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I took her swollen clitoris in my mouth and sucked it gently, with an in and out motion.

Eesha screamed, "Uuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii… Bhagwan! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…! Saheb, this feels great, keep doing it, more, more." And she started to move her pelvis and fuck my face.

The stereo was playing Ravel's "Bolero" and Eesha was getting hornier and hornier.

She cried, "Ooooohhhhh…! Ooooohhhhh mere saheb! Oh! Oh! Lick faster saheb. Uuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii… Bhagwan! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh…! I'm cumming! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg…!" And with a strong upward jerk, she squirted her pussy juices right into my mouth.



I licked and sucked her pussy dry, and drank every drop of her warm sweet tasting pussy juice. Her entire pussy, labia, inner lips, and clitoris were quite engorged, swollen and looked reddish from my sucking and massaging. I continued gently licking her pussy lips and clitoris and Eesha's moans grew louder. She was well on her way to her second orgasm.

"This is great! So lovely! Saheb, saheb, keep going saheb! Don't stop!" 

I continued my licking giving her full strokes that started from the area just below her vagina all the way to the tip of her clitoris where I lingered a little longer. Eesha was delirious with pleasure.

"Faster, saheb! Faster, I'm getting another one! Keep going! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I licked her pussy faster and faster and felt her hands on my head, grinding her pussy against my head as she fucked my face. I felt her pussy muscles spasm; I concentrated on her clit, trapped it firmly between my lips, and sucked it in and out of my mouth.

Eesha screamed, "Uuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiii… Bhagwaaaaann…! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh…! I'm cumming! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg…! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh saheb!" squeezed her pussy and squirted her juices on my tongue and into my mouth.



I swallowed all her pussy juices, a large amount this time, and slowed down a little, but didn't stop my licking. I licked her pussy gently at a slower pace to build up her passion.

Eesha looked at me, patted my head and said, "That was great! Two in a row! How wonderful! You are a magic man, saheb."

I smiled, continued licking her pussy, and traced patterns all over her pussy. She was getting ready for her third orgasm. She looked at me and said, "Go a little slower. I'm feeling nice; I want it for a long time. This feels so much better than fucking!"

Wow! This was great! Eesha was now fully into getting her pussy licked.

I slowed down and gently licked her outer labia all around, placed my tongue right in between her inner lips and licked her vaginal entrance. I rolled my tongue into a U-shape and tongue fucked her. She loved it and she started her pelvic movements. I licked her pussy gently for over ten minutes and then her movements got faster. Her body jerked and her pussy muscles spasmmed. She was about to orgasm. I licked her harder and faster and stayed on her blood engorged reddish clit.

Eesha screamed, "Uuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiii… Bhagwaaannnn…! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh…! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg…! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I licked faster and again swallowed all her pussy sweet juices.



"Saheb, now I know what multiple orgasms are! Wow! They are terrific! Come, let's go and wash up."

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We went to the bathroom together, and she washed my pre-cum covered cock. We went back to the bedroom.

Eesha commanded, "Lie down saheb. Now, let me show you what I can do."

She picked up the cup of cream, pulled my foreskin down completely, and poured some cream on the bulbous head of my reddish, erect cock. She giggled and licked the reddish head dripping with white cream. Then she did it again.

Eesha circled the base of my cock firmly with her hand. She gently licked my glans with her tongue and got it nice and wet. She started to lick up and down the length of my cock shaft. It felt great. She kissed and licked all around my cock, my inner thighs, and my testicles. She slowly licked up my shaft back towards my glans. Again she used her tongue to lick around the glans, especially on the split on the underside of my glans. She played with my testicles with her other hand, giving them an occasional gentle squeeze and a teasing lick.

She took the mushroom head of my cock, put it in her mouth, played with her tongue on it for a while, and then took the entire length of my cock in her mouth, choked, giggled, and then started to go up and down on the shaft. She loved the reddish head, licked it, and fucked it with her lips.

"Wow! Eesha, this is terrific! Darling, where did you learn to do this so well?"

"My husband makes me do this once in a while; but he has never licked my pussy. Until today, I didn't even know that men licked pussy! It's so lovely!"

"Eesha, this is so wonderful."



"Enjoy, saheb! You gave me so much pleasure; now it is your turn to enjoy. Do men get multiple orgasms?"

She was serious. I laughed, "I don't think so, sweetheart, even though I have read about the subject. It may be a woman's exclusive pleasure."

"Saheb, you want this for a long time? Or do you want to cum quickly?"

"Eesha, you are doing this so well; yes, I want it for a long time. I want it to last forever." I laughed and Eesha giggled.

Eesha took my cock out, "Saheb, please don't make me laugh when I am doing this."

"OK darling, I'll try not to cum too quickly. However, you are so beautiful, and your lips feel so good around my cock, I don't know how long I will last."

"OK saheb, I will go a little slower. Just tell me when you want me to go faster."

She resumed licking my glans and then moved to the underside of my cock just below the head. She licked the underside of my cock, stroked the shaft with one hand, and gently caressed my balls with the other hand. She kept licking the underside until she saw a dew drop of pre-cum form at the tip. She smiled and licked it.

"A little salty, but I like this taste," she said.

She continued to lick the top of my glans. She took the entire glans between her lips and into her mouth. I felt her tongue circle all around and caress the entire head. Then she started to suck my cock head. It felt great and I was surprised to feel the head get bigger. She felt it too and started to suck harder and take my cock deeper into her mouth. Her lips were firmly down my shaft and I wondered how much more she could take it down her throat.



"Eesha, darling, do you know how to ‘deep throat'?"

"Of course, saheb. I will keep that for later when you are ready to cum. I was fantasizing about you, and practiced using a banana. Sometimes when I am tired, I do that for Gopal when I want him to cum quickly, so that I can go to sleep."

"Well, do it slow for now. You are so beautiful, Eesha."

She resumed licking the shaft and the head, and caressing my balls with her other hand, teasing me with a little licking occasionally. Eesha was so good at this, that in about six minutes I felt my tension mount as I moaned softly.

"OK darling, now try the deep throat technique."

Eesha nodded and took my entire cock into her mouth until her lips were around the base of my cock. Oh my God! The feeling and pleasure were sensational! I could feel my glans hit the back of her throat. She withdrew my cock, licked the glans and repeated the maneuver.

"Oh, honey, this is terrific! Oh my God! Eesha, you are incredible!"

She continued her deep throating movements and gave me about eight rapid deep strokes. I felt my testicles rise upwards, and knew that I would ejaculate within seconds. She continued her deep throating. I was in heaven! My cock became stiffer and I started jerking my body. Eesha felt my cock enlarge and stiffen, saw my balls rise upwards, and knew all the signs of a man about to ejaculate. She got more and more excited, stroked my cock with her lips faster and faster, moaned "Uuummmhhh! Uuummmhhh! Uuuuuummmmmhhhh…!" and became very aroused.



I screamed, "Eesha! Eesha! I'm cumming! Yasmeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnn…! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh… Yasmeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnn…!" and I shot my sperm in several strong spurts deep into her mouth, all of it going straight down her throat.

She climaxed during my ejaculation and squeezed my cock.

She screamed, "Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh…!" and had an orgasm when she felt my pulsating ejaculation and my cum stream hit the back of her throat. She sucked harder and faster during my entire ejaculation and swallowed every drop of my semen. After I finished ejaculating, she continued her sucking movements for a while until I told her to stop.

She looked at me, "I like to do this for you. I just love to suck your cock. You have given me so much pleasure; I will be the best girl that you ever had in your life."

"Saheb, this is the first time in my life that I had an orgasm while sucking cock. And saheb, how come your cock milk is sweet and not salty?"

I replied, "Eesha, baby, I ate some pineapple yesterday, in preparation for you. Therefore my semen tastes good." 

