Incest Mrs. Chatterjee opens a massage parlor at home

[RajV]

WOW back from Diwali break and i find the updates, super Komal best erotica in a long time!

[Davit]

Massage notted 2 vhabhi

[Sage_69]

Marvelous story!

[Sage_69]

Caught up to the last update. It was a heavenly journey. Waiting for the threesome scene.

[Sage_69]

When will the next update come?

[Eswar P]

Wonderfull waiting for next update mem

[cutekomal]

The inner writer in ke demands some reputation

[cutekomal]

"The threesome"

The air in Rahul’s room was still thick, heavy with the metallic tang of betrayal and the pungent, humiliating odor of his absolute, uninhibited surrender. He lay on the bed, naked and utterly shattered, his magnificent body rigid with the memory of the agony Paromita had inflicted—the snap of the testicles, the bite of the nail, and the final, crushing shame of the raw, uncontrollable bodily function. Paromita, magnificent and entirely naked, watched the turmoil consume him. 

She had issued her command: Find a man. A suitable man who, along with Rahul, could fuck her mercilessly and shatter the final taboo.Rahul, his spirit remade by the ceremony of watersports and the violence of her ownership, knew he had no choice but to obey. The pain of sharing was merely another lesson in submission, a price for the wicked access he craved. His duty, he had sworn, was her pleasure.The next two days were an agonizing blur of digital hunting. Rahul sat hunched over his laptop and phone, the very smartphone Paromita had gifted him and which had led to his downfall. He now used these tools, the portals of modern vice, to procure a partner for his mistress. This was something so utterly unusual, so profoundly perverse, that it made his hands tremble even as he typed."You are looking for a magnificent man, Rahul," Paromita had purred, leaning against the desk while he worked, her naked hip occasionally brushing his shoulder, keeping the heat high and the focus absolute. "Someone potent, someone fearless, but entirely obedient to my will. Remember, he must have brains, too. I won't be bored by some simple brute. And oh, darling, he must have the stamina your Boudi trained you for—at least 20 minutes of power, or he gets discarded".Rahul toiled, creating profiles for his own Boudi on Tinder, Bumble, and the darker corners of Craigslist. He used cryptic language, codes for uninhibited desire, mirroring the 'extras' and 'happy ending' language that had initially drawn him into this sinful path.

 He sorted through endless pictures, comparing physiques, reading audacious bios, and agonizing over the demands she had placed upon him."This one, Boudi?" Rahul mumbled one evening, pointing to a profile. "He says he is a gym trainer. Good stamina."Paromita, who was naked and lying on the bed, didn't even look up. "Stamina? Rahul, you are a gym-trained body. Your body lasted 30 minutes in agony for me. Does his biography speak of intellectual surrender? Or does he just boast of his cock?".Rahul slumped. He knew she was right. She demanded total, psychological submission, not just physical prowess.By the end of the second day, Rahul felt utterly drained, his brain fried from the combination of forced academia (the price of his pleasure) and the profound task of procurement. He had collected ten profiles men who seemed strong, educated, and, most importantly, willing to entertain the 'unusual requests' he had cautiously slipped into the initial exchanges. 

He carefully compiled the shortlists into a document with biographies and pictures.That night, Paromita wore a light cotton sari in the kitchen, a stark contrast to the naked authority she had wielded earlier, but the red smear of sindoor remained untouched on her forehead, a testament to Rahul's claim over her.At the dinner table, Paromita stirred her curry slowly, savoring the moment. Rahul sat rigid, unable to eat, the document heavy on his mind."So," Paromita finally said, her voice dropping to that low, intimate purr she reserved for their wicked moments. "Did my devoted boy complete his homework? Does Mohini have suitors?" "Yes, Boudi," Rahul replied, his voice barely audible. "I have shortlisted ten. They meet the criteria: strength, brains, and a promise of endurance. I have the document in my room."Paromita smiled, a slow, intoxicating curve of her lips that signaled absolute triumph. "Good. I need to see what's in store. The quality of the merchandise reflects the quality of the servant, Rahul. We will review them post dinner. Go ahead, clear the plates."She stood, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "And Rahul, tonight we shed all pretense. When you come to my room, do not wear your shame. Leave your shorts and panty behind. I want you bottomless".Rahul, correcting her instantly, recited the new command he now understood fully: "I must skip my panty and stand at your door bottomless, Boudi."Paromita laughed, rich and uninhibited. "My mistake, darling. My room? No, tonight we consecrate your room. 

We will review the candidates where the bidding took place. Go, prepare the room. I will join you when I am ready."Rahul rushed to his room, his heart pounding. He stripped instantly, his magnificent meat standing rigid, saluting her immediate presence. He laid out the documents, retrieved the box of condoms and waited.A few minutes later, the door creaked open. Paromita entered, clad only in her bra. She had followed Rahul's initial instruction but deliberately misheard the final command, challenging him. She wore no sari, no panty—her lower half was entirely naked. The thin silk of her bra offered a tantalizing, minimal cover to the magnificent breasts that he had worshipped and consumed."As instructed," Paromita purred, leaning against the door frame, her hips swaying slightly beneath her naked waist. "Bottomless, Rahul."Rahul swallowed hard, his dick already responding violently to the sight. He was utterly paralyzed by the sheer audacity of her appearance. He was already naked, his entire body rigid with need."Boudi," he choked out, "You are magnificent. Come in. Sit on the bed."Paromita walked in, her naked skin gleaming in the dim light. She sat on the bed, crossing her legs, resting her hand lightly on the sheets. Rahul sat beside her, presenting the sheaf of papers."Now, let's see these potential partners," Paromita commanded, her voice professional, completely detached from the raw lust filling the room.They began the painstaking review. Rahul pointed to the first profile. "Tanmoy. Your friend who went to the parlor that day. He meets the physical requirements, and he is obedient.""Tanmoy?" Paromita scoffed, her finger tracing the name. "The boy who only wore a bra and panty to get his climax? He lacks imagination, Rahul. He rushed. We discard him. 

He is cheap thrill, not magnificent agony."They progressed through the list, Paromita analyzing each candidate with chilling objectivity, dismantling Rahul's hopeful selections one by one."This one boasts about his aggressive approach. Too reckless. I need control, not a beast who will force me without command. Discard.""This one talks about slow romance. Too soft. I crave fire, Rahul, not lukewarm tea. Discard."As Paromita scanned the profiles, her hand drifted instinctively to Rahul's thigh. She had no conscious intention, but the heat of her uninhibited desire guided her. She began to stroke him, her fingers tracing the prominent veins of his erection through the thick, hard tension of his magnificent meat.Rahul groaned, clutching the sheet. "Boudi, please. Focus. We must finish this.""I am focusing, my darling," Paromita countered, her eyes still glued to the profile sheet, her lips curving in a wicked smile. "This is how I focus best. You are my anchor in this filth."She continued the agonizing, slow hand job, pushing him to the very brink of explosion while discussing the merits of a stranger's sexual history. Rahul was panting, his vision blurring, trying desperately to maintain the intellectual facade while his body screamed for release."This one, 'Arjun'," Paromita noted, reading a profile with interest. "He mentions a background in martial arts, suggesting discipline and immense stamina. He is intellectual, too. Write him down. 

