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Chapter-69:
Khurram had her pinned.
Holding her exactly where he wanted her.
"If you tell me right now to whom you spread these hot legs, I will stop", he growled as his chin and face glimmered with her fluids.
"I...didn't...please...understand...we already did many bad things...I don't want this...you are tearing meee", she screeched with tears falling out.
"Liar!", with a grunt, Khurram thrust his hips forward. The bulbous and blood engorged and dark-brownish purple of his penis-head hit her drenched pussy, hitting straight at it's mark...his penis-slit went and smashed against her clenched woman-hole.
Tanvi jolted up when her vaginal petals felt the shove from the slick and girthy end of his rod, covering her slit completely...ready to split any moment.
Her life as a dutiful wife...a mother...to be forgotten any moment...
"Khurramji...please...please...I beg you...I will do anything for you...but, please stop...I already did everything you wanted...this is not what you said...I don't...I don't want this...please, Khurramji", she cried her heart out...but for some reason, her legs widened a little...it was slight movement, but both of them noticed it.
She wanted it!
But she couldn't admit it loudly!
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"Fucking bitch, you did me everything? You will know what it means 'everything' now, bloody slut. Your filthy pussy is asking for it...look", Khurram was angry beyond words and he nodded her to look down.
Tanvi blinked first, then her expression changed into horror. Not scared, pure horror...of looking at her reality!
Her vaginal lips had expanded and was about to cover over his penis girth...with a clear vision, she saw her glistening and cleaned pussy lips spread over his cock-head, half of it's tip was not visible…it was partially...inside her!!!
Unknown to her conscious mind, her body succumbed to it's need to take upperhand and controlled her completely, making her pussy to grapple over the one thing that it knew would provide what it was desperate for, all her life waiting for that inevitable moment.
Khurram grinned with an evil twist on his lips at her with a knowing look.
"You want this, yes? It's not me who's banging you, slut...if you still haven't registered it yet, it is you...YOU...it is the whore in your cunt that is banging yourself", he barked at her, but she wasn't paying attention to him.
Her focus was elsewhere. Her eyes were glued to their co-jointed area.
A moment passed, Khurram saw her face changing it's expression with remorse, anger and unwillingness returning back.
"Please, Khurramji, whatever you said is right, but please, don't do this...I will give you everything that you ask for the rest of my life, I will be yours...please don't do this...please", she pleaded with all her innocence. Her sweat covered breasts heaved up and down, giving him the view of a woman who just wanted to get fucked...
"You asked for this, woman", with that statement, Khurram made a hard shove, straight, his angle in perfect line to her drenched and inviting pussy.
“You can’t...you shouldn't...”, Tanvi tried to argue, feeling utterly helpless in his powerful clutch...or rather her pussy's clutch on him. The forbidden friction between their genitals felt so wickedly pleasuring her silently, and her body craved more.
“Can’t what? Do this?” He thrust his hips ever so slightly forward and his thick head prodded against her tight entrance, threatening to break the final seal.
“NO!”, Tanvi shouted at Khurram but her mind was racing with scared yelps. "Is it really about to happen? Would this huge thing stretch me open?", those very thoughts had bombarded her mind for some time already since the ordeal started, and she realized it was on the brink of becoming a reality.
With a sudden change of pace, Khurram's large hands snaked up her chest, travelling through her abdomen first, making her shiver, and closed over her two breast mounds.
“Mmm”, she was shocked at her half-moan, half-protest against the devilishly blissful comfort that his meaty palms provided her breasts. Feeling even more powerless than she already was, she writhed against him, unable to move but just enough one jerk that made his cock slip away from where her cunt lips held to slide down...a little bit...few centimetres along her smothered pussy-slit. But his pressure remained the same.
“You are going to feel amazing in a second. Just give in. Let me have this", he whispered leaning closer to her face, his wrists slowly massaging her soft breast meat, his tone menacing and appealing.
Tanvi whimpered with muffled mewls of repeating 'NO'. But she knew that she was about to be devoured by his python any moment. She was completely at his mercy and her body shook with tremors. Once that realization hit, she would not be able to do anything to stop him. In return to that thought, another shiver ran down her spine. It was something she’d never experienced, despite everything depraved activity she did so far, she never allowed another man to enter her married womanhood. Her flaming red nipples hardened with every passing second.
Her yellowish fair feet dangled at both sides, her gloriously naked skin propelled every ounce of lust that she held inside her...ready...
Khurram thrusted his hips mildly against her soft petals. Due to it's smothered wetness, her clamped hole began to stretch against the mammoth-sized penis-head. He looked with increased lust as her vaginal lips started spreading over the engorged circumference of his cock-head.
Tanvi wasn't prepared for it...at all. Despite everything that the vile old man did so far, and even after she mentally recognized the inevitable happening, her face contorted with pain, shame, surrender.
The only pacifying thought she had at that moment was, at least she wasn't the one pushing things further, and thus should not be the one responsible for this downfall.
Her brain knew the logic was deeply flawed, but her body was completely flooded with desire and her mind was not capable of thinking straight. She could feel his fat, monolith head sinking further into her...one centimetre after other...painfully slow...every ounce of his thickness was pronounced and recognized by her brain, and her sinful cunt oozed with lubrication to prepare for the digit that was entering her once protected, married hole.
Khurram kept watching her face, her angelic green eyes were clamped shut, her full lips bitten hard to contain the emotions and pain, and her body trembled under him. He tried to soothe her by massaging her breasts inside his hands, carefully avoiding any pressure on her hardened nipples, avoiding it deliberately.
He gave a mild push.
A desperate cry came out of Tanvi!
Khurram's mushroom tip finally crossed the threshold, and it's head, the monstrous round size, got suddenly buried inside her, it's full girth. Her taut walls enclosed over the intruding shaft...closing on it...gripping it inside...as if her pussy wanted to take more of it...
