25-10-2021, 11:28 AM
On Friday afternoon Manasi looked out her front window as an old beat-up Maruti Alto pulled into her driveway. Out of the car stepped Javed, Dilnawaz, Salim, and Laila.
"Look at these homes!" shouted Dilnawaz.
"So, this how the other half lives," Salim added while admiring the surroundings.
Manasi saw Vidya, the old widow who lived across the street staring slack jawed at Manasi's visitors. Manasi opened her door and called them to come inside quickly.
"You think that old grandma across the street got her panties all twisted up in a knot?" Javed wanted to know.
"She's harmless," Manasi reassured him.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? You been holding out on us, kutiya. We should've been partying here the whole time," Javed instantly concluded as he surveyed her upper middle-class residence.
"Then we've got to make up for lost time," Dilnawaz cut in.
Javed's hands reached around Manasi from behind, pulling up her shirt.
"I thought you were supposed to be dressed like a Randi for us," Javed observed.
"I didn't expect to be dressed once you got here. Didn't think it'd make a difference," Manasi replied cheekily.
"Now you're talking," Salim piped in.
Within seconds Manasi was stripped naked in her own living room.
"How come it's always 2 of you guys giving her attention, and then I get like the leftovers," complained Laila.
"Salim, why don't you entertain our host while Dilnawaz and I give Laila here some, ahem, attention."
Soon, Manasi was lying down on the couch while Salim fucked her. Manasi looked down, marveling at the sight of Salim's massive hulk hovering over her and his cock disappearing into her slit. Across the room, Laila was on her hands and knees being spit roasted by Javed and Dilnawaz.
As Manasi felt her wetness drip below and form a wet spot on the cushion underneath, she wondered how messy her house would become after this weekend. If her daughter could already smell the sex on her body before, how much clean up and scrubbing would she have to do to keep her daughter from smelling the dank odor of sex after this weekend. But that would be a problem to worry about later. Right now, Manasi closed her eyes and wrapped her arms and legs around the large Landya currently fucking her. She pulled her crotch upward toward him, driving his cock as deeply as possible into her fuck hole. Her pussy was so sensitive, she quickly climaxed in a breathless whirlwind of lustful screams and fingernails digging into Salim's back.
As she recovered, Salim pulled out and offered his cock to her lips to finish him off, and she obliged. As the taste of her own pussy juices hit her tongue, she passionately slurped on his cock until he came, letting him shoot his load into the back of her throat. She brushed the back of her hand across her lips to wipe off the excess cum string as Dilnawaz came over to take the next turn on her body.
"Salim used your mouth. I'm a use your choot," Dilnawaz informed Manasi.
Manasi was still breathing hard as he walked over to where she lay lazily spread out on the couch. Dilnawaz rolled her over, and she fell on her knees on the floor as she laid her chest back on the couch. Dilnawaz's fat fingers reached from behind and fingered her slit, roughly probing her.
Then she felt Dilnawaz's cock entering her, slowly one inch at a time. She thought several times he was maxed out, but he kept penetrating deeper and deeper into her cunt until she finally felt his balls touch against her sex. Then Dilnawaz grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her head back as he started to fuck her. Manasi felt his cock racing back and forth through her opening, each time he thrust into her quickly turning her back on. She was at Dilnawaz's mercy, and she spread her legs wider to let him drive even deeper into her body.
No pretense of modesty or decorum remained for Manasi. She had been reduced to a fuck toy. She was in her own house, but she surrendered all control to her visitors. Dilnawaz slapped her ass, and it sent shivers down her spine. He pulled harder on her hair, and she elicited a deep moan.
"Fuck me. Use me. Make me cum," Manasi called out.
Dilnawaz's cock kept ramming her, his long '. shaft disappearing into the sheath of her pussy. He ran his free hand down her back, and she shuddered. Then he reached around and played with her titties, letting them bob in his hands as they bounced around.
Manasi was quickly losing control, another orgasm consuming her body. She loved the feel of cumming, all the energy coursing through her body, her pussy all tingly, and the rush it brought her. She abandoned any attempt at suppressing her orgasms now, and she was vocal, moaning and screaming with every thrust of Dilnawaz's cock, urging her own orgasm to form. She soon came, her legs straightening out as her pussy exploded in pleasure. Her own wetness was everywhere, the evidence of her arousal spreading all over as if she was marking her territory.
Dilnawaz kept pounding her, his balls slamming into her pussy with every thrust until he also came, shooting loads of cum deep into her pussy. Manasi turned around to face him as he finally released her hair.
"That's my kutiya," Dilnawaz winked at her as he finally pulled out.
Manasi collapsed into a heap on the floor, her body exhausted from all the rounds of fucking but exhilarated from the orgasm still reverberating through her body.
Next up was Javed to take a turn on Manasi. Laila, Dilnawaz, and Salim all sat to the side to take a break and just watch.
Already drained, Manasi questioned if she could even go one more round, but Javed was already positioning her. Soon she realized his target.
"I told you I was saving your ass for a special occasion," Javed informed her. "Besides, Salim and Dilnawaz already done used your other holes. Time to break you in, Randi."
Manasi's mind instantly recovered from her daze, and she turned around with pleading eyes. She'd never been fucked in the ass by her previous lovers, let alone by someone with Javed's girth. She could barely take him in her pussy. She couldn't imagine her ass accommodating his manhood.
Javed saw her concerned face. "Don't worry. I'll work it in gentle," he laughed.
