Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

This wasn't what Anushka sharma had planned -- she didn't expect the 'casual' party to blow out of proportion like this!


Loud music was blaring throughout the entire house, and a countless stream of teenagers was littering every inch of the building. She wasn't even able to return to the living room without having to squeeze through multiple groups, by the stairs and in the hallway. Sure it was her boyfriend's home, but she knew that most of the clean-up would become her duty.



"Hey!" Anushka attempted to gain some attention of those around her. "Guys, could you," she continued timidly before even she realized that her words were completely drowned out by the music. "Could you just...could anyone turn down the music a little? Please..."

It was no use. She was forced to keep on trying to reach the living room and to lower the volume herself.

Truth be told, this was a mess of her own making.

It had been her job to make it a special event. Her boyfriend had asked her to help with the preparations for his little brother's birthday party. But even he probably didn't anticipate that Anushka would manage to gather a crowd of this size, certainly not on short notice.

Anushka loved helping people, always did. She was part of the college committee, she was the representative for her class members. It wasn't that she sought out those positions, they simply ended up in her lap. Helping others brought a smile to her face, and in turn, people happily relied on her. Her generosity was widely known and accepted.



So there was no question about it. When her boyfriend asked her to help out with the preparations, she did.

It took a couple of phone calls, but her friends were happy to party! But then those friends invited more friends, and then the circle just kept on growing. She hadn't intended for the small birthday celebration to explode into a full-blown party. She didn't even recognize most of the faces that were present! Hell, plenty of the unfamiliar guys looked old enough to be college students. Which was weird, most of her friends had just finished college. There was an unexpected wide range of ages present.

"Sunny!" She finally spotted her boyfriend near the speakers, and gestured for him to turn the music down just a little. It took him a moment to figure out her signals, but then he obliged. It was finally possible to have a normal conversation.

"Thank you so, so much!" It was a blessing to finally be able to hear herself again. She pushed her way past a few more unfamiliar faces and then gave him a hug -- mostly to reassure herself. His tall, muscular frame was like a beacon of safety and comfort in this mess.

"Yeah it's just... how is your brother holding up? I know he's pretty shy so maybe this isn't...you know, optimal? I may have overdone it a little with the party? I think." She reflected on her words and felt a pinch of guilt. It was meant to be a perfect event, but instead she perceived it to be chaotic. Her inner perfectionist was ringing the alarm bells.

"This is totally on me..." She sulked and briefly lowered her gaze. Sunny however, gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"You did great, babe. I'm sure he's having a good...time...? "Sunny cut off his sentence after he spotted his little brother nearby. He was walking down the stairway with a camcorder in hand, with no sign of shyness.



"Is that Robbie?" He went for a quick double-take. They both turn to observe his little brother, who was in the process of celebrating his birthday by holding up his old camcorder and recording the multitude of drunken, scantily dressed college girls. It was going to be a memory he wouldn't erase anytime soon.

"That does remind me," Sunny added as he redirected his attention back to his girlfriend. "He's been struggling to, uh...to get laid...do you think you could hook him up with one of your friends?" He paused as he realized how silly his own words were, but it wouldn't be the weirdest favor he had asked for.

"It would be one hell of a gift," he continued. "I would owe you big time. He would finally stop mentioning how he wants to have his first time." He briefly paused and scratched the back of his head. "You can imagine how awkward it is, when your little brother tells you about wanting to get laid. I'm not even sure if he's picky anymore, he just wants to hump a girl."

Anushka grimaced slightly -- truth be told, she had already tried in the past to get Robbie into a relationship! Everybody deserves to be happy. So when she learned of Robbie's bad history with the ladies, she tried to get him to date one of her friends.



But he was simply too reclusive and way too much into his computer and board games. Unlike his older brother, he also wasn't in good shape physically. He was quite chubby and made no effort to improve that situation. If only there was some way to help him. She sighed.

"I don't know. I guess I can give it another try, sure! Let me find some liquid courage first, though." There was no need to stay sober for the entire duration of the party, she figured. People were having a good time, so why shouldn't she try to do the same. Who knows what the day may have in store for her.

Robbie however, was pretty much in heaven. It didn't take much for someone of his age to be entertained. He had never seen this many drunk girls in one place.

"Guys, are you seeing this? Jack. Pot." He swayed the camcorder around and got a few more good shots of the surrounding girls -- fortunately none of them recognized him or knew who the party was for. "Guys!" He briefly turned to ensure his two buddies were still following close behind.

"Come on, let's keep looking!" Robbie didn't have many friends, partly because very few people shared his obsessions for indoor activities. But Tim and Francis always had his back. Whether it was computer gaming, board games, or plain old Dungeons and Dragons. They kept each other company.

"What's going on over he—ohh..." Robbie's voice trailed off as he pushed past another couple of teens and had a look into the kitchen. Lined up along the entire length of the kitchen counter were bottles of whiskey, vodka and other beverages. Right next to those were like a dozen plastic cups full of freshly mixed drinks, with a few empty cups scattered across the floor.

This really felt like a wild college party.

What really caught the boy's attention however, was a young couple near the corner of the kitchen. The dude looked old enough to be a college graduate, while the girl looked freshly out of high school. What drew all attention, was where the guy's hand was planted -- deep inside her pants! His digits were moving erratically and he was quite obviously finger-fucking her.



Oddly enough it didn't coax much of a reaction out of the girl. She had her gaze averted to the ground with a glassy-eyed stare. Were all girls like this?

"He's totally going at it! I've never seen that in real life!" Robbie feverishly tried to zoom in with his camcorder, but failed to record anything significant before a few more guys approached from behind and firmly pushed him right out of the kitchen. It was written all across his face that he wasn't old enough to be anywhere near alcohol. Old enough to drive a car or own a gun maybe, but not old enough to drink booze.

In the meantime, Anushka had a few of those drinks herself, back in the living room. Aside from an unusually salty taste, they didn't raise any suspicion. Maybe a bit strong on the alcohol content, but decent.

However, it took her only a few minutes before she began to feel funny. More than just drunk, she felt sluggish but without feeling tired. She also felt weirdly out of breath.

Sunny noticed rather quickly that she was behaving very unusual. She was a lightweight, but the drinks shouldn't do more than making her feel tipsy and giddy. They certainly shouldn't make her so...docile? She looked stoned rather than drunk.



"Babe, are you all right?" He could tell that something wasn't right.

As soon as he said that, the wheels in his head began to turn and he had another look around. In the midst of all the music and commotion, nobody had even noticed that some girls were passed out on the couch, and a random guy was sleeping on the carpet.

It made him furious to realize that someone pulled an unacceptable prank. Someone had slipped drugs into the drinks. Maybe just sleeping pills, maybe a roofie. It didn't make a difference.



"Ah, what the hell," he muttered under his breath before shutting down the speaker system and raising his voice to draw the attention of his guests.

"Party is over! Some asshole spiked the drinks, everyone out!" He then repeated himself once more while untangling a kissing couple that hadn't paid attention.

The commotion had been enough to draw Robbie's attention as well, who quickly approached his older sibling to offer his help.

"Just in time, here." Sunny pushed Anushka into his brother's arms while his eyes were already going back to scanning the area. He wasn't sure how to deal with the girls who had multiple of the altered drinks and were straight up passed out. Thankfully Anushka was still able to stand on her own, though she was not quite grasping what was happening.

"Get her upstairs," Sunny instructed while giving his brother a reassuring pat on the back. "I'll take care of the party so just get her upstairs."

Robbie hesitated and looked back at him with a surprised expression. Like a deer stuck in headlights. He had no idea that the drinks had been spiked so this was a confusing moment.



"Upstairs, to one of the bedrooms, what are you waiting for? I got my hands full here," he instructed before he once more surveyed the situation. A couple guys stared at the drugged girls, so he started there and ushered the creeps out of the house. He certainly didn't want to be the person who allowed girls to be roofied and taken advantage of at his own home.

It had all been so hectic that he didn't even pay attention to his younger brother anymore.

Anushka still felt a little weird, less energetic than before. She kept an arm around Robbie while he led her upstairs. Her surroundings didn't even register to her until she heard the door closing behind herself, at which point she turned to see Robbie staring right back at her.

There had been a colossal misunderstanding. As far as Robbie knew, his older brother had just set him up with his girlfriend. A favor for sure, but an incredibly weird one. In his eyes, it certainly made sense now why they both acted so fishy. He took another moment to contemplate the situation, and then he set his camcorder aside to approach her.

"So uh," he began to say. "He really wants me to...with you? Is that like, some kind of birthday gift?" Anushka gazed back at him with vacant eyes. It wasn't that the situation was overwhelming her, she simply couldn't motivate herself to think about it or the implication of his words.



Her thoughts were more occupied by a warm tingle in her crotch. A very special part of her was itching for attention and the moral implications didn't cross her thoughts.

"I guess." The response was half-hearted and she lazily lay down on his bed. It was a small bed, designed for just one person and with messy bed covers. This clearly wasn't the bedroom of someone who ever had a girlfriend before.

She got comfortable nonetheless and buried her face in the pillow. For a brief moment, things were quiet and peaceful...

It didn't remain like that for long. A pair of hands reached around to unbutton her jeans, and she instinctively groaned her lazy disapproval.

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"What...what are you doing back there?" She twisted herself around and onto her back to see those same fingers grasping the waistband of her pants and gradually pulling them down. Before she had a chance to object properly, her jeans were already halfway down to her ankles and revealed what she wore underneath.


Her panties were an innocent pair of pink, frilled cotton undies.



Robbie scarcely believed his own eyes, up to then he had assumed she was some kind of secret seductress. That she and his brother had some kinky relationship which they had been keeping hidden. That of course, she would be wearing something lewd like a thong. But no, apparently she was truly religious and...prudish?

The old, washed-out fabric clung snugly to the shape of her vulva. Despite her unsexy taste in underwear, she obviously possessed a pussy -- which was all that currently mattered to him. But if she felt conscious about her panties...

"I don't mind, I guess they're cute," he mumbled while he gave her pants another tug and pulled them off completely to focus entirely on her underwear. Anushka was still barely reacting to his actions. She was quietly observing him. Whatever had been mixed into the drinks was keeping her sedated far beyond her control. It also didn't help that she was feeling weirdly excited and aroused -- another effect of the cocktail.