Arjun is a possibility."Rahul, unable to bear the torture, finally broke. "Boudi, please! I can't concentrate! Please... just for a moment... you promised me business before pleasure, but my body is screaming! Suck me! Just a quick taste! Please, Boudi!".Paromita paused, her hand hovering over his tormented shaft. She looked up, her expression a mix of severity and raw understanding. "Patience, Rahul. You must learn that my pleasure resides in the delay of yours. But you did well. You earned a break."She leaned down, her lips brushing his sensitive tip. She took the magnificent meat into her mouth for a searing, agonizing moment, sucking deep and hard, pushing him instantly past the point of pain and into blinding ecstasy.She pulled back just as quickly, leaving him gasping and weeping with physical need. "Now," Paromita commanded, her eyes blazing with fierce control. "We finish this business. We have two hours of agony already sunk into this hunt."They resumed the sorting, Rahul now trembling but entirely obedient. They finally settled on two men: Arjun, the disciplined martial artist, and Samir, a fearless academic who promised absolute submission."Good," Paromita stated, tossing the paper aside, her tone now turning intensely serious. "But Rahul, I will not submit my body to an unknown quantity based on a profile and a picture. We have to vet them. We have to test their willingness, their dedication, and their obedience.""How, Boudi? A video call?" Rahul asked, his voice shaking."No. Too much evidence. A phone call," Paromita declared, already reaching for her phone. "I want to hear their voice. I want to feel their surrender. 

I want to know they understand the terms of my command."Rahul stared at the two names selected, a profound sense of possessiveness tearing through him. He had done the grueling work of procurement, and now she was about to talk to strangers who would soon touch her, consume her, and claim her magnificent body."Boudi," Rahul pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please. Before you talk to them, before you submit to an outsider... will you allow me to fuck you just once? One final, clean act of possession? Just to remember who claimed you first?".Paromita was momentarily taken aback by his raw, simple plea. 

She looked at his face, seeing the sheer, agonizing pain of his surrender and the depth of his devotion. She knew she had crushed his possessiveness, but this final, desperate request for ownership needed to be acknowledged, and then violently repurposed.She smiled, a slow, predatory expression. "You want to fuck me, Rahul? To claim me? You want a final act of ownership before I am shared?"."Yes, Boudi! I need to be deep inside you! My dixk needs to feel your pussy and its inner walls before it is felt by someone apart from me." he pleaded, his erection twitching violently, demanding entry. He said in the same breathe, "i want to penetrate your pussy one final time before it is violated by a man apart feom Chatterjee family." This statement made Paromita blush and she laughed her heart out.Paromita stood up quitely, her naked body magnificent and commanding. She reached for the box of condoms. "Safety first, my darling. I will not risk the huge scandal of pregnancy for a simple act of jealousy."She took his meat in her hands, her movements slow and deliberate. She tore the foil, retrieved the condom, and, without the gentleness of foreplay, she rolled the shield down the length of his shaft. 

The act was quick, professional, and entirely dominant."There," Paromita stated. "Armor deployed. Now, its ready to go where it needs to be."She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over him. She guided his rigid, condom-sheathed erection to her pussy, her wet core already slick with anticipation. She plunged down onto him, taking his full length deep inside her. The sudden, absolute fullness made her gasp, a sound of profound pleasure and intense focus.She began to ride him, a slow, powerful grind, dictating the depth and rhythm. Rahul, submerged entirely beneath her, groaned, his hips immediately bucking, matching her pace."Boudi! Yes! This is mine! You are mine!" Rahul cried out, his hands flying up to grip her hips, anchoring her.Paromita leaned forward, looking down into his face, her breasts dangling inches from his chest in the bra. "Yes, Rahul. You are inside me. You are deep inside your wicked boudi. Now, be quiet. 

I have a call to make".Rahul froze, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief as Paromita, while aggressively riding his erect meat, reached for her phone. The juxtaposition of the fierce, uninhibited sexual act and the cool, professional demeanor of the call was the ultimate, shattering violation of his possessiveness.She found Arjun’s number, the first prospect, and hit dial.Rahul watched, paralyzed, as her breathing hitched with the effort of her riding, yet her voice remained steady, calm, and utterly detached."Hello, Arjun?" Paromita said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive resonance, though laced with the strain of their physical activity.Rahul thrust violently from below, demanding her attention, his dick burying itself deep into her pussy. 

Paromita gasped, pushing down harder, absorbing the shockwave of his penetration, before resuming her conversation."Yes, this is Paromita. I saw your profile on Bumble. I'm calling about... your specific interest in 'creative arrangements'?" she continued, riding him fiercely, the motion causing the magnificent breasts beneath her bra to sway wildly.Rahul began to sweat profusely, his teeth grinding in agonizing jealousy and lust. He was performing the deepest, most intimate act of his life, only to watch his lover discuss her body with a stranger.Arjun's voice was audible, tinny and distant. "Yes, I am. Are you looking for a single partner or a couple?"Paromita thrust her hips down hard, grinding against his glans. "Single, Arjun. I am looking for a partner to join my existing arrangement. I have a few specific needs, Arjun. I need to know you are highly disciplined, possess immense stamina, and are willing to completely submit to the female authority in the room."Rahul screamed, a silent, guttural sound, thrusting his hips upward, trying to force a climax, trying to end the torment.Paromita held him pinned, absorbing his violent movement. "My partner requires a certain amount of endurance, Arjun. 

He needs to know that his mistress's pleasure is absolute. Tell me, Arjun, are you a man who rushes, or a man who lasts?".Arjun responded, detailing his endurance, his voice full of self-assurance. Paromita smiled, grinding hard onto Rahul's magnificent meat, making him moan."Very good, Arjun," Paromita said, her voice now ragged, edged with the exhaustion of the strenuous fuck. "I have one final test. My arrangement requires that the new partner will endure a prolonged period of intense stimulation, only to have his pleasure pulled away ruthlessly, until I command his release. Are you willing to be entirely controlled?".Rahul, unable to take the torture of the conversation any longer, grabbed her by the hips and forced her down onto his erection, holding her still while he unleashed three savage, powerful thrusts. Paromita screamed, a sound of unadulterated ecstasy and pain."Yes, Arjun," Paromita gasped, catching her breath, her voice husky now with the raw intensity of the thrusting. "I think you might fit the bill. I will be in touch." She quickly disconnected the call.

