06-01-2026, 09:26 AM
44. Fury's Ember and the Quartet of Ecstasy
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains of Anjali's bedroom, painting the rumpled sheets in hues of gold and rose. Vinay lay entwined with her, his arm dbangd possessively over her waist, her milky white skin still flushed from their midnight coupling. Anjali stirred first, her voluptuous body shifting against him, heavy breasts pressing into his chest as she nuzzled closer. The air smelled of sex—musky sweat, her jasmine lotion, and the faint tang of his cum dried on her thighs. She traced lazy circles on his pecs, her pink nipples hardening against his skin, but Vinay's mind was elsewhere, the weight of the night's conquest pressing on him like a storm cloud.
He couldn't keep it from her. Anjali was his diva, his true wife, the one who deserved every truth, no matter how sordid. With a deep breath, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her gently under his weight. Her blue eyes fluttered open, sparkling with post-orgasmic haze, but they sharpened as she read his expression. 'What's wrong, emandi? You look like you've seen a ghost.' Her voice was husky, lips parting invitingly, but he shook his head, sitting up and pulling her with him.
'It's Priya,' he began, his tone grave, fingers interlacing with hers. 'And that pig Reddy. Last night, after you fell asleep, I went to his place. Confronted his wife, Jahnavi.' Anjali's brow furrowed, her full lips pursing in confusion. He spilled it all—the blackmail videos of Priya sucking Rajesh's cock, her tongue lapping his balls while he moaned; how Reddy twisted that into threats, forcing Priya into his flat. Vinay described the assaults in raw detail: the first time, Reddy ripping her kurti, shoving his stubby dick down her throat until she gagged, tears streaming as he face-fucked her mercilessly. Then bending her over, slamming into her pussy dry at first, her screams echoing as he stretched her walls, pounding until she bled a little, only to cum deep inside, flooding her with his seed while she sobbed.
Anjali's fair cheeks drained of color, then flushed crimson with rage. Her grip tightened on his hand, nails digging in. 'That bastard... banging her? My Priya?' Vinay nodded, continuing—the second bang in the office, Priya's wrists pinned to the desk, Reddy's mouth on her tits, biting her nipples raw before flipping her and reaming her ass, her pleas of 'It hurts! Stop banging me!' ignored as he thrust brutally, his balls slapping her clit until he unloaded in her bowels, cum dripping down her thighs. The third, bound and gagged, her body marked with slaps, pussy and ass both violated in turns, her resistance fierce—kicking, scratching—yet overpowered, ending with his grunts as he filled her pussy again.
By the time he reached Jahnavi's plea—her kneeling, offering herself to spare Reddy's life—Anjali was trembling, fury boiling in her veins. 'And you... you took her? Fucked that devout bitch while he roams free?' Her voice cracked, not with jealousy, but outrage. Vinay explained the amulet's dark pull, how he'd unwrapped her saree, sucked her fair tits until she moaned like a whore, fingered her wet pussy before burying his cock in her tight hole, then her ass, making her cum screaming. Jahnavi now bound to him, a secret slave in exchange for her husband's temporary safety.
Anjali shot up from the bed, her naked body a vision of wrathful beauty—massive breasts bouncing, pink nipples erect with anger, shaved pussy lips glistening from residual arousal. She paced the room, hips swaying, ass cheeks jiggling with each step. 'We can't let him live, Vinay. That monster violated Priya—our Priya. I want him suffering.' Her blue eyes blazed, fists clenched. But Vinay pulled her back, wrapping her in his arms, his hardening cock pressing against her belly. 'I spared him for leverage, diva. Jahnavi will help us trap him. But first, we rally the women. Priya needs to know she's avenged, and Jahnavi... she'll join us. All three of you, under me. A union to seal our pact.'
The idea ignited something primal in Anjali. Fury twisted into lust, her pussy clenching at the thought—sharing Vinay with Priya and the once-devout Jahnavi, their bodies entwined in revenge-fueled ecstasy. She kissed him fiercely, tongue plunging into his mouth, teeth nipping his lip. 'Yes, Honey. Call them. Make us yours completely.'
By mid-morning, the four converged in Vinay's spacious apartment, the largest in the complex, its master bedroom a sanctuary of king-sized bed, mirrored walls, and dimmable lights. Priya arrived first, her athletic frame clad in a simple tank top and shorts, eyes red from crying over the videos Vinay had shown her earlier. She hugged Anjali tightly, their breasts mashing together, Priya's smaller ones against Anjali's massive orbs. 'Akka, he told me everything. That beast... but you and Vinay, you'll make it right?'