We lay down, held each other, kissed, and rested. Eesha would never forget this experience! She was still horny and wanted more. She was no longer shy.



She ran her fingers through my hair and requested me, "Saheb, please fuck me one more time. Then I will go home." 

"OK darling, we already tried missionary and cowgirl; let's try another position. Do you like doggy?"

"I don't know any other positions, saheb. What position is doggy?"

"It's the way animals have sex; you have seen dogs do it haven't you?"

She giggled, "Oh, now I know. OK let's try it."

I asked her to come to the edge of the bed and go down on her hands and knees, with her butt slightly raised up. She giggled, moved over, and quickly got the idea.

Her pussy was still wet from her orgasm during cock sucking and swallowing. I stood on the floor, poised my cock at her partially open pussy lips and entered her with one swift movement and gave her a few rapid in and out strokes.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh…!" she exclaimed "This is great! I didn't even know about this position. The women in our Kashmir village don't talk about such things."

"Now darling Eesha, it is your turn to tell me how you want it; fast or slow?"

"Saheb, I want multiple orgasms again. I don't care if my pussy is sore tomorrow. If Gopal wants sex, I will suck him off. Now just fuck me. Fuck me good and hard."

I thought to myself ‘If she wants multiple orgasms, I'll give her multiple orgasms' and continued thrusting into her hot, tight pussy. I adjusted the depth of my strokes such that my bulbous mushroom glans would provide direct stimulation to her G-Spot. She felt the tremendous increase in her level of pleasure, but did not know why.

She cried, "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…! Saheb, you are going to kill me with your stiff cock!"



I was very aroused by all her moans and cries of pleasure, and fucked her harder and faster. My cock began to hurt a little bit, but since this was our first time together, I was determined to give her a good hard fucking that she will always remember. I reached over and squeezed her boobs with one hand, and massaged her erect penis-like clitoris with the other hand. My cock going in and out of her pussy, the G-Spot stimulation, and my clit massage was too much for her.

In five minutes, Eesha cried, "Uuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiii… Bhagwaaannnn…! Mohan saheb, my rajah! Don't stop! Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh…! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg…!"

I slowed down my pace a little bit, but continued to fuck her. We kept going for another couple of minutes and I felt her tension mount. She turned around and looked at me.

"Saheb, keep going. Keep going. I'm getting another one. Oh Bhagwaaannnn…! Bhagwaaannnn…!" and had her second orgasm.

I asked her "Eesha, you want more baby?"



"Yes, yes. Just fuck me. Just one more, pleeeeeeeezzzzz…"

Eesha enjoyed every minute of this hard fucking, and I wondered how much more she wanted. For that matter, I was concerned as to how long I would last!

After a couple of minutes more of this hard pounding, she screamed, "Fuck me harder! Harder darling! Oh Bhagwaaannnn…! I'm cumming! Fuck mmmmmeeeeeeeeeee…! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg…!"

Her pussy tightened on my cock, and held it in a vise like grip. Her pussy muscles spasmmed a few times, and once again, I felt the rush of her hot cum on my cock. I held her tightly and fucked her with some very fast strokes. My body jerked, and my cock enlarged and stiffened.



I screamed, "Oh God! Eesha! Fuck me baby! Fuck me harder! Oh Eesha…! and shot my semen deep into her burning cunt. I continued to stroke her for another minute and then pulled my cock out. Eesha instinctively grabbed it, licked the head and put my cock in her mouth right down to the hilt. She pulled it out of her mouth and gave it some rapid licks.

We washed up, put our clothes back on, and I kissed Eesha before she went home.



Milk delivery will never be the same!

Eesha and I continued our amorous activities, sometimes at her house while her husband was away, and sometimes at Pujita Ponnada's house when everyone was away. She let her pussy hair grow. As expected, it turned into a glorious, silky, copper-colored, luxurious bush. One day, she neatly trimmed it around the sides, shaped the top like butterfly wings and showed it to me. My excitement was so great that when I fucked her, I ejaculated within three minutes during my first shot. My second shot lasted for more than fifteen minutes.

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Nidhhi Agerwal sat cross legged on the bed, her long black hair untied and flowing down to below her shoulders. She was 20 (at that time) and had been getting home tutoring for the past three months, her mom was had typically high expectations of her daughter.




Although she found it stressful sometimes, like today where she'd only just gotten back from class to find David already waiting for her extra lessons, most of the time she actually enjoyed the challenge and opportunity to push herself.

Despite being fairly attractive with her fair skin, long hair and slender athletic build she spent most of her time studying or practicing so she had never had a 'proper' boyfriend. She didn't even think about sex all that often and just didn't get involved in her girlfriends' giggly chats about famous firsts.



"You know you don't have to wear a uniform at the college right?" David said looking up at here a smile on his lips.

"Haha, I know...but I like it. It helps me get into the right zone ya know? Anyway what's wrong with it?" Nidhhi shuffled and looked down at her plain grey skirt, blue sweater vest and white shirt.

"Oh..hehe no don't get me wrong I like it, I was just wondering is all."

"Usually you're not early or I would have had time to change!" she stuck her tongue out at him in a playfully mocking gesture.



"Nah stockings are definitely you," David said and moved his hand over onto her thigh.

Nidhhi looked up at him slightly surprised at the warmth of his hand, their eyes met as he slid his hand slowly under her skirt.

"Errm...what are you doing?" she asked as she explored the feelings suddenly rushing through her body.

"Just tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable Nidhhi." As he spoke his hand reached the warm centre between her legs and began to press against her panties.



"I..err..ss..David." She instinctively opened her legs slightly, letting them uncross as David moved closer and began caressing her pussy.

As he moved in and planted a soft kiss on her lips, his other hand stroking her hair she realized she'd been consciously ignoring how she felt about him for weeks. He was older but fit and well built but what really made her lie awake at night, was how gentle and patient he was. He seemed to know the answers to all her questions but never looked down on her for not knowing something. Not like some of the professors at the college did.

David's fingers had made their way round the side of her panties and were now gently probing her moist slit which brought her attention back to the moment. She kissed him deeply letting her tongue slip into his mouth.



"Lie back," he whispered huskily as he turned her side ways across the bed and slid down her body pressing his face and hands over her pert breasts as they forced against the material of her shirt.

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Nidhhi sighed as David slid his thumbs under the sides of her panties and slipped them down over her legs. He then returned to her slit quickly and paused for a moment his mouth inches above her pink virgin pussy.




"You're so fucking beautiful Nidhhi," he said and slid his tongue slowly over her pussy lips.

Nidhhi gasped and pressed her head back hard into the bed as David began teasing and sucking on her pussy and clit. Every now and then he'd probe within her body with his tongue each time forcing a deep moan or excited yelp from Nidhhi.

David knew what he was doing and it didn't take long for Nidhhi to climax. Her tight young body tensing as her thighs and hips shook. As she panted enjoying the sensations, he leaned over her and planted a wet kiss on her lips while gently un-buttoning her blouse.



He then took her hands and lifted her up to the edge of the bed. The front of his pants were taut around his dick which popped out as he undid his belt and fly. Nidhhi looked up at him with a slightly unsure nervous expression.

"You wanna try?" David asked as he dropped his pants and held his rock hard cock in front of her face.

"Hmmm I guess..."

"You don't have to, if you don't want to..." he said stroking her hair.

"No it's okay I'd like to try it." She took his cock in her hand and cautiously licked the tip. David took her head in his hands and guided her mouth onto his meat. She slid her lips carefully around the head and explored the tip with her tongue tasting the salty precum.



David pushed slightly, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth; she slurped around the shaft as saliva dripped over her chin. Eventually David reached her gag reflex and pulled back as she continued to play her tongue over his meat.