As far as Robbie was concerned, she was simply shy about this arrangement.

So when he touched her panties, grasped the soft fabric, and began to peel the material off her smooth skin, all he could think about was losing his virginity with her help.

It was a gradual process, he didn't want to rush this considering how relaxed she seemed to be. Maybe she wanted this to be romantic, who knows.

Instead of revealing some perfectly smooth shaven pussy however, he discovered her neatly trimmed bush of wiry pubic hair. This discovery made her even more appealing! It was so predictable and yet it felt like a major discovery -- she was simply a normal girl. She wasn't some kind of porn star, of course she didn't maintain her lady bits to be completely bare.

But even under the effect of alcohol and whatever else had been mixed into the drinks, she gradually felt her heart beating faster. Adrenaline began to pump through her at an alarming rate. Her mind began to grasp that she was about to have sexual intercourse with someone other than her boyfriend.

"Uhmm." She paused for a moment. It was so damned difficult to gather her thoughts and think straight. How did she end up in this situation?

Her eyes wandered up and down the view in front of her. The way Robbie was removing her underwear. How his gaze kept fixating on her crotch. Something about this was alerting her. But just as her emotions began to take shape in more coherent thoughts, she felt another dulling wave of drowsiness washing over her.

She leaned back, and took a deep breath. Her head rested on the cushy pillow. She watched her boyfriend's brother tossing her underwear away before standing back up to undress. She could vaguely recall the prior chat. About hooking him up with someone. Maybe...she had volunteered? Perhaps she had agreed to help him out in a more direct way.



In her drugged state, it made just enough sense.

Her gaze was glued to him and his actions, she had never been with anyone but her boyfriend so this was new. Robbie was without a doubt on the chubby side. And as he took off his pants, she also noted that he wasn't particularly well endowed.

But he definitely was excited and steadily growing. Anushka however, was still at the mere beginnings of feeling aroused, she knew that having sex in her current state would be unpleasant. So she reluctantly reached under her shirt, pushed her bra out of the way and began to caress her breasts. Some part of her knew that this would be the only foreplay she would get. As long as she could get herself wet enough to make his entry easy, she knew that her body would take care of the rest.

Simultaneously, Robbie held his semi-erect appendage in his fist and stroked it to life while watching her. He glanced back and forth between the motion underneath her shirt, and the triangle between her legs. The awkward teenagers continued like that for longer than either of them would care to admit.



Anushka eventually reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and away, discarding her last piece of clothing. Her small but perky breasts were crowned by stiff nipples, alluding to her own building excitement.

Her moral barrier was all but torn down, she was no longer conscious of the fact that she was about to cheat on her boyfriend. Unlike all the girls downstairs, she didn't have anyone to keep her safe and to prevent her from committing a mistake.

Robbie joined her side, and the bed creaked bitterly in response. The rusty bedsprings weren't made to endure the weight of two people. He climbed on top of her while supporting himself on his elbows, and his erection poked her belly button. He wasn't even close to his target destination.

It coaxed a timid giggle out of her.



"Wait, I got this," he uttered nervously. He readjusted his angle and reached down to grasp the veiny, firm surface of his dick. It felt harder than ever before, and throbbed in tune to his nervous heartbeat. He knew that he wouldn't last long once he was inside her, but that didn't matter.

The bloated crown of his appendage gradually slid down towards her crotch, accompanied by a very fine trail of pre-cum which clung to her chocolatey skin. It didn't help that he was particularly aware of some fruity adolescent perfume that surrounded her and made her even more intoxicating to be with. Everything about her was feminine and attractive. All of this had been developing so fast that he barely had the time to fully process it.



But he wasn't about to pause.

His member nestled in the midst of her pubes and he could feel his tip pressing against her skin. He gave it an inquisitive jerk forward, but merely lured a displeased groan out of her.

She felt him awkwardly applying pressure to her clitoris with that bloated head of his organ. He was still a couple inches away from his target.

"It's lower than that..."

She waited another moment while he fidgeted with her genitals, before she reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft. The first thing she noticed was how warm his cock felt! After her initial surprise faded, she guided his purple cockhead down to the slit of her womanhood and towards the snug embrace of her labia. She directed his dick up and down until it was decently held in place by her own body, until it was wedged in place just in front of the tiny opening that would lead inside her.

The bed squeaked as he suddenly lunged forward and buried his length inside her vagina with a single push, just like he had seen in porn. His inexperience was painfully obvious and she suffered the consequences of being his first.



Anushka inhaled sharply and tensed up. Despite being wet enough for his entry, she hadn't been prepared to take in everything at once! Her boyfriend had never pushed into her like a savage, it had always been a slow and gradual process to open her up.

"This is amazing," he spoke breathlessly, his voice heavy and sultry. Simultaneously he was still wriggling his hips forward, and fully ignored the way his pubic bone was already grinding against hers.

Anushka hadn't even noticed the way she had instinctively wrapped her legs around him -- it felt like someone had shoved a scalding metal rod into her privates and was still trying to push it deeper.



"I think...it's all inside." Her response was a mixture of half-hearted wit and dumbfound frustration. She knew well enough that she would be sore for the following few days after such a callous entry. Her vagina wasn't built for such rough treatment. The silken walls were involuntarily clenching down on his member but unsuccessful in expelling the invader. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his manhood, adapting to make room for him, allowing him to become a part of her.

Just like he had seen on the internet, he began his slow withdrawal followed by another push back inside her. He copied the motions to the best of his abilities.

A slippery squelch escaped her womanhood, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks. It was either her own arousal, or an ample serving of pre-cum which helped to lubricate her pussy. Either way, it paved the path for him to pick up a clumsy pace of burying his entire length in her, pulling out, and repeating the process.

Throughout it all, she remained fully aware of the heat his cock was emitting within her tight sheathe. Each time he buried the thing inside her, she could feel it like fireworks going off against her delicate flesh. The heat, the texture of his erection, the veiny shape, she felt it all as he repeatedly drove it home.

Every other slap was more deliberate than the last, and soon the sounds of his skin slapping against hers echoed throughout the small room each time his crotch impacted with Anushka's. Her small breasts rocked back and forth in tune to the rhythmical motion of her body, the petite girl was like a doll while under the mercy of his actions. This wasn't the romantic love-making that she was used to, it was an act with a singular goal in mind.



With little else to do but to bear the sensations, she grasped the bed sheets more tightly and dug her fingers into the fabric.

She also unwrapped her legs from around his back and placed her feet back on the mattress -- this was an encounter she did not intend to repeat. She wanted him to do whatever he desired and to get it over with quickly.

And yet despite her mental struggle, she found herself feeling playful, almost giddy. A part of her was enjoying the knowledge that her body brought him such joy. She also felt desired and appreciated beyond anything she felt in the past. Perhaps with a bit more foreplay, she thought, this might have felt amazing even for her.

"Do you...do you like it?" She asked those words bashfully while her innocent eyes gazed back up at him as if seeking his approval. As she lowered her view back down to her crotch, she could see as well as feel the way he kept pulling his hungry cock nearly all the way out of her -- leaving her with a sensation of emptiness inside her -- and then slamming back into her. Each impact coaxed another stifled sigh out of her, it was all she could do to prevent herself from moaning.

She still believed that her friends were hosting a party downstairs. She didn't want to create any noise.



"Fuck," he cursed as he felt the tightness of her cunt squeezing down on his cock. "Yea-yeah," was all he could muster in response as he kept on focusing entirely on that wet hug of her pussy. She kept tensing up, he could tell. Voluntarily or not, it felt incredible to have her flesh so tight around his shaft. Every clench of her flesh just heightened his pleasure, driving him on to make this last for as long as he could.

It was his first time, however.

Wet perspiration was collecting on his back, his muscles were aching and shivering from exhaustion, and all he could think about was that paradise between her legs. His basic instincts were urging him on to claim her completely in whatever way possible.

And just as that thought crossed his mind, he could feel himself approaching his peak. An explosion of pleasure that concentrated in his loins. He shoved his entire weight against and into her. He deliberately wanted to share this moment with her, all of it, forcing it on her.

So when a familiar tingle was spreading from his crotch all the way to the tip of his erection, he made sure to keep it buried as deep in her little twat as she could take it. Her vulva kissed the base of his cock. She had taken every inch. They were one.

His orgasm began with a single pulse at first.

It was also right then, that Anushka fully comprehended what felt so different this time, compared to sex she usually had with her boyfriend. Today she was acutely aware of the shape and heat of her partner's erection because it was not engulfed by a thick layer of latex, she realized. There was no condom!



For the first time in her life, she was committing to unprotected intercourse. And to make matters worse, it was with someone other than her boyfriend. Those pink walls of her pussy had been in direct contact with a naked, uncovered cock. It was the first time that she had sex completely bareback and as nature intended.

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Squirt.


Anushka inhaled sharply at that, like something had just touched the very end of her love-tunnel. A sickeningly strong spurt of...wetness. That thought didn't prepare her for the following squirts, which felt twice as intense -- her mind made the connection with a super soaker as it was emptying a blast inside her! It felt strong and masculine as it washed into her.

It was weird, but not nearly as bad as the discomfort it caused. Those pumps delivered the payload of cloudy sperm right up against her cervix, coating the smooth organ with a fine slathering of creamy seed. She flinched each time he injected another serving of baby gravy against that uttermost sensitive part inside her.

His member kept jerking against the vulnerable walls of her cunt. It was a huge load.

"You can't..." she mumbled. "You gotta...you can't cum inside me." Her words were incoherent, and it was also too little, too late. His organ already delivered nearly a dozen spurts directly into her. Even Anushka understood that much.



Up to now, nobody had been allowed to ejaculate inside her. Not even her own boyfriend had gotten to enjoy that privilege. This had all been intended to be a one-sided deal, that she would help Robbie to lose his virginity. But instead it had turned into a mutual exchange, in which she was allowed to claim his virginity, and he would be allowed to claim her bareback virginity. Her excited pussy got its first taste of semen, and would without a doubt, never forget its first unprotected conqueror.

"Ahh...no..." It was part of her mother's advice, which had been repeatedly drilled into her head as soon as she had her first period. The women in her family were incredibly fertile, and she should not be taking any risks until she was absolutely ready to become a mom.

