Village girl Amala (Update : Apr 23)

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Amala

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-30-



Even after completing her terrible childhood story, Amala is still crying .. a village girl who was completely exploited by two hungry old dicks.. such is the haunting experience she never went back to that village after that

It is Ramesh who came first and hugged her and consoled her. But she is expecting Kishore to offer her some comfort and a warm hug or a kiss. But his reaction is different , as if Amala has already lost her virginity before he fucked her.

Uncle, aunty, Kamala akka, Payal and finally Kishore consoled her..

As the situation has become serious, every body left to their rooms giving Amala some privacy

That night, after the college, Amala wore her favorite cotton fabric, flowery design frock .. knee length frock that made her look even younger.. with black sleevless shirt she is looking special and she came with her books to Ramesh room where Payal also is there.  Payal looked at Amala and got jelous that such simple innocent cute village girl has embraced the city modern look and has become bold enough to flaunt her curves.. knowingly or unknowingly she wore a shirt that is not covering her waist fully.. the small cure globes popping out of her black shirt and some of them visible from side also, Payal thought she is in for some action tonight

Opening her books and sitting on the floor as she is used to, Amala said “guys I can help you with your doubts if you want , as I promised to uncle its my duty to make you do well in studies and I am not saying I know every thing but together we can learn .. what you say ?”

Ramesh is the first to respond.. “super idea Ammu.. sorry Amala.. I need some help”, he grabbed his college backpack and opened his books and came and sat on the floor opposite to her.

Payal is not so much keen on studies yet, she said “ok you guys carry on, I need to work on my project and will take help from Kishore” , she left

Now Amala, Ramesh are on the floor .. deep into the studies and home work and Amala helping Ramesh with his doubts and in between Anil comes and sees them and felt very happy and left

As Amala is helping Ramesh, sometimes she leans forward to peep into the books.. while doing so her cute mangoes are hanging from her top and unaware of her situation she bends too low and makes Ramesh notice her beauty. Ramesh couldn’t take his eyes off.. Amala noticed it few times and finally gave a warning ..

“don’t you have sister ?”

“yes, I do “

“do you look at her also like this ?”

“ofcourse not.. but Amala why are you making this a big deal.. these things are common”

“Ramesh.. I want you to focus on your studies”

“sorry.. focus ? with such a stunning beauty in front of me ?”

(blushing) “stop praising me too much.. ok.. here is a deal”

“what?”

“for 15 min focus on studies and if you do well in studies then you can focus on me for 2 min”

“2 min? too much”

“ok ok 5 min”

“done”

“done”

Ramesh job is easy now..  He completely focusses on studies.. doing his home work, getting his doubts cleared , he behaves like a good boy.. 15 min passed

Now time to watch Amala.. she feels shy as Ramesh is staring at her.. she cant do it purposefully.. if it happens without her knowledge its fine.. but being conscious and doing things to provoke him is not happening.. after a min she says “Ramesh.. sorry… I cant do it like this.. lets do one thing.. you accumulate your points and at the end I will sleep next to you for half hour cuddling you, is that fine ?”

Ramesh jumps in joy.. its something he didn’t expect .. he is again deep into studies.. this time its Jaya who came and saw them and parents are always happy kids studying.. also she is double happy that Amala is close to Ramesh now.. instead of Kishore.. she comes back with 2 plates of dinner and asks them to eat between breaks..

That night is so special to Ramesh that the boy he is so who doesn’t talk much is now talking too much and cracking jokes with Amala.. after finishing dinner and studies, she decides to fulfil her promise..

Ramesh locks the door..

“why are you locking the door Ramesh?”

“this girl Payal has the habbit of looking for dicks at night”

“what ?”

“yes Amala, yesterday night she came to our and slept next to Kishore”

“Kishore ?”

“Haa.. He fucked her so hard making fun of me”

“What are you saying ? Kishore fucked Payal ?”

“Haaa.. I tried to tell him that Amala will feel bad”

“What did he say ?”

“Amala is happy with uncle, why will she feel bad me sleeping with Payal”

After some silence, Amala opened her mouth “Every boy finds excuses to cheat his girl friend”

Ramesh took her hand and consoling her “Amala, I didn’t mean to put breaks between you but he seems to enjoy more with Payal..”

