08-04-2023, 11:53 AM
Fifteen minutes later, Prashant lay on top of me, his pot belly pressing against my abdomen and his bristly face brushing against my cheeks, as he fucked me lustfully. He was not as good at fucking as Naresh but was decent enough, better than my husband.
“Aah... kya kasi hui choot hai, memsahib (Aah… What a tight cunt it is, Ma’am.)” Prashant was talking in between his strokes, “Aisi pyari choot ka maza to kismet waalon ko hi milta hai. Isi liye Naresh aap ke oopar se utarne ko taiyyar nahin tha (Only the lucky few get to enjoy such a lovely cunt. That is why Naresh was not ready to dismount you.)”
His thrusts were becoming stronger. I was whimpering, clenching his arms, absorbing his strokes. Bending his head, he sucked my breasts and nipples, without interrupting the in and out movements of his cock. I felt my orgasm looming. He thrusts had become deeper. I was thrashing wildly under him, desperate for release. Prashant seemed to be oblivious to my need. He was going on and on, ramming his cock into my cunt. Unable to wait any longer, I pleaded, “Nikaal do ab ... nikaal do apna pani (Ejaculate now ... shoot you juice.)”
"Theek hai, memsahib (Okay, ma’am)," he grunted. "Ye lo ... aur lo ... ye aur (Take it ... take more ... still more.)"
Mercifully, he erupted inside my pussy, taking me to my orgasm. ... As we lay spent, trying to recover from our joint climax, Naresh said, “The scooty is fixed. And the rain has almost stopped. Ma’am, you can go now if you want.”
Naresh had moved beside us. I checked the clock. It was almost 2 am. I said, “You heard what I told my husband. I am supposed to be in a guest house in the village. So I can’t go home until morning.”
Dismounting from me, Prashant replied, “Ma’am, you can stay here as long as you want.”
Naresh made a move to get up and said, ‘Okay then, I will leave now.”
“Dekhiye ise, memsahib. Khada hua lund le kar ghar jaayega (Look at him, ma’am. He will go home with an erect cock!)” Prashant exclaimed. Turning to Naresh, he continued, “Ghar me memsahib jaisi haseena nahin, teri kaali aur moti beevi milegi. Ja aur chod use (You will find your dark and fat wife at home, not a beauty like ma’am. Go and fuck her!)”
His words made me laugh. I said, “Why don’t you also stay here until morning, Naresh?”
Prashant supported me, “If you stay here, ma’am will probably do something about your erection.”
A few minutes later, Naresh and I were together on the mattress. He had taken his clothes off. I was already naked. He lay down on his back and beckoned to me. I climbed on top of him, took his dick in my cunt and started riding him. He started thrusting upwards. Prashant sat close to us, watching our fucking, and rubbing his dick. After sometime, Naresh took over the responsibility of thrusting. I was enjoying with my face resting on his shoulder. That’s when I felt it, ... something touching my asshole. Surely Prashant wouldn’t.
“Nahin, wahan nahin (No, not there!)” I yelled and tried to shake him off. But he had gripped me strongly.
“Kyon nahin? Agar Naresh aapki doosri bar le sakta hai to main kyon nahin? Aur aapki choot bhari hui hai isliye main to aapki gaand hi le sakta hoon (Why not? If Naresh can take you the second time, why can’t I? And as your cunt is filled up, I can only take your ass!)”
And he applied pressure onto my asshole. It’s not that my asshole hadn’t admitted a cock before. It had. But it had been a while and it was my hubby’s small cock. So it hurt initially. But after a couple of inches had gone it, it was as if my asshole remembered how it is done and relaxed.
It felt weird kind of good that ass-fucking always feels. The pleasure is more mental than physical. I was sandwiched between the two, with Naresh in my pussy and Prashant in my ass. And it felt fulfilling. I was enjoying my first double penetration.
