30-05-2019, 01:24 AM
That night, we didnt say a word to each other. We just packed our stuff for the next morning as we had an early flight to Goa for our honeymoon. We spoke a little the next morning while we were on our way to the airport. By the time we reached Goa, surprisingly, we were back to normal. We were behaving like a normal newly-wed couple once again. Laughing, joking, coochie-cooing. But at the back of my mind, the
scenes of my body and my choot being violated in front of my husband kept playing again and again. I tried to ignore but I couldnt, especially when my husband used to fuck me during our honeymoon.
Two weeks later, we were back home. We called our parents as soon as we were back and told them how much we enjoyed. We took a shower, went out for a dinner that evening, came back and after a fuck-session, went to sleep. The next morning, my husband left for work early as he had to report soon. I kissed him goodbye and got back to my usual routine, married life. I had completely forgotten about Jaaved. I took a shower, had my breakfast, watched TV for a while, and by the time it was noon, decided to take a nap. I went to my bedroom and lied down to slepe when suddenly the bell rang. I got up, went upto the door and opened it.
"Kya madam, kaise ho?"
It was Jaaved. And he was not alone this time. Along with him, were two of his friends, who looked as filthy as he did. "Madam, yeh hai mera dost Imraan, aur yeh hai Sanjeev." They looked at me and grinned. Jaaved pushed me aside as the three of them walked into our house.
"Kya madam, kidhar the itne din?" He said, sliding his red scarf of his shoulder as he made himself comfortable on the couch while Sanjay closed the main door for me as I walked into the living room in my gown. Imraan closed the curtains as Jaaved put his feet on the center table and said "Bahaut yaad aayi aapki madam...aaj yaad puri karenge
ham..apne doston ke saath" he said as I heard the door of the living room being closed behind me.
I was scared. Petrified, to be more precise. I was alone between three men who were completely new to me, trapped in my own house. I kept looking around, not sure what to do. Sanjeev stood in front of the door to make sure there was no way out of there for me. Jaaved sat on the crouch, grinning as he looked at me with those dirty eyes. Imraan on the other hand was going through my husband's liquor collection.
"Jaaved bhai, idhar to sabh imported maal hai." said Imraan. "Aaj videsi maal hi piyenge.kya?
"Arre daaru videsi hai toh kya hua. Yeh maal toh apni desi hai." laughed Jaaved. "Videsi daaru piyenge..aur is desi raand ko chodenge."
All three of them laughed. Sanjeev came up from behind and grabbed my wrist, dragging me towards the other two. I resisted, but his pull was too strong. He dragged me and let me go when I was right in the middle of the three of them. He sat down on the single-piece couch. The three men were leering at me like animals. I had never felt so trapped, that I could barely move or utter a word. My body was shivering with fear. Imraan opened up one of the bottles - Black Label, and took a swig, passing it on to Jaaved.
"Mmmm...mazaa aagaya boss. Kya daaru hai. Gala garam ho gaya." Said Imraan. "Abh thoda lund bhi garam ho jaaye."
Jaaved gulped down a bit of the whisky and passed it on to Sanjeev, who hadnt spoken a word yet. He just took the bottle and drank.
"Kya memsaab. Suna nahi mere dost ne kya kaha?" Said Jaaved. He got up and walked upto me, looking down at me, right into my eyes. I just looked away.
"Jaaved bhai, yeh aisa kyu hota hai?" Asked Sanjeev finally. "Yeh bade ghar ki auraten ekdam naazook, dubli-patli kyun hoti hai yaar? Inlog khaana waana nahi khaati kya? Apni Mahaule ki Roopa rani ko dekho. Hatti-katti, ekdam maal. Kya badan hai uska."
"Kya Sanjeev, thoda toh fark rahega na woh kaamwaali mein aur is memsaab mein." answered Imraan for Jaaved. Jaaved just kept looking at me with an evil look in his eyes, burning a hole in me with his look. "Yeh memsaab log apne figure ko sambhaalti hai. Bahaut dhyaan rakhte hai apni body ka. Isliye inlog ki choot bhi ekdam mast rehti hai.
ekdam phataaka. Kya bolte Jaaved bhai?"
