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Riya’s Honeymoon Adventure
My name is John, and my wife's name is Riya. We got married just one month ago in an arranged marriage. She's a homely housewife with a killer figure—36-27-37, just like the Tamil actress Meena, all curves in the right places. Now, we're off on our honeymoon to Ooty. We left early in the morning from my home in my car. It's about a six-hour drive.
After checking into our hotel, we freshened up and grabbed some lunch. Then, we took a short drive into a nearby forest area. I've always fantasized about fucking Riya out in the wild, surrounded by trees and fresh air. So, I parked the car and we walked about 15 minutes deep into the woods, away from any paths.
Once we were alone, I turned to her, my cock already twitching in my pants. 'Riya, baby, give me a blowjob right here,' I said, my voice thick with lust. She looked at me like I was insane—her big eyes wide, cheeks flushing—but I begged her, over and over, until she finally nodded. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees on the soft forest floor. Her saree bunched up around her thighs, exposing her smooth, tanned legs.
I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down, my cock springing free. It's 3 inches when soft, but it hardens to a solid 5 inches. Right now, it was rock-hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Riya stared at it for a second, then I grabbed a fistful of her silky black hair and guided her mouth forward. Her soft lips parted, and I thrust my cock inside, feeling the warm, wet heat envelop me.
I held her head steady and started fucking her mouth slow at first, sliding in and out, her tongue swirling around the shaft involuntarily. 'That's it, suck it good,' I groaned, the thrill of the outdoors making every sensation sharper. After a minute, I gripped her hair tighter, pushing deeper, forcing more of my length down her throat. She gagged a little, her eyes watering, but I didn't stop. I picked up the pace, slamming into her mouth faster, the sloppy sounds echoing through the trees. My balls tightened after about two minutes—I was so close to exploding, cum building up hot and heavy.
Suddenly, Riya twisted away, pulling her mouth off my cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum dangled from her lips to my throbbing head. 'John, no—wait!' she gasped, but I was too far gone. I yanked her head back, shoving my cock deep into her throat again, shaking her face side to side to keep her in place. She struggled, her hands pushing at my thighs, nails digging in, but the resistance only made me harder. Her muffled protests vibrated around my shaft, pushing me right to the edge.
Just as I felt the first spurt building, she broke free with a desperate shove, coughing and wiping her mouth. That's when she pointed behind me, her voice trembling. 'John... there are two guys watching us. They're filming!'
I spun around, heart pounding, and saw them—two rough-looking men, Ramu and Rahim, smartphones out, grinning like predators. My cock deflated instantly, shrinking back to 3 inches in the cool air. Panic hit me like a truck. I fumbled to pull up my pants, but they were tangled around my ankles. Riya stayed on her knees, her lips swollen and shiny, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts.
The men sauntered over, their eyes locked on Riya's exposed cleavage. 'What the fuck are you doing out here?' Ramu demanded, his voice rough. Rahim chuckled, waving his phone. 'Looks like your slut giving you a blowjob in the woods.'
I swallowed hard, zipping up as best I could. 'It's my wife, not a slut. We're on our honeymoon.' They laughed, doubting me. 'Prove it. Show us she's not some hooker you paid.' I pointed to Riya's neck, where her thali—her mangalsutra—was tucked inside her jacket. She pulled it out slowly, the gold chain dangling between her full 36-inch tits, the sacred pendant resting right in her cleavage. 'See? She's my wife.'
They weren't convinced. 'Nice try, but we ain't deleting this video unless you play a game with us.' Desperate to end this, I nodded. Back in college, I was athletic, confident. How bad could it be?
The game was simple but humiliating: compare erect cock sizes. If mine was bigger than both theirs, they'd delete the video and leave. I figured my 5-inch hard-on was average—Riya came from a conservative family, no porn, so she'd only seen mine. I dropped my pants again, my soft 3-incher flopping out. They smirked.
Ramu went first, shoving down his pants to reveal a thick 5-inch flaccid cock, heavy and bulging even soft. Rahim followed with his own semi-hard monster. 'Get hard first,' Ramu challenged. I tried stroking myself, but fear kept me limp. Then, eyes on Riya still kneeling there, her mouth red and inviting, I pulled her closer. 'Suck me, baby—get me hard.'
