10-01-2019, 04:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-01-2019, 04:02 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
I just can't do it, she thought, suddenly. But Rani's hands were now reaching around her waist, and slowly worked themselves up to the tips of her breasts, tracing light fingernail lines along her white, creamy skin as they went. Ram sat on the bed watching them, a broad smile playing lustfully on his lips. This was even better than he hoped. It wasn't often he got a chance to see his wife go to work on a chick, but it was certainly well worth waiting for, he knew.
"Go ahead, baby. Let's see a little action." He could feel his penis rising once more at the sight of the two naked women on the bed.
Shanti's nipples became harder and harder under Rani's manipulations. She tried desperately to fight the feeling of excitement racing from the pointed tips to her already well-lubricated sex. But it was too much for her, and even though she hated the insidious woman's touch on her skin, it was unmistakably beginning to arouse her. "That's it, that's it," Ram said. "She really digs that. Look at her."
Rani continued her massage as Shanti lay there with her legs spread, feeling more ashamed than she had ever felt before. Her pulse raced and her lips trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Ram was sitting there staring into the unprotected wide-spread lips of her vagina while his wife was violating her. All the images of kidnappings and bangs that she had ever had flashed through her mind. She would never have dreamed that she would ever find herself in a predicament as depraved and hopeless as this one.
She cried out as Rani's hands drifted down to the sensitive crevice between her legs. Rani's breast brushed against Shanti's side as she pressed closer still, in order to position herself better. Her fingers brushed inside the tender outer lips of her pussy. Shanti jumped, startled by the touch.
"Mmmmm. She's very sensitive, honey. I'll bet you had a high old time with her." Rani smiled suggestively at Ram.
"Yeah, she's a hot one, all right, but she still has to get over a few hang-ups, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean ... just a sweet little housewife,
eh?"
"She says that this is her first time out ... so it might as well be a good one. She'll thank us for it later when she sees how good things can get once you let yourself go and forget everything but your body."
That was a lie Shanti wanted to live with - and hope Ratan would not fix the lie with his new found love.
Rani's fingers continued their nervous fiddling in the narrow confines of Shanti's pussy, causing Shanti to begin to moan softly and toss her head from side to side, while her thighs quivered gently.
"Oh no ... oh no ..." she cried. "Please don't touch me there. Stop, please."
But her cries went unheeded as Rani slipped one finger down into the smooth wet cavern of her vagina. Shanti jumped as Rani's nails scbangd the side of her soft, hairline entrance, then the pain was gone and she felt the nudging of the other woman's fingers inside her. She realized that the sooner she gave in to them the sooner it would be all over.
Rani's fingers circled around inside her warm, fleshy passage, while with her thumb she flicked at Shanti's clitoris. Slowly the sensation built as the expert caressing went on and on. Ram moved in closer, almost drooling now from the excitement of watching them. He slipped one of his large hands under her soft, trembling buttocks and squeezed.
"What a great ass," he said. "Did you see her behind, Rani ... almost as nice as yours."
"Almost," Rani laughed.
Shanti tried to block out their obscene conversation. Their coarseness was staggering. Her mind boggled at the unreality of it all. This was the kind of thing that happened in books or in dirty movies. How could it be happening to her?
In spite of herself her vagina was moistening around Rani's working fingers and her hips began to move in a tiny, involuntary rotating motion. She realized that nothing would ever be the same for her. This shame would haunt her forever. Then Rani made a sudden movement and pushed her fingers up to the very end of Shanti's widely stretched pussy. She cried out at the searing sensation of pain that accompanied the violent thrust, straining to get away from the hideous feminine touch, but Ram pushed her
buttocks up, preventing her from squirming backwards.
"She's a nice size. Still tight. I'll bet she's never had anyone before her old man. It's a wonder his cock hasn't stretched her any wider than that. I hate to tell you, but he's got one big cock ... even though you are the champ in my book. Or should I say in my ..."
"Oh stop rapping and let's get on with it." Ram was becoming impatient. He wanted to get into Shanti again, but first he wanted to see a good show.
"Look at her wiggle. I'll bet she didn't know she'd enjoy a woman's touch so much. In a few minutes I'll have her exactly the way you want her. She'll be begging you for it."
Shanti sucked in her breath. A perverse thrill ran through her. After all, she was being used against her will by these people and in a weird way it began to make her want to wallow in the obscenity of it all. Let them give pleasure. She would accept ... and enjoy it! If they were evil, she would be even more evil. She would not let them get the better of her. Her legs began to slide up and down with each twirl of Rani's fingers inside her pussy. Then, perversely, she spread them out even further.