Prashant was besides himself with joy. He was pumping into my ass and exclaiming, “Oh memsahib, aisi pyari gaand maine aaj tak nahin dekhi. Kunwari choot kee tarah kasi hui hai! Naresh, ek bar too bhi memsahib kee gaand mar ke dekh (Oh ma’am, I haven’t seen such a lovely asshole till today. It is as tight as a virgin pussy! Naresh, you should also try ma’am ass once!)”
As it happened, tightness of my asshole overwhelmed Prashant. He didn’t last too long. He shot his load into my asshole and lay panting on top of me. I had a minor orgasm when I felt his cum bathing my bowels but I yearned for more. When Prashant felt my body being heaved by Naresh from below, he got off me and lay down by our side. Naresh kept thrusting from below.
Soon Prashant said to me, “Memsaheb, ek bar ise bhi apni gaand ka maza chakha deejiye. Ye bhi yaad rakhega (Ma’am, give him the joy of your asshole once. He will remember it for ever.)”
I wasn’t averse to offering my asshole to Naresh but the size of his cock was a deterrent. I said, “Prashant, iska bahut bada hai. Main nahin jhel paaoongi (Prashant, his cock is very big. I won’t be able to tolerate it.)”
“Memsaheb, yah achchhi tarah thook laga kar daalega to aapko koi taqleef nahin hogi. Ek bar koshish to keejiye (Ma’am, if he applies spit before inserting his dick, you won’t have any problem. At least, try once.)” said Prashant. He continued, “Naresh, jyada taaqat mat lagaana (Naresh, don’t use too much force.)”
Thus he decided the issue for Naresh and me. I dismounted from Naresh and, somewhat hesitantly, assumed the ass-fuck position - on my knees and elbows. Naresh looked very pleased as he got up and came behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and spat on my asshole forcefully. These crude men were so different from my gentleman husband! As I looked back, Naresh spat on his palm and applied the spit thoroughly on his cock-head. He placed the lubricated head on my slick asshole. I implored him to be gentle even as I braced myself for the attack on my asshole. He pushed it in, inch by inch. Prashant’s cock had made his job easier. It had also made my asshole more receptive. His entry was less painful than I had anticipated. I felt him sinking into my very core.
When he was fully in, I sighed with relief. The worst was over. I asked him to start fucking. He did. He banged harder and harder. The incessant fucking made me moan with pleasure. My lust peaking and ebbing, rising and falling till I could take no more. I came but he was still hammering away. It was a dream fuck, my ass had opened up for him and every pore in my body was screaming with pleasure. I was crying in utmost pleasure, begging him to cum.
Then he came, his cock just grew and grew, my eyes wide in orgasm, I felt like I was floating in air as he burst inside me. I could feel his throbbing cock spit red hot lava in my intestines. Finally when he pulled out, he was as exhausted as I was.
We slept for a while in the closed garage. When I woke up in the morning, my pussy was sore as was my asshole but it was a sweet soreness. Naresh and Prashant went out, looked for my clothes and fortunately brought them back. I got dressed and started my scooty.
As I was about to leave, Naresh and Prashant folded their hands in goodbye and Prashant spoke to me, “Memsaheb, hum se jo galatiyan hui hain unke liye hum aapse maafi maangte hain. Lekin sochiye ham gareeb aur majdoori karne wale log hain. Aap jaisi haseen aurat ko paas se dekhne ka mauka hamen kabhi kabhi hi milta hai. Aur aisi haseen aurat ko koi nangi dekh le to wo apne dil par kaboo rakh sakta hai kya? Fir bhi jo hua uske liye hum sharminda hain. Aap chaahen to aap pulis me report likha sakti hain. Hum bhaagenge nahin (Ma’am, we apologize to you for the mistakes done by us. But think, we are poor working class men. We rarely get an opportunity to look from up close at a beauty like you. And if someone gets the chance see a beauty like this naked, can he control his heart? Still we are ashamed for what happened. If you want, you can report it to security officer. We will not flee.)”
His words put me in a dilemma. There was a ring of sincerity in his words. I went up to them, kissed both on their cheeks, and left for my home. My mind was in turmoil. I was thinking that if I pass by their garage again, wouldn’t I like to repeat this experience. After all, I had got the best fucking of my life in that garage!