“Ramesh.. Payal is beautiful , its natural for any boy to have that crush on her”

“Amala.. you are exactly thinking like me.. that’s why I became bakara for them ?”

“bakara ?”

“yes.. Payal always ridicules me of my low performance”

“low performance ?”

“haa.. I cant fuck for more than a minute”

Amala is shocked.. she becomes silent..

Ramesh goes and sleeps on the bed offering her some space..

She quietly goes and sleeps next to him with her back touching his front.. after few minutes of silence , Ramesh gathers courage and puts his hand on her waist… she didn’t say any thing.. Ramesh knows this is a very good opportunity for him to get good marks from her..

“Amala.. you want to be with my dad.. yes he is a hero.. he has stamina and power which every girl likes.. you saw him fucking mom and Kamala akka in the bathroom so hard that he chased them to living room and fucked in front of every one.. he has skills to make any girl fall for his dick.. Amala, I don’t have that skill nor I have the stamina..”

He pauses.. no reaction from Amala.. he is expecting her to feel sorry for him

He continues “Amala.. seeing how reserved I am, mom tried to help me .. my sister also.. but for whatever reason I couldn’t last more couple of minutes and I am a total failure”

She turns back and replies “Ramesh.. why are you telling your sob story ? girls don’t like boys to be like this.. I am trying to help you in studies.. that doesn’t mean I am here to solve all your problems.. Ramesh, how does it matter to me that you are fucking your mom and sis.. its your personal life.. I will be like your friend.. help you in studies .. I think you understand this”

Ramesh got hurt but he doesn’t show it .. He turns away and sleeps..

Amala promised to sleep with him for half hour .. he didn’t touch her.. she decided to sleep there for the night.. through out the night he didn’t even touch her..

In the morning Amala hugs him and leaves.

Next day.. she again comes to his room for studies… this time Ramesh focusses only on studies and he didn’t talk much.. Amala noticed the change.. she offered to sleep there, he didn’t say any thing.. she sleeps next to him holding his hand. He doenst talk and sleeps

Like this 2 more days passed

On fifth day , Amala says sorry “Sorry Ramesh .. I was little rude that day.. I felt annoyed that Kishore fucked Payal, that’s why I was rude.. you didn’t do any mistake and in fact you behaved like a  perfect gentlaman.. you didn’t even touch me..”

Ramesh wants to end this silence “Amala.. no girl will voluntarily sleep with a boy.. you wanted some comfort and someone to talk to… may be about Kishore being with Payal.. I may be wrong , you also felt comfortable with me as I didn’t misbehave with you.. ok, if you are sleeping every night in my room , every one in the house will think something is going on between us.. either they are right or they are wrong.. if they are wrong, stop coming to my room.. if they are right, lets make them right. “

Amala taking his hand and kissing on it “Ramesh.. being a village girl I was hesitant initially with Kishore.. now with you, I am bolder and even trying to convince my self that since Kishore is fucking another girl, I can fuck another boy… what a tame logic !! the only person who can be with me all the time is not Kishore.. nor uncle .. nor you… it will be my papa.. Apart from my papa, every other person will come and go.. Yes, one day I need to find one boy permanently , who is going to be that boy depends on many things.. Kishore helped me come over my city jitters initially and now your family is helping me with shelter so that I can focus on my studies.. the only way a girl can pay back is through her pussy, any thing else will fall short for the males.. I am not saying they are helping me to seek pleasure from me.. no.. cart before horse or horse before cart… finally it’s a win win situation.. if I behave one way with Kishore and another way with you, it means double standards.. Ramesh , even if I try to be away from you, one day I will yield to you.. its natural.. you don’t have any bad qualities that I should stay away from you.. if you and I feel that sleeping together makes sense lets continue..”

Ramesh is not so intelligent in talking.. that too with girls.. he hugs her and kisses her on cheeks and says good night..  

Amala is little disappointed that he didn’t take initiative but she knows he is reserved in nature .. she closes her eyes.. she knows it’s a matter of time before he becomes more bold..

Yes.. more bold.. that she didn’t even expect him to be !!! see what happens next day !!!

In the night after dinner every one is in living room watching some TV show.. Ramesh comes with his progress card and goes to his mom Jaya..