All of her sisters had at least one pregnancy scare, too. Despite combining multiple birth control methods.

Anushka had no doubts about it. That stubborn triangle between her legs would be more than happy to accept any lucky sperm, and to put her right on course for an early motherhood.

But yet here she was with her trembling legs wide open like a wanton slut, and a real penis throbbing to deliver the final watery spurts of sperm into her battered cunt.

It was almost as if he was seriously trying to inseminate her defenseless vagina. To give her a baby bump and to ruin her prospects of remaining a cheerleader. She could feel herself clenching down on his erection at the thought of that, and in response, his member flexed aggressively against the walls of her cunt.

Just like a mare, she thought, she had been mounted and potentially impregnated. Like she was nothing more than an animal. Her family would never forgive her if they found out she made such a mistake, nor would her boyfriend...

"What am I supposed to do now...?" Everything inside her felt gross and slippery. Each time he moved even an inch, she could feel his organ moving inside the puddle he dumped inside her. She might never again feel clean. Her pussy had gotten its first creampie, the most intimate event a girl and a boy can share with one another.



Followed by a bitter sigh, she plopped back against the pillow with her legs still open and her lover sheathed inside her vagina. More of his weight was resting on her now, after he had deposited his cum in her and had lost his strength.

There was little she could do now that he already came in her, and her mind was weirdly at ease with the thought. Still, she knew of the risk. She also knew she didn't want to get knocked up at such a tender young age.

All that adrenaline, which coursed through her veins like never before, helped her to temporarily form a more coherent thought.

An obvious idea occurred to her.

A simple solution to this mess, thanks to modern science. Unlike her mother or her grandmother, she wasn't completely at the mercy of her partner. A single accident wouldn't permanently doom her, she couldn't allow that to happen, she wouldn't.



She extended her arm as far as it would go and pulled her discarded clothes close enough to retrieve her phone. Her sluggish mind was whirring and spinning while she stared at the bright digital screen, until she remembered her password. She navigated her way to the calendar and created a simple reminder; Purchase plan B, ASAP.

Even if it took a day, even if it would take two days, she would be fine. It was a relief. She wouldn't have to endure a baby growing inside her and she sure as hell wouldn't have to endure weeks of morning sickness just because she once forgot using a condom.

Throughout it all, Robbie remained on top of her. Her breasts did little to cushion the way he was pinning her in place. He was truly spent now that he had thoroughly enjoyed his birthday present.



She placed her phone on the nightstand, uttered a weary sigh and closed her eyes. She could still feel the vastness of cum that was swirling around inside her vagina. It was so warm and sticky, distinctly different from her own wetness. It didn't feel right. She felt tainted and dirty. There was a very good reason for why she had never permitted her boyfriend to soil her insides like this.

Even the thought was obscene -- that she currently carried millions of his little swimmers inside her twat. Wiggly little sperm tadpoles. Each one with the single goal of ruining her teenage years, by forcing her into an unplanned pregnancy. Sometimes, being a girl certainly sucks...

And every now and then she could feel her pussy twitching around his shrinking shaft, as if to make up for the growing emptiness within her. Everything about this felt too intimate. She could scarcely believe it, but it almost felt like her vagina was falling in love with the bareback sensation. She grimaced at the thought, but nonetheless felt a warm pressure in her loins. A deep satisfaction. If he wanted to go for another round, she would probably let him.

The room was quiet...she couldn't even hear the party downstairs anymore. It was fairly tranquil and serene, she thought. Caught by the sullen silence, the two teenagers were moments from falling asleep, entangled as they were.

Until the door handle twisted, and turned.

The bedroom door opened. Tim and Francis -- those friends of Robbie -- entered the room only to change their expressions from ones of curiosity, into ones of surprise and shock.



"Are we interrupting? We're interrupting," Francis said while already being in the midst of trying to close the door again.

"Wait," Robbie answered. He was still surprisingly out of breath. "It's cool. She offered to help me lose my...uh, my virginity. My brother made it happen, I guess. So it's all good. She isn't cheating or anything...what are you doing here anyway? Wait, did he...did he send you?"

The situation was weird without a doubt, and Robbie had no intention of remaining completely naked in the presence of his buddies. He rolled over to cover himself with the bed covers.

Which left Anushka with the feeling of how his softened member slipped out of her, with a slick pop, after which a tendril of warm spunk drooled out of her violated womanhood. Everything down there felt swollen, tender and sticky. Since she wasn't making an effort to move, her senses were acutely aware of how all that cum was gradually escaping her. It began to leak out of her slit more richly, oozing down the cheeks of her bum and pooling underneath her.



"Well...he did send us, yeah. But he said something about checking up on everyone. I don't think this is what he meant..." Francis surveyed the situation. "But hey, I'm not gonna pass up on this. If she's all right with it? And if you don't mind either?"

"Yeah sure, go for it." Robbie had his share of fun. He didn't mind sharing the experience with his closest friends, as well.

None of the guys asked Anushka, who still lay on the bed. Considering how widely known her helpful attitude was, the boys simply assumed this was all part of her charity. That she offered herself to be used for their entertainment however they saw fit.

Who knows, maybe this was even some fetish she had, Robbie thought to himself. She did seem completely at ease with everything, other than that little accident inside her pussy. But even that unwelcome cream filling didn't seem to bother her much at all. It gave him a newfound motivation to indulge in what he assumed to be her kink.

"Go ahead," he suggested as he climbed off the bed while keeping the covers wrapped around his lower half.

The two teenagers still stood a good distance away. After a brief moment of contemplation, Francis shrugged his shoulders and began to strip. He was surprisingly fit, with mildly toned muscles underneath his clothes. He wasn't short on confidence either, he was the only one in their small circle of friends who had an easy time with the ladies.



And so while Robbie and Tim retreated with chairs to a corner of the room, to watch the show, Francis approached the bedside.

"I always thought you were the prettiest." His eyes wandered over her curves. Her tanned, beautiful skin was free of any marks or imperfections. He reached out to give her tit an inquisitive squeeze.

"The real deal, sweet. I kinda prefer girls with bigger breasts, but it's not like you're offering a boobjob anyway." His gaze moved up and he briefly looked into her eyes. He could see a trace of confusion and fright, locked behind the entrancing shade of hazelnut of her iris, as if she was trapped inside her own mind. He recognized the look, it was the same one all the intoxicated girls downstairs had.

She was fighting a losing battle, certainly. Each little rush of adrenaline had less of an effect to free her mind, she was rapidly succumbing to the alcohol and whatever else she ingested.



"She had a bit too much to drink, didn't she?" He contemplated the situation for a moment, but it wasn't his fault that she got herself into this mess. This would be an easy way of teaching her a lesson, while he and his friends would get to have fun. It was harmless anyway, he figured, it's not like they were harming her.

He knew nothing of the trouble that was brewing in her loins, with more cum trickling towards her cervix.

Anushka still looked up at him, dazed and intoxicated as she was. Each time she breathed in, she grew more aware of the vile scent of drying sperm and her own vaginal juices that seeped into the air and filled the room with the smell of unprotected sex. All she could hope for was an opportunity to fall asleep and to rest.



She simply wanted this to be over, even her own arousal was giving her little more than embarrassment and shame. She took no joy or pride in the fact that everyone currently in the room knew what her cunt smelled like when she was in the mood for another cock. Her pussy was pleading for another dick to own her.

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But instead, Francis moved his hand toward her cheek and beyond, grabbing the pillow her head was resting on. With one swift tug, he pulled it away and she uttered a displeased groan in response as her head plopped onto the firm mattress.


It was the beginning of something new, as he relocated the pillow and pushed it underneath her buttocks. One strong push and it was in place. It raised her crotch, higher up than the rest of her body and much easier to access.

Francis climbed on top of her.



"Tell me that I'm your boyfriend," he instructed her as he reached for his erection, and used this grip to rub the blunt tip of his cock against the shrouded little point of pleasure, just atop her slit. Her dark patch of curly hair down there had gotten sticky with a mixture of fluids, but he knew where to find her clitoris nonetheless. His cockhead applied a gentle pressure on it, just enough to make her curious.

"Ah...ahnn!" Anushka released a tender moan, and her soft voice helped to coax more life into his erection. "My...my boyfriend?" She had never felt anything like this. Sex had always been something she would do just to get it over with. It had never even occurred to her, or her boyfriend, that sex could be pleasurable for both of them.

And it was her religious upbringing which had taught her that everything between her legs was a no-no area. So many sensations were flooding her brain, her body was more than amped up to receive more attention.

"You are...my boyfriend?" She weakly repeated his words, though she didn't care to understand their meaning. She simply wanted this moment to continue. Free of shame and stress, this was the first time that she discovered a new side of herself. And despite her frail and tired mind, she suddenly felt a new rush of energy to urge her onwards.

"That's right." He drew small circles around her pleasure button, and a dab of his pre-cum smeared all over its smooth surface.



When he was finally pleased with her growing need, he pushed his cock down to knock against the entrance to her juicy cunt. The battered lips of her pussy were drenched, it was either a mess of her own creation or leftovers from Robbie's deposit inside her twat. She was about to accept the second unprotected dick of her life into her body.

Much like it happened with the first one, she was vaguely aware of a gentle push, followed by the feeling of being spread open by something. This is it, she contemplated, and the tip of his erection entered her. She had taken him inside and she was once again allowing a guy to relish the wet embrace of her cunt.

The anxious fear crossed her mind again, as she remembered that she still wasn't on any birth control. At this rate, she may end up taking another warm batch of sperm into her most vulnerable core -- her blind reliance on taking a morning after pill was nagging her. She knew this was a bad idea, and yet-



"Ahnnn!" Anushka uttered another perplexed moan as she felt the manly appendage invading her further, stretching her womanhood far more so than the first cock she took. It was only when she planted her hands on the mattress to push herself into a more upright position that she could gaze at the obscene sight that was playing out further down. While the shadow cast by Francis' body made it harder to observe, she was able to see the way his grotesquely thick erection was worming its way into her. He would pull back by an inch, and then feed two inches back into her. His actions also just so happened to push all the remaining cum deeper inside her.