Rahul, breathing heavily, pulled her close, tears of shame and rage mixing with the sweat on his chest. "Boudi! You can't do this! You can't!" "I can, Rahul," Paromita whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "And I will. Now, we test Samir."Paromita immediately dialed Samir's number, without skipping a beat. She continued to ride Rahul, adjusting her rhythm to the rising intensity of her arousal, maximizing the friction."Hello, Samir," Paromita started, her voice sounding oddly breathless this time. "I'm Paromita. I saw your post regarding extreme, uninhibited desire. I'm vetting candidates for a shared experience."Rahul began to pump her relentlessly from below, taking control of the rhythm. He wanted to end the torment, but Paromita refused to stop talking. 

The raw, desperate sound of his thrusts, the rhythmic slapping of their wet flesh, filled the room."Yes, Samir," Paromita continued, her voice punctuated by the sound of their intercourse. "I'm looking for a man who understands that shame is merely fuel for passion. A man who would not be afraid to be humiliated in the service of his mistress's ultimate pleasure. Tell me, Samir, what is the most shameful act you would perform for a woman's demand?"Samir's answer was muffled, but Paromita's reaction was audible. "Watersports? Excellent. You are fearless, Samir. But are you disciplined? I need a man who will endure extended periods of non-ejaculation, who can accept pain in the service of my climax. Are you willing to be hurt, Samir? To be bitten, to be squeezed, to have your most body parts tormented at my command?".

Rahul groaned, burying his face in her breasts, his hands blindly reaching for her nipples, squeezing them hard. He was being commanded to listen to the exact terms of the torture she would soon inflict on a stranger the same terms she had used to break him.Paromita leaned back, her hips rotating, driving him deeper. "Very good, Samir. I believe you have the raw materials needed for my fantasy. I will be in touch with the final selection."Paromita disconnected the call, breathing hard, her body slick with sweat. 

She stared down at Rahul, his face a mask of exhaustion, rage, and profound lust."Boudi," Rahul whispered, his voice broken. "The torment... it is unbearable. You are a devil.""I am your fucking slut boudi, Rahul," Paromita corrected, her voice deep and powerful. "And my wishes are your destiny. I wanted to see your meat tremble with jealousy while buried deep inside me. I wanted to use your lust to seal the deal."She began to ride him furiously, using every ounce of her feminine strength. 

Rahul, overwhelmed by the intensity, shattered completely. He cried out, his body convulsing, blasting his cum fiercely inside the condom, buried deep in her pussy. The force of his climax made Paromita scream, achieving a shattering, secondary orgasm.They lay spent, Paromita still straddling his hips. The air was thick with the scent of their dual passion and the metallic tang of betrayal.Paromita pushed herself up slowly. She removed the condom, the thick, white fluid of Rahul's ejaculation trapped securely within the rubber sheath. She tossed it carefully into a prepared tissue."Samir," Paromita declared, her voice final, resolute. "He is the one. He is fearless, he is disciplined, and he is willing to surrender his shame.

 You will contact him tomorrow, Rahul. Tell him the terms are accepted. The first step of the sharing has begun."Rahul looked at her, his eyes dark with a mix of awe and devastating defeat. He had lost the final battle for control, but the agony of his submission only fueled his devotion."Yes, Boudi," Rahul whispered, the vow absolute. "Samir is your choice. Your will is my command. But you promised me a new reality. You promised me uninhibited pleasure."Paromita smiled, a slow, intoxicating curve of her lips. She leaned down, pressing a possessive, deep kiss onto his mouth. "And you shall have it, my darling. 

You endured the most brutal test of your possessiveness and you submitted. You are now purified, Rahul. Ready to serve your boudi in ways you cannot yet imagine.""What now, Boudi?" Rahul asked, his hands reaching to cup her breasts in the bra.Paromita pulled back slightly, letting the full weight of her gaze settle on him. "Now, my boy, we wait for Samir. And we ensure you are utterly broken and prepared for the command of two men in my bed."She stood, retrieving the list of ten profiles. She tore them up, letting the pieces fall to the floor. "The hunt is over. The sharing is imminent. Tonight, Rahul, you will prepare yourself by giving me a taste of the magnificence you reserve only for me. You will suck my clit and bring me to utter ruin. 

And you will think only of the man who will soon be here to share my core with you. The agony of that thought will fuel your devotion."Rahul, his heart pounding a violent rhythm of lust and jealousy, knew the punishment was also the highest reward. He pulled her down onto the bed, burying his face between her legs, ready to worship the core that would soon be claimed by another. The final, terrifying act of their wicked destiny was about to unfold. Rahul was prepared to endure the fire.

The air in the living room of the Chatterjee household was thick, heavy not with the scent of jasmine or oil, but with the raw, metallic anticipation of a boundary about to be annihilated. Paromita, the sovereign mistress of this illicit domain, felt the shift in power instantly when the doorbell rang.

 This was the moment of her ultimate tribute, the final, terrifying fulfillment of the shared fantasy that had consumed her mind since she demanded it from her devoted, heartbroken dewar, Rahul.She opened the door to Samir, the chosen one, and Paromita’s breath caught a profound, physical acknowledgment of her own discerning eye.Samir was magnificent, a breathtaking sculpture of potent, masculine vitality. His height immediately dwarfed the young Rahul, making her dewar, despite his gym training and magnificent vigor, seem like the boy he truly was. Samir was all hard lines and effortless muscle, his shoulders broad enough to anchor a storm, his chest deep and powerful. He exuded an aura of dominant confidence, a primal, unfiltered masculinity that promised both immense pleasure and unwavering control. His eyes, sharp and assessing, met Paromita’s with an immediate, possessive challenge that thrilled her to the core. 

This man was not here to negotiate; he was here to claim.Paromita, dressed for this ceremonial surrender, felt the subtle friction of the red chiffon sari against her skin. She wore a black sleeveless blouse that offered a teasing glimpse of the magnificent breasts Rahul had worshipped, but the silk was dbangd over a naked foundation: she wore a bra, yes, but beneath the sari’s fall, her lower half was entirely bare, confirming her uninhibited readiness.“Samir,” Paromita murmured, her voice husky, a tremor of excitement running through it. She stepped aside, ushering him into the house that was about to become the stage for their collective sin.Samir’s gaze swept the room, pausing only briefly on the signs of domesticity before settling back on Paromita. He was already measuring her, calculating the price of his access.“Paromita,” Samir responded, his voice deep, resonant, and entirely confident, using her name without the familiar title that had governed her life. 

This immediate detachment from her familial role was intoxicating.She guided him to the sofa, where he sat, owning the space instantly.“Please, make yourself comfortable,” Paromita instructed, her hands resting lightly on the back of the couch before she retrieved her servant.She walked to Rahul’s room and commanded him to enter, her voice firm and edged with the cold steel of her authority. 