"Fuck you're good at this Nidhhi!"

He continued to pump slowly into her mouth for a few minutes and then pulled out. He knelt down again and slipped his hand between her legs probing her wet mound.



"Are you ready?" He asked pushing her back onto the bed and planting another passionate kiss on her lips as he continued to finger her.

"Mmmm...yes." David slid onto the bed near her and lifted her up onto his lap. "We should take it easy okay? Just go at your own pace."

Nidhhi took off the rest of her shirt and bra leaving only her skirt and stockings on, and then lifted herself up to position David's cock against her wet pussy. David took her by the waist and supported her weight as she slowly pressed downwards.



"Oh my god," Nidhhi gasped as his head penetrated her. David gave her time to get used to it before lowering her further onto his shaft. Eventually he felt resistance and Nidhhi's face bunched up into a wince. David paused for a moment and then lifted his upper body and pulled her down sharply onto his cock.

"OH FUCK!" Nidhhi squealed and started to struggle but David held her tightly until she stopped squirming and opened her eyes which glistened with tears.



"It's okay, just give it a moment for you to get used to it baby...relax."

The burning tearing pain in Nidhhi's pussy began to subside and was replaced with a wonderful sense of being full. It still hurt and felt like he might be tearing her apart but she was getting used to it slowly. Eventually David let her move and she slid off his shaft leaving a few blood trails.

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David took control of her again and thrust back into her pussy holding her against his body as he thrust slowly and deeply into her.




"Un, un, un..oh," Nidhhi moaned with each thrust closing her eyes and enjoying the building sensation inside her.

Again her body convulsed and contracted sending shock waves up her spine and making her arch her back against David's arms that were clasped around her. Her once virgin pussy gripped tightly around his dick almost bringing him to climax with her. Nidhhi felt his meat twitch and throb within her and suddenly opened her eyes.

"Wait don't cum in me!"

"Don't worry." David turned her over and laid her on the bed, then thrust a few more times into her tight wet pussy, before pulling out and blowing his load over her heaving belly and crumpled skirt. He then lay down next to her and smiled planting a quick kiss on her cheek.



"Wow, you are so fucking hot Nidhhi!" Nidhhi slid her hand in a circle on the sticky cum that was pooling on her belly and lazily rubbed her slightly sore pussy with the other hand. They lay there for a moment and then David got up and helped her back to her feet. "Okay you go grab a bath and I'll make lunch...when are your parents coming back again?"

"Not until like tomorrow. Probably pretty late too."

"Perfect. Get cleaned up and I'll be in the lounge...oh and make sure you put your stockings back on sexy," he winked and walked out.



About an hour later Nidhhi came through to the lounge wearing nothing but her towel and white stockings. As she entered the room she paused when she saw David and four other men sitting and standing around the room.

"Oh...errm did you invite people?"

"yeah these are a few of my friends, I was telling them about how cute you are and they asked if they could come over and meet you. It's okay don't be shy babe."

Nidhhi looked around the room nervously as a couple of the men moved closer to her on either side.



"Hey honey, I'm Mani and that's Ramu. You know it's so warm out, I bet you could air dry pretty quick. What do you think Ramu?"

"Yep I bet so. I know I'm feeling warm, might have to take my shirt off soon."

As they spoke the men slowly removed Nidhhi's towel and let it fall behind her.

"Holy Shit!" gasped Ramu as various other remarks and compliments were muttered around the room, which made Nidhhi blush. While she felt very exposed she kind of liked the attention she was getting from all these sets of hungry eyes around her, and she could already see their hard-ons pressing against their pants. This made her heart pound with both fear and excitement.



"Come over here sweetie. I'm Varun and this is Tharun. And I hear you know David pretty well already."

Varun was a tall guy who was standing near the couch. He beckoned her over and then pushed her shoulders slightly till she knelt.

"So, I also hear you have a hidden talent," he said with a smirk as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers. His cock was slightly thinner than David's but a bit longer and it stood pointing at the ceiling.

"Wanna show me how good you are honey?" he said as he took hold of Nidhhi's head with both hands.

"Wait...David?" Nidhhi asked turning to try and see where David was.

"It's okay, these guys are my friends they'll take good care of you."



Varun directed her head back to his stiff member, pressing it against her lips. Nidhhi's heart was pounding but the thought of this room full of fit older men all looking at her naked body, kneeling on the thick white carpet of her parent's lounge was making her pussy wet again. Plus she didn't actually see any way out of this so she opened her lips and allowed Varun's cock to slip into her hot mouth.

Varun let her suck his cock for a few minutes then began slowly thrusting into her mouth. This made Nidhhi gag once or twice but she found that her reflex could be controlled more and more as she felt his engorged head pressing down her throat. She was actually getting into it with her eyes closed and low hums escaping her mouth round the meat, when suddenly she heard Varun grunt and his shaft twitched. He grabbed her head and pressed his cock hard into the roof of her mouth before blowing his load down her throat.

Nidhhi's eyes shot open and she gasped coughing and choking at the sudden taste. Varun let her go and she fell to the ground still coughing and wiping her mouth with her arm. As she recovered herself she felt strong arms lifting her up at the waist and she was picked up and dropped, still in a kneeling position on the sofa.



David moved round in front of her leaning down to kiss her cheek and as he did he whispered, "Relax sweetie." He then straightened up with a smile and presented his stiff cock to her face. As Nidhhi looked up into his eyes still unsure and scared, she felt fingers slide down over her pert ass and into her slit. She tried to turn to see who it was but David caught her head with his hands and guided her mouth down onto his rod.

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As she began to suck she felt the fingers exploring her pussy, probing gently until they brushed her already sensitive clit. She involuntarily let out a quiet moan around David's meat which elicited sniggers and comments from around her. Then she felt warmth around her pussy and a tongue began lapping against her cunt lips. It was forceful and he clearly knew what he was doing as it didn't take long for her pussy to begin leaking juices again. As she sucked David's cock deep into her throat, she closed her eyes and moaned louder and louder.



For a few moments that felt like forever she was in ecstasy as the hot mouth pleasured her throbbing clit, and then suddenly it was gone. She whimpered around David's cock and tried to look back but her head was held firmly. She didn't have to wait long though, soon she felt the eager head of one of the guys' cocks slide over her dripping slit and press against her tight tummy. Then he drew back and pressed into her body hard, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned loudly around David's meat until the guy bottomed out in her and held it for a moment for her to adjust.

David took hold more tightly on her head and almost in synchronization they both began fucking her. The guy behind thrust hard and deep but kept the pace slow, so she felt every inch of his cock ramming into her tight, wet pussy as David slid his shaft equally slowly down into her throat while she sucked, licked and drooled over it.



It only took a few thrusts more from David before he also blew his load deep into her throat. This time she was more ready for it and sucked hard swallowing every last spurt from his twitching dick. Most of her mind was focusing on the deep fucking she was getting from behind, and as David's cock withdrew from her mouth followed by trails of cum and drool, she grunted and moaned with each impact.

"Oh my god you are so fucking hot and tight!" the guy behind her exclaimed as he continued thrusting deep and hard into her soaking pussy.



"Oh...oh...oh," Nidhhi moaned again and again each time she felt her tight hole filled. Her eyes closed and mouth open she had almost lost herself to the intense sensations engulfing her body. She suddenly realized as the thrusting from behind became slightly more irregular and she heard the guy panting and grunting over her, she'd not seen any condoms on any of the guys.

"Wait!" She panted suddenly tensing up. "Where are you going to cum?!"

The guy behind her slowed and then pressed hard into her as he leaned down over her back so that his lips were near her ear.



