29-01-2026, 12:28 AM
Tony told to Rita "complete the task... Go.".. Rita went
The air in the dimly lit farmhouse bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and betrayal.
Mrunal and Priya—sisters who had always shared everything except this—were now kneeling on the wide king
bed, wrists bound loosely behind their backs with silk scarves, black satin blindfolds still covering their eyes.
Their breathing came in short, uneven gasps. Minutes earlier the blindfolds had been tight, their mouths
pressed to each other’s cores in a slow, obscene 69 forced by the two men who had orchestrated the entire
weekend.
Abhishek and Tony stood at the foot of the bed now, cocks still glistening, satisfied smirks on their faces.
They had already taken turns ruining both women separately—first Mrunal for nearly two hours while Priya
was kept locked in the next room, then Priya while Mrunal lay dazed and leaking on the sheets. The sisters
had been none the wiser until the very end.
Tony reached out first, hooking a finger under each blindfold and slowly dragging the fabric upward.
“Time to see who you’ve been eating so eagerly, ladies.”
The silk slipped away.
Priya’s eyes widened first—horror, recognition, shame crashing over her features in a single heartbeat. She
saw Mrunal’s flushed face, lips still shiny, chin wet, dark hair plastered to her forehead with perspiration.
Mrunal’s reaction came half a second later. Her pupils blew wide. “Pri… Priya?”
For several long seconds neither sister spoke. They just stared—at each other’s swollen, glistening mouths, at
the evidence of what they had unknowingly done smeared across cheeks and chins, at the matching hickeys
blooming on necks and inner thighs that they had not given each other.
Abhishek broke the silence with a low, amused chuckle.
“Look at that. Big-sister instinct kicked in late, huh?” He stepped closer, fisting his half-hard cock lazily. “So…
Priya. Tell us. How did your little sister’s cunt taste?”
Priya’s throat worked convulsively. She shook her head once, violently, but the motion only made the sticky
wetness on her lips smear further.
“Don’t be shy now,” Tony murmured, circling behind her. He gripped her hair, tilting her head back so she
had to look straight at Mrunal. “You were moaning into her like she was the sweetest thing you’d ever had. So
answer the question. How did your own sister taste?”
Priya’s voice cracked on the first try. “I… I didn’t know…”
“That’s not an answer.” Abhishek crouched in front of Mrunal, forcing her thighs wider apart so Priya had an
unobstructed view of her sister’s puffy, reddened folds still dripping with both men’s cum and Mrunal’s own
slick. “Try again. Describe it. Was she tangy? Sweet? Did she gush when you flicked her clit with your
tongue?”
Mrunal whimpered, trying to close her legs, but Tony’s hand shot out and pinned one knee down. “No hiding
now, baby. Your turn next.”
Priya’s eyes filled with humiliated tears, but the words were dragged out of her anyway.
“…salty,” she whispered. “And… warm. She was… so wet. I thought—I thought it was just… someone
anonymous…”
Abhishek laughed outright. “Hear that, Mrunal? Your big sister thinks you taste salty and warm. Isn’t that
sweet?”
Mrunal’s face burned crimson. She tried to look away, but Tony twisted her chin back toward Priya.
“Your turn, princess,” he purred. “Tell us how Priya tasted. Be honest. We all heard how loudly you came with
your face buried in her.”
Mrunal’s lips trembled. A fresh bead of her own arousal slid down her inner thigh—traitorous evidence that
her body was still responding despite the mortification.
“She…” Mrunal’s voice was barely audible. “She tasted… musky. Like… like honey mixed with something
darker. And when she clenched around my tongue I—” She choked, unable to finish.
Tony grinned. “You what? You loved it? You came harder because it was your sister’s pussy you were drinking from?”
Mrunal squeezed her eyes shut. A tear slipped free.
Abhishek wasn’t done. He leaned in close to Priya, voice dropping to a velvet growl. “Did you like feeling her
shake against your mouth? Knowing now that every little whimper, every flutter of her walls, was your baby
sister losing control?”
Priya’s sob was half denial, half something darker. “Stop… please…”
“No,” Tony said cheerfully. He pushed Priya forward until her face was inches from Mrunal’s still-dripping
center again. “You’re both going to clean each other up properly this time. No blindfolds. Eyes open. And
you’re going to tell us—step by step—exactly how your sister’s used cunt tastes after two cocks have finished
in it.”
