16-06-2024, 08:00 AM
But this time, Ganga knew she had to do something more drastic to stop their bickering. She did something that surprised them.
She placed her left hand on ChaCha's penis and her right hand on Javed's penis, rubbing them softly. The sensation of her soft hands on their penises made them stop arguing
When Ganga first touched their hard penises, both Javed and Chacha experienced a surge of intense emotions and sensations. The unexpectedness of her bold move and the softness of her hands heightened their arousal, creating a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
For Chacha, the feeling was electrifying. He had fantasized about being with a woman like Ganga, but the reality far surpassed his imagination. Her soft, delicate hands wrapping around his hard penis sent shivers down his spine. He felt a mix of disbelief and exhilaration, his body responding instantly to her touch. His thoughts raced a chaotic blend of lust and admiration for Ganga's boldness.
Chacha's eyes widened, his breath hitching as her fingers gently but firmly gripped him. He had never experienced such a sensation before, and it felt almost surreal. The warmth of her touch, combined with the rhythmic movement of her hands, made him feel like he was in a dream. His entire body tensed with anticipation and pleasure, his heartbeat quickening with every stroke.
Javed felt something similar to Chacha. The moment Ganga's hand touched him, he felt a wave of intense pleasure. Her touch was both soft and assertive, sending jolts of excitement through his body.
Both men were overwhelmed by the realization that such a beautiful, sophisticated woman was not only touching them but doing so with a clear sense of purpose and desire.
As Ganga's hands moved rhythmically, the clinking sound of her bangles added to the sensory overload. The delicate tinkling contrasted with the raw, primal pleasure they were feeling, creating a heady mix of sensations. They were both lost in the ecstasy of her touch, their rivalry momentarily forgotten. She increased the pace of her handjob, making their penises even harder. Their facial expressions changed with pleasure, and they moved closer to her.
Ganga's actions were deliberate and filled with an erotic grace that captivated both Javed and Chacha. She had them under her spell, seamlessly switching her attention between the two men, ensuring neither felt left out of her intoxicating touch. Ganga's hands remained the constant connection between her and the two men, her fingers expertly stroking both their penises even as her attention shifted back and forth between Javed and Chacha. She was determined to ensure that neither felt neglected, her strokes firm and rhythmic, maintaining a steady pace that kept them both on edge.
Ganga started by focusing on Javed. With her hand firmly gripping his hard penis, she leaned in closer to him. Her lips, slightly parted and glistening, met his with an urgency that was electric. Javed responded eagerly, their lips locking in a passionate embrace. He pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her abdomen as their kiss deepened. The kiss was deep and fervent, a mingling of tongues and shared breaths that spoke of unrestrained desire.
As they kissed, Ganga's hand continued to move rhythmically on Javed's penis. Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking up and down with a controlled intensity that made his body tremble. Her fingers moved with a practiced skill, squeezing gently at the base before sliding up to the tip, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head in a way that made him moan into her mouth. Javed's free hand cupped her right breast, kneading it gently before pinching her nipple, adding to the sensual overload. The heat between them was palpable, their bodies reacting to each touch and caress with heightened sensitivity.
Ganga sensed Chacha's eagerness and didn't want to neglect him. With a smooth transition, she broke the kiss with Javed, leaving him momentarily breathless and wanting more. Her hand, still working on Javed's penis, gave one final squeeze before she turned her attention to Chacha.
She moved her head slowly, maintaining eye contact with Chacha as she approached him. Her lips brushed against his in a teasing manner before she pressed them firmly against his. Chacha, who had been longing for this moment, kissed her back with a hunger that matched Javed's. His lips were rougher, more demanding, but Ganga met his fervor with equal passion. Her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring and dancing with his in a symphony of desire.
As their kiss deepened, Ganga's hand on Chacha's penis began to mimic the movements she had used on Javed. Her strokes were firm and rhythmic, her fingers skillfully stimulating him. Chacha groaned into her mouth, his body shuddering with each motion.
Chacha's hands were not idle either. One hand cupped her other breast, his fingers teasing the nipple, while the other hand gripped her buttock, pulling her closer. The sensation of his rough hands on her soft skin sent waves of pleasure through Ganga, enhancing the experience for both of them.
Ganga's ability to seamlessly shift her attention between the two men was a testament to her control over the situation. Her hands never faltered, continuing their rhythmic stroking on both their penises, ensuring that the pleasure was constant and unrelenting. Each time she switched from one man to the other, she brought a renewed intensity to the kiss, making sure that neither felt neglected.
Her movements were fluid and graceful, her hips swaying slightly as she adjusted her stance to accommodate both men. The soft clinking of her bangles added a musical element to the symphony of moans and gasps that filled the room.
Javed and Chacha were both lost in the spell she wove. Their bodies responded to her touch with a heightened sensitivity, their arousal building with each stroke of her hand and each kiss. They were mesmerized by the way she seamlessly shifted her attention between them, never losing the rhythm of her strokes or the intensity of her kisses.
As Ganga's right hand stroked Javed's penis, she could feel it throbbing in her grasp. His breath quickened, and his muscles tensed with each upward motion of her hand. The sensation was electric, the friction of her soft skin against his engorged member driving him wild with desire.
Javed's hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting gently in time with her strokes. He could feel the heat building within him, a fire that burned hotter with every second. The tip of his penis glistened with precum, the clear fluid seeping out and coating her fingers. The sight of it only fueled his arousal further, the anticipation of release growing stronger.
On her left side, Chacha was experiencing a similar level of intense pleasure. Ganga's left hand moved with the same skill and precision, her fingers curling around his shaft and gliding up and down in a smooth, steady rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his body responding eagerly to her touch.
