Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Baldev is huge. 


There is no other word for it. Even though Swati is used to anal sex, and Prakash isn’t small by any means, Baldev is in a separate class altogether. She supposes she should have figured it from his large, muscular body. It seems that he has the capacity to grow much larger than his limp form—which was impressive to begin with—would suggest. 

He reams her out, pulling her head back and kissing her roughly. He bites her lips, sticks his tongue into her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. Every few minutes, he switches holes, now in her pussy, now again in her ass, fucking savagely, brutally, changing angles, depths, one of his hands kneading and pinching and mauling her breasts, the other at her lower belly, clutching her close, or titillating her clit. 

Swati wonders if this is his usual style of fucking, raw and bestial, or if this is special, reserved for her. 

“Bitch!” He whispers with fondness. “You’re a fucking bitch aren’t you?” 

This seems to Swati like the catechism that she and Prakash go through from time to time. 

“Yes,” she whispers back, trying to muffle her moans. The fucking is intense and she is ecstatic. She feels like she is slipping into that special space in her mind where she is watching her body being abused. She isn't sure,  but she thinks this might be what people called subspace. Is she truly a submissive? Regardless, she feels this is more like it. 

“I’m a bitch whore, and I love it up the ass. You are the manly kind of man I was thirsting for. One who can douse the fire in my cunt, my body is burning up for you!” 

Baldev seems to like this, and he chuckles deep in his chest. His beard is like sandpaper on the tender skin of her cheek, her neck, and she loves it. 

“I knew it, I knew it!” He repeats this over and over. Unlike Prakash though, his tone is fond and polite, not full of anger and hatred. Swati misses that, but she takes what she is getting like a champ. 

Each time he pulls out, it seems as though he will pull her pussy or ass inside out. Her insides, the membranes that line her love tunnels, cling to his huge cock tighter than a second skin and the feeling  of pressure and fullness is heavenly. Every nerve ending is being stimulated, and it is all she can do not to scream aloud in pleasure. 

The feeling makes her head spin, her mind totally blown. It seems whatever lubrication she has produced is only a nanometer thick and just about adequate for the act of fucking. If not for that thin layer of moisture, their organs would have fused from all the heat and excitement. 

From time to time, she reaches one hand between her legs and caresses his huge dangling ball-sack. It is wet with her juices, and she smears the secretions all over and around, paying special attention to his low-hanging balls, sometimes squeezing them lightly, sometimes more roughly. He seems to love it.

“Hmmm. More, do it more,” he says and thrusts extra hard into her.  When she crushes his balls, he seems to grow even more inside her, the fit tighter despite the copious lubrication she is producing. 

After a few more minutes of intense thrusting, Swati comes. It is a huge orgasm that leaves her knees shaking, pelvis quaking. She loses control of her bladder, she thinks, or maybe she is squirting. 

Whatever. 

She can’t think very clearly. All she can do is hold on to the footboard of the bed as the orgasm quakes through her. Baldev stays deep inside her ass the whole time, his hand buried in her pussy and the other squeezing the life out of her breast, his hands slick with their sweat. 

For a while the only sounds are the ragged breathing of the two, their breaths rasping in and out of their throats.

“Is this a private party? Or can I join?”

It is Pravin, finally awake.

When she can breathe well enough to speak again, she says, “can you guys both fuck me at the same time?” 

Pravin reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp. She can see his face better now, and he is puzzled. “Like in the mouth and in the pussy?”

She shakes her head. “Like one in the pussy and one in the ass.”

Baldev chuckles. “I was going to suggest the very thing!”

Pravin’s face brightens. “A DP,” he says. “I’ve only seen that in porn movies. In real life, the position always seems awkward.”

“I think with Baldev’s strength and…equipment, we should be able to get it done,” she says, and Baldev chuckles again. 

“You want it classic or reverse cowgirl?”

He is speaking her language. She is quite knowledgeable in the terminology. 

She will face Pravin on the bed, his cock in her pussy, and Baldev will take her ass from behind. If all goes well, they may switch, and who knows, maybe a reverse cowgirl as well. It always looks good to her on film. 

Swati’s pussy continues to tingle after the fucking with Baldev. It is as if there’s an itch there that cannot be satisfied. Not with cock, not with a dildo or a vibe. She rubs at it, and her cunt reacts by getting wet again. 

After a period of recuperation, her breath slowing and becoming more even, Swati laves her raging pussy and asshole with a wet wipe, and she’s ready to go again.