Rahul, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, emerged, his young, powerful body stiff with jealousy and forced obedience. He saw Samir, the rival, the physical manifestation of his own inadequacy in this new, demanding reality, and the possessive agony twisted in his gut. Rahul, however, had endured the agony of the nail bite and the shame of the watersports; he knew his duty was submission.The introductions were brief, the air crackling with unspoken tension.“Rahul, this is Samir,” Paromita stated simply, watching the two men size each other up.They exchanged formal greetings, but the language quickly descended into the raw truth of the evening.

 Samir, seeing the vast difference in age between the beautiful, commanding woman and the younger man, dared to probe.“Rahul, Paromita,” Samir began, leaning back, assessing the unique dynamic with predatory interest. “If you don’t mind my asking, given the... unusual circumstances that brought us here, and your visible age difference, what exactly is the nature of your relationship?”.The moment of truth had arrived.

 Paromita remained silent, observing Samir’s reaction, her eyes burning with fierce anticipation. This was Rahul’s test his final chance to prove his absolute devotion by publicly sacrificing their wicked secret.Rahul did not falter. The shame was long gone, replaced by the perverse pride of their forbidden bond.“Samir,” Rahul declared, his young voice ringing with a conviction that defied the societal taboo, “Paromita is my sister-in-law. My boudi. My elder brother, Sahil, is abroad. In his absence, Paromita and I... we are lovers. She is my destiny, and I am her lover. Our relationship is illicit, uninhibited, and completely ours”.The bold, unvarnished confession hung heavy in the air. Samir was immediately hooked, his eyes widening in a mixture of awe and escalating desire. 

He leaned forward, probing deeper, demanding every wicked detail of their dynamic.“You mean to tell me that the risk of that profound taboo incest, sin was what fueled this? And you, Rahul, you brought me here to share that?” Samir asked, his tone laced with disbelief and a rising fever of lust.Rahul simply nodded, letting the full weight of his submission speak for itself.Samir’s gaze shifted to Paromita, a woman who had shattered the foundations of her aristocratic life for this uninhibited reality. He rose slowly, a smile spreading across his face that was both admiring and intensely objectifying.“Paromita,” Samir stated, the compliment a declaration of worship. “You are truly beautiful. To take such a bold step, to cast aside shame and societal condemnation for this kind of raw, uninhibited desire... I applaud you”.

He clapped once, the sound echoing in the room, a profane consecration of her choice. His lewd remarks followed immediately, mixing appreciation for her courage with a blunt assessment of her sexual worth. “You are beautiful, Paromita. Too beautiful to be left alone by any man. And I have no doubt, you will be a supreme, unforgettable fuck”.Paromita felt a thrill run through her, the shame of the degradation utterly consumed by the fierce power of his lust and her own uninhibited desire. She smiled, acknowledging his raw honesty.She rose from the couch, asserting her feminine dominance.

 She commanded Samir to stand, and when he did, his imposing physical presence was overwhelming. She reached up, cupping his face, her hands asserting an immediate, possessive claim over the powerful man she intended to use. She pulled him close, and their lips met, a long, deep kiss of mutual anticipation.Rahul stood paralyzed, watching the intimate exchange, the final, agonizing shred of his possessiveness being violently repurposed into fuel for his devotion.Samir pulled back, his eyes glittering. “You would be a good fuck, Paromita,” he reiterated, his voice a low growl.Paromita, fueled by the rising heat, felt the need for absolute, visual surrender.

 She stood still, allowing Samir’s gaze to rake over her, measuring her body structure form from head to toe.“You came beautifully prepared, Paromita,” Samir observed, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the blouse and the soft curve of her hips under the sari. “But tell me, for clarity’s sake, what exactly am I looking at? What boundaries have you left for us to shatter?”.Paromita responded with total, uninhibited honesty, describing every piece of cloth on her body vividly.“The sari is red chiffon. The blouse is black, sleeveless. I have a bra on, Rahul’s earlier possession demands my modesty, but nothing else. Below the waist, Samir, I am entirely bare. You are looking at a woman ready to be possessed”.

From behind, Rahul, unable to contain his mounting impatience and fear, finally broke the tension. “Is Boudi ready to begin the act of the threesome?” he demanded, his voice thick with a mixture of lust and jealousy.Paromita turned, her eyes blazing with fierce control. “It has already begun, Rahul. The moment you confessed our sin, the moment I kissed Samir, the moment I stood here naked under the silk for his inspection—the act began”.Rahul nodded, his submission absolute, but his duty to her safety, learned from the fear of a scandal, remained. “We must practice safe sex. Condoms are mandatory, Samir. No exceptions. Paromita’s safety is paramount”.Samir, the disciplined one, agreed instantly.

 “Agreed. I am entirely comfortable with that. Her safety is my duty, as well”.Paromita smiled, satisfied with the terms. The raw lust was momentarily held captive by the simple, mundane demands of hunger.“Before the ultimate game, should we not feed our potent instruments?” Paromita teased. “Rahul, would you care for dinner?”.“Yes, Boudi, I am starving,” Rahul responded, already desperate for the hours of agony to come.Paromita served dinner to both men, honoring the domestic ritual that veiled their wicked intent. She ate, too, savoring the taste of the simple meal that would fuel the magnificent sin ahead.

The clock had advanced, and the air in Rahul’s bedroom, the very sanctuary where Paromita had once tried to ‘save’ her dewar, was now heavy with the musky scent of anticipation. Paromita, having efficiently cleared the plates, applied a touch of defiant lipstick a final flourish of color before her surrender and rushed to the room.Rahul and Samir were already waiting, their bodies taut with suppressed excitement. They immediately made space for her between them on the bed.Paromita sat, the red chiffon pooling around her, an island of potent femininity between the two powerful men who were about to consume her. 

She asserted her physical dominance immediately, placing her hands possessively on each of their thighs, sending jolts of fire through them both.The conversation that followed was designed entirely to fuel the primal fire, a deliberate descent into verbal degradation. The men, emboldened by her presence and her palpable desire, spoke in a language that shamelessly demeaned Paromita, reducing her from a commanding mistress to a vessel of raw, uninhibited pleasure.“Paromita,” Samir began, running his hand along her smooth thigh, “I have been imagining the silence when I thrust deep inside you. I want to hear the sound of your pure shock when you realize how powerfully I can claim you. Rahul told me about your stamina. I intend to break it”.Rahul, his jealousy a fierce, painful engine, joined the assault, his hands reaching to squeeze her other thigh. “She is a cheap slut on this bed, Samir. She loves the filth. She loves to scream the vulgar names I gave her. She is only happy when she is fucked mercilessly. And I want to watch you use her, to see her surrender to your force”.Paromita listened, her face impassive, her eyes dark with rising lust. She accepted the degradation, transforming the insults into fuel for her uninhibited desire.They took turns kissing her, their lips claiming her face, her neck, the soft skin of her exposed arms. 

