30-06-2019, 01:03 PM
There, Yaqub and Ramdev took her together again, this time with Ramdev fucking her from behind while she knelt on all fours like a bitch in heat, and Yaqub fucked her face.
They took their time over it, calling her whore and slut and cunt and bitch, taunting her, treating her like they might a two-bit slut in a cheap brothel, and she seemed to love it, moaning and gasping and panting, rocking on her hands and knees between them, reaching back for Ramdev's cock, her avid mouth sucking Yaqub non-stop.
Her breasts looked swollen and heavy and the nipples were rock-hard. Then Bahadur came across, recovered, his cock hardening again, and now she had all three men together.
She turned and took Bahadur's cock in her mouth while Yaqub took her from behind and Ramdev got onto his back under her and began to suck and fondle her pendulous breasts.
Her hand was on his cock, pumping it rapidly, and all three of the men thus took her, their cocks big and hot and angry and wanting only her.
Yaqub suddenly called to Ramdev. "Wanna fuck her ass, cock?"
Ramdev grinned and nodded. Pankaj moaned in despair. Numbly, he stared into the room, uncaring, unseeing, his mind blank as though it had been pulverized.
Inside, Vaishali was in the throes of ecstasy. She lay on her side with Yaqub behind her. He reached around and gripped her breasts, crushing them, kissing her turned face, his cock pressing into the cleft between her smooth buttocks.
"I want your ass, whore," he said in the vernacular.
Her leg rose high and back over his and he parted the lobes of her buttocks and pressed his bulging cock-head to her anus.
She tensed, and he paused, reached around to finger her cunt. Her sphincter yielded and she gasped in joy.
Instantly, he pressed forward and gasped in shock at the heat of her ass. Her face jerked up, screwing up hard in agonised lust, her mouth tearing open. Her cry was loud and shrill and high.
He lifted her buttock and thigh in his hand, gritted his teeth, flexed his taut buttocks and surged powerfully into her with a shuddering cry. She screamed louder, a thin cry that rang in Pankaj's ears.
Yaqub held still inside her, his cock buried deep, his hands squeezing her swollen breasts. Her voice dwindled to a sobbing moan of unmistakable lust.
And then Ramdev. God, no. Not together! Pankaj felt dizzy just watching them. Ramdev lay down in front of her and then his cock-head was at her cunt-lips, forcing them open and slowly squeezing into her cunt-channel.
Vaishali cried out in shock and agony, her twin orifices plugged by the huge cocks and separated by the merest membrane of flesh.
Her cries metamorphosed into loud, shuddering moans as her two servants took her expertly, fucking and buggering her together, their bodies rocking against hers in unison, forcing their cocks into her cunt and anus as one.
Vaishali rocked and moaned between them as the bloated penises sawed rhythmically in and out of her cunt and ass. Then, gentle now, they repositioned themselves, with Yaqub on his back, Vaishali over him, her asshole impaled on his penis and Ramdev kneeling between her thighs, raiding her cunt.
Her mouth opened and instantly Bahadur was there, and she spluttered and gasped, and then began to suck hard as he fucked her face and then there were all three of them, fucking the one teenage girl like a two-bit slut, in unison, her every orifice plugged.
They took her again, one by one, Bahadur fucking her slowly from behind, after she had sucked him, holding her hips and banging his hips against her buttocks, making her moan and rock to and fro, her breasts swinging.
Then Ramdev took her on her back, twisting and spiralling into her, going on and on and on, and then it was Yaqub, impaling her cunt on his dick and bouncing her, her cries pathetic little whimpers of lust as he fondled her swollen, angry breasts, the marks of their fingers on them in angry weals, holding her buttocks and fingering her anus, making her gasp, then yanking her down and sucking on her breasts, hard, making her scream and moan and gasp.
Pankaj's cock burst and he came, splattering his spoot all over the wall and the window sill. Moaning, he collapsed on the steps in a daze. He could not believe what he had seen.
He must have been dreaming. Dazed, he looked in again. Vaishali lay whimpering, spent, on her side, curled up and yet there was a look of such slavish desire on her lips that Pankaj knew that she had wanted every bit of it, that she had enjoyed it all. Pankaj moaned softly and felt the hot tears sting his scalded eyes.