Chacha's rough exterior melted away in the face of the pleasure she was giving him. His eyes closed, and he let out a low groan, the sound vibrating in his chest. Like Javed, his hips began to move in sync with her strokes, his body seeking more of the exquisite sensation. Precum leaked from the tip of his penis.
With each passing moment, the precum flowed more freely, coating their shafts and her hands. The fluid made her strokes even more effective, the slickness adding an extra layer of sensation that heightened their arousal. Ganga could feel their bodies trembling with the effort to hold back, the tension in their muscles a clear sign of their growing need for release.
Their penises throbbed in her hands, the precum dripping down their lengths and pooling at their bases. Ganga's fingers danced over their sensitive skin, her touch light and teasing one moment, firm and demanding the next.
Ganga could feel the slickness of their precum on her hands, the fluid warm and sticky against her skin. The sensation sent a thrill through her, knowing she had driven them to this point. She realized that they were both on the brink, their bodies trembling with the effort to hold back.
With this realization, Ganga knew it was time to move to the next phase of their agreement. She felt a surge of excitement and a strange sense of power over these men who were so desperately at her mercy. She decided to break away from the kiss, knowing that they were ready to fulfill their promise to her.
Ganga slowly moved her head away from Javed's lips, her eyes half-closed with a mix of arousal and determination. She shifted her attention to Chacha, giving him one last passionate kiss before pulling back completely. Both men were left panting, their eyes glazed with desire, and their bodies trembling with anticipation.
Ganga took a step back, her hands still gently stroking their shafts, feeling the slickness of their precum against her skin. She looked at both men with a mischievous smile, her voice low and sultry as she spoke.
Ganga: "Kya mere sasur aur pati taiyaar hai mujhe hunake doodh phelane?" [Are my father-in-law and husband ready to give me their milk?]
She let go of their penises momentarily, watching their faces contort with the sudden loss of her touch. Their eyes followed her every movement, desperate and eager.
With a playful glint in her eye, Ganga began to lower herself into a squatting position, her movements deliberate and tantalizing. She positioned herself in the traditional Indian toilet position, her feet flat on the ground, knees bent, and her buttocks hovering just above her heels. This stance not only gave her better access to them but also showcased her flexibility and grace.
As she settled into the position, Ganga's eyes never left theirs. She could see the anticipation and excitement building in their eyes, their breaths growing heavier, and their bodies trembling with eagerness.
With a mischievous smile, she reached out once again, wrapping her delicate fingers around their shafts. She began to stroke them slowly, her touch light and teasing, eliciting groans of pleasure from both men. The precum continued to flow, coating her fingers and adding to the slickness of her strokes.
As Srinu watched the scene unfold before him, Srinu's mind was a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, betrayal, and a gut-wrenching sadness. He could hardly process the reality of the situation. the woman he loved more than anything, lower herself in front of Javed and Chacha. The pain of betrayal was almost physical, a sharp, stabbing sensation that made it difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't reconcile the Ganga he knew with the Ganga he was seeing. His thoughts raced back to the countless moments they had shared, the promises they had made to each other, and the deep bond they had formed over the years.
In his anguish and desperation, Srinu cried out, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and fury. The words came out harsh and raw, reflecting the torment he was feeling inside.
Srinu: "Ganga, you can't stoop this low. Randi, are you going to suck these third-class laborers' cocks?"
Srinu felt a deep, gnawing despair. He couldn't understand why she was doing this. Was it the situation that had driven her to this point, or was there something deeper that he had missed? The thought of her willingly engaging with Javed and Chacha, these men who had no respect for her, was unbearable. It felt as though the foundation of his world was crumbling beneath him.
There was a part of Srinu that wanted to hate her for what she was doing, to blame her entirely. But another part of him, the part that still loved her deeply.
He felt utterly helpless, a spectator to the degradation of the woman he loved. The sense of powerlessness was overwhelming. All he could do was watch, his heart breaking with each passing second, as Ganga prepared to engage in an act that would forever alter their relationship.
Meanwhile, Javed and Chacha were caught in a surreal moment of disbelief and exhilaration. The sheer incredulity of the situation they found themselves in was overwhelming, and their thoughts raced as they tried to comprehend their unbelievable fortune.
How on earth did I get so lucky? Javed thought, his mind reeling. He had spent most of his life working hard, dealing with the daily grind, and dreaming of moments like this. But dreams were all they had been—fleeting fantasies that he never truly believed would come true.
How is this even possible? he pondered, looking down at Ganga, who was now squatting in front of him, holding his hard penis in her delicate hands. The sensation of her soft, warm touch sent shivers down his spine. It was beyond anything he had ever experienced. The sheer eroticism of the moment, combined with the realization that a woman of her class and beauty was willingly engaging with him, was almost too much to handle.
Chacha, on the other hand, was equally stunned. Is this really happening? he asked himself, his mind unable to fully process the reality before him. For years, he had been a laborer, accustomed to the rough and often thankless work that defined his existence. Women like Ganga were untouchable, seen only from a distance, admired but never approached.
I used to feel blessed if a woman like her even looked at me, Chacha reminisced. In the narrow lanes of their everyday lives, women of Ganga's beauty and status were rare sights, and even a fleeting glance from such a woman would have been a moment to cherish. But this—this was beyond anything he had ever dared to imagine.
We used to be happy just seeing women like her from afar, he mused, recalling the times he and his friends would gather and talk about the beautiful women they had seen. Those moments had been filled with longing and desire, but they were nothing compared to this.
Both men felt an intense connection to the moment, a shared realization that they were living out their wildest fantasies. The feeling of Ganga's hands, her breath, and her willingness to engage with them on such an intimate level, was a testament to the surreal nature of their good fortune.
This is our dream come true, they both thought, their minds aligning in their shared experience. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, one that transcended their usual lives and brought them into a world of unimaginable delight.