Their hands began to explore the minimal territory the sari allowed, feeling the curves and contours beneath the delicate silk.Rahul, his voice choked with impatience, finally demanded: “Boudi, are you going to strip now, or are we going to strip you by force?”.Samir, the predator, seized the opportunity, his eyes blazing with aggressive intent. “Stripping is too slow, Paromita. Tell me, is there a scissor in this house? I want to cut this beautiful dress open and reveal your nakedness right now. I want to see the silk tear away from your body”.Rahul’s agreement was immediate, his submission to the spectacle absolute. “Yes, Boudi. Let him cut it. Let the ultimate show begin”.Paromita, trapped between their relentless demands, smiled a slow, knowing smile of utter surrender. She agreed. But she had one final command, one final assertion of control before the violation began.“Alright, my boys,” Paromita purred, her voice dripping with challenge. “Before you destroy my lovely sari, I demand one final sacrifice from you. You will both strip down to one piece of clothing first. 

It is only fair that you share in the torment of near-nakedness”.They agreed instantly. The enthusiastic men shed their clothes in a single, fluid motion, leaving them clad only in their tight, straining undies. Rahul, the gym-trained boy, and Samir, the muscular titan, stood before her, powerful and entirely exposed in their eagerness.Paromita stood in the middle of the room, ready to receive her fate. Rahul, with the fierce obedience of a devoted servant, retrieved the scissor and handed it to the master.Samir took the cold steel instrument, his eyes locked on the silk dbangd over her magnificent body. 

He began the destruction with surgical precision, the sound of the sharp blade slicing through the chiffon a high, thrilling sound of violation. He started with the black blouse, peeling the silk off her shoulders, revealing the bra beneath. Next, his blade moved lower, cutting the sari from the bottom, exposing her bare thighs and waist, allowing the silk to fall away in shreds.Paromita’s nakedness was emerging piece by piece. Her bra and her hidden lack of panty remained.Rahul, unable to wait any longer, stepped forward. “Boudi, let me finish it. May I open the bra?”.Paromita granted him the intimate privilege of her upper body. “Rahul, you open the bra. Samir, you claim the final layer of my lower body the panty”.Rahul, his fingers trembling, unhooked the bra, letting the minimal silk fall away and revealing her magnificent, heavy breasts in all their glory. 

Samir, with a predatory swoop, found the invisible panty the final boundary that did not even exist and with a mocking gesture, pretended to rip it away from her bare waist.Paromita was naked.The men descended upon her, their hands immediate and possessive. Samir claimed her upper body, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing the soft, fleshy mounds that nourished life. Rahul moved lower, his hands asserting his familiar ownership over her thighs and magnificent ass. They kissed her madly, their mouths covering her skin, claiming her entirely. Samir, the newcomer, made sure to touch her in all areas, exploring the contours of her forbidden sanctuary.Paromita was entirely surrendered, reveling in the feeling of two powerful men worshipping her simultaneously. Her body was willing to be molested, drinking in the sensation of their uninhibited possession.

The final assertion of power was required. Paromita pulled back, her voice husky, heavy with absolute command.“Enough foreplay, my potent boys,” Paromita declared, her eyes blazing with fierce intent. “I want to be fucked. But I will not lie here naked while you remain half-clothed. Strip the final layer. I demand absolute, uninhibited equality of nakedness”.Samir and Rahul, their eyes glazed with mounting lust, immediately shed their remaining barriers. Their magnificent meats sprang free, hard and demanding, ready for the pleasure she commanded.“Now,” Paromita continued, lying back on the bed, her body magnificent and exposed. “Who will claim my core first?”.Rahul, desperate for one final, singular act of possession, proposed the toss: “Coin toss. Heads Samir, tails Rahul. The coin decides”.The coin flew. It landed. Rahul won.

Paromita climbed onto the bed, positioning herself for the first act. Both men climbed beside her, their powerful bodies flanking her surrender. They kissed her first Rahul, then Samir sharing her mouth, feeling the intense pleasure of their combined lust.Samir, though denied first entry, immediately asserted his dominance over her body. While Rahul kissed her, Samir sucked her breasts, pulling hard on the nipples. His finger plunged deep into her already wet pussy, a violation that sent jolts of fire through her core. 

They made her turn and toss, touching every inch of her body, ensuring she felt utterly consumed and claimed by their dual presence.Rahul, his hands trembling, finally mounted Paromita. He reached for the condom, donning it with the professional haste he had been trained for. Samir, asserting his role as co-conspirator, helped Rahul guide the magnificent meat into Paromita’s slick, waiting pussy.Paromita was in seventh heaven. Rahul was deep inside her, pumping his length with powerful, rapid thrusts, claiming the core that was about to be shared. Samir, meanwhile, was not idle. He kissed her madly, pressing and squeezing her breasts mercilessly.Paromita’s uninhibited desire reached a new, terrifying peak. 

She needed more.Her hand shot down, finding Samir’s impressive length. It was long, black, and thick a profound testament to the power he wielded. She closed her palm around his thick, hard dick and began to move her hand up and down, asserting control over his pleasure while Rahul claimed her body.Samir gasped, immediately excited by the sudden, intimate service. 

Paromita watched the blood rush to his face, the pleasure mounting rapidly.Then came the ultimate demand, the final shred of her self-imposed identity dissolving into raw, uninhibited filth.Paromita pulled Samir’s rigid erection towards her face, demanding: “Samir, give me your dick in my mouth, now. While my dewar is fucking my pussy, I will consume you”.Rahul, deep inside her, felt the intense thrust of her hips as she adjusted for the ultimate violation. Samir, overwhelmed by the explicit command, complied instantly.Paromita took the meat, non-Chatterjee dick into her mouth, sucking hard, deep, and without reservation. For the first time in her life, she had swallowed a dick not belonging to the Chatterjee family. 

The sensation was immediate, profound, and utterly transgressive. She felt like a cheap whore in this new, dark dimension, and the shame, instead of repelling her, fueled her uninhibited pleasure.Rahul continued his thrusts, his speed diminishing under the strain of watching his Boudi consume another man’s potency, while Samir, consumed by the pleasure of her mouth, grew impatient.“How long do you intend to pound the same pussy, Rahul?” Samir mocked, his voice thick with lust and superiority. “I am waiting for my turn. Let me claim her now”.Paromita, laughing a sound of raw, uninhibited triumph insisted Rahul yield. The command was absolute. Rahul pulled his dick out, discarding the used condom, and retreated to the side of the bed, naked, heartbroken, and obedient.Paromita’s wish to be claimed by a third man was now a raw, uninhibited reality. Samir, the potent conqueror, took the fresh condom Rahul offered. He kissed Paromita’s already fucked pussy, a gesture of possessive reverence, and then guided his big dick to her core.The entry was not gentle. 