Anjali nodded, stroking Priya's hair. 'We will, beta. And Jahnavi—she's coming to atone.' Jahnavi slipped in last, her fair skin pale, dressed conservatively in a salwar kameez that hugged her curves modestly. Her eyes darted nervously, the amulet's compulsion still humming in her blood, making her nipples tingle under the fabric at the sight of Vinay. 'I... I did as you asked. Told Reddy I'm visiting a friend. He suspects nothing.'
Vinay locked the door, his presence commanding the room. He stood shirtless, muscles rippling, the bulge in his pants evident. 'Ladies, this is our circle now. Reddy's sins bind us. Anjali, Priya—you for the pain he caused. Jahnavi, for the blindness you shared. Today, we forge strength in flesh. Strip. All of you. Bare yourselves to me, to each other.'
The command rippled through them, the amulet's subtle magic—channeled through Vinay's voice—easing inhibitions. Anjali moved first, confident and bold, peeling off her tight t-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra straining over her huge tits, pink nipples visible through the sheer cups. She shimmied out of her yoga pants, exposing matching thong panties that bisected her plump ass cheeks, the front damp with anticipation. Priya followed, slower, her tank top lifting to show perky B-cups in a sports bra, shorts dropping to reveal boyish hips and a trimmed bush under cotton undies. Jahnavi hesitated, hands trembling on her kameez strings, but Anjali stepped close, whispering, 'Let go, sister. He's our salvation.' Together, they untied her top, the fabric whispering down to expose her full C-cups in a beige bra, nipples already hard peaks. Her salwar slid off, revealing panties soaked at the crotch, her fair thighs quivering.
Vinay watched, cock throbbing in his jeans. 'Bras off. Show me those tits.' Anjali unclasped hers, massive breasts spilling free—heavy, milky white globes with dusky pink areolas the size of saucers, nipples thick and erect like erasers. She cupped them, squeezing, milk-white flesh bulging between fingers. Priya's sports bra came off next, her firm tits bouncing, smaller but pert, brown nipples stiff. Jahnavi fumbled her clasp, her breasts tumbling out—fair and full, areolas lighter, nipples rosy and begging for attention.
'Panties too. Spread your legs.' Anjali hooked her thumbs in her thong, bending to slide it down, her shaved pussy lips parting to show pink inner folds, clit swollen and peeking. Juices trailed down her thigh. Priya's cotton briefs dropped, her trimmed pussy exposed—lips puffy from recent tears turned to arousal, a drop of wetness glistening. Jahnavi peeled hers off last, her neat bush framing plump labia, fair skin contrasting the pink slit already leaking.
Naked now, the three women stood before him, bodies a tapestry of contrasts: Anjali's goddess-like voluptuousness, Priya's athletic grace, Jahnavi's modest allure. Vinay stripped, his thick cock springing free—nine inches of veined hardness, head purple and leaking precum. 'On the bed. Anjali in the center, you two on sides. Worship me together.'
They obeyed, the king bed sinking under their weight. Anjali lay back, legs spread, her pussy open like an invitation. Priya and Jahnavi flanked her, eyes hungry. Vinay knelt between Anjali's thighs, but first, he guided their hands. 'Touch each other. Build the fire.' Anjali reached for Priya's tit, pinching the nipple hard, eliciting a gasp. Priya mirrored, squeezing Anjali's massive breast, thumb flicking the peak. Jahnavi, hesitant, cupped Anjali's other tit, her fair hand contrasting the milky skin, rolling the nipple until Anjali moaned.
Vinay leaned down, mouth capturing Anjali's left nipple, sucking deep—tongue swirling, teeth grazing—as his hand plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy, curling to stroke her g-spot. She arched, cry muffled as Priya kissed her—lips meeting in a soft press that turned hungry, tongues dancing, Priya's hand sliding down to rub Anjali's clit. Jahnavi watched, then joined, her mouth on Anjali's right nipple, sucking tentatively at first, then with growing fervor, tongue laving the underside.
Anjali writhed, overwhelmed—her husband's fingers, hers one and only fucking her steadily, wet squelches filling the air, while Priya's kiss deepened, saliva trailing between mouths, and Jahnavi's sucks grew bolder, pulling the nipple taut. 'Oh fuck... yes, suck my tits harder,' Anjali gasped, her hand fisting Priya's hair, the other guiding Jahnavi's head. Vinay added a third finger, thumb on her clit, pumping faster until her walls clenched, pussy spasming in orgasm, juices squirting onto his palm.