Their thoughts were interrupted by ganga's sweet voice
Ganga: "Ab batayein, kaun pehle apna doodh dene ke liye taiyaar hai?" [Now tell me, who is ready to give me their milk first?]
Without waiting for the response, She knew exactly what she was doing as she maintained an almost playful demeanor, moving her face closer to each of their erections with her mouth slightly open. She began by opening her mouth just slightly, her lips forming a perfect O. Her eyes, filled with a mischievous glint, moved from Javed's face to Chacha's, reading their expressions, savoring their barely contained excitement.
As she was moving her head she heard 'Don't do it. If you do this, you can never forgive yourself for the rest of your life' a part of her mind screamed, but she pushed the thought away, lost in the power of the moment.
Ganga leaned in towards Javed first. She moved slowly, deliberately, letting the anticipation build with every inch. Her mouth hovered just a hair's breadth away from the head of his penis, and she could see the strain in his eyes as he willed himself to stay still, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
He looks like he might burst any second, she thought, a small, wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. She extended her tongue just a bit, enough to make him shudder, but then she pulled back, the tip of her tongue barely grazing the sensitive skin.
Then, she shifted her attention to Chacha. His reaction was no less intense. As her face moved towards his throbbing erection, she noticed how his eyes widened, and his muscles tensed. She brought her lips close, so close that her breath warmed his skin. The sight of his raw anticipation thrilled her.
She loved seeing the way their faces twisted with desire and anticipation.
Ganga moved her head back and forth between the two men, her mouth open just enough to keep them guessing. Each time she got close to one, she'd look up into their eyes, watching their reactions. She found it amusing how their faces contorted with a mix of pleasure and frustration, the tension almost too much to bear.
For Javed and Chacha, this was a kind of sweet torture. They could feel her breath, see the glistening moisture of her lips, but she wasn't quite giving them what they so desperately wanted. Their bodies were taut with tension, every muscle straining in anticipation.
Javed thought, She's driving me crazy. Just a little more, please. His heart pounded in his chest, every nerve ending on high alert. The way she teased him, the slight touch of her tongue, the nearness of her mouth—it was almost unbearable.
Chacha was equally tormented. Just let her take me already, he thought. His mind was a whirlwind of desire and impatience. The way she played with them was like nothing he had ever experienced, and he was desperate for more.
Javed and Chacha were both in a state of near-delirium. The way she had teased them, played with their expectations, and now, the promise in her words—it was more than they could have hoped for. Their eyes were glued to her, their bodies thrumming with anticipation as they awaited her next move, each man convinced that he would be the first to feel her mouth around him.
Ganga, enjoying their desperate state, decided to push them further. She looked at Javed, her eyes locking with his, and asked, "Should I suck my husband first?" She let her breath warm the tip of his penis but then shifted her gaze and mouth to Chacha, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or should I suck my sasur first?" She let her open mouth hover near Chacha's erection, her tongue flicking out just enough to make him shiver.
For Javed and Chacha, this was the height of anticipation. Every movement she made, every word she spoke, drove them closer to the edge. They were lost in the pleasure of her teasing, their minds clouded with lust. The sight of her open mouth so close to their erections, the feel of her breath on their sensitive skin—it was almost too much to bear.
They were both on the brink, waiting for the moment when she would finally take them into her mouth.
Ganga could see the intense longing and agony on their faces. Deciding to bless them with what they so desperately wanted, she allowed herself to give in. Being naturally right-handed, she instinctively turned to her right, her mouth moving towards Javed's throbbing penis. As she got closer, she could hear a faint, desperate voice in her head, the last remnant of her dignity screaming "NOOO!!!" At the same time, Srinu pleading her, "Please Ganga, don't do it!"
Ignoring these desperate pleas, she proceeded with determination. Finally, her soft, moist lips made contact with the head of Javed's penis. She began to suck gently, tasting the salty precum as she softly placed her lips on the head of his penis and gradually took his length inch by inch into her mouth while maintaining intense eye contact with Javed. His eyes widened with disbelief, and his heart pounded as her soft lips enveloped him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Ganga's movements were slow and deliberate, her lips and tongue creating a tantalizing rhythm. She could feel the tension in Javed's body, his quivering response to every motion of her mouth. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, creating a wet, slippery sensation that intensified the pleasure.
Javed, overwhelmed with the sensation, instinctively placed his left hand in her hair, gripping it gently to guide her movements. With his right hand, he held his penis, guiding it deeper into her mouth, moving his hips in sync with her rhythm. The coordination between her sucking and his thrusting created an exquisite harmony of pleasure.
Ganga could sense Javed's growing arousal, the way his body reacted to her touch. She continued to suck him deeper, taking more of his length into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate him. Her tongue flicked and swirled, finding every sensitive spot and teasing it relentlessly. She felt empowered, knowing she was driving him to the brink.
Javed's thoughts were a whirlwind of ecstasy and disbelief. The sensation of Ganga's warm, wet mouth on his penis was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The way she looked at him with those piercing eyes, maintaining eye contact, only heightened his arousal. He could hardly believe this beautiful woman was pleasuring him so intensely.
As Ganga took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue explored the underside of his shaft, swirling around the head and flicking against the sensitive spots. She varied the pressure, sometimes sucking harder and other times easing off, creating a delightful contrast that kept Javed on the edge.
Javed's breathing became ragged, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. Each movement of Ganga's mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. His fingers tightened their grip on her hair, needing something to hold on to as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.
He could feel the precum leaking from the tip of his penis, mixing with Ganga's saliva, adding to the slickness of their combined movements. The warmth and wetness of her mouth, combined with the skillful movements of her tongue and lips, created a sensation that was almost too much to bear.
