16-01-2026, 11:46 PM
Hi, it's Chhaya here—yes, the "newbie" who turned out to be not so new after all, spilling my dirtiest secrets just like Chaitali Didi does. God, after that wild private night with Bhanu Bhaiya in his guest room at the farmhouse—where he rimmed me into oblivion, fucked every hole like I was his personal college throwback slut, and promised to keep my pre-marriage adventures under wraps—my body was still buzzing. We'd snuck out to peep on Harsh pounding Shilpi hardcore in the next room, her screams echoing as he spanked and railed her doggy-style over the dresser, cumming all over her back while she begged for more. Watching my husband like that—unleashed, dominant—got me so hot that Bhanu dragged me back for round two, bending me over the windowsill and ass-fucking me again while I stared at the stars, whispering how I'd be the group's secret whore. But that was just the appetizer. The real feast came later that night, when the full group orgy spilled into every corner of the farmhouse. And oh, my first double penetration? With Hemant Jiju and Manish? Let me tell you every sweaty, throbbing detail, straight from my quivering lips.
It started around midnight, after we'd all regrouped in the massive living room—bodies slick from the poolside foreplay, the air thick with the scent of sex and chlorine. Everyone was pairing off or piling on: Chaitali Didi was in the corner, straddling Jeetu on a couch while Kiran licked her nipples, Jeetu's cock buried deep in her pussy as she rode him slow and teasing, moaning about how much bigger he felt than Manish. Gunjan Didi had Radha Bhabhi pinned against the wall, fingering her relentlessly while Bhanu watched, stroking his monster dick—Radha's widow guilt long gone, her legs shaking as she squirted down Gunjan's hand. Shilpi was on her knees, blowing Harsh again (he couldn't get enough of her beautiful curves), but I caught his eye across the room, nodding like, "Go wild, baby." That's when Hemant Jiju—tall, confident, with that mischievous grin—and Manish approached me, their cocks already hard and glistening from earlier rounds.
"Chhaya, ready for the next level?" Hemant purred, pulling me into his arms, his lips crashing onto mine in a deep, tongue-twisting kiss that made my knees weak. Manish pressed against my back, his hands sliding under my soaked thong, fingers dipping into my pussy. "We've heard you're a natural," Manish whispered, nipping my earlobe—Chaitali must've spilled some hints. I was dripping, my college memories flooding back: those dorm nights with multiple guys, but never quite like this. "Haan Jiju... take me. Both of you," I breathed, my voice husky with need.
They led me to a thick rug in the center of the room—spotlit by the fire, everyone watching like it was a show. Hemant laid down first, pulling me on top, guiding my hips so I straddled him reverse cowgirl. His cock—thick, veined, maybe not as massive as Bhanu's but curved just right—slid into my pussy easily, stretching me with that perfect hit on my G-spot. "Ahh, Chhaya... kitni tight aur wet ho," he groaned, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them as I started grinding, slow circles at first, then bouncing harder. My tits jiggled with each drop, and I leaned back against his chest, exposing everything. Manish knelt between our legs, lubing his cock generously—average size but rock-hard, eager. "Ready for DP, bhabhi?" he asked, rubbing the head against my puckered ass.
My heart raced—college flings had included anal, but never both holes at once. "Haan... daalo. Fill me up," I begged, reaching back to spread myself wider. Hemant held me steady, thrusting up gently to keep me distracted, his cock pulsing inside me. Manish pushed in slow—burning pressure at first, the head popping past the ring. "Oh fuck! Dard... but mat rukna!" I cried, tears pricking my eyes as he inched deeper, the fullness overwhelming, like I was being split in two. "Le lo, Chhaya... hum dono tujhe bhare hue," Manish grunted, bottoming out—balls deep in my ass while Hemant filled my pussy. The sensation? Electric. Their cocks rubbed against each other through that thin wall, every movement sparking nerves I didn't know existed.
They started syncing—Hemant thrusting up as Manish pulled back, then slamming in together. "Ahh, Jiju! Harder... fuck my holes!" I screamed, my body on fire, clit throbbing untouched. Hemant reached around, pinching my nipples hard: "Teri pussy mera lund doodh rahi hai... college ki randi jaise." Manish spanked my ass: "Aur yeh gaand? Mera hai ab. Bounce, slut!" I did—riding them like a possessed woman, hips grinding, ass clenching. The room blurred—glimpses of others: Jeetu now DP-ing Chaitali with Bhanu (Bhanu in her ass, Jeetu in her pussy, her screams echoing), Gunjan scissoring with Shilpi on the couch, their pussies grinding wetly, Radha watching and masturbating. Kiran was blowing Harsh nearby, but he was staring at me, jerking himself.
The build was insane—orgasms crashing one after another. First a small one, my ass spasming around Manish, making him curse: "Cum again, Chhaya... milk us!" Then Hemant rubbed my clit furiously: "Le, squirt for us!" I exploded—violent, squirting all over Hemant's cock, drenching the rug, body convulsing as they pounded through it. "Ahh, I'm cumming!" Manish roared, pulling out to shoot hot ropes across my back. Hemant followed, thrusting deep and filling my pussy with cum: "Take it all, bhabhi!" I collapsed between them, trembling, cum leaking from both holes, ass sore but satisfied. They held me—kissing my neck, whispering praises: "Amazing first DP... you're a pro."
