02-07-2019, 02:34 PM
'Okay, men. Ready?' Mr. Malik said.
'Ready!' they all replied.
Ajay, I couldn't believe it. They starting masturbating. That's right! Beating off! Right there in front of me and each other. All seven of them. They were sort of at the side of the bed and I could turn my head and see them. They were all pounding their puds, laughing and teasing each other like junior high kids. I think they had more fun doing a circle jerk than fucking me. Well, at least that one time.
I was so disappointed. I wanted all those hard cocks up my sweet slue. But I was not so disappointed I didn't play with myself. I want you to know my hands were busy on my pussy. Then one of them groaned and grabbed the funnel. He stuck his dick in it and squirted his cum into the funnel. Do you know why?"
"Tell me."
"I will. As each one was ready to shoot, he grabbed the funnel and shot into it. Ajay, they filled that funnel with hot, fresh, man cum.
'Okay, Madhu. Stick a finger in it and stir it all up. We want every sperm to have an equal chance at impregnating you,' Mr. Malik said.
Ajay, talk about slutty! I stirred up all the sperm in the funnel, making it swirl round and round. When Mr. Malik pulled the funnel away, I sucked my finger clean. Think of it. The cum of seven men on my finger and in my mouth at once.
Oh, Ajay. Then, one of the men held the lips to my pussy open and Mr. Malik eased the funnel into me. I could feel its plastic hardness nudge my cervix.
'Number one, in the chute,' Mr. Malik said and turned the valve.
I orgasmed. Yes, I did. Just from the feel of all that sperm running into me, just from knowing I was going to get pregnant. It felt so good. They let the funnel drain and eased it out. Then, they sealed my pussy with my comb again.
'Madhu, lay there for a while. We'll come back for you,' Mr. Malik said.
They shut off the light and left me there. I started to cry I was so happy. Not only was I tied to the bed with my legs up and opened like the good slut I am, but the sperm of seven men were trapped in my pussy fighting for the chance to make me pregnant. I could almost feel all those sperm in me, Ajay."
I had to admit that the way Mr. Malik used the funnel to put the sperm in Madhu would most certainly make the bet very fair. Every man's sperm stood an equal chance of getting my Madhu pregnant. I wondered which one would win. She must have wondered the same thing.
"You know, Ajay, as I lay there, feeling all that cum in my sealed pussy, knowing one of those men's sperm was impregnating me at that very moment, I tired to envision what the child would look like. I knew each of the men. I tried to see what blend of my genes and his would be in a baby. Well, with seven different men from six different ethnic groups, it would take a computer to try to determine what the baby would look like.
Then, I realized I didn't care. I really didn't. I just wanted a healthy, happy baby."
"Me, too, Madhu. Me, too."
"Oh, I love you, Ajay."
She held onto me tightly, her head on my shoulder. I held her, too, as we just enjoyed each other and the moment.
"In about half an hour, the door opened and Mr. Basu came in. He was the Oriental whose sperm was in me. He released my ankles and neck and led me by the hand into the other room. Migod, there were naked men everywhere. The club has a hot tub and whirlpool, a billiard room, a TV room and reading room and a card room, as well as a big kitchen and dining room.
Ajay, every one of the men was naked. Mr. Basu gave me a tour of the club facilities, introducing me to all the men. As I met each one of them, they kissed me and played with my tits, so by the time I had met all of them, I was very much in need of a few orgasms.
Damn, Ajay, you are so hard. I just love that."
"Keep talking."
"There were two other women, but they were dressed. He told me they would cook and serve the food and drinks, but not participate in the sex.
That's when I knew I was getting ready for more fucking then I ever had in my life. I was quivering thinking about all those cocks in me. Think of it. Mr. Basu told me there were twenty-five of them. Twenty-five. My head was reeling.
As I walked, I could feel all that cum and my own juices sloshing around in my pussy. It felt so strange and so good. When we returned to the big room, Mr. Malik and Mr. Basu helped me stand on the poker table. All the men gathered around. They were all staring at me, Ajay. Me! At my tits! And, my pussy! I was displayed like prime merchandise, like a champion slut.