Manasi winced. Javed didn't have a gentle bone in his body, but she caught sight of a tube of petroleum jelly in his hand.
"Swiped it while looking around earlier. Knew it would come in handy," he winked.
Manasi looked over as the peanut gallery watched in amusement as Javed touched the tip of his cock against her virgin hole. She felt her hole pucker in a defensive response.
"Just relax, Randi," he instructed her," and it'll go a lot easier."
Manasi closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths to relax but still expected the worst. Then Javed penetrated an inch into her asshole, and she screamed like a banshee. Her ass felt like it was getting torn apart, and her onlookers were besides themselves in amusement, reveling in her predicament. She saw Salim had his phone out, recording her first anal experience.
And then Javed pulled back out for a second before he slowly worked himself back in, this time another inch deeper. Her ass still felt like it was getting ripped apart, but the pain wasn't as sharp as the first time. Javed repeated this action, inching his way deeper and deeper into her until she took in the entire length of his shaft. Manasi felt her asshole reflexively clamping down on his cock.
"There, there, it wasn't so bad was it," Javed consoled her.
"Easy for you to say," Manasi retorted. "You ever had a monster cock shoved up your ass?"
Javed gave a belly laugh. "I ain't a kutiya like you," he answered. "That's why you my kutiya. Cause I got my cock stuffed in your ass."
And then he started ass fucking her. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Soon, he was pounding her so hard, his pelvis was loudly slapping against her ass cheeks. Manasi let out a guttural scream that was equal parts pleasure and pain.
She knew her onlookers were talking about her, but their voices sounded far off. Her whole body and attention were focused on the hard cock repeatedly ramming her, sending shockwaves up and down her spine.
Manasi was in heaven. She felt free in a way she never had before. Free from the proper and respectable lady she was expected to be. Free from the societal view that she was too old and didn't have the right figure to attract a young lover. Free from the prejudices growing up that told her to avoid '. people. Instead, she was free to be as freaky as she desired. Free to take on any lover she pleased.
Manasi lifted her head, and Dilnawaz's cock was dangling in front of her. She opened her mouth to take him in as Javed continued to ram her from behind.
The rhythm of Javed fucking her naturally pulled her back and forth on Dilnawaz's cock. She closed her eyes to focus on the two massive cocks stuffed inside her.
Then a scream pierced through the house, immediately drawing her out of her cock drunken stupor.
"Mom!"
Ankita? Manasi opened her eyes to the sight of her daughter standing in the entryway, right as Javed exploded inside her ass and Dilnawaz simultaneously came in her mouth.
"What are you doing? Who are these people?" Ankita was screaming her head off.
Manasi felt the cocks pull out of her ass and mouth. She could only imagine how horrifying the sight of her naked mother getting spit roasted by two big '. cocks must be for her daughter.
To her left, Salim and Laila looked like they were trying to keep from bursting into laughter. To her side, Javed and Dilnawaz looked indifferent to the new visitor.
"Mom, I try to go out of town for one weekend, and you have an orgy in your house. Why is everyone naked? Don't you all have any decency?"
Manasi wiped the cum from her lips
"Wait. I know you," called Laila.
Everyone turned to look at Laila and then turned back to Ankita. After a second, Ankita's face seemed to process recognition, and her eyes widened in fear.
"Yeah, yeah. She used to hang with them Patel twins," Laila continued. "We partied a couple of times senior year. I remember finger fucking her one time. Fuck yeah. I remember her now. Like mother, like daughter. A Randi."
A look of horror quickly overtook Ankita's face. Manasi looked on in confusion, trying to understand this new revelation. Manasi remembered the Patel twins. Her daughter was best friends with them until they went out of state for college after high college.
Still naked, Laila got up and made her way across the room to where Ankita stood seemingly paralyzed.
"No, no, no. I don't know you. I don't know what you're talking about," Ankita tried to protest.
"Such a pity. Are you sure you don't remember?" Laila teased as she came up behind Ankita and slipped a hand inside the waistband of her pants.
"You don't remember my fingers on your pussy like so?" Laila asked.
Ankita was trying to put on a brave face, but Manasi saw her daughter's body betraying her. Her hips started slowly moving in response to Laila's hand visibly bulging from her crotch, clearly fingering her pussy. Ankita's eyes locked into her mother's in a gaze filled with fear and shame.
"Does your mama know you're a Randi just like her?" Laila asked.
Ankita was silent.
"You ever catch your mom having sex before?" Laila inquired.
Laila turned to Manasi. "She ever walk in on you getting fucked before?"
Manasi shook her head, mesmerized at the sight of her daughter submitting to Laila. Her matronly instincts told her she should stop the sex act and protect her daughter's modesty, but her eyes saw her daughter clearly starting to enjoy the fingering.
"Seems you act so shocked seeing your mom with a lund in her mouth and ass, but I remember you getting passed around at that party senior year when we were all 18," Laila kept up the verbal assault. "Why you act like it's a bad thing? You were an adult, weren't you? Free to do as you want. Free to fuck as you please. Is enjoying sex so wrong? Cause I remember you enjoyed that night. And I can tell you're enjoying right now as much as you're leaking all over my fingers like you're watering a garden."
Laila's other hand was raising Ankita's loose top off and revealing her C cup bra. Laila then deftly undid Ankita's bra hook, and Ankita's titties burst free. Manasi's never realized how nice her daughter's breasts looked, still young and firm, as opposed to her titties that had started to sag.
