Adultery The Tutor’s Secret - Based on a true incident

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The Tutor's Secret - Part 4


Hearing the name "Miss" from my daughter’s lips sent a shiver down my spine. But I tried my best not to let it show. Luckily, Soma hadn't entered the room yet. It is easier to fool a daughter than a mother.

I hugged Rumi and said, "Huh? No, honey, Miss didn't come today. You must have mistaken someone else."

Rumi replied, "No, it was Miss. Do I have bad eyesight like Grandpa? I saw her clearly."

I stroked her hair and said, "Miss Sushmita loves you a lot, doesn't she?"

Rumi pouted and said, "A lot. And I love her too."

I thought to myself, "Your father loves her too," but out loud I said, "You must have seen someone else; if she had come here, she would have looked for you. See, she didn't come."

Rumi looked a bit thoughtful. She hummed to herself, "She didn't come?? Then maybe someone else... how much do they look alike?"

I said, "That must be it, you silly girl."

Rumi grabbed her favorite doll lying on the living room sofa and danced her way into the bedroom.

My wife entered the room and placed her bag on the floor. Her eyes showed exhaustion, but there was a sweet smile on her lips. She said, "I took the 4:30 train to surprise you. The train wasn't late today. I got a taxi as soon as I reached. You weren't feeling too lonely, were you?"

I gave a dry smile and said, "No... I mean, I was busy with chores and my own work."

My wife’s eyes wandered to the living room sofa and then toward the bedroom door. Can they smell the intense jasmine perfume Sushmita wears? Soma didn't say anything about Sushmita. Did she not notice? Or did she see but choose not to say anything?

My heart was pounding. I walked quickly to the room and sprayed the room freshener again. Did I leave any trace of Sushmita behind? The whiskey bottle is in the drawer, but the glasses? I carefully checked the bathroom and the kitchen, realizing Sushmita had tidied everything up before leaving. The only signs of her presence were in my mind, the slight crease on the bedsheet, and that intoxicating fragrance lingering in the air.

It was night. Rumi had fallen asleep. Usually, she sleeps with her grandparents, but since we were away, she had been sleeping with us. She was in a deep, unconscious sleep at the edge of the bed. Soma and I were lying side by side, both awake. Her body language was different tonight. Perhaps there was a sense of guilt for not being home, or an unspoken yearning for affection in her eyes and body.

I hugged her and began stroking her back gently. The memories of the moments spent with Sushmita were still vivid in my brain. I hugged my wife and rubbed her back. Soma sleeps in a sari, a cotton sari and blouse. Soma's breasts are a bit large, but they have sagged. They don't have that firm, youthful quality that Sushmita’s body has.

Still, I lied and said, "You look very beautiful tonight."

She smiled shyly. I knew I wouldn't find the same intensity or pleasure in being with her that I found with Sushmita. But I thought of playing a strange game tonight. I had planned to jerk imagining Sushmita, but my plan had shifted now. I decided to sleep with Soma while imagining Sushmita in my mind.

I squeezed Soma's sagging breasts. As I unhooked her blouse, I buried my face in her neck. She shivered slightly. When I tried to kiss her, she turned her face away. Let her, I didn't really want to engage in foreplay anyway.

As my hand slid inside her sari over her stomach, she dug her nails into my back. I bit down on one of her breasts.

Thinking of Sushmita made my arousal skyrocket. As I touched Soma, Sushmita’s deep navel, her black bra, her panties, her smoking style, naked body, her fleshy thighs, and the perfume radiating from her body all flashed before my eyes. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I lifted Soma's sari and thrust into her. If it were Sushmita, her dirty talk and scandalous moans would have increased the pleasure of the act tenfold. But Soma just lay there with a shy expression. Never mind, I just wanted to finish. Nothing else.

But her passivity didn't let my arousal last long. I pulled out of her after a while and emptied my seed onto the bedsheet.

It was late in the night. Soma had fallen asleep, exhausted. I looked at her face in the light of the street lamp coming through the window. She was sleeping in peace. But there was a fire of restlessness in my mind. After sleeping with Sushmita, being with Soma felt irritating. That style, that body of Sushmita... I am losing myself in her addiction.