'Ready!' they all replied.
Ajay, I couldn't believe it. They starting masturbating. That's right! Beating off! Right there in front of me and each other. All seven of them. They were sort of at the side of the bed and I could turn my head and see them. They were all pounding their puds, laughing and teasing each other like junior high kids. I think they had more fun doing a circle jerk than fucking me. Well, at least that one time.
I was so disappointed. I wanted all those hard cocks up my sweet slue. But I was not so disappointed I didn't play with myself. I want you to know my hands were busy on my pussy. Then one of them groaned and grabbed the funnel. He stuck his dick in it and squirted his cum into the funnel. Do you know why?"
"Tell me."
"I will. As each one was ready to shoot, he grabbed the funnel and shot into it. Ajay, they filled that funnel with hot, fresh, man cum.
'Okay, Madhu. Stick a finger in it and stir it all up. We want every sperm to have an equal chance at impregnating you,' Mr. Malik said.
Ajay, talk about slutty! I stirred up all the sperm in the funnel, making it swirl round and round. When Mr. Malik pulled the funnel away, I sucked my finger clean. Think of it. The cum of seven men on my finger and in my mouth at once.
Oh, Ajay. Then, one of the men held the lips to my pussy open and Mr. Malik eased the funnel into me. I could feel its plastic hardness nudge my cervix.
'Number one, in the chute,' Mr. Malik said and turned the valve.
I orgasmed. Yes, I did. Just from the feel of all that sperm running into me, just from knowing I was going to get pregnant. It felt so good. They let the funnel drain and eased it out. Then, they sealed my pussy with my comb again.
'Madhu, lay there for a while. We'll come back for you,' Mr. Malik said.
They shut off the light and left me there. I started to cry I was so happy. Not only was I tied to the bed with my legs up and opened like the good slut I am, but the sperm of seven men were trapped in my pussy fighting for the chance to make me pregnant. I could almost feel all those sperm in me, Ajay."
I had to admit that the way Mr. Malik used the funnel to put the sperm in Madhu would most certainly make the bet very fair. Every man's sperm stood an equal chance of getting my Madhu pregnant. I wondered which one would win. She must have wondered the same thing.
"You know, Ajay, as I lay there, feeling all that cum in my sealed pussy, knowing one of those men's sperm was impregnating me at that very moment, I tired to envision what the child would look like. I knew each of the men. I tried to see what blend of my genes and his would be in a baby. Well, with seven different men from six different ethnic groups, it would take a computer to try to determine what the baby would look like.
Then, I realized I didn't care. I really didn't. I just wanted a healthy, happy baby."
"Me, too, Madhu. Me, too."
"Oh, I love you, Ajay."
She held onto me tightly, her head on my shoulder. I held her, too, as we just enjoyed each other and the moment.
"In about half an hour, the door opened and Mr. Basu came in. He was the Oriental whose sperm was in me. He released my ankles and neck and led me by the hand into the other room. Migod, there were naked men everywhere. The club has a hot tub and whirlpool, a billiard room, a TV room and reading room and a card room, as well as a big kitchen and dining room.
Ajay, every one of the men was naked. Mr. Basu gave me a tour of the club facilities, introducing me to all the men. As I met each one of them, they kissed me and played with my tits, so by the time I had met all of them, I was very much in need of a few orgasms.
Damn, Ajay, you are so hard. I just love that."
"Keep talking."
"There were two other women, but they were dressed. He told me they would cook and serve the food and drinks, but not participate in the sex.
That's when I knew I was getting ready for more fucking then I ever had in my life. I was quivering thinking about all those cocks in me. Think of it. Mr. Basu told me there were twenty-five of them. Twenty-five. My head was reeling.
As I walked, I could feel all that cum and my own juices sloshing around in my pussy. It felt so strange and so good. When we returned to the big room, Mr. Malik and Mr. Basu helped me stand on the poker table. All the men gathered around. They were all staring at me, Ajay. Me! At my tits! And, my pussy! I was displayed like prime merchandise, like a champion slut.
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