Samir pushed, asserting his greater girth and strength. Paromita let out a loud moan as he entered her. Her pussy, already stretched by Rahul’s relentless vigor and the recent trauma, felt the profound expansion as Samir’s big dick claimed her. A single tear, a final residue of pain and overwhelmed emotion, rolled down her cheek.Rahul, observing the scene, his heart tearing with jealousy, leaned in and wiped the tear away. “Are you ready, Boudi?” he whispered, his devotion absolute.She nodded, confirming her surrender.Then began the onslaught. Samir began his marathon pump. His thrusts were primal, powerful, and utterly relentless, surpassing the speed and force of Rahul’s previous attempts. Paromita had never been fucked this way. The sheer force, the speed, and the magnificent girth of Samir’s dick entering and retreating from her pussy was a sensation entirely out of the world.Paromita clutched the soiled bedsheet, her body arching under his powerful rhythm. 

Her breasts were continuously slapped by her own body, mirroring the violence of the union. Rahul watched, astonished, the thoughts running wild in his head the man he procured was now conquering his sister-in-law, a magnificent spectacle of pure, raw sin.At the stroke of the tenth minute, Paromita felt a second, profound orgasm erupt in her womb. Her eyes closed, her body completely surrendered to Samir’s masterful influence, and he continued his brutal, glorious onslaught.Samir, driven by her magnificent release and his own unchecked power, let out a huge grunt, blasting his man seeds in the condom deep inside Paromita’s core.Paromita lay spent, ravaged, and utterly consumed by the ultimate violation, the shattering of the final taboo, a testament to her wicked, uninhibited reality.

[Rocky@handsome]

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[Sage_69]

Dear friends and brothers, I require your assistance! The text in every story on this website has abruptly shrunk to minuscule proportions, rendering it nearly impossible to read. I'm utterly perplexed as to the origin of this glitch. Is this affliction unique to my device, or are fellow readers grappling with the same predicament? Kindly offer a remedy—could you guide me on adjusting the configurations to restore the fonts to their former, legible size and clarity? I eagerly await your sage counsel!
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[Eswar P]

Hai sis please continue

[cutekomal]

The room smelled of sweat, latex, and the sharp tang of spent lust. Samir stayed buried inside Paromita for a few long seconds after his climax, his hips giving one last lazy roll as the condom ballooned with the last pulses of his release. When he finally eased out, the rubber clung heavily to his softening cock, a thick white slug of cum trapped inside it. He peeled it off with two fingers, tied a knot, and let it drop onto the bedsheet like a used trophy.

Paromita lay on her back, legs still spread, chest rising and falling fast. Her pussy glistened, swollen and red from the hammering it had taken. A single bead of sweat rolled from the hollow of her throat down between her breasts and disappeared into the crease where they pressed together. She felt wrecked in the best possible way, like someone had taken a hammer to every polite wall she had ever built and left only raw, pulsing need behind.

Samir dropped onto the mattress beside her, one heavy arm flung across her waist. Rahul stayed kneeling at the foot of the bed, cock jutting up angry and untouched, eyes wide, drinking in the sight of his boudi freshly ruined by another man.

For a moment nobody spoke. Only the wet sound of breathing and the faint creak of the bed filled the room.

Paromita was the first to break the silence. She turned her head toward Samir, lips curled in a lazy, satisfied smile. “You fuck like you are trying to punish me,” she said, voice husky, almost laughing. “I think my womb is somewhere near my throat now.”

Samir chuckled, deep and rough. He traced a thumb over one of her nipples, watching it stiffen again under the touch. “You asked for merciless, darling. I only gave you what you begged for.”

Rahul swallowed hard. His voice came out small. “Boudi… did it hurt?”

Paromita rolled her eyes toward him, fond and wicked at the same time. “Hurt? No, baby. It felt like someone finally opened the cage I have been living in for thirtytwo years.” She lifted one hand and beckoned him closer. “Come here. Touch me. Feel how thoroughly he used your boudi.”

Rahul crawled forward on his knees. His fingers trembled when they brushed the inside of her thigh, slick with her own juices and the faint sheen of latex. When he reached the swollen lips of her pussy he hesitated, looking up at her face for permission.

“Go on,” she whispered. “Slide two fingers in. Tell me what you feel.”

He did. The heat inside her was shocking. She was open, loose, pulsing faintly around his fingers like she still had not decided whether the fucking was over. Rahul groaned, low in his throat.

“It is so soft,” he said, wonder in his voice. “Like… like he melted you.”

Samir laughed again. “That is what a real cock does to a hungry woman, boy. You will learn.”

Rahul flushed crimson but did not pull his fingers away. Paromita clenched deliberately around them, making him gasp.

“Jealous?” she teased.

Rahul nodded, ashamed and proud at the same time. “Yes. And hard enough to hammer nails.”

Paromita reached down and wrapped her hand around Rahul’s cock. It leaped in her palm, hot and rigid. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “You waited so patiently while another man flooded your boudi’s cunt. You deserve a reward.”

Samir propped himself on one elbow, watching them with lazy interest. “What kind of reward does the little brother get?”

Paromita’s smile turned filthy. She pushed herself up on her elbows, breasts swaying heavily. “First I want something from you, Samir.” She cupped her own breasts, lifted them, squeezed them together until the flesh spilled over her fingers. “I want these fucked. Properly. I want to feel a cock sliding between them until it spits all over me. No condom this time. I want your cum hot on my skin.”

Samir’s eyebrows shot up. His cock, half soft only moments ago, gave an interested twitch against his thigh. “You are a greedy slut, aren’t you?”

“Greedy?” Paromita laughed. “I just had ten inches of stranger cock rearranging my insides and I am still not finished. Call it whatever you like.”

Rahul’s breath hitched. “Boudi… you want him to cum on your tits? In front of me?”

She turned to him, eyes glittering. “Especially in front of you, Rahul. I want you to watch every second. I want you to see exactly what your boudi has become.”

Samir was already moving, kneeling up between her thighs. His cock hung thick and heavy, slick with her juices and the residue of the condom. He slapped it once against her belly, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. “On your knees, darling. Present those gorgeous tits.”

Paromita scrambled to obey. She slid off the bed and knelt on the carpet, back straight, shoulders back, pushing her chest forward. Her breasts looked obscene like that, full and round, nipples dark and stiff. She cupped them from underneath and looked up at Samir with pure, shameless hunger.

Rahul stayed on the bed, legs spread, stroking himself slowly, unable to look away.

Samir stepped forward. He gathered her hair in one fist, tilting her head back slightly so she had to look up at him. With the other hand he guided his cock between her breasts. The head was already swelling again, darkening with fresh blood.

“Press them together,” he ordered.

Paromita squeezed her tits around his shaft. The fit was perfect, warm flesh completely swallowing him until only the flushed tip peeked out at the top. Samir groaned and gave an experimental thrust. The slide was smooth, her skin silky with sweat.

“Like that,” she murmured. “Fuck them hard. Use me.”