Sitting in her lap and showing the report card , he says “mom.. look at the marks , I am so glad to make you happy mom.. isn’t this what you expected from me.. mom.. for the first time I am seeing happiness in your face mom” , as he becomes emotional , Anil switches off the TV

Jaya becomes emotional seeing the great progress he made.. she cant stop kissing her son on his cheeks and hugging him closely as he started moving little uncomfortably in the beginning but soon unaware of the other family members he started moving on his own and soon he opened her blouse exposing great pair of melons that popped out and embracing fresh air has attracted the attention of Kishore who is watching with jelous.. noticing the love and passion in Kishore’s eyes , she sighed at him to join them.. seeing how much her own son Ramesh developed in these few days she started thinking highly of his son already

Yes, he will become  a very good citizen soon.. every mother thinks like this and I am no exception.. Jaya is enjoying every moment with her son and now Kishore..



Meanwhile  Ramesh started pinching my nipple tight and I squealed but still refused to open my mouth. The more I resisted the tighter the pinch got and in a matter of a few seconds I gave in. I opened my mouth to moan and immediately felt the whiskey rush into my mouth. I knew this is the plan my husband has for Kishore as I will become wild after few drinks..

Kishore swiftly tipped the glass, leaving me no choice but to swallow the whiskey filling my mouth.  Anticipating my next obvious move, Ramesh latched his mouth to mine as soon as Kishore withdrew the glass, not allowing me the chance to throw up but instead let the liquor flow down my throat. His lips sucked on mine and his tongue snaked in and out of my mouth. My squeals of pain and passion  soon turned into moans of pleasure and as much as I wanted to deny it, Ramesh was a good kisser.  He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me towards him and kissed me even more passionately. My urge to throw up had subsided and I reluctantly started kissing him back. His hand sneaked under the blouse and cupped my left breast and started squeezing it gently, mindful of not hurting me, all the while kissing me with the passion of a lover. 



It was such a contrast. Ramesh was hungrily gulping down my booze and abusing me like a goon, forcing me to drink by pinching my nipple so hard that hurt like never did before and now he was kissing me passionately, cupping and squeezing my breast so gently; so much so that it evoked a reciprocal response from me. I never noticed Ramesh being so aggressive in the past.. this is one area I want him to improve apart from studies.. be bold and brave.. now he is displaying those qualities also

It was also such a conflict. I was being mauled  in my own house by two hungry young studs in front of my husband  who seems to be enjoying more watching me.



I did curl my toes and moan as they pounded me like I had never had been before. I did let them suck me in whichever way they wanted. I didn’t shout or resist when they repeatedly flipped me over to either lick me from behind or from the front.   I didn’t kick them in the face when they put my legs over their shoulders as they ploughed my pussy. I didn’t try to stop them in those momentary breaks when they switched places. I didn’t open my mouth to scream for help but rather moan as they stuffed their thick, dangling cocks in my mouth.  My mouth was wide open every time they pumped it full of semen which in the heat of the moment, I swallowed.    They had seen through my shit show of defiance and now the bitter truth had dawned upon me too. And now I was in my husband’s view, half naked, fervently kissing back the boys.

I heard Ramesh snap his fingers at Kishore even as he continued kissing me. My eyes were closed as if trying to shut out the reality and just go with the flow.  “Give the drink.” I heard Ramesh say to Kishore before breaking the kiss.   I opened my eyes and saw Ramesh take the glass almost half full with whiskey. He gulped down two large sips before looking at me and saying, “Take …it”   I opened my mouth just enough for the thin rim of the glass to fit right in and for the drink to flow in to my mouth. I looked up at Ramesh as I slowly sipped on the whiskey. This time, it didn’t taste as strong as it did in the past. The last few minutes were so overwhelming that it made me thirsty and I drank the neat drink like water.

I had never drunk whiskey neat; I always had it with a coke and a lot of ice to water it down. It was indeed a day of firsts.  I quietly gulped down three sips of the whiskey and just as the last sip was in my mouth, Ramesh abruptly pulled back the glass and latched his lips on to my still open mouth. It was so sudden that I yelped and some of the drink in my mouth ended up in his. Not that he seemed to mind it.  As our saliva mixed in with hard liquor, our kiss got more intense. This time I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back while his hand roamed down to my pussy. My breathing quickened as I felt him lift the hem of the apron and his palm cup my pussy. I know I shouldn’t have done it but my body was reacting on its instincts when I spread my legs to give his fingers access to my nether region.  