Salim came up behind Manasi. "Maybe we can have a little contest. See who comes first."
He guided Manasi down onto the floor and then onto her hands and knees. She felt his rough fingers reach under to her slit.
"Damn, did you get wet watching your daughter get finger fucked?" he accused her.
Manasi wanted to plead the fifth, but she saw the look of disbelief and disappointment that Ankita shot her.
Soon Salim's hard cock was inserted into her, and he fucked her doggy style.
Ankita quickly abandoned her inhibitions and lowered her yoga pants. Laila's hand was stuffed inside her panties and expertly fingering Ankita's pussy while Laila's other hand fondled her titties.
"Look how wet her panties are. Damn, she's dripping. That kutiya is horny," Laila teased. A huge wet spot was visible on Ankita's panties, and Manasi saw her daughter's wetness running down her legs.
By this point, Ankita was bent over, grabbing onto a small console table in front of her to brace herself. Ankita and Manasi eyed each other, simultaneously embarrassed and turned on at the sight of the other getting fucked.
"What a special mother-daughter moment," chuckled Javed.
"A Kodak moment," added Dilnawaz, as he snapped some cell phone pictures.
Ankita came first in a screaming orgasm, her body cratering into crumpled mass, completely submitting to her orgasm in front of the on-lookers. Her body still visibly shaking, Laila finally pulled her hand out and gave Ankita's ass a hard slap. Ankita raised her head back up, a look of resignation written on her face.
"Lick off my fingers, kutiya," Laila ordered, putting her wet hand right before Ankita. Ankita opened her mouth and accepted the other woman's finger into her mouth, slowly licking her fingers clean one by one.
"That's your own pussy you're tasting right there," Laila informed Ankita. "You got your juices all over my hand. I don't want that stuff all dried up, and then my hand smell like your stank pussy. You need to clean that shit off."
By this point, Manasi was still on all fours and close to cumming, too. Salim was ramming his rod hard into her, causing her tits to swing freely back and forth. She hung her head down as the orgasm welled up inside and Salim started slapping her ass. As she came, her arms gave out and her head dropped to the floor. Salim kept pounding her as she crested, keeping up a hard, steady rhythm until he came a minute later.
After folks had a minute to recover, Salim spoke up. "I'm hungry!"
"Help yourselves," Manasi mumbled.
"Don't mind if we do," Dilnawaz answered for all the visitors.
Manasi and Ankita remained in the living room while everyone else trudged over to the kitchen. The mother and daughter eyed each other warily.
"I thought you were gone for the weekend," Manasi said, finally breaking the silence.
"I figured out Rahul's been cheating on me," Ankita replied, looking down. "I found texts on his phone while we were driving. It was awful. We had a huge fight. I broke up with him, and we drove back. I came here because I needed someone to talk to about it all."
"I'm sorry." Manasi was unsure what else to say.
They heard the din and laughter of their tormentors in the kitchen as they raided the fridge and pantry.
"Are you sleeping with all of them?" Ankita asked.
Manasi nodded her head.
"How did this happen? You can't find someone your own age?"
Manasi sighed. "No. I'd given up on long term relationships, but I met Javed in the park on my jogs, and one thing just seemed to lead to another. The next thing I knew, they were all taking turns on me. Besides, you seemed to surrender yourself to them pretty easily, too."
"But they're my age," Ankita complained.
"I know," Manasi answered, instantly regretting her last point. "But they made me feel young and desirable. I've been feeling old lately, and it's nice to know I can still turn on a younger man."
Ankita looked at her mother skeptically with eyebrows raised. "Are you sure it's not just that they're horndogs willing to sleep with any woman that spreads her legs for them?"
Manasi blushed. "You may be right," she conceded, "but I know I've had more orgasms in the past two weeks than my first 44 years on this earth combined."
"Ew, mom. It's still gross to think of you as having a sex life."
Manasi laughed. "And what about you? You seem to have your own history with them."
"Don't go judging me" Ankita retorted indignantly. "Seeing what they were doing to you when I walked in, I know for a fact I haven't done anything you haven't also done."
"Look at us," Manasi sighed. "Mother and daughter sitting around naked talking over our sex lives, about to be fucked by a group of young '. men."
Ankita laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. "If I didn't know better, I think you got turned on watching me get fingered to orgasm in front of you," she told her mother.
Manasi ignored her daughter's remark. "Did you enjoy what Laila did to you?"
Ankita shook her head in confusion. "I didn't want to like it. Laila is kind of a bully, and she scares me. That first time back in high college, word made its way back to college what happened at the party, and I was humiliated. So many folks knew about it, and everyone teased me about it. Guys thought I was easy, and I hated how everyone thought I was a Randi. That's why I got in fights and my grades slacked off. But what hurt was that I knew, deep down, I wanted to be a Randi. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that night. Or that I didn't enjoy getting fingered here tonight."
"Have you slept with all of them in the kitchen before tonight?" Manasi asked.
"I don't know. Honestly, I was drunk and don't remember who was who. I remember Laila fingered me to an orgasm in the middle of the living room in front of the whole party. After that, it was all a blur, but I know I slept with at least 5 to 6 guys that night."
Just then all the houseguests emerged back in the living room in a loud ruckus.