Sushmita came to tutor Rumi two days later. I wasn't home, of course. When I got back, I heard she had visited. She didn't mention seeing the new teacher, though. I had caught on to her feigned anger on the very first day. Today, I was sure of it.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I always carry my phone with me. I messaged Sushmita:

"No sign of you, did you forget me?"

I got a reply within a minute:

"I can see who has forgotten whom."

I thought for a moment and typed back:

"I want to meet. When can we?"

The reply came:

"Maybe next Friday. But where?"

That was a good question. Where?

Suddenly, Pranab crossed my mind. I typed, "I'll let you know."

She replied, "Okay."

It wouldn't be right to call Pranab now. I'll do it later tonight.

After dinner, it is my habit to go to the roof and smoke a cigarette. I went to the roof tonight too. But today, the purpose wasn't just to smoke, it was to call Pranab.

I lit a cigarette and dialed Pranab. He picked up just as it was about to cut off.

"Tell me, are you still tired from last night?" he asked.

I laughed and said, "Not tired, if I had her now, I'd jump right back in."

Pranab laughed even louder. "How was the experience, brother?"

I flicked the ash off my cigarette and said, "She's a firecracker, Ponu, a total firecracker. Even the top women in Sonagachi would lose to this housewife. The whore really drained me."

Pranab said enthusiastically, "What are you saying, man?!"

I replied, "You heard me right."

Pranab then pleaded, "Let me have a taste of her once. It's been a long time since I've had a 'fresh' pussy, brother."

I lowered my voice and said, "That's why I called you, you idiot. Listen carefully."



When I came down from the roof, my daughter was asleep, and Soma was lying in bed browsing her phone.

I asked, "Haven't you slept yet?"

My wife said in a soft voice, "You weren't coming, so..."

I understood that after last night's events, she probably wanted to be intimate again. Whether she actually wanted it or was just trying to please her husband, I couldn't tell. The point was, I had no enthusiasm. Soma's body didn't excite me in the slightest anymore. It felt like it never would again.

The next morning, while having tea, I messaged Sushmita.

"Remember I told you about Pranab? That friend of mine."

Ten minutes later, the reply came: "Yes."

I wrote, "Do you have any objection to going to his place on Friday?"

Another five minutes passed.

"A friend's house? Suddenly?" she wrote.

"So that I can have you to myself in one of his rooms."

Silence again. This woman thinks too much.

"Okay, fine," she wrote back.

"Then I will pick you up in my car on Friday. I'll let you know the time in a day or two," I wrote.

Sushmita’s worried message arrived: "What? From in front of my house? Are you crazy?"

"Then?" I asked.

Sushmita’s witty reply came: "You tell me the time, I'll tell you the place," and she went offline. This woman knows very well how to keep men occupied.

Sushmita's husband won't be home on Friday. So she will be free the whole day. After talking to Pranab, I fixed the visit for the afternoon. And it was decided that Sushmita wouldn't be picked up from her house, but from a rickshaw stand some distance away from her neighborhood—the Bottala Rickshaw Stand. The place remains relatively deserted. So that was decided.

Sushmita had asked what she should wear, since it was her first time going to Pranab's place. I could tell she had something else planned in her head. I told her she could wear whatever she wanted, because the person was Pranab. And I won't lie, deep down in my mind, there was a hidden desire to see Sushmita with Pranab, in an obscene way. I don't know why, but that desire was becoming increasingly intense.

It was 11:30 AM on Friday. That was the time we were supposed to meet. I drove to the Bottala stand. Sushmita was nowhere to be seen. I turned the car and parked it in the right position so it wouldn't be difficult to leave. It was empty. A rickshaw puller was dozing off after drinking local liquor at the stand. After turning the car, I looked through the viewfinder. And my head spun.

Is this Sushmita?

She was walking from a distance. A black mini-dress, exposing her fleshy, soft, fair thighs completely. The straps of the dress were thin. Loose hair, sindur on her forehead. Black heels, black sunglasses. My rod was trembling. What is she wearing!! She doesn't look like someone's wife. She looks like a high-end escort.