"Nnnh," she sighed bitterly. His monstrous size was pushing against some particularly sensitive parts and she was rapidly approaching her breaking point. There was only so much she could safely accommodate, before she would feel the sheer strain and burden of trying to force something unusually big into her. "It won't fit, it doesn't fit," she mumbled with her broken voice, a plea that was ignored. Her hands clutched the bed's fabric more tightly.

Francis kept on applying more pressure with every other thrust, coaxing her insides to accept him. It was fortunate that she was so damn wet, otherwise this would've proven uncomfortable for both.



Anushka's fists gradually unclenched as she managed to relax. Her breathing still came deep and ragged, and her mouth felt dry, but she was getting used to it all. Even the sounds no longer caused her as much discomfort -- that repetitive slick noise each time his member pushed inwards. The way her battered pussy lips simply opened up and allowed his erection to plunge deeper still.

She refused to say it out loud, but it was beginning to feel weirdly pleasant. It felt just right, the way he managed to stimulate those unknown parts within her. Those tender spots she never knew existed.

"Ah! Ohh..." A particularly sharp moan left her brittle lips as she felt him delving deeper than even Robbie managed to, yet undiscovered parts were opening up to accommodate her lover. In response, she parted her legs further.



One foot slipped just off the edge of the bed and dangled uselessly above the carpet, while her other foot remained atop the mattress. Even so, all it did was creating more space inside her. An act that allowed Francis to pick up the pace with which he was mating with her.

It shaped up to be a proper fuck, with deep hard strokes.

It was so much more intense than she could've ever anticipated, a workout for her untrained pussy. And as those ebbing waves of soreness, excitement and lust kept retreating and returning, she soon found herself reaching another height she had yet to experience.

Her first orgasm.

It began with a sensation similar to having just burned herself, her instincts urged her on to touch herself, to reassure herself that she was okay. It was accompanied by a squeezing that she was aware of each time he thrust into her. The soft, slick walls of her cunt clenched down on his member when he pushed in, and when he withdrew she felt empty and hollow. It was like a weird, twisted dance.



Soon she could feel a heaviness emanating from just below her belly button.

It seemed to be spreading in a butterfly shape, growing outwards. It reached down to her thighs, and all the way up to the tips of her tingly fingers. Its intensity kept climbing until she sighed, and bit her lip hard enough to draw traces of blood.

She suddenly felt lightheaded and breathless. Warm shocks of bliss rolled through her and accompanied the fullness in her pussy. Her eyes were shut tight and all her senses concentrated on those feelings, the confusion and joy of her first climax. It felt so damn good.

Simultaneously, Francis could feel her vagina rhythmically contracting around his dick, damn well making it impossible to push as deep as he had grown accustomed to. But he didn't need to.

Just as Anushka was in the midst of an orgasm, her lover joined her. He repeated the same motions that had forced her over the edge. He fucked into her as he began to deliver a row of thick, virile spurts of semen into the depths of her defenseless vagina. His persistent thrusting only helped to push it deeper.



Her cervix repeatedly dipped into the sticky mess, in tune to her barely suppressed moans.

A milky pool of cum all but drowned her vulnerable cervix. The boys were certainly doing their very best to try and seal her fate, knowingly or not, they were breeding her unprotected cunt.

The pillow underneath her peach-shaped buttocks all but ensured the sperm had nowhere to go but where it belonged most. She still shivered and gasped, even when her partner slowed down and paused.

"And that's...that's how you get it done..."

Francis allowed his muscles to relax, now that his job was finished. The exertion of his work came crushing down on him. His full weight was lowered onto Anushka while he gasped for fresh oxygen.

The air was heavy with the salty taste of sweat and exhaustion. He leered down at her with a toxic, lecherous stare when she eventually opened her eyes. It had taken her a while to recover. He knew he had succeeded in something that perhaps nobody else had attempted yet -- to ride her to the peak of pleasure.



Simultaneously, Anushka's senses returned and she regretfully grew aware of that new, added heat in her loins. That damp warmth from all the recklessly deposited sperm that now resided within her. She had taken it all, like a gift she couldn't return anymore.

Their crotches were fused together for the time being, and she could feel him softening against the tender sides of her pussy.

Even her vulva, somehow, felt more bruised and battered. There were so many things she was suddenly in the midst of discovering. It's like her world was finally filled with color again, it was real and vivid. Whatever had been mixed into her drink was slowly leaving her system, but the influence of alcohol still affected her strongly.

"Are you...did you...finish?" Her words came timidly. The weight of the situation was slowly closing in on her and she wasn't sure how to react.



Her caring nature and positivity, clashed with the overwhelming mess this turned out to be.

"Yeah. It was amazing. You were amazing." He lowered his gaze down to where their genitals were still hugging one another, and slowly withdrew from her sloppy insides. It coaxed a few gasps and sighs out of his partner, but he soon felt himself popping free from her pussy's tight embrace. The way the pillow kept her crotch propped up, allowed him a particularly lewd sight.

His limp member dangled above her gaping, abused opening and dripped remnants of their combined juices all over, and into, the overexerted slit of her twat. The pale shade of his expelled cum contrasted strongly with the shade of her skin color.

It was a strange sight for a teenage girl who never had sex without a condom, and never saw a guy's ejaculate outside of a thick latex prison. It confirmed her suspicions, she really didn't like the feeling nor the sight of spunk. Though she couldn't deny that she had at least a little bit of fun...no that was an understatement. She had to be honest to herself, it had been her first orgasm.



"So who is next," Robbie asked. "Tim, you wanna have a go at her? We wouldn't judge you or anything if you don't wanna," he continued while he observed his friend's reaction.

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Of the three friends, Tim was certainly the least social one. Which didn't mean that he was bad looking by any means, but he was scrawny and quick to grow nervous. Which was entirely to be expected considering he grew up in a household with half a dozen siblings. As the youngest sibling of the bunch, he had always been teased and made fun of. He never had a chance to build his confidence.


"I don't know, maybe?" His gaze jumped back and forth between his friends, and the cute girl who was waiting on the bed with her legs wide open, ready to be fucked with a sullen expression. She didn't seem too happy about the situation, but she also didn't glare or anything. She had accepted her fate.



She did however moan sweetly when a pair of fingers delved into her pussy -- and shoved all that previously deposited warm lubrication inwards. An unpleasant but familiar sensation, at this point. Francis seemed to be taking great delight in groping her in every way he could. His sperm-covered fingers left her pussy and trailed back up to her pussy, flat stomach -- where he drew a wet circle around her belly button before moving further up to cup her breast. A soft squeeze confirmed that her tits were just as responsive as her cunt.

"Yeah, I kind of wanna try." Tim watched the show and it was mesmerizing. His brothers often brought drunk girls home, and they often would end up being rather vocal about their nightly entertainment.

Unlike Robbie, Tim had never complained about wishing to lose his virginity. But much like his friends, he failed to see a reason to pass up on this opportunity.

"Sure, she's ready to go," Francis responded while he climbed off the bed.



Once again nobody bothered to inquire for Anushka's thoughts on the matter. She wasn't even comfortable with her spot on the bed -- the pillow elevated her midsection, sure, but that caused her head to rest on the rigid mattress. And her vagina was sore and achy. She also hated the feeling of sperm wedged into every crevice of her cunt.

Though just as she was about to voice her discomfort, Tim climbed on top of her. There wasn't much wiggle room -- it was still just a tiny bed, designed for just one person -- so when he planted his elbows on either side of her, she could only glance left and right in case she still had a chance to slip away. She couldn't.

"Could you...like...turn around?" Tim gazed down at her, and for the first time she actually had the presence of mind to look back up at him.

"Turn around," she repeated his words, albeit more slowly as if trying to decipher the meaning. "What do you mean?" She turned her head and looked at the wooden headrest of the bed. It took her another moment to comprehend his intentions -- to turn her body!



She's never had sex in any position but missionary. It hadn't occurred to the strictly religious girl that some people may have a preference. So she awkwardly twisted and turned her body around and found herself face-to-face with the mattress she had gotten so familiar with. She also felt the pillow now digging into her pubic bone. The result was the same, her cunt was raised and easy to access.

A strong blush crept across her cheeks, a burning shame. The growing awareness wasn't entirely a good thing...

She could soon feel something poking her labia again. It was a surprise that her crotch hadn't turned into more of a sloppy mess, but that simply meant most cum was still somewhere inside her.

Which wasn't reassuring. It made her nauseous to think she might get knocked up. She briefly wondered just how much cum would fit into her, before even her baby-frenzied vagina would begin to spit it back out. But then she remembered that even if her pussy would be filled to the brim, her elevated crotch was giving all their combined cum a chance to needle through her cervix and to drool right into her womb.



She shivered warmly and sighed, just long enough for her to question if her vivid imagination coaxed another orgasm out of her...

The gentle, careful prodding ceased when she felt Tim's appendage had successfully located her slit. It made her feel so very vulnerable. She was naked and exposed, and so cursed helpless -- yet she did not dare make a fuss about it. Just one more time, she thought to herself. They're almost done, then I can shower and go home.



Tim inched his hips forward, he had observed the prior dance long enough to have a general idea of how it was done. The bulbous cockhead nudged between the swollen lips of her pussy, pushed them apart and then entered the welcoming heat of her loins.

He moaned with a mixture of excitement and surprise -- it surpassed his expectations! So caught up in the moment, he eagerly intended to claim more of this newfound pleasure and pushed onwards, slowly but deliberately.

It was an effortless process, she took him in with ease. At least physically. Her mind was rebelling. She crossed her arms in front of her face and hid herself, an attempt to conceal her expression -- torn between shame, confusion and guilty pleasure.



Her new partner wasn't as large as the previous ones, but everything inside her had become so sensitive that he didn't need to be well endowed. She could feel every stroke, every throb. She could hear the soft creaking of the bed frame as he added more weight to her, and she could smell the potent scent of frequent intercourse. Her senses were drowning in an ocean of lust and everything tied to it.

Tim was taking his time, or at least tried to. He was inching back and forth, as if he was afraid he may break her if he pushed too deep, or too fast. He also wanted to make it memorable for himself, stretching these moments for as long as he could manage. Even if two other guys had already used her, it still felt like her pussy was tight enough to snap his dick. It was an impossible embrace, mayhap related to her youth, or rigorous exercise as cheerleader. Whatever it was caused by, it was a blessing.