The burn!
The pain of her penetration!
He was finally rooted inside of her!
The shame of her utmost debauchery!
Tanvi felt like nothing she had ever experienced till that moment. She braced her hands on the soft armrests for what would come next. Instead of further penetrating though, Khurram went into a different direction, slowly pulling out of her clinging red swollen cunt lips.
He groaned quietly to her ear before pushing into her again, taking care to move as slowly as possible to allow her pussy it's own time needed to warm up to his girth. Her warm, gripping cunt felt even tighter than he imagined how it would, and he was determined to enjoy every single second of him breaching her defenses.
The feeling from her sensitive cunt walls clamping over his penis-crown was something beyond that he felt with any women that he defiled, and the fact that he was hardly even successful to penetrate his cock-head made him feel more empowered.
Khurram fought the urge to drill into her further, but kept his pace managed with all the control he could muster.
Tanvi's entire body was on fire, as if she was burning all over. Sweat came out from every pore.
Khurram's careful movements started to break her willpower one by one. Her brain worried more about the need of her pussy driving to get his fat cock fill more of her became unbearable, and without registering it, Tanvi's hips began a rhythmic and involuntarily bucking back at him...towards his crown that was half-pulled out, half inside. He held her in place with unyielding force. Her weak attempts to capture more of him only resulted in a dull feeling of shame inside her head as her lust drowned out the last bit of reluctance she had left in her.
Tanvi and Khurram felt the layer of sweat forming and growing all over their bodies as the primal heat generated from their engorged and pulsing genitals became extremely suffocating to both.
Khurram maintained the pressure of his cock-head to slip inside her pussy once again. He gasped when felt her cunt lips closing over his girth one more time. This time, it was smoother than the first time, her lubricated walls stretched and screamed at him to stop...but he didn't!
The sharp pain from the intrusion made her whimper with a moaning protest, but the pleasure of being split-open overwhelmed her rationale. Her juices coated his shaft head. Khurram made a slow, an excruciatingly slow pull, till the edge of his tip stayed inside her spread cunt lips, her liquid was coated over it. The exposed portion of his cock-head gleaming with her dirty froth.
Khurram thought for a moment about the transformation that Tanvi underwent.
Few minutes earlier, she was fighting, begging to stop, and now, the tables turned, being the slut she was, her struggles morphed into a sort of unspoken willingness...to be taken...asking him silently with her moans to give it to her!
“Ready for more, bitch?", his voice was menacing this time.
Tanvi shuddered at his curse words spat on her, and in reflex, both her hands flew up from the recliner armrests to clutch Khurram's chest. Her hands seemed tiny over his vast upper body. To Khurram, it felt like she was giving him a silent opportunity, an offering...to take her!
His hands moved away from her breasts.
She was ready.
He knew it was his turn.
“Nnggh...nnnoo...mmm…”, Tanvi couldn’t take it anymore. The rational part of her brain reaffirmed how wrong it was to allow a man other than her husband to take her chastity, but the other side...the devious other part of her brain wouldn't stop the images of how much she was going to enjoy the carnal pleasure of the prohibited and suppressed cravings.
At that very moment, when Tanvi held the old man's chest to stop, there was nothing else that mattered...her pussy came to terms with reality. She was well aware of this fact, no matter what she did, what she offered, how much she begged, the wretched old man was hellbound to take what he wanted, with or without her acceptance. Her body shuddered again, and as her eyes closed with resignation, it brought the image of the monstrosity that was about to fill her up.
He stayed still, just a moment, allowing her some more time, to ensure she was breathing a bit, and with a loud groan, he pushed his hips forward.
"Aaaah...ooooouuuu...mmmm", a shriek, a primal screech, came out from Tanvi's gasping mouth as her feet and toes contorted, her long fingers clenched, her hands pushed back on his chest...hard...to stop...but her cunt got what it was wanted...what it was waiting for...all this while...
Tanvi gulped for air, to breath and lessen the suffocation...and pain.
The unbearable pain...the intensity of the burn inside her hole...
The thickness, his girth, his length, and the heat of his cock, all of it were unyielding. With that powerful shove, Khurram was able to lodge half of him through her vaginal folds. Her cunt rebelled, and convulsed as it had zero option that covering his giant cock inside it's soft and lathered hole. The spasms that her pussy produced turned into thrilling spikes through his spine. When he looked down, he saw her eyes clamped, with watery tears spilling out slowly, gasping, choking and trying to contain the intrusion inside her most sensitive body part.
She coughed, trying hard to catch her breath, using all her force over his chest to push him away, to stop the most pleasurable heat that was inside her, despite her unwillingness to cooperate.
Khurram, using his right hand, cupped her chin, making her open her green eyes. It was slow and took deliberate effort for her to focus and look up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” he said, in a whisper, warm, not angry, making her melt into his eyes, for a few seconds.
Before she could protest, he eased down on her chest, nestling his balded head between the soft and marvellous swell of her breasts.
On instinct, her hands flew away from his chest and held over his head, pulling him closer, as if she was solacing him to sleep over her chest, that hold helped her a bit to brush away the pain she felt inside her violated woman-hole.
They lay pressed and compressed to each other, for a few blissful moments. His sweaty bald head held inside her soft palms, with his face firmly placed against the soft cushioning of her cleavage valley.
The comforting seconds didn’t last.
Tanvi crooned with protest when Khurram lifted his hips back, it was slow, but he pulled. Her tight cunt-lock on his girth made it impossible for her to suppress her painful cries.
Khurram slid his face to the left and caught her right breast, not hard, not making her nervous, to slowly pull towards his open mouth. Just like how he gulped and sucked her breasts a few days earlier in her kitchen, he parted his large mouth as wide as he could, and engulfed her entire breast inside his hollow mouth. At the same time, he used his right hand to dive under her upper back, and hooked her shoulder blades to squeeze her against him...hard...into a suffocating embrace of lust.
