Village girl Amala (Update : Apr 23)

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After satiating himself with my underarm, Kishore too dug his teeth into my breast. My breasts had never been subjected to this before. Two men sucking my breasts in tandem was not just novel sensation but also extremely arousing. I cradled them as they fed on my breasts, making loud slurping and sucking sounds which accompanied by my sighs and moans created a melody of debauchery.  The temperature in the closed, dimly lit room was rising rapidly. The windows were closed, the dbangs drawn, the fan was off and copious amounts of alcohol had been ingested. All family members are watching us.. My body was getting hotter with each passing second and with each bite into my breast and I could feel their equally hot bodies from their warm breaths and mouths.  

All the lights in the house were switched off and only the dim light near the bar counter was on. The house was eerily quiet except for the loud sounds of smacking lips, slurping tongues and creaking sound of naked skin rubbing against the leather as my body shuffled and writhe.   I sighed, moaned and occasionally a loud gasp escaped my mouth as I felt their teeth brush against my soft and very sensitive skin as they expertly lapped on my breasts.  Ramesh’s hands gently caressed and moved over my belly.   I wasn’t fat by any standard but I was borderline chubby. My hubby loved it, especially holding my soft, fleshy waist and at times also rested his head on my lower belly, calling it his favorite spot. Ramesh’s hand was now caressing his favorite spot.  

My hubby is right in front of me, perhaps watching us peacefully, enjoying the fact that his wife, at this late hour of the night is allowing two young boys  to indulge in the pleasures of her naked form. One of them being her own son makes the scene even more exciting .. It was unknown to him that his daughter Payal was allowing these two crooked boys to touch her pristine body in ways that only he was allowed to touch. But now they are on my wife.. Not just were they touching but also caressing, rubbing, squeezing.   Their eyes had seen what only he had the right to see, their lips and their tongue had touched something that only he had before.  The very breasts that he so loved and sucked on while making love to his wife ; the same breasts  were now being fed to these two men who had conquered her body, leaving behind visible signs of the conquest and plunder.

They had attacked her, invaded her sanctity, defiled her purity, mounted her and had finally broken her body and spirit.   Though she had been forced to sin before but now she was doing it with her own free will. In the morning, she had been invaded repeatedly but now the gates were being opened from the inside allowing the conquerors a walk over. The siege of her mind and body was over, the resistance had faded away and the invaders were now marching onto her freely and she was surrendering to them.  In the radiance of the dim light, I could see a sheath of thick saliva covering my breasts. Their salivating mouths continued sucking and biting my breasts. I knew they would leave my breasts scarred with love bites. Ramesh’s hand had slowly moved down to my pussy and the smoothness with which his thick finger sunk into my pussy, it was obvious how profusely wet and lubricated I was unlike in the morning.  Ramesh finally broke away from my breast. Even though he was wearing my husband’s silk robe, I could see a part of his shimmering hairy chest glimmer in the light. By now it was very hot inside the closed, damp room that we were all sweating.

I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back onto the leather. I had felt their wet hair as they had sucked on my breasts and I was sure that under those silk robe, they were sweating.  While Kishore was still munching on my breast, Ramesh quietly poured a stiff drink in two glasses. Hearing that, Kishore too stopped sucking my breast and took the glass of whiskey. They quietly clinked their glasses and started drinking. Kishore gulped down the drink in one sip while Ramesh took his time, slowly taking one sip at a time, watching me in a dazed yet aroused state. I was naked on the couch, my legs spread apart, my body covered in their saliva and my own sweat. It sure must have been a sight to behold.  “Peeyegi mom?” Ramesh asked.  

I was so thirsty at that moment that I couldn’t refuse the drink. I quietly nodded.  Ramesh poured another drink into his glass and added some water to it. It wasn’t because he was being mindful of my tolerance of neat alcohol but because he didn’t want me to puke and ruin the mood. The moment he handed me the drink I gulped it down like water, unaffected by the sharp taste and smell of the liquor.  Ramesh again poured a drink in the empty glass I had handed over to him and stood up. Still gazing at me, he quietly untied the knot holding his robe together. Once the knot was undone, he gently parted the robe, revealing his thick, long and unbelievably erect cock. Her son’s dick was never this big and this strong.

It pointed straight at me and I could see the thick, uncovered bulbous head its piss slit. It twitched and pulsed as he slowly moved towards me. With the light shining on it at just the perfect angle, his cock looked even more impressive than it was.  Ramesh placed his left foot on the couch, keeping his right foot firmly on the floor. He gently pulled my head from behind towards his crotch. I closed my eyes and just a moment later I felt his phallus brush against my lips. I inhaled his musky pungent aroma which was far more tolerable compared to the morning before his shower.  I looked up at him nervously. He was standing with one hand on his waist, the other holding the drink looking down triumphantly.

