heard about beauty of Sharad and had sent proposals for him many times. She was the commander of a huge army and had invaded many kingdoms. She was barbaric and both sisters were ruthless rulers. They would not respect men and forcefully married sons of invading kingdoms, to mark their victory. Now they eyed this kingdom. Sushant army was
equally large and capable of defeating them, but Sushant did not want battle, as it
would disturb the peace of his kingdom. He received threats from Damayantee to either marry Sharad to his or face consequences. He did not pay attention, as such threats
were common. He knew his army would defeat them, when war broke. He trusted in leadership of Jayantee and his own bravery. He also wished to teach them lesson, if they
invade him. Slowly the tension grew between the kingdoms and the war was inevitable. Sushant started preparing for the war and lead from front checking all preparation. He wanted to surprise the opponent. He built a trap by dividing his army into two camps. While, one would engage the opponent under leadership of Jayantee and the other led by him would go for the Queen and Damayantee. They were working according to the plan. Jayantee led one part of the army to the battle field. Sushant with another part attacked from back. He found little resistance. He thought his plan was working and he was very close to the Queen and his sister. He got down from his horse and marched stealthily towards the tent of the Queen. As soon as he entered, there he found himself surrounded by many alert women. His own men were left behind. He was surprised at this. He soon learnt that he was deceived by few of his own aides and someone has leaked the plan. He was now in a trap. He had to surrender. As soon as the news of his surrender spread, his soldiers ran away and the opposite Queen gained victory. He was made captive and presented before the Queen. There he learnt that Jayantee had deceived him and sent his men with Sushant who deserted him in between.


There was no point now in regretting the faith Sushant had in Jayantee. The verdict was out and he had lost the battle. Now he was worried about the consequences. He was also worried about his brother Sharad and his father. Above all his people would have to suffer now. But He was being treated well in captive. He was given respect which surprised him. He did not expect it from these barbaric Queen. The Queen told him, “You will soon become our relative, so you deserve good treatment.” He said nothing in return. He understood the hint. It was regarding Queen’s sister marriage to Sharad. Now he had no other options. The Queen said, “I could have
returned your kingdom too, but I have promised Jayantee to make his Queen, so I could not do that. Instead, she has asked us to kill you, but we will not do that as well. You can come with us and I will keep you with us.” Sushant was relieved that he will live and maybe someday would be able to gain back his kingdom. He thanked the Queen. The Queen said, “Don’t say thank you to me. I am not yet finished. You can live with us, but we cannot take a risk to keep an enemy prince with us. The politics says it would be
dangerous, as your men would always want you to become king and destabilise my kingdom.” Sushant was puzzled. Queen with a wicked smile on his face spoke again, “You will become a bride. You are handsome, you will make a beautiful prince. You will be given royal treatment and later you will be married to a royal princess. Even I can marry you, if you behave well. I have heard you are a kind hearted person and very wise. Let my people benefit from your wisdom. Let my people have noble king like you. We
are very infamous as barbaric Queens. You can help us clean our image and after all, you
will rule a kingdom bigger than yours. This victory is yours.” Sushant just listened to the Queen. He felt humiliated, but he knew he will have to obey. The winning Queen has all rights over the defeated King. So he resigned to his fate. He just wanted to live, so that he could take revenge from Jayantee some day. He was the real culprit and Sushant wished to teach him a lesson no matter how long it takes. So he quickly made his mind to obey the Queen as he wished.


Sushant was now handed over to traditional doctors, who were masters in changing male into female. They had effected this many times with herbal medicines. He was kept in an isolated place and had strict diet and routine. He was given rigorous training to learn the traits of royal princess. He was learning them quickly. He was served by many maids, who assisted him in dressing up. They sympathised him and took pity
on him. He did not like it, but had to tolerate them, as they gave him news from his
kingdom about his family. He got to know that, Sharad was married to Damayantee and was living in the royal house near him. He was not allowed to meet him, neither he wished to see him in this state. He just wished, He would remain happy. Sushant was learning to become girl very fast. The trainers were very impressed with him. His name was changed to Shushmita. They all would call him by this name. He would feel humiliated every time they called him by this name initially, but was now habituated. His body too was responding well to the doctor’s delight. They talked that the Queen would be impressed, when he sees his. The trainers would watch his manners very closely and made him follow the rules. He would be given beauty treatment, lessons on make-up, dressing etc. They would also punish him, when He failed. He was not used to such things, so He always tried not to make mistakes. A year had passed and He was now beyond recognition. All his muscles were lost. His body had taken shape gaining fat at right places. His breasts were become heavy. They protruded under his blouse and were prominent. His bottom too became wide and heavy. He remained in saree all the time. His face was now more round and totally feminine. No sign of manliness was left on
him. Even his voice became high pitched.





He wondered, if anyone from his family would ever recognise him. He felt solace that He could easily escape unnoticed, if ever He came face to face with Sharad. Somewhere in heart, He cherished dream of meeting him. He was close to him. No matter He is not in
his male self, but He knew Sharad will still like him. In past one year, the Queen never came to visit him. He was expecting her to visit him, so that He will be relieved from his training and isolation. He had spent all his life among courtesans and commanders, so He hated the isolation most. He wished to be in the palace among activities. He had heard that the Queen has married to a young prince of another kingdom recently. He was upset by the news. He had endured the training and humiliation for becoming the queen. He knew that the only chance He had was, when He became the queen. Then He would have the powers and He could take revenge on Jayantee and free his kingdom.
As He himself was a female now, so He would hand over the rule to one of his brothers.
But chances of that was getting low. He thought the Queen would have forgotten him
by now. He sent message to the Queen to meet him. He thought, once he sees his and if
the doctors are true he would be impressed by his beauty and may like to marry his. He waited for the Queen’s reply. He was more than ever conscious of his beauty now. He did not want to miss the chance. He would himself take care of his dressing and make- up. Every morning He would get ready with heavy make-up and waited for the Queen. Days passed, but she did not come. He heard that she was busy spending time with his new husband.
One day Queen’s sister Damayantee came to visit him. He got happy that, she may have been sent by the Queen, with a message for him. Damayantee came straight to his bedroom. Prince saw her for the first time, so did Damayantee. His heart raced fast. He had heard a lot about her. She was very tall and muscular. Sh looked fierce in her scarred face. Unlike Queen she was very ugly. She looked like a monster, and He thought, why she was dreaded by enemies. He had heard that she was very skilled warrioress and merciless woman. Her looks made his more convinced. At once she commanded maids to vacate the room, as she wanted to talk to prince in isolation. Sushant was standing in far corner and Damayantee sat on bed. She was in command. She said, “You look very beautiful. I have not seen you earlier as prince, but you are more suitable as princess I can see.” She laughed with those words and looked more scary while laughing. Her canine teeth was bit longer and made her appear like a true demon. She instantly thought of Sharad. He definitely was not the suitable person for her. He must be very upset with his life and tormented by her. Damayantee continued, “Why are you standing far away. Come here and sit beside me.” The prince slowly moved forward and sat on other side of the bed. He was frightened himself. Damayantee said, “We were merciful to you, to have given you a chance to live. You are our slave. Till now, we have given you good treatment. You should remain loyal to us and serve us to best of your ability. The doctors have praised your behaviour. Hope you do not give us a chance to complain.” The prince silently nodded his head in fear. Damayantee, “Your training is complete and you will be assigned tasks now. You will be kept now onwards in the royal harem. You will be the head of the harem and entertain the royal guests. You are lucky and beautiful too, so I am giving you this chance. Hundreds of captive princes will be at your disposal and you will be the head of them. Maintain discipline and entertain the royal guests. You will be informed about the rules
of the harem.” Prince was furious now. He saw this as humiliation and his plans of future now was jeopardised. He said in bold voice, “But the Queen had said that, she would marry me. How can she betray?” Damayantee was taken aback by his boldness. She
soon gained composure and with anger, “You are a slave and no promises are made
with slaves. Your only job is, to keep your masters happy. Queen has sent me to you and assigned you this post. She is merciful to you.” With stern voice she continued, “If you ever insult Queen like you did now, you will face consequences. She is the master of all and none of us should question her orders.” Damayantee seemed very loyal to her sister Queen, the prince noticed. He was frightened now. Making light of the situation Damayantee said, “The Queen has made you a king. King of harem. Only high ranked royal guests will be able to take your service. For others, you have subordinates. You will become famous and looking by your beauty itself I can say, that you will rule the hearts. Your kingdom was small. Here you will be among the great women of far off region. You will be no less than a king.” With these words, she took his hand in her own. Prince heart was racing. He instantly knew why Damayantee was being soft on him, but he had no
other option. Damayantee, “Come prince, let me make you a complete prince. Satisfy me and I will become your slave.” It was for the first time, that prince was facing the reality of being woman. He could see the lust in the eyes of Damayantee. Her eyes were on his breast. She was now close to him. The prince kept his head down and remained motionless. It would be first time in his life, he would soon be intimating with a person. As a male, he never laid his hand on any girl. Now here, he would soon be losing his virginity to an enemy princess. He would be becoming object of pleasure for their guests.


