24-02-2025, 01:16 AM
"I want to watch you two," he said, his voice gruff with desire.
Shanti and I looked at each other, our eyes speaking volumes of the shared excitement and trepidation we both felt. Without a word, we leaned in and kissed again, our tongues dancing in a silent agreement to give the men their show.
Gurnam and Pappu watched us with rapt attention, their cocks already hardening again at the sight of two women about to engage in a passionate embrace. I reached up to cup Shanti's breasts, feeling the heat of her skin and the firmness of her nipples as they stiffened under my touch. She gasped, and I felt a thrill run through me as I realized I had the power to make her feel this way.
We both stood up, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling as we kissed deeply. Our tongues danced around each other's, exploring every inch of our mouths. I felt her hand slide down my back, caressing my ass before reaching between my legs. Her fingers slid into my wet folds, and I moaned into her mouth, feeling a jolt of pleasure.
Our kiss grew more urgent as she began to finger me, her nails lightly scbanging my clit as she found the right rhythm. Pappu and Gurnam watched us, their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves as we touched each other. They were both fully erect again, and I could feel their eyes on us, devouring our every move.
Shanti's touch was surprisingly tender, her movements skillful despite her inexperience. I had never been with a woman before, but something about the situation made it feel incredibly right. Her fingers danced around my clit, teasing it before sliding down to my wet entrance. She pushed a finger inside me, and I gasped, breaking the kiss to let out a soft moan. She looked into my eyes, her expression a mix of curiosity and excitement, as if she was discovering something new about herself as well.
Gurnam and Pappu's eyes were glued to us, their strokes becoming more deliberate as they watched our intimate dance. I reached down and grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to my clit, showing her the exact spot that made me go wild. She took the cue and began to rub me in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned into her touch, my body responding in ways I had never imagined.
Shanti's eyes searched mine for approval, and I nodded, encouraging her to continue. With a newfound confidence, she pushed another finger inside me, and the sensation was electric. I had never felt anything so intense, so raw. My hips began to move, matching her rhythm as she explored my depths. Our kiss grew sloppier, more desperate as we both approached the edge of something new and uncharted.
Her thumb pressed harder on my clit, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm build deep within me. My body trembled as she touched me, and I knew that this was not just a performance for the men; it was an honest exploration of my sexuality. Despite identifying as straight, I couldn't deny the pleasure that Shanti's touch brought me. It was a revelation that shook me to my core, but in that moment, all I could focus on was the feeling of her hand on my body.
I leaned into her, pushing her down onto the couch, our mouths never breaking contact. Our tongues danced around each other as we shifted positions, moving into a 69. I could feel her breath hot on my pussy as she took over, her mouth watering as she looked down at me. The anticipation was exquisite, and I felt a thrill run through me as she lowered her head, her tongue tentatively touching my clit. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and I couldn't help but moan into her pussy.
Her taste was sweet and musky, and I found myself lost in the moment as I lapped at her juices. She was wet, so wet, and I could feel her body shaking with need as I pleasured her. Our hips rocked in sync, our moans muffled by the other's mouth. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness and her heat. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand as she took me deeper.
Gurnam and Pappu had moved closer, their stroking hands moving in time with our movements. They watched us with hungry eyes, their cocks standing tall and proud. The room was alive with the sound of our moans and the smell of our arousal. It was a symphony of desire, a crescendo of lust that had been building since the moment we stepped into the garage.
Shanti's mouth closed around my clit, sucking it gently before flicking it with her tongue. The sensation was unbearable, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my body begging for release. I focused on her taste, her sweetness mixing with the saltiness of my own juices, and the feeling of her tongue against my sensitive flesh.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body, making me scream out her name. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I gripped her head, holding her in place as she continued to lick and suck me through the intense contractions. Her own moans grew louder, and I could feel her pussy tighten around my mouth, her hips bucking against my face.
As the waves of pleasure began to recede, I pulled back and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth a perfect 'O' as she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax. I watched as Pappu stroked himself faster, his eyes locked on the sight of his wife's best friend's mouth on my pussy. Gurnam was equally lost in the moment, his hand moving rapidly over his shaft.
With a final, desperate moan, Shanti's orgasm subsided, and she looked up at me with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. She had never experienced anything like this before, and the look in her eyes told me that she liked it more than she cared to admit.