"Looks like your daughter will be joining our little den of depravity," said Javed as he came over to Ankita and ran his hand over her backside. "I remember that night now a few years back. We ran a train on you. Had no clue you all was related, though. Looks like '. cock addiction runs in the family. Don't you worry, though," he grinned, "you both gonna get your fix here shortly."
"Hold on, hold on," interrupted Laila. "Another kutiya intruding on my territory. I'm already sharing your cocks with mommy over here. I'm gonna need something extra before she gets any lund."
"What you saying?" Javed inquired.
"She needs to earn it like Mommy did. That's what I'm saying. Get over here, kutiya, and eat my pussy!" she fiercely commanded.
Javed laughed while looking at Ankita. "You heard the woman. You'd better go take care of business."
Laila was still naked and standing in the middle of the living room. Her stern commands triggered Ankita's submissive side, and Ankita obediently crawled over to her. Ankita never considered herself a lesbian or bisexual, but Laila's pussy looked strangely tempting in that moment.
"Mama, your daughter looks a little nervous. Why don't you go over and set her at ease?" Laila barked at Manasi.
Like her daughter, Manasi's submissive side acceded to Laila's order, and she crawled over next to her daughter, unsure what to do next.
"I said eat my pussy, kutiya," Laila commanded, clearly losing patience with Ankita. "It's right here, waiting to be licked." She grabbed Ankita by the hair and guided her face to its destination. "And mama. We already know how much your daughter likes being fingered. Maybe you can do that to help her feel more at ease."
Ankita and Manasi exchanged a quick glance before Ankita's face was buried in Laila's bush. Ankita reached up to spread Laila's pussy lips, revealing the pink flesh beneath, and then she started working on her. At the same time, she felt fingers running along her slit, the touch sending small jolts of electricity through her body. Her own mother was rubbing her pussy.
As Ankita continued to lick Laila, she tasted moistness on her tormentor's mound and another strange taste. After a few seconds, she realized it was male cum, most likely remnants from before Ankita arrived. At the same time, she felt her mother's finger slip inside. Fuck, my mother is good, thought Ankita. I'm liable to cum before Laila.
"Maybe your daughter would enjoy the same pleasure she's giving me," Laila called out to Manasi.
As Ankita continued eating Laila's cunt, she suddenly felt her mother's tongue playing with her own pussy.
"Ain't this a beautiful mother-daughter moment, if ever there was one," laughed Laila.
To the side, Javed, Dilnawaz, and Salim were transfixed on the vision before their eyes. Dilnawaz had his phone out, recording the event for the historical record.
Ankita was fearful of punishment if she came before Laila, but her mother was playing her pussy like a fiddle, so she tried to suppress her urges. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of licking Laila's mound, Laila's breathing slowed down, and she started grinding her crotch into Ankita's face. But Ankita kept steady pressure on her tormentor's pussy with her tongue, lapping away and expertly guiding Laila to a knee wobbling orgasm.
Almost immediately after, Ankita's own urges pulsed through, and she succumbed to her own intense orgasm, screaming in pleasure at the realization that her own mother had gotten her off.
While Ankita was recovering, Laila commented, "You did alright, kutiya. Look at your mama's face. Covered in your pussy wetness."
Manasi smiled sheepishly. She had gotten carried away while pleasuring her own daughter, but Ankita seemed to enjoy it. At least she hoped her daughter didn't think any less of her now.
"Come on boys. We've got three horny women right here. Back to work," ordered Javed, and each took a woman and proceeded to fuck her.
The rest of the weekend continued as a long, booze-fueled orgy-fest. Manasi lost count early on how many times she was taken. It seemed like an endless supply of cocks stuffed in every orifice. After Javed initiated her to anal sex, Dilnawaz and Salim took turns penetrating her ass. Then they all did the same thing to Ankita. By Sunday, both mother and daughter were limping around the house, their legs and asses sore from getting fucked countless times.
Manasi's house itself was trashed over the long weekend. Manasi had to work Monday morning, and her visitors stumbled out of her house and took off in their banged-up car late on Sunday night. Manasi surveyed the wreckage left behind. Ankita was passed out on the sofa, there was trash littered everywhere, and dried up sticky cum stains splattered on couches, beds, and carpets. The whole house just reeked of sex.
Come Monday morning, Manasi showered and then she stood again in her bra and panties, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her 44-year-old body in dismay at the 30 pounds of extra weight she carried on her 5'4" frame. If she was being kind, she'd describe herself as buxom. If she was being honest, though, she'd describe herself as chubby.
But this time, she came to some different conclusions. Her 44-year-old body might not compare to herself from 20 years ago, but she was still good enough to reel in a trio of young '. lovers who seemingly couldn't get enough of her. She saw a glow and felt self-confidence she hadn't felt in a long time showing in her reflection.
Then, Manasi got dressed and fixed herself up to be presentable for work. She stepped out the door with an extra bounce in her step and went back to the office as the respectable boring office manager that no one suspected to be an orgy loving '. cock Randi at home.
EPILOGUE
Manasi and Ankita continued their orgies with Javed and company for the next few weeks. Ankita's boyfriend, Rahul, begged for forgiveness, but Ankita was soured on love and didn't want to take back a cheater. She was content to skip romance and opt for no strings attached sex as revenge against her ex, and now she had other lovers who could satisfy her better than Rahul ever could.
It was a little over a month later when both women realized they missed their periods. Nervously, Manasi and Ankita took pregnancy tests and learned that both were expecting. They continued the orgies through their pregnancies, their pregnant hormones fueling an almost insatiable demand for sexual gratification that Javed, Dilnawaz, and Salim were only too happy to fulfill.