“Aah... kya kasi hui choot hai, memsahib (Aah… What a tight cunt it is, Ma’am.)” Prashant was talking in between his strokes, “Aisi pyari choot ka maza to kismet waalon ko hi milta hai. Isi liye Naresh aap ke oopar se utarne ko taiyyar nahin tha (Only the lucky few get to enjoy such a lovely cunt. That is why Naresh was not ready to dismount you.)”
His thrusts were becoming stronger. I was whimpering, clenching his arms, absorbing his strokes. Bending his head, he sucked my breasts and nipples, without interrupting the in and out movements of his cock. I felt my orgasm looming. He thrusts had become deeper. I was thrashing wildly under him, desperate for release. Prashant seemed to be oblivious to my need. He was going on and on, ramming his cock into my cunt. Unable to wait any longer, I pleaded, “Nikaal do ab ... nikaal do apna pani (Ejaculate now ... shoot you juice.)”
"Theek hai, memsahib (Okay, ma’am)," he grunted. "Ye lo ... aur lo ... ye aur (Take it ... take more ... still more.)"
Mercifully, he erupted inside my pussy, taking me to my orgasm. ... As we lay spent, trying to recover from our joint climax, Naresh said, “The scooty is fixed. And the rain has almost stopped. Ma’am, you can go now if you want.”
Naresh had moved beside us. I checked the clock. It was almost 2 am. I said, “You heard what I told my husband. I am supposed to be in a guest house in the village. So I can’t go home until morning.”
Dismounting from me, Prashant replied, “Ma’am, you can stay here as long as you want.”
Naresh made a move to get up and said, ‘Okay then, I will leave now.”
“Dekhiye ise, memsahib. Khada hua lund le kar ghar jaayega (Look at him, ma’am. He will go home with an erect cock!)” Prashant exclaimed. Turning to Naresh, he continued, “Ghar me memsahib jaisi haseena nahin, teri kaali aur moti beevi milegi. Ja aur chod use (You will find your dark and fat wife at home, not a beauty like ma’am. Go and fuck her!)”
His words made me laugh. I said, “Why don’t you also stay here until morning, Naresh?”
Prashant supported me, “If you stay here, ma’am will probably do something about your erection.”
A few minutes later, Naresh and I were together on the mattress. He had taken his clothes off. I was already naked. He lay down on his back and beckoned to me. I climbed on top of him, took his dick in my cunt and started riding him. He started thrusting upwards. Prashant sat close to us, watching our fucking, and rubbing his dick. After sometime, Naresh took over the responsibility of thrusting. I was enjoying with my face resting on his shoulder. That’s when I felt it, ... something touching my asshole. Surely Prashant wouldn’t.
“Nahin, wahan nahin (No, not there!)” I yelled and tried to shake him off. But he had gripped me strongly.
“Kyon nahin? Agar Naresh aapki doosri bar le sakta hai to main kyon nahin? Aur aapki choot bhari hui hai isliye main to aapki gaand hi le sakta hoon (Why not? If Naresh can take you the second time, why can’t I? And as your cunt is filled up, I can only take your ass!)”
And he applied pressure onto my asshole. It’s not that my asshole hadn’t admitted a cock before. It had. But it had been a while and it was my hubby’s small cock. So it hurt initially. But after a couple of inches had gone it, it was as if my asshole remembered how it is done and relaxed.
It felt weird kind of good that ass-fucking always feels. The pleasure is more mental than physical. I was sandwiched between the two, with Naresh in my pussy and Prashant in my ass. And it felt fulfilling. I was enjoying my first double penetration.
Prashant was besides himself with joy. He was pumping into my ass and exclaiming, “Oh memsahib, aisi pyari gaand maine aaj tak nahin dekhi. Kunwari choot kee tarah kasi hui hai! Naresh, ek bar too bhi memsahib kee gaand mar ke dekh (Oh ma’am, I haven’t seen such a lovely asshole till today. It is as tight as a virgin pussy! Naresh, you should also try ma’am ass once!)”