He pulled back, cock aching. 'Priya, your turn. Suck me while they eat you.' Priya scrambled to her knees, mouth watering at his cock. She licked the head, tongue circling the slit to lap precum, then engulfed him—lips stretching around the girth, sliding down until her nose hit his pubes, throat convulsing. Vinay groaned, hands in her hair, fucking her face slowly. Anjali and Jahnavi dove between Priya's legs, Anjali's tongue plunging into her pussy, lapping the tangy juices, while Jahnavi sucked her clit, fingers parting the lips.
Priya moaned around Vinay's cock, vibrations humming through him, her hips bucking into their mouths. Anjali's tongue fucked deep, curling inside, while Jahnavi's sucks pulled at the nub, her free hand fingering Priya's ass. The room filled with slurps—Priya's blowjob wet and noisy, gagging as Vinay thrust deeper; the women's oral assault on her pussy, lips smacking. Priya came hard, pussy flooding Anjali's mouth, body shaking as she swallowed Vinay's precum.
Vinay withdrew, glistening cock bobbing. 'Jahnavi, bend over. Time to claim you again, with witnesses.' Jahnavi positioned on all fours, ass up—fair cheeks parting to show her pink pussy and puckered hole. Anjali and Priya knelt beside, hands roaming her body—Anjali pinching her nipples, Priya rubbing her clit. Vinay gripped her hips, cock nudging her entrance, then slammed in—full length burying in her tight pussy, walls gripping like a vice.
'Ahh! So big... fuck me, emandi!' Jahnavi cried , the devotion in her voice twisted with lust. Vinay pounded her, balls slapping her clit, each thrust jolting her forward. Anjali leaned under, mouth latching onto Jahnavi's swinging tits, sucking one nipple while pinching the other. Priya kissed Jahnavi deeply, tongue invading, hand sliding to finger her ass—first one digit, then two, matching Vinay's rhythm.
The foursome intensified: Vinay's hips snapping, cock dragging along her g-spot, her pussy creaming around him. Jahnavi's moans turned to screams, body rocking between the pleasures—tits devoured, ass fingered, mouth claimed. She shattered, pussy milking Vinay's cock, squirting back onto his thighs. He held off, pulling out slick and shining.
'Now, together. Anjali, ride me. Priya, sit on my face. Jahnavi, straddle my chest—and kiss Priya.' They arranged: Anjali straddling his cock, lowering slowly, her shaved pussy swallowing him inch by inch, lips stretching wide, clit grinding his base as she bottomed out. 'Fuck, emandi... filling my womb,' she purred, starting to bounce, tits jiggling wildly.
Priya swung a leg over his head, pussy hovering, then settling on his mouth. Vinay's tongue speared her folds, lapping hungrily, nose buried in her bush as she rocked, juices dripping down his chin. Jahnavi inserted her tongue into Priya's mouth exploring it intensely out of passion.
Anjali rode harder, pussy clenching, wet slaps echoing as she ground down, cervix kissed by his head. Priya ground on his face, clit against his tongue, moaning as he sucked it like a mini-cock. Jahnavi then fed Priya her tits, and moaning heavily as Priya plucked her nipples with her teeth. The women kissed above him—Anjali and Priya first, tongues sloppy; then Jahnavi joining, a three-way tangle of lips and moans.
Sensations built: Anjali's walls fluttering, close again; Priya's thighs quaking on his face; Jahnavi's nipples raw from his teeth. Vinay thrust up into Anjali, tongue fucking Priya deeper. They peaked together—Anjali screaming as her pussy spasmed, milking him; Priya flooding his mouth with cum; Jahnavi pinching her own clit to cum, body shuddering. Vinay roared, cock erupting inside Anjali, hot ropes painting her depths, overflowing to drip down his balls.
But he wasn't done. Flipping positions, he had Priya on her back, legs over his shoulders, cock plunging into her tight pussy—short, fast thrusts making her tits bounce. Anjali sat on Priya's face, pussy grinding down, Priya's tongue delving eagerly, lapping Vinay's cum from her folds. Jahnavi straddled Priya's waist, facing Vinay, her pussy rubbing against Priya's belly as she kissed him deeply, his hands mauling her tits.