"Five guys are gonna fuck every one of your holes all day long sweetie...don't worry we're gonna fill you up." He chuckled as he straightened up again gripping on to her hips and resuming his fucking fast and hard. Nidhhi's heart was now pounding and her eyes were wide as the fog of new sensations was lifted by what she'd just been told. She tried to move but the guy fucking her was holding on tight and ramming his cock into her as fast and hard as he could almost knocking the wind out of her with each slapping impact.

Nidhhi was being pressed forward as the guy's hands pressed down hard onto the small of her back. She squealed as her pussy burned from the intense fucking then suddenly the guy thrust one last time hard into her, jolting her body forward as he unloaded deep inside her young pussy. She felt every hot spurt as it blasted into her ravaged hole.



"Oh my fucking god...oh my fucking god," She moaned between ragged breaths.

Finally the guy slipped out of her tingling pussy dragging a trail of sticky cum that oozed out and down her pale thigh soaking into the stockings. Nidhhi was dazed again and just laid there her ass high in the air; her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth a breathless 'O'.

She didn't have long to recover before another set of hands was around her waist, lifting her up and re-positioning her over the third dick she'd taken today. She tried weakly to protest but the other guys were close in around her holding her legs and arms, caressing her breasts and fingering her dripping tender pussy lips.



The guy holding her waist sat down on the couch resting her on his pelvis, his rock hard cock pressing against her pussy. He let her fall back onto his bare chest and reaching round her sides guided his dick into her.

"Ow..ow..hmm..mmm."

Nidhhi's cunt felt sore and tender but the sensation of having it filled again was nice. This guy's cock felt wider than the others, stretching and satisfying her. Once he was all the way inside the others backed off, except for Mani who stepped up on the couch next to her and took hold of her head.

"Suck it slut."



Nidhhi looked up at him as he pressed his meat to her lips. 'Oh my god' she thought '...I am a slut'. Sure she's not exactly chosen to fuck all these guys but here she was and deep down she knew she was enjoying it.

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Ramu lifted her up slightly and then began thrusting up into her stretched pussy. At first Nidhhi was a little awkward in this new position, only able to focus on either being fucked or sucking but not both. Eventually as both dicks sawed into her she began to get her bearings and started using her legs to rock herself up and down on the shaft she was impaled on.



Once again the deep warm feeling flooded over her and she closed her eyes sucking noisily and wetly onto the hard cock between her lips while she bounced up and down, pulling almost all the way off Ramu before slamming down until her ass pressed into his crotch. As she got into the rhythm she suddenly felt a new intensity building within her young body. She'd felt it before of course when she masturbated, but this time it was so much deeper and more intense; it built slowly growing with every thrust. Unconsciously her free hand moved to her bouncing breasts and she gripped and tweaked her rock hard nipples, then suddenly her orgasm hit her.



It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Her tiny body shuddered; her legs flopped and shook while her pussy gushed around the meat that was still slamming into it. As her body was rocked by the climax she tilted her head back and howled around Mani's cock sucking onto it deep and hard as she tried to breathe.

"Holy shit!" Mani exclaimed as he looked down on her convulsing body still bouncing up and down on Ramue's dick as she came. "You are one hot fucking slut!" He fucked her mouth hard for a few thrusts as she struggled to breathe and then withdrew jacking off vigorously until he too exploded over her face, blasts of hot cum covering her cheeks, sticking to her hair and landing in her still open mouth.

As her climax subsided Nidhhi stopped thrusting and went limp against Ramu, who took hold of her waist again and used her to fuck his dick. Her pussy was still tensing and wet, gripping his cock like a glove each time he pulled her back down. It wasn't long before he came, pulling her down hard onto his cock and dumping his hot load right up against her cervix.



Nidhhi whined as she felt him cum, letting her self slump sideways as he let her go. Panting and exhausted from her intense orgasm she barely resisted as David picked her up by the waist rearranging her so that her legs hung off the arm of the sofa; she could just about rest her knees on the soft white carpet. She lifted her hand up to brush a few bedraggled strands of hair away from her face that had become stuck to the streaks of fresh cum and then tasted her fingers. All she could smell and taste was sex and her throbbing pussy ached to be full again, but she was still nervous and didn't really want to let on how much she was enjoying being used like this.



David slipped his hand down over her asshole and dripping pussy, pressing in and up against her clit. Nidhhi groaned deeply as he forced his fingers hard into her pussy. As he pressed, cum from the two guys who had already fucked her and her own juices oozed out into his hand. He then slid his fingers up spreading wetness over her virgin asshole and butt cheeks.

Nidhhi closed her eyes and sucked onto her fingers as she enjoyed this new sensation and David kept rubbing but she was naively totally unaware of his intentions...that is until she felt his finger pressing against her asshole.



"What are you doing?" She suddenly yelped lifting up and turning, but strong hands caught her and pressed her back onto the sofa.

"You'll see." David's fingers slipped and pressed harder over her tight virgin asshole, until he finally pressed one well lubricated finger into her hole. Nidhhi's eyes went wide and then pressed shut as he slid deeper into her ass.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...please, please don't fuck me there!"

David just smiled and kept slowly but forcefully finger fucking her ass, while he caressed her wet cunt lips with his other hand. It didn't take long before her protests became less frequent interspersed with moans as she once again gave herself to the intense sensations. By now David had easily gotten two fingers up to the second knuckle in her tight hole and he could feel her pussy was hot and wet with fresh arousal.



Nidhhi sighed as he withdrew from her ass and felt a tremble of anticipation as she felt him stand close behind her, pressing the hot tip of his cock against her asshole. He paused for a moment sliding his strong hands over her pale ass cheeks and up her back eliciting a deep moaning sigh from her, before he thrust hard and deep ramming himself almost to the hilt in one go.

Nidhhi screamed in shock and pain as David thrust deep inside her, and her hands clenching into fists on the cushions. David pulled almost entirely out and slammed home again, leaning over her and fucking her hard as the other guys watched cheering and laughing.



Every time David thrust it felt like he was splitting her apart but even though it hurt Nidhhi could feel a warmth building deep inside her. Every time her hips were pounded into the arm of the sofa the cool air passed over her dripping pussy, sending shockwaves through her body which combined with the intense pleasure/pain of David's rock hard cock driving deep and fast into her asshole, and pounding her insides into the sofa.

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Her eyes were wide, her mouth a big O shape as she gasped for breath with every impact and then suddenly she started to come again. It rippled through her body causing her pussy to gush, her juices leaking down the insides of her thighs as David continued his assault on her asshole, each impact sending new waves of pleasure through her convulsing body.




"Oh my fucking god, you are so fucking tight! You dirty little whore, you fucking love this!" David kept fucking her driving her hard into the sofa as she gasped and her knuckles turned white.

Finally David couldn't take it anymore and blew his load deep inside her raw asshole, pressing as hard as he could his hips flat against her ass cheeks. Nidhhi was breathing hard and deep, whining as she savoured the sensation of his hot seed pouring spurt after spurt into her asshole. Her body glistened with sweat and her mind was in a haze of sensation and lust as David's softening cock slid from her ass leaving a trail of sticky cum that dripped down over her engorged pussy lips and mixed with her own cum in streaks down her legs.



"Holy shit man, you fucked the hell out of that chick. How's that ass feel man?"

"Unbelievable...it's nice and lubed up for ya," David winked at Varun and gave him a high five.

Varun once again lifted Nidhhi up but this time she didn't have the strength to resist, she was just limp letting herself be used and abused by anyone who wanted her, her pussy and asshole felt empty and ached for more cock, despite the fucking she'd already had. Varun lay on the ground, and guided her cum dripping asshole onto his cock, her used hole resisted for a moment then she felt his hot dick driving inside her. He held her upright on top of himself as he slowly thrust up to meet her weight coming down, impaling her deeply on his manhood as she stabilized herself by spreading her legs wide, exposing her pussy which was still oozing it's creampie. He began fucking her slowly making her grunt and moan as he forced inside her used ass. His dick felt slightly longer than David's and the new position meant she felt him even further inside her than before.