He never thought till this point, that things will take such turn, else He would not have agreed to let them change him to female. He was betrayed once again. He would have to obey his masters. At least his life would be safe with them. He could not even run away from them. In his female self, he would fall in wrong hands. But he did not like the advances of Damayantee. He was also the wife of Sharad, so he felt very awkward. Damayantee, “Come to me prince, don’t be shy. I know you are well behaved, it’s time now to serve your master.” She pulled the prince closer to her. Shushant’s heart was racing faster than ever. He wasn’t so afraid, even before going for the battle. Maybe the changes in his body has made him weak emotionally and physically. He felt himself light
in arms of Damayantee. He found himself sitting on her lap. Damayantee, “You are more
beautiful than I imagined. You will make a great courtesan. Our guests will be very pleased with you. They will make you wealthy, by showering you with gifts. I am afraid some of them may offer you to be their husband. But you are our slave and we will not let you free. You can earn and spend lavish life here itself. “After a pause, Damayantee continued, “I know you were never married, but have you ever slept with a woman.” Prince nodded his head in no. Damayantee, “It means, I am lucky to have a virgin
princess like you. Oh! Sorry a prince like you. Let’s not waste time then, show me what kind of good training my maids have given to you.” The prince was motionless. He didn’t pay heed to the orders. He had received training on how to entertain women. He was supposed to act friendly and behave like a lustful man, but as reality struck him, he could not accept his role. Damayantee was getting impatient. She called the maid by
clapping her hands. She got furious at them, “Is this your training? I will, I will put you all behind bars?” The maids were terrified. The head maid Rashika handled the situation. He asked for few minutes with the prince in isolation. They took Sushant to the adjacent room. Sushant was anticipating scolding at his hands, so He was getting mentally prepared, but He was shocked when, Rashika landed a tight slap on his face. It was the first time the prince was ever slapped. He couldn’t even imagine whether someone
could dare slap him. He was terrified and was shaken. Tears rolled down his face. Rashika, “I cannot let you ruin our life. You are a slave to our Queen now and it is your duty to serve your master.” He made Sushant affirm that, he will act as Damayantee says and try his best to please her. Maids cleaned his face and eyes and applied fresh make- up. Sushant was asked to put happy face before Damayantee. He had no other option than, to obey Rashika. He was now brought before Damayantee. Rashika assured Damayantee that He will be cooperating now. Damayantee smiled at Rashika and He
too smiled in agreement.


Sushant wanted this ordeal to end soon, so He made up his mind to let Damayantee do as he wished. He was motioned by Damayantee over the bed. Damayantee was gazing at his beauty and feeling softness of his skin with his coarse hands. He slid his fingers across his face, through his soft pouty lips. He seemed satisfied as prince kept happy face. Damayantee, “Don’t worry prince, you will be appropriately rewarded for you service.” Sushant was not interested in his words, but he had to put the smile, which he
was taught. Damayantee seemed pleased. Sushant was laden with heavy ornaments and
silk saree. It was obstructing Damayantee in her intimacy. She clapped her hands. Soon a maid appeared. She, “Help the prince in removing ornaments, He must be feeling heavy and also his saree.” Maids started removing ornaments one by one. Sushant was in a fix. Will the maid make him naked? He was getting embarrassed. Sushant knew that, Damayantee will undress him sometime during intimacy, but He had no idea that it will be by the maid. He had never been nude in front of maids earlier. Damayantee was OK, but maid was to live with him and He would always be reminded of this day. He would never would meet his eyes with this maid, He thought. Midway He stopped the maid
and said He would undress himself. Maid looked towards Damayantee, who motioned
maid to leave. He left the place and Sushant was now relieved. He turned opposite to
Damayantee and slowly started removing his clothes.


He was now only in lingerie, standing next to bed with his head bent down, waiting for instruction from Damayantee. Damayantee, “Prince, you are more beautiful than most of the men I have been with. Look at your bust they are heavy. Your curves are perfect. Doctors had done a great job. I wonder whether you were a man earlier or not. Don’t stand there come near me, you will have a place in my heart.” Slowly the prince climbed over the bed. Damayantee who herself was semi naked by now, grabbed him. She was smiling, as if she had got some prize. She said, “Prince you have made us wait for long, but the wait was worth it. I like your attitude. Your brother appreciates you. He reminds me of your bravery and wisdom, but He does not know that you have become like his. You are no more a prince. I would say, that you are equally charming as his.” The prince got nervous of hearing about his brother. He said, “Please don’t say tell anything about me. He will be upset.” Damayantee smiled, “Of course not, He is my wife now and how can I tell my adultery to his. I love his and He is loyal to me. I just wondered, if you two ever meet in the future. He would be delighted and I would be happy for his. Prince, “I don’t want to meet his, please do not let his know anything about me.” Damayantee, “As
you wish, but in exchange you will have to be loyal to our kingdom. You should now onwards only think of serving our kingdom and its betterment.” Smiling she said, “Now do not waste time, let me take your virginity. I am lucky to be your first woman. I will suitably reward you for this.” Prince was in her arms, with his back resting against Damayantee’s bare breast. Damayantee rested her chin on his shoulder. Her thick lips was touching his neck. Damayantee unpinned his hair and let it fall. The thick long hair of prince was adding to his beauty. He had to keep his hair tied all the time during training. The maids made his hair every morning after He bathed and tied in pony or bun. According to his instructor, He was to keep his hair tied all the time and it should be only untied by the woman He would bed.


Only his suitor can mess his hair. Prince knew now that his/his new journey has begun. Damayantee was feeling the smell of his hair, which was well oiled in herbs. Its aroma itself was seducing, and within few breathes, Damayantee charged up. She was kissing the prince vigorously. Her grip over him was increasing. Prince was feeling uneasy and humiliated. A brave warrior, who had won many battles, the prince here was unable to save his own pride. He felt like a doll in hands of Damayantee. Damayantee had pinned him down on bed and was over him. He was feeling crushed by the little weight Damayantee was putting over him, but chose not to scream. He wondered how other men or his brother would be bearing her. He could notice that, his skin has become very sensitive, which was adding to his woos. Damayantee seemed to be enjoying him. Her
lips were biting into his. The coarse hair of her was pinching in his face. When pain grew unbearable, He started resisting. He started pushing against her breast, to remove her from himself. Damayantee seemed to be unbothered. She was instead, crushing her lips more vigorously now. The prince couldn’t bear it anymore and started screaming in
pain. Damayantee eased her grip and said, “I was testing your limits, you still have
fighting spirit left in you and I liked it. Now be ready to fight our royal guests on bed. They will definitely have good time with you”. Prince was ashamed and was gazing to the roof wondering about his future. Damayantee in the meantime, removed the last piece of clothes left on his body. He immediately stretched his hand for the sheet to cover herself, but was midway stopped by Damayantee. He was helpless. He crawled his body to hide his modesty.


