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Adultery My JOURNEY of being a NYMPHOMANIAC
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Well, to start off let me share a little about myself. I am a '. girl - 24 years of age and work in a multinational firm. I lost my father at a young age and being the eldest I had to support my family. My mother used to be a teacher at a government college but she took voluntary retirement after she was unable to work. I was in my first year in college - 16 years of age, when she had to stop working due to heart problems. I have a little brother and two sisters. The elder of the two is 21 while the other is 19. My younger brother is 15. He is still in college. Both my sisters are in college and I am the only earning member of my family. No one in my family knows about my other life - the life I started when I was in college - in my first year.

I still remember that day. It was Sunday, close to 8 years ago. It was winter. I had gone for a night show of Band Baaja Baaraat. All my friends had watched the movie but I hadn't. And I wanted to. My mother retired during diwali that year and we were already struggling with running the house. Also, my college fees and college fees of my siblings made life difficult for us. We cut down on all expenses and watching a movie in the theatres was definitely a luxury we could not afford. But in college all my friends had watched it. I always made excuses but I wanted to watch it. It was supposed to be good. And somehow I figured a way to watch it.

Shyam sir was a 63 year old widower who taught history at my college. He was fat and ugly. Also he was known as bhaloo. No points for guessing why - he was covered in extensive hair from head to toe. His son was Kabir, who worked at the library and was useless at everything. Kabir was ugly & hairy as well. In college there was a running rumour that Shyam Sir and Kabir fucked each other (father -son incest story) coz they would never get to fuck anyone else. But well that was about to change.

Now there was an important part of my life that I should have mentioned at the start. Ever since losing my pa, I started putting my thoughts in a diary. I wrote poems, stories of how I felt or how my day went - you can say everything. And in those days, ever since ma retired I was having outbursts - angry outbursts. I was angry at not having enough money, not having my pa with me, and having to deal with it all as ma worked and tended to the family. Maybe ma was not wrong. She had expected me to be mature, but there I was - rebelling at every point. My puberty got the worse of me. Also, I never had a boyfriend till then. Ma always asked us to stay away from boys and I guess I was angry at her for that as well. And all of that was in my diary.

Now getting back to the time in December - to my story that I am writing here. To the intelligent readers - well they must have already guessed where this is headed. Either Shyam or Kabir find my diary - they blackmail me - I give in and they have the time of their life. Well it sort of happened that way, there is no point in trying to hide that. But there is more to that story.

Now if you remember I wanted to watch a movie - watch it so bad in the theatres that I fought with ma for money but at the end could do nothing about it. We did not even have money in the house for me to steal and watch. No phones or laptops to watch a pirated version too. So there I was Friday evening, all alone in a corner of the library weeping away at my sorry state. After spending some time hiding in the library from friends who were going out that night, I wiped off my tears and walked out. It was almost 5. As I was passing by the counter I heard Kabir call me.

'Lamiya'

I turned around to face the loser. 'What?' I replied.

'You okay?'

'Yes?'

'No I just thought that I heard you cry'

I stood there for minute. 'I did cry..yes...but what the fuck does it matter to you?'

'I am sorry' he said, 'I was simply asking. You don't have to be rude if you don't want to answer.'

'I am sorry' I said. 'Just things going around. You are closing the library now?

'Uhm yes. You were the only person in here. Plus it is the weekend.'

'Oh yeah...The weekend.' I replied.

'So what's your plan for the weekend?' he asked.

'Going to the movies...I guess,' I lied.

'Oh nice...me too...BBB?'

'Sorry?'

'Band baaja baaraat? You are going for that right?' he asked.

I paused. Maybe I could use this loser to get what I want - I thought to myself. 'Yeah' I replied. 'But I have no one to go with.'

'I can come with you.' Kabir quickly jumped at the opportunity.

'Sure, but I haven't done the tickets'

'I have done them. Sunday night show.'

'Okay. cool' I grinned.

'But I was supposed to go with my father'

'Shyam Sir?'

'It is okay - I will tell him.'

'You can call him know and ask.' 

'Yes I will do that' and he pulled out his nokia and walked to the corner to speak on the phone. I waited patiently for a few minutes as he spoke, stealing glances at me as he spoke on the phone. Once done, he walked up to me and asked - 'Won't your ma object to your coming out so late in the night?'

Oh shit...I hadn't thought about that. 'hmmmm', I replied sounding dejected. 'You are right' 

'No no....you tell them that you have history tuitions..I mean extra classes and you come to the theatre at 9pm.'

'okay, and then?'

'Papa will call and say that you are attending a group session at his house. Simple. You can simply stay over and go to college the next morning.'