She hesitated, glancing at the men, but leaned in. Her lips wrapped around my cock again, sucking tentatively at first, then deeper as I hardened. The men watched, stroking themselves, their cocks swelling massively. By the time I hit 6 inches—thicker than usual from the adrenaline—Ramu's was a veiny 8-inch beast, dark and uncut, curving upward. Rahim's was worse: 9 inches erect, circumcised, the pink head glistening, black shaft ridged with veins, sticking straight out at a 90-degree angle.
I'd lost already. They offered another shot: call two friends. If I beat both, we win. Praying for luck, I agreed. Five minutes later, Raju and Salim arrived. Raju, in a lungi, dropped it to show his 9-inch erect cock, uncut and thick as a wrist. Salim's was the biggest—10 inches, circumcised, a massive black pole with a flared head, veins throbbing.
All four cocks towered over mine, hard and dripping pre-cum. Riya's eyes widened, staring at the forest of dark meat surrounding her. I whispered to her, 'Run!' But as I turned, my pants tripped me, and I face-planted into the dirt, my cock scbanging painfully against the sand.
They pounced, pinning me down. 'Please, don't hurt us!' I begged. Rahim and Raju punched me until everything went black.
When I came to, tied naked to a tree 40 meters away—my right hand free, no blindfold—I heard Riya's sobs nearby. The men had stripped me completely, my small cock exposed to the breeze. They threatened to kill me if she ran, forcing her compliance. 'One last game,' Salim said. 'Suck our cocks. If your husband wakes up, sees you, and starts jerking off instead of shouting in anger, you lose. If he shouts, you win freedom.'
Riya, tears streaming, agreed—no choice. They tied me tighter and left me there, returning to her. She knelt again, surrounded by four massive, erect cocks—two circumcised, all still rock-hard after waiting over 10 minutes, pre-cum oozing from the tips.
Ramu grabbed her hair first, forcing his 8-inch uncut cock past her lips. She gagged as he pushed deep, fucking her mouth with short, brutal thrusts. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue working the underside despite her resistance. They rotated: Rahim next, his 9-inch circumcised dick sliding in, the pink head bumping her throat. She slurped loudly, saliva bubbling out, dripping down her chin onto her saree.
Raju took his turn, his thick 9-incher stretching her jaw wide. He held her head and pumped steadily, making her choke on every inch. Salim went last, ramming his 10-inch monster down her throat until her nose pressed against his pubes. She coughed around it, but he didn't let up, face-fucking her until tears mixed with the drool.
After 10 minutes of nonstop blowjobs, Salim and Ramu pulled out and made her use her hands. 'Stroke us while you suck the others,' they ordered. Riya's soft palms wrapped around their shafts, jerking them off—up and down, twisting at the heads—while she bobbed on Rahim's cock, then Raju's. The wet sounds of sucking and skin slapping filled the air. Her hands glistened with pre-cum, flying faster as they groaned, close to blowing their loads.
This went on for 20-25 minutes, her knees raw on the ground, saree soaked with spit and sweat. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hard against the fabric.
Meanwhile, I stirred awake, head throbbing. Memories flooded back: our first wedding night, Riya refusing a blowjob at first, but after I fingered her wet pussy until she came, she sucked me eagerly. In that month, we'd only done oral—no fucking yet, saving it for the honeymoon. Now, peeking through the trees, I saw her: on her knees, mouth stuffed with Salim's huge cock, hands pumping Ramu and Rahim's while Raju waited his turn.
My cock betrayed me, hardening to 6 inches instantly. Without thinking, my free hand wrapped around it, stroking slow at first, then faster as I watched her lips stretch around that massive shaft. Pre-cum slicked my palm; I jerked harder, lost in the sight of my wife servicing these strangers, her moans muffled around the dick in her throat. It lasted about five minutes, my balls aching for release.
The men spotted me, laughing. 'Look! He's jerking off to his wife sucking us!' Riya whipped around, eyes locking on me mid-stroke, frozen in shock. I stopped, horror hitting me as Ramu lined up to shove his cock back in her mouth. Rage exploded. 'Get away from her, you bastards!' I shouted, voice cracking through the trees.
Riya pulled free, gasping. 'He shouted! I win the game!' But the men argued, 'No, he was masturbating first—for five whole minutes!' They debated for five minutes, voices rising, while I kept yelling from afar, too far to hear details.
Finally, Salim stepped in. 'Enough. This game's a draw. We'll play one final round—same rules.'
What happens in the final game? Stay tuned for the continuation. Drop your comments and support, guys—let me know what you think!