Gurnam and Pappu, unable to resist the temptation any longer, stepped closer to us, their cocks standing tall and proud. Gurnam's gaze was hungry as he looked down at me, and without a word, he lifted me off the couch, placing me on the work bench. He spread my legs wide, and I felt a thrill of anticipation as he positioned himself at my entrance. His cock was thick and hard, and I knew that I was about to be filled once again.
Meanwhile, Pappu had moved behind Shanti, who was still on her knees, catching her breath from her own intense orgasm. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. She let out a gasp as he filled her, and I watched as she leaned back into his embrace, her eyes closed in pleasure.
Gurnam looked at me, his eyes dark with lust, and thrust into me without warning. I gasped, my body tightening around his shaft. The feeling was exquisite, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. His movements were fast and demanding, and I could feel the pressure building within me again.
Shanti and Pappu had found their rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I watched in the mirror on the wall as Pappu's cock disappeared inside her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. The sight was intoxicating, and I found myself getting lost in the moment, my own moans growing louder.
"You like watching them, don't you?" Gurnam whispered in my ear, his teeth grazing my neck as he fucked me hard. I nodded, unable to form coherent words as his cock hit my g-spot with every stroke. "You're such a dirty little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
I moaned in response, my eyes locked on the reflection of Pappu and Shanti fucking in the mirror. The sight of her taking him, her body writhing in pleasure, only added to my own arousal. Gurnam's cock was relentless, filling me completely and stretching me in the most delicious way. I felt a second orgasm building, the pressure in my core growing stronger with every passing second.
The room was a blur of flesh and pleasure as we all moved in sync, our bodies a tapestry of desire. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with each thrust.
"Fuck, you're tight," Gurnam grunted as he pounded into me. I could feel his cock swelling even larger as he approached his own climax. Shanti's moans grew more desperate as Pappu's thrusts grew harder and faster, his hand tightening on her hair, pulling her back to arch her back and give him deeper access.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the garage, punctuated by our gasps and moans. I knew we were all close, and the anticipation was driving me wild. Then, with a final, powerful thrust, Gurnam buried himself deep inside me, his warm cum filling me up. I screamed in pleasure, my body spasming around his shaft as I reached my peak.
At the same time, I watched Shanti's body tense up in the mirror as Pappu's grip tightened on her hips. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, and I knew she was experiencing the same intense pleasure that I was. Pappu grunted, and I felt the warmth of his cum as it shot into her pussy. We all collapsed into a panting, sweaty heap on the floor, our bodies tangled together.
As the aftershocks of our orgasms subsided, we lay there, panting and spent. Gurnam leaned over and kissed me softly on the forehead before pulling out of me and standing up. His cock, still semi-hard, glistened with a mix of our juices. Shanti looked at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with satisfaction. Despite the guilt that tried to worm its way into my consciousness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, a thrill from the shared experience we had just had.
Pappu withdrew from Shanti and she too stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intense fucking she had just endured. . Gurnam handed me a towel and I took it gratefully, using it to wipe away the sweat and cum that covered my face and chest.
"You two were amazing," Pappu said, his voice filled with awe and lust.
"Yes, you both were," Gurnam agreed, his cock still semi-hard as he watched us struggle to get up.
"I hope this took care of our payment for the car repair" i giggled weakly, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm.
"Oh, it did, more than enough," Pappu said with a leer, licking his lips as he zipped up his pants.
Gurnam nodded in agreement, his own eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Now, let's get you home to your husband."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the mention of Arjun, but I quickly shoved it aside. . With trembling legs, I made my way to the tap in the corner of the garage, turning on the cold water and letting it cascade over my sweat-drenched body. The coolness was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered from our tryst.
As the water washed away the evidence of our encounter, I took a moment to catch my breath, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Yet, as I looked at Gurnam and Pappu, I couldn't find it in myself to feel anything but a strange mix of satisfaction and excitement.
With a final shiver from the cold water, I turned it off and dried myself. I slipped into my clothes, which felt almost foreign after being bare for so long. Gurnam handed me my purse and phone, his gaze lingering on my body as if he could still see the evidence of our encounter. I forced a smile, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt that stabbed at my heart. "Thank you for everything," I murmured, my voice still thick with lust.
The drive home was a blur, my thoughts racing. The car's engine hummed beneath me, a stark reminder of the price I had paid for its repair.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fields as I navigated the familiar roads. The scent of fresh hay and diesel lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the musky scent of sex that still clung to my skin. I couldn't help but touch my still-sensitive breasts, the ache between my legs reminding me of the raw pleasure that had been wrung from my body.
As the city came into view, my heart began to race. I knew that Arjun would be waiting for me, expecting answers, and all I had to offer were lies. .
