17-01-2026, 10:43 PM
Hi, it's Chaitali here again, your utterly exhausted yet insatiably horny storyteller, picking up right where we left off after that mind-shattering night in the Goa villa with Razzaq and his entourage. Oh god, reliving the "before" in my mind still makes my pussy throb—the way Razzaq's thick, uncut cock stretched my ass to its limits while Sammir's rough tongue flicked my nipples, his silent, bulging presence turning every thrust into a forbidden spectacle. Cum dripping from every hole, blindfolds tightening the darkness around my screams, toys buzzing inside me like angry bees until I squirted rivers onto the sheets. And parallel to that, Bhanu Bhaiya claiming Subiya in the master suite, her exotic body quivering under his relentless pounding, as he later whispered to me in the morning light. But that was night one. The next day? Honey, if you thought the surprises ended with dawn's first light, you're in for a ride that will twist your guts, soak your sheets, and leave you cumming before you even finish reading. I'll spare no detail—every slick slide, every gasp, every shocking revelation that had me questioning reality while my body betrayed me with wave after wave of ecstasy. This isn't just an update; it's a descent into pure, twisted bliss. Settle in; this is going to be long, raw, and so erotically charged you'll feel my orgasms as your own.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of waves crashing against the shore, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the guest room like golden fingers caressing my naked skin. My body ached in the most delicious way—ass tender from Razzaq's brutal claims, pussy swollen and sticky from the multiple loads, nipples raw from Sammir's unexpected licks and bites. I stretched, feeling the dried cum flake off my thighs, a reminder of the night's debauchery. The bed was empty; Razzaq and Sammir had slipped out quietly at some point, leaving me alone with the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. I smiled to myself, touching my clit lightly—it pulsed, still sensitive, sending a shiver up my spine. "What a night," I murmured, replaying flashes: Razzaq's Arabic growls as he filled my ass, Sammir's cock throbbing in his hand as he watched, cum shooting onto my belly in silent ropes. I fingered myself lazily, building a slow orgasm just from the memories, my free hand pinching a nipple until I came with a soft gasp, juices trickling down my crack.
But the day was young, and Bhanu had promised more surprises. I showered quickly—hot water soothing my sore holes, soap sliding over my curves as I lathered my breasts, imagining hands everywhere. Wrapped in a towel, I padded downstairs to the kitchen, where the smell of fresh coffee and something spicier wafted. Bhanu was there, shirtless and glorious, his muscular back turned to me as he cooked. Subiya sat at the counter, her veil loosely dbangd, wearing a silk robe that gaped open to reveal the swell of her perfect C-cup breasts, dark nipples peeking like forbidden fruits. Her olive skin glowed with post-fuck radiance, faint red marks on her neck from Bhanu's bites. Razzaq lounged nearby, sipping tea, his thobe open at the chest, while Sammir stood guard by the door, his bulge from last night now hidden but his eyes flicking to me with knowing heat.
"Morning, bhabhi," Bhanu said, turning with a smirk, his eyes raking over my towel-clad body. "Sleep well after your... adventures?" I blushed, but my pussy tingled at the memory. "Like a well-fucked woman," I replied boldly, dropping the towel to stand naked before them all. Gasps rippled—Subiya's eyes widening at my boldness, Razzaq's cock visibly twitching under his thobe, Sammir shifting uncomfortably. Bhanu laughed, pulling me into his arms, his hardness pressing against my belly. "Good girl. Breakfast first, then the real fun begins."
We ate on the terrace—fresh fruits, eggs spiced with Arabic flavors, coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Conversations were light at first: Razzaq praising my "enthusiasm" last night, Subiya admitting Bhanu had made her squirt for the first time, her cheeks flushing as she described how his tongue in her ass had pushed her over the edge. I shared details of Sammir's involvement, watching the bodyguard's face remain stoic but his eyes darken. Under the table, hands wandered—Bhanu's fingers tracing my inner thigh, Razzaq's foot brushing Subiya's leg. The air thickened with tension, my nipples hardening in the breeze, pussy already wet again.
After breakfast, Bhanu announced the first surprise: "A private yacht cruise. Just us five—me, you, Razzaq, Subiya, and Sammir for 'security.'" My heart skipped; out on the open sea, no prying eyes? The possibilities made me drip. We changed—me into a micro-bikini that was basically strings and patches, Subiya in a modest but sheer swimsuit that hugged her curves, her ass cheeks peeking out, breasts threatening to spill. The men in swim trunks, their bulges prominent. Sammir drove us to the marina, where a sleek white yacht waited—40 feet of luxury, with a sun deck, cabin below, and a captain who discreetly looked the other way as we boarded.