Tharun then came over and knelt between Varun and Nidhhi's legs. "Hold her down man; I want some of that pussy." He said to Varun, who reached up and round Nidhhi's waist pulling her backwards on top of himself. Nidhhi just moaned and closed her eyes as she felt Tharun's cock rubbing over her pussy. Even though she was pretty stretched already, the sensation of two cocks filling both her holes at once was pretty painful and she winced as Tharun thrust into her. The two men went slowly for a while until they reached a rhythm, and then they began fucking her with long hard alternating strokes, forcing deep grunts and moans form her with each thrust.



David had taken a seat, and was watching Nidhhi's tiny body as she heaved between the two guys. Her pale legs splayed out on either side, one high up supported by Tharun while she tried to find a footing with the other on the smooth floor. Her pussy and asshole were a bright cherry red and glistened with cum which also stained her thighs and stockings. Ramu who was getting turned on again at the sight of this once innocent teen being double teamed on the floor like a whore, headed over and guided his meat into her gasping mouth.



Nidhhi couldn't focus on half of what was happening to her and took the cock almost on automatic, breathing heavily through her nose she sucked him into her throat tasting his cum and her own juices as he began fucking her mouth like a pussy.

They continued to fuck all her holes in unison for several minutes before Tharun finally came hard in her pussy, joining the previous two loads. He pulled out letting the final spurt cover her stomach as he stood up, then he moved round to her side and took her head from Ramue's grasp so she could clean his dick off. Nidhhi sucked him letting cum and saliva dribble down her chin, her eyes closed as she focused on the thrusting cock still deep inside her ass.



Ramu took her head back and slid his wet cock back into her hot mouth, using her head to fuck his shaft until he too came, pulling out and unloading over her lips and tongue.

Varun continued his intense deliberate fucking of her asshole for another few minutes and then pulled her down hard cumming deep inside her and holding her until it oozed out around his cock.



Nidhhi was in a total daze having had what seemed like a string of orgasms one after another for the last half an hour or more and just lay on the carpet panting and breathing heavily as she felt her pussy and ass tingling from the hard fucking she'd just received.



The guys helped her up and got her back in the shower where they cleaned her off making sure to wash the multiple loads of cum out of her used holes. Then they carried her to her room and let her rest.



A few hours later they woke her up and gave her something to eat. David was always there to reassure her and take care of her and they spent the rest of the day hanging out and fucking her one way or another. By the time everyone left it was the middle of the night and Nidhhi was raw and exhausted; she'd been fucked and used in every possible way for hours and her body ached. Despite her discomfort and the initial fear she realized she hadn't resisted as much as she could have or tried to escape and before he left, she'd made sure to get David's number.



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I was 24 when I fell in love with Chandu, completely in love with him. I met him at my birthday party. Chandu tall and handsome and muscular. He played rugby, he ran marathons. Chandu was gorgeous. I was so proud he fancied me.




I was a virgin then. I had had some fumbling encounters with boys, of course, who hasn't, but although I hadn't found anyone I really wanted to have inside me. I was as ripe as a peach and ready for action. I watched porn. I knew what to do. I dreamed about it in the dark hours of the night, as I pleasured and stroked myself, and watched girls doing unspeakable things to male members whose hugeness seemed to me to be fake. The girls all seemed to be cross eyed with lust, in those videos, and the men just grunted a lot. I realised I rather liked the ones where the girls were helpless, where they started off looking a bit unwilling. I liked it when the men held them down. I loved the parts where the cocks slid into them. I used to imagine a cock like that sliding into me.



I met Chandu because his Dad, Soma raju, was doing some work with my Dad. Soma raju was my father's age. He sent shivers through me. He was this great muscular hulk of a man, with tattoos and a kind of sneer, and he had a way of looking at me that made me feel naked. The first time he came to our house I was in my bedroom and he came in to talk to me, on his way to the bathroom, and he kind of loomed in the doorway and leered. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I was sitting on the bed and it was a small bedroom. I realised his groin was at the same height as my head, and sensed something was bulging there. I thought he did it on purpose.



After that Soma raju was always round, he and my father were best buddies. He didn't have a wife, but he had a son, Chandu, and after a while Chandu started to come with him.

It wasn't long before I realised Chandu liked me. Probably about ten minutes after we met, actually, I went into the kitchen to make tea and he came in and took me in his arms, and put his mouth on mine and stated to probe inside it expertly with his tongue.

I loved it. I kissed him back, pushing myself against him, sensing the exciting bulge in his trousers, loving the thought that he wanted me.



Soma raju seemed to approve, but it didn't stop his lecherous glances. He used to say things like, 'you two lovebirds had better not get too sticky,' and 'she looks like a thirsty girl.' I used to catch him looking at me all the time. He made personal comments. I'd be in the kitchen, cleaning up, and he'd say, 'you should wear tops like that more often, Deeksha, you've got beautiful tits,' or 'if that dress was any shorter I'd have to play with your muff myself honey.' It was revolting. I still remember the time after my birthday party, when I had gone to the toilet and hadn't shut the door properly. I was just pulling my things back up when Soma raju came in, fumbling with his flies. I said, 'sorry, I'm in here,' and went to push the door shut but he came in anyway.



'No problem, Deeksha love, I don't mind if you don't...'

I was trying to fasten my Levis and he was between me and the door when he asked for a birthday kiss. I was trying to be polite, so I lifted my face. I wasn't prepared for the way he pulled me to him, his tongue pushing my mouth open, his big hand pushing my shirt open and taking hold of my nipple, so that as he fucked my mouth with his tongue he was squeezing and pulling and tickling at my left teat. A shudder of feeling rushed through me and I fought to hide it, but I know he felt it. My nipples were like rocks. And then, as he came away, he whispered, 'I can't wait for the day I feel your mouth round my cock,' and I was horrified to realise I was turned on.



I remember feeling sick, fighting him, him laughing and pulling away, but being left for the rest of the evening with this horrible horny feeling.

My tits, you see, turn me on like mad. It wasn't him, particularly. They just make me horny. I had persuaded Chandu to suckle on them, and tease them, and lick them and chew them from our very first day together, and I could sometimes get halfway to orgasm as he feasted on me. I dreamed of having two men suckling on my teats. I still do. Strangers. I just didn't dream one of them would be Soma raju.



Soma raju was a big strong man, he'd probably been handsome once, so I guess that's where Chandu got his looks, and I had to try to be nice to him, because Chandu adored him. He even seemed to want to be him sometimes. They even wore the same aftershave. It was musky and lovely. I loved the way Chandu smelled when I kissed his neck. I loved the way he whispered that he loved it when I did what I was told...

My friends didn't like Chandu and they hated Soma raju. My friend said Chandu fucked women with his Dad watching, but I'd never seen any hint of that. And Chandu had a fabulous penis, pale and thick and straight, with a lovely soft foreskin and shaved balls.

The first time I saw it we were in the car, and he was talking to his father on the phone. As he talked he was looking at me, and I wasn't sure I'd heard right when I heard him say, 'I'm in the car with Deeksha. She's going to start sucking my cock.' I went bright red, red as a raspberry, but as he carried on talking to his Dad he opened his fly and his fat white member was standing there, rising in salute. Obediently I lowered myself to it, opened my mouth, touched it a little with my tongue, and then opened to his swollen knob, sank my warm mouth onto his lovely mushroom, and started to feed. As I sucked and rubbed and teased and played he was telling his father what was doing.