Ganga's mouth moved faster, her tongue flicking and swirling with increasing speed. She could feel Javed's body tensing, his breaths becoming more ragged, and she knew he was close. She sucked harder, taking him deeper, determined to push him over the edge.
Javed's pleasure was building rapidly, his body responding to Ganga's expert movements. He was on the brink of climax, his mind a haze of sensation and desire. Ganga's determination and skill were pushing him to new heights, and he knew that the release would be intense and overwhelming when it finally came.
As Ganga continued to suck Javed's penis, she noticed that he was holding his penis with his right hand, guiding it into her mouth with his movements. Deciding to let him take control, she removed her right hand from his shaft, allowing his hips to guide his penis in and out of her mouth.
With her right hand now free, she moved it down to her own body, slipping her fingers between her legs. She began to rub her clit, adding to the sensations already coursing through her. The dual pleasure of sucking Javed and stimulating herself intensified the experience for her, making her moan softly around his penis.
Javed felt the change immediately, the way Ganga's mouth and tongue responded to his thrusts. He looked down, seeing her fingers working on her clit, and the sight drove him wild with desire. The wet, sucking sounds of her mouth, combined with her moans of pleasure, created an erotic symphony that heightened his arousal.
Ganga's fingers moved in small, tight circles on her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The combination of Javed's penis filling her mouth and the stimulation of her own touch created a heady mix of sensations that pushed her closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, vibrating against Javed's shaft, adding another layer of pleasure for him.
The rhythm between them became more urgent, Javed's thrusts becoming faster and deeper as he neared his climax. Ganga matched his pace, sucking harder and faster, her tongue dancing around his shaft. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pleasure radiating from her clit spreading through her body.
Javed's breathing grew ragged, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. He was on the brink, the combination of Ganga's expert mouth and the sight of her pleasuring herself driving him to the edge. His fingers tightened in her hair, his hips moving faster as he chased his release.
Ganga's own pleasure was reaching a peak, her fingers moving faster on her clit. She moaned around Javed's penis, the vibrations adding to the pleasure for both of them.
As Ganga continued to suck Javed's penis and rub her clit, Chacha was overwhelmed by the sight before him. He watched in awe as Ganga's head bobbed up and down on Javed's shaft, her lips glistening with saliva and precum. The scene was incredibly erotic, and Chacha could feel his own arousal reaching new heights.
Chacha, unable to resist any longer, bent down slightly to get a closer view of Ganga's actions. He was mesmerized by the way her mouth moved on Javed's penis, taking him in deeply and then pulling back, her tongue swirling around the tip. The wet, sucking sounds mixed with Ganga's muffled moans were driving him wild.
Seeing her fingers working furiously on her clit, Chacha's excitement grew even more. He reached out with his left hand, his fingers trembling with anticipation, and started massaging Ganga's left breast. He could feel the softness of her flesh beneath his fingertips, and he gently squeezed and kneaded her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple against his palm.
Chacha's right hand, not content with just watching, moved down to his own penis. He wrapped his fingers around ganga hand who was stroking his penis while sucking javed's penis, feeling the slickness of precum coating it. He started stroking himself in rhythm with Ganga's movements, his hand moving faster and faster as his excitement built.
As Ganga continued to pleasure Javed with her mouth, Chacha's eyes were glued to her every move. He watched the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the way her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside of Javed's shaft. He could see the tension in Javed's body, the way his hips thrust forward slightly with each movement.
Feeling the intensity of the moment, Chacha leaned in closer, his mouth just inches away from Ganga's face. He moved his hand from her breast to her waist, pulling her closer to him, pressing his hard penis against her side.
Ganga, sensing Chacha's closeness, turned her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were half-closed with pleasure, her mouth still wrapped around Javed's penis. She gave Chacha a look filled with desire and invitation, silently encouraging him to join in the pleasure.
Chacha took the invitation eagerly. He lowered his head to Ganga's neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there. He could feel her shiver in response, her body arching slightly towards him. He continued to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulder, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses.
As Ganga's moans grew louder, Chacha's excitement reached a fever pitch. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his groin becoming almost unbearable. He stroked himself faster, his hand moving in time with Ganga's movements on Javed.
The sight of Ganga's fingers working her clit, combined with the sounds of her pleasure, was almost too much for Chacha. He wanted to make her feel even more pleasure, to push her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. He moved his hand from her waist to her thigh, lifting her leg slightly to give him better access to her dripping wet pussy.
With his fingers slick with precum, Chacha reached between Ganga's legs and started rubbing her clit in sync with her own movements. He could feel the wetness of her arousal coating his fingers, the heat of her body pressing against him. Ganga's moans turned into cries of pleasure as Chacha's fingers joined hers, working her clit with increasing intensity.
Ganga's body was trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. She could feel the combined sensations of Javed's penis in her mouth, Chacha's fingers on her clit, and her own hand working furiously. The pleasure was overwhelming, building to a peak that she couldn't hold back any longer.
Chacha, sensing her imminent release, pressed his fingers harder against her clit, moving in tight, fast circles. He could feel the tension in her body, the way her hips bucked against his hand. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Let go, Bahu. Cum for us."
With a final, deep moan, Ganga's orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her cries echoing through the room. She sucked Javed's penis harder, her mouth tightening around him as she rode the waves of her climax. Chacha continued to rub her clit, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.
As Ganga's body began to relax, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her, Chacha looked up at Javed. They shared a look of mutual satisfaction and arousal, knowing that they had just given Ganga an incredible amount of pleasure. Chacha removed his fingers from her clit, his hand slick with her juices, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.
Chacha's desire became overwhelming. He felt a powerful, primal urge building within him, a need to experience her mouth on his own aching erection. Moving his left hand to Ganga's chin and slowly started tugging towards him, a way to communicate that he couldn't wait any longer. He needed her attention, her mouth, and the intimate connection she had just shared with Javed. It was his turn, and he couldn't stand the wait any longer.