Jaaved looked at me and grinned. "Try karke dekh lo isiko." I looked at him, scared and shocked. "Kya madam, kabhi liya hai kya teen teen lund ek saath?" I just kept looking at his face, not able to utter a single word. The fear in my eyes had became evident as slight tears started to well up in them. Imraan and Sanjeev got up and walked up to me. My head started spinning as the three men gathered around me, each with a dirty grin on his face. Imraan took a swig of the whisky and held the bottle in front of me. I shook my head, refusing. The three men laughed as I shook my head.
"Arre pi lo madam. Mazaa aa jaayega." said Sanjeev.
"Yeh aise nahi maanegi." said Imraan, moving even closer. He tilted the bottle, pouring the whisy right into my cleavage. I closed my eyes tight as I felt the cool whisky pouring into my cleavage and down to my stomach. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I heard the three men laughing. The three men just towered over me like giants, laughing. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grab my waist. I opened my eyes to see Jaaved behind me, lifting my gown. He lift my gown above my knees, the other two standing and admiring my naked legs as they revealed. Soon, my panties were visible. I dont know why, but I automatically lifted my hands up as Jaaved pulled the gown above my shoulders. The three came even closer as my body was almost naked now, between them, only covered by my bra and pantie. I looked down and saw whisky stains over my panties.
"Kaisi laggi?" Asked Jaaved to the two men whose eyes were wide open,
just like their mouths. "Kya Sanjeev? Teri Roopa rani itni chikni hai kya?"
"Jaaved bhai, iska badan toh ekdam maska hai yaar." Said Sanjeev as he moved even closer, placing his rough palm over my smooth ass cheeks. "Kya gaand hai yaar!" He said, squeezing my buttcheek really hard. I bit my lower lip hard as I felt his grip over my ass.
"Bas bas Sanjeev." Said Imraan. "Aaram se, kahi idhar hi nahi nikal jaaye hum sabh ka." The three men laughed as I felt humiliated. I looked at Imraan, and for the first time, a little bit of anger was visible in my teary-eyes. Imraan looked at me, his expressions turning serious.
"Dekhti kya hai be randi?" He said, moving towards me. "Bahaut dino se iccha thi tere jaisi kisi memsaab ko chodunga. Bahaut naatak dekha hai tumlogo ka. Saali randiya log. Gaand mataka matka ke chalti ho raasto par. Tabhi toh bahaut mazaa aata hai jabh log dekhte hai. Aaj jabh gaand marwaane ki baat aayi, toh gussa dikhaati hai?"
"Bas bas Imraan." Said Jaaved. His voice seemed to have a calming effect on Imraan, who had otherwise fire in his eyes by now. "Jitna gussa karna hai..apne lund se kar. Chal..shuruaat tu hi kar le."
Imraan's face now had a grin. He moved his hand towards my cheek, gently stroking it, moving towards my hair. He grabbed my hair and pulled me head back as I shrieked. Sanjeev was sliding my panties down my legs while Jaaved unhooked my bra from behind, pulling it off and throwing it away. Imraan kept looking into my eyes, licking his lips.
I trembled between the three of them and first time, appealed to them.
"Please." I said. "Aisa matt karo. Abhi abhi meri shaadi hui hai."
"Toh? Shaadi kyun ki? Asked Imraan. "Roz raat ko apne pati ka lund apne mooh mein lene ke liye hi na? Abh hamaara bhi le le."
"Arre woh toh saala chutiya hai" said Jaaved from behind, as his rough hands were squeezing my naked breasts now, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. "2 inch ka lund bhi nahi rahega saale ka."
"Koi baat nahi Jaaved bhai." Said Sanjeev, kneeling down, his eyes fixated on my choot. "Hum log dikhaate hai na is raand ko asli lund."
"Hmm...pehle is nangi raand ke nange badan se toh khel le." Said Jaaved as he put his arms around my waist and started licking my neck like an animal. Grabbing my hair, Imraan forced his filthy tounge into my mouth. Jaaved's hands moved towards my breast. His rough hands cupped my breasts, fondling my nipples between his fingers. I grabbed
Imraan's hair with one hand and pushed him harder against my mouth, my other hand reaching down for Sanjeev's head, who was on his knees,
kissing my choot rapidly, spitting on it from time to time.