Tanvi failed to breathe.
She forgot everything around her.
The pleasure she felt was so enormous that she pulled at his bald head as much as she could, making him suffocate on her left breast. Without failing to notice, Khurram slurped her breast, initially twirling his tongue in circles, all around her soft meat and then circling over her areola, and finally holding her nipple with his teeth and flicked her nubbins...not paced...but with deliberate slow flicks on her raspberry nubbin.
Tanvi couldn't contain that painful but heavenly pleasure, and it came out as muffled whimpers. If his moves on her nipple were slow, his hips moved at an extremely slow pace. He made hardly any thrusts, his girth began it's movement, slower than a snail's pace, but he ensured her body to sync his movements. Each time he flicked and sucked her nipple and breast-meat, he would push his cock into her, with punishingly slow thrust.
She tried to ignore the increasing pace of his jabs at her torn pussy. The pain remained, it was subsiding yes, but slow as it rose up each time he pulled and pushed into her. It was comforting her that her cheating pussy was getting wetter with every mild bounce he placed inside it's smothered hole. But again, along with it, her breath strained, each flick on her nipple combined with mild thrust of his hips, slowly made her push her groin back at him, squeezing his shaft tighter. She gasped, panted and heaved on every inhale and exhale.
Then Khurram changed to her right side, gulping her left breast inside his mouth. Through a corner of her slightly open eyes, Tanvi looked at the breast that he left free, and a heavy moan left her. Her entire right side of her chest glimmered with his saliva.
Then she felt it...that very sensation of her body starting to accept the old man.
Between the smooth moves that Khurram made with his mouth and tongue, he was pushing his cock into her with increased thrusts. Each of his jabs made her feel his thick crown to penetrate further inside...expanding...exploring...widening her hole...it's fat and spherical head hit against her last stop-point. Creating jolts of pain...along with an unknown pleasure that was completely new to the young mother, making her shudder each time he thrusted. Her face flushed with reprobation, and wondered for a moment why the filthy old man wasn't kissing her, as it would give her some comfort. The very thought of them kissing made her face red, and shame, but it came out of her as a deep groan.
"Aaaarggghh...mmmm", Tanvi whimpered but it also came out as another gluttral cry. The reason was none other...she came...despite all her unwillingness and meek acceptance, her pussy betrayed her. The flow from her pussy was stopped by his girth, but the pleasure wasn't. Her vaginal walls clamped tight over his cock that was half-way inside along with her upturned ankles contorting to hold Khurram's neck into a vicious grip. Her feet swayed without any balance in mid-air along with her beautifully crafted toes curling and uncurling to contain that evil pleasure, trying it's best to stop her pussy from overtaking the last bit of defiance she held in her heart.
Khurram held her tight, his sucking on her breasts were not slow as earlier. It had turned into a ferocity oscillating between both her nipples, munching, chewing, churning, twisting with his lips and tongue.
Tanvi saw her upturned yellow heels wobbling in sync with her vaginal secretions. The view seemed surreal. Her fair, hairless legs and her yellowish orange soles wobbling feet against the dark brown giant, an extreme contradiction of skin-tones. A vision of her anatomical difference with the one that trapped her underneath made her cunt spew more of what it contained inside. She struggled to catch her breath.
Her face was flushed, not just from exertion, embarrassment visible all over her, mixed with disgust and a trace of anger...at her body's betrayal. But the fact that her remained glued at their groins remained, to her utter disbelief, Khurram's penis was inside her, more than half of it's length...her shock turned into horror finding it hard to believe that such a large thing was inside her...to an unbelievable length..."so much more", an inhuman voice within her head made her shudder, once again.
Khurram gave her more than a minute to rewind and refocus. Once he saw her breaths becoming softer, he released her from his grip. When she felt the comforting size of his body getting away from her clutches, Tanvi opened her eyes, with an unspoken question...
"You ready to tell me now, bitch?",
"Huh, noo...no Khurramji...I didn’t...I didn’t...you know I didn't", her tears came out, once again as she gasped for breath.
"Alright, if you are so adamant, then I think it's time for you to show your real color"
Tanvi looked up at him, still her ankles spread on his two shoulders.
"Let's see how you enjoy the outdoors...you love it, don't you, slut?", he grunted and using his large arms, he moved through her sides, and caught her shoulders from both sides.
With a loud grunt, he stood up, on his legs, to his full height.
She was completely unprepared for it.
She hardly even thought of such a possibility.
The air inside her chest left her into a vacuum of shock, surprise and shame of absolute vulnerability...total helplessness took over her sanity...
Tanvi was hoisted up by Khurram in mid-air.
Her body was folded into two.
The contortion of her lithe body was an impossible one even to her wildest imagination to be a reality...yet, it was.
She hung plastered against the sweaty, naked brown giant of a man who seemed hardly even bothered about her weight.
She was suspended against him with the only thing that she detected...his penis was buried inside her hole and the pain a blissful yet criminal reminder of her violated chastity.
His arms held at her shoulders, and that angle forced her ass-cheeks to spread wide...wider than ever...her pussy spread further to it's widest...her asshole expanded and gaped obscenely below her...every muscle in her body screamed with pain...only because she being an athlete, she didn't had muscle spasms...the rest of her limbs...both the animals in heat stood compressed against each other.
Now, as he stood, her absolute naked back was shown to the world, whoever might be looking at her apartment.
With a muffle of protest, her head hit on his neck with absolute shame and embarrassment. She realized that during those moments, her pussy had slipped a bit more onto the wretched old man's penis, taking it's girth a bit more inside her.
The pain blinded her.
The pleasure suffocated her.
The burn inside her pussy never left, instead it's intensity multiplied hundred fold.
She didn't realize it, till she heard the sound of her house-grille being opened.