That wasn't a bad idea. I thought. 'Okay Kabira...thanks...see you in a day' I replied and left for home.

Saturday and Sunday flew by in a moment and I was ready for the movie at 7 pm. I lied to ma about the extra classes and Shyam Sir called and covered it up. By 9 I was at the theatres and found Kabir waiting for me. The fact that I found him disgusting was one thing and that I was fooling him into helping me watch a movie I so badly wanted to was another. The poor guy also bought me Pepsi and popcorn. Once done, I sat behind him on the bike as he rode us both home. The December chill tore through my skin and in 30 odd minutes I was in front of the college staff quarters - Shyam Sir and Kabir's heavenly abode. Shyam Sir opened the door and let us in. He smiled and asked me about ma, my grades, my prep for the upcoming exams etc. etc. He sensed that I was so cold that he got me hot tea and sweet coconut biscuits. I had them at one go. He then directed me to the guest bedroom where I could rest for the night. It was funny to see that Kabir was a obedient boy in front of his father and followed him wherever he went. He even followed me and his father when his father showed me the room.

I smiled at Kabir and said, 'Kabir, I think I will get some sleep now. Thanks'

'Okay' he said but did not move. Nor did Shyam Sir.

'Sir I gotta sleep too.' I said and looked at them. They were staring back at me in a weird way.

'Are you feeling fine beta?' Shyam Sir asked.

 'Yes Sir..Why do you ask?'

'Well, we think you may need some help.' he replied.

'Help? Sir I am fi..' I did not finish as my body felt weak and I sat on the bed. 'Sir...sir.....what is....hape...nn...ining to me...'

'Well Kabir got me a few ruffies to try out and I thought why not try it out with his date.' he said as I could see him pull his shirt upwards and take it off. 'Just a dose dear - not harmful. JUST ENOUGH to keep you awake and aware.'

'ka...b..irrr.' I replied.

'You will have difficulty to speak for sure....but you will hear right beta.' he continued now taking his pyjamas off. As I struggled to sit upright and resist, I could not do so. My mind and body lacked co-ordination.

'Kabir...yaha kya kar raha hain beta, help the young girl get comfortable. Its so hot in here na. She is sweating see... go make her feel better'

Kabir walked towards me as I fell to the bed. I was blinking furiously. I wanted to move but I could not. I wanted to scream, but I could not. And in front of me stood Shyam Sir - in full glory of his manhood. I could not make his dick out in the blanket of hair, but I knew for sure that I was done for. I wanted to reach for my phone, call for help...but I could not. Many thoughts came to mind but I could not focus. But I could feel Kabir taking off my shoes, my socks, my jeans and then turning me around to face him. As I looked at him in bewilderment, unable to do or say anything, I could see that he reached for my jacket, pulled my hands out and took it off. He then made me sit upright and held my hands upwards as I could feel a pair of heavy hands touch me at my waist. Shyam Sir decided to remove my upper body wear. And as he did, he waisted no time. My sweater, salwar and the warmer tee were taken off at once. In fact, my bra was also pushed upwards revealing my right bottom boob.

'Her panty and bra mismatch' Shyam Sir told Kabir. 'Dekh kya raha hain, apne kapde utar.' Kabir then let go off my hands and I fell backwards only to be held by Shyam Sir's big hairy hands. In seconds he hugged me tight from behind wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me backwards into his bare chest. His dense chest hair rubbed against my back.

'Jaldi Panty nikal...' Shyam Sir instructed Kabir as his hands were over my stomach feeling me around my waist and tummy and pulling my skin with his arms. 'Your body is gifted at the right places' he said as he felt me over and pushed his hands into my bra. He squeezed my nipples hard and pressed my boobs harder with his bare strong hands. I could feel his smelly breath around me as he licked my neck from behind pulling me harder into him as Kabir rolled down my panty.

'You don't like to wax dear?' Shyam sir asked continuing to feel my body. I felt disgusted and helpless at the same time. But I could not do anything.

'She hasn't waxed her legs and she has thick pubes and underarm hair. And can you see a thin line of hair from her belly button to her pubes. See that son?' Shyam Sir was telling Kabir, touching me at all places where I had some body hair.

'papa yes', replied Kabir

'so what you see in TV is fake. All actresses have hair...I told you so....your this college hot desi maal has it...see...all these actresses...they just remove it...But papa likes it this way....well rounded desi '. girl with the right amount of hair...perfect....and ya Kabir......get the camera...quick...'

I dreaded what I heard. I tried to push away but neither did I find the strength nor the will. Shyam sir now turned me towards him and pulled my face into his kissing my lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth. The taste of tobacco/khaini filled my mouth as his huge tongue licked the inside of my mouth.