His thick finger easily slipped into my already wet pussy and started moving back and forth smoothly. His lips munched on mine while his finger flicked my turgid nipple under the apron.  Ramesh broke the kiss , brought his hand behind me to untie the blouse. I tilted my head a bit to allow him to pull the blouse off my neck. I was now again naked in front of every one; not that the blouse did a great job at covering me but it did give a notion of being a covered.  



Ramesh was sitting to my right and Kishore quickly sat to my left and watched with childlike fascination as his friend cupped my right breast in his hand. My already erect nipple popped out even more as the grip around it tightened.  I looked at Kishore and he looked at me. I had a particular hatred towards him .. He was the one who groped my daughter Payal and forced himself upon her. He was rough, violent and abusive .. But now that I wasn’t resisting, he quickly finished his drink and joined his friend Ramesh in fondling my tits.  I was in the ‘man cave’, my husbands’ favorite place in his house. I was sitting buck naked with my legs spread on the black leather couch where my husband sat playing video games or watching sports. I was indulging in adultery in this room with two boys when I had never even had sex with any one beyond my husband in this room.

How shameful and disgraceful could I get?  My eyes were moistening up from those thoughts but I was quickly distracted my Ramesh’s mouth. It was latched on to my nipple and sucking on it. Kishore, too joined in but instead raised my arm, exposing my underarm. He touched his nose to my bare underarm before inhaling deeply, sniffing my scent.   He then put his tongue out and licked the entire length of my underarm. I had never had my underarm sniffed or licked and it felt ticklish and strange but equally arousing if not more. It was then that I realized that my underarm too could be my weak spot. It was altogether a novel, embarrassing yet exciting feeling to have my nipple sucked on one side and my underarm licked on the other.  My heaving breathing turned into sighs and then into moans, my hand unknowingly wrapped around Ramesh’s head as he sucked on my heaving breast while Kishore occupied himself with licking or rather relishing my underarm, dragging his raspy tongue up and down my shaved underarm.

Maybe this was his first time with a smooth shaven underarm. I closed my eyes and let them have their way with me. I sighed and cooed, shivered and trembled as I felt their tongues one me.  Ramesh subjected my breast to a plethora of moves. He flicked my taut nipple with his tongue, licked my areola and the flesh around and tightly sucked it, pulling my nipple with his lips. Like a predator, devouring his prey after a hunt, Ramesh too devoured my flesh. He was completely focused on my tits, sucking them with such vigour, not stopping to look at me or even catch his breath but just occasionally groaning.  Both of them knew I was game and wasn’t going anywhere now. Now they could take their time with me, do anything they pleased to me and make me do anything that pleased them. In the morning, they ruthlessly fucked me into submission. It was more of a punishment than sex and it was their way of fucking the resistance out of me.

Now that they had me hooked, they took their time with every inch of my body.   Wild dogs chase their prey, corner it, bite and paw at it till. The prey, exhausted then finally gives up, not able to resist anymore, not having the will to go on like that falls to the ground, watching as the wild dogs slowly devour him bite after bite, resigned to its fate. This analogy worked for me too.   These two wild dogs chased me, cornered me and broke down my resistance by first by violent slaps and punches; then cornered me by showing off their giant man hoods ..And now I too had resigned to my fate, watching as these two predators bite into my flesh. 

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[chellaporukki]

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Amala

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Payal

[Rangabaashyam]

Awesome

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Kamala

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Very good

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Amala

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Payal

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Jaya

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Amala

[Dorabooji]

Super hot writing

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-31-



After satiating himself with my underarm, Kishore too dug his teeth into my breast. My breasts had never been subjected to this before. Two men sucking my breasts in tandem was not just novel sensation but also extremely arousing. I cradled them as they fed on my breasts, making loud slurping and sucking sounds which accompanied by my sighs and moans created a melody of debauchery.  The temperature in the closed, dimly lit room was rising rapidly. The windows were closed, the dbangs drawn, the fan was off and copious amounts of alcohol had been ingested. All family members are watching us.. My body was getting hotter with each passing second and with each bite into my breast and I could feel their equally hot bodies from their warm breaths and mouths.  