END
"Look at these homes!" shouted Dilnawaz.
"So, this how the other half lives," Salim added while admiring the surroundings.
Manasi saw Vidya, the old widow who lived across the street staring slack jawed at Manasi's visitors. Manasi opened her door and called them to come inside quickly.
"You think that old grandma across the street got her panties all twisted up in a knot?" Javed wanted to know.
"She's harmless," Manasi reassured him.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? You been holding out on us, kutiya. We should've been partying here the whole time," Javed instantly concluded as he surveyed her upper middle-class residence.
"Then we've got to make up for lost time," Dilnawaz cut in.
Javed's hands reached around Manasi from behind, pulling up her shirt.
"I thought you were supposed to be dressed like a Randi for us," Javed observed.
"I didn't expect to be dressed once you got here. Didn't think it'd make a difference," Manasi replied cheekily.
"Now you're talking," Salim piped in.
Within seconds Manasi was stripped naked in her own living room.
"How come it's always 2 of you guys giving her attention, and then I get like the leftovers," complained Laila.
"Salim, why don't you entertain our host while Dilnawaz and I give Laila here some, ahem, attention."
Soon, Manasi was lying down on the couch while Salim fucked her. Manasi looked down, marveling at the sight of Salim's massive hulk hovering over her and his cock disappearing into her slit. Across the room, Laila was on her hands and knees being spit roasted by Javed and Dilnawaz.
As Manasi felt her wetness drip below and form a wet spot on the cushion underneath, she wondered how messy her house would become after this weekend. If her daughter could already smell the sex on her body before, how much clean up and scrubbing would she have to do to keep her daughter from smelling the dank odor of sex after this weekend. But that would be a problem to worry about later. Right now, Manasi closed her eyes and wrapped her arms and legs around the large Landya currently fucking her. She pulled her crotch upward toward him, driving his cock as deeply as possible into her fuck hole. Her pussy was so sensitive, she quickly climaxed in a breathless whirlwind of lustful screams and fingernails digging into Salim's back.
As she recovered, Salim pulled out and offered his cock to her lips to finish him off, and she obliged. As the taste of her own pussy juices hit her tongue, she passionately slurped on his cock until he came, letting him shoot his load into the back of her throat. She brushed the back of her hand across her lips to wipe off the excess cum string as Dilnawaz came over to take the next turn on her body.
"Salim used your mouth. I'm a use your choot," Dilnawaz informed Manasi.
Manasi was still breathing hard as he walked over to where she lay lazily spread out on the couch. Dilnawaz rolled her over, and she fell on her knees on the floor as she laid her chest back on the couch. Dilnawaz's fat fingers reached from behind and fingered her slit, roughly probing her.
Then she felt Dilnawaz's cock entering her, slowly one inch at a time. She thought several times he was maxed out, but he kept penetrating deeper and deeper into her cunt until she finally felt his balls touch against her sex. Then Dilnawaz grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her head back as he started to fuck her. Manasi felt his cock racing back and forth through her opening, each time he thrust into her quickly turning her back on. She was at Dilnawaz's mercy, and she spread her legs wider to let him drive even deeper into her body.
No pretense of modesty or decorum remained for Manasi. She had been reduced to a fuck toy. She was in her own house, but she surrendered all control to her visitors. Dilnawaz slapped her ass, and it sent shivers down her spine. He pulled harder on her hair, and she elicited a deep moan.
"Fuck me. Use me. Make me cum," Manasi called out.
Dilnawaz's cock kept ramming her, his long '. shaft disappearing into the sheath of her pussy. He ran his free hand down her back, and she shuddered. Then he reached around and played with her titties, letting them bob in his hands as they bounced around.
Manasi was quickly losing control, another orgasm consuming her body. She loved the feel of cumming, all the energy coursing through her body, her pussy all tingly, and the rush it brought her. She abandoned any attempt at suppressing her orgasms now, and she was vocal, moaning and screaming with every thrust of Dilnawaz's cock, urging her own orgasm to form. She soon came, her legs straightening out as her pussy exploded in pleasure. Her own wetness was everywhere, the evidence of her arousal spreading all over as if she was marking her territory.
Dilnawaz kept pounding her, his balls slamming into her pussy with every thrust until he also came, shooting loads of cum deep into her pussy. Manasi turned around to face him as he finally released her hair.
"That's my kutiya," Dilnawaz winked at her as he finally pulled out.
Manasi collapsed into a heap on the floor, her body exhausted from all the rounds of fucking but exhilarated from the orgasm still reverberating through her body.
Next up was Javed to take a turn on Manasi. Laila, Dilnawaz, and Salim all sat to the side to take a break and just watch.
Already drained, Manasi questioned if she could even go one more round, but Javed was already positioning her. Soon she realized his target.
"I told you I was saving your ass for a special occasion," Javed informed her. "Besides, Salim and Dilnawaz already done used your other holes. Time to break you in, Randi."
Manasi's mind instantly recovered from her daze, and she turned around with pleading eyes. She'd never been fucked in the ass by her previous lovers, let alone by someone with Javed's girth. She could barely take him in her pussy. She couldn't imagine her ass accommodating his manhood.
Javed saw her concerned face. "Don't worry. I'll work it in gentle," he laughed.
Manasi winced. Javed didn't have a gentle bone in his body, but she caught sight of a tube of petroleum jelly in his hand.