Vinay fucked Priya relentlessly, cock pistoning, her walls gripping as she came again, screaming into Anjali's pussy. Anjali rocked faster, clit on Priya's nose, cumming with a wail, juices soaking Priya's chin. Jahnavi fingered herself watching, then Vinay pulled out, shoving her onto her back beside Priya. He entered Jahnavi's ass this time—slick from earlier, the tight ring yielding as he buried deep, her fair cheeks spreading.
Anjali and Priya dove in: Anjali sucking Jahnavi's pussy, tongue fucking the hole while fingers rubbed her clit; Priya latching onto her tits, biting nipples. Vinay reamed her ass, the dual penetration—tongue in pussy, cock in ass—driving Jahnavi wild. She bucked, orgasming explosively, ass clenching around him until he pulled out, stroking his cock to spray cum across her tits and belly, Anjali and Priya licking it up, tongues swirling over her skin, sharing kisses with cum-smeared lips.
Hours blurred in a haze of flesh and cries. Vinay took Anjali doggy-style, cock slamming her pussy while Priya licked his balls and Jahnavi's ass; then Priya in reverse cowgirl, bouncing on him as Anjali and Jahnavi sucked her tits and rubbed her clit. Jahnavi got double-teamed—Vinay in her pussy, a strap-on from the drawer (Anjali wielding it) in her ass, Priya fisting her mouth with fingers. Orgasms chained: pussies squirting, cocks (well, his) erupting—once in Priya's ass, cum leaking as Anjali ate it out; another down Jahnavi's throat, her gulping eagerly; final loads in Anjali's tits, massaged in like lotion.
They collapsed in a tangle—bodies slick, scents mingling: pussy juice, cum, sweat. Anjali curled against Vinay's chest, Priya on his other side, Jahnavi at his feet, head on his thigh. 'He's done,' Anjali whispered, fury sated in ecstasy. 'We'll ruin him together.' Vinay nodded, hand stroking Anjali's hair. Anjali meanwhile reminisced over how Jahnavi also addressed Vinay as Emandi, to which Jahnavi cannot hold her shyness and she dug her face deep in Vinay's chest. The foursome had bound them—revenge forged in cum and moans, the complex's shadows hiding their power.
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains of Anjali's bedroom, painting the rumpled sheets in hues of gold and rose. Vinay lay entwined with her, his arm dbangd possessively over her waist, her milky white skin still flushed from their midnight coupling. Anjali stirred first, her voluptuous body shifting against him, heavy breasts pressing into his chest as she nuzzled closer. The air smelled of sex—musky sweat, her jasmine lotion, and the faint tang of his cum dried on her thighs. She traced lazy circles on his pecs, her pink nipples hardening against his skin, but Vinay's mind was elsewhere, the weight of the night's conquest pressing on him like a storm cloud.
He couldn't keep it from her. Anjali was his diva, his true wife, the one who deserved every truth, no matter how sordid. With a deep breath, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her gently under his weight. Her blue eyes fluttered open, sparkling with post-orgasmic haze, but they sharpened as she read his expression. 'What's wrong, emandi? You look like you've seen a ghost.' Her voice was husky, lips parting invitingly, but he shook his head, sitting up and pulling her with him.
'It's Priya,' he began, his tone grave, fingers interlacing with hers. 'And that pig Reddy. Last night, after you fell asleep, I went to his place. Confronted his wife, Jahnavi.' Anjali's brow furrowed, her full lips pursing in confusion. He spilled it all—the blackmail videos of Priya sucking Rajesh's cock, her tongue lapping his balls while he moaned; how Reddy twisted that into threats, forcing Priya into his flat. Vinay described the assaults in raw detail: the first time, Reddy ripping her kurti, shoving his stubby dick down her throat until she gagged, tears streaming as he face-fucked her mercilessly. Then bending her over, slamming into her pussy dry at first, her screams echoing as he stretched her walls, pounding until she bled a little, only to cum deep inside, flooding her with his seed while she sobbed.
Anjali's fair cheeks drained of color, then flushed crimson with rage. Her grip tightened on his hand, nails digging in. 'That bastard... banging her? My Priya?' Vinay nodded, continuing—the second bang in the office, Priya's wrists pinned to the desk, Reddy's mouth on her tits, biting her nipples raw before flipping her and reaming her ass, her pleas of 'It hurts! Stop banging me!' ignored as he thrust brutally, his balls slapping her clit until he unloaded in her bowels, cum dripping down her thighs. The third, bound and gagged, her body marked with slaps, pussy and ass both violated in turns, her resistance fierce—kicking, scratching—yet overpowered, ending with his grunts as he filled her pussy again.