Damayantee was smiling at his gesture. “Prince your instructors were right, you have grown into a modest lady. You have got all the manners of a royal man. I could have kept you as my concubine, but only if you were born a woman, we have restrictions. Anyway, let me spent the time available with you, before you leave for your harem. Prince, “Will I be shifted there immediately?”. Damayantee, “No, not before a week. I will
try delay it. By that way, I will get to spend some more time with you.” Damayantee once again resumed her play. He stretched his body under her. She clamped his stretched arms, by locking his fingers against her. His breasts were now pressed under her breast. Damayantee was kissing all over his face and neck. His body from head to toe was clamped down by her. He could not bear the weight anymore. He started struggling to free himself. He felt helpless as He could not move even an inch. He could feel Damayantee getting horny. Her kissing became more vigorous, and He screamed in between. When He could not bear anymore, He pleaded to be released. Damayantee
relented and rolled his body to her top. He felt relieved. He was now on top facing her. Damayantee held him in place with her arms around his body. His long hair was forming a canopy around their faces. His heavy dangling earrings were touching Damayantee’s face. Damayantee was unable to reach his face to her lips, demanded his to kiss him. He was in a fix. He remained indecisive. He did not want to oblige, but He knew He will
have to do it, if He is ordered again. He started adjusting his hair which was covering her face. Damayantee released her grip and started exploring his back with her both palms. Her hands reached up to his bottom. And as soon as he squeezed there, He moved his body to other side. He felt strange and awkward at the touch down there, and Damayantee was mischievously smiling.
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Devi's first night as narrated by her boy wife
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Sasu Ma did tilak to me. We took blessing from both Sasu Ma and Maa Sahib. I was completely virgin on my suhaagraat. I wore a gold wedding ring on one finger, and a long mangalsutra, signifying marital status. It dangled low, of gold and black beads with a twin-cupped pendant that rested against naked midriff. My ear lobes bore delicate earrings, and had a small bindi on
forehead and the traditional sindhoor. I wore a chiffon sari which slung high on hips and dipping precariously under her belly and back so that it was just above pubis and buttocks, so that the garment clung to every curve. blouses were provocatively cut, scooped deep and wide to reveal
a tempting cleavage, the lower hem very high so that it ran hard under breasts, which jutted out
on all sides like heavy, over-ripe melons. The blouse was very taut and my breasts strained at the confines, threatening to burst free.


























As I sat on the bed, my wife Devi came to me. She smelled of after-shave, wedding
smells- you know, sandalpaste and turmeric. I was a little nervous when She came near me, and I stood up from the bed as was the tradition. She sat on the bed and we talked about the marriage ceremony and the gifts presented to us, and so sweetly Devi asked if She could kiss me. She
stood up and then gently raised my face, kissed gently on my cheek and made me sit on the bed
very near to her. Once seated, She started kissing my eyes and told me that She had been waiting for such an occasion since the day one we had met.


We looked at each other and She took my hands to cover them with her own hands and pulled me closer to her. She asked me whether I felt very tired, and if so we could retire to bed and sleep to which I smiled and asked if She was really that tired to sleep... She just winked at me and with a naughty smile came close to me and started kissing me again. I went wild though it was not the first kiss I got from her. She had kissed me quite a few times, after our engagement, whenever we were alone either at home or whenever we went out. But, ther kiss after getting married did do wonders, which I cannot put in words.

Our lips met and as our tongues met, we started getting tied up in a very passionate kiss. She began caressing my back and my waist, teasing me with her fingertips. My hands rested on her shoulder and I pressed her against me.
I felt her hands hugging me around my shoulders and I slowly moved in to enjoy her touch. She was in a " kurta pyjama" and I was in a 'saree' and we were just hugging each other, kissing each other, without parting our lips, and just sucking on each other's lips. Then I felt her tongue trying to enter my mouth, parting my lips and I allowed her to explore my mouth. While her tongue was exploring my mouth, I felt her hands trying to slip under the 'pallu' of my saree to feel my back, hips, and started to feel my breasts.


Meanwhile her lips slowly traced a wet line on my cheeks, traveled down to my chin, and then to my neck, and licked my neck for some time, enjoying the sweet fragrance (emanating because of the special preparations taken by me for the event), and her hands were busy massaging my breasts through my blouse, without removing any piece of our clothing. I just remained passive, my eyes kept tightly shut, simply enjoying the pleasure of her touch and pressure.


When Devi started undressing me, I was trembling with excitement, I am going to expose my body to a woman (even my mother had seen me only in clothes, whenever I requested her for help to shampoo my hair at the time of bathing - I would hide my body in a towel, or at least there would be my bra and panty) and would be seeing a nude male, all live!


Devi removed the the pallu of saree off my shoulders, and let it fall down and the portion, which was inserted into the petticoat, was pulled off and She took it off entirely from my body. I was standing before her in my petticoat, and my blouse. She gently whertled, and hugged me once again and while we looked into each other's eyes, began to unbutton my blouse. I watched how
her eyes followed her hands from unbuttoning the blouse and slipping it, across my shoulders
and down my arm. Now I was in my sexy, lacy, skimpy bra, my firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. My breasts pushed against my bra, trying to break free.


She guided me to the bed and we lay back on the bed. She released the hooks and eased the
straps off and the bra fell on to the bed. My small nipples were flushed and rising. Her hands slid across to lift my breasts up to her kisses and to caress my breasts. She squeezed it gently. We both started to breathe deeper.
She played with my nipple. She looked at my breasts and I can tell She liked what She saw. My heart began to race. She took a nipple in her mouth and began to suck. GOD THAT FELT SO GOOD! She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, harder than before and again went back to my breasts. Her breath on my left nipple made it rise even further to greet her. She kissed the nipple softly and spread her lips over it. Gently She suckled it, while her left thumb encircled my right nipple and She squeezed both firmly. I threw my head back and moaned. My fingers played in her short hair and across her shoulders.


She drew her attention to the now aching right breast where She flicked her tongue over the erect nipple. She swallowed ther one more deeply and ran her tongue around the nipple while in her mouth. She did the kissing on the breasts with great enthusiasm. First on the left and then on the right until She felt my body tense and with a slight moan I relaxed. It was my first orgasm on the wedding night and I thought that I had peed in my panties and petticoat. I felt embarrassed.


Devi realized what had happened. "Did you come?" "What is that?" I asked in a lower voice.
"It means, dummy, that you had an orgasm."

"I thought I peed due to my nervousness."


"No, you certainly had an orgasm. Did you enjoy it?" "Yes" I said shyly




























She released my breasts and her fingers traced a path down my firm stomach and She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my petticoat. Her kisses followed the path of her fingers, stopping only to flick her tongue into my navel. She undid the knot on the petticoat. She pulled the string of the petticoat and untied it so that another hurdle is also removed.


The touch of her fingers on the fabric of my now exposed lacy panties sent a shiver through me. Her hands ran up the sides of my legs, her thumbs trailing across the inside of my thighs. Her kisses went lower to the waistband of my lacy wet panties. I was suddenly aware how warm I was between my legs and imagined She could smell the aroma of my natural perfume. She ran her hands back over my ass and She kissed hard against my wet panties. Her fingers hooked into the waistband on the sides and She slowly lowered them over my hips and tight ass. My small pubic hair appeared over the rim of the panties and I parted my legs to allow them to slide down my legs. Once more I lifted one leg, then the other so that She could remove my panties.


Devi then realized that She was fully dressed and started removing the "KurtaPyjama" and She was above me in her briefs, just sporting an obviously big bulge. She lay on me and held me
close to her. My breasts pressed into her chest. Her chest massaged my breasts. I began to get turned on heavily. Devi's hand found its way all the way around my back, under my arms and pressed against the edge of my breasts. Her other hand began to work its way to my ass.
She moved the hand away from my ass, but didn't move the one near my breast. I felt wet between my legs. My head was against her and I was breathing harder on her ear. She hugged me tighter and our bodies seem to melt together.


On her persuasion, I put my hand in the top of her briefs and found her hard dick a 9 inch long strapon. My fingers encircled it. It was quite huge. I didn't know if I would be able to take it inside me. Her hips began to move. She stood up at the end of the bed, removed the briefs and pulled me to her. She then turned me around and backed me up to her and put her arms around me. Each hand found a tit and squeezed it. I looked into the full-length mirror and saw my woman playing with my tits. We were both nude and WHAT A TURN ON it was! She squeezed my tits, pulled and twisted my nipples. I was tingling all over. She turned me around again.


We both lay on the bed and She got on her knees in front of me. She started feeling my legs from my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caressed my buttocks. She slid a finger into my very hot anus and moved it in and out. Her other hand found my 1 inch small penis and
began massaging it.