She walked, swinging her hips, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat next to me with a smart look. As she sat, her enticing thighs were even more exposed in front of me. I could smell jasmine flowers today. Sitting next to me, she said, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."

I said, "If you had worn something even hotter by making me wait longer, I would have waited."

Sushmita adjusted her hair and said, "If it were any hotter than this, I wouldn't have been able to walk down the street."

I laughed and started the car. As soon as we left the neighborhood and hit the main road, Sushmita's hand touched the zipper of my pants. I looked at her. Then I unzipped it.

The speed of the car was touching sixty.

To be continued...

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The Tutor's Secret  Part - 5

The car's speed is increasing, but my gaze remains glued to the open, thick, fair folds of Susmita's thighs rather than the road. As we hit an open stretch of the main road, she pulled down my pants completely. Susmita’s touch sent a jolt of lightning through my lower belly. Over my underwear, Susmita touched my swelling dick. She was very calm, acting as if nothing had happened. But as the pressure of her hand tightened on my dick, I pressed harder on the car steering wheel.


"In a big rush today, aren't you?" Susmita said with a crooked smile. Her voice today sounded even more flirtatious, even more intoxicating.

Then, in a lustful tone, she said, "Please talk dirty today. I want to hear it."

Hearing that, both my mind and my dick leaped up. Susmita had truly come out as a thorough whore today.

I said through clenched teeth, "I've been waiting for ages just to see you, you bitch. But the way you've dressed, it's getting impossible to even drive."

Hearing that, Susmita let out an "Ahah" sound. Then she crossed one thigh over the other. The thighs quivered and shook. She wasn't even wearing any slacks underneath. As she crossed her thighs, I caught a glimpse of red, narrow lace panties, and since no bra straps were visible, it had to be a tube bra. Just that glimpse of her panties tightened me up completely. I felt like taking Susmita to Sonagachi and standing her there so customers could line up and fuck her.

Susmita took my left hand and placed it on her thigh. Her skin was strangely smooth and warm. She had probably waxed it just this morning. I couldn't figure out what she wanted to do today; her body language was completely different. But this reckless demeanor of hers was pushing me toward ultimate excitement.

I kept my right hand on the steering wheel and gave a gentle slap to Susmita's thigh with my left hand. She let out a soft cry, which was swallowed by the engine noise.

Susmita took off her sunglasses, looked at me with heavily lined eyes, and said, "Listen, Deepak, there's no hiding anything today. Whether Pranab is my friend or enemy doesn't matter. I came to satisfy your addiction, and if you want, you can even pass me over to your friend. That's what you want, right? I have no objection. Just make sure the number of notes is twenty instead of ten."

I tried to calm my dirty mind. I said, "You're overthinking, Susmita. I want you to be only mine, but the excitement of that situation... are you really this brave?"

Susmita grabbed the side of my shirt, pulling me close, and stopped right near my lips. I glanced at her for a split second and looked back at the road. There was no hesitation in her eyes today, only intense lust.

She said, "Brave? How brave I am, I'll prove it today right in your friend's bedroom. But remember, Deepak, I am no doll. I know how to get what I want. The way you're neglecting your wife—will it be the same with me? Will I grow old? Or am I something else to you?"

I gave a gentle squeeze to Susmita's thigh. My fingers sank into that plump, soft flesh. I said, "Soma is just a routine for me now. You are my dream fairy."

Susmita burst into a giggle. She said, "A minute ago you called me a bitch, and now a fairy? What nonsense."

I said, "Well, you said it yourself. Dirty talk increases the excitement, right?"

Susmita took a cigarette from a pack on the dashboard, lit it, and said, "Very much, I just love it."

I didn't talk anymore; I shifted gears and drove the car at top speed toward Pranab's house. The heat of our bodies was burning the air inside the car to ashes.