'You should see her, dad, she's horny as a slut. Oh God, yeah... she's sucking my duck like a pro, that's right baby, suck that cock, work by balls, oh yeah... '

I loved it. I played and sucked and stroked like the girls in the porn films, gobbling and feasting off him like the sluts do, looking up at him and moaning. As I worked at him I watched and felt him start to strain, his cock becoming more swollen and riding, his balls starting to contract, his body shuddering as he started to cum, and I plunged as far onto him as I could to take it as he ejaculated into me, his gorgeous spurts of creamy cum...

'Oh Dad she's good, she's going to suck me dry...'

Chandu loved it when I sucked his dick, but I think I loved it even more. After that I used to suck him off all the time. Sometimes we'd be in a restaurant, eating pizza or something, and I'd slide my hand into his flies and just tease and rub him. I loved to play with him, loved stroking his precum with my thumb, loved the moment when his balls swelled and contracted and he strained and shuddered and jerked into me.



I was still saddled with my virginity. I had daydreams about lying in my bedroom and a series of men, all ages, all sizes, coming into the room one by one. In my daydream I'd suck and lick and play with them, and all of them cum in my mouth, every single one. It was just a fantasy. I know fantasies aren't real. Sometimes I imagined Soma raju, pinning my down and lowering his cock into my mouth. That made me shiver and shudder at the thought of the lovey humiliation of it. Mostly I wanted Chandu to fuck me as his father gave the orders. Isn't that terrible? Chandu made me feel that way....

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Sorry, I digress. After Soma raju trapped me in the toilet and he pulled my juicy teat until I squealed with outrage, (mainly outrage at myself for the hot wetness of my pussy at the thought of him forcing me to the floor and feasting on my tits till I came) I had tried to avoid him, because deep down I knew I would cum in seconds if he feasted on my tits. Wanted him on me, sucking me and fucking me. I wanted him to mount me and arse fuck me, and cum on my face as I begged for more. I wanted to kneel before him and call him Master. But he also disgusted me. I was really confused.



I was getting desperate the night Chandu made me make the promise. As usual, when Chandu pulled me into the porch of his house and got his prick out I needed no second bidding. When he ordered me down onto my knees to play with his cock I was in heaven. I knew what to do. It was a lovely evening but I was hungry and desperate. Soon my fingers were deep in his ass, probing him as I sucked and moaned.

Every time I lifted my head from that fucking prick I begged Chandu to play with my tits, to really pull and twist and lick and chew... I told him I'd do anything.

I still remember my lust, his smooth glans sliding into my throat smelling of man, his shiny circumcised glans, the long smooth shaft. I stroked and licked and adored him, took him down as far as I could. It was beautiful, feeling it swell in my mouth, and I sucked and rubbed and tickled him for ages, working him with my mouth and hands.



'Suck harder, baby,' he said in that hard voice of his, 'on your knees for your master...if you work for it you can have what you want'

Obediently, like a good girl, I sucked and licked and wanked his lovely shaft, rubbing and playing with that bouncing cock, hungrily working to bring him off. I sucked him off with all the skill I had, wetting the whole shaft with my mouth, suckling on his balls, teasing the base of his glans with my tongue, begging, begging, begging permission to swallow.

'Oh Chandu please cum in my mouth...'

'You want that?'

'Oh yes...'

'I think you want to suck off my Dad. He'd love this...oh yeah, suck that baby..., work that cock...that's it, put your fingers in my ass, play with me properly... you'd like to suck my dad's cock, wouldn't you baby...?'

I shuddered and ached for his cock, 'Mmmh mmh ,'I said, his knob head too deep n my throat for speech, as I deep throated him like his little bitch.

'Finger my ass, baby... yeah that's right, right in my ass - keep my cock right in the back of your throat - oh Yeah, yeah that's good, work me slut, that's it, deep in your throat, deep in my ass, oh he's going to love this... you're going to love my Dad's cock in you...'

After that he kept talking to me about sucking his Dad's cock. We both got off on it. He ordered me to suck on his balls as I fingered him, to tease his slit with my tongue, to play and gobble and feast and dribble and how not to gag as he forced his prick right into my hungry throat, and sometimes, if I had worked really hard, he chewed and sucked my tits for me and I thanked him in the way he loved best. He loved me rimming his pucker and probing his ass with my tongue as I rubbed his long shaft. I could fuck his ass with my tongue and bring him off, and get back to his fat glans in time to take his whole load in my throat. And all the time I begged for his father.



He loved giving orders, and talking about his Dad, how he wanted to watch his Dad fucking me. I could tell from the straining and shuddering how much he loved that. He made me suck and play for ages, ordering me on, and off, telling me how he wanted to watch me being fucked, and as I begged and promised to do anything I could feel him building up, feel his balls starting to contract, his shaft swelling... I was ready, oh God I was ready...

Sometimes he pushed himself out of my subservient throat and spurted on my tits.

Then he'd let me suckle him clean, feeding on him, licking and suckling every drop off him.

Sometimes he spanked me afterwards, just lightly till he got hard again, spanked me and fingered me. I still remember the feel of his fingers touching, spreading my pussy lips, which were wet with my lust by then. I still remember them in me, spreading me, and then as his cock swelled a second time this time I had longer, oh so much longer, to suck play with it. I remember how he shuddered as I ran the tip of my tongue in the little slit on the end of his glans. He squatted over me and had me lick his crack, over and over, for ages, pressing my tongue into his ass as I caressed his long slippery prick, rubbing and playing and tonguing him like a slave, and he moaned and called me his Dad's slut, and told me how his Dad talked about my tits, all the time, how he wanted to fuck me as his dad sucked and roughed my teats, how he couldn't wait.



I suppose I should have guessed that Chandu was working up to something. When you swallow all that cum, night after night, and your boyfriend shows no interest in doing the same for you then maybe you should wonder where things are going. I think, to be honest, it was so hot I didn't care. I mean, I should insist on regular fucking just to keep me, you know, in full working order - but you have to remember that at this point, even though I was sucking Chandu off like a porn star, I was still a virgin. Technically, anyway. There was the candle. The prick shaped candle. A girl has to practice. I loved to play with myself whilst I fucked myself with the candle. But I particularly loved getting on my hands and knees and putting it in my arse whilst I caressed my fat, frustrated clit. I was going to say frustrated little clit, but it really wasn't little. I hadn't seen any other clits, apart from on porn but frankly I though mine seemed enormous. I went on Literotica once and chatted to a guy about my clit. He promised to check it out for me, and then I lost his contact. It's still my fantasy that some guy from Literotica will meet me somewhere and just explore my pussy. Completely anonymously. In a toilet somewhere. Not even look at me, just lick my clit. Oh of course I could suck his prick, of course, licking and gobbling and rubbing and playing... Till he came, roaring. I'd love that.



For the next couple of weeks, Chandu got his cock out whenever he could. As soon as we were alone his cock was out. I'd beg him to suck my tits, to pinch and rough up my nipples, to chew and gobble on me and tweak those long juicy teats, but he kept saying you'll have to work harder, baby, Soma raju is waiting...

He loved fucking my face. He'd hold my head steady and thrust right in, long delicious throat thrusts, as I learned to hold back my gag reflex and accept him, right down, swallowing on his shaft and massaging his ring. It made me think of sword swallowers, and I loved feeling the velvet head of his cock pushing against the soft tissues of my throat. I loved it as he groaned and swore and slid right down, down past my gag reflex into the warm velvet of my throat, so I had to time my breathing, 'oh yeah, swallow my cock, you love that don't you, you little whore, you want Soma raju's cock don't you...?'



Soon he started adding further instructions. 'Tell me what you'd do with Soma raju? Would you suck his balls whilst I fuck your arse? Would you like my father's cock in your throat, baby? Oh, baby I'd love to see his fat cock in your wet pussy whilst you feast on my dick,'

And because I was so horny, and my clit was so swollen, I agreed with it all, 'oh please Chandu, please give me Soma raju's cock and I'll do all the things you want...'