I just couldn't help moaning, 'Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!'
I was enjoying the sweet sensation that her fingers are delivering on my pussy. When my hubby asked me whether it is hurting or painful, I replied in the negative. On ther reply She felt reassured and increased her pace and inserted one more finger and I felt something blocking her fingers from entering any further in and somewhat a ticklish sensation. I told her so, and She told me about the anal virginity and I nodded my head that I too was aware of it. There was a sense of appreciation and She asked me with a bit of surprise in her voice whether I had never
masturbated before marriage. I told her that I was afraid to put my fingers or anything else inside me, as I had reserved it for my 'beloved future wife' and smiled passionately at her.
We then lay down on the bed and kissed for a while again. I could feel her fingers probing around my rose buds. I reached down and took her strapon in my hand. She sucked on my hard pink nipples. We were both now out of control. It was very hot in the room and it may be because we were very HOT. Her hands ran to the back of my legs and then upwards to massage my ass cheeks. She planted kisses after kisses on back and along the hairline to either side. I instinctively parted my legs a little more and her left hand came back around to the front. She drew her fingers through the curls and down between my legs. She felt my moistening lips and
gently pressed them between her fingers. I felt her fingers part them and She ran one finger from head to ass. On the way back, She pressed harder against the opening and I felt her finger begin
to slide in. I gave a cry of ecstasy and thrust my ass forward to meet her finger. Devi fingered my ass and virgin fuck hole. She stopped and got over me. At last, we were going to do it. She straddled me on all fours and looked down at me.


"Love me Devi please." I begged her
"Are you ready for it my dear?" She asked.


"Yes I am all yours my dear Devi. Love me and take my virginity" With that Devi put the tip of her strapon on my boi hole.
"Look, it may hurt a bit but you will enjoy later on" She said. "I know. Just luv me"


























She smiled, and lowered herself between my legs. She raised herself on one arm and reached down between us with the other. She played with my moist lips for a moment and then appeared to wrap her hand around her own cock. I could see She was guiding her cock towards me and I felt its head begin to push against my sphincter. She moved it gently up and down, looking for the right spot. She stopped when She found the right hole. Slowly She leaned forward and I felt the swollen head spread me apart.


She was looking into my eyes, looking for some hint to proceed or not. I gave that indication by raising my head off the bed and kissing her passionately. I lay back again and rubbed one hand across her chest. She increased her advance into me, sliding slowly deeper and deeper. She again eased back more and then thrust a little deeper. I was amazed at the depth of feeling I had inside me. I could almost see her cock pushing against the walls. Once more She drew back, and then down. Ther time She let go of the base of her cock and brought her arm up to lean directly over me. She leaned down and kissed me. She eased her hips lower. There was increasing resistance
inside me. She rose and pushed down again, not any deeper but a little faster.


I knew I was coating her strapon with my juices, which seemed to be flowing more freely. On her next downward motion, She stopped and began to apply more pressure. My breath was quickening; I wrapped my arms across her shoulders and tried to push up with my hips. I felt a sudden sharp pain and I found it hard to breathe. I felt Devi's strapon bruised my ass and when her cock tore it open I felt like I was going to die of pain.
"OHMAUHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH yes" I cried, my face arching up, my body going rigid, my swollen breasts thrusting upward as my hubby's huge, hot, glorious strapon surged into my burning ass.


In and in it went, piercing deep, cleaving flesh and open, mashing my hole, crushing my molten flesh in its passage. My small penis (clitty) convulsed uncontrollably on my hubby's cock and, above me, Devi groaned, her shoulder rippling and knotting powerfully, her buttocks flexing taut, her hips sinking and sinking as She buried her penis in my pussy.


Tears started rolling from my eyes. I lost my breath and then She was deeper. Devi stopped for a moment seeing my tears but I thrust my hips up and the rest of her strapon entered my virgin boi pussy. I leaned forward and bit her shoulder, wherpering but pulling her closer. She didn't back
out, She lowered her hips against mine until I felt our pubic hair tangle. She bent her elbows and brought her chest down against mine. We lay still for some time, savoring the moment.


We kissed, sharing saliva, and wrestling each other's tongues. I felt her hips shake back and forth a little; the sensation of her cock moving side to side was explosive. "Make love to me, please." I werpered. We kissed deeply. She raised herself back up on her arms and brought her hips up a little. Her hips came down against me! Again She raised herself higher the time. I shivered at the touch of her strapon riding back out against the walls of my ass. She thrust down a little faster than before for which I responded with a soft cooing sound. I Slowly Devi started pumping.


"I cannot hold on for long." said Devi.
Devi increased her speed and within no time She started to come. I could feel my wife juice filling my ass. I was overjoyed.


After some time Devi took out her strapon from my hole. It was red with my blood. There was a small patch of blood on the bed sheet and my ass was all red. We lay side by side for a few minutes, my head on her chest, my fingers playing circles on her chest. She asked me if it was good, and I kissed her and said it was very exciting. We went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves and removed all traces of our love making form the room. She sat on my face , i licked her pussy for a long time, she again fucked me for an hour. We stayed in bed naked for another
hour and then drifted to sleep. Next morning we dressed quietly, touching and kissing each other periodically.


Next morning when Sasu Ma came to wake us up, I blushed and could not meet his eyes. He nodded understanding everything.

Sasu Ma had already prepared tea, Devi was still sleeping. Sasu Ma told me to serve tea to Maa Sahib. Sasu Ma :” sneha used to serve Maa Sahib everymorning, he will give her tea, pack his lunch box, keep her dress ready. He was your Maa Sahib’s angel, pupil of eye.’ Beta ka ghar to uski Sasu ka ghar hai’. Now you are not only son in law but son also in our family.”


I wore a cotton saree pink colour, while serving tea i have to cover my face holding pallu on my head. Maa Sahib was reading newspaper, she told me add some sugar to tea. I had forgotten to pin my Saree with blouse. While adding tea my pallu slipped and my blouse was near to Maa Sahib’s face. She could see my blouse and cleavage. She was fuming in anger. She called Sasu Ma and scolded him in high anger,” Devasena what have you taught these men in their training before marriage in your hamlet. Last night was his first night, this morning he is showing his cleavage to his mother in law. Is not he satisfied last night, does he want to get fucked by me. What are the manners you have taught, is this the 1st day behaviour of a man in his in laws house.” Sasu Ma with a slow voice said,” it may be a mistake, he must have forgotten to pin saree, in future it will not happen, i will guide him more, just leave him now, he will be
disheartened it is his 1st day, do not make him nervous.” Maa Sahib suddenly slapped Sasu Ma
and said,” you fucking whore, you are replying to me. Before marraige you along with him were dancing nude in this house when no one is home, you just got escaped from bang two times. I
will not tolerate such indiscipline and vulgar attitude.” Sasu Ma was crying , so am i. I begged to Maa Sahib,” please Ji Hukum leave Paa, beat me hit me abuse me, he has no fault . it was my mistake.” Devi also came listening to ruckus and she told Maa to leave the matter, it will not be repeated in future. From that day onward i was maintaining my dignity. I always addressed Maa Sahib as Ji Hukum and Devi as Ji. I never talked when women were discussing any subjects. I always ate after Maa Sahib and Devi had food. I take food from the plates of Devi whichever she left, Sasu Ma used to take from Maa Sahib’s plate. Sasu Ma and I take food after Devi and Maa Sahib complete their food.
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karvachauth of Raji for Devi
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DEVI was woken up by the sound of bangles and payal in her room. DEVI tried to ignore it first but then DEVI heard Krishna, dad and Raji helping each other in getting ready. They all were trying different jewellery and discussing makeup. DEVI saw Raji had changed his saree. He was wearing a bright pink saree with golden embroidery on blosue. He looked incredibly sexy. He was trying different bangles on his mehendi filled hands. DEVI noticed he had made a beautiful bun of his hairs and decorated it with a flower. He was also wearing toe rings, payal, kamarband. He looked so beautiful and spoke in the village slang. DEVI wondered about his previous life in US and wondered about the drastic change in his lifestyle.



DEVI was lost in his beauty when her father noticed DEVI was awake and jokingly told her"Stop staring at him, now get out of the room and sit with your mother and let us get ready.” Raji smiled and winked at her while DEVI got out of the room. DEVI went outside and sat with her mother.