"Kyun bhai log, mazaa aa raha hai na?" Asked Jaaved. None of them answered. I just stood there being violated by these three giants. I was half their size. These men were really big. I was really scared of what was going to happen to me next, when suddenly, Jaaved grabbed my waist and lifted me up. He put me on top of his shoulder like I was
some luggage while the other two guys watched. Jaaved walked away with me on his shoulder, naked, out of the living room and into the bedroom. The other two men followed him. They closed the door to the bedroom as we all were inside. Jaaved threw me on to the bed. I fell on the bed on my back with a loud thud, almost breaking my back. I layed there, sprawled on the bed, my hair dishelved. The three men started undoing their pants so fast as if they were to catch a train. Jaaved was the first one to get out of his pants. The sight of his huge lund reminded me of the hard pounding I recieved the night before I was to leave for my honeymoon. In the meantime, Sanjeev, who was
clearly obsessed with my pussy, got his tool out and headed straight for my pussy, spreading my legs apart. His lund was of average size, but it was very thick. He rubbed the head of his lund against my moist pussy lips. I watched his black dick rubbing against my pussy as my breathing became heavier. I was so engrossed in watching him rub it
against me that I didnt realize that Jaaved was standing behind me, rubbing his cock against my cheeks. Imraan on the other hand had just decided to stand in a corner and watch with a ciggerate in his mouth. I looked at him and he grinned.
"Ghabra matt meri raand, mein bhi tujhe chodunga." he said, laughing.
Sanjeev's mouth was back to my pussy, tounge flickering over my clit. Jaaved grabbed my hair and turned my head towards his face, looking me into my eyes. I put on my best innocent look and said "Jaavedji.. please.."
He laughed, still rubbing his cock against my cheek. "Chal, mooh khol. " he said. I closed my eyes, as my mouth opened unwillingly. A second later, I had a rock hard, foul tasting cock inside my mouth, sliding in deeper while down between my legs, Sanjeev was furiously rubbing and pinching my pussy lips with his fingers. I closed my eyes and for
the first time, in the last two weeks, actually was enjoying a real cock inside my mouth.
scenes of my body and my choot being violated in front of my husband kept playing again and again. I tried to ignore but I couldnt, especially when my husband used to fuck me during our honeymoon.
Two weeks later, we were back home. We called our parents as soon as we were back and told them how much we enjoyed. We took a shower, went out for a dinner that evening, came back and after a fuck-session, went to sleep. The next morning, my husband left for work early as he had to report soon. I kissed him goodbye and got back to my usual routine, married life. I had completely forgotten about Jaaved. I took a shower, had my breakfast, watched TV for a while, and by the time it was noon, decided to take a nap. I went to my bedroom and lied down to slepe when suddenly the bell rang. I got up, went upto the door and opened it.
"Kya madam, kaise ho?"
It was Jaaved. And he was not alone this time. Along with him, were two of his friends, who looked as filthy as he did. "Madam, yeh hai mera dost Imraan, aur yeh hai Sanjeev." They looked at me and grinned. Jaaved pushed me aside as the three of them walked into our house.
"Kya madam, kidhar the itne din?" He said, sliding his red scarf of his shoulder as he made himself comfortable on the couch while Sanjay closed the main door for me as I walked into the living room in my gown. Imraan closed the curtains as Jaaved put his feet on the center table and said "Bahaut yaad aayi aapki madam...aaj yaad puri karenge
ham..apne doston ke saath" he said as I heard the door of the living room being closed behind me.
I was scared. Petrified, to be more precise. I was alone between three men who were completely new to me, trapped in my own house. I kept looking around, not sure what to do. Sanjeev stood in front of the door to make sure there was no way out of there for me. Jaaved sat on the crouch, grinning as he looked at me with those dirty eyes. Imraan on the other hand was going through my husband's liquor collection.
"Jaaved bhai, idhar to sabh imported maal hai." said Imraan. "Aaj videsi maal hi piyenge.kya?