"WHAT! NOO...NO! KHURRAMJII...NOO!!!", Tanvi used all her might to jump free from his clasp.
She recoiled when she realized what he was about to do.
He was taking her outside her home!
She was peeled-raw and naked!
The couple was folded into a primitive dancing embrace!
They were on the small veranda outside her home, the same place where she sucked Dattu in his sleep, at the very same place where Sanjoth and Safiya had sex. Between her struggle, she realized with a relief that the corridor was dark, the light came out from her slightly open door, the rest, silent and still, no one around.
And the worse, she was still hung in mid-air, balanced by the vile old man, grinning from ear to ear at her misery, and adding the fact that, her cunt sank another inch down on his wretchedly thick cock, making her wince with pain, and shudder with pleasure.
She was exposed to the core.
Now, without any remote chance of help.
Absolutely exposed to her entirety, in all it's vulgarity, to whole world to see her having sex, being fucked, or rather she fucking another man other than her husband.
"Khurramji, pleeease, I beg you...you took my everything, I beg you to stop, I will do anything but take me from here, pleeeeese", she cried and tears smothered his neck.
"Well, you like being on display, don't you, slut? You like this...I can feel your damn cunt, bitch, you are not asking to take you away, you are begging to be fucked, like this, outside, for everyone to see you, fucking me...a man who is not your husband...you want to show everyone how much of a slut you really are, don't you, bitch?", he growled back as he pulled her up a bit, and brought her down in one swift motion of his arms.
His curses didn't go inside her head.
Tanvi shuddered as her cunt loosened a bit and then tightened over his girth, again. Deep inside she knew that he was telling the truth. Her carnally depraved subconscious literally made her cunt clench and unclench on his shaft, making it a fact...an unspoken fact of truth.
"Bitch", Khurram grunted between his teeth and walked a bit forward and slowly sat on the steps that went upto his apartment.
With tears smoking her eyes, Tanvi looked sideways, the steps that went down to the parking lot, where the Auto brought her kids daily, where Dattu brought milk everyday, and then behind her, another set of steps descended to the mini-jungle, to the running trail that she ran everyday, opening to the very same area where a turn sideways opened to Mehta's apartment.
Tanvi shivered with humiliated embarrassment and helpless pleasure when she felt her feet touching the steps as Khurram sat on his ass. The cold cement at her feet sent her into another set of shudders.
"Move it, slut. If you are good enough, then I will take you inside. Otherwise, anyone...listen to me properly, anyone walking in will hear you and catch you fucking me. I have nothing to lose, if you feel the same, then be here. If you want me to take you inside, fuck me as I like...you know me well", he kept holding her legs through her under-thighs with his two large palms spreading her ass-cheeks, wide, to a point that she felt he was about to split her into two.
She was fully aware a while ago about her trapped situation. There was nothing or no one to turn to for help.
Using her last bit of energy, Tanvi pushed down on her feet, and lifted herself up...sliding herself up from where she was firmly placed on Khurram's lap. Her throat went dry and before her throat could release the painful whimper, she felt herself sitting back, gliding down, on his slippery thing, it was her own body-weight that forced her actions.
"Arrrggh, YESS", Khurram grunted loudly as he held her ass spread and wide, as much as he could to ensure the motion of her body helped him to penetrate more of her.
Tanvi couldn’t help anything. She knew it was a lost case. Though she reeled with the exposure, she didn't want to get caught. Without prompting, she caught his face into a tight grip, and slanting her head to side, opened her mouth wide, and clamped it on his slightly spread lips...into a kiss...a carnal...a viciously animal kiss.
Khurram, though expected it to happen, didn't think that the young mother would cave in so quickly. He returned her kiss, with equal vigor. He, himself was shocked that Tanvi didn't sprang away from him when he took her outside. It was a test, and she surpassed all his guesses. From what he gathered so far, he had seen the mobile photo of a fair bodied woman running naked in the Complex a few months earlier and guessed it to be Tanvi. When he made her strip at the gym to take some liberties, he guessed the naked streak that she held, but never in his wildest dream did he thought she would turn into a wild-cat by witnessing how she kissed him.
The odd couple were literally in heat.
Tanvi couldn’t stop pulling her long and lizard-like tongue out from Khurram's mouth as he pulled and pushed her to bounce on his shaft. It was slow, but the effect was there. Her feet helped to make every bounce count. Each time she dropped down, her cunt tried to take more of his length inside her.
Despite all her tries, she couldn't stop her body, her pussy from stopping to respond...
Tanvi grunted into the old man's mouth with added frustration of disappointment. Swearing silently between their combined moans and whines, Tanvi fumbled her body over his froth coated shaft and the way it was pointed straight and angled directly into her hole made her suffocate and unable to breathe properly. She clamped her legs around Khurram's naked waistline, adding more friction, creating more stress, and finally she felt that she was answering the wild call of her sinning pussy.
Suddenly, Tanvi pulled away from the kiss. Her bounces ceased into nothingness.
Khurram looked at her with a silent question and saw her lips twitching.
"Take me from here", a straight request...her bottom lip was bitten.
"Kiss me again", Khurram growled back.
Tanvi didn’t wait for a second. Her lips crushed against his large lips, slobbering him once again.
She crooned at the old man, when she felt him lifting her one more time, turning back, he took the next steps...forward...upstairs...
She trembled as goosebumps filled her entire body...with anticipation...he was taking her to his home...to his bedroom...to fulfill what she wanted...
A distressed whimper of contentment came out of her throat when she heard the voice in her head hollering her pussy's glee by knowing that the bulge she set her eyes the moment she saw underneath the newspaper...the very day she stole a glance on his mammoth manhood...she was going to get it...
She thought that cold lizards were creeping from both of her splayed feet that hung at both sides of the brawny old man's hips with every step he took upward...to her destination...
It was just like her subconscious imagined and lusted for...without her heart's acknowledgement...