Another subtle moan left him as he tried to thrust forward and was met with more resistance. It had no right to feel this good to have sex with her, and it was taking his breath away. It was the single-most special experience in his entire life.



Anushka felt similar. Her entire crotch felt like it was heating up or burning, like all the nerve endings were firing off signals left and right, to signal her what she already knew: Only her cunt mattered.

Every other push drove those thoughts home, and soaked her mind with more desire. A taboo kind of desire that seemed to be fighting with what little was left of her rational mind.

She listened to the way each thrust forced a wet squelch out of her beaten cunt and she moaned sultry. Though just as she was getting closer to claiming another orgasm for herself, she heard her lover releasing a more drawn-out moan. His voice was mixed with emotional release and regret, but also genuine joy. Anushka pinched her wrist, to distract herself from the sudden sensation of more spunk being delivered into her violated cunt. Hot, sticky bursts showered the depths of her cunny with everything he had stored in his weary testicles. Weeks, maybe months' worth of pent up semen.



"Ahnn!" She moaned by sheer accident, just as she felt a particular forceful burst against the end of her tunnel. It was humiliating, she didn't feel like she had any control over the situation.

At least it was over.

Or so she thought.

"Are you done? I kind of want to go again," Robbie asked. Nobody had the heart or motivation to deny him.

They switched places and Anushka once again found herself getting used for sex.



It wasn't a gentle fuck by any means, every thrust caused her face to rub across the mattress, but her energy was depleted. Everything began to blur into one big event, seemingly endless. Her thoughts dimmed and calmed down as she accepted that this would go on for much, much longer.

It was in the midst of that encounter that she finally fell victim to her exhaustion.

After all that had happened, she reached her limit and passed out while still being pounded from behind. It wasn't graceful and it certainly wasn't ladylike.



His crotch simply continued to repeatedly slap against the perky cheeks of her behind, to sink every inch of his overeager erection back into her sheathe. Subtle ripples waved outwards each time his flesh impacted with her buttocks. Nobody paid attention to the way she barely reacted anymore. If anything, they took it as sign that she finally consented fully. That she was merely ashamed of enjoying herself.

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Robbie didn't notice, not even when he came inside her for a second time. Nor did his friends notice that she wasn't awake anymore when they continued taking turns with her. Until the evening truly came to an end, until they were well and truly sated...






Anushka had a dreamless slumber. Her body had desperately attempted to rid itself of all the toxins but it didn't have any power left to spare. Her sleep wasn't a restful one whatsoever.

A splitting headache assaulted her as soon as she opened her eyes again, much later.



"What the hell did I do...?" She mumbled to herself lethargically, while placing both hands on the sides of her head as if she was afraid it may fall off. Her throat felt incredibly dry, like she hadn't had a sip of water for weeks. She also noticed that her entire body felt sore which usually only happened after overexerting herself at the gym.

Her mind was a foggy mess. She truly couldn't remember anything other than getting drunk and praying that someone would turn down the music. The last time she had gotten blackout drunk like this was...on her birthday, probably. Where was she anyway?

She took a quick, panicked look around and found herself still at her boyfriend's home, in one of the guest rooms. All alone. It was reassuring, even if she couldn't recall how she got there. Someone must have carried her.

Presumably her boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be seen.

The blanket clung to her skin, that's how sticky and sweaty she was. Even in her moody and drained state, she felt grossed out. If there ever had been a time that she needed a good hot shower, this was it. The poor state she was in became more obvious as she crawled out of bed and felt her legs trembling miserably. She walked like a zombie, stumbling forward and dragging her hands along the walls, as she pushed herself to the bathroom without second guessing just why she was already naked. Her eyes fixated entirely on the path ahead of her.



When she finally reached the bathtub, she sat under the showerhead and allowed lukewarm water to sprinkle over her naked body, which finally lured a groan out of her. She tugged her knees in and rested for what felt like an eternity, simply relaxing and recovering. Her joints ached and her muscles still felt stiff, so it felt heavenly to have a thousand water drops massaging the entirety of her body for so long.



She eventually pulled herself back up to her feet, finished her shower and dried herself off with a cozy, soft towel. It was a treat to feel the fabric caressing her. She studied herself in front of the bathroom mirror while doing so, and for the first time, noticed that her entire vaginal area was enflamed and red. She leaned forward to take a better look, and parted the swollen lips with her fingertips. Her actions were slow and gentle, as if she was afraid she may break something down there by touching it.



Some kind of cloudy, sticky discharge trickled down her thighs almost immediately, and she uttered a startled gasp. It was a mystery to her why she might be so dripping wet on the inside. Did she have some kind of wet dream before she woke up? She wasn't sure, but she sure as heck hoped that she hadn't masturbated in the guest room while she was drunk out of her mind. Oh god, even the thought made her nearly choke in embarrassment. Hopefully nobody had noticed that she apparently touched herself. It was time to clean away any evidence of her intoxicated behavior.

She quickly sat down on the toilet seat and grabbed a small box from the side. The contents were what she expected, the private stash of tampons belonging to her boyfriend's mother. Applicator included.



"Thank god!" An essential household item if she had ever seen one.

She retrieved one of them, parted her legs, and gingerly inserted it between the swollen lips of her vagina. Her pussy felt bruised and spongy, but she quickly blamed that as well on any kind of unacceptable dream she must've had.

She pushed that bad boy home before pressing down on the plunger and securing the tampon in place, somewhere in the back of her vagina where it would help to prevent any kind of awkward discharge. She could still feel some thick fluids sloshing around somewhere within her, thank god she no longer had to be afraid of it oozing down her legs.



"Nope, nope!" It was all icky and strange down there. The less she had to deal with her private parts, the better. She certainly had other things to worry about, she thought. So after using a ball of tissues to wipe the insides of her thighs clean, she returned to her boyfriend's bedroom to find him soundly asleep. It gave her a good excuse to borrow some of his clothes -- at which point she realized that she couldn't remember taking off her own clothes upon entering the bathroom. She had no idea where those were.

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Did she blank out about that, too?


No matter, she grabbed a fresh pair of boxer shorts from his wardrobe, some sweat pants and an oversized shirt before retreating underneath her boyfriend's blanket. Perhaps now she might be able to claim the restful slumber she had been missing out on. Her soft, warm hands wrapped around his sleeping form as she cuddled up to him and closed her eyes...



Simultaneously in an adjacent room, a distinct noise appeared. An intrusive digital beep, it startled Robbie and tore him from his dreams.

He had slept on the carpet, right next to his bed.

After the guys had entirely spent themselves, and probably ejaculated every single drop of semen they had to offer into Anushka's receptive pussy, they carried her to the guest bedroom. Robbie returned to hopelessly stare at the obscene puddle of cum right where she had spent most of her time. On his bed. Which he had no intention to lie in, not after he saw that disgusting mess.



So after using a whole bunch of towels to try and wipe away most of the excess, he stripped off the bed sheets and tossed them into the washing machine. All that spunk had soaked down to the mattress -- he had no choice but to sleep on the carpet.

Needless to say he didn't appreciate being woken up by some loud beeping device.

It did turn out to be a pleasant surprise, however. It was his camcorder's signal and indicated the batteries were running low. He approached his camcorder -- it was still on his desk, right where he had placed it after initially escorting Anushka to his room.



His expectations were even more blown out of proportion when he accessed the memory and watched the video file. It was all right there. The girls he recorded at the beginning of the party, the shaky movement when he went upstairs with Anushka, and the hours of sexual exploration they shared together. It was recorded at a perfect angle, showing everything. He fast-forwarded the clip, and then quickly ejected the tape to keep it inside one of the drawers of his nightstand.

That's when he noticed that Anushka had forgotten her phone. Curiosity got the better of him, since it still seemed to be unlocked. He browsed right to the picture gallery where he found another little heap of treasures. A whole bunch of -- arguably tasteful -- nude pictures that she had sent to his older brother.










Robbie sent a copy of every single one to himself. His little stash would keep him satisfied for months, possibly years to come. Robbie couldn't be happier.

But then her phone released an urgent beep.

A little notification popped up. It was gibberish: "Purrchess plantB ASAA."

He barely suppressed a laugh at the memory just how drunk she seemed to be at first, at least until she seemed to sober up temporarily. She must've typed that message by accident, he figured. It was just random letters and didn't make any sense.

His fingertip danced across the digital screen as he swiped to the side and pushed that flashing button that confirmed his selection. Delete notification. After all, she didn't need a reminder of how drunk and fuck she was.



For the following few weeks, none of them dared bringing up the topic of his birthday. They all assumed that Anushka simply didn't want to talk about what happened, they had no idea that she truly didn't know or remember. Robbie was perfectly content with the way he got to lose his virginity, and his friends were more than happy with the outcome after they received a copy of the recording.

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There were no consequences.

Or so they thought.

It was months later, after another pleasant night in her boyfriend's bed, when Anushka woke up to a sensation not much unlike being punched in the stomach. Her eyes flashed open, her hand shot up to cover her mouth, and she desperately stormed out of the room and to the bathroom. She woke up half the house with her sudden noise, and she barely managed to slam the door shut before dry-heaving and coughing into the toilet. Tears ran down her cheeks, and her long cascading hair hung down the sides of her face.



The muscles in her abdomen just kept tensing, and she couldn't help but to feel utterly devastated and miserable. What was going on, what was happening to her? She was so overwhelmed that she couldn't think. More than that, she felt terribly weak and ill.

Halfway through, Sunny arrived as well and approached her on the cold bathroom tiles. He comforted her, hugged her, and reassured her while she bawled her eyes out. When she finally recovered enough to breathe normally again, his hand slid down to grasp the hem of her shirt. He suspected one possible cause for her sickness.

"Don't," she panicked and her hands moved on top of his.

"It's okay." Once more her boyfriend reassured her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and his hands began to lift her shirt more insistently. Right there, where she used to have a perfectly pussy and flat belly, he caught a glimpse of a visible baby bump. It was the first time that he noticed it.

And he smiled back at her.

"Accidents happen." He comforted her with a tight embrace while he spoke warmly into her ear. "Maybe one of the condoms broke, who knows. It doesn't matter."