Pranab's house is a bit away from the city's hustle and bustle. You could call it the new habitat of Kolkata. Large high-rise buildings, malls, offices, and housing complexes make the place look quite modern. But despite the surroundings, people's primal instincts never change. Take me and Pranab, for instance. We are prime examples of that.

I drove the car into the City Heights housing complex. I've been here many times before. I knew the parking spot. I parked the car in the right place.

Stepping out of the car, Susmita put her sunglasses back on again. The security guard at the gate was staring at her with his mouth wide open. Understandable. A woman with a head full of vermilion yet the demeanor of a total whore—he probably hadn't seen such a unique piece before.

Susmita asked, "Which floor is your friend's flat on?"

Locking the car, I said, "Tenth floor."

Susmita made a oooh sound with her mouth. I asked, "What happened?"

She said, "I love high-rise flats. No shortage of light and air."

I realized Susmita's desires in life were probably mostly unfulfilled. I wrapped my waist gently around her and said, "Let's go. Hopefully, you'll like my friend too. Not grumpy like me, but cheerful."

Susmita laughed like a loose woman and leaned her head against my body, swaying her hips like a tanpura as she walked toward the lift.

When we rang the doorbell of Pranab's flat, the door opened almost immediately. The moment the door opened, Pranab's eyes froze.

Susmita was standing there. The black mini dress made her body look even more mesmerizing. The dress ended right around the upper part of her thighs, leaving her soft, fair, thick thighs almost entirely bare. The deep cleavage above her breasts was clear beneath the narrow straps. Her open hair was scattered over her shoulders, lips painted in a deep red shade, dark sunglasses on her eyes. Silver anklets on her feet. I knew what Pranab's condition was. A few days ago, I had experienced almost the exact same thing.

To ease the situation a bit, I stood between them and said, "Pranab, this is Susmita, Rumi's teacher, and Susmita, this is my childhood friend, Pranab."

Pranab still had no words in his mouth. Susmita smiled and said, "Aren't you going to ask us to come inside?"

Her words broke Pranab out of his trance. Startled, he said, "Extremely sorry, please, please come in."

I was thinking to myself, He's asking her to come inside, but his mind wants to go inside Susmita.

Pranab said, "Deepak, even when you told me about her, you didn't mention she was this gorgeous. I asked for pictures so many times, and you just said 'you'll see in person.' Well, the wait was worth it."

All three of us laughed. Pranab gestured for us to sit on the sofa with a wave of his hand.

Susmita sat on the large black sofa in Pranab's drawing room. The moment she sat down, the black mini dress rode up even higher. Her soft, round, fair thighs were exposed almost entirely. She sat with her legs slightly apart, as if intentionally. She crossed her right leg slightly over her left, making the softer, plumper inner part of her thighs more prominent.

Susmita sat straight, leaning back into the sofa. This made her ripe guava-like breasts push up even higher. The narrow straps of the mini dress slipped slightly off her shoulders, clearly revealing the deep cleavage between her breasts and a large portion of her soft shoulders. One strap was practically on the verge of falling off her shoulder.

She pushed her hair back with one hand and tilted her head back slightly. As she moved her hair, her glossy armpit was flashed for a moment. A shy yet mischievous smile played on the corners of her lips. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze carrying an inviting allure. She had taken off her sunglasses and placed them beside her; now she could be looked at straight in the eyes. Meeting her gaze felt like a cold, exciting shiver running down the spine.

Pranab and I were both sitting on the sofa opposite her. Pranab's eyes were locked on Susmita's open thighs. Noticing this, Susmita intentionally moved her left leg slightly further apart, making the inner part of her thighs even more visible.

In a soft, sweet voice, Susmita said,

"Why are you looking at me like that? I feel so uncomfortable."

As she spoke, I noticed a suppressed smile on Susmita's lips. There was no discomfort in her eyes, only a shameless mischief. As she shifted slightly, the dress rode up even more. Now her red lace panties were dangerously flashed once again.

Susmita made no attempt to hide it. Instead, she stroked her own thigh with her hand and said,

"The dress got a bit short, didn't it? Sorry."

Pranab cleared his throat and said,

"Sorry?? Sorry for what?" and suddenly stood up.