At last!
Khurram had her pinned.
Holding her exactly where he wanted her.
"If you tell me right now to whom you spread these hot legs, I will stop", he growled as his chin and face glimmered with her fluids.
"I...didn't...please...understand...we already did many bad things...I don't want this...you are tearing meee", she screeched with tears falling out.
"Liar!", with a grunt, Khurram thrust his hips forward. The bulbous and blood engorged and dark-brownish purple of his penis-head hit her drenched pussy, hitting straight at it's mark...his penis-slit went and smashed against her clenched woman-hole.
Tanvi jolted up when her vaginal petals felt the shove from the slick and girthy end of his rod, covering her slit completely...ready to split any moment.
Her life as a dutiful wife...a mother...to be forgotten any moment...
"Khurramji...please...please...I beg you...I will do anything for you...but, please stop...I already did everything you wanted...this is not what you said...I don't...I don't want this...please, Khurramji", she cried her heart out...but for some reason, her legs widened a little...it was slight movement, but both of them noticed it.
She wanted it!
But she couldn't admit it loudly!
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"Fucking bitch, you did me everything? You will know what it means 'everything' now, bloody slut. Your filthy pussy is asking for it...look", Khurram was angry beyond words and he nodded her to look down.
Tanvi blinked first, then her expression changed into horror. Not scared, pure horror...of looking at her reality!
Her vaginal lips had expanded and was about to cover over his penis girth...with a clear vision, she saw her glistening and cleaned pussy lips spread over his cock-head, half of it's tip was not visible…it was partially...inside her!!!
Unknown to her conscious mind, her body succumbed to it's need to take upperhand and controlled her completely, making her pussy to grapple over the one thing that it knew would provide what it was desperate for, all her life waiting for that inevitable moment.
Khurram grinned with an evil twist on his lips at her with a knowing look.
"You want this, yes? It's not me who's banging you, slut...if you still haven't registered it yet, it is you...YOU...it is the whore in your cunt that is banging yourself", he barked at her, but she wasn't paying attention to him.
Her focus was elsewhere. Her eyes were glued to their co-jointed area.
A moment passed, Khurram saw her face changing it's expression with remorse, anger and unwillingness returning back.
"Please, Khurramji, whatever you said is right, but please, don't do this...I will give you everything that you ask for the rest of my life, I will be yours...please don't do this...please", she pleaded with all her innocence. Her sweat covered breasts heaved up and down, giving him the view of a woman who just wanted to get fucked...
"You asked for this, woman", with that statement, Khurram made a hard shove, straight, his angle in perfect line to her drenched and inviting pussy.
“You can’t...you shouldn't...”, Tanvi tried to argue, feeling utterly helpless in his powerful clutch...or rather her pussy's clutch on him. The forbidden friction between their genitals felt so wickedly pleasuring her silently, and her body craved more.
“Can’t what? Do this?” He thrust his hips ever so slightly forward and his thick head prodded against her tight entrance, threatening to break the final seal.
“NO!”, Tanvi shouted at Khurram but her mind was racing with scared yelps. "Is it really about to happen? Would this huge thing stretch me open?", those very thoughts had bombarded her mind for some time already since the ordeal started, and she realized it was on the brink of becoming a reality.
With a sudden change of pace, Khurram's large hands snaked up her chest, travelling through her abdomen first, making her shiver, and closed over her two breast mounds.
“Mmm”, she was shocked at her half-moan, half-protest against the devilishly blissful comfort that his meaty palms provided her breasts. Feeling even more powerless than she already was, she writhed against him, unable to move but just enough one jerk that made his cock slip away from where her cunt lips held to slide down...a little bit...few centimetres along her smothered pussy-slit. But his pressure remained the same.
“You are going to feel amazing in a second. Just give in. Let me have this", he whispered leaning closer to her face, his wrists slowly massaging her soft breast meat, his tone menacing and appealing.
Tanvi whimpered with muffled mewls of repeating 'NO'. But she knew that she was about to be devoured by his python any moment. She was completely at his mercy and her body shook with tremors. Once that realization hit, she would not be able to do anything to stop him. In return to that thought, another shiver ran down her spine. It was something she’d never experienced, despite everything depraved activity she did so far, she never allowed another man to enter her married womanhood. Her flaming red nipples hardened with every passing second.
Her yellowish fair feet dangled at both sides, her gloriously naked skin propelled every ounce of lust that she held inside her...ready...
Khurram thrusted his hips mildly against her soft petals. Due to it's smothered wetness, her clamped hole began to stretch against the mammoth-sized penis-head. He looked with increased lust as her vaginal lips started spreading over the engorged circumference of his cock-head.
Tanvi wasn't prepared for it...at all. Despite everything that the vile old man did so far, and even after she mentally recognized the inevitable happening, her face contorted with pain, shame, surrender.
The only pacifying thought she had at that moment was, at least she wasn't the one pushing things further, and thus should not be the one responsible for this downfall.
Her brain knew the logic was deeply flawed, but her body was completely flooded with desire and her mind was not capable of thinking straight. She could feel his fat, monolith head sinking further into her...one centimetre after other...painfully slow...every ounce of his thickness was pronounced and recognized by her brain, and her sinful cunt oozed with lubrication to prepare for the digit that was entering her once protected, married hole.
Khurram kept watching her face, her angelic green eyes were clamped shut, her full lips bitten hard to contain the emotions and pain, and her body trembled under him. He tried to soothe her by massaging her breasts inside his hands, carefully avoiding any pressure on her hardened nipples, avoiding it deliberately.
He gave a mild push.
A desperate cry came out of Tanvi!
Khurram's mushroom tip finally crossed the threshold, and it's head, the monstrous round size, got suddenly buried inside her, it's full girth. Her taut walls enclosed over the intruding shaft...closing on it...gripping it inside...as if her pussy wanted to take more of it...