As we set sail, the surprises escalated. First twist: the "captain" was no stranger. As he turned from the wheel, I gasped—it was Jeetu, our group friend from the original circle, grinning wickedly. "Surprise, Chaitali di! Bhanu called me in for backup." My mind reeled; Jeetu, with his lean, hung body and endless stamina, here? "What about Shilpi?" I asked, but he winked: "She's with Manish and Kiran in Mumbai. They're having their own party." A flash of jealousy mixed with arousal—imagining Manish fucking Shilpi and Kiran in some hotel, while I was here. But before I could process, Bhanu pulled me onto the sun deck, the yacht cutting through turquoise waters.
"Time for sunbathing," he said, but it was code for more. He oiled me up again—hands everywhere, fingers dipping into my bikini bottom to tease my clit. Subiya joined, her soft hands massaging my breasts, nipples between her fingers. "You have beautiful tits, di," she murmured, leaning in to kiss me—our first, tongues dancing soft and wet. Razzaq watched, stroking himself through his trunks, while Sammir and Jeetu steered us to a secluded cove.
Once anchored, the real games began. Surprise two: Bhanu revealed a bag of "toys" he'd packed—vibrating eggs, anal plugs, restraints, even a strap-on for Subiya. "We're playing 'King's Orders'—Razzaq is king today." Razzaq smiled darkly. "First order: Chaitali and Subiya, strip and pleasure each other on the deck. Sammir, watch closely." We obeyed—bikinis off, naked under the sun. Subiya's body was even more stunning in daylight: breasts firm, nipples dark and erect, pussy lips plump with arousal, ass cheeks spreading as she bent to kiss my neck. I laid her down on a lounger, spreading her legs—her scent musky, intoxicating. I licked her slowly—tongue flat along her slit, circling her clit, sucking it gently while fingering her G-spot. "Ahh, Chaitali... your tongue is magic!" she moaned, hands in my hair. I rimmed her too—tongue probing her tight asshole, feeling it clench. She came hard, squirting onto my face, her body arching like a bow.
Then she returned the favor—her mouth on my pussy, tongue flicking my clit with expert precision, fingers in my ass. "Taste so good, di," she whispered, making me cum with a scream that echoed over the water. The men watched, cocks out now—Razzaq stroking his thick shaft, Bhanu his monster, Jeetu his long curve, Sammir his beast.
Twist three: Razzaq ordered a "chain." We formed a line on the deck—me eating Subiya's pussy, Bhanu fucking me from behind, Razzaq in Subiya's mouth, Jeetu in my ass (double penetration already!), Sammir... wait, surprise—he joined, his cock in Subiya's ass. The yacht rocked with our rhythm—thrusts syncing to the waves, moans harmonizing. Bhanu's cock in my pussy, Jeetu's in my ass, rubbing through the wall, making me cum first—violent, squirting around Bhanu. Subiya followed, her ass clenching on Sammir as she sucked Razzaq. Loads exploded: Bhanu in me, Jeetu on my back, Razzaq down Subiya's throat, Sammir on her ass.
But the big twist came mid-afternoon. As we lounged naked, recovering, another boat approached—small, speedy. On board? Gunjan Didi and Hemant Jiju, waving wildly. "Surprise!" Gunjan yelled, boarding with hugs. "Bhanu invited us for the 'real' party." My jaw dropped; our original swap starters here? Gunjan stripped immediately—her bold body on display, breasts full, ass firm. Hemant, tall and dominant, cock already hardening.
The yacht turned into a floating orgy den. Surprise four: blindfolds for the women. Gunjan, Subiya, and I tied to loungers, eyes covered. "Guess who," the men said, taking turns. Cocks in our mouths—guessing by taste, size: Razzaq's thickness, Bhanu's girth, Hemant's curve, Jeetu's length, Sammir's beast. Wrong guess? A spank or nipple twist. I came from the tease alone, fingering myself as unknown tongues licked me.
Twist five: water play. We jumped into the cove—naked swimming turning to underwater gropes. Hemant held me under, his cock in my pussy as we floated, thrusting slow in the salt water. Subiya on Razzaq's shoulders, pussy in his face as he ate her. Gunjan with Jeetu and Bhanu—MFM in the shallows, her screams muffled by waves. Sammir watched from the boat, but joined—fucking me against the hull, water splashing with each pound.
Back on deck, the intensity peaked. Surprise six: role-play. Razzaq as "sultan," us women as harem slaves. We kneeled, servicing him—me rimming his ass while Subiya sucked his cock, Gunjan licking his balls. He "punished" us with light whips—stings on asses turning to pleasure. Then gangbang: me the center first—Razzaq in ass, Bhanu in pussy, Hemant in mouth, Jeetu and Sammir on tits. Orgasms endless—mine chaining, squirting, body quaking.