Susmita said, "Oh, calm down."

Pranab said excitedly, "Calm down?! You're driving me crazy and telling me to calm down? You're sitting like this, and you want us to stay calm?"

Susmita tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes. Then she said very slowly,

"No need to stay calm. I know what state you two are in. What's happening to you guys seeing my body... I'm enjoying that too."

As she spoke, she began rubbing her fingers softly against her exposed thighs. Her eyes were fixed on us, her lips wet. The drawing room's atmosphere had grown lustful, blending the scent of jasmine flowers with the heat of Susmita's body.

Pranab said, "Can I drop the formal 'apni' and call you 'tumi'?"

Susmita smiled and said, "Yes, that's better. Formalities don't suit me anyway."

Saying this, she pulled a cigarette pack out of her handbag, took out a cigarette, and looking at Pranab, said, "Hope you don't mind if I smoke."

Pranab licked his lips and said, "No, no, smoke whatever you want."

Susmita raised an eyebrow and said, "Whatever I want?"

Pranab was completely flustered. He said, "I mean yes, what will you have... I mean, what will you have."

Susmita flicked the ash into the ashtray in front of her and said, "Whisky on the rocks."

Pranab looked at my face. I nodded, gesturing for him to get it.

By then, all three of us had a few good pegs of whisky in our stomachs. Foreign instrumental music was playing at a low volume on the drawing room's music system. Outside it was blazing sun, but Pranab's 2-ton AC kept the indoor temperature very comfortable. Susmita was smoking a bit more today. Pranab's eyes wouldn't leave her.

I gave Pranab a pat on the back and said, "What do you think?"

Pranab whispered, "Brother, what a piece you've found, dammit. I can't control myself anymore."

I said, "You always act so smart. Go on, try her."

Pranab looked at me. I gave silent consent.

Pranab got up and walked toward Susmita, who was lounging on the sofa.

The distance between Pranab and Susmita began to shrink. Susmita was sitting on the sofa with her legs slightly apart, the dress ridden up to expose almost both her entire thighs. Pranab walked toward her with slow steps. His eyes shifted from Susmita's open thighs to the deep cleavage of her breasts, and back to her thick, fair thighs.

Pranab walked up and stood right in front of her. Susmita lifted her head slightly to look at Pranab. A faint smile was on her lips, but clear intoxication in her eyes. When Pranab came very close, Susmita parted her legs a little more, as if issuing a silent invitation.

Pranab knelt down right in front of the sofa. Now his face was very close to Susmita's open thighs. His warm breath touched her soft skin. Pranab slowly raised his right hand and placed it on Susmita's left thigh.

Susmita shuddered slightly. Her breathing grew a bit faster.

Pranab stroked his hand upward and said in a low voice, "Your skin is so soft... and so smooth and warm."

Susmita bit her lip and smiled. Running her fingers through Pranab's hair, she said,

"Your touch feels even warmer."

Pranab's hand moved higher. His fingers rubbed against the softest part of the inside of Susmita's thigh. A part of Susmita's red lace panties was visible from very close. Pranab brought his face closer and took a deep breath, sniffing the scent of her body just like a dog.

"Your scent... it's making my head spin," Pranab whispered.

Susmita closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly. She placed a hand on Pranab's shoulder, gave a gentle squeeze, and said,

"Come closer... why are you scared?"

I sat on the opposite sofa, watching them. I never knew watching could bring this much happiness.

Pranab got up and sat next to Susmita on the sofa. Now their bodies were almost touching. Pranab wrapped one arm around Susmita's shoulder, and with the other hand, began rubbing her exposed thigh. His face was very close to Susmita's neck.

Susmita shivered slightly, brought her mouth close to Pranab's ear, and whispered, "Your manhood has been hard for a long time, I can feel it. Are you so excited seeing my body?"

Pranab tightened his grip on Susmita's shoulder and replied,

"Yes. These open thighs of yours, this chest, these eyes... I can't control myself anymore. I want to touch you... everywhere."