When he finally agreed to fuck me it was on the condition that he filmed it for his Dad. I was past caring by then. I didn't even have to see his dad, I could get off on the thought of his cock. The idea of him watching as Chandu took my cherry was exciting, thrilling, wicked. I masturbated moaning for him all the time.



Chandu set up the camcorder like a pro in his bedroom. I was stripped, my tits trussed with rope the way he liked them so that they stuck out, pert and trapped. He had me talking to the camera, begging for Soma raju's cock, telling him how I thought of him as I sucked and gobbled on his son, then he clamped my aching nipples and ordered me to start feeding.

I was aching with lust by the time his hot wet cock was ready to me.

He spread me, then and there, and his thick hot cock pushed his masterly way in, pushing relentlessly as I struggled, ending my virginity with whole long thickness, splitting my pussy on his shaft as I begged for it, forcing his way through the soft tissues and into me, spreading me open like a warm dessert and sinking his shaft deep into my virgin pussy. I felt his cock come all the way, deep inside as my virgin tissues eased apart and gripped him like a glove.



I still remember the feeling as his cockhead nosed its way into port, slowly, pushing, pressing, forcing, as he grunted and muttered, 'oh baby, what a ripe little cunt, oh yeah that's nice...is that nice? Do you like that?' He was up against my cervix, nudging it, stretching me.

'He yes, I love that...'

'You want my father's cock...'

'Oh yes, oh please master, oh Soma raju please...'

I whimpered as drew back and then he drove me, in he went, long and hard, fat and hot, stretching me, making way where nobody had gone before. Oh God the thrusts were magnificent, and I begged and whimpered for Soma raju.

'Fuck me Soma raju, I need your cock master, I need you in my muff, on my teats, in my ass...'



Oh yeah,' moaned, 'oh you're so tight and wet, baby' and I felt warm juices coming from me at the thought of Soma raju in my muff, on my teats, impaling me on his cock.

He started to thrust, slowly. 'Look at the camera, baby. Beg for Daddy...'

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And I begged. As his fat shaft began rubbing at my newly opened tissues, I looked directly at the camera and I moaned and begged.

'Oh Soma raju I dream of your cock. I know it must be huge and fat and I want you here, in me, fucking me...'



And as the long thrusting motions started to speed up, as he grunted and slapped my quivering arse, Chandu's fat shaft rubbed at the entrance tissues, rasping over the tight tough front wall of my vagina, nosed hard against my cervix...

'Oh Daddy, please, I'll do anything...'

Soon he was fucking me so hard that his balls banged my arse as and my ovaries bounced up and down, and I was on my hands and knees like a bitch on heat begging for it and fingering my own pussy. He was holding my hips and riding me like a tart, and I was riding him back, eyes glazed, looking at the camera, looking at Soma raju.

He fucked into me in great thrusts. 'Beg for Daddy...'

'Oh yes please daddy, fuck me please...'

Thrust ... 'Beg for my Dad...'

'Oh Soma raju, please fuck me more Soma raju...'

Thrust... 'what do you want, slut?'



'Oh Chandu...'

'Soma raju. I'm Soma raju...'

'Oh Soma raju, do it more, oh I love that...'

There was no resisting him, or my own lust, that was the trouble. I knew, deep inside, that the more he talked about his Dad the more his Dad was kind of already there with us. He was in my head as I fucked. I imagined what his cock might be like, imagined him grabbing me, fucking me, ordering me to do his bidding, imagined riding his dick whilst he sneered at me and called me his little whore.....

It was just a fantasy. That's what I told myself. The real Soma raju was a lecher and as old as my Dad. Still, as Chandu plunged and pistoned in and out of my tight pussy, riding me on the waves of his orgasm, stretching and rubbing my horny tissues, banging at my ovaries, he whispered about how his Dad could fuck for hours. It might sound to you just like just kinky talk, but it really made me horny.



Chandu took some serious video that week. He picked me up from home and drove me to his Dad's lockup, where he had a mattress, and as I took my pants off his cock was already glistening and ready. I got down on all fours like a good girl, my round tits hanging beneath me. No sooner had he set the camcorder up than he slid his fat cockhead between my legs, rubbing my clit and my pussy, and as I lifted my arse obediently I felt his glans spreading my pussy lips...'

I groaned, 'Oh yes, oh Soma raju put it in me, I want your cock...'

Then his mushroom was pushing apart my hot wet tissues, parting my labia and sliding deep into me.



It was hard, quick fucking that day. He thrust and fucked and banged at me, jerking himself off on me as if I was one of those shop-bought vaginas, rubbing his shaft up and down the narrow, ridged tunnel of my pussy as his fingers groped for my tits and yanked on the sensitive hot teats.

'Look at her tits,' Dad,' he was saying to the camera, 'look at her juicy tits, she's begging for you again..,' and I realised Soma raju had actually seen our videos. The thought filled me with delicious horror mixed in with the lust. I joined in the game.

'Oh Soma raju, do you like my tits? Will you suck them for me Soma raju? If you chew my teats I'll gobble on your dick till you cum in my throat...'



Chandu swelled as I talked, swelled and fucked and ordered me to keep talking, and I did.

'Oh Soma raju, I'm imagining your cock. Oh Soma raju I feel it, you're in my pussy, you're stretching me, oh God Soma raju your fat glans is right in side me...'

I loved the way my tits bounced as I fucked Chandu's cock. He was gasping with lust and I... well if Soma raju had walked in just then I'd have ridden him .

That made me a little nervous, to be honest. I mean it's one thing to fuck your boyfriend, another realise you want some huge muscular tattooed sixty-year old who you find physically revolting (apart from the thought of his mouth on your tits, be honest) to spread your pussy open and deflowering you with his cock.



I loved it, though, the pretend begging for Soma raju.

I pretended to be a bitch on heat. I had to whimper and growl and he'd feel under me and pull on my clit as he fucked me. Today he was in a phase of fast fucks, hard and fast and hard and fast so that he came with a shudder. I have such a fat clit, so swollen and russet red, and when I kneel forwards it swells and throbs. He only has to get his hand in the area and I start to moan and beg, arse up and spread for anything he wants, loving being used, loving the feel of his plunging cock, filling me and stretching me, rubbing me and pleasing me, driving me whilst he laughed at me, 'you love that, don't you, my horny slut? Do you want more?' And I beg, 'oh yes Soma raju, oh please do me, please fuck me with your long lovely cock, oh God yes...'

So now he said, 'you want my Dad in your arse, don't you, you slut...'

And I groaned 'oh God yes, Oh Uncle Soma raju. I'll do anything you want...

One minute he was lubing me and the next he was pushing, pushing, forcing his lubed and slippery mushroom through the tight elastic ring of my puckered hole. He was taking my arse, right here and now. I struggled at the sensation, the fat cockhead firm against my tight little ring.



It wouldn't go. I knew it wouldn't go. 'Chandu, I can't...'

But he was strong. 'I'm fucking your arse, bitch, beg for daddy...'

'Oh God, oh Soma raju fuck me...'

And slowly, as the pressure grew, his cock began to open me, began to advance, impossibly, through my tight virgin ring.

I could feel myself stretching impossibly, my ring opening, the huge smooth cockhead feeling larger than ever so that I thought I would burst at the lust and the excitement and the fear, 'oh no... it won't go... oh Soma raju, I want it so much...'



'You'll get it baby, you want my cock up your arse...' he was fingering my pussy, fingering me, churning me into lust. The feeling was impossible, exciting and fabulous...

'Oh yes, oh keep pushing, oh God Soma raju it's so big...'

'Beg me...'