"She's really getting excited now," Ram said, pinching the smooth white flesh of Shanti's slowly rotating buttocks. His breathing came in short heavy gasps, and he could feel his prick stiffening to its fully erect size.
"Yes, look at her spread them wide," Rani smirked. "I told you she'd really come around!"
Shanti let herself go ... the kneading of Ram's fingers at her bottom combined with Rani's thorough explorations. Her cunt seemed huge to her, and she wanted to have it filled even more than it was being filled by Rani's slender hand. She pushed her buttocks lewdly against Ram's hand, squirming and moaning with abandon. Anything they would say now would only make her more excited, she knew. She was completely ready to be an object for their lust and for her own now rising desires.
Then Ram's lips were at her breasts, pulling and twisting the stiffened nipples. She felt wetness seeping from her stimulated pussy.
"She's very, very wet, love ... sure you don't want to put your prick in there now?"
"Yes, in a little bit," Ram answered. His hands had found a new occupation. He slipped into the open crevice of her buttocks and poked one finger into the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Nice little ass," he said. "I haven't explored this yet." He jiggled his finger tentatively at the entranceway. Shanti cried out in pain. She was shocked back to the awful reality of the situation. Oh no, she thought. They're not going to do things to me there too. It was quite a while she got some ass drilling - at least 4 weeks or more since Ratan had stopped taking her there.
"I think she's a virgin here." Ram grunted, and with that he thrust his finger in up to the first knuckle joint.
"Aaaggg!" Shanti screamed with greater pain and indignity, arching her back, trying to move her buttocks away from his attack. But Rani pushed even harder into her vagina ... forcing her back down onto Ram's solidly worming finger.
"Nooo!" she squealed.
"Oh yeess," Rani crooned down at her viciously. "Yes."
The pain rose deep inside her burning anus. She could think of nothing but the thought that she just couldn't stand it. It was the most awful pain she had ever felt. She had to get his finger out of her. But pull and wiggle as she might, she could not free herself from the dual pressures being exerted on her. Then in her efforts to escape the unwanted advances she herself created a friction that turned the two slithering hands into instruments of joy. She was lost then, completely lost to them, and wave after wave after wave of sudden uninvited ecstasy swept over her. She was a circus performer walking a tightrope. She was falling. She was a skydiver floating free. She was inside a giant bubble and it was inflating more and more. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurting sensations to get to that point high up inside her pulsating vagina. Then it all came together and ...
"Aaaah!" Shanti was released.
She choked and sputtered and wailed her happiness. It was the most potent climax she had ever experienced. Ram watched Shanti cum and he realized that he had never before seen anything quite like it. His penis struggled
in his pants with the full intention of getting out to ram up inside Shanti's turbulently clenching pussy. He felt somehow frustrated at this spectacle, wanting to have been inside her when she came like that. Both he and Rani sat back panting, a little stunned at the tumultuous climax they had caused. Ram looked down at the wet, glistening hairs of Shanti's vagina, thoroughly drenched by her own sex liquids. What a sight! He thought. What a gorgeous creature she was. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a completely satiated female, he realized.
He motioned to Rani in such a way that she realized he was ready to mount Shanti's worn-out body. He knew that he could bring her back to life with the rod that he now fumbled almost absentmindedly in his hand.
Rani got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She was exhausted and was more than happy to let Ram have his way with Shanti. As for her, she intended to take a nice long shower and freshen herself up while Ram had his fun.
Ram sat for several long minutes gazing down at Shanti's splendid nakedness. Shanti lay motionless, almost in a trance state, eyes tightly closed, limbs limp, spread obscenely wide for the world to see. Ram's hand worked up and down the thick shaft of his cock, while he looked at her. The bulbous red tip shone with moisture ... and he stroked the foreskin all the way back, so that the straining member stood taut and tight. He had intended to fuck her, but the action of his hand had set in motion a wonderful warm sensation that felt so good that he could not stop.
His eyes were glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead as his labored breathing filled the room. Soon his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes were closed in an expression of utter bliss. Shanti stirred lazily on the bed, for these few brief minutes, unaware of the obscenity around her. She heard the peculiar noise of Ram's hand slapping up and down on his own big lustful flesh, but she did not dare open her eyes to see what was going on. Suddenly she felt wetness all over her body ... on her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her stomach, inching down her still spread thighs. She opened her eyes with a start and saw Ram kneeling above her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy.
Ram uttered loud grunts and moans as he jerkily manipulated his fingers, and the last lewd drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Shanti's smooth, contorted features.
Shanti clenched and drew herself up into a ball, turning her face to the crumpled sheets in an effort to wipe off the ugliness that had been inflicted on her.