The burn!
The pain of her penetration!
He was finally rooted inside of her!
The shame of her utmost debauchery!
Tanvi felt like nothing she had ever experienced till that moment. She braced her hands on the soft armrests for what would come next. Instead of further penetrating though, Khurram went into a different direction, slowly pulling out of her clinging red swollen cunt lips.
He groaned quietly to her ear before pushing into her again, taking care to move as slowly as possible to allow her pussy it's own time needed to warm up to his girth. Her warm, gripping cunt felt even tighter than he imagined how it would, and he was determined to enjoy every single second of him breaching her defenses.
The feeling from her sensitive cunt walls clamping over his penis-crown was something beyond that he felt with any women that he defiled, and the fact that he was hardly even successful to penetrate his cock-head made him feel more empowered.
Khurram fought the urge to drill into her further, but kept his pace managed with all the control he could muster.
Tanvi's entire body was on fire, as if she was burning all over. Sweat came out from every pore.
Khurram's careful movements started to break her willpower one by one. Her brain worried more about the need of her pussy driving to get his fat cock fill more of her became unbearable, and without registering it, Tanvi's hips began a rhythmic and involuntarily bucking back at him...towards his crown that was half-pulled out, half inside. He held her in place with unyielding force. Her weak attempts to capture more of him only resulted in a dull feeling of shame inside her head as her lust drowned out the last bit of reluctance she had left in her.
Tanvi and Khurram felt the layer of sweat forming and growing all over their bodies as the primal heat generated from their engorged and pulsing genitals became extremely suffocating to both.
Khurram maintained the pressure of his cock-head to slip inside her pussy once again. He gasped when felt her cunt lips closing over his girth one more time. This time, it was smoother than the first time, her lubricated walls stretched and screamed at him to stop...but he didn't!
The sharp pain from the intrusion made her whimper with a moaning protest, but the pleasure of being split-open overwhelmed her rationale. Her juices coated his shaft head. Khurram made a slow, an excruciatingly slow pull, till the edge of his tip stayed inside her spread cunt lips, her liquid was coated over it. The exposed portion of his cock-head gleaming with her dirty froth.
Khurram thought for a moment about the transformation that Tanvi underwent.
Few minutes earlier, she was fighting, begging to stop, and now, the tables turned, being the slut she was, her struggles morphed into a sort of unspoken willingness...to be taken...asking him silently with her moans to give it to her!
“Ready for more, bitch?", his voice was menacing this time.
Tanvi shuddered at his curse words spat on her, and in reflex, both her hands flew up from the recliner armrests to clutch Khurram's chest. Her hands seemed tiny over his vast upper body. To Khurram, it felt like she was giving him a silent opportunity, an offering...to take her!
His hands moved away from her breasts.
She was ready.
He knew it was his turn.
“Nnggh...nnnoo...mmm…”, Tanvi couldn’t take it anymore. The rational part of her brain reaffirmed how wrong it was to allow a man other than her husband to take her chastity, but the other side...the devious other part of her brain wouldn't stop the images of how much she was going to enjoy the carnal pleasure of the prohibited and suppressed cravings.
At that very moment, when Tanvi held the old man's chest to stop, there was nothing else that mattered...her pussy came to terms with reality. She was well aware of this fact, no matter what she did, what she offered, how much she begged, the wretched old man was hellbound to take what he wanted, with or without her acceptance. Her body shuddered again, and as her eyes closed with resignation, it brought the image of the monstrosity that was about to fill her up.
He stayed still, just a moment, allowing her some more time, to ensure she was breathing a bit, and with a loud groan, he pushed his hips forward.
"Aaaah...ooooouuuu...mmmm", a shriek, a primal screech, came out from Tanvi's gasping mouth as her feet and toes contorted, her long fingers clenched, her hands pushed back on his chest...hard...to stop...but her cunt got what it was wanted...what it was waiting for...all this while...
Tanvi gulped for air, to breath and lessen the suffocation...and pain.
The unbearable pain...the intensity of the burn inside her hole...
The thickness, his girth, his length, and the heat of his cock, all of it were unyielding. With that powerful shove, Khurram was able to lodge half of him through her vaginal folds. Her cunt rebelled, and convulsed as it had zero option that covering his giant cock inside it's soft and lathered hole. The spasms that her pussy produced turned into thrilling spikes through his spine. When he looked down, he saw her eyes clamped, with watery tears spilling out slowly, gasping, choking and trying to contain the intrusion inside her most sensitive body part.
She coughed, trying hard to catch her breath, using all her force over his chest to push him away, to stop the most pleasurable heat that was inside her, despite her unwillingness to cooperate.
Khurram, using his right hand, cupped her chin, making her open her green eyes. It was slow and took deliberate effort for her to focus and look up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” he said, in a whisper, warm, not angry, making her melt into his eyes, for a few seconds.
Before she could protest, he eased down on her chest, nestling his balded head between the soft and marvellous swell of her breasts.
On instinct, her hands flew away from his chest and held over his head, pulling him closer, as if she was solacing him to sleep over her chest, that hold helped her a bit to brush away the pain she felt inside her violated woman-hole.
They lay pressed and compressed to each other, for a few blissful moments. His sweaty bald head held inside her soft palms, with his face firmly placed against the soft cushioning of her cleavage valley.
The comforting seconds didn’t last.
Tanvi crooned with protest when Khurram lifted his hips back, it was slow, but he pulled. Her tight cunt-lock on his girth made it impossible for her to suppress her painful cries.
Khurram slid his face to the left and caught her right breast, not hard, not making her nervous, to slowly pull towards his open mouth. Just like how he gulped and sucked her breasts a few days earlier in her kitchen, he parted his large mouth as wide as he could, and engulfed her entire breast inside his hollow mouth. At the same time, he used his right hand to dive under her upper back, and hooked her shoulder blades to squeeze her against him...hard...into a suffocating embrace of lust.