Soon it was pooja time and the moon came up. The boys came out one by one and DEVI was waiting for Raji. He was led by Krishna who said " Go ahead my devrani, stare at her now. Stare at him till morning. He has spent tye whole morning in beauty parlor and whole day getting ready for you" DEVI felt shy and smiled. Raji was wearing a beautiful heavy nose ring which was clipped in his ear. He was wearing studs bin two ear holes while a big jhumka in the main hole which went around his ears. He was holding the prayer plate in his hands which had pink nail paints. Everything about his was perfect. He
was made in heaven. DEVI was so in love with his
DEVI knew he also loved her.


The men passed the plates and looked at the moon followed by their wives. Then they touched their wives’ feet. Raji touched her feet and then he had water from her hands and broke his fast. DEVI hugged him and it felt so good to have him in her arms. He became shy and freed himself and told to mind the elders but DEVI kept holding his hands for a long time.

Afterwards all retired to their rooms and DEVI sat and waited for the choti bahu to complete kitchen work.


He came and Devi got up and quickly bolted the door behind his and he started laughing. He had brought some rose petals and decorated bed and sat in the moddle like a bride. Her legs trembled as DEVI moved towards the bed and DEVI could see he was shaking as well. He had put the veil all over his head and all DEVI could see were the lower part of his nose ring. DEVI remember seeing the same nose ring was used by her father when DEVI was younger. Behind the ring were his bright pink lips which DEVI could not wait to kiss. With trembling hands Devi opened the veil and saw his beautiful face. He looked like a princess and DEVI felt her organ becoming juicy. But Raji procedded to hide his face with his hands. DEVI expressed and sigh and forcibily removed his hands. DEVI proceeded to kiss his lips but he turned his face so DEVI could only kiss his cheeks. DEVI turned his hand and smooched his lips. It was pure bliss kissing his. They both would remember that kiss forever. They kissed for a few
mins befor Raji pushed her away saying he was out of breath. DEVI kissed him again and he asked her to
slow down. It was not the first time They both were together and DEVI wanted to ask him what he wanted to tell her. But what women would want to waste time talking when such a hot boy was with her. So DEVI proceeded to make him lie down. DEVI removed her skirt and got on top of his and started kissing his neck and face.He again tried to hide himself but Devi pinned his hands with her strong arms and continued to kiss him randomly. He started moaning softly and his body started moving like a sine wave. DEVI pressed his breasts but DEVI wanted more so Devi lifted his back and unhooked his blouse and DEVI saw he was wearing a pink bra. DEVI kissed his exposed boobs which he was trying to hide with his hands filled with bangles and mehendi but DEVI removed them and continued kissing. DEVI unhooked the bra also and removed it from his and threw it on floor. DEVI could now see his huge breasts and they were sl soft and squishy. He continued to moan slowly which made her each body muscles hard as a rock and DEVI pressed his boobs with all her strength. He cried
with pain and begged her to do it slowly. DEVI sucked his boobs with all her will and waggled her tongue
around his nipples. It was great and DEVI even bit his a few times but he cried and told her not to use any teeth. DEVI removed her panty now and asked him to remove his saree. He asked her if Devi could remove the jewellery as it was hurting him. DEVI removed his nose rings and jhumkas, he also removed
his bangles and DEVI helped his in removing his heavy saree. He felt very shy and got inside the blanket to remove his peticot and now he was only in his panties. He asked her to switch off the lights DEVI jumped inside the bed and kissed his panties. DEVI kissed his penis and removed his panties, he said no and tried to close his legs but DEVI spread them wide and started kissing his penis. He started moaning and screaming. His whole body wss shaking and he started pressing his boobs himself. He placed her hand on his boobs and DEVI continued using her tongue for a minute and he kept shaking and that he forcibly removed her and told her to stop or else he would die. DEVI washed her face and was back for next round but he was completely exhausted and wanted a break. But DEVI hadnt come yet so he agreed to suck her and kissed her 12 inch strapon dick he used his tongue and licked her
glass cock for a while first slowly and then wildly. DEVI also touched him wherever Devi could and told
him to let her put it inside. After a few mins he smiled and agreed and then got up and sat on her putting her dick inside his boyhood hole. He let out a scream and DEVI had to put a hand on his mouth to avoid waking up others. DEVI fucked his as hard as DEVI could and soon came inside his. DEVI just felt awesome and laid besides him.He got up and washed himself and then They slept in each other's arms
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Raji and Krishna punsihed
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On that fateful day, Raji had nagged his brother-in-law to accompany him to shopping. Despite his remonstrations that the women would be very angry if they found no dinner when they returned from work, Krishna couldn't convince his brother-in-law. At one level he didn't want to either. He knew what his wife would normally do in such a situation but expected that he might be spared now that he was elder. The two men lost all track of time looking at the junk jewellery and dresses. By the time they caught the taxi back it was already 9pm. By now Krishna's fortitude was gone and he was fretting how his wife Bhama would react. Raji on the other hand had no idea what his brother-in-law was worried about and thought he was over-reacting.

When Krishna asked him whether he had ever been punished, Raji was surprised. "What do you mean by punishment? As a kid mom would whale me with a strap but that's that. Why do you ask?"
































"Oh it may be nothing. Just asking," Krishna mumbled though his nervousness spoke through his countenance.

By the time the Uber stopped at the gates, Krishna was sweating even in the cold winter evening. Raji sensed something was wrong the moment he stepped inside the house. On the dining table
there was a leather paddle, a cane and a wooden paddle. His wife Devi and sister-in-law Bhama were sitting very grimly. The moment Krishna stepped in, he knew what was going to happen. He immediately took off his dress and kneeled down.

"Good Krishna. Although you have forgotten about your duties as a male wife, at least you remember to prepare for the punishment. Why don't you teach Raji?" his Female husband Bhama sneered.


"Raji, strip off your dress and join me kneeling. We are going to be punished."

Raji thought the world had gone mad. His brother-in-law was kneeling, naked except his underwear, with his hands on his head. Right in front of his sister in law, Raji's female husband Devi. And they wanted him to do the same. And by the looks of the situation the two of them are going to be physically punished with the instruments on the table. But the stern faces of the women brooked no further questions. Raji hastily unzipped his dress, pulled it off and kneeled down beside his sister-in-law.

"Good. Now crawl and lie down on your female husbands' laps you two." Bhama said sternly as the two sat down on straight backed armless chairs. Krishna crawled shamelessly to his female husband, his mascara already smugged. Raji followed his female husband. The two men laid down across their woman husbands' laps, balanced precariously on their hands as their legs barely touched ground.

Swat! Raji felt his woman husband's hand make contact with his pantied bottom. From the corner of his eye he saw his sister-in-law's hand slap his brother-in-law's buttocks. The two
women fell into a rhythm, slapping their male wives' buttocks fast and hard. Raji struggled as the fire in his buttocks grew but he couldn't escape from his female husband's tight grip.

Then She pulled his panties down! He gasped as his buttocks were exposed to his sister-in-law. But he had no reason for shame. She had pulled down her wife's panties too, exposing his buttocks to her sister. The shame and the pain hit the two men and tears rolled down their cheeks.
























But then they were told to stand up. Yet they both knew it wasn't over. What they didn't expect was that they would be told to go over the laps of each other's wives. So Raji would be spanked by his sister-in-law Bhama while his wife Devi would spank her brother in law Krishna. Just the thought was so appalling that they cringed. But they had no choice.
But shame took the backseat once the spanking began and the stinging in their buttocks took over. Swat... Swat... Swat... The hard hands of the women clapped against their spankee's bare butts like an AK47. Both Devi and her sister were strong muscular women with large hands that covered huge swathes of the luscious buttocks on their laps. And they varied their target to
ensure uniform reddening of the skin. The four fair (by Indian standards) mounds took an angry scarlet color. The men were now blubbering and crying and promising to be good male wives for ever and ever.