Only one thought ran through her mind. Her husband!
This was all Ratan's doing. All his fault that she had been put through this torment with these maniacs. The sound of her anguished sobs filled the room as Ram left the bed to join Rani in the bathroom.
"Go ahead, baby. Let's see a little action." He could feel his penis rising once more at the sight of the two naked women on the bed.
Shanti's nipples became harder and harder under Rani's manipulations. She tried desperately to fight the feeling of excitement racing from the pointed tips to her already well-lubricated sex. But it was too much for her, and even though she hated the insidious woman's touch on her skin, it was unmistakably beginning to arouse her. "That's it, that's it," Ram said. "She really digs that. Look at her."
Rani continued her massage as Shanti lay there with her legs spread, feeling more ashamed than she had ever felt before. Her pulse raced and her lips trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Ram was sitting there staring into the unprotected wide-spread lips of her vagina while his wife was violating her. All the images of kidnappings and bangs that she had ever had flashed through her mind. She would never have dreamed that she would ever find herself in a predicament as depraved and hopeless as this one.
She cried out as Rani's hands drifted down to the sensitive crevice between her legs. Rani's breast brushed against Shanti's side as she pressed closer still, in order to position herself better. Her fingers brushed inside the tender outer lips of her pussy. Shanti jumped, startled by the touch.
"Mmmmm. She's very sensitive, honey. I'll bet you had a high old time with her." Rani smiled suggestively at Ram.
"Yeah, she's a hot one, all right, but she still has to get over a few hang-ups, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean ... just a sweet little housewife,
eh?"
"She says that this is her first time out ... so it might as well be a good one. She'll thank us for it later when she sees how good things can get once you let yourself go and forget everything but your body."
That was a lie Shanti wanted to live with - and hope Ratan would not fix the lie with his new found love.
Rani's fingers continued their nervous fiddling in the narrow confines of Shanti's pussy, causing Shanti to begin to moan softly and toss her head from side to side, while her thighs quivered gently.
"Oh no ... oh no ..." she cried. "Please don't touch me there. Stop, please."
But her cries went unheeded as Rani slipped one finger down into the smooth wet cavern of her vagina. Shanti jumped as Rani's nails scbangd the side of her soft, hairline entrance, then the pain was gone and she felt the nudging of the other woman's fingers inside her. She realized that the sooner she gave in to them the sooner it would be all over.
Rani's fingers circled around inside her warm, fleshy passage, while with her thumb she flicked at Shanti's clitoris. Slowly the sensation built as the expert caressing went on and on. Ram moved in closer, almost drooling now from the excitement of watching them. He slipped one of his large hands under her soft, trembling buttocks and squeezed.
"What a great ass," he said. "Did you see her behind, Rani ... almost as nice as yours."
"Almost," Rani laughed.
Shanti tried to block out their obscene conversation. Their coarseness was staggering. Her mind boggled at the unreality of it all. This was the kind of thing that happened in books or in dirty movies. How could it be happening to her?
In spite of herself her vagina was moistening around Rani's working fingers and her hips began to move in a tiny, involuntary rotating motion. She realized that nothing would ever be the same for her. This shame would haunt her forever. Then Rani made a sudden movement and pushed her fingers up to the very end of Shanti's widely stretched pussy. She cried out at the searing sensation of pain that accompanied the violent thrust, straining to get away from the hideous feminine touch, but Ram pushed her
buttocks up, preventing her from squirming backwards.
"She's a nice size. Still tight. I'll bet she's never had anyone before her old man. It's a wonder his cock hasn't stretched her any wider than that. I hate to tell you, but he's got one big cock ... even though you are the champ in my book. Or should I say in my ..."
"Oh stop rapping and let's get on with it." Ram was becoming impatient. He wanted to get into Shanti again, but first he wanted to see a good show.
"Look at her wiggle. I'll bet she didn't know she'd enjoy a woman's touch so much. In a few minutes I'll have her exactly the way you want her. She'll be begging you for it."
Shanti sucked in her breath. A perverse thrill ran through her. After all, she was being used against her will by these people and in a weird way it began to make her want to wallow in the obscenity of it all. Let them give pleasure. She would accept ... and enjoy it! If they were evil, she would be even more evil. She would not let them get the better of her. Her legs began to slide up and down with each twirl of Rani's fingers inside her pussy. Then, perversely, she spread them out even further.
"She's really getting excited now," Ram said, pinching the smooth white flesh of Shanti's slowly rotating buttocks. His breathing came in short heavy gasps, and he could feel his prick stiffening to its fully erect size.
"Yes, look at her spread them wide," Rani smirked. "I told you she'd really come around!"