Final twist: as sun set, a helicopter buzzed overhead—landing on a nearby beach. Out stepped... Manish, Kiran, Shilpi, Chhaya, Harsh! "The full group!" Bhanu announced. "I planned it all." My husband here, after his "work" in Mumbai? Turns out, the trips were covers for this reunion. Manish kissed me deeply: "Missed you, jaan. Now, show me what you learned." The yacht became chaos—bodies piling, swaps, DPs, chains. I took Manish in my ass while Razzaq fucked my pussy, Kiran licking my clit. Chhaya with Subiya in a 69, Harsh pounding Shilpi. Orgasms everywhere—mine the loudest, cumming until blackout.
By night, we docked, exhausted but alive with fire. That day twisted me forever—surprises layering like climaxes, each more shocking, erotic than the last.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of waves crashing against the shore, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains of the guest room like golden fingers caressing my naked skin. My body ached in the most delicious way—ass tender from Razzaq's brutal claims, pussy swollen and sticky from the multiple loads, nipples raw from Sammir's unexpected licks and bites. I stretched, feeling the dried cum flake off my thighs, a reminder of the night's debauchery. The bed was empty; Razzaq and Sammir had slipped out quietly at some point, leaving me alone with the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. I smiled to myself, touching my clit lightly—it pulsed, still sensitive, sending a shiver up my spine. "What a night," I murmured, replaying flashes: Razzaq's Arabic growls as he filled my ass, Sammir's cock throbbing in his hand as he watched, cum shooting onto my belly in silent ropes. I fingered myself lazily, building a slow orgasm just from the memories, my free hand pinching a nipple until I came with a soft gasp, juices trickling down my crack.
But the day was young, and Bhanu had promised more surprises. I showered quickly—hot water soothing my sore holes, soap sliding over my curves as I lathered my breasts, imagining hands everywhere. Wrapped in a towel, I padded downstairs to the kitchen, where the smell of fresh coffee and something spicier wafted. Bhanu was there, shirtless and glorious, his muscular back turned to me as he cooked. Subiya sat at the counter, her veil loosely dbangd, wearing a silk robe that gaped open to reveal the swell of her perfect C-cup breasts, dark nipples peeking like forbidden fruits. Her olive skin glowed with post-fuck radiance, faint red marks on her neck from Bhanu's bites. Razzaq lounged nearby, sipping tea, his thobe open at the chest, while Sammir stood guard by the door, his bulge from last night now hidden but his eyes flicking to me with knowing heat.
"Morning, bhabhi," Bhanu said, turning with a smirk, his eyes raking over my towel-clad body. "Sleep well after your... adventures?" I blushed, but my pussy tingled at the memory. "Like a well-fucked woman," I replied boldly, dropping the towel to stand naked before them all. Gasps rippled—Subiya's eyes widening at my boldness, Razzaq's cock visibly twitching under his thobe, Sammir shifting uncomfortably. Bhanu laughed, pulling me into his arms, his hardness pressing against my belly. "Good girl. Breakfast first, then the real fun begins."
We ate on the terrace—fresh fruits, eggs spiced with Arabic flavors, coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Conversations were light at first: Razzaq praising my "enthusiasm" last night, Subiya admitting Bhanu had made her squirt for the first time, her cheeks flushing as she described how his tongue in her ass had pushed her over the edge. I shared details of Sammir's involvement, watching the bodyguard's face remain stoic but his eyes darken. Under the table, hands wandered—Bhanu's fingers tracing my inner thigh, Razzaq's foot brushing Subiya's leg. The air thickened with tension, my nipples hardening in the breeze, pussy already wet again.
After breakfast, Bhanu announced the first surprise: "A private yacht cruise. Just us five—me, you, Razzaq, Subiya, and Sammir for 'security.'" My heart skipped; out on the open sea, no prying eyes? The possibilities made me drip. We changed—me into a micro-bikini that was basically strings and patches, Subiya in a modest but sheer swimsuit that hugged her curves, her ass cheeks peeking out, breasts threatening to spill. The men in swim trunks, their bulges prominent. Sammir drove us to the marina, where a sleek white yacht waited—40 feet of luxury, with a sun deck, cabin below, and a captain who discreetly looked the other way as we boarded.
As we set sail, the surprises escalated. First twist: the "captain" was no stranger. As he turned from the wheel, I gasped—it was Jeetu, our group friend from the original circle, grinning wickedly. "Surprise, Chaitali di! Bhanu called me in for backup." My mind reeled; Jeetu, with his lean, hung body and endless stamina, here? "What about Shilpi?" I asked, but he winked: "She's with Manish and Kiran in Mumbai. They're having their own party." A flash of jealousy mixed with arousal—imagining Manish fucking Shilpi and Kiran in some hotel, while I was here. But before I could process, Bhanu pulled me onto the sun deck, the yacht cutting through turquoise waters.