The women however were not ready for mercy. Devi was enjoying humiliating her brother in
law. He was a beautiful feminine man and having him lie naked on her lap made her excited. She
was enjoying having power over an older beautiful man and the taboo nature of the act only
made it more enticing for her. And she noticed pristine skin on the soft sit spot of the man on her
lap. She brought down her hand on the left sit spot with as much force She could muster. Her hands cupped the mound for a moment and it forced the man up from her lap. As the weight on her lap momentarily lifted, her pussy juiced up inside her pyjama and when her brother in law came down he found it sprang. If he had any self respect left, he lost it completely and started sobbing. But his sister in law was enjoying the effect of spanking him on the sit spot and continued it.
Meanwhile Raji was having a separate ordeal on her brother-in-law's lap. She had turned her attention to his soft inner thighs after having spread them apart. As She spanked there her hands were brushing against his ass pussy lips. The fact that She was touching his anal bud was not
lost on him, and he felt shame awash his. But to his surprise shame had a different effect on him:
he became aroused. Every time her hands would brush against his man pussy, every time her thumb ran along the slit, a jolt passed through his body and the taps in his cunt turned on. By the time She finished blistering with his inner thighs, he was too turned on to care.

On the other hand, Krishna found that with the jumping motion he made as his sister in law spanked his sit spots he was dry humping her leg. As his boy cunt rubbed against something hard inside her pyjama pocket, he was getting aroused too. And by the time his sister in law was done with him, he was rubbing off pussy juice on his sister in law's pj's and left off a wet spot inches away from where her precum had left one.

Although the women had planned on a more elaborate punishment for their male wives, they were too turned on to continue. They dragged their male wives to their respective bedrooms and let their lust take over. Half an hour later two sweaty couples laid on their beds, exhausted. Raji had been brought up to think of sex as something that women wanted and men provided, that a woman's strength laid in holding out. But that night, the night when he was spanked by his female husband and sister-in-law, the night his brother-in-law had touched his labia, he had his first real orgasm. As Devi fucked him hard, her hands cupping his blistered buttocks he felt his pelvic muscles relax, his female husband's strapon cock stretching him. As the hard bulbous head brushed against his g-spot, he went into spasms milking her strapon. As her cum splutered around, her mouth tightened onto his nipples and he convulsed as waves of pure pleasure hit his. He knew at that moment that he would get punished again and again through out his life and he would love it.
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raji's dilemma in dildo purchase
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Recently, I was given the task, by my wife, to purchase a new dildo; one that was different to the two which she currently possesses. I must confess that, for the first time in our relationship, I've found myself unsure of how to approach this task. You see I have to make this decision alone, without consulting her as to its size, shape, girth, form, colour, etc.



The two we have are non-realistic in form, one is 6 inches and thin (this is the one she uses on me) whilst the other is 7.5 inches with a girth of around 2.5 inches. Both can be used with a harness if she so desires.


But now I have to choose a third, all by myself, and I'm finding the idea a little daunting.


You see, before we met, my wife was quite promiscuous often having two lovers on the go at any one time. Only once prior to me was she in a long-term, exclusive relationship and that was for two years in college.


When we began seeing each other, whilst I was, she was not exclusive and continued taking lovers for the first year or so.


Given my cuckold predilections, of which she is not aware, I had no problem with this and never got upset when she cancelled dates without explanation or when I was turned away from her door for
turning up unexpectedly.


If anything, as you can imagine, her infidelity increased my passion for her and when she would call or turn up the next day I would surprise and delight her with my lust-driven welcomes.
Even at this stage I was rarely allowed the honour of intercourse, though I knew her lovers were free to do so at all times. I spent my time worshiping her with my tongue and fingers and in return she would wank me off while we made out or I would be allowed rub against her panties until I came.


After we became exclusive she would tell me of her previous lovers as we lay together and I was allowed to penetrate her more often, no doubt to make up for the lack of other men in her life.


Now, as you may know, if you've been following my Tumblr blog, I'm not particularly hung up on the BBC fetish primarily for the reason that to my mind it is the act of infidelity itself, the taking of another man to satisfy her need for cock, that I find most exciting and humiliating. It's not about size or colour or anything else.
However, to connect the past to the present situation, some of my wife's previous lovers have been black and so, seeing that I have been given the job of choosing a new dildo, I am thinking of buying two.


To try to gauge her preferences, which she has never shared with me, I'm thinking of buying two realistic looking dildos; one black, one white. Of course the black one will have to be the bigger of the two at around 10 inches and with a thicker girth, while the white one will be 8 inches or so and only slightly thicker than her current 7 inch.


Why am I doing this to myself? I admit that I am unsure. Part of me doesn't want to make a mistake by buying something with which she will be disappointed, and so two dildos of differing size/shape will make it more likely that I'll please her with at least one of them: part of me wants to allow her to indulge her own fantasies.


She names her dildos; the small one is named after me whilst the bigger one is named after her other long-term partner. That way, when I use them on her she refers to them by name associating them with whatever fantasy is going through her mind as I crouch between her thighs.


I'm wondering who she will name these two new ones after and, having named them, which of them, over time, will become her favourite. Obviously, at the outset she is likely to use both equally in order to not show preference however as time passes human nature dictates that a favourite will come to the fore.
So you see, the responsibility of buying a new dildo has led me to ask myself the question as to whether my wife is a BBC lover; a question which I have never thought to ask before and one which I am not allowed to ask her now as she will not allow me to consult with her about the purchase.


One dildo or two; which do I choose?
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Nice waiting
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Next year again Akshaya Tritiya came, this time also changed a lot, women more independent and strong, men took traditional household chores. Women are become more strong. As per tradition of tribe , village fair was organised, this time Maa Sahib leader. Now all boys dressed in half saree stood in a different row, all girls and women were in another row and married male wearing saree, ornaments, mangalsutra in another row. But male wrestlers from different parts came, rules were slightly changed. Male wrestlers boasted for manlihood and mocked men of village wearing saree and doing feminine things. They said the village girl and women need real men rather than sissy wimp faggots. These hurt the pride of village and women who sworned to protect dignity of their men. So award is winner will fuck looser, male winner will fuck any woman of village any number of time, if he loses he will be fucked by winner woman. The male wrselters had no idea what they were messing with.
























Wrestler Ramesh looked abit worried when Devi the Amazoniac stepped into the ring. He had always had the weight advantage against his opponent here, but here was a female opponent who was two feet taller then him and at least 30 pounds heavier.

And to make things worse, she hade very solid upper arms and legs, heavy training in the gym have gave her impressive and solid muscles. She flexed her arm to him to intimidate him, and smiled at him with
an evil smile. Her face wasn't ugly, but looked very stern and strict.

Wrestler Ramesh had black boxers, while Devi had pink bikini. The referee said go!!, and the match was on. Even if Wrestler Ramesh had lost matches here on the club before, the matches has always been close, with good and competitive action, where both fighters getting holds on each others.

I had hoped Wrestler Ramesh's technique would help him against this big woman, but boy, was I wrong! From start to end, Devi dominated this match completely. She quickly managed to get his boxers off
him, and then pushed around his naked body on the mat as she pleased, getting him in one hold after another and Wrestler Ramesh was helpless to stop this aggressive strong woman.

The crowd loved it, and many women stood up and cheered her on. There was a group of five young
collage girls in front of me, who was in frenzy about the clear female dominance over a male on the mat, and said they had never, seen anything like it before. It looked so strange to me, as his smaller body looked so weak and helpless compared to hers when she got his naked body pinned in one hold after another.

























Devi enjoyed herself as much as the crowd did, and began to stroke and feel up Wrestler Ramesh's pinned body as she pinned him. She had him on his belly and slapped his butt hard before he rolled away from her.

"Finger him like a cunt" One of the girls in front of me shouted! Devi looked up and seems to like the idea, as next time she pinned Wrestler Ramesh her left hand got down between his legs and fingers began to press against his butthole. Wrestler Ramesh's manage to wriggle his body away from her and you could see irritation in Devi's face as she didn't succeed penetrating him with his fingers.

The match took a new turn now, when Devi attacked Wrestler Ramesh intense now, but not to pin him this time, but to finger him. It wasn't so easy for her, as Wrestler Ramesh manage to wiggle out of her hold.

" You fucking boycunt. You think your little cute butt can escape me, but I will catch you sooner or later" Devi told him.

But it just took a minute or so before she got him on a hold with her legs around his chest and pinned one arm also, and she could bend up his one leg with her right arm and her left arm fund his now very exposed butt. Her index finger pressed slowly inside him and soon she was finger him, and he was moaning slowly

" Nooo, please stop , Nooo." She used moist from her own pussy on her fingers and pushed two fingers inside him and began to pump them inside and out. " Ha, this was fun, you sound just like the female sluts I have done it to!" Devi said and continued to finger his butt!
"I surrender" Wrestler Ramesh screamed out and the referee interrupted.