All the lights in the house were switched off and only the dim light near the bar counter was on. The house was eerily quiet except for the loud sounds of smacking lips, slurping tongues and creaking sound of naked skin rubbing against the leather as my body shuffled and writhe.   I sighed, moaned and occasionally a loud gasp escaped my mouth as I felt their teeth brush against my soft and very sensitive skin as they expertly lapped on my breasts.  Ramesh’s hands gently caressed and moved over my belly.   I wasn’t fat by any standard but I was borderline chubby. My hubby loved it, especially holding my soft, fleshy waist and at times also rested his head on my lower belly, calling it his favorite spot. Ramesh’s hand was now caressing his favorite spot.  

My hubby is right in front of me, perhaps watching us peacefully, enjoying the fact that his wife, at this late hour of the night is allowing two young boys  to indulge in the pleasures of her naked form. One of them being her own son makes the scene even more exciting .. It was unknown to him that his daughter Payal was allowing these two crooked boys to touch her pristine body in ways that only he was allowed to touch. But now they are on my wife.. Not just were they touching but also caressing, rubbing, squeezing.   Their eyes had seen what only he had the right to see, their lips and their tongue had touched something that only he had before.  The very breasts that he so loved and sucked on while making love to his wife ; the same breasts  were now being fed to these two men who had conquered her body, leaving behind visible signs of the conquest and plunder.

They had attacked her, invaded her sanctity, defiled her purity, mounted her and had finally broken her body and spirit.   Though she had been forced to sin before but now she was doing it with her own free will. In the morning, she had been invaded repeatedly but now the gates were being opened from the inside allowing the conquerors a walk over. The siege of her mind and body was over, the resistance had faded away and the invaders were now marching onto her freely and she was surrendering to them.  In the radiance of the dim light, I could see a sheath of thick saliva covering my breasts. Their salivating mouths continued sucking and biting my breasts. I knew they would leave my breasts scarred with love bites. Ramesh’s hand had slowly moved down to my pussy and the smoothness with which his thick finger sunk into my pussy, it was obvious how profusely wet and lubricated I was unlike in the morning.  Ramesh finally broke away from my breast. Even though he was wearing my husband’s silk robe, I could see a part of his shimmering hairy chest glimmer in the light. By now it was very hot inside the closed, damp room that we were all sweating.

I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back onto the leather. I had felt their wet hair as they had sucked on my breasts and I was sure that under those silk robe, they were sweating.  While Kishore was still munching on my breast, Ramesh quietly poured a stiff drink in two glasses. Hearing that, Kishore too stopped sucking my breast and took the glass of whiskey. They quietly clinked their glasses and started drinking. Kishore gulped down the drink in one sip while Ramesh took his time, slowly taking one sip at a time, watching me in a dazed yet aroused state. I was naked on the couch, my legs spread apart, my body covered in their saliva and my own sweat. It sure must have been a sight to behold.  “Peeyegi mom?” Ramesh asked.  

I was so thirsty at that moment that I couldn’t refuse the drink. I quietly nodded.  Ramesh poured another drink into his glass and added some water to it. It wasn’t because he was being mindful of my tolerance of neat alcohol but because he didn’t want me to puke and ruin the mood. The moment he handed me the drink I gulped it down like water, unaffected by the sharp taste and smell of the liquor.  Ramesh again poured a drink in the empty glass I had handed over to him and stood up. Still gazing at me, he quietly untied the knot holding his robe together. Once the knot was undone, he gently parted the robe, revealing his thick, long and unbelievably erect cock. Her son’s dick was never this big and this strong.

It pointed straight at me and I could see the thick, uncovered bulbous head its piss slit. It twitched and pulsed as he slowly moved towards me. With the light shining on it at just the perfect angle, his cock looked even more impressive than it was.  Ramesh placed his left foot on the couch, keeping his right foot firmly on the floor. He gently pulled my head from behind towards his crotch. I closed my eyes and just a moment later I felt his phallus brush against my lips. I inhaled his musky pungent aroma which was far more tolerable compared to the morning before his shower.  I looked up at him nervously. He was standing with one hand on his waist, the other holding the drink looking down triumphantly.

Without an iota of resistance, I opened my mouth a little and I felt his cock slid between my lips and touch my tongue. I felt it sliding down my tongue and then slowly slide back. As the tip reached my puckered mouth, it slid back in. I pursed my lips around his thick head, sucking on it, licking the underside. I pushed my mouth, taking an inch more of his cock and then swirled my tongue around the thick cock head and the shaft before taking in an inch further.  I looked up at him drinking whiskey. He didn’t move an inch but allowed me to gently bob my head back and forth on his tool. There was no way I could take him all in and neither did he bother shoving it all in. He simply drank the whiskey and watched me suck his cock.  