My name is John, and my wife's name is Riya. We got married just one month ago in an arranged marriage. She's a homely housewife with a killer figure—36-27-37, just like the Tamil actress Meena, all curves in the right places. Now, we're off on our honeymoon to Ooty. We left early in the morning from my home in my car. It's about a six-hour drive.
After checking into our hotel, we freshened up and grabbed some lunch. Then, we took a short drive into a nearby forest area. I've always fantasized about fucking Riya out in the wild, surrounded by trees and fresh air. So, I parked the car and we walked about 15 minutes deep into the woods, away from any paths.
Once we were alone, I turned to her, my cock already twitching in my pants. 'Riya, baby, give me a blowjob right here,' I said, my voice thick with lust. She looked at me like I was insane—her big eyes wide, cheeks flushing—but I begged her, over and over, until she finally nodded. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees on the soft forest floor. Her saree bunched up around her thighs, exposing her smooth, tanned legs.
I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down, my cock springing free. It's 3 inches when soft, but it hardens to a solid 5 inches. Right now, it was rock-hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Riya stared at it for a second, then I grabbed a fistful of her silky black hair and guided her mouth forward. Her soft lips parted, and I thrust my cock inside, feeling the warm, wet heat envelop me.
I held her head steady and started fucking her mouth slow at first, sliding in and out, her tongue swirling around the shaft involuntarily. 'That's it, suck it good,' I groaned, the thrill of the outdoors making every sensation sharper. After a minute, I gripped her hair tighter, pushing deeper, forcing more of my length down her throat. She gagged a little, her eyes watering, but I didn't stop. I picked up the pace, slamming into her mouth faster, the sloppy sounds echoing through the trees. My balls tightened after about two minutes—I was so close to exploding, cum building up hot and heavy.
Suddenly, Riya twisted away, pulling her mouth off my cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum dangled from her lips to my throbbing head. 'John, no—wait!' she gasped, but I was too far gone. I yanked her head back, shoving my cock deep into her throat again, shaking her face side to side to keep her in place. She struggled, her hands pushing at my thighs, nails digging in, but the resistance only made me harder. Her muffled protests vibrated around my shaft, pushing me right to the edge.
Just as I felt the first spurt building, she broke free with a desperate shove, coughing and wiping her mouth. That's when she pointed behind me, her voice trembling. 'John... there are two guys watching us. They're filming!'
I spun around, heart pounding, and saw them—two rough-looking men, Ramu and Rahim, smartphones out, grinning like predators. My cock deflated instantly, shrinking back to 3 inches in the cool air. Panic hit me like a truck. I fumbled to pull up my pants, but they were tangled around my ankles. Riya stayed on her knees, her lips swollen and shiny, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts.
The men sauntered over, their eyes locked on Riya's exposed cleavage. 'What the fuck are you doing out here?' Ramu demanded, his voice rough. Rahim chuckled, waving his phone. 'Looks like your slut giving you a blowjob in the woods.'
I swallowed hard, zipping up as best I could. 'It's my wife, not a slut. We're on our honeymoon.' They laughed, doubting me. 'Prove it. Show us she's not some hooker you paid.' I pointed to Riya's neck, where her thali—her mangalsutra—was tucked inside her jacket. She pulled it out slowly, the gold chain dangling between her full 36-inch tits, the sacred pendant resting right in her cleavage. 'See? She's my wife.'
They weren't convinced. 'Nice try, but we ain't deleting this video unless you play a game with us.' Desperate to end this, I nodded. Back in college, I was athletic, confident. How bad could it be?
The game was simple but humiliating: compare erect cock sizes. If mine was bigger than both theirs, they'd delete the video and leave. I figured my 5-inch hard-on was average—Riya came from a conservative family, no porn, so she'd only seen mine. I dropped my pants again, my soft 3-incher flopping out. They smirked.
Ramu went first, shoving down his pants to reveal a thick 5-inch flaccid cock, heavy and bulging even soft. Rahim followed with his own semi-hard monster. 'Get hard first,' Ramu challenged. I tried stroking myself, but fear kept me limp. Then, eyes on Riya still kneeling there, her mouth red and inviting, I pulled her closer. 'Suck me, baby—get me hard.'