She placed her left hand on ChaCha's penis and her right hand on Javed's penis, rubbing them softly. The sensation of her soft hands on their penises made them stop arguing
When Ganga first touched their hard penises, both Javed and Chacha experienced a surge of intense emotions and sensations. The unexpectedness of her bold move and the softness of her hands heightened their arousal, creating a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
For Chacha, the feeling was electrifying. He had fantasized about being with a woman like Ganga, but the reality far surpassed his imagination. Her soft, delicate hands wrapping around his hard penis sent shivers down his spine. He felt a mix of disbelief and exhilaration, his body responding instantly to her touch. His thoughts raced a chaotic blend of lust and admiration for Ganga's boldness.
Chacha's eyes widened, his breath hitching as her fingers gently but firmly gripped him. He had never experienced such a sensation before, and it felt almost surreal. The warmth of her touch, combined with the rhythmic movement of her hands, made him feel like he was in a dream. His entire body tensed with anticipation and pleasure, his heartbeat quickening with every stroke.
Javed felt something similar to Chacha. The moment Ganga's hand touched him, he felt a wave of intense pleasure. Her touch was both soft and assertive, sending jolts of excitement through his body.
Both men were overwhelmed by the realization that such a beautiful, sophisticated woman was not only touching them but doing so with a clear sense of purpose and desire.
As Ganga's hands moved rhythmically, the clinking sound of her bangles added to the sensory overload. The delicate tinkling contrasted with the raw, primal pleasure they were feeling, creating a heady mix of sensations. They were both lost in the ecstasy of her touch, their rivalry momentarily forgotten. She increased the pace of her handjob, making their penises even harder. Their facial expressions changed with pleasure, and they moved closer to her.
Ganga's actions were deliberate and filled with an erotic grace that captivated both Javed and Chacha. She had them under her spell, seamlessly switching her attention between the two men, ensuring neither felt left out of her intoxicating touch. Ganga's hands remained the constant connection between her and the two men, her fingers expertly stroking both their penises even as her attention shifted back and forth between Javed and Chacha. She was determined to ensure that neither felt neglected, her strokes firm and rhythmic, maintaining a steady pace that kept them both on edge.
Ganga started by focusing on Javed. With her hand firmly gripping his hard penis, she leaned in closer to him. Her lips, slightly parted and glistening, met his with an urgency that was electric. Javed responded eagerly, their lips locking in a passionate embrace. He pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her abdomen as their kiss deepened. The kiss was deep and fervent, a mingling of tongues and shared breaths that spoke of unrestrained desire.
As they kissed, Ganga's hand continued to move rhythmically on Javed's penis. Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking up and down with a controlled intensity that made his body tremble. Her fingers moved with a practiced skill, squeezing gently at the base before sliding up to the tip, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head in a way that made him moan into her mouth. Javed's free hand cupped her right breast, kneading it gently before pinching her nipple, adding to the sensual overload. The heat between them was palpable, their bodies reacting to each touch and caress with heightened sensitivity.
Ganga sensed Chacha's eagerness and didn't want to neglect him. With a smooth transition, she broke the kiss with Javed, leaving him momentarily breathless and wanting more. Her hand, still working on Javed's penis, gave one final squeeze before she turned her attention to Chacha.
She moved her head slowly, maintaining eye contact with Chacha as she approached him. Her lips brushed against his in a teasing manner before she pressed them firmly against his. Chacha, who had been longing for this moment, kissed her back with a hunger that matched Javed's. His lips were rougher, more demanding, but Ganga met his fervor with equal passion. Her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring and dancing with his in a symphony of desire.
As their kiss deepened, Ganga's hand on Chacha's penis began to mimic the movements she had used on Javed. Her strokes were firm and rhythmic, her fingers skillfully stimulating him. Chacha groaned into her mouth, his body shuddering with each motion.
Chacha's hands were not idle either. One hand cupped her other breast, his fingers teasing the nipple, while the other hand gripped her buttock, pulling her closer. The sensation of his rough hands on her soft skin sent waves of pleasure through Ganga, enhancing the experience for both of them.
Ganga's ability to seamlessly shift her attention between the two men was a testament to her control over the situation. Her hands never faltered, continuing their rhythmic stroking on both their penises, ensuring that the pleasure was constant and unrelenting. Each time she switched from one man to the other, she brought a renewed intensity to the kiss, making sure that neither felt neglected.
Her movements were fluid and graceful, her hips swaying slightly as she adjusted her stance to accommodate both men. The soft clinking of her bangles added a musical element to the symphony of moans and gasps that filled the room.
Javed and Chacha were both lost in the spell she wove. Their bodies responded to her touch with a heightened sensitivity, their arousal building with each stroke of her hand and each kiss. They were mesmerized by the way she seamlessly shifted her attention between them, never losing the rhythm of her strokes or the intensity of her kisses.
As Ganga's right hand stroked Javed's penis, she could feel it throbbing in her grasp. His breath quickened, and his muscles tensed with each upward motion of her hand. The sensation was electric, the friction of her soft skin against his engorged member driving him wild with desire.
Javed's hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting gently in time with her strokes. He could feel the heat building within him, a fire that burned hotter with every second. The tip of his penis glistened with precum, the clear fluid seeping out and coating her fingers. The sight of it only fueled his arousal further, the anticipation of release growing stronger.
On her left side, Chacha was experiencing a similar level of intense pleasure. Ganga's left hand moved with the same skill and precision, her fingers curling around his shaft and gliding up and down in a smooth, steady rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his body responding eagerly to her touch.
Chacha's rough exterior melted away in the face of the pleasure she was giving him. His eyes closed, and he let out a low groan, the sound vibrating in his chest. Like Javed, his hips began to move in sync with her strokes, his body seeking more of the exquisite sensation. Precum leaked from the tip of his penis.