"You have to let him go, Devi leads 2-0 in submissions" Devi looked pissed as she was forced to let her pray go, now when she and such an excellent hold on him. The collage-girls booed in front of me, thinking the referee was destroying the fun.

As the match began again, she quickly attacked him and swung him around and got him in a full nelson from behind and forced him down on the mat again, on his belly with her on top of him.

"Now you have pissed me off and that means you will suffer more in the humiliation round!" Devi hissed to him from behind. She began to thrust her hips against his butt again, and the crowd cheered her on. She was dryhumping Wrestler Ramesh's butt, and he could not do a thing to stop her, and was in pain from her pounding.























"Damn, Wrestler Ramesh," I thought." Just say submit and the humiliation will end." When then let go of her full nelson, twisted back his arm on his back and where holding both of them with one arm. Then
her other hand quickly found its way to his butt again and she began to finger his exposed butt again.

" Damn, this is a massacre. She is controlling him with just one arm. It's soo cool!" I heard the girls said in front of me.

At the same time I heard Wrestler Ramesh screaming out his third submission and the match was over. Devi got up and Rama raised her arm and declared her victory over Wrestler Ramesh with 3-0. Devi then almost runs over to her ringside and got her strap-on.

She quickly and expertly fastened the straps around her waist and seemed to be very impatient to get to the victory fucking of her defeated man. She looked very impressive and intimidating with the very large black strap-on on her powerful female body.

She approached poor Wrestler Ramesh again and forced him down on the mat, and the young girl gang in front of me was going wild. Devi pushed him down on all four and positions herself behind him. She
began to press the big dildo inside his male ass and Wrestler Ramesh began to whimper and complaining about it was too big for him. But Devi just leans forward and covered his mouth with one hand and continued to slowly force her large dildo inside him.

When it was halfway inside she pulled back and forced it back again with great power until she had buried it all the way, and her pelvis was pressing against his buttocks. Wrestler Ramesh screamed, but was muffled by her hand covering his mouth.

" - Good boy, see I knew you could take it. Now let the fun begins." She laughed at him and began to thrust her strapon in and out of him.






























She increased her pace and was soon fucking him like a peace of meat on the mat, and Devi's aggressive horny groans soon drowned the whining sounds from Wrestler Ramesh. His body was shaking from her attack. Damn, she was a mean bitch, but I was at the same time very fascinated by the view of this big muscular woman fucking up my husband.

Wrestler Ramesh was now laying flat on his belly and Devi continued to drill him hard, pressing his head against the mat with one hand and fucking his pinned ass like a beast. Soon she was screaming out her orgasm and pulled out and just lay on top of him, patting him a little on the head, before getting up and waving for the ecstatic crowd and her fans. Wrestler Ramesh just lay there a while, before getting up on shaky legs.

After the match - Paro finds a pray

"- Damn this was the hottest match I ever seen here." One of the girls in front of me told her four
girlfriends. They all agreed and chatted elated about the match and the humiliation round.

Paro looked around and notice an alone man who was sitting a few meters from me. The guy was around 50 years old, had a casual t-shirt and chinos, and I have seen him many times on the club before, he seemed to be very shy, observing things closely at the club but I never seen him hook up with anyone here. She smiled at him and approached him.

"- Hi there, my name is Paro, that's your name?" The older male looked up surprised at her

" - Ehh, m-my name is Dharmesh." " Did you like the match? " She asked, observing him closely.

" Ehh, yes, it was very interesting." He said

" - Yes, it was sooo cool, didn't you think? I got soo hot watching it. " Paro said and suddenly put her hand on his crotch feeling him up. The old man stiffened up.

" - Hey, Girls. It looks like the old men here is rock hard from watching a strong female kicking a mans butt and fucking him hard with a strap-on afterwards. Is it so? Do you like watching weak men getting fucked in the ass by a superior girl?

" - Ehh, I don't know." Dharmesh stammer
"- Ohh, don't be shy here, old man. You get turned on by watching loser men get fucked up the ass by a woman, don't you?" Paro insisted

" - Eh , yes, I guess so." Dharmesh stammers.
" - Oh, that's great, I was hoping you would say that! And what do you think of me? Do you think I'm hot? Do you think I have a good looking body?" Paro smiled flirty and leaned to him. He blushed and looked over her young body, she had low-cut jeans that fit her curvy body perfect, and a yellow tank top who revealed her solid arms and pretty big boobs.

" Yes, mam. You are a very fine looking young woman." Dharmesh said

" My, you are so sweet, Dharmesh. I think you are very cute also, Dharmesh. Since I've started to watch this mixed sexfights here, I have always wondered of I could take down an average size adult man. I know I don't have muscles like Devi the amazoniac here, but I'm no weakling. After the first time here, watching the hot and strong girl winning on the mat, me and my friends was
so amazed that we all joined a gym the day after. I've been training a lot the last two month, and I'm already feeling the difference, I feel stronger. And you seem to be about average size, and I would love to test my strength against you. Do you think you are stronger than me?" Paro said

"- Well, I don't think I would have a chance against woman like Amazoniac, but a young woman like you I think I could handle. I'm stronger than most people think. " Dharmesh said confident, and when he studied her he didn't see much more than two young big boobs and a cute girly face and body.
" - OK, I take that as a challenge. Why don't us armwrestle to find out who's really strongest." They sat down and placed their right arm in front of each other and their hands grabbed each
other. Mommas four friends was very interested now and sat around them, shouting for their
friend. I had also a good view from where I sat, and was watching them closely.

Dharmesh had mixed feelings before the match began. Even if he was turned on by watching men lose these sexfights in the club, he didn't want to embarrass himself by losing to this cocky
young woman, who only looked to be 20 y old. He was pretty thin, but had always been very strong for his size and had been proud of his strength and cut muscles before then he was younger.




























The last years he had loosen his shape a little, mostly watching TV and computer, but he was sure he was still sure he was pretty strong.

"Ok, young girl, are you ready to feel the power from a real man?" He said to her cocky. " -I'm ready whenever you are." Paro said.

Her friend said GO!, and the match was on. Paro immediately got Pritis hand back one third before he managed to stop her. Dharmesh was surprised by her strength and tried to get beck her hand to neutral position. They both struggled a little, and Dharmesh now saw muscles on the girls arm what wasn't visible before.

A friend of her took photos of their match with her camera. Damn, I can't loose to this young girl, Dharmesh thought to himself, and tried to increase his power, but he couldn't get out of his weak position. Suddenly she increased her pressure and began to move his arm to the table.

" - Well, old man. Where is the power from the real man? Or is a real girl too strong for you? " She teased, and smiled big as she pushed him all the way to the table!

"- YES!! I KNEW IT! I knew I could take him. This is soo cool, I won, I kicked his ass, and I
overpowered him!" Paro beamed with joy and celebrated her victory.

" - How did it feel to be beaten by a 21 y old girl." One of her friends asked him
" Ohh, it wasn't a fair match. She quick started and got an unfair advantage she could use to win. " Dharmesh make excuses for himself.

" Hey, I heard that, Dharmesh. I didn't know you were such a lousy loser. Why don't we make it best of three, so there will be no doubt was the winner and loser here! And to make it more fun, the loser has to take his shirt off! And you can start the match if you want to."

" - Ok, that's sounds fair. Be prepared to show me your boobs after the match." Dharmesh said and they sat down me position again.

"- Yes Dharmesh, you can start whenever you want now, I promise you I wont start first this time. Show me what you got!

" Dharmesh stared into the eyes of the cocky cute girl, and began to push hard. She strained a little just in the beginning, but then she controlled herself and seemed to easily hold off his attack. He gave all he had but she just held him off, their arms where not moving an inch!!

" Is that all you got, old man?? Most of my girlfriends can push harder than that!" She teased him, and smiling with indulgence over his effort.

She then suddenly got on the offensive, and in one smooth motion she pushed his straining arm down on the table again, and he was helpless to stop the obviously stronger girl.

" See, I won again. Now pull off your shirt." Paro commanded him. He was shocked and humbled by her convincing victory, and could not believe this girly young woman could be so strong. But he admits his defeat and began to pull off his shirt, exposing his bare chest.