By the time he reached Jahnavi's plea—her kneeling, offering herself to spare Reddy's life—Anjali was trembling, fury boiling in her veins. 'And you... you took her? Fucked that devout bitch while he roams free?' Her voice cracked, not with jealousy, but outrage. Vinay explained the amulet's dark pull, how he'd unwrapped her saree, sucked her fair tits until she moaned like a whore, fingered her wet pussy before burying his cock in her tight hole, then her ass, making her cum screaming. Jahnavi now bound to him, a secret slave in exchange for her husband's temporary safety.
Anjali shot up from the bed, her naked body a vision of wrathful beauty—massive breasts bouncing, pink nipples erect with anger, shaved pussy lips glistening from residual arousal. She paced the room, hips swaying, ass cheeks jiggling with each step. 'We can't let him live, Vinay. That monster violated Priya—our Priya. I want him suffering.' Her blue eyes blazed, fists clenched. But Vinay pulled her back, wrapping her in his arms, his hardening cock pressing against her belly. 'I spared him for leverage, diva. Jahnavi will help us trap him. But first, we rally the women. Priya needs to know she's avenged, and Jahnavi... she'll join us. All three of you, under me. A union to seal our pact.'
The idea ignited something primal in Anjali. Fury twisted into lust, her pussy clenching at the thought—sharing Vinay with Priya and the once-devout Jahnavi, their bodies entwined in revenge-fueled ecstasy. She kissed him fiercely, tongue plunging into his mouth, teeth nipping his lip. 'Yes, Honey. Call them. Make us yours completely.'
By mid-morning, the four converged in Vinay's spacious apartment, the largest in the complex, its master bedroom a sanctuary of king-sized bed, mirrored walls, and dimmable lights. Priya arrived first, her athletic frame clad in a simple tank top and shorts, eyes red from crying over the videos Vinay had shown her earlier. She hugged Anjali tightly, their breasts mashing together, Priya's smaller ones against Anjali's massive orbs. 'Akka, he told me everything. That beast... but you and Vinay, you'll make it right?'
Anjali nodded, stroking Priya's hair. 'We will, beta. And Jahnavi—she's coming to atone.' Jahnavi slipped in last, her fair skin pale, dressed conservatively in a salwar kameez that hugged her curves modestly. Her eyes darted nervously, the amulet's compulsion still humming in her blood, making her nipples tingle under the fabric at the sight of Vinay. 'I... I did as you asked. Told Reddy I'm visiting a friend. He suspects nothing.'
Vinay locked the door, his presence commanding the room. He stood shirtless, muscles rippling, the bulge in his pants evident. 'Ladies, this is our circle now. Reddy's sins bind us. Anjali, Priya—you for the pain he caused. Jahnavi, for the blindness you shared. Today, we forge strength in flesh. Strip. All of you. Bare yourselves to me, to each other.'
The command rippled through them, the amulet's subtle magic—channeled through Vinay's voice—easing inhibitions. Anjali moved first, confident and bold, peeling off her tight t-shirt to reveal a lacy black bra straining over her huge tits, pink nipples visible through the sheer cups. She shimmied out of her yoga pants, exposing matching thong panties that bisected her plump ass cheeks, the front damp with anticipation. Priya followed, slower, her tank top lifting to show perky B-cups in a sports bra, shorts dropping to reveal boyish hips and a trimmed bush under cotton undies. Jahnavi hesitated, hands trembling on her kameez strings, but Anjali stepped close, whispering, 'Let go, sister. He's our salvation.' Together, they untied her top, the fabric whispering down to expose her full C-cups in a beige bra, nipples already hard peaks. Her salwar slid off, revealing panties soaked at the crotch, her fair thighs quivering.
Vinay watched, cock throbbing in his jeans. 'Bras off. Show me those tits.' Anjali unclasped hers, massive breasts spilling free—heavy, milky white globes with dusky pink areolas the size of saucers, nipples thick and erect like erasers. She cupped them, squeezing, milk-white flesh bulging between fingers. Priya's sports bra came off next, her firm tits bouncing, smaller but pert, brown nipples stiff. Jahnavi fumbled her clasp, her breasts tumbling out—fair and full, areolas lighter, nipples rosy and begging for attention.