With each passing moment, the precum flowed more freely, coating their shafts and her hands. The fluid made her strokes even more effective, the slickness adding an extra layer of sensation that heightened their arousal. Ganga could feel their bodies trembling with the effort to hold back, the tension in their muscles a clear sign of their growing need for release.
Their penises throbbed in her hands, the precum dripping down their lengths and pooling at their bases. Ganga's fingers danced over their sensitive skin, her touch light and teasing one moment, firm and demanding the next.
Ganga could feel the slickness of their precum on her hands, the fluid warm and sticky against her skin. The sensation sent a thrill through her, knowing she had driven them to this point. She realized that they were both on the brink, their bodies trembling with the effort to hold back.
With this realization, Ganga knew it was time to move to the next phase of their agreement. She felt a surge of excitement and a strange sense of power over these men who were so desperately at her mercy. She decided to break away from the kiss, knowing that they were ready to fulfill their promise to her.
Ganga slowly moved her head away from Javed's lips, her eyes half-closed with a mix of arousal and determination. She shifted her attention to Chacha, giving him one last passionate kiss before pulling back completely. Both men were left panting, their eyes glazed with desire, and their bodies trembling with anticipation.
Ganga took a step back, her hands still gently stroking their shafts, feeling the slickness of their precum against her skin. She looked at both men with a mischievous smile, her voice low and sultry as she spoke.
Ganga: "Kya mere sasur aur pati taiyaar hai mujhe hunake doodh phelane?" [Are my father-in-law and husband ready to give me their milk?]
She let go of their penises momentarily, watching their faces contort with the sudden loss of her touch. Their eyes followed her every movement, desperate and eager.
With a playful glint in her eye, Ganga began to lower herself into a squatting position, her movements deliberate and tantalizing. She positioned herself in the traditional Indian toilet position, her feet flat on the ground, knees bent, and her buttocks hovering just above her heels. This stance not only gave her better access to them but also showcased her flexibility and grace.
As she settled into the position, Ganga's eyes never left theirs. She could see the anticipation and excitement building in their eyes, their breaths growing heavier, and their bodies trembling with eagerness.
With a mischievous smile, she reached out once again, wrapping her delicate fingers around their shafts. She began to stroke them slowly, her touch light and teasing, eliciting groans of pleasure from both men. The precum continued to flow, coating her fingers and adding to the slickness of her strokes.
As Srinu watched the scene unfold before him, Srinu's mind was a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, betrayal, and a gut-wrenching sadness. He could hardly process the reality of the situation. the woman he loved more than anything, lower herself in front of Javed and Chacha. The pain of betrayal was almost physical, a sharp, stabbing sensation that made it difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't reconcile the Ganga he knew with the Ganga he was seeing. His thoughts raced back to the countless moments they had shared, the promises they had made to each other, and the deep bond they had formed over the years.
In his anguish and desperation, Srinu cried out, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and fury. The words came out harsh and raw, reflecting the torment he was feeling inside.
Srinu: "Ganga, you can't stoop this low. Randi, are you going to suck these third-class laborers' cocks?"
Srinu felt a deep, gnawing despair. He couldn't understand why she was doing this. Was it the situation that had driven her to this point, or was there something deeper that he had missed? The thought of her willingly engaging with Javed and Chacha, these men who had no respect for her, was unbearable. It felt as though the foundation of his world was crumbling beneath him.
There was a part of Srinu that wanted to hate her for what she was doing, to blame her entirely. But another part of him, the part that still loved her deeply.
He felt utterly helpless, a spectator to the degradation of the woman he loved. The sense of powerlessness was overwhelming. All he could do was watch, his heart breaking with each passing second, as Ganga prepared to engage in an act that would forever alter their relationship.
Meanwhile, Javed and Chacha were caught in a surreal moment of disbelief and exhilaration. The sheer incredulity of the situation they found themselves in was overwhelming, and their thoughts raced as they tried to comprehend their unbelievable fortune.
How on earth did I get so lucky? Javed thought, his mind reeling. He had spent most of his life working hard, dealing with the daily grind, and dreaming of moments like this. But dreams were all they had been—fleeting fantasies that he never truly believed would come true.
How is this even possible? he pondered, looking down at Ganga, who was now squatting in front of him, holding his hard penis in her delicate hands. The sensation of her soft, warm touch sent shivers down his spine. It was beyond anything he had ever experienced. The sheer eroticism of the moment, combined with the realization that a woman of her class and beauty was willingly engaging with him, was almost too much to handle.
Chacha, on the other hand, was equally stunned. Is this really happening? he asked himself, his mind unable to fully process the reality before him. For years, he had been a laborer, accustomed to the rough and often thankless work that defined his existence. Women like Ganga were untouchable, seen only from a distance, admired but never approached.
I used to feel blessed if a woman like her even looked at me, Chacha reminisced. In the narrow lanes of their everyday lives, women of Ganga's beauty and status were rare sights, and even a fleeting glance from such a woman would have been a moment to cherish. But this—this was beyond anything he had ever dared to imagine.
We used to be happy just seeing women like her from afar, he mused, recalling the times he and his friends would gather and talk about the beautiful women they had seen. Those moments had been filled with longing and desire, but they were nothing compared to this.
Both men felt an intense connection to the moment, a shared realization that they were living out their wildest fantasies. The feeling of Ganga's hands, her breath, and her willingness to engage with them on such an intimate level, was a testament to the surreal nature of their good fortune.
This is our dream come true, they both thought, their minds aligning in their shared experience. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, one that transcended their usual lives and brought them into a world of unimaginable delight.