The only cock that had ever been in my mouth before was my husband. In fact, it took my husband a few months after our marriage to convince me to go down on him. I did it because it pleased him and not because I was a fan of fellatio. Over the years it had become tolerable enough for me but I had never allowed my husband to cum inside my mouth. Along with anal sex, this was a strict no-go for my husband.  The only other cock or cocks to fuck my mouth are  Kishore and Ramesh now. But now I could not just feel its contours in my mouth but also smell and taste it.  

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kishore slide down to the floor and then shuffle between my legs. I instinctively spread my legs and let him do what he wanted to while I focused on sucking the cock in my mouth.   Ramesh was now gently rocking back and forth, leisurely fucking my mouth. I pulled back. I placed a full lipped, wet kiss on the tip of his cock before lowering my head down to his balls. His massive balls sack hung low and heavy below his thick, long shaft. Out of curiosity, I sniffed them, inhaling the same musky aroma before licking them. I licked them nicely, coating them with a thick layer of my own saliva before popping them in my mouth.  I heard Ramesh groan as his balls rolled inside my mouth. I felt the base of his shaft rub against my nose as I sucked his balls. I pulled back and the balls popped out of my mouth audibly and then kissed his cock along its length before popping the thick head back in my mouth.

I was really surprised at myself. I had never enjoyed fellatio and would have never done it like this with my husband but strangely I was enjoying sucking my son’s cock and even tempted to suck on Kishore’s. Previously, I looked at oral sex as a chore but now I longed to suck it even more.  Even while I was busy sucking Ramesh, his buddy Kishore had gotten occupied with my pussy. He ran his hands gently over my thighs before caressing my pussy, feeling its wetness and slickness. I glanced upon him tasting my juices on the tip of his finger.  “Kya mast choosti hai.” Ramesh said as he firmly placed his hand on the top of my head and started fucking my mouth.  

“Sahi kaha bhai. Aur ab to chut bhi chatne de rahi hai.” Kishore quipped, watching my pussy intently.  “Haan…Tujhe chut chatna bohot pasand hai na. Kabhi chakhi hai itni chikni choot?”  “Nahi Bhai. Yeh badi ghar ki aurate to apne patio ke lulliyo se chudwane mein khush hoti hai. Hum to kachra hai in logo ke liye” Kishore replied as two of his thick fingers entered my pussy making me moan which was muffled by Ramesh’s dick.  “Sahi kaha…inhe nahi pata ki asli maza to hum jaise asli mardo se chudwane mein hai. Aur jab pata chal jata hai to inhe nasha ho jata hai hamare laudo ka.” Ramesh said.  I was hearing all this. Was this how the poor, younger boys think of married  women I wondered.  “Main to pakka bolta hoon…iska pati din mein teen bar chodke raat ko ek aur baar nahi kar payega ” Kishore.  “Haan. Iska pati to ek shot mein hi khatam ho jata hoga.” Ramesh said.  “Usi ko poochte hai….kya tera pati aise chod payega?” Ramesh asked me. 



I looked up, embarrassingly nodded a no and continued sucking his cock.  “Agar kal hi maan jati to acche se chudwa leti..aish karti hamare laudo se” Ramesh said as he grabbed my hair, pulled out and slapped his cock on my lips and cheek as if reprimanding me for defying him earlier. His thick wet, sticky mass of meat slaps on my soft cheeks audibly.   I closed my eyes and tilted my face up just enough, allowing his to slap and rub his cock on my face. I felt his hard, chunky bones lightly slap my cheek and rub against my face, lips and nose splattering them with his manly juices. I felt a depraved sense of satisfaction.   This was far better than his actual slaps, I thought to myself. In another act of disbelief, I looked up at him and opened my mouth before putting my tongue out flat.   “Splat splat splat…” his cock slapped my tongue, droplets of his precum splattered into my eager mouth.