But the night wasn't over. After catching my breath, I slipped away quietly—legs wobbly, cum dripping down my thighs—to find Harsh. The farmhouse was a maze of moans; peeking into rooms, I saw wild glimpses: In the kitchen, Radha was bent over the counter, Jeetu fucking her ass while she ate out Kiran on the table—Kiran grinding her pussy against Radha's face, moaning about how wet the widow made her. Upstairs, Chaitali and Gunjan were in a 69 on a bed, fingers and tongues buried deep, while Bhanu and Shilpi watched, Bhanu jerking Shilpi off with a vibrator. Hemant and Manish had joined them, but I kept wandering.
Then I heard it—Harsh's familiar grunts from the master bedroom. Peeking through the cracked door, my pussy clenched at the sight: Harsh in a scorching threesome with Kiran and Radha. Kiran—that sultry minx with her toned body and endless legs—was on her back on the king bed, legs spread wide, Harsh between them pounding her missionary-style, his cock slamming deep and hard. "Le, Kiran... teri tight choot mera lund kha rahi!" he growled, sweat dripping down his chest, hips snapping with brutal force. Kiran arched, tits bouncing: "Harder, Harsh! Rip me open... make me your whore!" Radha was straddling Kiran's face, grinding her pussy down, smothering her with wet folds: "Chaat lo, Kiran... meri widow choot ko clean karo!" Kiran licked greedily, tongue flicking Radha's clit, hands gripping her ass to pull her closer.
Harsh switched it up—pulled out of Kiran, flipped Radha onto all fours beside her, and entered her doggy: "Ab teri baari, Radha Bhabhi... le mera lund!" He pounded her relentlessly, spanking her ass red, while Kiran fingered herself watching, then leaned in to suck Harsh's balls mid-thrust. Radha screamed: "Ahh, Harsh! Zor se... meri gaand bhi le lo!" He obliged—pulled out, lubed quickly, and slid into her ass, slow at first then savage, her body shaking. Kiran joined, sliding under Radha in a 69, licking her clit while Harsh ass-fucked her. "Cum for us, Bhabhi!" Kiran moaned, and Radha did—convulsing, squirting into Kiran's mouth. Harsh roared, pulling out to cum across both their faces—ropes hitting Kiran's tongue and Radha's cheeks. They licked each other clean, sharing his load in a sloppy kiss.
Watching my husband dominate like that—turning these experienced women into begging messes—had me fingering myself right there in the hallway, cumming quietly. Later, I joined them, but that's another story...
Whew, reliving that update has me flushed all over again. The farmhouse weekend turned us all into insatiable beasts—Chhaya the "college player" reborn. If you want me to dive into my first group pile-on or Harsh's reaction when he found out about my past (without the details, of course), just say the word. What's next in your fantasy? ?
It started around midnight, after we'd all regrouped in the massive living room—bodies slick from the poolside foreplay, the air thick with the scent of sex and chlorine. Everyone was pairing off or piling on: Chaitali Didi was in the corner, straddling Jeetu on a couch while Kiran licked her nipples, Jeetu's cock buried deep in her pussy as she rode him slow and teasing, moaning about how much bigger he felt than Manish. Gunjan Didi had Radha Bhabhi pinned against the wall, fingering her relentlessly while Bhanu watched, stroking his monster dick—Radha's widow guilt long gone, her legs shaking as she squirted down Gunjan's hand. Shilpi was on her knees, blowing Harsh again (he couldn't get enough of her beautiful curves), but I caught his eye across the room, nodding like, "Go wild, baby." That's when Hemant Jiju—tall, confident, with that mischievous grin—and Manish approached me, their cocks already hard and glistening from earlier rounds.
"Chhaya, ready for the next level?" Hemant purred, pulling me into his arms, his lips crashing onto mine in a deep, tongue-twisting kiss that made my knees weak. Manish pressed against my back, his hands sliding under my soaked thong, fingers dipping into my pussy. "We've heard you're a natural," Manish whispered, nipping my earlobe—Chaitali must've spilled some hints. I was dripping, my college memories flooding back: those dorm nights with multiple guys, but never quite like this. "Haan Jiju... take me. Both of you," I breathed, my voice husky with need.
They led me to a thick rug in the center of the room—spotlit by the fire, everyone watching like it was a show. Hemant laid down first, pulling me on top, guiding my hips so I straddled him reverse cowgirl. His cock—thick, veined, maybe not as massive as Bhanu's but curved just right—slid into my pussy easily, stretching me with that perfect hit on my G-spot. "Ahh, Chhaya... kitni tight aur wet ho," he groaned, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them as I started grinding, slow circles at first, then bouncing harder. My tits jiggled with each drop, and I leaned back against his chest, exposing everything. Manish knelt between our legs, lubing his cock generously—average size but rock-hard, eager. "Ready for DP, bhabhi?" he asked, rubbing the head against my puckered ass.