He pressed Priya’s head down.
“Lick.”
Priya resisted for only a heartbeat before her tongue darted out—tentative, then longer, broader strokes as
shame and heat warred inside her. Mrunal’s hips jerked involuntarily.
“Words,” Abhishek reminded them both. “We want to hear the words.”
Priya’s voice was muffled against slick flesh. “She’s… still so full… I can taste both of you… salty… thick… and
her… God, her clit is so swollen…”
Mrunal cried out softly as Priya’s tongue circled that sensitive bud.
“Your turn to return the favor,” Tony told Mrunal, guiding her head between Priya’s trembling thighs. “Show
your big sister how grateful you are that she ate you so well.”
Mrunal’s first lick was hesitant, exploratory. Then deeper. Hungrier.
Priya moaned against her sister’s pussy. “Mrunal… you’re… licking deeper than before…”
“Because she knows it’s you now,” Abhishek said, stroking himself slowly as he watched. “She’s tasting her
own big sister properly for the first time. Isn’t that right, Mrunal? Tell us—does Priya taste even better when
you know whose cunt you’re tongue-fucking?”
Mrunal’s answer came broken and wet. “Yes… yes… she tastes… like sin… like home…”
The sisters worked each other in tandem now—slow, obscene, deliberate—while the men circled, murmuring
filthy encouragements, occasionally reaching down to smear more cum across their lips or pinch a nipple just
to hear them gasp into each other.
Priya came first—back arching, a keening cry vibrating straight into Mrunal’s core.
Mrunal followed seconds later, thighs clamping around Priya’s head as she shuddered and flooded her
sister’s mouth again.
When they finally collapsed, panting, faces shiny and ruined, Abhishek and Tony were already hard again.
“Round two,” Tony announced, voice thick with lust. “This time you watch each other get fucked. And you’re
going to keep telling us exactly how good your sister looks when she’s stuffed full.”
Priya and Mrunal exchanged one long, shattered look—shame, desire, surrender all tangled together.
Then Priya whispered, barely audible:
“…don’t stop.”
And Mrunal answered, just as softly:
“…never.”
The air in the dimly lit farmhouse bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and betrayal.
Mrunal and Priya—sisters who had always shared everything except this—were now kneeling on the wide king
bed, wrists bound loosely behind their backs with silk scarves, black satin blindfolds still covering their eyes.
Their breathing came in short, uneven gasps. Minutes earlier the blindfolds had been tight, their mouths
pressed to each other’s cores in a slow, obscene 69 forced by the two men who had orchestrated the entire
weekend.
Abhishek and Tony stood at the foot of the bed now, cocks still glistening, satisfied smirks on their faces.
They had already taken turns ruining both women separately—first Mrunal for nearly two hours while Priya
was kept locked in the next room, then Priya while Mrunal lay dazed and leaking on the sheets. The sisters
had been none the wiser until the very end.
Tony reached out first, hooking a finger under each blindfold and slowly dragging the fabric upward.
“Time to see who you’ve been eating so eagerly, ladies.”
The silk slipped away.
Priya’s eyes widened first—horror, recognition, shame crashing over her features in a single heartbeat. She
saw Mrunal’s flushed face, lips still shiny, chin wet, dark hair plastered to her forehead with perspiration.
Mrunal’s reaction came half a second later. Her pupils blew wide. “Pri… Priya?”
For several long seconds neither sister spoke. They just stared—at each other’s swollen, glistening mouths, at
the evidence of what they had unknowingly done smeared across cheeks and chins, at the matching hickeys
blooming on necks and inner thighs that they had not given each other.
Abhishek broke the silence with a low, amused chuckle.
“Look at that. Big-sister instinct kicked in late, huh?” He stepped closer, fisting his half-hard cock lazily. “So…
Priya. Tell us. How did your little sister’s cunt taste?”
Priya’s throat worked convulsively. She shook her head once, violently, but the motion only made the sticky
wetness on her lips smear further.
“Don’t be shy now,” Tony murmured, circling behind her. He gripped her hair, tilting her head back so she
had to look straight at Mrunal. “You were moaning into her like she was the sweetest thing you’d ever had. So
answer the question. How did your own sister taste?”