"Swiped it while looking around earlier. Knew it would come in handy," he winked.
Manasi looked over as the peanut gallery watched in amusement as Javed touched the tip of his cock against her virgin hole. She felt her hole pucker in a defensive response.
"Just relax, Randi," he instructed her," and it'll go a lot easier."
Manasi closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths to relax but still expected the worst. Then Javed penetrated an inch into her asshole, and she screamed like a banshee. Her ass felt like it was getting torn apart, and her onlookers were besides themselves in amusement, reveling in her predicament. She saw Salim had his phone out, recording her first anal experience.
And then Javed pulled back out for a second before he slowly worked himself back in, this time another inch deeper. Her ass still felt like it was getting ripped apart, but the pain wasn't as sharp as the first time. Javed repeated this action, inching his way deeper and deeper into her until she took in the entire length of his shaft. Manasi felt her asshole reflexively clamping down on his cock.
"There, there, it wasn't so bad was it," Javed consoled her.
"Easy for you to say," Manasi retorted. "You ever had a monster cock shoved up your ass?"
Javed gave a belly laugh. "I ain't a kutiya like you," he answered. "That's why you my kutiya. Cause I got my cock stuffed in your ass."
And then he started ass fucking her. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Soon, he was pounding her so hard, his pelvis was loudly slapping against her ass cheeks. Manasi let out a guttural scream that was equal parts pleasure and pain.
She knew her onlookers were talking about her, but their voices sounded far off. Her whole body and attention were focused on the hard cock repeatedly ramming her, sending shockwaves up and down her spine.
Manasi was in heaven. She felt free in a way she never had before. Free from the proper and respectable lady she was expected to be. Free from the societal view that she was too old and didn't have the right figure to attract a young lover. Free from the prejudices growing up that told her to avoid '. people. Instead, she was free to be as freaky as she desired. Free to take on any lover she pleased.
Manasi lifted her head, and Dilnawaz's cock was dangling in front of her. She opened her mouth to take him in as Javed continued to ram her from behind.
The rhythm of Javed fucking her naturally pulled her back and forth on Dilnawaz's cock. She closed her eyes to focus on the two massive cocks stuffed inside her.
Then a scream pierced through the house, immediately drawing her out of her cock drunken stupor.
"Mom!"
Ankita? Manasi opened her eyes to the sight of her daughter standing in the entryway, right as Javed exploded inside her ass and Dilnawaz simultaneously came in her mouth.
"What are you doing? Who are these people?" Ankita was screaming her head off.
Manasi felt the cocks pull out of her ass and mouth. She could only imagine how horrifying the sight of her naked mother getting spit roasted by two big '. cocks must be for her daughter.
To her left, Salim and Laila looked like they were trying to keep from bursting into laughter. To her side, Javed and Dilnawaz looked indifferent to the new visitor.
"Mom, I try to go out of town for one weekend, and you have an orgy in your house. Why is everyone naked? Don't you all have any decency?"
Manasi wiped the cum from her lips
"Wait. I know you," called Laila.
Everyone turned to look at Laila and then turned back to Ankita. After a second, Ankita's face seemed to process recognition, and her eyes widened in fear.
"Yeah, yeah. She used to hang with them Patel twins," Laila continued. "We partied a couple of times senior year. I remember finger fucking her one time. Fuck yeah. I remember her now. Like mother, like daughter. A Randi."
A look of horror quickly overtook Ankita's face. Manasi looked on in confusion, trying to understand this new revelation. Manasi remembered the Patel twins. Her daughter was best friends with them until they went out of state for college after high college.
Still naked, Laila got up and made her way across the room to where Ankita stood seemingly paralyzed.
"No, no, no. I don't know you. I don't know what you're talking about," Ankita tried to protest.
"Such a pity. Are you sure you don't remember?" Laila teased as she came up behind Ankita and slipped a hand inside the waistband of her pants.
"You don't remember my fingers on your pussy like so?" Laila asked.
Ankita was trying to put on a brave face, but Manasi saw her daughter's body betraying her. Her hips started slowly moving in response to Laila's hand visibly bulging from her crotch, clearly fingering her pussy. Ankita's eyes locked into her mother's in a gaze filled with fear and shame.
"Does your mama know you're a Randi just like her?" Laila asked.
Ankita was silent.
"You ever catch your mom having sex before?" Laila inquired.
Laila turned to Manasi. "She ever walk in on you getting fucked before?"
Manasi shook her head, mesmerized at the sight of her daughter submitting to Laila. Her matronly instincts told her she should stop the sex act and protect her daughter's modesty, but her eyes saw her daughter clearly starting to enjoy the fingering.
"Seems you act so shocked seeing your mom with a lund in her mouth and ass, but I remember you getting passed around at that party senior year when we were all 18," Laila kept up the verbal assault. "Why you act like it's a bad thing? You were an adult, weren't you? Free to do as you want. Free to fuck as you please. Is enjoying sex so wrong? Cause I remember you enjoyed that night. And I can tell you're enjoying right now as much as you're leaking all over my fingers like you're watering a garden."
Laila's other hand was raising Ankita's loose top off and revealing her C cup bra. Laila then deftly undid Ankita's bra hook, and Ankita's titties burst free. Manasi's never realized how nice her daughter's breasts looked, still young and firm, as opposed to her titties that had started to sag.
Salim came up behind Manasi. "Maybe we can have a little contest. See who comes first."