"Time for sunbathing," he said, but it was code for more. He oiled me up again—hands everywhere, fingers dipping into my bikini bottom to tease my clit. Subiya joined, her soft hands massaging my breasts, nipples between her fingers. "You have beautiful tits, di," she murmured, leaning in to kiss me—our first, tongues dancing soft and wet. Razzaq watched, stroking himself through his trunks, while Sammir and Jeetu steered us to a secluded cove.
Once anchored, the real games began. Surprise two: Bhanu revealed a bag of "toys" he'd packed—vibrating eggs, anal plugs, restraints, even a strap-on for Subiya. "We're playing 'King's Orders'—Razzaq is king today." Razzaq smiled darkly. "First order: Chaitali and Subiya, strip and pleasure each other on the deck. Sammir, watch closely." We obeyed—bikinis off, naked under the sun. Subiya's body was even more stunning in daylight: breasts firm, nipples dark and erect, pussy lips plump with arousal, ass cheeks spreading as she bent to kiss my neck. I laid her down on a lounger, spreading her legs—her scent musky, intoxicating. I licked her slowly—tongue flat along her slit, circling her clit, sucking it gently while fingering her G-spot. "Ahh, Chaitali... your tongue is magic!" she moaned, hands in my hair. I rimmed her too—tongue probing her tight asshole, feeling it clench. She came hard, squirting onto my face, her body arching like a bow.
Then she returned the favor—her mouth on my pussy, tongue flicking my clit with expert precision, fingers in my ass. "Taste so good, di," she whispered, making me cum with a scream that echoed over the water. The men watched, cocks out now—Razzaq stroking his thick shaft, Bhanu his monster, Jeetu his long curve, Sammir his beast.
Twist three: Razzaq ordered a "chain." We formed a line on the deck—me eating Subiya's pussy, Bhanu fucking me from behind, Razzaq in Subiya's mouth, Jeetu in my ass (double penetration already!), Sammir... wait, surprise—he joined, his cock in Subiya's ass. The yacht rocked with our rhythm—thrusts syncing to the waves, moans harmonizing. Bhanu's cock in my pussy, Jeetu's in my ass, rubbing through the wall, making me cum first—violent, squirting around Bhanu. Subiya followed, her ass clenching on Sammir as she sucked Razzaq. Loads exploded: Bhanu in me, Jeetu on my back, Razzaq down Subiya's throat, Sammir on her ass.
But the big twist came mid-afternoon. As we lounged naked, recovering, another boat approached—small, speedy. On board? Gunjan Didi and Hemant Jiju, waving wildly. "Surprise!" Gunjan yelled, boarding with hugs. "Bhanu invited us for the 'real' party." My jaw dropped; our original swap starters here? Gunjan stripped immediately—her bold body on display, breasts full, ass firm. Hemant, tall and dominant, cock already hardening.
The yacht turned into a floating orgy den. Surprise four: blindfolds for the women. Gunjan, Subiya, and I tied to loungers, eyes covered. "Guess who," the men said, taking turns. Cocks in our mouths—guessing by taste, size: Razzaq's thickness, Bhanu's girth, Hemant's curve, Jeetu's length, Sammir's beast. Wrong guess? A spank or nipple twist. I came from the tease alone, fingering myself as unknown tongues licked me.
Twist five: water play. We jumped into the cove—naked swimming turning to underwater gropes. Hemant held me under, his cock in my pussy as we floated, thrusting slow in the salt water. Subiya on Razzaq's shoulders, pussy in his face as he ate her. Gunjan with Jeetu and Bhanu—MFM in the shallows, her screams muffled by waves. Sammir watched from the boat, but joined—fucking me against the hull, water splashing with each pound.
Back on deck, the intensity peaked. Surprise six: role-play. Razzaq as "sultan," us women as harem slaves. We kneeled, servicing him—me rimming his ass while Subiya sucked his cock, Gunjan licking his balls. He "punished" us with light whips—stings on asses turning to pleasure. Then gangbang: me the center first—Razzaq in ass, Bhanu in pussy, Hemant in mouth, Jeetu and Sammir on tits. Orgasms endless—mine chaining, squirting, body quaking.
Final twist: as sun set, a helicopter buzzed overhead—landing on a nearby beach. Out stepped... Manish, Kiran, Shilpi, Chhaya, Harsh! "The full group!" Bhanu announced. "I planned it all." My husband here, after his "work" in Mumbai? Turns out, the trips were covers for this reunion. Manish kissed me deeply: "Missed you, jaan. Now, show me what you learned." The yacht became chaos—bodies piling, swaps, DPs, chains. I took Manish in my ass while Razzaq fucked my pussy, Kiran licking my clit. Chhaya with Subiya in a 69, Harsh pounding Shilpi. Orgasms everywhere—mine the loudest, cumming until blackout.
By night, we docked, exhausted but alive with fire. That day twisted me forever—surprises layering like climaxes, each more shocking, erotic than the last.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)