How my wife got gangbanged by multiple men in mela

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CHAPTER 26
But my wife just looked across at the madari and saw his nod. And then she licked her lips and said, “N—No! Please, don’t come inside me!”

The whole tamboo stared at her.

“Please! Don’t get me pregnant!” she begged. I—and all of the sipahi—could actually see her grind her hips in lust as she said the words. “You must all pull out!” she told them.

There was a kind of shocked silence as it sank in that she hadn’t said Lion, and clearly meant the exact opposite. I could actually feel the ripple of lust move through the room.

“No,” the man inside her said.

And of course her eyes went wide with pretend fear and genuine lust. “Oh, no! Please! Don’t! Don’t come inside me!”

The other sipahi leaned in. “Fuck yeah,” one of them said, forgetting his character for a moment.

“Do it,” another said. “Do it, fill her up.”

“Let’s all do it,” said another, his voice thick with lust. “Let’s give the Randi a little bastard to remember us by. Let’s knock her up!”

They all cheered and Nandini’s gaze flicked between them, her eyes glazed with sexual heat at the enormity of what she’d unleashed. Meanwhile, in the corner, I wanted to weep.

“I’m…coming—” said the man inside her in a strangled gasp. “God, I’m coming right inside her—Ahhh!”

And I saw his naked ass clench as he fired blast after blast of thick cum right at her waiting womb. My wife thrashed in ecstasy. “Yesss…” Then, remembering herself, “Nooo!”

The sipahi pulled out of her and, even from my position in the corner, I could see his creamy sperm start to trickle out from between her shining lips. To my horror, the next man had already shed his armor and was climbing between her legs. A big man with long, wavy black hair, he dwarfed her body, hulking over her like a monster.

“God, not another,” she gasped. “I—I can’t, not so soon—”

“We’re going to fill you all night,” the man told her. Then he dropped a copper coin on her stomach. “Here’s my payment, Randi. Now give me a ride.”

He shoved down his britches and I gasped as I saw his erect cock. It was longer and thicker even than the king’s, the glans purple-pink and as large as a plum. My wife’s eyes bulged when she saw it. “God! So—So big! I can’t!”

“I’ll wager you’ve known bigger in your career, though no doubt you’ve lost count.” He positioned himself at her by-now well-moistened entrance. He grinned. “Hold her firmly, lads.”

The hands on her wrists and ankles tightened, stretching her out on the ground, though she wasn’t even making a pretense of struggling now. I saw the cock start to push into her, its size stretching her lips inward. The head slid in, slowing as it widened…and then stopped. It was lodged at its widest point, the girth of the head stretching Nandini’s lips wide.

I looked at my wife’s face. Her mouth was open and panting as she gazed down in disbelief at the enormous cock trying to penetrate her. Her eyes were shining with a lust I’d never seen before. She wanted it. She wasn’t sure if she could take him, but she wanted it. It hit me that she hadn’t even looked at the madari before this man had started. “So big,” she breathed, the words almost a chant, “So big, so big, God….”

No! I thought. God, no! Don’t put that in her! I imagined her stretched and ruined, unable to even feel me.

The other men snickered cruelly at her words. “She can take it,” they told their friend. “She’s had plenty of practice.”

The man grinned…and pushed.

My wife arched her back and took her weight on her shoulders, her head pressing hard into the ground. “Ahhh!” she moaned. It didn’t sound like pain. It sounded more like shock, that she couldn’t believe she was opening so wide. But her body was well-lubricated and plRishab t from the sex and, quite suddenly, the cock slid forward into her, her body closing tight around it.

Now she jerked her head up, staring at the man who was taking her. “God! Don’t—don’t move!” she said. “Too big!”

She hadn’t used her safe word, but the man grinned at her and didn’t move for a moment, perhaps taking pride in his size. After a few seconds, she seemed to relax and her head sank back down. After a few seconds more, I saw her very gently move her hips. She was exploring his size, testing to see if it hurt. As the flexing and rolling of her hips grew, it became clear that it didn’t. The man still didn’t move—he’d asked for a ride, after all, and she was giving him one. His size seemed to have made her forget her noblewoman’s role completely, and she was quite lost in the feeling of simply moving around him.

The hands holding her wrists and ankles gradually relaxed. They let her lie there and sinuously flex her body, moving in slow waves as she caressed the gRishab t cock, easing her hips back and forth along it. “God,” she whispered, eyes distant and staring at the ceiling. “God….”