He guided Manasi down onto the floor and then onto her hands and knees. She felt his rough fingers reach under to her slit.
"Damn, did you get wet watching your daughter get finger fucked?" he accused her.
Manasi wanted to plead the fifth, but she saw the look of disbelief and disappointment that Ankita shot her.
Soon Salim's hard cock was inserted into her, and he fucked her doggy style.
Ankita quickly abandoned her inhibitions and lowered her yoga pants. Laila's hand was stuffed inside her panties and expertly fingering Ankita's pussy while Laila's other hand fondled her titties.
"Look how wet her panties are. Damn, she's dripping. That kutiya is horny," Laila teased. A huge wet spot was visible on Ankita's panties, and Manasi saw her daughter's wetness running down her legs.
By this point, Ankita was bent over, grabbing onto a small console table in front of her to brace herself. Ankita and Manasi eyed each other, simultaneously embarrassed and turned on at the sight of the other getting fucked.
"What a special mother-daughter moment," chuckled Javed.
"A Kodak moment," added Dilnawaz, as he snapped some cell phone pictures.
Ankita came first in a screaming orgasm, her body cratering into crumpled mass, completely submitting to her orgasm in front of the on-lookers. Her body still visibly shaking, Laila finally pulled her hand out and gave Ankita's ass a hard slap. Ankita raised her head back up, a look of resignation written on her face.
"Lick off my fingers, kutiya," Laila ordered, putting her wet hand right before Ankita. Ankita opened her mouth and accepted the other woman's finger into her mouth, slowly licking her fingers clean one by one.
"That's your own pussy you're tasting right there," Laila informed Ankita. "You got your juices all over my hand. I don't want that stuff all dried up, and then my hand smell like your stank pussy. You need to clean that shit off."
By this point, Manasi was still on all fours and close to cumming, too. Salim was ramming his rod hard into her, causing her tits to swing freely back and forth. She hung her head down as the orgasm welled up inside and Salim started slapping her ass. As she came, her arms gave out and her head dropped to the floor. Salim kept pounding her as she crested, keeping up a hard, steady rhythm until he came a minute later.
After folks had a minute to recover, Salim spoke up. "I'm hungry!"
"Help yourselves," Manasi mumbled.
"Don't mind if we do," Dilnawaz answered for all the visitors.
Manasi and Ankita remained in the living room while everyone else trudged over to the kitchen. The mother and daughter eyed each other warily.
"I thought you were gone for the weekend," Manasi said, finally breaking the silence.
"I figured out Rahul's been cheating on me," Ankita replied, looking down. "I found texts on his phone while we were driving. It was awful. We had a huge fight. I broke up with him, and we drove back. I came here because I needed someone to talk to about it all."
"I'm sorry." Manasi was unsure what else to say.
They heard the din and laughter of their tormentors in the kitchen as they raided the fridge and pantry.
"Are you sleeping with all of them?" Ankita asked.
Manasi nodded her head.
"How did this happen? You can't find someone your own age?"
Manasi sighed. "No. I'd given up on long term relationships, but I met Javed in the park on my jogs, and one thing just seemed to lead to another. The next thing I knew, they were all taking turns on me. Besides, you seemed to surrender yourself to them pretty easily, too."
"But they're my age," Ankita complained.
"I know," Manasi answered, instantly regretting her last point. "But they made me feel young and desirable. I've been feeling old lately, and it's nice to know I can still turn on a younger man."
Ankita looked at her mother skeptically with eyebrows raised. "Are you sure it's not just that they're horndogs willing to sleep with any woman that spreads her legs for them?"
Manasi blushed. "You may be right," she conceded, "but I know I've had more orgasms in the past two weeks than my first 44 years on this earth combined."
"Ew, mom. It's still gross to think of you as having a sex life."
Manasi laughed. "And what about you? You seem to have your own history with them."
"Don't go judging me" Ankita retorted indignantly. "Seeing what they were doing to you when I walked in, I know for a fact I haven't done anything you haven't also done."
"Look at us," Manasi sighed. "Mother and daughter sitting around naked talking over our sex lives, about to be fucked by a group of young '. men."
Ankita laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. "If I didn't know better, I think you got turned on watching me get fingered to orgasm in front of you," she told her mother.
Manasi ignored her daughter's remark. "Did you enjoy what Laila did to you?"
Ankita shook her head in confusion. "I didn't want to like it. Laila is kind of a bully, and she scares me. That first time back in high college, word made its way back to college what happened at the party, and I was humiliated. So many folks knew about it, and everyone teased me about it. Guys thought I was easy, and I hated how everyone thought I was a Randi. That's why I got in fights and my grades slacked off. But what hurt was that I knew, deep down, I wanted to be a Randi. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that night. Or that I didn't enjoy getting fingered here tonight."
"Have you slept with all of them in the kitchen before tonight?" Manasi asked.
"I don't know. Honestly, I was drunk and don't remember who was who. I remember Laila fingered me to an orgasm in the middle of the living room in front of the whole party. After that, it was all a blur, but I know I slept with at least 5 to 6 guys that night."
Just then all the houseguests emerged back in the living room in a loud ruckus.
"Looks like your daughter will be joining our little den of depravity," said Javed as he came over to Ankita and ran his hand over her backside. "I remember that night now a few years back. We ran a train on you. Had no clue you all was related, though. Looks like '. cock addiction runs in the family. Don't you worry, though," he grinned, "you both gonna get your fix here shortly."