She hesitated, glancing at the men, but leaned in. Her lips wrapped around my cock again, sucking tentatively at first, then deeper as I hardened. The men watched, stroking themselves, their cocks swelling massively. By the time I hit 6 inches—thicker than usual from the adrenaline—Ramu's was a veiny 8-inch beast, dark and uncut, curving upward. Rahim's was worse: 9 inches erect, circumcised, the pink head glistening, black shaft ridged with veins, sticking straight out at a 90-degree angle.
I'd lost already. They offered another shot: call two friends. If I beat both, we win. Praying for luck, I agreed. Five minutes later, Raju and Salim arrived. Raju, in a lungi, dropped it to show his 9-inch erect cock, uncut and thick as a wrist. Salim's was the biggest—10 inches, circumcised, a massive black pole with a flared head, veins throbbing.
All four cocks towered over mine, hard and dripping pre-cum. Riya's eyes widened, staring at the forest of dark meat surrounding her. I whispered to her, 'Run!' But as I turned, my pants tripped me, and I face-planted into the dirt, my cock scbanging painfully against the sand.
They pounced, pinning me down. 'Please, don't hurt us!' I begged. Rahim and Raju punched me until everything went black.
When I came to, tied naked to a tree 40 meters away—my right hand free, no blindfold—I heard Riya's sobs nearby. The men had stripped me completely, my small cock exposed to the breeze. They threatened to kill me if she ran, forcing her compliance. 'One last game,' Salim said. 'Suck our cocks. If your husband wakes up, sees you, and starts jerking off instead of shouting in anger, you lose. If he shouts, you win freedom.'
Riya, tears streaming, agreed—no choice. They tied me tighter and left me there, returning to her. She knelt again, surrounded by four massive, erect cocks—two circumcised, all still rock-hard after waiting over 10 minutes, pre-cum oozing from the tips.
Ramu grabbed her hair first, forcing his 8-inch uncut cock past her lips. She gagged as he pushed deep, fucking her mouth with short, brutal thrusts. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue working the underside despite her resistance. They rotated: Rahim next, his 9-inch circumcised dick sliding in, the pink head bumping her throat. She slurped loudly, saliva bubbling out, dripping down her chin onto her saree.
Raju took his turn, his thick 9-incher stretching her jaw wide. He held her head and pumped steadily, making her choke on every inch. Salim went last, ramming his 10-inch monster down her throat until her nose pressed against his pubes. She coughed around it, but he didn't let up, face-fucking her until tears mixed with the drool.
After 10 minutes of nonstop blowjobs, Salim and Ramu pulled out and made her use her hands. 'Stroke us while you suck the others,' they ordered. Riya's soft palms wrapped around their shafts, jerking them off—up and down, twisting at the heads—while she bobbed on Rahim's cock, then Raju's. The wet sounds of sucking and skin slapping filled the air. Her hands glistened with pre-cum, flying faster as they groaned, close to blowing their loads.
This went on for 20-25 minutes, her knees raw on the ground, saree soaked with spit and sweat. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hard against the fabric.
Meanwhile, I stirred awake, head throbbing. Memories flooded back: our first wedding night, Riya refusing a blowjob at first, but after I fingered her wet pussy until she came, she sucked me eagerly. In that month, we'd only done oral—no fucking yet, saving it for the honeymoon. Now, peeking through the trees, I saw her: on her knees, mouth stuffed with Salim's huge cock, hands pumping Ramu and Rahim's while Raju waited his turn.
My cock betrayed me, hardening to 6 inches instantly. Without thinking, my free hand wrapped around it, stroking slow at first, then faster as I watched her lips stretch around that massive shaft. Pre-cum slicked my palm; I jerked harder, lost in the sight of my wife servicing these strangers, her moans muffled around the dick in her throat. It lasted about five minutes, my balls aching for release.
The men spotted me, laughing. 'Look! He's jerking off to his wife sucking us!' Riya whipped around, eyes locking on me mid-stroke, frozen in shock. I stopped, horror hitting me as Ramu lined up to shove his cock back in her mouth. Rage exploded. 'Get away from her, you bastards!' I shouted, voice cracking through the trees.
Riya pulled free, gasping. 'He shouted! I win the game!' But the men argued, 'No, he was masturbating first—for five whole minutes!' They debated for five minutes, voices rising, while I kept yelling from afar, too far to hear details.
Finally, Salim stepped in. 'Enough. This game's a draw. We'll play one final round—same rules.'
What happens in the final game? Stay tuned for the continuation. Drop your comments and support, guys—let me know what you think!
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