Shanti and I looked at each other, our eyes speaking volumes of the shared excitement and trepidation we both felt. Without a word, we leaned in and kissed again, our tongues dancing in a silent agreement to give the men their show.
Gurnam and Pappu watched us with rapt attention, their cocks already hardening again at the sight of two women about to engage in a passionate embrace. I reached up to cup Shanti's breasts, feeling the heat of her skin and the firmness of her nipples as they stiffened under my touch. She gasped, and I felt a thrill run through me as I realized I had the power to make her feel this way.
We both stood up, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling as we kissed deeply. Our tongues danced around each other's, exploring every inch of our mouths. I felt her hand slide down my back, caressing my ass before reaching between my legs. Her fingers slid into my wet folds, and I moaned into her mouth, feeling a jolt of pleasure.
Our kiss grew more urgent as she began to finger me, her nails lightly scbanging my clit as she found the right rhythm. Pappu and Gurnam watched us, their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves as we touched each other. They were both fully erect again, and I could feel their eyes on us, devouring our every move.
Shanti's touch was surprisingly tender, her movements skillful despite her inexperience. I had never been with a woman before, but something about the situation made it feel incredibly right. Her fingers danced around my clit, teasing it before sliding down to my wet entrance. She pushed a finger inside me, and I gasped, breaking the kiss to let out a soft moan. She looked into my eyes, her expression a mix of curiosity and excitement, as if she was discovering something new about herself as well.
Gurnam and Pappu's eyes were glued to us, their strokes becoming more deliberate as they watched our intimate dance. I reached down and grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to my clit, showing her the exact spot that made me go wild. She took the cue and began to rub me in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned into her touch, my body responding in ways I had never imagined.
Shanti's eyes searched mine for approval, and I nodded, encouraging her to continue. With a newfound confidence, she pushed another finger inside me, and the sensation was electric. I had never felt anything so intense, so raw. My hips began to move, matching her rhythm as she explored my depths. Our kiss grew sloppier, more desperate as we both approached the edge of something new and uncharted.
Her thumb pressed harder on my clit, and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm build deep within me. My body trembled as she touched me, and I knew that this was not just a performance for the men; it was an honest exploration of my sexuality. Despite identifying as straight, I couldn't deny the pleasure that Shanti's touch brought me. It was a revelation that shook me to my core, but in that moment, all I could focus on was the feeling of her hand on my body.
I leaned into her, pushing her down onto the couch, our mouths never breaking contact. Our tongues danced around each other as we shifted positions, moving into a 69. I could feel her breath hot on my pussy as she took over, her mouth watering as she looked down at me. The anticipation was exquisite, and I felt a thrill run through me as she lowered her head, her tongue tentatively touching my clit. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and I couldn't help but moan into her pussy.
Her taste was sweet and musky, and I found myself lost in the moment as I lapped at her juices. She was wet, so wet, and I could feel her body shaking with need as I pleasured her. Our hips rocked in sync, our moans muffled by the other's mouth. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness and her heat. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand as she took me deeper.
Gurnam and Pappu had moved closer, their stroking hands moving in time with our movements. They watched us with hungry eyes, their cocks standing tall and proud. The room was alive with the sound of our moans and the smell of our arousal. It was a symphony of desire, a crescendo of lust that had been building since the moment we stepped into the garage.
Shanti's mouth closed around my clit, sucking it gently before flicking it with her tongue. The sensation was unbearable, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my body begging for release. I focused on her taste, her sweetness mixing with the saltiness of my own juices, and the feeling of her tongue against my sensitive flesh.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body, making me scream out her name. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I gripped her head, holding her in place as she continued to lick and suck me through the intense contractions. Her own moans grew louder, and I could feel her pussy tighten around my mouth, her hips bucking against my face.
As the waves of pleasure began to recede, I pulled back and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth a perfect 'O' as she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax. I watched as Pappu stroked himself faster, his eyes locked on the sight of his wife's best friend's mouth on my pussy. Gurnam was equally lost in the moment, his hand moving rapidly over his shaft.
With a final, desperate moan, Shanti's orgasm subsided, and she looked up at me with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. She had never experienced anything like this before, and the look in her eyes told me that she liked it more than she cared to admit.
Gurnam and Pappu, unable to resist the temptation any longer, stepped closer to us, their cocks standing tall and proud. Gurnam's gaze was hungry as he looked down at me, and without a word, he lifted me off the couch, placing me on the work bench. He spread my legs wide, and I felt a thrill of anticipation as he positioned himself at my entrance. His cock was thick and hard, and I knew that I was about to be filled once again.