Susmita brought her face close to Pranab's lips, almost touching them, and said,

"Then touch me... no one is stopping you. I came today for both of you anyway. That's what Deepak wants too, right?" Saying this, Susmita looked at me.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing hard-on. I started stroking it shamelessly.

With a greedy look in her eyes, Susmita reached out and gently touched Pranab's dick over his track pants. Pranab couldn't hold back anymore. He plunged his lips into Susmita's. Susmita responded fully. Their lips and tongues intertwined. Their bodies tangled up on the sofa.

After a long kiss, Susmita stood up. Her legs were slightly wobbly from the whisky. I got up too and stood in front of her. Susmita took Pranab's hand and my hand in her two hands and asked, "Which way is the bedroom?"

Even though Pranab is a bachelor, he keeps his house quite tidy. The bedroom is beautifully decorated. A large double bed has a light bluish floral bedsheet spread on it.

Entering the room, Pranab turned on the AC and the bedside table lamp. Susmita stood in the middle of the room. I went and sat on the bed.

The black mini dress clung to every curve of Susmita's body. The thin straps, the cleavage, the dress ridden up to her thighs—everything seemed tailored just to excite us.

Pranab hugged Susmita from behind. Both his hands pressed down on Susmita's breasts.

"Well, madam, did you dress up so nicely just for us?" Saying this, Pranab gently slipped down both straps. The dress dropped down to her waist. She was wearing a red tube bra underneath.

I walked over and kissed Susmita. She wrapped her arms around my neck. While kissing her, I unhooked her bra. Her ripe guava-like breasts bounced up before our eyes. The brown nipples were hard. Susmita stood wearing only her red lace panties. The front of her panties was wet.

Lowering her eyes in shyness, Susmita said, "What have you two started doing together to me?"

Grabbing and squeezing her breasts in both his fists like a greedy fool, Pranab said, "Still feeling shy? With this wet pussy?"

Hearing that, Susmita seemed to shudder. Pranab's mouth is always dirty. But today the bastard used it in the right place.

Shuddering, Susmita slowly said, "I've been wanting you two for a long time, what could I do if you didn't understand?"

We both stripped off our clothes. My seven-inch dick and Pranab's even longer and thicker dick were standing completely hard.

Susmita reached out and touched both dicks.

Stroking them in her hands, she said, "Uf... both are so nice... today these are my playmates."

All three of us got on the bed.

Susmita knelt down. I stood up on the bed. My dick was right in front of Susmita's mouth. Closing her eyes, she took my dick into her mouth. She started sucking it recklessly. Meanwhile, Pranab lay semi-reclined on the bed, sucking on one of Susmita's breasts like a baby.

The room began to fill with our collective moans.

I pressed Susmita's head and started thrusting into her mouth. A muffled sound came from her throat, her eyes rolling back like a whore's. Because of the hard thrusts, saliva drooled from the corners of her lips.

Now I sat down on the bed, and Pranab stood up on the bed. Susmita's nipples were wet and swollen from Pranab's sucking. We laid Susmita down on the bed. Pranab knelt and went near her face. With a saliva-smeared face, he shoved his massive dick into her mouth. I pulled down her red lace panties. Her swollen pussy was dripping with juices. I buried my face into her pussy like a dog. I began rubbing her clit with my tongue. Susmita thrashed around like crazy. I started licking her wet pussy even harder. Intense moans escaped Susmita's mouth. Pranab's thick dick had stopped her talking. Like a helpless woman, rolling her pupils back, my daughter's teacher was devouring Pranab's dick. Due to the sucking, Pranab's cock throbbed completely.

Looking at me, he said, "Brother, there are condoms in the drawer, go get one."

I said, "Won't need it, what condom does a house whore need? Fuck her, man."

Hearing my word, Pranab lay flat on his back on the bed. We hoisted Susmita on top of him. Susmita placed Pranab's long dick against her wet pussy and slowly pressed down. Gradually, smeared in pussy juices, Pranab's dick entered Susmita's pussy.

"Aaaah... it's going so deep... my stomach is going to burst... uff, fuck."