"Arre daaru videsi hai toh kya hua. Yeh maal toh apni desi hai." laughed Jaaved. "Videsi daaru piyenge..aur is desi raand ko chodenge."
All three of them laughed. Sanjeev came up from behind and grabbed my wrist, dragging me towards the other two. I resisted, but his pull was too strong. He dragged me and let me go when I was right in the middle of the three of them. He sat down on the single-piece couch. The three men were leering at me like animals. I had never felt so trapped, that I could barely move or utter a word. My body was shivering with fear. Imraan opened up one of the bottles - Black Label, and took a swig, passing it on to Jaaved.
"Mmmm...mazaa aagaya boss. Kya daaru hai. Gala garam ho gaya." Said Imraan. "Abh thoda lund bhi garam ho jaaye."
Jaaved gulped down a bit of the whisky and passed it on to Sanjeev, who hadnt spoken a word yet. He just took the bottle and drank.
"Kya memsaab. Suna nahi mere dost ne kya kaha?" Said Jaaved. He got up and walked upto me, looking down at me, right into my eyes. I just looked away.
"Jaaved bhai, yeh aisa kyu hota hai?" Asked Sanjeev finally. "Yeh bade ghar ki auraten ekdam naazook, dubli-patli kyun hoti hai yaar? Inlog khaana waana nahi khaati kya? Apni Mahaule ki Roopa rani ko dekho. Hatti-katti, ekdam maal. Kya badan hai uska."
"Kya Sanjeev, thoda toh fark rahega na woh kaamwaali mein aur is memsaab mein." answered Imraan for Jaaved. Jaaved just kept looking at me with an evil look in his eyes, burning a hole in me with his look. "Yeh memsaab log apne figure ko sambhaalti hai. Bahaut dhyaan rakhte hai apni body ka. Isliye inlog ki choot bhi ekdam mast rehti hai.
ekdam phataaka. Kya bolte Jaaved bhai?"
Jaaved looked at me and grinned. "Try karke dekh lo isiko." I looked at him, scared and shocked. "Kya madam, kabhi liya hai kya teen teen lund ek saath?" I just kept looking at his face, not able to utter a single word. The fear in my eyes had became evident as slight tears started to well up in them. Imraan and Sanjeev got up and walked up to me. My head started spinning as the three men gathered around me, each with a dirty grin on his face. Imraan took a swig of the whisky and held the bottle in front of me. I shook my head, refusing. The three men laughed as I shook my head.
"Arre pi lo madam. Mazaa aa jaayega." said Sanjeev.
"Yeh aise nahi maanegi." said Imraan, moving even closer. He tilted the bottle, pouring the whisy right into my cleavage. I closed my eyes tight as I felt the cool whisky pouring into my cleavage and down to my stomach. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I heard the three men laughing. The three men just towered over me like giants, laughing. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grab my waist. I opened my eyes to see Jaaved behind me, lifting my gown. He lift my gown above my knees, the other two standing and admiring my naked legs as they revealed. Soon, my panties were visible. I dont know why, but I automatically lifted my hands up as Jaaved pulled the gown above my shoulders. The three came even closer as my body was almost naked now, between them, only covered by my bra and pantie. I looked down and saw whisky stains over my panties.
"Kaisi laggi?" Asked Jaaved to the two men whose eyes were wide open,
just like their mouths. "Kya Sanjeev? Teri Roopa rani itni chikni hai kya?"
"Jaaved bhai, iska badan toh ekdam maska hai yaar." Said Sanjeev as he moved even closer, placing his rough palm over my smooth ass cheeks. "Kya gaand hai yaar!" He said, squeezing my buttcheek really hard. I bit my lower lip hard as I felt his grip over my ass.
"Bas bas Sanjeev." Said Imraan. "Aaram se, kahi idhar hi nahi nikal jaaye hum sabh ka." The three men laughed as I felt humiliated. I looked at Imraan, and for the first time, a little bit of anger was visible in my teary-eyes. Imraan looked at me, his expressions turning serious.