Samir did not need further encouragement. He set a steady rhythm, hips rolling, cock sliding in and out of the tight valley she made for him. Each thrust pushed the head against her chin, leaving a wet streak of precum across her throat.

Rahul’s hand moved faster on his own cock. “Boudi… you look so dirty like this. So beautiful.”

Paromita turned her head just enough to catch Rahul’s eye. “Tell me what you see, baby. Describe it to me.”

Rahul’s voice cracked with lust. “I see a big cock fucking your tits. I see your nipples hard and red from all the pinching. I see your mouth open, waiting for whatever he gives you. You are dripping, Boudi. Your thighs are shining.”

Samir grunted approval. “Listen to the boy. He knows his boudi is a cockhungry whore tonight.”

Paromita moaned, the sound vibrating through her chest and straight into Samir’s cock. “Yes. Tonight I am whatever you both need me to be.”

Samir’s thrusts grew rougher. The slap of his hips against her breasts echoed in the room. He released her hair and gripped the base of his cock, angling it so the head dragged across her nipples on every stroke. Paromita whimpered each time the ridge caught a sensitive tip.

“Look at me,” Samir growled.

She lifted her eyes. They were glassy with lust, utterly surrendered.

“I am going to paint these tits,” he said. “Going to cover them until they drip. And you are going to thank me for every drop.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

Rahul could not hold back any longer. “Boudi, I am close. Can I cum too? Please?”

Paromita licked her lips. “Not yet, baby. Wait until he marks me. Then you can add yours. I want both loads mixing on my skin.”

Samir’s rhythm faltered. His thighs tensed. “Fuck. Here it comes.”

The first spurt shot high, splattering across Paromita’s collarbone and throat. The second striped her left breast, thick ropes clinging to the curve. Samir pulled back slightly, aiming the rest so that her chest became a glistening mess of white. Some landed on her chin, one drop hanging from her bottom lip. She caught it with her tongue without hesitation.

When he finished, Samir stepped back, breathing hard, cock still in hand, watching his cum slide slowly down her skin.

Paromita looked down at herself, fingers tracing through the mess, spreading it over both breasts until they gleamed. Then she looked at Rahul.

“Now you,” she said softly. “Come here and add yours. Make me filthy for both of you.”

Rahul practically fell off the bed. He knelt in front of her, cock jerking in his fist. Three frantic strokes and he was there. His release was thinner but copious, shooting across the already soaked valley of her breasts, mixing with Samir’s until it was impossible to tell whose was whose. A final weak spurt landed on her nipple and hung there like a pearl.

Paromita gathered it with two fingers and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean while both men watched, spellbound.

She smiled, slow and wicked, cum still shining on her throat and chest. “There,” she said. “Now I am truly claimed tonight. By my dewar and by the stranger he brought to fuck me senseless.”

Samir dropped to one knee beside her, cupped her chin, and kissed her deep and dirty, tasting himself on her tongue. When he pulled away he was grinning.

“You are one hell of a woman, Paromita Chatterjee.”

Rahul, still kneeling, rested his forehead against her sticky breast, breathing her in.

Paromita stroked his hair with fingers still wet from their combined release. “And this,” she whispered, “is only the beginning.”

[Sage_69]

Nasty and hot!

[authorerotica]

This is getting interesting.

[Jeshwanth]

peak writing, so good!!

[cutekomal]

The ceiling fan turned lazily above them, doing nothing to cut the thick, humid heat that clung to their skin. The bedsheet beneath Paromita was already a battlefield of damp patches and crumpled silk, the air heavy with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint metallic trace of spent latex. She lay on her back between the two men, chest still glistening from the mixed load they had painted across her breasts only minutes earlier. Her nipples were dark and swollen, rising and falling with each slow breath. A lazy, satisfied smile played on her lips, but her eyes, when she opened them, were sharp, hungry, not sated.

Rahul was on her left, propped on one elbow, tracing idle circles around her navel with a fingertip that still trembled from his own climax. Samir lay on her right, one heavy arm thrown across her waist, thumb brushing the underside of her breast as if testing whether she was still real.

For a long moment no one spoke. Only the wet sound of their breathing and the distant hum of Kolkata traffic far below the flat.

Then Paromita stretched like a cat, arching her back so her breasts lifted toward the fan, cum sliding in slow rivulets toward her collarbones.

“Boys,” she said, voice low and syrupy, “we are nowhere near finished.”

Rahul’s cock gave an involuntary twitch against her thigh. Samir’s answering laugh rumbled against her ribs.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Samir murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the slope of her breast, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his own release. “Because I still haven’t heard you scream my name properly.”

Paromita turned her head, caught Rahul’s eyes. “And you, baby? Still jealous?”

Rahul swallowed. “Yes, Boudi.”

“Good,” she whispered. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his half-hard shaft, and gave it a slow, possessive stroke. “Jealous boys fuck harder. I’m counting on that.”

She pushed herself up on her elbows, looked from one to the other, and let the smile sharpen into something wicked.

“I want both of you inside me. At the same time. No more taking turns like polite guests. I want to feel so full I forget my own name.”

Rahul’s breath hitched. Samir’s hand stilled on her waist.

Paromita went on, voice velvet and steel. “Rahul, you’ve been begging to take my ass for months. Tonight you get your wish. Samir,” she turned to the bigger man, traced a nail down the deep groove between his abs, “you keep my pussy. I want to feel you two rubbing against each other through that thin wall while you wreck me.”

Samir’s cock surged against her hip, already thick again. Rahul made a strangled sound.

“But first,” she continued, “we do this slowly. I’m not some cheap whore who gets jackhammered and tossed aside. You will worship me. You will ruin me properly.”

She rolled onto her stomach, pushed herself up onto hands and knees, looked back over her shoulder. The sight of her, back arched, heavy breasts hanging, ass tilted high, stole the air from both men.

“Rahul,” she said softly, “come here. Kiss it. Show Samir how gently you can love your boudi’s ass before you split it open.”

Rahul crawled forward like a supplicant. His hands trembled when he cupped her cheeks, spreading them reverently. He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the cleft, then another, tongue tracing the sensitive skin with the devotion of prayer. Paromita let her head drop forward, a low hum of approval vibrating in her throat.

Samir watched, stroking himself lazily. “Look at him,” he said, voice rough. “Boy’s shaking like it’s his wedding night.”

“He is,” Paromita answered, pushing back against Rahul’s mouth. “Tonight he marries my ass. And you, Samir, you’re the best man who gets to fuck the bride while the groom watches.”

Rahul whimpered against her skin.

Samir barked a laugh. “Dirty mouth on a respectable boudi.”

“You have no idea,” she purred.

She reached blindly for the bedside drawer, pulled out a fresh bottle of lube, thick, expensive, unscented, and tossed it to Rahul. “Use a lot. I want to feel you slide in like you belong there.”

