Adultery Deepa - An innocent Wife and Elder sister and her sacrification

[Suresh@123]

He positioned himself behind Deepa, his massive 9.5-inch cock throbbing. Her pussy and ass were so close to my face I could see every glistening detail — her swollen pink folds, the creamy mixture leaking from her hole, her tight little asshole twitching.
“Before I fuck her properly,” Johnny said, his voice thick with lust, “I need to lubricate this tiny virgin ass. Her useless husband never fucked her here properly. She’s brand new to this.”
He spread Deepa’s plump ass cheeks wide with both hands, fully exposing her tight, puckered hole just inches from my eyes. Deepa jerked when she felt the cool air.
“Haaaa… Johnny… what are you doing back there…?” she whimpered.
Johnny looked straight at me with a wicked, triumphant smile. He extended two fingers toward my face.
“Open your mouth, sissy brother.”
I hesitated, shame burning through me. But the threat in his eyes — and the video still recording on his phone — left me no choice. Obediently, I opened my mouth.
Johnny pushed his two thick fingers between my lips.
“Suck them. Get them nice and wet with your saliva. You’re going to help lubricate your own sister’s asshole.”
Humiliated beyond words, I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked. My tongue swirled around them, coating them generously with my warm saliva. The act felt degrading — using my own mouth to prepare my sister for anal.
Johnny groaned in pleasure at the sight. “Good boy… look at you. Salivating on the fingers that are about to open your Didi’s tight virgin ass.”
He pulled his now slick, saliva-coated fingers out of my mouth with a wet pop and moved them back to Deepa’s ass. He circled her tiny, puckered hole slowly, teasing it, then gently pushed one finger inside.
Deepa jerked violently, her body tensing above me.
“Aaaahhh…! Johnny… it’s too tight… haaaaa… it burns… please slow…!”
Johnny didn’t stop. He worked the saliva-lubricated finger in and out, stretching her virgin asshole while his other hand rubbed her dripping pussy. Deepa’s moans grew louder, a strange mix of pain and new, forbidden pleasure.
“Shhhgg… haaaaaaaaa… oh god… something strange… AHHHHHH!!!”
Her hips started moving automatically, pushing back against his invading finger. Her pussy leaked fresh juices, dripping directly onto my face and lips as I lay helplessly beneath her.
Johnny added a second finger, scissoring them slowly inside her tight ass while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Deepa’s body shuddered above me, her loud moans filling the room.
“OHHHHH… it feels so full… haaaaa… Johnny… your fingers in my ass… AHHHHH!!! I’m going to… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her pussy clenched and squirted again, hot juices splashing onto my face as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. I tasted everything — her sweet release, mixed with the earlier creampie.
Johnny looked down at me, his eyes full of dominance and victory.
“See that, Rahul? Your sister is cumming from having her ass played with… right above your face. And you’re still hard, aren’t you?”
I lay there, drenched in my sister’s juices, my cock throbbing painfully, utterly broken by the humiliation and forbidden arousal.
The game had gone far beyond anything I could have imagined.
And Johnny was far from finished.


