Shanti let herself go ... the kneading of Ram's fingers at her bottom combined with Rani's thorough explorations. Her cunt seemed huge to her, and she wanted to have it filled even more than it was being filled by Rani's slender hand. She pushed her buttocks lewdly against Ram's hand, squirming and moaning with abandon. Anything they would say now would only make her more excited, she knew. She was completely ready to be an object for their lust and for her own now rising desires.
Then Ram's lips were at her breasts, pulling and twisting the stiffened nipples. She felt wetness seeping from her stimulated pussy.
"She's very, very wet, love ... sure you don't want to put your prick in there now?"
"Yes, in a little bit," Ram answered. His hands had found a new occupation. He slipped into the open crevice of her buttocks and poked one finger into the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Nice little ass," he said. "I haven't explored this yet." He jiggled his finger tentatively at the entranceway. Shanti cried out in pain. She was shocked back to the awful reality of the situation. Oh no, she thought. They're not going to do things to me there too. It was quite a while she got some ass drilling - at least 4 weeks or more since Ratan had stopped taking her there.
"I think she's a virgin here." Ram grunted, and with that he thrust his finger in up to the first knuckle joint.
"Aaaggg!" Shanti screamed with greater pain and indignity, arching her back, trying to move her buttocks away from his attack. But Rani pushed even harder into her vagina ... forcing her back down onto Ram's solidly worming finger.
"Nooo!" she squealed.
"Oh yeess," Rani crooned down at her viciously. "Yes."
The pain rose deep inside her burning anus. She could think of nothing but the thought that she just couldn't stand it. It was the most awful pain she had ever felt. She had to get his finger out of her. But pull and wiggle as she might, she could not free herself from the dual pressures being exerted on her. Then in her efforts to escape the unwanted advances she herself created a friction that turned the two slithering hands into instruments of joy. She was lost then, completely lost to them, and wave after wave after wave of sudden uninvited ecstasy swept over her. She was a circus performer walking a tightrope. She was falling. She was a skydiver floating free. She was inside a giant bubble and it was inflating more and more. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurting sensations to get to that point high up inside her pulsating vagina. Then it all came together and ...
"Aaaah!" Shanti was released.
She choked and sputtered and wailed her happiness. It was the most potent climax she had ever experienced. Ram watched Shanti cum and he realized that he had never before seen anything quite like it. His penis struggled
in his pants with the full intention of getting out to ram up inside Shanti's turbulently clenching pussy. He felt somehow frustrated at this spectacle, wanting to have been inside her when she came like that. Both he and Rani sat back panting, a little stunned at the tumultuous climax they had caused. Ram looked down at the wet, glistening hairs of Shanti's vagina, thoroughly drenched by her own sex liquids. What a sight! He thought. What a gorgeous creature she was. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a completely satiated female, he realized.
He motioned to Rani in such a way that she realized he was ready to mount Shanti's worn-out body. He knew that he could bring her back to life with the rod that he now fumbled almost absentmindedly in his hand.
Rani got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She was exhausted and was more than happy to let Ram have his way with Shanti. As for her, she intended to take a nice long shower and freshen herself up while Ram had his fun.
Ram sat for several long minutes gazing down at Shanti's splendid nakedness. Shanti lay motionless, almost in a trance state, eyes tightly closed, limbs limp, spread obscenely wide for the world to see. Ram's hand worked up and down the thick shaft of his cock, while he looked at her. The bulbous red tip shone with moisture ... and he stroked the foreskin all the way back, so that the straining member stood taut and tight. He had intended to fuck her, but the action of his hand had set in motion a wonderful warm sensation that felt so good that he could not stop.
His eyes were glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead as his labored breathing filled the room. Soon his face had turned a deep scarlet and his eyes were closed in an expression of utter bliss. Shanti stirred lazily on the bed, for these few brief minutes, unaware of the obscenity around her. She heard the peculiar noise of Ram's hand slapping up and down on his own big lustful flesh, but she did not dare open her eyes to see what was going on. Suddenly she felt wetness all over her body ... on her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her stomach, inching down her still spread thighs. She opened her eyes with a start and saw Ram kneeling above her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy.
Ram uttered loud grunts and moans as he jerkily manipulated his fingers, and the last lewd drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Shanti's smooth, contorted features.
Shanti clenched and drew herself up into a ball, turning her face to the crumpled sheets in an effort to wipe off the ugliness that had been inflicted on her.
Only one thought ran through her mind. Her husband!
This was all Ratan's doing. All his fault that she had been put through this torment with these maniacs. The sound of her anguished sobs filled the room as Ram left the bed to join Rani in the bathroom.
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