Their thoughts were interrupted by ganga's sweet voice
Ganga: "Ab batayein, kaun pehle apna doodh dene ke liye taiyaar hai?" [Now tell me, who is ready to give me their milk first?]
Without waiting for the response, She knew exactly what she was doing as she maintained an almost playful demeanor, moving her face closer to each of their erections with her mouth slightly open. She began by opening her mouth just slightly, her lips forming a perfect O. Her eyes, filled with a mischievous glint, moved from Javed's face to Chacha's, reading their expressions, savoring their barely contained excitement.
As she was moving her head she heard 'Don't do it. If you do this, you can never forgive yourself for the rest of your life' a part of her mind screamed, but she pushed the thought away, lost in the power of the moment.
Ganga leaned in towards Javed first. She moved slowly, deliberately, letting the anticipation build with every inch. Her mouth hovered just a hair's breadth away from the head of his penis, and she could see the strain in his eyes as he willed himself to stay still, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
He looks like he might burst any second, she thought, a small, wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. She extended her tongue just a bit, enough to make him shudder, but then she pulled back, the tip of her tongue barely grazing the sensitive skin.
Then, she shifted her attention to Chacha. His reaction was no less intense. As her face moved towards his throbbing erection, she noticed how his eyes widened, and his muscles tensed. She brought her lips close, so close that her breath warmed his skin. The sight of his raw anticipation thrilled her.
She loved seeing the way their faces twisted with desire and anticipation.
Ganga moved her head back and forth between the two men, her mouth open just enough to keep them guessing. Each time she got close to one, she'd look up into their eyes, watching their reactions. She found it amusing how their faces contorted with a mix of pleasure and frustration, the tension almost too much to bear.
For Javed and Chacha, this was a kind of sweet torture. They could feel her breath, see the glistening moisture of her lips, but she wasn't quite giving them what they so desperately wanted. Their bodies were taut with tension, every muscle straining in anticipation.
Javed thought, She's driving me crazy. Just a little more, please. His heart pounded in his chest, every nerve ending on high alert. The way she teased him, the slight touch of her tongue, the nearness of her mouth—it was almost unbearable.
Chacha was equally tormented. Just let her take me already, he thought. His mind was a whirlwind of desire and impatience. The way she played with them was like nothing he had ever experienced, and he was desperate for more.
Javed and Chacha were both in a state of near-delirium. The way she had teased them, played with their expectations, and now, the promise in her words—it was more than they could have hoped for. Their eyes were glued to her, their bodies thrumming with anticipation as they awaited her next move, each man convinced that he would be the first to feel her mouth around him.
Ganga, enjoying their desperate state, decided to push them further. She looked at Javed, her eyes locking with his, and asked, "Should I suck my husband first?" She let her breath warm the tip of his penis but then shifted her gaze and mouth to Chacha, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or should I suck my sasur first?" She let her open mouth hover near Chacha's erection, her tongue flicking out just enough to make him shiver.
For Javed and Chacha, this was the height of anticipation. Every movement she made, every word she spoke, drove them closer to the edge. They were lost in the pleasure of her teasing, their minds clouded with lust. The sight of her open mouth so close to their erections, the feel of her breath on their sensitive skin—it was almost too much to bear.
They were both on the brink, waiting for the moment when she would finally take them into her mouth.
Ganga could see the intense longing and agony on their faces. Deciding to bless them with what they so desperately wanted, she allowed herself to give in. Being naturally right-handed, she instinctively turned to her right, her mouth moving towards Javed's throbbing penis. As she got closer, she could hear a faint, desperate voice in her head, the last remnant of her dignity screaming "NOOO!!!" At the same time, Srinu pleading her, "Please Ganga, don't do it!"
Ignoring these desperate pleas, she proceeded with determination. Finally, her soft, moist lips made contact with the head of Javed's penis. She began to suck gently, tasting the salty precum as she softly placed her lips on the head of his penis and gradually took his length inch by inch into her mouth while maintaining intense eye contact with Javed. His eyes widened with disbelief, and his heart pounded as her soft lips enveloped him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Ganga's movements were slow and deliberate, her lips and tongue creating a tantalizing rhythm. She could feel the tension in Javed's body, his quivering response to every motion of her mouth. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, creating a wet, slippery sensation that intensified the pleasure.
Javed, overwhelmed with the sensation, instinctively placed his left hand in her hair, gripping it gently to guide her movements. With his right hand, he held his penis, guiding it deeper into her mouth, moving his hips in sync with her rhythm. The coordination between her sucking and his thrusting created an exquisite harmony of pleasure.
Ganga could sense Javed's growing arousal, the way his body reacted to her touch. She continued to suck him deeper, taking more of his length into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate him. Her tongue flicked and swirled, finding every sensitive spot and teasing it relentlessly. She felt empowered, knowing she was driving him to the brink.
Javed's thoughts were a whirlwind of ecstasy and disbelief. The sensation of Ganga's warm, wet mouth on his penis was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The way she looked at him with those piercing eyes, maintaining eye contact, only heightened his arousal. He could hardly believe this beautiful woman was pleasuring him so intensely.
As Ganga took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue explored the underside of his shaft, swirling around the head and flicking against the sensitive spots. She varied the pressure, sometimes sucking harder and other times easing off, creating a delightful contrast that kept Javed on the edge.
Javed's breathing became ragged, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. Each movement of Ganga's mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. His fingers tightened their grip on her hair, needing something to hold on to as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.
He could feel the precum leaking from the tip of his penis, mixing with Ganga's saliva, adding to the slickness of their combined movements. The warmth and wetness of her mouth, combined with the skillful movements of her tongue and lips, created a sensation that was almost too much to bear.
Ganga's mouth moved faster, her tongue flicking and swirling with increasing speed. She could feel Javed's body tensing, his breaths becoming more ragged, and she knew he was close. She sucked harder, taking him deeper, determined to push him over the edge.