Priya’s voice cracked on the first try. “I… I didn’t know…”
“That’s not an answer.” Abhishek crouched in front of Mrunal, forcing her thighs wider apart so Priya had an
unobstructed view of her sister’s puffy, reddened folds still dripping with both men’s cum and Mrunal’s own
slick. “Try again. Describe it. Was she tangy? Sweet? Did she gush when you flicked her clit with your
tongue?”
Mrunal whimpered, trying to close her legs, but Tony’s hand shot out and pinned one knee down. “No hiding
now, baby. Your turn next.”
Priya’s eyes filled with humiliated tears, but the words were dragged out of her anyway.
“…salty,” she whispered. “And… warm. She was… so wet. I thought—I thought it was just… someone
anonymous…”
Abhishek laughed outright. “Hear that, Mrunal? Your big sister thinks you taste salty and warm. Isn’t that
sweet?”
Mrunal’s face burned crimson. She tried to look away, but Tony twisted her chin back toward Priya.
“Your turn, princess,” he purred. “Tell us how Priya tasted. Be honest. We all heard how loudly you came with
your face buried in her.”
Mrunal’s lips trembled. A fresh bead of her own arousal slid down her inner thigh—traitorous evidence that
her body was still responding despite the mortification.
“She…” Mrunal’s voice was barely audible. “She tasted… musky. Like… like honey mixed with something
darker. And when she clenched around my tongue I—” She choked, unable to finish.
Tony grinned. “You what? You loved it? You came harder because it was your sister’s pussy you were drinking from?”
Mrunal squeezed her eyes shut. A tear slipped free.
Abhishek wasn’t done. He leaned in close to Priya, voice dropping to a velvet growl. “Did you like feeling her
shake against your mouth? Knowing now that every little whimper, every flutter of her walls, was your baby
sister losing control?”
Priya’s sob was half denial, half something darker. “Stop… please…”
“No,” Tony said cheerfully. He pushed Priya forward until her face was inches from Mrunal’s still-dripping
center again. “You’re both going to clean each other up properly this time. No blindfolds. Eyes open. And
you’re going to tell us—step by step—exactly how your sister’s used cunt tastes after two cocks have finished
in it.”
He pressed Priya’s head down.
“Lick.”
Priya resisted for only a heartbeat before her tongue darted out—tentative, then longer, broader strokes as
shame and heat warred inside her. Mrunal’s hips jerked involuntarily.
“Words,” Abhishek reminded them both. “We want to hear the words.”
Priya’s voice was muffled against slick flesh. “She’s… still so full… I can taste both of you… salty… thick… and
her… God, her clit is so swollen…”
Mrunal cried out softly as Priya’s tongue circled that sensitive bud.
“Your turn to return the favor,” Tony told Mrunal, guiding her head between Priya’s trembling thighs. “Show
your big sister how grateful you are that she ate you so well.”
Mrunal’s first lick was hesitant, exploratory. Then deeper. Hungrier.
Priya moaned against her sister’s pussy. “Mrunal… you’re… licking deeper than before…”
“Because she knows it’s you now,” Abhishek said, stroking himself slowly as he watched. “She’s tasting her
own big sister properly for the first time. Isn’t that right, Mrunal? Tell us—does Priya taste even better when
you know whose cunt you’re tongue-fucking?”
Mrunal’s answer came broken and wet. “Yes… yes… she tastes… like sin… like home…”
The sisters worked each other in tandem now—slow, obscene, deliberate—while the men circled, murmuring
filthy encouragements, occasionally reaching down to smear more cum across their lips or pinch a nipple just
to hear them gasp into each other.
Priya came first—back arching, a keening cry vibrating straight into Mrunal’s core.
Mrunal followed seconds later, thighs clamping around Priya’s head as she shuddered and flooded her
sister’s mouth again.
When they finally collapsed, panting, faces shiny and ruined, Abhishek and Tony were already hard again.
“Round two,” Tony announced, voice thick with lust. “This time you watch each other get fucked. And you’re
going to keep telling us exactly how good your sister looks when she’s stuffed full.”
Priya and Mrunal exchanged one long, shattered look—shame, desire, surrender all tangled together.
Then Priya whispered, barely audible:
“…don’t stop.”
And Mrunal answered, just as softly:
“…never.”
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