30-06-2019, 02:20 PM
Nisha arched back on her elbows, her head jerking back, tendons popping in her neck, mouth snapping open in a cry of joy as it went in deeper.
"YES .... YES OHHHHHHHHHHH YES!" she cried.
They laughed and Salim rolled his hips under her, twisting his cock in her asshole. She cried out, twisting on his lap, her hands squeezing her breasts frantically. She reached down and clawed her cunt-lips wide open for Aslam.
"C'mon Aslam ... shove it in ... fuck my cunt!" she gasped.
She arched back, opening her legs wide, her knees bent. Beneath her, Salim spread his own thighs, levering her legs wider apart. Aslam got between them and bent over and kissed her, his cock-head at her cunt-lips.
"OHHHH ma ohh! uhhhhOHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as Aslam squeezed his penis into her.
Her body was angled between theirs, her hands on the bed behind her, her arms outstretched on either side of Salim beneath her. Salim reached up and squeezed her breasts, his fingers twining in her *mangalsutra*. She moaned as the hard beads of the necklace rasped across her nipples. Flames of lust rippled through her.
Her shoulders hunched, her body shook, streaming with sweat, and her head fell back at the overpowering pain and ecstasy of the two cocks filling her adjacent orifices. She turned her head and Salim kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
They began to fuck her slowly, their inflamed cocks going in and out of her cunt and ass. They hit a rhythm, both cocks going into her body simultaneously. Nisha felt they would tear her asunder, Aslam's cock reaming up into her cunt, Salim's skewering her anus. In and out they went and her body lurched and jerked and tossed and rose and fell between their pumping, gasping, sweating bodies.
"OhhhUHHOHHUHOHHUHHHAHHYESOHUHHOHHHH!" she cried deliriously.
Superbly coordinated, without missing a beat, they began to fuck her out of synch, Salim coming out of her ass as Aslam lifted her cunt up onto his cock. Then Aslam slid out of her cunt and forced her ass back onto Salim's dick. Aslam bent his head and sucked on her breasts. Salim crushed her swollen breasts under *mangalsutra*.
To their immense delight, she began to orgasm. They moved faster, their cocks thrusting in deeper and harder and she cried out and moaned in excitement as her cunt and ass convulsed on their cocks.
They let her come, and went on fucking her. She whimpered, gasping and moaning, her body on fire. Sweat streamed off her body, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead and upper lip, strands of hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. They paused for a moment, sliding out of her and laid her on her side on the bed and fucked her again, changing positions yet again. Salim lifted her leg high over his hip and jerked his cock hard into her cunt from the front. Now she wanted the other, too, and she clawed her buttocks open and Aslam grunted softly and squeezed his cock-head into her butt.
The two brothers fucked her rapidly now, jerking her body up and down between theirs, their rock hard cocks rasping deeply in and out of her cunt and ass. She moaned deliriously, giddy with lust, her body trembling and shaking.
It was glorious, wonderful sex. Steadily, they fucked her on and on until she burst through the clouds again. This time, both men came, Aslam rocking up into her ass, thudding in deep, his cock quivering and spitting a white-hot load of jizz. Seconds later, his brother rammed into her cunt and exploded, his sticky, warm gunk flooding her cunt and seeping over her thighs. They fell apart, gasping and panting.
"Jeez," Aslam said. "What a fuck!"
"Yeh," his brother gasped. "Never had one like her. Oh man."
Nisha lay between them, panting and gasping, her chest heaving. She moaned softly. Her body tingled and she could feel the warm stickiness of their seed in her cunt and ass, on her thighs and buttocks and breasts, on her face. She began to caress herself dreamily.
"You were wonderful," she murmured. "That was really lovely."
She stretched either hand and squeezed their cocks affectionately.
"Was I worth your money?" she giggled.
"Every damn penny," Aslam growled. "Every *naya paisa*."
"Don't you want more?"
The twins propped themselves up on their elbows and grinned at her. They squeezed her breasts.
"You want more?" Salim asked.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"How d'you want it?"
"One at a time now."
"Where?" said Aslam.
"Shall I tell you?"
"Yeah."
"I want to suck your cocks again. I want to eat your gunk. Both of you."
At the door, Anil grinned and watched as his wife sucked them off one by one, kneeling before them. Her head rocked back and forth between their thighs, their tools in her hands, her tongue and lips lasciviously on their cocks.
They fucked her mouths steadily and both came in her mouth, shooting thick loads of jizz down her throat, spattering her breasts and face with their seed.
At last they were done. They thanked her, kissing her gently and got dressed. Anil shook their hands and they thanked him. He handed them a small package.
"What's this?"
"A small token of our appreciation for your custom," Anil smiled. "A videotape."
"What of?"
"Of this afternoon."
Aslam and Salim looked at each other and laughed. This was a real pleasure. They thanked Anil again and left, chuckling happily.
"Okay, bitch, get cleaned up," Anil snapped at Nisha who still lay on the bed. "Your next client is here."
"How much has he paid?"
"Fifteen."
Nisha nodded. She went to the bathroom, showered and douched, and dressed in a fresh *sari*. When she returned to the bedroom, Anil had laid out fresh sheets and her next client was waiting for her already, a handsome young man with sharp features. Nisha smiled and walked across to him. She knew him well. He was a regular customer.
