05-12-2021, 11:10 AM
After satiating himself with my underarm, Tejinder too dug his teeth into my breast. My breasts had never been subjected to this before. Two men sucking my breasts in tandem was not just novel sensation but also extremely arousing. I cradled them as they fed on my breasts, making loud slurping and sucking sounds which accompanied by my sighs and moans created a melody of debauchery.
The temperature in the closed, dimly lit room was rising rapidly. The windows were closed, the dbangs drawn, the fan was off and copious amounts of alcohol had been ingested. My body was getting hotter with each passing second and with each bite into my breast and I could feel their equally hot bodies from their warm breaths and mouths.
My house was located in a developing neighborhood and it was the only occupied house. During the day, there was some movement of people in the houses being constructed in the neighborhood but at night it was very quiet. It was getting close to midnight, it was pitch dark outside and inside the house too.
All the lights in the house were switched off and only the dim light near the bar counter was on. The house was eerily quiet except for the loud sounds of smacking lips, slurping tongues and creaking sound of naked skin rubbing against the leather as my body shuffled and writhe.
I sighed, moaned and occasionally a loud gasp escaped my mouth as I felt their teeth brush against my soft and very sensitive skin as they expertly lapped on my breasts.
Fahim’s hands gently caressed and moved over my belly. After the birth of my child, I had struggled to get rid of all the belly fat and just a little bit of it had enveloped my waist. I wasn’t fat by any standard but I was borderline chubby. My husband loved it, especially holding my soft, fleshy waist and at times also rested his head on my lower belly, calling it his favorite spot. Fahim’s hand was now caressing his favorite spot.
My husband was hundreds of miles away, perhaps sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the fact that his wife, at this late hour of the night was allowing two jailbirds, two savages, two low life thugs to indulge in the pleasures of her naked form. It was unknown to him that his wife was allowing these two crooked men to touch her pristine body in ways that only he was allowed to touch. Not just were they touching but also caressing, rubbing, squeezing.
Their eyes had seen what only he had the right to see, their lips and their tongue had touched something that only he had before. She was being taken in the very room he had so fondly built for himself. The very breasts that he so loved and sucked on while making love to his wife; the same breasts which fed the child they made together were now being fed to these two men who had conquered her body, leaving behind visible signs of the conquest and plunder. They had attacked her, invaded her sanctity, defiled her purity, mounted her and had finally broken her body and spirit.
He was blind to the fact that his when he spoke to his wife a few hours ago, she was buck naked in front of two men who had fucked her just a few minutes ago. Blind to the fact that she lied to him and had committed the sin of adultery on their marital bed.
Though she had been forced to sin before but now she was doing it with her own free will. In the morning, she had been invaded repeatedly but now the gates were being opened from the inside allowing the conquerors a walk over. The siege of her mind and body was over, the resistance had faded away and the invaders were now marching onto her freely and she was surrendering to them.
In the radiance of the dim light, I could see a sheath of thick saliva covering my breasts. Their salivating mouths continued sucking and biting my breasts. I knew they would leave my breasts scarred with love bites. Fahim’s hand had slowly moved down to my pussy and the smoothness with which his thick finger sunk into my pussy, it was obvious how profusely wet and lubricated I was unlike in the morning.
Fahim finally broke away from my breast. Even though he was wearing my husband’s silk robe, I could see a part of his shimmering hairy chest glimmer in the light. By now it was very hot inside the closed, damp room that we were all sweating. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back onto the leather. I had felt their wet hair as they had sucked on my breasts and I was sure that under those silk robe, they were sweating.
While Tejinder was still munching on my breast, Fahim quietly poured a stiff drink in two glasses. Hearing that, Tejinder too stopped sucking my breast and took the glass of whiskey. They quietly clinked their glasses and started drinking. Tejinder gulped down the drink in one sip while Fahim took his time, slowly taking one sip at a time, watching me in a dazed yet aroused state. I was naked on the couch, my legs spread apart, my body covered in their saliva and my own sweat. It sure must have been a sight to behold.
“Peeyegi?” Fahim asked.
I was so thirsty at that moment that I couldn’t refuse the drink. I quietly nodded.
Fahim poured another drink into his glass and added some water to it. It wasn’t because he was being mindful of my tolerance of neat alcohol but because he didn’t want me to puke and ruin the mood. The moment he handed me the drink I gulped it down like water, unaffected by the sharp taste and smell of the liquor.
Fahim again poured a drink in the empty glass I had handed over to him and stood up. Still gazing at me, he quietly untied the knot holding his robe together. Once the knot was undone, he gently parted the robe, revealing his thick, long and unbelievably erect cock. It pointed straight at me and I could see the thick, uncovered bulbous head its piss slit. It twitched and pulsed as he slowly moved towards me. With the light shining on it at just the perfect angle, his cock looked even more impressive than it was.
Fahim placed his left foot on the couch, keeping his right foot firmly on the floor. He gently pulled my head from behind towards his crotch. I closed my eyes and just a moment later I felt his phallus brush against my lips. I inhaled his musky pungent aroma which was far more tolerable compared to the morning before his shower.