Without an iota of resistance, I opened my mouth a little and I felt his cock slid between my lips and touch my tongue. I felt it sliding down my tongue and then slowly slide back. As the tip reached my puckered mouth, it slid back in. I pursed my lips around his thick head, sucking on it, licking the underside. I pushed my mouth, taking an inch more of his cock and then swirled my tongue around the thick cock head and the shaft before taking in an inch further.  I looked up at him drinking whiskey. He didn’t move an inch but allowed me to gently bob my head back and forth on his tool. There was no way I could take him all in and neither did he bother shoving it all in. He simply drank the whiskey and watched me suck his cock.  

The only cock that had ever been in my mouth before was my husband. In fact, it took my husband a few months after our marriage to convince me to go down on him. I did it because it pleased him and not because I was a fan of fellatio. Over the years it had become tolerable enough for me but I had never allowed my husband to cum inside my mouth. Along with anal sex, this was a strict no-go for my husband.  The only other cock or cocks to fuck my mouth are  Kishore and Ramesh now. But now I could not just feel its contours in my mouth but also smell and taste it.  

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kishore slide down to the floor and then shuffle between my legs. I instinctively spread my legs and let him do what he wanted to while I focused on sucking the cock in my mouth.   Ramesh was now gently rocking back and forth, leisurely fucking my mouth. I pulled back. I placed a full lipped, wet kiss on the tip of his cock before lowering my head down to his balls. His massive balls sack hung low and heavy below his thick, long shaft. Out of curiosity, I sniffed them, inhaling the same musky aroma before licking them. I licked them nicely, coating them with a thick layer of my own saliva before popping them in my mouth.  I heard Ramesh groan as his balls rolled inside my mouth. I felt the base of his shaft rub against my nose as I sucked his balls. I pulled back and the balls popped out of my mouth audibly and then kissed his cock along its length before popping the thick head back in my mouth.

I was really surprised at myself. I had never enjoyed fellatio and would have never done it like this with my husband but strangely I was enjoying sucking my son’s cock and even tempted to suck on Kishore’s. Previously, I looked at oral sex as a chore but now I longed to suck it even more.  Even while I was busy sucking Ramesh, his buddy Kishore had gotten occupied with my pussy. He ran his hands gently over my thighs before caressing my pussy, feeling its wetness and slickness. I glanced upon him tasting my juices on the tip of his finger.  “Kya mast choosti hai.” Ramesh said as he firmly placed his hand on the top of my head and started fucking my mouth.  

“Sahi kaha bhai. Aur ab to chut bhi chatne de rahi hai.” Kishore quipped, watching my pussy intently.  “Haan…Tujhe chut chatna bohot pasand hai na. Kabhi chakhi hai itni chikni choot?”  “Nahi Bhai. Yeh badi ghar ki aurate to apne patio ke lulliyo se chudwane mein khush hoti hai. Hum to kachra hai in logo ke liye” Kishore replied as two of his thick fingers entered my pussy making me moan which was muffled by Ramesh’s dick.  “Sahi kaha…inhe nahi pata ki asli maza to hum jaise asli mardo se chudwane mein hai. Aur jab pata chal jata hai to inhe nasha ho jata hai hamare laudo ka.” Ramesh said.  I was hearing all this. Was this how the poor, younger boys think of married  women I wondered.  “Main to pakka bolta hoon…iska pati din mein teen bar chodke raat ko ek aur baar nahi kar payega ” Kishore.  “Haan. Iska pati to ek shot mein hi khatam ho jata hoga.” Ramesh said.  “Usi ko poochte hai….kya tera pati aise chod payega?” Ramesh asked me. 



I looked up, embarrassingly nodded a no and continued sucking his cock.  “Agar kal hi maan jati to acche se chudwa leti..aish karti hamare laudo se” Ramesh said as he grabbed my hair, pulled out and slapped his cock on my lips and cheek as if reprimanding me for defying him earlier. His thick wet, sticky mass of meat slaps on my soft cheeks audibly.   I closed my eyes and tilted my face up just enough, allowing his to slap and rub his cock on my face. I felt his hard, chunky bones lightly slap my cheek and rub against my face, lips and nose splattering them with his manly juices. I felt a depraved sense of satisfaction.   This was far better than his actual slaps, I thought to myself. In another act of disbelief, I looked up at him and opened my mouth before putting my tongue out flat.   “Splat splat splat…” his cock slapped my tongue, droplets of his precum splattered into my eager mouth.