The tangled webs of life kept Vaishali oblivious of Jayant's relationship with Anuja; and the thought of having to uncover the truth and simultaneously abandon her cherished love life filled her with the same dread as him.
When, finally, the truth inevitably was out, Vaishali revelled in her regained sexual freedom...
Mukesh, the new servant, was at the end of his tether. Vaishali was driving him mad with lust. All morning, she had teased him constantly. She did it in a hundred different ways, each apparently innocent; brushing her hand against his thigh, her buttocks across his crotch, pressing a breast to his arm, getting unwontedly close to his body.
Once it might have been a mistake, twice, carelessness; but then she kept doing it, too often for it to be mere coincidence. When he saw her face and the smouldering fire in her eyes, the animal flaring of her nostrils, her intention was plain.
She wanted him to fuck her. He kept hoping as the day dragged on -- it never happened. She continued to torment him. It was driving him crazy. Alone in the kitchen with her now, he looked at her and fought to quell his raging excitement.
Vaishali exuded a soft sexuality and she knew it. Her skin was clear as satin, utterly unflawed, smooth and fair and creamy.
She was slender and lovely, with finely chiselled features, lovely dark, doe-like eyes rimmed with *kajal* , a slim, straight nose and full lips over perfect, even teeth. She wore a long black and gold *mangalsutra* and a gold necklace around her long necklace.
Her sloping breasts were full and high and ripe like succulent fruit. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow and she had bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists.
Her hair was bound in a long, low braid that hung to the curves of her gently rounded buttocks. She wore a small *bindi* in the centre of her forehead with a touch of red in her parting, delicate diamond earrings, a gold bracelet and diamond rings on her second and third fingers.
Her hands and feet were slender and graceful. She wore silver rings on her toes and sexy silver anklets with tiny bells that looped over her slender ankles erotically.
He couldn't take his eyes of her breasts. She wore a simple *sari* in synthetic fibre with a tight, close-cut blouse. The blouse had a plunging scoop neck that rode low on her shoulders.
It showed most of her upper torso and, through the translucent fabric of the pale *sari* , gave him an unimpeded view of the invitingly deep shadow of her cleavage and the swelling of her luscious breasts squeezed together by the tight blouse.
They took their time over it, calling her whore and slut and cunt and bitch, taunting her, treating her like they might a two-bit slut in a cheap brothel, and she seemed to love it, moaning and gasping and panting, rocking on her hands and knees between them, reaching back for Ramdev's cock, her avid mouth sucking Yaqub non-stop.
Her breasts looked swollen and heavy and the nipples were rock-hard. Then Bahadur came across, recovered, his cock hardening again, and now she had all three men together.
She turned and took Bahadur's cock in her mouth while Yaqub took her from behind and Ramdev got onto his back under her and began to suck and fondle her pendulous breasts.
Her hand was on his cock, pumping it rapidly, and all three of the men thus took her, their cocks big and hot and angry and wanting only her.
Yaqub suddenly called to Ramdev. "Wanna fuck her ass, cock?"
Ramdev grinned and nodded. Pankaj moaned in despair. Numbly, he stared into the room, uncaring, unseeing, his mind blank as though it had been pulverized.
Inside, Vaishali was in the throes of ecstasy. She lay on her side with Yaqub behind her. He reached around and gripped her breasts, crushing them, kissing her turned face, his cock pressing into the cleft between her smooth buttocks.
"I want your ass, whore," he said in the vernacular.
Her leg rose high and back over his and he parted the lobes of her buttocks and pressed his bulging cock-head to her anus.
She tensed, and he paused, reached around to finger her cunt. Her sphincter yielded and she gasped in joy.
Instantly, he pressed forward and gasped in shock at the heat of her ass. Her face jerked up, screwing up hard in agonised lust, her mouth tearing open. Her cry was loud and shrill and high.
He lifted her buttock and thigh in his hand, gritted his teeth, flexed his taut buttocks and surged powerfully into her with a shuddering cry. She screamed louder, a thin cry that rang in Pankaj's ears.
Yaqub held still inside her, his cock buried deep, his hands squeezing her swollen breasts. Her voice dwindled to a sobbing moan of unmistakable lust.