When Pranab's entire dick went inside, I moved behind her, grabbed her hips, took plenty of spit on my fingers, and started applying it to her asshole. She looked at me with surprised eyes once. Before she could say or understand anything, I touched my thick dick to her anal hole. She startled. With a slightly harder push, the head of my dick slipped into Susmita's ass. She winced. I applied more spit there and started pushing it in. After a while, about three and a half inches of my seven-inch dick entered Susmita's anal hole. Filled with two dicks in two holes, Susmita screamed out, "Oh mother... what the fuck... you pigs... fuck me harder... fuck me even harder."

Tears streamed down Susmita's eyes.

Pranab and I began thrusting in rhythm together. Pranab pushed up from below into her pussy, while I shoved it hard from behind into her ass.

Susmita's body glistened with sweat, even in this freezing AC. Her breasts bounced with the force of the fucking, and Pranab squeezed them hard.

Susmita screamed like a thorough whore,

"Fuck... I'll fill you two friends with pleasure. I'm your whore... fuck me as much as you want," Susmita screamed like crazy.

Excitedly, Pranab said, "You whore... your pussy is so tight... you're swallowing my dick whole. Deepak, push your dick in harder... smash this bitch's backside."

I slapped her ass and said, "Dirty whore... I'm going to fuck you today in a way you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

After about ten minutes, we changed positions. I made Susmita sit doggystyle on the bed. Pranab shoved his cock into her pussy from behind and thrust hard. I shoved my dick into her mouth from the front. Susmita sucked it down to her throat and moaned.

"Make my mouth the pussy for your dick, Deepak, fuck me hard... I'm your common whore from today... you two together, fuck me to your heart's content," Susmita said unclearly even with the dick in her mouth.

Pranab slapped her ass and said, "Did you hear that, Deepak? What is this bitch saying? Today we two will smash both her pussy and mouth. Today you'll pour your cum into this bitch's stomach."

We started thrusting even harder. Susmita's body was trembling, tears in her eyes. But she didn't want to stop. "Harder... fuck me harder... tear my pussy apart... your whore's pussy is open for you guys all day."

Pranab pulled his dick out of her pussy. Susmita lay flat on her back. Pranab took his dick and shoved it back into Susmita's mouth. Now I lifted Susmita's legs onto my shoulders. I drove my dick straight into her juice-soaked, sloppy pussy. Like animals, the two friends fucked my daughter's teacher, Susmita.

Even though I wanted to, I didn't take any risks. At the right moment, I pulled out my dick and brought it right in front of Susmita's mouth.

Using her hands, she grabbed both our cocks. Then she started sucking both dicks hard, alternately. Licking the heads with her tongue, sucking the balls with her tongue. We went completely crazy over Susmita's master craftsmanship.

Pranab was the first to ejaculate into her mouth.

"Take it, you whore... swallow my hot load."

Susmita opened her mouth and swallowed it all down.

A few minutes later, I poured my cum over her face, cheeks, chest, and hair. "Take it, you pussy-fucker, eat it well," I shouted.

Panting, Susmita collapsed flat on the bed. Her body was covered in sweat, cum, and red marks. Her sindoor was smeared.

Both of us lay down on either side of her. Shamelessly, Susmita parted her thighs and dbangd both legs over our bodies. Pranab and I both started stroking her plump thighs.

Laughing, Susmita said, "I want more... the day is still young. If you get tired this fast, how will it work? Fuck me again, both of you together... I'm your dirty whore, right honey?" Saying this, she burst into a strange giggle.

The laughter was very strange, enough to give anyone goosebumps.

I was seeing this side of Susmita for the first time. A market prostitute hidden behind the facade of a housewife.

All three of us were panting. For the first time, I don't know why, I felt a little scared. Though that fear didn't last long, because Susmita's naked body wrapped around me with endless lust. I began sucking on one of her nipples. And by then, Pranab had touched his tongue to Susmita's anal hole.

The room slowly filled once again with Susmita's whimpers, dirty talk, sweat, and the scent of jasmine flowers.

To be continued...