He gently rocked back and forth rubbing the underside of his erection against my raspy tongue. I pressed my tongue against his cock even as he rubbed it, making it ooze a thick drop of precum onto my tongue.   I narrowed by tongue before darting it on his piss slit, making his cock twitch wildly. My probing tongue worked on his piss slit and a little below his cockhead. I took just the tip of his cock between my tightly pursed lips and let my tongue do the magic. I had Ramesh twitching and shuddering in seconds. I flattened my tongue, allowing him to slap and rub his cock on it and he pleased.   Where was all these moves coming from? I thought. I wasn’t least bit enthusiastic about a blowjob and had never tried this trick on my husband and neither had I seen this in a porn movie? Was this the manifestation of the slut deep inside me?  Even as our little play continued,  we kept eye contact.



My upward tilted face allowed me to look straight into his eyes while he looked down with a sense of satisfaction and wonder.  “Maa.. Mere Lund choosne mein maza aa raha hai?” Ramesh asked, still rubbing his cock on my tongue.  “Haa beta” I nodded and managed to utter with an open mouth and a rolled out tongue.  “Agar pehle hi yeh maan jati to mooh tudwane ki bajai chut chudwa rahi hoti.” Kishore added with a chuckle. He was now grinding his thumb against my clit even as his fingers moved in and out of my cunt.  “Kyu itna natak kiya? Kyu itna bawandar machaya?” Ramesh asked me even as my mouth was busy sucking on his balls.  “I am sorry.” Was all I could reply and I quietly got back to sucking his cock. But it did make me think? What if I had let them have their way with me. It would have definitely saved me a lot of physical hurt.   I wondered if I should have submitted.  “Haan sorry to tu hai. Lekin tere sorry kuch kaam ke nahi. Ab tu sabki bharpai karegi. Hum jitna chahe, jaisa chahe chodenge tujhe aur tu chup chaap chudwayei?” Ramesh growled showing me a glimpse of his true self.

Scared, I simply nodded in affirmative and continued pleasing his phallus with my mouth.  I groaned loudly when I felt Kishore’s mouth of my pussy. I stopped sucking Ramesh and threw my head back against the couch as Kishore mounted a precision oral attack on my clit. My body twisted and writhe as he masterfully licked my clit even as his fingers kept fucking my pussy. It was evident that pussy licking was not just his fetish but also his skill.  “Chut chatna bhoola nahi hai tu Teji.” Ramesh chuckled as he watched me moan and groan from the expert cunnilingus.  “Aaaahhh…ohh shit…aaaahhh” I moaned as my thighs pressed his face tightly. It only made him chuckle.  “Badhiya chatata hai na. Maza aa raha hai?” Ramesh asked me.  “Aaah..Haan.. haan..” I managed to reply amidst the pleasure storm.  


Kishore skillfully mixed his moves. He first licked my clit while fingering me, then ran his tongue up and down my entire pussy before sucking on my labia. He then pulled out his fingers and darted his tongue inside my pussy even while his finger expertly flicked my clit.   It was something I had never experienced before even though my husband licked my pussy it was not even close to being this good. My surprise and pleasure was quite clear from my loud moans.  Ramesh then mounted the couch and pushed back my head against the couch. I looked up and opened my mouth as he crouched in front of me. My moans which were coming out of my open mouth muffled the moment Ramesh stuffed his cock inside it. I tightly pursed my lips around his shaft which was almost half way inside my mouth. He then started pushing his hips towards me, fucking my mouth.  In the throes of ecstasy, I had not realized that I was now taking more than half of Ramesh’s unusually long cock and I did it with no problem.

Ramesh pushed down his cock deeper into my mouth and Kishore licked my pussy so well that even my muffled moans grew louder.   My unoccupied hands soon snaked behind   Ramesh and grabbed his taut butt pulling him deeper into my mouth. In just a couple of minutes I was taking almost the entire length of his cock. I could feel it hit the back of my throat and could feel a slight gag building up.  Ramesh too started groaning feeling the tightness of my throat and also in approval of my deep throating him.



And then in one smooth yet forceful shove, Ramesh pushed his cock all the way in. I gagged as I felt his thick pubes brush against my nose but he held on. I coughed and gagged but endured. My mind oblivious to the oral stimulation I was getting below.   A few seconds on, Ramesh relented; he pulled out his cock and I inhaled loudly, coughing and gasping. My eyes teared up and turned red. My chest heaved violently as my lungs try to take in as much air as possible.  

All this made other family members feel horny

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