And then Ramdev. God, no. Not together! Pankaj felt dizzy just watching them. Ramdev lay down in front of her and then his cock-head was at her cunt-lips, forcing them open and slowly squeezing into her cunt-channel.
Vaishali cried out in shock and agony, her twin orifices plugged by the huge cocks and separated by the merest membrane of flesh.
Her cries metamorphosed into loud, shuddering moans as her two servants took her expertly, fucking and buggering her together, their bodies rocking against hers in unison, forcing their cocks into her cunt and anus as one.
Vaishali rocked and moaned between them as the bloated penises sawed rhythmically in and out of her cunt and ass. Then, gentle now, they repositioned themselves, with Yaqub on his back, Vaishali over him, her asshole impaled on his penis and Ramdev kneeling between her thighs, raiding her cunt.
Her mouth opened and instantly Bahadur was there, and she spluttered and gasped, and then began to suck hard as he fucked her face and then there were all three of them, fucking the one teenage girl like a two-bit slut, in unison, her every orifice plugged.
They took her again, one by one, Bahadur fucking her slowly from behind, after she had sucked him, holding her hips and banging his hips against her buttocks, making her moan and rock to and fro, her breasts swinging.
Then Ramdev took her on her back, twisting and spiralling into her, going on and on and on, and then it was Yaqub, impaling her cunt on his dick and bouncing her, her cries pathetic little whimpers of lust as he fondled her swollen, angry breasts, the marks of their fingers on them in angry weals, holding her buttocks and fingering her anus, making her gasp, then yanking her down and sucking on her breasts, hard, making her scream and moan and gasp.
Pankaj's cock burst and he came, splattering his spoot all over the wall and the window sill. Moaning, he collapsed on the steps in a daze. He could not believe what he had seen.
He must have been dreaming. Dazed, he looked in again. Vaishali lay whimpering, spent, on her side, curled up and yet there was a look of such slavish desire on her lips that Pankaj knew that she had wanted every bit of it, that she had enjoyed it all. Pankaj moaned softly and felt the hot tears sting his scalded eyes.
The tangled webs of life kept Vaishali oblivious of Jayant's relationship with Anuja; and the thought of having to uncover the truth and simultaneously abandon her cherished love life filled her with the same dread as him.
When, finally, the truth inevitably was out, Vaishali revelled in her regained sexual freedom...
Mukesh, the new servant, was at the end of his tether. Vaishali was driving him mad with lust. All morning, she had teased him constantly. She did it in a hundred different ways, each apparently innocent; brushing her hand against his thigh, her buttocks across his crotch, pressing a breast to his arm, getting unwontedly close to his body.
Once it might have been a mistake, twice, carelessness; but then she kept doing it, too often for it to be mere coincidence. When he saw her face and the smouldering fire in her eyes, the animal flaring of her nostrils, her intention was plain.
She wanted him to fuck her. He kept hoping as the day dragged on -- it never happened. She continued to torment him. It was driving him crazy. Alone in the kitchen with her now, he looked at her and fought to quell his raging excitement.
Vaishali exuded a soft sexuality and she knew it. Her skin was clear as satin, utterly unflawed, smooth and fair and creamy.
She was slender and lovely, with finely chiselled features, lovely dark, doe-like eyes rimmed with *kajal* , a slim, straight nose and full lips over perfect, even teeth. She wore a long black and gold *mangalsutra* and a gold necklace around her long necklace.
Her sloping breasts were full and high and ripe like succulent fruit. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow and she had bell-shaped hips, elegant legs and arms with slender ankles and wrists.
Her hair was bound in a long, low braid that hung to the curves of her gently rounded buttocks. She wore a small *bindi* in the centre of her forehead with a touch of red in her parting, delicate diamond earrings, a gold bracelet and diamond rings on her second and third fingers.
Her hands and feet were slender and graceful. She wore silver rings on her toes and sexy silver anklets with tiny bells that looped over her slender ankles erotically.
He couldn't take his eyes of her breasts. She wore a simple *sari* in synthetic fibre with a tight, close-cut blouse. The blouse had a plunging scoop neck that rode low on her shoulders.
It showed most of her upper torso and, through the translucent fabric of the pale *sari* , gave him an unimpeded view of the invitingly deep shadow of her cleavage and the swelling of her luscious breasts squeezed together by the tight blouse.
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