"Hello, Naresh," she said softly and, without another word knelt before him and unzipped his trousers and buried her face in his crotch, greedily swallowing his cock. She never tired of sex.
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"YES .... YES OHHHHHHHHHHH YES!" she cried.
They laughed and Salim rolled his hips under her, twisting his cock in her asshole. She cried out, twisting on his lap, her hands squeezing her breasts frantically. She reached down and clawed her cunt-lips wide open for Aslam.
"C'mon Aslam ... shove it in ... fuck my cunt!" she gasped.
She arched back, opening her legs wide, her knees bent. Beneath her, Salim spread his own thighs, levering her legs wider apart. Aslam got between them and bent over and kissed her, his cock-head at her cunt-lips.
"OHHHH ma ohh! uhhhhOHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as Aslam squeezed his penis into her.
Her body was angled between theirs, her hands on the bed behind her, her arms outstretched on either side of Salim beneath her. Salim reached up and squeezed her breasts, his fingers twining in her *mangalsutra*. She moaned as the hard beads of the necklace rasped across her nipples. Flames of lust rippled through her.
Her shoulders hunched, her body shook, streaming with sweat, and her head fell back at the overpowering pain and ecstasy of the two cocks filling her adjacent orifices. She turned her head and Salim kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
They began to fuck her slowly, their inflamed cocks going in and out of her cunt and ass. They hit a rhythm, both cocks going into her body simultaneously. Nisha felt they would tear her asunder, Aslam's cock reaming up into her cunt, Salim's skewering her anus. In and out they went and her body lurched and jerked and tossed and rose and fell between their pumping, gasping, sweating bodies.
"OhhhUHHOHHUHOHHUHHHAHHYESOHUHHOHHHH!" she cried deliriously.
Superbly coordinated, without missing a beat, they began to fuck her out of synch, Salim coming out of her ass as Aslam lifted her cunt up onto his cock. Then Aslam slid out of her cunt and forced her ass back onto Salim's dick. Aslam bent his head and sucked on her breasts. Salim crushed her swollen breasts under *mangalsutra*.
To their immense delight, she began to orgasm. They moved faster, their cocks thrusting in deeper and harder and she cried out and moaned in excitement as her cunt and ass convulsed on their cocks.
They let her come, and went on fucking her. She whimpered, gasping and moaning, her body on fire. Sweat streamed off her body, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead and upper lip, strands of hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. They paused for a moment, sliding out of her and laid her on her side on the bed and fucked her again, changing positions yet again. Salim lifted her leg high over his hip and jerked his cock hard into her cunt from the front. Now she wanted the other, too, and she clawed her buttocks open and Aslam grunted softly and squeezed his cock-head into her butt.
The two brothers fucked her rapidly now, jerking her body up and down between theirs, their rock hard cocks rasping deeply in and out of her cunt and ass. She moaned deliriously, giddy with lust, her body trembling and shaking.
It was glorious, wonderful sex. Steadily, they fucked her on and on until she burst through the clouds again. This time, both men came, Aslam rocking up into her ass, thudding in deep, his cock quivering and spitting a white-hot load of jizz. Seconds later, his brother rammed into her cunt and exploded, his sticky, warm gunk flooding her cunt and seeping over her thighs. They fell apart, gasping and panting.
"Jeez," Aslam said. "What a fuck!"
"Yeh," his brother gasped. "Never had one like her. Oh man."
Nisha lay between them, panting and gasping, her chest heaving. She moaned softly. Her body tingled and she could feel the warm stickiness of their seed in her cunt and ass, on her thighs and buttocks and breasts, on her face. She began to caress herself dreamily.
"You were wonderful," she murmured. "That was really lovely."
She stretched either hand and squeezed their cocks affectionately.
"Was I worth your money?" she giggled.
"Every damn penny," Aslam growled. "Every *naya paisa*."
"Don't you want more?"
The twins propped themselves up on their elbows and grinned at her. They squeezed her breasts.
"You want more?" Salim asked.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"How d'you want it?"
"One at a time now."
"Where?" said Aslam.
"Shall I tell you?"
"Yeah."
"I want to suck your cocks again. I want to eat your gunk. Both of you."
At the door, Anil grinned and watched as his wife sucked them off one by one, kneeling before them. Her head rocked back and forth between their thighs, their tools in her hands, her tongue and lips lasciviously on their cocks.
They fucked her mouths steadily and both came in her mouth, shooting thick loads of jizz down her throat, spattering her breasts and face with their seed.
At last they were done. They thanked her, kissing her gently and got dressed. Anil shook their hands and they thanked him. He handed them a small package.
"What's this?"
"A small token of our appreciation for your custom," Anil smiled. "A videotape."
"What of?"
"Of this afternoon."
Aslam and Salim looked at each other and laughed. This was a real pleasure. They thanked Anil again and left, chuckling happily.
"Okay, bitch, get cleaned up," Anil snapped at Nisha who still lay on the bed. "Your next client is here."
"How much has he paid?"
"Fifteen."
Nisha nodded. She went to the bathroom, showered and douched, and dressed in a fresh *sari*. When she returned to the bedroom, Anil had laid out fresh sheets and her next client was waiting for her already, a handsome young man with sharp features. Nisha smiled and walked across to him. She knew him well. He was a regular customer.
"Hello, Naresh," she said softly and, without another word knelt before him and unzipped his trousers and buried her face in his crotch, greedily swallowing his cock. She never tired of sex.
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