"I want to keep it," he added while his hand brushed over the bulge where she carried a baby. She was about to become a mother.

No -- more accurately, she had become a mother as soon as one of those wiggly tadpoles had reached her womb, months' ago at the party. Her fate had been sealed as soon as she had gotten drunk, naked, and ready to be taken entirely bareback.

It was Anushka who had to pay the price. Ever since that day, a new life had been growing inside of her.

She trembled and could barely even breathe, emotions were tearing her left and right and tugging at her heartstrings. It felt like a combination of anxiety and bliss. Naturally she believed that it was her boyfriend's baby that was growing inside her. She slowly accepted this turn of events. It was a reason to be happy! She felt that the start of something new was waiting just around the corner.

THE-END

[Smad1979]

Ah. I love your stories. Please keep posting more. One on Priyanka Chopra please!

[murasame9930]

Love your stories. Sayyeshaa next?

[Zuckerenberg]

Write story on Katrina Kaif it should be erotic fantasy incest

[Thomas D'cruz]

One on monalisa bro .... plz

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Pooja Hegde opened her eyes. Her head was swimming, and she tried to bring her hand to her forehead, but her wrist was caught. The first thing she realized was that she was still drunk, and feeling very woozy. The second, that she was on all fours, torso resting on a bench of some sort. Her wrists and ankles were bound in place, secured to the bench somehow. She wriggled in vain.


A streak of light fell onto Pooja Hegde's face, making her look up. The door had opened, briefly revealing the silhouette of a muscular young man as he slipped inside the room.



Suddenly she remembered. The frat party, of course. After a fight with her long-distance boyfriend on the phone, she felt like blowing off some steam, and had gone to the wild party alone.

She could hear footsteps, as the figure approached her from behind. He stood right behind her, and she regretted her clothing choices for the night. What had she been thinking?

Angry with her boyfriend and wanting some attention, she had worn one of her favorite dresses, a teeny floral sundress that ended just under her ass, exposing her long smooth legs. As long as she stayed upright, like she had planned, the length wasn't a problem. But she hadn't anticipated being in this position...



A warm flush grew across Pooja Hegde's face as she realized her whole ass must be on display to the guy behind her. She couldn't remember what underwear she had worn, but she hoped it was the type that covered more. She also found herself thinking, somewhat perversely, that she hoped it was a cute pair, not a laundry day pair.

"Can you help me," she slurred, "I'm stuck..." She wiggled around on the bench, not really cognizant of her situation. The wiggling did nothing to release the thick straps that held her wrists and ankles secure, but it did rub her nipples against the cold bench, making them hard through the thin fabric.

The guy didn't reply, didn't make any noise, but she could sense him standing behind her. "scuse me, dude" Nothing was coming out right. She wanted to ask him to let her go, but she was confused and groggy, and she wasn't sure he could hear her.



Silence filled the room, except for faint bass that thumped through the floor from music downstairs. She found herself nodding off, cheek against the bench, until a hand brushed her ass cheek gently. She could feel it, but felt too far away to care. She didn't react. The guy behind her reached out with both hands this time, cupping her cheeks in his hands and squeezing. He ran his hands over her backside, up and down her thighs and ass, before brushing them against her pussy. She whimpered.

"Please," she cried out, slowly understanding what was going on. She didn't want this to happen, she had always remained faithful to her boyfriend.

"Please, no," He doubled his efforts, started stroking her through her underwear more firmly. In her drunken state, it started to feel good. "No!" she cried out. He smacked her ass, which didn't hurt much in her state, mostly just humiliated her.



He walked around the bench and stopped directly in front of her. It was dark in the room, and she couldn't keep her eyes open, but she registered his jeans swimming in front of her face.

"You're gonna be a good girl now," he said in a soothing tone. He brushed his fingers against her lips. They smelled good, like he had just washed his hands. "No," she moaned.

He placed a finger between her lips and pushed her teeth apart. "Yes," he said softly, and slid his finger into her mouth. He thrust it in and out a few times, wetting her lips. Using his other hand, he unzipped his pants. He took his hardening dick in hand and tried to guide it into her mouth. Pooja Hegde clamped her lips shut and tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her by the throat with both hands and thrust into her mouth. He let it sit there for a few seconds, and she could feel him swelling and filling up her mouth. "Mmmrf," she tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on her neck, and began thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth. Being completely tied down, there was nothing she could do about it, except let him violate her mouth. And he was big. Bigger than her boyfriend, for sure. She was embarrassed to feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter.



He hit the back of her mouth, then pulled out a couple inches. She gasped, trying to get some air, but instead he thrust forward again and she felt the pressure of his cock at the back of her throat. He pushed, so slowly, and the tip slid into her throat.

He groaned. He took his hand off her neck. "Good girl," he murmured again, smoothing her hair down with his hand. His cock still strained at her throat, slowly increasing the pressure. "Oh my god, yes," he said, "let me fuck your throat, slut." He forced his cock forward, and her throat gave way. He pushed all the way in, moaning, until his pubes ground against her lips. Her body begged for air, but he still thrust in, out, in, out, in, and finally all the way out.



She gasped and felt the pleasure of cool air refreshing her lungs. She was embarrassed to feel that her pussy had gotten so wet it was literally dripping into her panties. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

He stood in front of her, cock in hand, rubbing it gently. "Your throat is so good, I wanted to come right down it." He forced his wet cock back into her mouth, and let it slide across her warm lips and tongue. Softly at first, she began licking the underside of his shaft as he thrust in and out. Anything to stop him from shoving it down her throat again.

"Mmmm, yes, good girl," he said, grabbing a handful of her hair at the back of her head and pushing her head forward onto his cock. She gulped air between thrusts, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He pounded away, and she tasted precum drops on her tongue, but again he pulled out.



He grinned. "I have other plans for you."

He walked around her limp form until he was behind her again. "Ooh, good girl," he chuckled. He pulled her panties down, until they were stretched between her knees. He laughed.

"I didn't realize you were enjoying yourself so much," he said, and once that registered with her, a deep blush crept over her face. He took his cock in hand and slid it along her slit, the head just barely making contact with her skin. Then nothing.



She waited. She was unbelievably horny, and wanted release. But nothing happened. He just stood behind her, not touching her. 'What are you waiting for?' she thought, but dared not say aloud. She didn't want to encourage him.

"Well?" he asked, "don't you want me to fuck you?"

"No," she whimpered. He didn't answer, but somewhere behind her, he opened a drawer and rummaged around for something. He found it and slammed the drawer shut.

She heard a few clicks, then a low buzzing. Oh god. What was he doing back there? She soon found out, when he pressed a vibrator to her clit. She jerked suddenly. She would have fallen off the bench if she hadn't been tied to it. It felt so good, and he was obviously skilled. He rubbed her clit with the vibrator, going in slow circles at first, but building speed until she could barely take it.



"Ah!... No!...mmmm..." she gasped. She kept opening her mouth to beg him to stop, but only moans came out. She couldn't stop. It felt so good, she hadn't been touched in so long. She couldn't handle all the sensations, she could feel an orgasm building. She was near tears now. "Please, no! Stop!" But he didn't stop. He grabbed her by the waist and circled the vibrator faster. She panted, buried her face in the bench, and tried to ignore what was happening to her. Pleasure coursed through her body, she couldn't stop, she was at the edge, almost there, she needed to come.

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He teased her with the vibrator, bringing it to her opening, but not penetrating her, before assaulting her clit with it again. She didn't know if she would come or cry first; she had no control over what was happening to her, and half of her wanted to run away, but the other half of her wanted his cock so badly. She teetered on the edge, about to come...




The young man set the vibrator aside and stepped right behind her, between her bound legs, so that the two of them were almost touching. He brought the tip of his cock to her opening, sliding it up and down, but still not penetrating her. She felt like screaming. "Please," she said, but that was all she could get out.

"Oh," he purred, "now you're more compliant, aren't you?"

"NO!" She almost shouted. "Please, don't!" But she wanted him so badly it ached, and he could tell.

"Too bad," he said, and grinned, although she couldn't see him. His cock had turned so red it was almost purple, and it screamed for attention. Seeing this sexy girl all tied up and helpless made him harder than he'd ever been. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was gasping for air. He thrust forward and rammed into her, making her scream.



He groaned with pleasure. He had never felt anything as good as her hot tiny pussy squeezing his big cock. He could have come right then, but he wanted to savor this.

Pooja Hegde sobbed "No! Stop," as he slowly dragged his hard cock back out dripping. She could feel every inch sliding out of her, agonizingly. Suddenly he grabbed her around her little waist and blasted into her, pulling out then thrusting forward with all his momentum.

Pooja Hegde's poor pussy was stretched out around the stranger's massive cock, and could feel him hit the deepest part of her with each thrust. It hurt, but felt good in a really primal way. She didn't think her rapist had bothered to put a condom on, which meant that he was pounding away at her raw, with no protection between them. Just his big straining stiff cock, dripping with precum and invading the deepest part of her.



"NOOOOOooooooooooo," she howled. She could feel the pressure building up, her pussy getting hotter and hotter. She couldn't hold it in, she needed to come. The stranger grabbed her around the throat and fucked her for all he was worth, which sent her over the edge.

Dazed, Pooja Hegde screamed and moaned with pleasure, almost sobbing because it felt so good. Her pussy squeezed and squirted, creating a puddle on the floor under her.

"Mmm, you liked that, didn't you?" the young man purred, pulling out slowly. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet..."

Pooja Hegde found herself in a bad situation.

She remembered arriving to the college party and pouring herself a drink from the bar, but then nothing until she had woken up in this upstairs room, tied to a bench.



The (admittedly, sort of hot) young man, presumably her captor, had just fucked her until she lost control and had a squirting, screaming orgasm.

Her orgasm subsiding, she started coming back to her senses. She still felt drunk, and more out-of-it than she usually was after just a beer. She was a relatively small girl though, and didn't drink often, so she hadn't learned her limit yet.

Embarrassed and now getting more frightened, Pooja Hegde hoped that the noise would attract other party-goers to come and rescue her.

As if he knew what she was thinking, the young man chuckled. "That music is on so loud, none of those drunk kids heard you at all." He stroked his hard cock, which was absolutely dripping with her come.