Kabir came back in a jiffy. And as he did, Shyam sir laid me down on the bed and turned me around. I could feel him big hands try to take my bra off but his excitement got the better of him and he could not do it even the second time. He then asked Kabir to do it and Kabir took it off in a second. I was then turned to face upwards as I lay naked on the bed. I could feel that the father son duo spread my legs, lift my legs and started to click videos/photos of my body. I could do nothing but stare into the empty ceiling. Shyam sir was rubbing his hands on my vagina and explaining something to Kabir that I could not remember. After 5 mins - which seemed like a lifetime to me, I could feel something wet down there. My legs were pushed upwards and spread and something wet was around my vagina. In seconds, I saw Shyam Sir's hairy balls and that bastard put those right on my face and rubbed them up and down my face. The stench of his balls nearly killed me. I wanted to puke but I guess there wasn't much strength to do that either. I figured Kabir was rolling his tongue in my pussy. I could not sense anything. I tried to move my hands to stop the two of them but could not. I just gagged in the stench of Shyam Sir's smelly balls.

'Her pussy is mine. I get her virginity,' Shyam Sir shouted and pushed Kabir away. 

In seconds I felt something inside me through my vagina but I could not say what it was. A searing pain tore through my abdomen as I moved a little of my leg upwards in an attempt to release the pain. The pain of penetration perhaps jolted my body to its senses in some capacity. The fact that I could move something emboldened me. I could feel my fingers again.

'Aahhah,' I signed. I never had anything in vagina before. It is the first time I felt anything inside me. While it did hurt, it also felt funny. It was like Shyam sir had put his dick in me but his dick was moving on his own. It was then I realised that Shyam Sir was fingering me. His fat index finger entered my pussy and he was moving it round and round. It wasn't in too deep inside, but I could feel it in. He kept rubbing his finger inside me for a good few minutes - not too deep inside but still - it was inside.

'Put it in your mouth,' Kabir ordered me. He did figure out that I could move my hands and legs a little. 'Put it in bitch' he shouted.

'Love son, love. Treat her with respect. Calling her a bitch won't help. Call her by her name.' Shyam Sir instructed Kabir.

'Ok Papa. Lamiya lick my dick'

I did not want to nor did I had the energy to do so. The fingering down there was already bothering me so much. I tried gripping Shyam Sir's hands around my vagina and push him away, but all that I could do was rub my hands over his as he continued to explore the insides of my vagina with his thick finger. I also kept my mouth closed tight. Did not want any of the dicks in my mouth. Kabir started slapping his dick on my cheeks. The juices flowing from the tip stuck to my cheeks as he kept slapping it. His dick was much bigger than his fathers.

'Papa she is not being obedient.'

'Ok wait' Shyam Sir directed Kabir as pulled his finger out of my vagina. I waited and then slowly looked downwards. I realised that this was it. I was losing my virginity to a big fat ugly brute. Ma was always right. Never mix with boys she reminded me. But I did not listen. What harm would a loser father son do to me I thought. But I was so wrong. Mixed emotions engulfed me. I regretted my decision for the movie and everything that followed. I regretted everything. And it was then that the fucking fat bastard put it in. He was initially rubbing the tip of his exposed head against the skin of my vagina. He wasn't circumcised. I saw him pull his skin inwards exposing his dark dick head which was wet with his juice. He held my left leg upwards with his left hand and holding his pulled down cock with his right, he pushed his penis in into my vagina with a vicious thrust. 

'AAAAAHHHHHHHHH' I screamed as I closed my eyes in the searing pain that swept over my body and turned my heads upwards unable to bear the pain. My both hands gripped the blanket and a pillow to my sides as I held them tight and pulled them. It was so painful.

'Now son' I could here Shyam Sir tell Kabir.

Kabir reached out for my screaming mouth and without any warning gripped my open mouth with his right hand and pushed strongly with his thumb and index finger. As my mouth was open, Kabir pushed his dick in WHOLE into my mouth gagging me in an instant. His dick was thick...very thick. I moved my right hand upwards towards Kabir's waist and tried to push him away, but I had n strength to do so. 

"Ahhhhh...Yessss....Fucking whore is a virgin Kabir.... see this..' said Shyam sir showing my virginity blood on his palm as he kept thrusting his dick inside me.

'I told you so papa.'

'Man she is so tight,' Shyam Sir said and rubbed the blood on my tummy.

At one end Shyam sir was pushing his cock into me as I lay bleeding and on the other I was swallowing all of Kabir's dick in my mouth. At that point in time, I did not know which was worse.

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