"Hold on, hold on," interrupted Laila. "Another kutiya intruding on my territory. I'm already sharing your cocks with mommy over here. I'm gonna need something extra before she gets any lund."
"What you saying?" Javed inquired.
"She needs to earn it like Mommy did. That's what I'm saying. Get over here, kutiya, and eat my pussy!" she fiercely commanded.
Javed laughed while looking at Ankita. "You heard the woman. You'd better go take care of business."
Laila was still naked and standing in the middle of the living room. Her stern commands triggered Ankita's submissive side, and Ankita obediently crawled over to her. Ankita never considered herself a lesbian or bisexual, but Laila's pussy looked strangely tempting in that moment.
"Mama, your daughter looks a little nervous. Why don't you go over and set her at ease?" Laila barked at Manasi.
Like her daughter, Manasi's submissive side acceded to Laila's order, and she crawled over next to her daughter, unsure what to do next.
"I said eat my pussy, kutiya," Laila commanded, clearly losing patience with Ankita. "It's right here, waiting to be licked." She grabbed Ankita by the hair and guided her face to its destination. "And mama. We already know how much your daughter likes being fingered. Maybe you can do that to help her feel more at ease."
Ankita and Manasi exchanged a quick glance before Ankita's face was buried in Laila's bush. Ankita reached up to spread Laila's pussy lips, revealing the pink flesh beneath, and then she started working on her. At the same time, she felt fingers running along her slit, the touch sending small jolts of electricity through her body. Her own mother was rubbing her pussy.
As Ankita continued to lick Laila, she tasted moistness on her tormentor's mound and another strange taste. After a few seconds, she realized it was male cum, most likely remnants from before Ankita arrived. At the same time, she felt her mother's finger slip inside. Fuck, my mother is good, thought Ankita. I'm liable to cum before Laila.
"Maybe your daughter would enjoy the same pleasure she's giving me," Laila called out to Manasi.
As Ankita continued eating Laila's cunt, she suddenly felt her mother's tongue playing with her own pussy.
"Ain't this a beautiful mother-daughter moment, if ever there was one," laughed Laila.
To the side, Javed, Dilnawaz, and Salim were transfixed on the vision before their eyes. Dilnawaz had his phone out, recording the event for the historical record.
Ankita was fearful of punishment if she came before Laila, but her mother was playing her pussy like a fiddle, so she tried to suppress her urges. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of licking Laila's mound, Laila's breathing slowed down, and she started grinding her crotch into Ankita's face. But Ankita kept steady pressure on her tormentor's pussy with her tongue, lapping away and expertly guiding Laila to a knee wobbling orgasm.
Almost immediately after, Ankita's own urges pulsed through, and she succumbed to her own intense orgasm, screaming in pleasure at the realization that her own mother had gotten her off.
While Ankita was recovering, Laila commented, "You did alright, kutiya. Look at your mama's face. Covered in your pussy wetness."
Manasi smiled sheepishly. She had gotten carried away while pleasuring her own daughter, but Ankita seemed to enjoy it. At least she hoped her daughter didn't think any less of her now.
"Come on boys. We've got three horny women right here. Back to work," ordered Javed, and each took a woman and proceeded to fuck her.
The rest of the weekend continued as a long, booze-fueled orgy-fest. Manasi lost count early on how many times she was taken. It seemed like an endless supply of cocks stuffed in every orifice. After Javed initiated her to anal sex, Dilnawaz and Salim took turns penetrating her ass. Then they all did the same thing to Ankita. By Sunday, both mother and daughter were limping around the house, their legs and asses sore from getting fucked countless times.
Manasi's house itself was trashed over the long weekend. Manasi had to work Monday morning, and her visitors stumbled out of her house and took off in their banged-up car late on Sunday night. Manasi surveyed the wreckage left behind. Ankita was passed out on the sofa, there was trash littered everywhere, and dried up sticky cum stains splattered on couches, beds, and carpets. The whole house just reeked of sex.
Come Monday morning, Manasi showered and then she stood again in her bra and panties, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her 44-year-old body in dismay at the 30 pounds of extra weight she carried on her 5'4" frame. If she was being kind, she'd describe herself as buxom. If she was being honest, though, she'd describe herself as chubby.
But this time, she came to some different conclusions. Her 44-year-old body might not compare to herself from 20 years ago, but she was still good enough to reel in a trio of young '. lovers who seemingly couldn't get enough of her. She saw a glow and felt self-confidence she hadn't felt in a long time showing in her reflection.
Then, Manasi got dressed and fixed herself up to be presentable for work. She stepped out the door with an extra bounce in her step and went back to the office as the respectable boring office manager that no one suspected to be an orgy loving '. cock Randi at home.
EPILOGUE
Manasi and Ankita continued their orgies with Javed and company for the next few weeks. Ankita's boyfriend, Rahul, begged for forgiveness, but Ankita was soured on love and didn't want to take back a cheater. She was content to skip romance and opt for no strings attached sex as revenge against her ex, and now she had other lovers who could satisfy her better than Rahul ever could.
It was a little over a month later when both women realized they missed their periods. Nervously, Manasi and Ankita took pregnancy tests and learned that both were expecting. They continued the orgies through their pregnancies, their pregnant hormones fueling an almost insatiable demand for sexual gratification that Javed, Dilnawaz, and Salim were only too happy to fulfill.
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