'Panties too. Spread your legs.' Anjali hooked her thumbs in her thong, bending to slide it down, her shaved pussy lips parting to show pink inner folds, clit swollen and peeking. Juices trailed down her thigh. Priya's cotton briefs dropped, her trimmed pussy exposed—lips puffy from recent tears turned to arousal, a drop of wetness glistening. Jahnavi peeled hers off last, her neat bush framing plump labia, fair skin contrasting the pink slit already leaking.
Naked now, the three women stood before him, bodies a tapestry of contrasts: Anjali's goddess-like voluptuousness, Priya's athletic grace, Jahnavi's modest allure. Vinay stripped, his thick cock springing free—nine inches of veined hardness, head purple and leaking precum. 'On the bed. Anjali in the center, you two on sides. Worship me together.'
They obeyed, the king bed sinking under their weight. Anjali lay back, legs spread, her pussy open like an invitation. Priya and Jahnavi flanked her, eyes hungry. Vinay knelt between Anjali's thighs, but first, he guided their hands. 'Touch each other. Build the fire.' Anjali reached for Priya's tit, pinching the nipple hard, eliciting a gasp. Priya mirrored, squeezing Anjali's massive breast, thumb flicking the peak. Jahnavi, hesitant, cupped Anjali's other tit, her fair hand contrasting the milky skin, rolling the nipple until Anjali moaned.
Vinay leaned down, mouth capturing Anjali's left nipple, sucking deep—tongue swirling, teeth grazing—as his hand plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy, curling to stroke her g-spot. She arched, cry muffled as Priya kissed her—lips meeting in a soft press that turned hungry, tongues dancing, Priya's hand sliding down to rub Anjali's clit. Jahnavi watched, then joined, her mouth on Anjali's right nipple, sucking tentatively at first, then with growing fervor, tongue laving the underside.
Anjali writhed, overwhelmed—her husband's fingers, hers one and only fucking her steadily, wet squelches filling the air, while Priya's kiss deepened, saliva trailing between mouths, and Jahnavi's sucks grew bolder, pulling the nipple taut. 'Oh fuck... yes, suck my tits harder,' Anjali gasped, her hand fisting Priya's hair, the other guiding Jahnavi's head. Vinay added a third finger, thumb on her clit, pumping faster until her walls clenched, pussy spasming in orgasm, juices squirting onto his palm.
He pulled back, cock aching. 'Priya, your turn. Suck me while they eat you.' Priya scrambled to her knees, mouth watering at his cock. She licked the head, tongue circling the slit to lap precum, then engulfed him—lips stretching around the girth, sliding down until her nose hit his pubes, throat convulsing. Vinay groaned, hands in her hair, fucking her face slowly. Anjali and Jahnavi dove between Priya's legs, Anjali's tongue plunging into her pussy, lapping the tangy juices, while Jahnavi sucked her clit, fingers parting the lips.
Priya moaned around Vinay's cock, vibrations humming through him, her hips bucking into their mouths. Anjali's tongue fucked deep, curling inside, while Jahnavi's sucks pulled at the nub, her free hand fingering Priya's ass. The room filled with slurps—Priya's blowjob wet and noisy, gagging as Vinay thrust deeper; the women's oral assault on her pussy, lips smacking. Priya came hard, pussy flooding Anjali's mouth, body shaking as she swallowed Vinay's precum.
Vinay withdrew, glistening cock bobbing. 'Jahnavi, bend over. Time to claim you again, with witnesses.' Jahnavi positioned on all fours, ass up—fair cheeks parting to show her pink pussy and puckered hole. Anjali and Priya knelt beside, hands roaming her body—Anjali pinching her nipples, Priya rubbing her clit. Vinay gripped her hips, cock nudging her entrance, then slammed in—full length burying in her tight pussy, walls gripping like a vice.
'Ahh! So big... fuck me, emandi!' Jahnavi cried , the devotion in her voice twisted with lust. Vinay pounded her, balls slapping her clit, each thrust jolting her forward. Anjali leaned under, mouth latching onto Jahnavi's swinging tits, sucking one nipple while pinching the other. Priya kissed Jahnavi deeply, tongue invading, hand sliding to finger her ass—first one digit, then two, matching Vinay's rhythm.