"Now, I was so generous to you- I think you'll want to return the favor." He plunged his cock back into her shuddering pussy, making her scream out loud. Her poor pussy felt incredibly sensitive after the intense fucking.

"You know, just in case though..." He thrust into her a couple times, groaning. She was one of the hottest girls he had ever seen, and he could barely hold himself back. He imagined cumming into her unprotected pussy, his big load of sperm gushing into her depths and marking her as his territory. It was too hot. He had to pull out now to stop from cumming. He dragged his big cock back out of her, enjoying the squelching noise it made as her pussy clung to him, trying to keep him inside.

He practically ran back to the dresser and yanked it open. A handkerchief was in the top drawer, perfect. Pooja Hegde moaned and sobbed from the bench, "please! please let me go..."



But he came back around to the bench, and tied the handkerchief around her head in her mouth, gagging her. He grinned. "Now we don't need to worry about you bothering anyone with your yelling," he said, gazing down at her. Her eyes, a little unfocused, were watering. The tears rolled down and over her soft lips, which were stretched around the blue handkerchief gagging her. Her tiny floral mini-dress was now bunched around her waist, leaving her ass and pussy stretched open and exposed.

He walked back around to look at her ass, running his hand along her smooth body. She shivered from his touch, her face burning red with embarrassment from being exposed like this. "You look so good, I wanna remember this forever," the young man said, and pulled out his phone to snap a photo of her bare cunt and ass. "You tell anyone what happened here tonight, and I'll send this to your friend, parents, whatever." He hoped that it wouldn't come to that. If the drug he bought off the frat boy worked right, Pooja Hegde wouldn't remember anything after he spiked her beer.



Admiring her naked rear from behind, he realized that now was his chance to fulfill one of his fantasies. He rubbed his cock around her vulva, making sure it was well-lubricated with her juices. She moaned a little through the gag, but he could hear her gasping every time he touched her sensitive clit.

He pushed two of his fingers into her pussy and was rewarded when she pushed back onto them, only managing to move her body slightly, since she was tied down. He withdrew them, now moistened, and started rubbing her little asshole.



When she felt his intruding fingers, she visibly flinched, and her ass tightened. However, as fucked up as she was, she couldn't offer much resistance. He rubbed her tight hole from the outside until he felt her relax a little- then he violated her ass with his finger.

It was heavenly. Her pussy had been so tight, he could tell it had gone unused for months. Her ass was even tighter though, squeezing his finger. Pooja Hegde cried out through her gag. Even in her state, this felt wrong to her. He added another finger, and started working them in and out of her ass. She had squirted so much he didn't even need lube, his fingers were sliding in and out.

Pooja Hegde whimpered. She was beginning to realize that he was going to fuck her ass, and she couldn't stop him. The only thing she could do was try to relax, so it wouldn't hurt as much.

The young man felt her ass relax slightly, and took his opportunity. He stopped stroking his cock, and quickly guided it to her ass. He pushed forward, the head of his cock straining against her asshole. She was resisting too much, so he leaned forward and grabbed her nipples through her thin dress. She cried out in surprise and pain, and he slammed his cock into her at that moment.



Pooja Hegde screamed again, but it was partly muffled from the gag. She wasn't screaming from the pain- it did hurt, but what hurt more was the humiliation, the knowledge that this man was violating her, entering her without her permission, and fucking her somewhere that had never been fucked before. She felt his naked cock squeeze into her, stretching her ass painfully wide around his shaft.

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"Oh God!" He cried out. "Good girl, good fucktoy, take it, take it, TAKE it like a good girl, yes!" He slowly pumped in and out of her unbelievably tight ass, making her gasp each time his huge cock left her. She was starting to feel pleasure with the pain. His cock was so big inside her that she could feel it rubbing against her g-spot, even through the membrane that divided her pussy from ass.




Pooja Hegde felt the familiar tingling warmth start to spread from her groin into her torso and through her limbs. She was going to cum again, from this stranger's cock violating her ass. He pushed in and out, his rhythm getting faster, and his breaths getting shallower. His cock was dripping pre-cum again, lubing her ass even more. Her makeup was running down her face, but he didn't care. He speared his cock into her violently, making her take the entire thing. He pounded hard, his cock getting close to exploding. He didn't care about Pooja Hegde, he just wanted to force his cum into her, to leave his mess inside her hot young body.

Someone pounded on the door.

He froze. His cock was buried deep in her ass, and he needed to cum, hard. Pooja Hegde felt it throb inside her, stretching her open further.



"Is everything all right in there?" A male voice called out.

Pooja Hegde whimpered softly, but neither of them answered. He made a split second decision, and rammed into her with force again. If he was going to get caught, he wanted to make it worth it.

He pumped into her, picking up speed until he was ramming her body with full force. The bench scbangd across the floor, and Pooja Hegde was trying to shout through her gag. He slapped her round ass, and her ass involuntarily squeezed his cock. It felt so good, he slapped it again and again. Her ass started milking his cock, squeezing each time he landed a blow. He let out a low growl, which turned into a long loud groan as his cock started to pulse and explode with cum. He grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind and slammed into her stretched open ass, cumming harder than he had in a long time. His cum splattered her insides, filling her tight hole completely. He felt more cum shoot from himself, overfilling her and forcing some cum out. It ran down her legs, dripped down her pussy, and onto the floor. She was filled with his milky cum, and now covered in it too.



The guy at the door knocked again, louder this time. "If nobody answers, I'm coming in!" he said.
Brad froze. He had just come a second before, and was still buried deep in helpless Pooja Hegde's ass. Someone at the party had heard her muffled screams, and was knocking at the door. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't get caught like this!

"Just a second," he shouted at the door, starting to pull his cock out of Pooja Hegde's hot little ass. But it was too late.

The door swung open, and two guys stood there, one black. Probably other college students, they had obviously been drinking at the party. "What the fuck?!" said one of them.

"Guys, wait, it's not what it looks like," Brad started. "I swear. Please close the door!"

They stepped inside, and closed the door behind them. "What the fuck is going on?" one of them asked.



"Guys, um," Brad came up with a lie easily. "So sorry about this. This is my girlfriend, and she is freaky! I'm really sorry you walked in on us, but I promise, she's having a great time!" They looked at Pooja Hegde doubtfully.

She was still strapped to a bench, all four limbs tied down. Brad had just fucked her in all three holes, and she was sweaty and dripping with his cum. Her mini dress was pushed up around her waist, and her panties were stretched between her knees. Tears leaked down her face, and she groaned through her gag.

Brad grabbed another handkerchief and tied it around her eyes to blindfold her. "She's fine, we do this all the time, she actually loves it," he went on. The guys still looked unsure, but they were drunk and a little confused, and he knew he could convince them.



"In fact," he dropped his voice to almost a whisper, "she has been begging me to let other guys fuck her with me... since you two have been so cool about this, maybe you'd be interested...?"

He could see the hungry look in their eyes as they gazed at Pooja Hegde's body. Her long, tanned legs were tied open so her pussy and ass were completely on display to the boys.

"I don't know man, are you sure she's okay?" one of them asked.

"Absolutely," said Brad, knowing they couldn't resist her hot young pussy. "She loves this stuff. She'd be begging you for it, if I didn't have her gagged. Please guys, help me out, make her dreams come true." He could tell from their faces that they were already convinced. He slapped them on the back and grinned. "Gotta love freaky girls, right? I'm gonna go wash up in the bathroom, I'll be right back. You two both been tested for diseases?" They both nodded. "Good. She's on the pill, no need for condoms." He grinned to himself as he walked to the bathroom.



Then it was just Pooja Hegde and the two newcomers in the room. Pooja Hegde was trying to listen to their conversation, but she kept sliding in and out of consciousness. She heard when Brad left the room and closed the door, which scared her.

The two new guys were standing behind her, admiring her pussy. Her face burned with embarrassment when she realized that she was tied open, completely on display to them. She felt their eyes appraising her, hungrily looking at her most private parts. One of them stepped forward, and bending down to his knees, pushed his face into her pussy and started licking. He slid his tongue from her clit down to her opening, then back up. He licked in long, steady strokes, his tongue firmly pressing against her clit and lips. He started slow, but her freshly fucked body responded quickly to his hot mouth. She could feel another orgasm start to build, hot tingling pressure that threatened to explode. She moaned through the gag, unable to control herself.

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"Ooh, yes," the other man said. "What a dirty girl, she really is enjoying this." He moved around to the front of the bench, and stroked her cheek. He pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth. Dazed, she tried to shout, but she didn't react quickly enough, because he shoved his cock into her mouth almost immediately.


It was even bigger than the last cock, filling her mouth completely. He moaned loudly, and held her head in place with his hands as he thrust forward into her mouth. The other guy was still licking at her clit eagerly, and now he started to fuck her tight pussy with his fingers. Pooja Hegde was exhausted from all the fucking, and although she didn't know it, the roofie Brad had given her was relaxing all the muscles in her body. She couldn't fight back anymore, and tried to stay limp to weather their abuse until they were satisfied.



The cock in her mouth strained, stretching her small mouth painfully wide. He pushed in deeper, stretching her throat with his fat cock. She tried to gasp for air but could not get any, and felt her lungs screaming for air. The man in her mouth thrust roughly, and she felt her relaxed throat muscles give way several inches. She gurgled, drool running down her chin. Still blindfolded, she couldn't even see the guys banging her. She couldn't shout for help, or move, and they were going to use her body to satisfy themselves.

She felt the fingers leave her throbbing pussy, only to be quickly replaced by a cock. His smooth, raw cockhead rubbed up and down her unprotected slit, bringing her close to orgasm again. He plunged into her pussy with a roar, splitting her painfully open again. She could feel skin-on-skin, and knew that these guys weren't even using condoms. The guy in her throat stayed there, rocking slightly back and forth, but keeping his cock painfully deep. Her head pounded from lack of oxygen, and she blacked out for a second or two. She had never felt like this in her life, just completely powerless and in trouble, like a disposable item or toy, to just be ruined and tossed away.



The two men built up their rhythm, taking her from both ends. It felt amazing for them, feeling the shudders ripple through her body. They each thrust harder now, bouncing her small body between them mercilessly. She had her mouth and face stretched open by one huge slimy cock, and her pussy stretched wide around another. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and how wrong.