"Dekhti kya hai be randi?" He said, moving towards me. "Bahaut dino se iccha thi tere jaisi kisi memsaab ko chodunga. Bahaut naatak dekha hai tumlogo ka. Saali randiya log. Gaand mataka matka ke chalti ho raasto par. Tabhi toh bahaut mazaa aata hai jabh log dekhte hai. Aaj jabh gaand marwaane ki baat aayi, toh gussa dikhaati hai?"
"Bas bas Imraan." Said Jaaved. His voice seemed to have a calming effect on Imraan, who had otherwise fire in his eyes by now. "Jitna gussa karna hai..apne lund se kar. Chal..shuruaat tu hi kar le."
Imraan's face now had a grin. He moved his hand towards my cheek, gently stroking it, moving towards my hair. He grabbed my hair and pulled me head back as I shrieked. Sanjeev was sliding my panties down my legs while Jaaved unhooked my bra from behind, pulling it off and throwing it away. Imraan kept looking into my eyes, licking his lips.
I trembled between the three of them and first time, appealed to them.
"Please." I said. "Aisa matt karo. Abhi abhi meri shaadi hui hai."
"Toh? Shaadi kyun ki? Asked Imraan. "Roz raat ko apne pati ka lund apne mooh mein lene ke liye hi na? Abh hamaara bhi le le."
"Arre woh toh saala chutiya hai" said Jaaved from behind, as his rough hands were squeezing my naked breasts now, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. "2 inch ka lund bhi nahi rahega saale ka."
"Koi baat nahi Jaaved bhai." Said Sanjeev, kneeling down, his eyes fixated on my choot. "Hum log dikhaate hai na is raand ko asli lund."
"Hmm...pehle is nangi raand ke nange badan se toh khel le." Said Jaaved as he put his arms around my waist and started licking my neck like an animal. Grabbing my hair, Imraan forced his filthy tounge into my mouth. Jaaved's hands moved towards my breast. His rough hands cupped my breasts, fondling my nipples between his fingers. I grabbed
Imraan's hair with one hand and pushed him harder against my mouth, my other hand reaching down for Sanjeev's head, who was on his knees,
kissing my choot rapidly, spitting on it from time to time.
"Kyun bhai log, mazaa aa raha hai na?" Asked Jaaved. None of them answered. I just stood there being violated by these three giants. I was half their size. These men were really big. I was really scared of what was going to happen to me next, when suddenly, Jaaved grabbed my waist and lifted me up. He put me on top of his shoulder like I was
some luggage while the other two guys watched. Jaaved walked away with me on his shoulder, naked, out of the living room and into the bedroom. The other two men followed him. They closed the door to the bedroom as we all were inside. Jaaved threw me on to the bed. I fell on the bed on my back with a loud thud, almost breaking my back. I layed there, sprawled on the bed, my hair dishelved. The three men started undoing their pants so fast as if they were to catch a train. Jaaved was the first one to get out of his pants. The sight of his huge lund reminded me of the hard pounding I recieved the night before I was to leave for my honeymoon. In the meantime, Sanjeev, who was
clearly obsessed with my pussy, got his tool out and headed straight for my pussy, spreading my legs apart. His lund was of average size, but it was very thick. He rubbed the head of his lund against my moist pussy lips. I watched his black dick rubbing against my pussy as my breathing became heavier. I was so engrossed in watching him rub it
against me that I didnt realize that Jaaved was standing behind me, rubbing his cock against my cheeks. Imraan on the other hand had just decided to stand in a corner and watch with a ciggerate in his mouth. I looked at him and he grinned.
"Ghabra matt meri raand, mein bhi tujhe chodunga." he said, laughing.
Sanjeev's mouth was back to my pussy, tounge flickering over my clit. Jaaved grabbed my hair and turned my head towards his face, looking me into my eyes. I put on my best innocent look and said "Jaavedji.. please.."
He laughed, still rubbing his cock against my cheek. "Chal, mooh khol. " he said. I closed my eyes, as my mouth opened unwillingly. A second later, I had a rock hard, foul tasting cock inside my mouth, sliding in deeper while down between my legs, Sanjeev was furiously rubbing and pinching my pussy lips with his fingers. I closed my eyes and for
the first time, in the last two weeks, actually was enjoying a real cock inside my mouth.
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