The foursome intensified: Vinay's hips snapping, cock dragging along her g-spot, her pussy creaming around him. Jahnavi's moans turned to screams, body rocking between the pleasures—tits devoured, ass fingered, mouth claimed. She shattered, pussy milking Vinay's cock, squirting back onto his thighs. He held off, pulling out slick and shining.
'Now, together. Anjali, ride me. Priya, sit on my face. Jahnavi, straddle my chest—and kiss Priya.' They arranged: Anjali straddling his cock, lowering slowly, her shaved pussy swallowing him inch by inch, lips stretching wide, clit grinding his base as she bottomed out. 'Fuck, emandi... filling my womb,' she purred, starting to bounce, tits jiggling wildly.
Priya swung a leg over his head, pussy hovering, then settling on his mouth. Vinay's tongue speared her folds, lapping hungrily, nose buried in her bush as she rocked, juices dripping down his chin. Jahnavi inserted her tongue into Priya's mouth exploring it intensely out of passion.
Anjali rode harder, pussy clenching, wet slaps echoing as she ground down, cervix kissed by his head. Priya ground on his face, clit against his tongue, moaning as he sucked it like a mini-cock. Jahnavi then fed Priya her tits, and moaning heavily as Priya plucked her nipples with her teeth. The women kissed above him—Anjali and Priya first, tongues sloppy; then Jahnavi joining, a three-way tangle of lips and moans.
Sensations built: Anjali's walls fluttering, close again; Priya's thighs quaking on his face; Jahnavi's nipples raw from his teeth. Vinay thrust up into Anjali, tongue fucking Priya deeper. They peaked together—Anjali screaming as her pussy spasmed, milking him; Priya flooding his mouth with cum; Jahnavi pinching her own clit to cum, body shuddering. Vinay roared, cock erupting inside Anjali, hot ropes painting her depths, overflowing to drip down his balls.
But he wasn't done. Flipping positions, he had Priya on her back, legs over his shoulders, cock plunging into her tight pussy—short, fast thrusts making her tits bounce. Anjali sat on Priya's face, pussy grinding down, Priya's tongue delving eagerly, lapping Vinay's cum from her folds. Jahnavi straddled Priya's waist, facing Vinay, her pussy rubbing against Priya's belly as she kissed him deeply, his hands mauling her tits.
Vinay fucked Priya relentlessly, cock pistoning, her walls gripping as she came again, screaming into Anjali's pussy. Anjali rocked faster, clit on Priya's nose, cumming with a wail, juices soaking Priya's chin. Jahnavi fingered herself watching, then Vinay pulled out, shoving her onto her back beside Priya. He entered Jahnavi's ass this time—slick from earlier, the tight ring yielding as he buried deep, her fair cheeks spreading.
Anjali and Priya dove in: Anjali sucking Jahnavi's pussy, tongue fucking the hole while fingers rubbed her clit; Priya latching onto her tits, biting nipples. Vinay reamed her ass, the dual penetration—tongue in pussy, cock in ass—driving Jahnavi wild. She bucked, orgasming explosively, ass clenching around him until he pulled out, stroking his cock to spray cum across her tits and belly, Anjali and Priya licking it up, tongues swirling over her skin, sharing kisses with cum-smeared lips.
Hours blurred in a haze of flesh and cries. Vinay took Anjali doggy-style, cock slamming her pussy while Priya licked his balls and Jahnavi's ass; then Priya in reverse cowgirl, bouncing on him as Anjali and Jahnavi sucked her tits and rubbed her clit. Jahnavi got double-teamed—Vinay in her pussy, a strap-on from the drawer (Anjali wielding it) in her ass, Priya fisting her mouth with fingers. Orgasms chained: pussies squirting, cocks (well, his) erupting—once in Priya's ass, cum leaking as Anjali ate it out; another down Jahnavi's throat, her gulping eagerly; final loads in Anjali's tits, massaged in like lotion.
They collapsed in a tangle—bodies slick, scents mingling: pussy juice, cum, sweat. Anjali curled against Vinay's chest, Priya on his other side, Jahnavi at his feet, head on his thigh. 'He's done,' Anjali whispered, fury sated in ecstasy. 'We'll ruin him together.' Vinay nodded, hand stroking Anjali's hair. Anjali meanwhile reminisced over how Jahnavi also addressed Vinay as Emandi, to which Jahnavi cannot hold her shyness and she dug her face deep in Vinay's chest. The foursome had bound them—revenge forged in cum and moans, the complex's shadows hiding their power.
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