Tanvi failed to breathe.
She forgot everything around her.
The pleasure she felt was so enormous that she pulled at his bald head as much as she could, making him suffocate on her left breast. Without failing to notice, Khurram slurped her breast, initially twirling his tongue in circles, all around her soft meat and then circling over her areola, and finally holding her nipple with his teeth and flicked her nubbins...not paced...but with deliberate slow flicks on her raspberry nubbin.
Tanvi couldn't contain that painful but heavenly pleasure, and it came out as muffled whimpers. If his moves on her nipple were slow, his hips moved at an extremely slow pace. He made hardly any thrusts, his girth began it's movement, slower than a snail's pace, but he ensured her body to sync his movements. Each time he flicked and sucked her nipple and breast-meat, he would push his cock into her, with punishingly slow thrust.
She tried to ignore the increasing pace of his jabs at her torn pussy. The pain remained, it was subsiding yes, but slow as it rose up each time he pulled and pushed into her. It was comforting her that her cheating pussy was getting wetter with every mild bounce he placed inside it's smothered hole. But again, along with it, her breath strained, each flick on her nipple combined with mild thrust of his hips, slowly made her push her groin back at him, squeezing his shaft tighter. She gasped, panted and heaved on every inhale and exhale.
Then Khurram changed to her right side, gulping her left breast inside his mouth. Through a corner of her slightly open eyes, Tanvi looked at the breast that he left free, and a heavy moan left her. Her entire right side of her chest glimmered with his saliva.
Then she felt it...that very sensation of her body starting to accept the old man.
Between the smooth moves that Khurram made with his mouth and tongue, he was pushing his cock into her with increased thrusts. Each of his jabs made her feel his thick crown to penetrate further inside...expanding...exploring...widening her hole...it's fat and spherical head hit against her last stop-point. Creating jolts of pain...along with an unknown pleasure that was completely new to the young mother, making her shudder each time he thrusted. Her face flushed with reprobation, and wondered for a moment why the filthy old man wasn't kissing her, as it would give her some comfort. The very thought of them kissing made her face red, and shame, but it came out of her as a deep groan.
"Aaaarggghh...mmmm", Tanvi whimpered but it also came out as another gluttral cry. The reason was none other...she came...despite all her unwillingness and meek acceptance, her pussy betrayed her. The flow from her pussy was stopped by his girth, but the pleasure wasn't. Her vaginal walls clamped tight over his cock that was half-way inside along with her upturned ankles contorting to hold Khurram's neck into a vicious grip. Her feet swayed without any balance in mid-air along with her beautifully crafted toes curling and uncurling to contain that evil pleasure, trying it's best to stop her pussy from overtaking the last bit of defiance she held in her heart.
Khurram held her tight, his sucking on her breasts were not slow as earlier. It had turned into a ferocity oscillating between both her nipples, munching, chewing, churning, twisting with his lips and tongue.
Tanvi saw her upturned yellow heels wobbling in sync with her vaginal secretions. The view seemed surreal. Her fair, hairless legs and her yellowish orange soles wobbling feet against the dark brown giant, an extreme contradiction of skin-tones. A vision of her anatomical difference with the one that trapped her underneath made her cunt spew more of what it contained inside. She struggled to catch her breath.
Her face was flushed, not just from exertion, embarrassment visible all over her, mixed with disgust and a trace of anger...at her body's betrayal. But the fact that her remained glued at their groins remained, to her utter disbelief, Khurram's penis was inside her, more than half of it's length...her shock turned into horror finding it hard to believe that such a large thing was inside her...to an unbelievable length..."so much more", an inhuman voice within her head made her shudder, once again.
Khurram gave her more than a minute to rewind and refocus. Once he saw her breaths becoming softer, he released her from his grip. When she felt the comforting size of his body getting away from her clutches, Tanvi opened her eyes, with an unspoken question...
"You ready to tell me now, bitch?",
"Huh, noo...no Khurramji...I didn’t...I didn’t...you know I didn't", her tears came out, once again as she gasped for breath.
"Alright, if you are so adamant, then I think it's time for you to show your real color"
Tanvi looked up at him, still her ankles spread on his two shoulders.
"Let's see how you enjoy the outdoors...you love it, don't you, slut?", he grunted and using his large arms, he moved through her sides, and caught her shoulders from both sides.
With a loud grunt, he stood up, on his legs, to his full height.
She was completely unprepared for it.
She hardly even thought of such a possibility.
The air inside her chest left her into a vacuum of shock, surprise and shame of absolute vulnerability...total helplessness took over her sanity...
Tanvi was hoisted up by Khurram in mid-air.
Her body was folded into two.
The contortion of her lithe body was an impossible one even to her wildest imagination to be a reality...yet, it was.
She hung plastered against the sweaty, naked brown giant of a man who seemed hardly even bothered about her weight.
She was suspended against him with the only thing that she detected...his penis was buried inside her hole and the pain a blissful yet criminal reminder of her violated chastity.
His arms held at her shoulders, and that angle forced her ass-cheeks to spread wide...wider than ever...her pussy spread further to it's widest...her asshole expanded and gaped obscenely below her...every muscle in her body screamed with pain...only because she being an athlete, she didn't had muscle spasms...the rest of her limbs...both the animals in heat stood compressed against each other.
Now, as he stood, her absolute naked back was shown to the world, whoever might be looking at her apartment.
With a muffle of protest, her head hit on his neck with absolute shame and embarrassment. She realized that during those moments, her pussy had slipped a bit more onto the wretched old man's penis, taking it's girth a bit more inside her.
The pain blinded her.
The pleasure suffocated her.
The burn inside her pussy never left, instead it's intensity multiplied hundred fold.
She didn't realize it, till she heard the sound of her house-grille being opened.