Javed's pleasure was building rapidly, his body responding to Ganga's expert movements. He was on the brink of climax, his mind a haze of sensation and desire. Ganga's determination and skill were pushing him to new heights, and he knew that the release would be intense and overwhelming when it finally came.
As Ganga continued to suck Javed's penis, she noticed that he was holding his penis with his right hand, guiding it into her mouth with his movements. Deciding to let him take control, she removed her right hand from his shaft, allowing his hips to guide his penis in and out of her mouth.
With her right hand now free, she moved it down to her own body, slipping her fingers between her legs. She began to rub her clit, adding to the sensations already coursing through her. The dual pleasure of sucking Javed and stimulating herself intensified the experience for her, making her moan softly around his penis.
Javed felt the change immediately, the way Ganga's mouth and tongue responded to his thrusts. He looked down, seeing her fingers working on her clit, and the sight drove him wild with desire. The wet, sucking sounds of her mouth, combined with her moans of pleasure, created an erotic symphony that heightened his arousal.
Ganga's fingers moved in small, tight circles on her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The combination of Javed's penis filling her mouth and the stimulation of her own touch created a heady mix of sensations that pushed her closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, vibrating against Javed's shaft, adding another layer of pleasure for him.
The rhythm between them became more urgent, Javed's thrusts becoming faster and deeper as he neared his climax. Ganga matched his pace, sucking harder and faster, her tongue dancing around his shaft. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pleasure radiating from her clit spreading through her body.
Javed's breathing grew ragged, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. He was on the brink, the combination of Ganga's expert mouth and the sight of her pleasuring herself driving him to the edge. His fingers tightened in her hair, his hips moving faster as he chased his release.
Ganga's own pleasure was reaching a peak, her fingers moving faster on her clit. She moaned around Javed's penis, the vibrations adding to the pleasure for both of them.
As Ganga continued to suck Javed's penis and rub her clit, Chacha was overwhelmed by the sight before him. He watched in awe as Ganga's head bobbed up and down on Javed's shaft, her lips glistening with saliva and precum. The scene was incredibly erotic, and Chacha could feel his own arousal reaching new heights.
Chacha, unable to resist any longer, bent down slightly to get a closer view of Ganga's actions. He was mesmerized by the way her mouth moved on Javed's penis, taking him in deeply and then pulling back, her tongue swirling around the tip. The wet, sucking sounds mixed with Ganga's muffled moans were driving him wild.
Seeing her fingers working furiously on her clit, Chacha's excitement grew even more. He reached out with his left hand, his fingers trembling with anticipation, and started massaging Ganga's left breast. He could feel the softness of her flesh beneath his fingertips, and he gently squeezed and kneaded her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple against his palm.
Chacha's right hand, not content with just watching, moved down to his own penis. He wrapped his fingers around ganga hand who was stroking his penis while sucking javed's penis, feeling the slickness of precum coating it. He started stroking himself in rhythm with Ganga's movements, his hand moving faster and faster as his excitement built.
As Ganga continued to pleasure Javed with her mouth, Chacha's eyes were glued to her every move. He watched the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the way her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside of Javed's shaft. He could see the tension in Javed's body, the way his hips thrust forward slightly with each movement.
Feeling the intensity of the moment, Chacha leaned in closer, his mouth just inches away from Ganga's face. He moved his hand from her breast to her waist, pulling her closer to him, pressing his hard penis against her side.
Ganga, sensing Chacha's closeness, turned her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were half-closed with pleasure, her mouth still wrapped around Javed's penis. She gave Chacha a look filled with desire and invitation, silently encouraging him to join in the pleasure.
Chacha took the invitation eagerly. He lowered his head to Ganga's neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there. He could feel her shiver in response, her body arching slightly towards him. He continued to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulder, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses.
As Ganga's moans grew louder, Chacha's excitement reached a fever pitch. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his groin becoming almost unbearable. He stroked himself faster, his hand moving in time with Ganga's movements on Javed.
The sight of Ganga's fingers working her clit, combined with the sounds of her pleasure, was almost too much for Chacha. He wanted to make her feel even more pleasure, to push her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. He moved his hand from her waist to her thigh, lifting her leg slightly to give him better access to her dripping wet pussy.
With his fingers slick with precum, Chacha reached between Ganga's legs and started rubbing her clit in sync with her own movements. He could feel the wetness of her arousal coating his fingers, the heat of her body pressing against him. Ganga's moans turned into cries of pleasure as Chacha's fingers joined hers, working her clit with increasing intensity.
Ganga's body was trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. She could feel the combined sensations of Javed's penis in her mouth, Chacha's fingers on her clit, and her own hand working furiously. The pleasure was overwhelming, building to a peak that she couldn't hold back any longer.
Chacha, sensing her imminent release, pressed his fingers harder against her clit, moving in tight, fast circles. He could feel the tension in her body, the way her hips bucked against his hand. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Let go, Bahu. Cum for us."
With a final, deep moan, Ganga's orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her cries echoing through the room. She sucked Javed's penis harder, her mouth tightening around him as she rode the waves of her climax. Chacha continued to rub her clit, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.
As Ganga's body began to relax, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her, Chacha looked up at Javed. They shared a look of mutual satisfaction and arousal, knowing that they had just given Ganga an incredible amount of pleasure. Chacha removed his fingers from her clit, his hand slick with her juices, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.
Chacha's desire became overwhelming. He felt a powerful, primal urge building within him, a need to experience her mouth on his own aching erection. Moving his left hand to Ganga's chin and slowly started tugging towards him, a way to communicate that he couldn't wait any longer. He needed her attention, her mouth, and the intimate connection she had just shared with Javed. It was his turn, and he couldn't stand the wait any longer.
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