As it happened, tightness of my asshole overwhelmed Prashant. He didn’t last too long. He shot his load into my asshole and lay panting on top of me. I had a minor orgasm when I felt his cum bathing my bowels but I yearned for more. When Prashant felt my body being heaved by Naresh from below, he got off me and lay down by our side. Naresh kept thrusting from below.
Soon Prashant said to me, “Memsaheb, ek bar ise bhi apni gaand ka maza chakha deejiye. Ye bhi yaad rakhega (Ma’am, give him the joy of your asshole once. He will remember it for ever.)”
I wasn’t averse to offering my asshole to Naresh but the size of his cock was a deterrent. I said, “Prashant, iska bahut bada hai. Main nahin jhel paaoongi (Prashant, his cock is very big. I won’t be able to tolerate it.)”
“Memsaheb, yah achchhi tarah thook laga kar daalega to aapko koi taqleef nahin hogi. Ek bar koshish to keejiye (Ma’am, if he applies spit before inserting his dick, you won’t have any problem. At least, try once.)” said Prashant. He continued, “Naresh, jyada taaqat mat lagaana (Naresh, don’t use too much force.)”
Thus he decided the issue for Naresh and me. I dismounted from Naresh and, somewhat hesitantly, assumed the ass-fuck position - on my knees and elbows. Naresh looked very pleased as he got up and came behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and spat on my asshole forcefully. These crude men were so different from my gentleman husband! As I looked back, Naresh spat on his palm and applied the spit thoroughly on his cock-head. He placed the lubricated head on my slick asshole. I implored him to be gentle even as I braced myself for the attack on my asshole. He pushed it in, inch by inch. Prashant’s cock had made his job easier. It had also made my asshole more receptive. His entry was less painful than I had anticipated. I felt him sinking into my very core.
When he was fully in, I sighed with relief. The worst was over. I asked him to start fucking. He did. He banged harder and harder. The incessant fucking made me moan with pleasure. My lust peaking and ebbing, rising and falling till I could take no more. I came but he was still hammering away. It was a dream fuck, my ass had opened up for him and every pore in my body was screaming with pleasure. I was crying in utmost pleasure, begging him to cum.
Then he came, his cock just grew and grew, my eyes wide in orgasm, I felt like I was floating in air as he burst inside me. I could feel his throbbing cock spit red hot lava in my intestines. Finally when he pulled out, he was as exhausted as I was.
We slept for a while in the closed garage. When I woke up in the morning, my pussy was sore as was my asshole but it was a sweet soreness. Naresh and Prashant went out, looked for my clothes and fortunately brought them back. I got dressed and started my scooty.
As I was about to leave, Naresh and Prashant folded their hands in goodbye and Prashant spoke to me, “Memsaheb, hum se jo galatiyan hui hain unke liye hum aapse maafi maangte hain. Lekin sochiye ham gareeb aur majdoori karne wale log hain. Aap jaisi haseen aurat ko paas se dekhne ka mauka hamen kabhi kabhi hi milta hai. Aur aisi haseen aurat ko koi nangi dekh le to wo apne dil par kaboo rakh sakta hai kya? Fir bhi jo hua uske liye hum sharminda hain. Aap chaahen to aap pulis me report likha sakti hain. Hum bhaagenge nahin (Ma’am, we apologize to you for the mistakes done by us. But think, we are poor working class men. We rarely get an opportunity to look from up close at a beauty like you. And if someone gets the chance see a beauty like this naked, can he control his heart? Still we are ashamed for what happened. If you want, you can report it to security officer. We will not flee.)”
His words put me in a dilemma. There was a ring of sincerity in his words. I went up to them, kissed both on their cheeks, and left for my home. My mind was in turmoil. I was thinking that if I pass by their garage again, wouldn’t I like to repeat this experience. After all, I had got the best fucking of my life in that garage!
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