Rahul’s hands shook as he slicked his fingers. The first cool touch at her tight ring made Paromita sigh, long and luxurious. He circled, pressed, worked one finger in slowly, reverently, then two, scissoring gently while Samir watched with dark, predatory eyes.

“Tell him, Rahul,” Paromita ordered, voice husky. “Tell Samir what you’re doing to your boudi’s virgin ass.”

Rahul’s voice cracked. “I… I’m opening her for my cock. So I can fuck her ass while he fucks her pussy.”

Samir leaned forward, brushed Rahul’s hair back almost tenderly. “Good boy. Add a third finger. Stretch her nice and slow.”

Rahul obeyed, cheeks burning, cock leaking against the sheet.

Paromita moaned, pushing back. “More. I want to feel the burn.”

Minutes stretched, thick and syrupy. Rahul worked her open with the devotion of a man who knew this might be the only night he ever got this gift. When he finally replaced fingers with the blunt head of his cock, slick and trembling, Paromita exhaled shakily.

“Look at me, baby,” she said.

Rahul met her eyes in the mirror across the room, saw his own flushed face behind her, saw Samir kneeling between her thighs, stroking himself, waiting.

“Push,” she whispered.

The pressure was immense. Rahul went slow, letting her body yield by slow degrees, until the head popped past the tight ring and they both gasped. Paromita’s nails clawed the sheet.

“Fuck… yes… just like that… don’t you dare hurry.”

Inch by inch he fed himself into her ass until his hips met her cheeks. He stayed buried, panting, letting her adjust.

Samir’s voice was gravel. “Move aside a little, kid. Let me in.”

Rahul pulled back slightly. Samir slicked his own length generously, lined up, and pressed forward into her soaked pussy in one smooth, relentless glide. Paromita cried out, back bowing, the sudden fullness overwhelming.

Both men froze, buried to the hilt, feeling each other through the thin membrane, feeling her body flutter and clench around the impossible stretch.

Paromita’s voice came out broken, breathless. “Move. Both of you. Fuck me like you hate me.”

They found a rhythm slowly, carefully at first. Rahul shallow thrusts into her ass while Samir withdrew from her pussy, then reversed. Every tiny movement rubbed their cocks together inside her, the friction obscene, perfect.

Paromita’s moans turned animal. “Harder… yes… like that… fill me… oh god I can feel you both…”

Samir growled, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Your pussy is gripping me like a fist, Paromita. Feel that, Rahul? Feel how she milks us both?”

Rahul could only whimper in answer, lost in the tight heat of her ass and the knowledge that Samir’s cock was sliding against his own with every thrust.

Paromita reached back blindly, found Rahul’s thigh, dug her nails in. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how it feels to fuck your boudi’s ass while another man’s cock rubs yours.”

Rahul’s voice cracked. “It’s… it’s so tight, Boudi… and I can feel him… I can feel him moving inside you… it’s wrong and it’s perfect…”

Samir laughed darkly, snapped his hips harder. “Wrong is the point, kid. Your brother’s wife is stuffed full of two cocks tonight. How does that feel?”

Rahul’s answer was a broken moan as he thrust deeper.

Paromita’s whole body began to shake. “Switch,” she gasped. “I want to feel the difference. Rahul in my pussy, Samir in my ass. Now.”

They moved carefully, reluctantly, trading places. Samir’s thicker cock breaching her ass made Paromita scream into the pillow, a raw, guttural sound that turned into a sob of pleasure when Rahul slid home into her pussy, familiar, perfect, ruined by the stretch.

Samir’s girth.

Rahul’s eyes rolled back. “Boudi… you’re so loose now… he really did wreck you…”

“Yes,” she panted, pushing back against them both. “And you love it. You love feeling how another man opened me for you.”

Samir’s hand came down in a sharp slap on her ass that made her clench hard around them both. “Tell him thank you, slut.”

Paromita laughed breathlessly. “Thank you, Samir… thank you for stretching my ass so my dewar can slide in like it’s nothing…”

Rahul’s thrusts turned punishing, jealousy and gratitude braided tight.

They lost track of time. Sweat dripped, skin slapped, the room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of two cocks working one woman in perfect, brutal unison. Paromita’s voice gave out first, reduced to broken whimpers and pleas in Bengali, then just raw sound.

Samir was the one to break rhythm. “Close,” he growled.

Paromita reached back, grabbed Rahul’s wrist. “Together. I want both of you to come inside me at the same time. Fill me up until I leak for days.”

Rahul sobbed, “Condom—”

“No,” she snapped. “I want to feel it. I want to feel both my boys lose control inside me.”

Samir’s laugh was dark. “Greedy fucking woman.”

They sped up, frantic now, hips snapping, the bed creaking dangerously. Paromita’s entire body locked up first, orgasm ripping through her so violently her vision whined high and broken, pussy and ass spasming around them in waves.

The clenching dragged both men over the edge. Samir first, buried deep in her ass, groaning her name like a curse. Rahul seconds later, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, tears and sweat mixing as he pumped pulse after pulse into her pussy.

They stayed locked together, trembling, until the aftershocks subsided.

Slowly, carefully, they separated. Cum leaked from both her holes in thick, obscene rivulets, marking the sheet, marking her thighs.

Paromita collapsed onto her side, chest heaving, hair plastered to her face. She looked at Rahul, then at Samir, and smiled a slow, utterly ruined smile.

“Clean me,” she whispered.

Rahul didn’t hesitate. He lowered his mouth to her pussy, lapping gently at the mess he and Samir had made. Samir watched for a moment, then joined him, tongue sliding down to tongue her ass, tasting himself on her skin.

Paromita stroked both their heads, fingers threading through sweat-damp hair.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “Good boys. Taste what you did to me.”

When they finally pulled away, faces shining, she drew them up her body, kissed them both, tasting herself and them on their tongues.

She looked at the clock. 4:17 a.m.

“Sun will be up soon,” she said softly. “And I still haven’t decided whose cum I’m keeping inside me longer.”

Rahul’s cock twitched against her thigh.

Samir chuckled, already reaching for her again.

Paromita stretched, slow and satisfied, and spread her legs in open invitation.

“Then we have time for one more round,” she said. “This time I’m on top. And neither of you is allowed to come until I say.”

She rose over them like a goddess and sinner in one breath, took Rahul in her pussy first, then guided Samir into her ass from beneath, and began to ride them both with slow, merciless rolls of her hips.

The night was far from over.

And somewhere between the fifth and sixth orgasm, when dawn finally bled pale gold through the curtains, Paromita looked down at the two men wrecked beneath her, at the sheets destroyed beyond saving, at the mangalsutra still somehow clinging to her cum-streaked neck, and laughed, low and filthy and utterly free.

“This,” she whispered, grinding down so they both groaned inside her, “is only the beginning.”

[Sage_69]

If this is just the beginning, even gangbang wont be the end I assume.

[cutekomal]

The writer needs a little more reputation to proceed further

[Eswar P]

Super story mem