The door opened again, and Brad came back in. He smiled, seeing her bounce between the two men furiously pounding at her. He walked up and ran his hands all over her body in a proprietary way. He stepped carefully over the bench and placed his half-hard cock at her asshole again. She moaned, trying to tell him not to, but her moaning only made the cock in her throat swell more. Brad barely managed to squeeze his dick, even half-soft, into Pooja Hegde's asshole. He started pumping slowly, matching his rhythm with the other two fucking her.



Even with as out of it as she was, Pooja Hegde was aware of what was happening to her. The three cocks pounded at her insides, filling her body more than it had ever been filled, slamming her so hard she felt she would rip in half. She squealed around the cock in her mouth, feeling utterly used and degraded, but also feeling her orgasm building and building.





Finally it was too much, and Pooja Hegde started coming uncontrollably. Her tensing body betrayed her and squeezed the cocks in her pussy and ass, making the men groan wildly with pleasure. She came hard, squirting, but was so filled with cock that her come just ran down her legs instead. The guy in her pussy yelled "I'm coming!" and began to fill her with cum. He shot his load into her unprotected pussy as her spasms milked him, sucking his sperm deep into her body. He came for what seemed like forever, and she could feel each hot splash coat her insides with his dirty cum. She was not on birth control like Brad had said, and hated him for filling her up with his potent come. He shot deep, not even caring if she got pregnant, spurting into her. It was the best fuck of his life.



Seeing Pooja Hegde's abused body forced to take a stranger's sperm sent Brad over the edge, and he came too, adding his load to the cum already in her ass and dripping out. The guy in her mouth tightened his grip on her neck, and ground her face into his pubes as he shot his cum down her throat. They pulled out, exhausted, and Pooja Hegde felt so strangely empty and used.

Brad sent the two others away, saying that he would untie and take care of his girlfriend. Pooja Hegde hoped it was true.

THE-END

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My name is Raghbir Singh. I am 61 years old, but being physically fit, I look much younger. I have retired as a wrestling coach from local college. I am more than 6ft tall and weigh about 90kg. I am former wrestler and well built like a bull. I still do physical exercises and keep myself fit.


In my family, my wife aged about 57. She is very religious lady and spends most of her time in temple.
Ranvir is my only son, working in some MNC in marketing department and is normally is on tour for about 25 days in a month. Katrina Kaif is my Daughter- In- Law. Katrina is very beautiful. I don't know her exact figure but she must be about 34B-26-34. Her main assets is her Hourglass shape. She normally wears tight clothes and when she walks in the house, her plump and fuck able body is on clear display and it keeps my cock hard always. Katrina loves to flaunt her beautiful and meaty body and teasing the others.



As my son is normally out on tour, so we three persons are left in house. Always watching my horny Daughter- In- Law is the regular feast to my eyes.

I have found that perhaps she is not getting regular and sufficient fucking from my son. The reason is that as my son is normally away, so he gets only 5-6 days to stay with his wife and on these days also he is tired and asks rest.

Other reason is that as my son is normally on tour, so to pass his time, he has started drinking heavily. So he is not able to do his duties as a husband as efficiently as he should be doing. This leaves my Daughter- In- Law to her masturbation sessions in her bathroom.

I had found that many a times she spends, more time than needed, in bathroom.

She looks like a bitch in heat.



As I am a former wrestler, so I posses a manly body made like a bull. I regularly massage my body with oil in the morning before my bath and it takes about 20-25 minutes oil massage.

Normally I massage myself in drawing room, so my Daughter- In- Law gets many chances to watch my healthy and muscular manly body.

Many a times, I have found her, giving glances to my well built body. Certainly those looks are not of a Daughter- In- Law to her Father- In- Law but of a sex starved lady to a "man".

My wife goes to temple in morning for about 2 hours, so when I do my massage, we only Daughter- In- Law and Father- In- Law are left in house. I also love to flaunt my manly body to my Daughter- In- Law. Katrina normally comes to drawing room during my massage time, with one excuse or other. As at time of massage, I am wearing only small underwear, so it gives her ample opportunity to watch her Father- In- Law. I also love to display myself to her.



This is normal teasing game of both of us. As due to my son being away and wife in temple, daily we have about 2 hours to ourselves. So as soon as my wife goes to temple, I take out my oil bottle and come to drawing room wearing only an underwear and Katrina also comes to drawing room with some excuse like cleaning or mopping the floor etc, and we both enjoy our teasing game.

Sometimes I talk to her while massaging and we crack jokes, sometimes even a bit adult and non vegetarian jokes also and laugh together,. I feel that she wants more than Father- In- Law's love from me and I am surely ready and horny for that.

For some days I was thinking of a way to break the ice and to do something in right direction.

I decided that I am a male so I will have to take the first step.

So today, I wore small "V" shape underwear, which was very loose for me and quite bigger than my size. As soon as my wife went to temple, I took my oil bottle and came to drawing room.

Katrina also closed and latched the front door and came to my room, with a broom in her hand. I was sitting on a mat and rubbing oil on my chest and legs. Due to rubbing, my muscular body was shining with oil. Katrina was giving me usual lusty glances.



I started talking with her and cracked some jokes. Then I took first step and asked her,

" Katrina! I can't reach my back and unable to rub oil on back. If you are free, can you rub my back a bit?"

Katrina surprisingly looked towards me as it was the first time; I had asked her to rub oil on me. She hesitated bit and then smilingly spoke,

"Papa Ji! Why not? I am just coming to you. I am free and will rub oil on you properly."

There was a spark and tinkle in her eyes, when she spoke "rub oil on you properly". It was double meaning, but I kept silent.

Katrina kept the broom on one side and came to me. I gave her the oil bottle and asked her to rub oil on my muscular back. She was wearing a nice silky sari. She hesitated a bit and said,



"Papa Ji! I am wearing a sari and it may get dirty with oil, so better I remove the expensive silky sari and come back". Saying this Katrina went to her room.

When she came back, I dropped my jaw. She was wearing only thin petticoat and blouse. Her chubby and plump body was bulging out completely in her attire.

Her boobs were swaying while walking to me and my eyes were glued to them. Looking me watching her plump body, Katrina smiled and taking oil bottle from me, sat near my back and pouring some oil on her palm she started rubbing on my manly back.



She was sitting near me and rubbing oil with both hands. So when she was moving her hands on back, with the swaying of body, her boobs, which were confined in her loose bra and blouse, were also swaying sideways and I was sitting enjoying her.

A fine odor was coming from her. Perhaps while changing the clothes, she had used some perfume also.

Katrina was rubbing oil and I was secretly watching her body, as she was sitting so close to me for the first time. I was enjoying being so near to her. Her hands were doing miracles to me and it all was so soothing.

I lovingly spoke to her,

"Katrina! Your hands are magical. It is for the first time that my back is rubbed, as your mother in law always goes to temple in morning and there is no one to rub my back. Thank you. All my body pains are gone with your touch. You are doing it perfectly."

Katrina was happy to hear it. She smiled and opened up with me and said,

"Papa Ji! I am a part of family. Why did you never asked me to rub oil on you. There is no need to hesitate. In future also whenever you need me to apply oil on you, just ask me."

I smiled and thanked her. Katrina was also feeling happy for ice between us being broken. She also smiled and asked me,

"Papa Ji! Your back is done. Do you want me to rub oil on you anywhere else? Because, then, I have to do, some other chores."



I was enjoying her company and wanted her to stay with me, but where could I ask her to apply oil now? So I was thinking what to say?

Katrina found me hesitating, so she spoke hastily (perhaps she also wanted to stay near to me and my almost naked body and feared that I may not ask her to go),

"Papa Ji! It is difficult to massage yourself by own. You lie down and I will rub oil and massage your arms and legs etc."

I was happy but still hesitating as I was wearing only a small underwear and to my horror my cock has started raising its head, as I was getting hot for being so near to her, and there was no way to hide my erection.

Perhaps Katrina was getting hornier and thought that I may not refuse her, so before that I may say anything, she put her hands on my shoulders and putting some pressure and lying me down on mat, said,

"Oh Papa Ji! Don't think so much. Just lie down and I will massage you with oil."

Saying this she put me down on mat and took oil bottle. I thought that if she is not hesitating that why should I? And I kept silent.

Katrina sat very near to my waist. I was laying bare chest. Her feminine body odor was making me hornier. She put some oil on her hands and started rubbing on my arms.

Within 2 minutes she finished arms and again put oil on hands and slid her body near to my knees and put her hands on my calves.

As soon as her hands touched my legs, I felt like an electric shot. My body twitched and also twitched my cock under my underwear.

Katrina was keeping her eyes on my legs and rubbing from calves to knees. She was wearing only a petticoat blouse and I could see the outlines of her panty and bra beneath it.

I knew that we both are horny and getting hot. Katrina knew that my eyes are glued to her body, so she kept her gaze on my legs only, perhaps to give me uninterrupted chance to watch her sexy body from so near.



I was getting horny with every passing minute. My cock was getting hard now. Katrina also noticed my cock getting hard. She smiled and putting some more oil on her hands, she started rubbing my thighs.

As soon as her hands touched my thighs, I jumped and my cock twitched in excitement. It started pulsating and throbbing.

Katrina also noticed my hardening cock as it was raising the material of underwear up. She was also getting hot and her breathing quickened. She put both her hands on my both thighs and giving pressure on her palms started moving her hands upward.

Now her hands were dangerously nearing the joint of my legs. Her eyes were glued on my hardening cock and my eyes on her boobs. She kept moving her hand up and my cock kept hardening and erect cock made a tent in my underwear.

As I was wearing loose underwear, so as my big and muscular cock hardened, it raised the cloth of underwear up and it being loose on thighs, now the base of my cock was visible to her from the sides of the underwear.

Katrina gave a sigh and keeping her thumbs inside of my thighs brought them so up that they touched the underwear. A slight moan came from my mouth. Her thumbs were caressing and rubbing the base of my cock now. Though she was not touching my erect cock, but her hands were doing more than that to me.



Katrina turned her face toward my waist and was shamelessly watching the cock (almost half of cock was visible to her from the sides of my loose underwear). She kept moving her thumbs upward and ultimately they touched the base of my cock, from under the tented cloth of underwear.