My heart raced—college flings had included anal, but never both holes at once. "Haan... daalo. Fill me up," I begged, reaching back to spread myself wider. Hemant held me steady, thrusting up gently to keep me distracted, his cock pulsing inside me. Manish pushed in slow—burning pressure at first, the head popping past the ring. "Oh fuck! Dard... but mat rukna!" I cried, tears pricking my eyes as he inched deeper, the fullness overwhelming, like I was being split in two. "Le lo, Chhaya... hum dono tujhe bhare hue," Manish grunted, bottoming out—balls deep in my ass while Hemant filled my pussy. The sensation? Electric. Their cocks rubbed against each other through that thin wall, every movement sparking nerves I didn't know existed.
They started syncing—Hemant thrusting up as Manish pulled back, then slamming in together. "Ahh, Jiju! Harder... fuck my holes!" I screamed, my body on fire, clit throbbing untouched. Hemant reached around, pinching my nipples hard: "Teri pussy mera lund doodh rahi hai... college ki randi jaise." Manish spanked my ass: "Aur yeh gaand? Mera hai ab. Bounce, slut!" I did—riding them like a possessed woman, hips grinding, ass clenching. The room blurred—glimpses of others: Jeetu now DP-ing Chaitali with Bhanu (Bhanu in her ass, Jeetu in her pussy, her screams echoing), Gunjan scissoring with Shilpi on the couch, their pussies grinding wetly, Radha watching and masturbating. Kiran was blowing Harsh nearby, but he was staring at me, jerking himself.
The build was insane—orgasms crashing one after another. First a small one, my ass spasming around Manish, making him curse: "Cum again, Chhaya... milk us!" Then Hemant rubbed my clit furiously: "Le, squirt for us!" I exploded—violent, squirting all over Hemant's cock, drenching the rug, body convulsing as they pounded through it. "Ahh, I'm cumming!" Manish roared, pulling out to shoot hot ropes across my back. Hemant followed, thrusting deep and filling my pussy with cum: "Take it all, bhabhi!" I collapsed between them, trembling, cum leaking from both holes, ass sore but satisfied. They held me—kissing my neck, whispering praises: "Amazing first DP... you're a pro."
But the night wasn't over. After catching my breath, I slipped away quietly—legs wobbly, cum dripping down my thighs—to find Harsh. The farmhouse was a maze of moans; peeking into rooms, I saw wild glimpses: In the kitchen, Radha was bent over the counter, Jeetu fucking her ass while she ate out Kiran on the table—Kiran grinding her pussy against Radha's face, moaning about how wet the widow made her. Upstairs, Chaitali and Gunjan were in a 69 on a bed, fingers and tongues buried deep, while Bhanu and Shilpi watched, Bhanu jerking Shilpi off with a vibrator. Hemant and Manish had joined them, but I kept wandering.
Then I heard it—Harsh's familiar grunts from the master bedroom. Peeking through the cracked door, my pussy clenched at the sight: Harsh in a scorching threesome with Kiran and Radha. Kiran—that sultry minx with her toned body and endless legs—was on her back on the king bed, legs spread wide, Harsh between them pounding her missionary-style, his cock slamming deep and hard. "Le, Kiran... teri tight choot mera lund kha rahi!" he growled, sweat dripping down his chest, hips snapping with brutal force. Kiran arched, tits bouncing: "Harder, Harsh! Rip me open... make me your whore!" Radha was straddling Kiran's face, grinding her pussy down, smothering her with wet folds: "Chaat lo, Kiran... meri widow choot ko clean karo!" Kiran licked greedily, tongue flicking Radha's clit, hands gripping her ass to pull her closer.
Harsh switched it up—pulled out of Kiran, flipped Radha onto all fours beside her, and entered her doggy: "Ab teri baari, Radha Bhabhi... le mera lund!" He pounded her relentlessly, spanking her ass red, while Kiran fingered herself watching, then leaned in to suck Harsh's balls mid-thrust. Radha screamed: "Ahh, Harsh! Zor se... meri gaand bhi le lo!" He obliged—pulled out, lubed quickly, and slid into her ass, slow at first then savage, her body shaking. Kiran joined, sliding under Radha in a 69, licking her clit while Harsh ass-fucked her. "Cum for us, Bhabhi!" Kiran moaned, and Radha did—convulsing, squirting into Kiran's mouth. Harsh roared, pulling out to cum across both their faces—ropes hitting Kiran's tongue and Radha's cheeks. They licked each other clean, sharing his load in a sloppy kiss.
Watching my husband dominate like that—turning these experienced women into begging messes—had me fingering myself right there in the hallway, cumming quietly. Later, I joined them, but that's another story...
Whew, reliving that update has me flushed all over again. The farmhouse weekend turned us all into insatiable beasts—Chhaya the "college player" reborn. If you want me to dive into my first group pile-on or Harsh's reaction when he found out about my past (without the details, of course), just say the word. What's next in your fantasy? ?
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