I looked up at him nervously. He was standing with one hand on his waist, the other holding the drink looking down triumphantly.
“Mooh Khol.” He ordered.
The temperature in the closed, dimly lit room was rising rapidly. The windows were closed, the dbangs drawn, the fan was off and copious amounts of alcohol had been ingested. My body was getting hotter with each passing second and with each bite into my breast and I could feel their equally hot bodies from their warm breaths and mouths.
My house was located in a developing neighborhood and it was the only occupied house. During the day, there was some movement of people in the houses being constructed in the neighborhood but at night it was very quiet. It was getting close to midnight, it was pitch dark outside and inside the house too.
All the lights in the house were switched off and only the dim light near the bar counter was on. The house was eerily quiet except for the loud sounds of smacking lips, slurping tongues and creaking sound of naked skin rubbing against the leather as my body shuffled and writhe.
I sighed, moaned and occasionally a loud gasp escaped my mouth as I felt their teeth brush against my soft and very sensitive skin as they expertly lapped on my breasts.
Fahim’s hands gently caressed and moved over my belly. After the birth of my child, I had struggled to get rid of all the belly fat and just a little bit of it had enveloped my waist. I wasn’t fat by any standard but I was borderline chubby. My husband loved it, especially holding my soft, fleshy waist and at times also rested his head on my lower belly, calling it his favorite spot. Fahim’s hand was now caressing his favorite spot.
My husband was hundreds of miles away, perhaps sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the fact that his wife, at this late hour of the night was allowing two jailbirds, two savages, two low life thugs to indulge in the pleasures of her naked form. It was unknown to him that his wife was allowing these two crooked men to touch her pristine body in ways that only he was allowed to touch. Not just were they touching but also caressing, rubbing, squeezing.
Their eyes had seen what only he had the right to see, their lips and their tongue had touched something that only he had before. She was being taken in the very room he had so fondly built for himself. The very breasts that he so loved and sucked on while making love to his wife; the same breasts which fed the child they made together were now being fed to these two men who had conquered her body, leaving behind visible signs of the conquest and plunder. They had attacked her, invaded her sanctity, defiled her purity, mounted her and had finally broken her body and spirit.
He was blind to the fact that his when he spoke to his wife a few hours ago, she was buck naked in front of two men who had fucked her just a few minutes ago. Blind to the fact that she lied to him and had committed the sin of adultery on their marital bed.
Though she had been forced to sin before but now she was doing it with her own free will. In the morning, she had been invaded repeatedly but now the gates were being opened from the inside allowing the conquerors a walk over. The siege of her mind and body was over, the resistance had faded away and the invaders were now marching onto her freely and she was surrendering to them.
In the radiance of the dim light, I could see a sheath of thick saliva covering my breasts. Their salivating mouths continued sucking and biting my breasts. I knew they would leave my breasts scarred with love bites. Fahim’s hand had slowly moved down to my pussy and the smoothness with which his thick finger sunk into my pussy, it was obvious how profusely wet and lubricated I was unlike in the morning.
Fahim finally broke away from my breast. Even though he was wearing my husband’s silk robe, I could see a part of his shimmering hairy chest glimmer in the light. By now it was very hot inside the closed, damp room that we were all sweating. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back onto the leather. I had felt their wet hair as they had sucked on my breasts and I was sure that under those silk robe, they were sweating.
While Tejinder was still munching on my breast, Fahim quietly poured a stiff drink in two glasses. Hearing that, Tejinder too stopped sucking my breast and took the glass of whiskey. They quietly clinked their glasses and started drinking. Tejinder gulped down the drink in one sip while Fahim took his time, slowly taking one sip at a time, watching me in a dazed yet aroused state. I was naked on the couch, my legs spread apart, my body covered in their saliva and my own sweat. It sure must have been a sight to behold.
“Peeyegi?” Fahim asked.
I was so thirsty at that moment that I couldn’t refuse the drink. I quietly nodded.
Fahim poured another drink into his glass and added some water to it. It wasn’t because he was being mindful of my tolerance of neat alcohol but because he didn’t want me to puke and ruin the mood. The moment he handed me the drink I gulped it down like water, unaffected by the sharp taste and smell of the liquor.
Fahim again poured a drink in the empty glass I had handed over to him and stood up. Still gazing at me, he quietly untied the knot holding his robe together. Once the knot was undone, he gently parted the robe, revealing his thick, long and unbelievably erect cock. It pointed straight at me and I could see the thick, uncovered bulbous head its piss slit. It twitched and pulsed as he slowly moved towards me. With the light shining on it at just the perfect angle, his cock looked even more impressive than it was.
Fahim placed his left foot on the couch, keeping his right foot firmly on the floor. He gently pulled my head from behind towards his crotch. I closed my eyes and just a moment later I felt his phallus brush against my lips. I inhaled his musky pungent aroma which was far more tolerable compared to the morning before his shower.
I looked up at him nervously. He was standing with one hand on his waist, the other holding the drink looking down triumphantly.
“Mooh Khol.” He ordered.
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