He gently rocked back and forth rubbing the underside of his erection against my raspy tongue. I pressed my tongue against his cock even as he rubbed it, making it ooze a thick drop of precum onto my tongue.   I narrowed by tongue before darting it on his piss slit, making his cock twitch wildly. My probing tongue worked on his piss slit and a little below his cockhead. I took just the tip of his cock between my tightly pursed lips and let my tongue do the magic. I had Ramesh twitching and shuddering in seconds. I flattened my tongue, allowing him to slap and rub his cock on it and he pleased.   Where was all these moves coming from? I thought. I wasn’t least bit enthusiastic about a blowjob and had never tried this trick on my husband and neither had I seen this in a porn movie? Was this the manifestation of the slut deep inside me?  Even as our little play continued,  we kept eye contact.



My upward tilted face allowed me to look straight into his eyes while he looked down with a sense of satisfaction and wonder.  “Maa.. Mere Lund choosne mein maza aa raha hai?” Ramesh asked, still rubbing his cock on my tongue.  “Haa beta” I nodded and managed to utter with an open mouth and a rolled out tongue.  “Agar pehle hi yeh maan jati to mooh tudwane ki bajai chut chudwa rahi hoti.” Kishore added with a chuckle. He was now grinding his thumb against my clit even as his fingers moved in and out of my cunt.  “Kyu itna natak kiya? Kyu itna bawandar machaya?” Ramesh asked me even as my mouth was busy sucking on his balls.  “I am sorry.” Was all I could reply and I quietly got back to sucking his cock. But it did make me think? What if I had let them have their way with me. It would have definitely saved me a lot of physical hurt.   I wondered if I should have submitted.  “Haan sorry to tu hai. Lekin tere sorry kuch kaam ke nahi. Ab tu sabki bharpai karegi. Hum jitna chahe, jaisa chahe chodenge tujhe aur tu chup chaap chudwayei?” Ramesh growled showing me a glimpse of his true self.

Scared, I simply nodded in affirmative and continued pleasing his phallus with my mouth.  I groaned loudly when I felt Kishore’s mouth of my pussy. I stopped sucking Ramesh and threw my head back against the couch as Kishore mounted a precision oral attack on my clit. My body twisted and writhe as he masterfully licked my clit even as his fingers kept fucking my pussy. It was evident that pussy licking was not just his fetish but also his skill.  “Chut chatna bhoola nahi hai tu Teji.” Ramesh chuckled as he watched me moan and groan from the expert cunnilingus.  “Aaaahhh…ohh shit…aaaahhh” I moaned as my thighs pressed his face tightly. It only made him chuckle.  “Badhiya chatata hai na. Maza aa raha hai?” Ramesh asked me.  “Aaah..Haan.. haan..” I managed to reply amidst the pleasure storm.  


Kishore skillfully mixed his moves. He first licked my clit while fingering me, then ran his tongue up and down my entire pussy before sucking on my labia. He then pulled out his fingers and darted his tongue inside my pussy even while his finger expertly flicked my clit.   It was something I had never experienced before even though my husband licked my pussy it was not even close to being this good. My surprise and pleasure was quite clear from my loud moans.  Ramesh then mounted the couch and pushed back my head against the couch. I looked up and opened my mouth as he crouched in front of me. My moans which were coming out of my open mouth muffled the moment Ramesh stuffed his cock inside it. I tightly pursed my lips around his shaft which was almost half way inside my mouth. He then started pushing his hips towards me, fucking my mouth.  In the throes of ecstasy, I had not realized that I was now taking more than half of Ramesh’s unusually long cock and I did it with no problem.

Ramesh pushed down his cock deeper into my mouth and Kishore licked my pussy so well that even my muffled moans grew louder.   My unoccupied hands soon snaked behind   Ramesh and grabbed his taut butt pulling him deeper into my mouth. In just a couple of minutes I was taking almost the entire length of his cock. I could feel it hit the back of my throat and could feel a slight gag building up.  Ramesh too started groaning feeling the tightness of my throat and also in approval of my deep throating him.



And then in one smooth yet forceful shove, Ramesh pushed his cock all the way in. I gagged as I felt his thick pubes brush against my nose but he held on. I coughed and gagged but endured. My mind oblivious to the oral stimulation I was getting below.   A few seconds on, Ramesh relented; he pulled out his cock and I inhaled loudly, coughing and gasping. My eyes teared up and turned red. My chest heaved violently as my lungs try to take in as much air as possible.  

All this made other family members feel horny

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