Johnny looked down at me with that cruel, victorious smirk, his fingers still buried deep in my sister’s ass and pussy. Deepa was moaning loudly above me, her thick thighs trembling on either side of my face, her dripping cunt hovering just inches from my mouth. Her heavy breasts swayed, nipples hard and swollen. Her oiled body glistened under the bright lights like a forbidden goddess.
He teased me slowly, his voice low and mocking.
“How is it, Rahul? Look at your elder innocent sister… the same Deepa who used to scold you for coming home late, who tied your rakhi every year, who wore sarees like a proper traditional wife… now lying here like a complete slut. Blindfolded. Oiled. Her pussy and ass stretched by my fingers. How does it feel watching your own Didi moan like a whore?”
I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper, broken with shame. “Please… Johnny… stop this… she’s my sister…”
Johnny laughed softly and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them in both her holes at once. Deepa cried out in a higher pitch, her body jerking.
“AAAAHHH… haaaaa… Johnny… both holes… it feels so full… AHHHHHH!!! So strange… so good… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her moans were higher, more desperate, filled with a pleasure she had never felt in her entire married life. Her hips moved automatically, pushing back onto his invading fingers, her pussy leaking fresh juices that dripped onto my lips and chin.
Johnny continued teasing me while finger-fucking my sister.
“Answer me properly, little brother. Tell me how it feels seeing your innocent Didi changed into this. Her tight virgin ass taking fingers for the first time. Her married pussy creaming for another man. Speak.”
I answered between heavy breaths, my cock throbbing painfully hard again. “It… it feels wrong… she’s my Didi… but… she looks so… so beautiful like this… haaa… I can’t stop looking…”
Johnny’s wicked smile widened. He signaled Rakesh with a nod.
Rakesh moved to Deepa’s head. He gently held her face and guided her mouth toward my cock. Deepa, still blindfolded and with music blasting in her ears, thought it was Johnny or one of his friends.
She opened her soft, warm mouth obediently and took my 5-inch cock between her lips for the first time in her life.
The sensation was electric. Her full lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue swirling instinctively as she sucked. She had no idea it was her own brother’s cock in her mouth. She thought it was Johnny’s or one of the others.
“Mmmmmm… mmmmmm…” she moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shocks of forbidden pleasure through me.
I cried out softly, my body jerking. “Didi… oh god… no…”








But she couldn’t hear me. She sucked harder, bobbing her head, taking me deeper, her tongue licking the underside of my shaft. Her saliva coated me completely. The wet, warm heat of my own sister’s mouth was overwhelming.
Johnny kept scissoring his two thick fingers in her pussy and ass at the same time, stretching both holes. Deepa’s moans around my cock became higher-pitched, more frantic, filled with a new kind of pleasure she had never experienced.
“MMMMMMM… haaaaa… mmmmmm!!!” Her sounds were muffled but incredibly arousing as she sucked me while getting finger-fucked in both holes.
Raju took the camcorder and started shooting every filthy detail — close-ups of Deepa’s lips stretched around my cock, Johnny’s fingers pumping in and out of her pussy and ass, her heavy breasts swaying, her oiled body trembling.
Johnny kept talking to me, his voice dripping with dominance.
“Look at this, Rahul. Your elder sister is sucking your cock thinking it’s mine. She has no idea she’s blowing her own little brother while I finger her married holes. How does it feel? Your innocent Didi’s mouth on your dick… her tongue licking you so eagerly…”
I was lost. Shame burned through me like fire, but the pleasure was stronger. My hips moved slightly, pushing into my sister’s warm mouth. Tears rolled down my cheeks even as I moaned.
“It… it feels so wrong… but so good… Didi’s mouth… haaaaa… I can’t believe this is happening…”
Deepa moaned louder around my cock as Johnny increased the speed of his fingers, stretching her ass and rubbing her G-spot at the same time. Her body was shaking violently above me. Her pussy was creaming heavily, juices dripping onto my face while she sucked me.
“MMMMMMM… haaaaa… mmmmmm!!! So full… both holes… AHHHHH!!!”
Raju zoomed the camera in on her face — my sister’s lips wrapped around her own brother’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with innocent eagerness, completely unaware.






Raju zoomed the camera in on her face — my sister’s lips wrapped around her own brother’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with innocent eagerness, completely unaware.
Johnny laughed darkly. “She’s such a natural cocksucker. Look how happily she’s sucking you, Rahul. Your own sister. And she thinks it’s a real man’s cock.”
The wicked game had reached a new level of depravity. Deepa continued moaning and sucking me with increasing passion, her body trembling from the double penetration of Johnny’s fingers, while Raju recorded everything and I lay there, broken, ashamed, and impossibly aroused.
I was no longer just watching.
I was part of the corruption.
And the worst part was… I didn’t want it to end.