Meanwhile, Pappu had moved behind Shanti, who was still on her knees, catching her breath from her own intense orgasm. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. She let out a gasp as he filled her, and I watched as she leaned back into his embrace, her eyes closed in pleasure.
Gurnam looked at me, his eyes dark with lust, and thrust into me without warning. I gasped, my body tightening around his shaft. The feeling was exquisite, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. His movements were fast and demanding, and I could feel the pressure building within me again.
Shanti and Pappu had found their rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I watched in the mirror on the wall as Pappu's cock disappeared inside her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. The sight was intoxicating, and I found myself getting lost in the moment, my own moans growing louder.
"You like watching them, don't you?" Gurnam whispered in my ear, his teeth grazing my neck as he fucked me hard. I nodded, unable to form coherent words as his cock hit my g-spot with every stroke. "You're such a dirty little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
I moaned in response, my eyes locked on the reflection of Pappu and Shanti fucking in the mirror. The sight of her taking him, her body writhing in pleasure, only added to my own arousal. Gurnam's cock was relentless, filling me completely and stretching me in the most delicious way. I felt a second orgasm building, the pressure in my core growing stronger with every passing second.
The room was a blur of flesh and pleasure as we all moved in sync, our bodies a tapestry of desire. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with each thrust.
"Fuck, you're tight," Gurnam grunted as he pounded into me. I could feel his cock swelling even larger as he approached his own climax. Shanti's moans grew more desperate as Pappu's thrusts grew harder and faster, his hand tightening on her hair, pulling her back to arch her back and give him deeper access.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the garage, punctuated by our gasps and moans. I knew we were all close, and the anticipation was driving me wild. Then, with a final, powerful thrust, Gurnam buried himself deep inside me, his warm cum filling me up. I screamed in pleasure, my body spasming around his shaft as I reached my peak.
At the same time, I watched Shanti's body tense up in the mirror as Pappu's grip tightened on her hips. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, and I knew she was experiencing the same intense pleasure that I was. Pappu grunted, and I felt the warmth of his cum as it shot into her pussy. We all collapsed into a panting, sweaty heap on the floor, our bodies tangled together.
As the aftershocks of our orgasms subsided, we lay there, panting and spent. Gurnam leaned over and kissed me softly on the forehead before pulling out of me and standing up. His cock, still semi-hard, glistened with a mix of our juices. Shanti looked at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with satisfaction. Despite the guilt that tried to worm its way into my consciousness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, a thrill from the shared experience we had just had.
Pappu withdrew from Shanti and she too stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intense fucking she had just endured. . Gurnam handed me a towel and I took it gratefully, using it to wipe away the sweat and cum that covered my face and chest.
"You two were amazing," Pappu said, his voice filled with awe and lust.
"Yes, you both were," Gurnam agreed, his cock still semi-hard as he watched us struggle to get up.
"I hope this took care of our payment for the car repair" i giggled weakly, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm.
"Oh, it did, more than enough," Pappu said with a leer, licking his lips as he zipped up his pants.
Gurnam nodded in agreement, his own eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Now, let's get you home to your husband."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the mention of Arjun, but I quickly shoved it aside. . With trembling legs, I made my way to the tap in the corner of the garage, turning on the cold water and letting it cascade over my sweat-drenched body. The coolness was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered from our tryst.
As the water washed away the evidence of our encounter, I took a moment to catch my breath, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Yet, as I looked at Gurnam and Pappu, I couldn't find it in myself to feel anything but a strange mix of satisfaction and excitement.
With a final shiver from the cold water, I turned it off and dried myself. I slipped into my clothes, which felt almost foreign after being bare for so long. Gurnam handed me my purse and phone, his gaze lingering on my body as if he could still see the evidence of our encounter. I forced a smile, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt that stabbed at my heart. "Thank you for everything," I murmured, my voice still thick with lust.
The drive home was a blur, my thoughts racing. The car's engine hummed beneath me, a stark reminder of the price I had paid for its repair.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fields as I navigated the familiar roads. The scent of fresh hay and diesel lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the musky scent of sex that still clung to my skin. I couldn't help but touch my still-sensitive breasts, the ache between my legs reminding me of the raw pleasure that had been wrung from my body.
As the city came into view, my heart began to race. I knew that Arjun would be waiting for me, expecting answers, and all I had to offer were lies. .
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