Paro took his t-shirt and moved in closer on him and began to caress his chest and upper arms. " Look at his narrow and flabby chest and thin arms. Not much muscles there. He is a real couch
potato. No wonder Paro beat him. " One of Paro friend said.

" Oh, I think his body are very cute, even if there aren't muscles! " Paro said continue to feel him up.

" Bull! I have muscles, look here." Dharmesh felt insulted and put up his arm and flexed. His arm wasn't very big, and had lost a little muscle tonus the last few years, but there was still a very visible bicep on his upper arm.
Paro felt it with her hand and then put up her arm besides his and compared them. Mommas arms didn't look very muscular when relaxed, but now when she flexed he could see a firm and round muscle in her upper arm. He was stunned when he realized that her muscle was probably harder, and now when she held it close to his, he could see it had more size than his also.

" Your biceps is cute, but here are some real guns!" Paro said. " - Wow, Paro. You own him so good, girl! His arms are much smaller than yours, Paro. Hey, wait a little! Pose for me a little more. I want to have this on picture!!" Her friend said and took pictures of Paro flexing in front of bare-chested Dharmesh, who swallowed his pride and made the same muscle poses as Paro, even if he obviously was outgunned.

" - Great, these pictures will great. " The friend said and continued to take pics of her friend when she fascinated compared her bigger arm muscles in several poses next to the older male. I smiled at the scene, and was intrigued how exited all four girls seemed, they looked like flees swarming around a sugar cube, chatting and giggling around the exposed man.

I had to go and prepare for my next match, now on my way to the dressing room I heard one of the girls was going to the bar to bar and buy some strapon for Paro, and I almost started to feel
sorry for the alone old guy. Paro came back from the woman's room and then turned to
Dharmesh with a funny smile on her face.

"- Here, Dharmesh, I want you to feel something here." Paro said and grabbed his hand and guided it to her crotch. He resisted her a little, but she was resolute and firm and pressed his hand against her crotch. I could see his surprised face when he felt the bulge in her jeans.

" Do you recognise what it is, old man? " Paro said and giggled.

" E-eh, yes. I know what it is. I think you have a strapon dildo under your pants!" Paro laughed out loud





























" That's correct you funny old man. And I want you to suck it for me! You know losers in this club have to suck dildo, don't you?" "

- I guess so.." He mumbledI was booked for two fights tonight. The fist was against Jenny and the second against a guy, Father. I was billed for the last show of the evening where I'm going a match against Father. Last time we met, about 3 month ago, I lost and he screwed me anally. But he isn't much bigger than me, and the match was pretty close. I had done a lot of practice in the gym and hope I can give him a better match today, and maybe even turn the tables on him.

The bout with Father was a free for all where the winner asks the audience what they should do with the loser. If I win I am sure they will call for me to fuck the guy with a strap-on, and I smiled at the thought. If I lose, I surely get his large cock up my tight ass again, and I really hurt when guys are as big as Father.
The female crowd love to see a big dangling cock and most of the male wrestlers in the fuck- bouts are chosen for their cock size rather than there wrestling skills. And most male wrestlers here are about the same weight and size as the women here, to get the matches more exciting, close and skilful wrestling.
" - And we have suuuuubmission!!! " The referee shouted out. " - The match is over, Diamond vixen have taken a brutal revenge on Father the rod, winning 3-0. This was a free to all match, there Vixen have to ask the audience that she should do the loser in the humiliation round!!! Do we have any suggestions?" Rama the referee asked the crowd.




















There where a lot of noise from the crowd, it was hard to hear what everybody was saying. But you could hear a chanting clearly, and when I looked up I could see it was the younger girls sitting in front of me before, except Sunny, chanting again and again " STRAP--ON--FUCK, STRAP--ON--FUCK, STRAP--ON--FUCK, STRAP--ON--FUCK..." Another very loud female voice shouted " Gag and fuck, gag and fuck. gag and fuck." and I was I saw it was a big black woman, who looked very excited, shouting with her impressive voice.

"- So, so. it looks like the crowd had chosen to let Vixen gag Father and then victoryfuck him with a strap-on. Let it be so. Here is your strapon, Diamond Vixen." Rama said and handled me my favourite strapon, a black smooth dildo. " - And do we have something to gag him with?" Rama asked the audience, and smiled as she saw how the big black woman was waving with her large panties. " - I think this will do good. Thanks." Rama said to the black woman and gave it to me. I smiled as I felt how they where damp by cuntjuices. I put on my strapon, and walked forward to Father, who was waiting for me with on all four and his head hanging down. I
grabbed his hair and jerked it upwards and pressed in the large wet panties in his mouth, ignoring
his muffling objections. I then got behind him and began to press my strapon against his exposed butthole. I was going to be great to be able to turn the table on him this time, showing this arrogant guy who's was the boss. After a little fumbling, it went inside him, and I firmly pushed
it all the way inside him with one thrust. He jerked and tried to cry out, the panties almost fell
out. I stopped this by leaning forward and held my right hand over his mouth, keeping the black woman's panties in place, and muffling his cries, as I began to thrust into him with a quick pace. The female crowd love to see his big semi erect cock dangling under him as I continued to fuck him from behind. I could see how one cute looking guy in the audience hade stepped close to the mat and was taking pictures of us wit his camera. I smiled for him, slapping Fathers's buttocks
and I continued to drill him, and the guy took many pictures. I loved to use the arrogant guy like this, and I could rub my clit against the dildo knob every time I thrust into him and it didn't take long for me to climax, screaming out my orgasm as I thrust into him harder than ever. I held on a minute or so, before pulling out my dildo and pushed his exhausted body down on the mat. I waved for the fans in the crowd, posing a little over my beaten foe. The cute guy asked me to
flex my arms and I did so, even if I hadn't cut muscles like other fighters, he seamed very
pleased. When I looked up I could also see the cocky young Paro on the right side of the ring. She had strapped a dildo outside her low-cut jeans, and was holding the shy old man by the hair and forcing him to suck her dildo, while she was looking at my action at the mat. She was
looking like she had the time of her life. I was feeling great fucking him in the mat in front of the
great audience, but it didn't take long before Rama lead us off the mat, and began to prepare for the next match.
Fourth match - Wrestler Ramesh the sergeant vs. PT Madam

The second opponent for Wrestler Ramesh tonight was against a PT Madam She has huge powerful thighs and had only gone matches against men, winning her last two, over Kane the stick and Jose the Mexican, convincingly. She had curly dark big hair, a curvy body with big boobs and butt. She didn't look very athletic, but looks can be deceiving and she had a very solid body and I had seen her a lot at the gym lately lifting heavy. She has a ridged strap-on which can be painful to take up already well fucked ass. I'm afraid that Wrestler Ramesh, on the way home tonight, is going to stink of cunt juices and have a very sore butt.
























They stepped up inside the ring waving and posing for the crowd. They were about the same length, but fairy was clearly heavier than him. But she had a few pounds fat on her body, so it maybe wasn't impossible for my Wrestler Ramesh to beat her. Rama said go!!, and the match was on. They tugged and pushed each others, feeling each others up. I cheered for him, "Take her down, Wrestler Ramesh!" I shouted. He seemed to take me on the words, and managed to push her down, getting a top of her as she fell on her back. She quickly got her massive tights around his midsection and began to squeeze. My husband screamed out in pain and surprise, as the big woman's scissor hurt him. He let go of his hold of her and tried to wiggle out, but her
scissor hold on him was tight like a vice. He struggled to get out but her scissor hurt too much and when she locked one of his arms also he quickly submit.

He was shocked by the power of those thighs and the next round he did everything he could to avoid them. The next two rounds was a little more close, but as soon as she got her big rock hard legs around his body or neck it was just matter of time before he had so submit as he just couldn't break it. I now understand why she got the name man-eater, seeing her big curvy body
controlling my husband more slim body, it looked almost like her legs devour him.

Rama declared PT Madam winner of the match and the big proud woman strapped on her infamous ridged dildo, and made my husband suck it before victoryfucking him hard on the mat. He was screaming out in pain at first, but as she continued his screaming was replaced by gentler moans. I knew I should be feeling sorry for him, or feeling jealous, and almost felt a little ashamed by how hot I got again by watching my husband treated like that on the mat.
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