"WHAT! NOO...NO! KHURRAMJII...NOO!!!", Tanvi used all her might to jump free from his clasp.
She recoiled when she realized what he was about to do.
He was taking her outside her home!
She was peeled-raw and naked!
The couple was folded into a primitive dancing embrace!
They were on the small veranda outside her home, the same place where she sucked Dattu in his sleep, at the very same place where Sanjoth and Safiya had sex. Between her struggle, she realized with a relief that the corridor was dark, the light came out from her slightly open door, the rest, silent and still, no one around.
And the worse, she was still hung in mid-air, balanced by the vile old man, grinning from ear to ear at her misery, and adding the fact that, her cunt sank another inch down on his wretchedly thick cock, making her wince with pain, and shudder with pleasure.
She was exposed to the core.
Now, without any remote chance of help.
Absolutely exposed to her entirety, in all it's vulgarity, to whole world to see her having sex, being fucked, or rather she fucking another man other than her husband.
"Khurramji, pleeease, I beg you...you took my everything, I beg you to stop, I will do anything but take me from here, pleeeeese", she cried and tears smothered his neck.
"Well, you like being on display, don't you, slut? You like this...I can feel your damn cunt, bitch, you are not asking to take you away, you are begging to be fucked, like this, outside, for everyone to see you, fucking me...a man who is not your husband...you want to show everyone how much of a slut you really are, don't you, bitch?", he growled back as he pulled her up a bit, and brought her down in one swift motion of his arms.
His curses didn't go inside her head.
Tanvi shuddered as her cunt loosened a bit and then tightened over his girth, again. Deep inside she knew that he was telling the truth. Her carnally depraved subconscious literally made her cunt clench and unclench on his shaft, making it a fact...an unspoken fact of truth.
"Bitch", Khurram grunted between his teeth and walked a bit forward and slowly sat on the steps that went upto his apartment.
With tears smoking her eyes, Tanvi looked sideways, the steps that went down to the parking lot, where the Auto brought her kids daily, where Dattu brought milk everyday, and then behind her, another set of steps descended to the mini-jungle, to the running trail that she ran everyday, opening to the very same area where a turn sideways opened to Mehta's apartment.
Tanvi shivered with humiliated embarrassment and helpless pleasure when she felt her feet touching the steps as Khurram sat on his ass. The cold cement at her feet sent her into another set of shudders.
"Move it, slut. If you are good enough, then I will take you inside. Otherwise, anyone...listen to me properly, anyone walking in will hear you and catch you fucking me. I have nothing to lose, if you feel the same, then be here. If you want me to take you inside, fuck me as I like...you know me well", he kept holding her legs through her under-thighs with his two large palms spreading her ass-cheeks, wide, to a point that she felt he was about to split her into two.
She was fully aware a while ago about her trapped situation. There was nothing or no one to turn to for help.
Using her last bit of energy, Tanvi pushed down on her feet, and lifted herself up...sliding herself up from where she was firmly placed on Khurram's lap. Her throat went dry and before her throat could release the painful whimper, she felt herself sitting back, gliding down, on his slippery thing, it was her own body-weight that forced her actions.
"Arrrggh, YESS", Khurram grunted loudly as he held her ass spread and wide, as much as he could to ensure the motion of her body helped him to penetrate more of her.
Tanvi couldn’t help anything. She knew it was a lost case. Though she reeled with the exposure, she didn't want to get caught. Without prompting, she caught his face into a tight grip, and slanting her head to side, opened her mouth wide, and clamped it on his slightly spread lips...into a kiss...a carnal...a viciously animal kiss.
Khurram, though expected it to happen, didn't think that the young mother would cave in so quickly. He returned her kiss, with equal vigor. He, himself was shocked that Tanvi didn't sprang away from him when he took her outside. It was a test, and she surpassed all his guesses. From what he gathered so far, he had seen the mobile photo of a fair bodied woman running naked in the Complex a few months earlier and guessed it to be Tanvi. When he made her strip at the gym to take some liberties, he guessed the naked streak that she held, but never in his wildest dream did he thought she would turn into a wild-cat by witnessing how she kissed him.
The odd couple were literally in heat.
Tanvi couldn’t stop pulling her long and lizard-like tongue out from Khurram's mouth as he pulled and pushed her to bounce on his shaft. It was slow, but the effect was there. Her feet helped to make every bounce count. Each time she dropped down, her cunt tried to take more of his length inside her.
Despite all her tries, she couldn't stop her body, her pussy from stopping to respond...
Tanvi grunted into the old man's mouth with added frustration of disappointment. Swearing silently between their combined moans and whines, Tanvi fumbled her body over his froth coated shaft and the way it was pointed straight and angled directly into her hole made her suffocate and unable to breathe properly. She clamped her legs around Khurram's naked waistline, adding more friction, creating more stress, and finally she felt that she was answering the wild call of her sinning pussy.
Suddenly, Tanvi pulled away from the kiss. Her bounces ceased into nothingness.
Khurram looked at her with a silent question and saw her lips twitching.
"Take me from here", a straight request...her bottom lip was bitten.
"Kiss me again", Khurram growled back.
Tanvi didn’t wait for a second. Her lips crushed against his large lips, slobbering him once again.
She crooned at the old man, when she felt him lifting her one more time, turning back, he took the next steps...forward...upstairs...
She trembled as goosebumps filled her entire body...with anticipation...he was taking her to his home...to his bedroom...to fulfill what she wanted...
A distressed whimper of contentment came out of her throat when she heard the voice in her head hollering her pussy's glee by knowing that the bulge she set her eyes the moment she saw underneath the newspaper...the very day she stole a glance on his mammoth manhood...she was going to get it...
She thought that cold lizards were creeping from both of her splayed feet that hung at both sides of the brawny old man's hips with every step he took upward...to her destination...
It was just like her subconscious imagined and lusted for...without her heart's acknowledgement...
At last!
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