He was working back and forth not, little thrusts but strong and relentless. His cock was advancing, millimetre by millimetre....

'Oh Soma raju... oh God you're filling me.. do me, Soma raju, please...'

And suddenly my tight arse stretched a little more and his cockhead was in. I fought the spasms, shuddering with excitement, and he twisted and shifted and screwed his way down as if he was drilling me open. I shivered and cried with pleasure as my arse slowly let him in, fighting to relax, as his hot shaft engaged me like a bitch on heat, and he, or perhaps Soma raju, was plunging long and slow into the dark, mysterious depths of my arse.



I was impaled. I was his toy. He was way inside, his whole shaft sunk into me like the sword in the stone, I felt his balls bang against me and the feeling was unimaginable. I erupted in lust and excitement, pushing back at him, riding his cock as he filled me in a way I had never imagined. I could feel my slit, swollen and horny, like a giant peach between my legs as his prick slid in and out of the railway siding of my arse.

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And he drew back, almost to my arse hole, back, back, and I tensed... it wouldn't, I couldn't... and then down he plunged, again, like a conqueror, and I howled for it. And the fucking began. Oh God he fucked my arse. He fucked hard and fast, and slow and deep, banging and thrusting as the feeling built up, and built up, and built up in me... and just as I thought I would cum I exploded in a roar of semen and cursing, 'yeah, Dad, she's so ready for you...'



I didn't want to suck him clean when he'd been in my arse, but he made me and I liked it.

I realised on some level, by now, that I was aching for Soma raju to fuck me and play with me, use my throat and fill my arse, but I still thought I could keep it in my head. It had become normal to suck and fuck, to rub and play, to gobble and feast on my boyfriend's cock like a starving woman whilst I begged for his Dad.



So, a couple of nights later, when he said he'd got something special planned with Soma raju, I kind of knew, although I'd begged for it so much that on some level I still thought it was just a game. I thought it would be something gorgeous and wet, something in which his dick would take me and use me, and we'd fuck and suck until I'd used every drop. I didn't realise quite how much every drop would be.

He took me to the lock-up that night.

No sooner had he stopped the car outside than he ordered me to gobble on him, his long, wet cock between my lips as he told me what was in store. I sucked lustily, working him like a slut as he told me how he was going to watch me fuck his dad. Then he put the blindfold on me and led me indoors.

Ten minutes later, blindfolded, and on my knees on a mattress, I wasn't surprised when he ordered me to suck and play again, and I felt the slow face fucking start, deep in my throat. Chandu loved to face fuck me, he used to go faster and faster. So I was really surprised when he stopped, pulled out, and told me to lie down and spread my legs...



'Oh, Deeksha. Whose cock do you most want?'

I caressed his balls, fingering his ass, 'I want Soma raju...'

He moaned, 'Who's Soma raju?'

I rubbed his cockhead expertly, suckled on it like a baby, 'Your Daddy... I've wanted his mouth on my tits since the first time he felt me up. I want his cock, his balls, his tongue...'

'You want my Dad's mouth on your tits, you little slut?'

I still thought he was joking, 'oh yes, please, Soma raju I am your slut and I want you on my tits...'

And then another voice, a voice I knew well said, 'It might be your lucky night...'

I started to tremble. II remembered big ugly Soma raju, his snide face, him tweaking my teats... oh God, I had fantasised about what his cock was like...

'Soma raju?'

'Hello honey...'

'Oh God... Chandu, you can't really...' I felt fingers on my labia, parting the juicy lips, playing in the entrance to my sex... ''oh God...'

Soma raju's voice, 'beg for Chandu, Deeksha...'

I relaxed. Soma raju was going to watch Chandu fuck me. Of course.

'Fuck me Chandu, fuck me..'



I was aching for it. My clit was being positively evil, swelling and throbbing like some great turnip. I was shuddering in anticipation. I could feel my tits erect and swollen. 'Oh God,' I said, 'fuck me now...'

'Now baby,' Chandu said, 'I'm giving the orders. Open your pussy baby, beg for Soma raju, enjoy the ride...'

I felt a knee push my legs apart, felt a cock, pressing gentle and set against me. Slowly it began to stroke my swollen turnip of a clit, up and down.

'Oh Soma raju yes, Oh I want your cock....'

I could smell Chandu's aftershave...Soma raju's aftershave. A fat tongue pushed my mouth open, filled it. I shuddered and whimpered as my pussy started to open to something bigger than I had ever felt before. Oh God, I sensed it was enormous, hard and ready, fatter and broader... I reached down. A monster...

I moaned. Somewhere inside I already knew...



And then I heard Chandu say in a hugely excited voice, 'beg for it, Deeksha...'

'No, I can't..' I wanted to fight but I couldn't. I wanted to know. Soma raju's cock was nosing in between my pussy lips? Could I take it? What would it feel to be stretched apart by an enormous fat cock on an ugly, snide, unpleasant old man...?

The cock poked and stroked my pussy, again and again.. I moaned.

'What do you want, slut?'

'Oh God, please fuck me...'

'Beg for Daddy...'

I cracked, "Oh Soma raju, oh please Daddy. Let me serve you, please...'

Then cock was gone. 'Oh please... please... I want it...' and I heard grunting and there were lips on my pussy, lips and teeth and a tongue, spreading, chewing, sucking, licking... oh God someone started to play with my pussy lips with his tongue. Someone was eating me, and I had never been eaten. I could hear grunting in my muff.Soma raju was on my wet slit feeding like a lion.

His lips and tongue touched on my labia, chewing and playing, his tongue probing in between my pussy lips... I felt the tickling touch on the inner labia, his teeth teasing me... Chandu had never eaten my pussy, never. I still hoped it was him, but I knew it wasn't

I arched and moaned and begged, 'Oh God yes, oh Daddy, fuck me Master, sir, your lordship, I'll do anything...' and then his mouth closed round my clit and a throbbing suction began.



I squealed with pleasure, writhing and shuddering as he feasted on me, his teeth and lips pulling on my clit, suckling on me as if I was an orange and he was sucking the juice out of me. I could feel my orgasm rising like the tide to meet him.

I shuddered and fought and begged and arched. Soma raju was sucking my muff, that big horrible man who had twisted my teat, and I had wanted this ever since, wanted his mouth on me, his tongue probing me open, his teeth nibbling my swollen lips...

He was feeding on me like I was breakfast and I begged for more, wriggling and thrusting, 'oh master, oh Soma raju please do it more, I love that, I want that...'

It didn't take long before my orgasm began to rise, and as I started to shudder and tighten to cum he pulled off and his cock was pushing at my pussy lips, and I shuddered and pushed my hips towards him and he entered me, a vast fat cock plunging in with a slow, shuddering thrust, parting my pussy like the Red Sea...

He was huge, his huge cock fat and bent and long, my tissues opened, and opened, and down he sank, forcing me apart, filling me like two cocks... my tissues stretched and gripped and ached and gushed... my hips rose to meet him in spite of myself... I wanted his mouth on my tits, his cock in my pussy, to be used, and taken, and fucked... by Soma raju. The same and the lust were gorgeous...



I moaned in lust, 'oh Go.o.o.o.o.o.o.d..'

I heard Chandu laugh and tell me I was looking good...

And then as Soma raju's hot fat cock sank right through me, forcing his huge luscious length into the long narrow station of my pussy, driving home like a submarine coming into port, I moaned in pleasure and lust. I thought he would never end. He filled me, completed me, stretched me, heated me up... I began to shudder and beg. 'Oh Daddy, please...you're like two cocks, I can't do it, you're too big...I love that so much. Please do me, please do your slut master...'

Then Soma raju's mouth closed on mine, and now he was deep, deep inside me, tonguing me and fucking me, fucking me and tonguing me.

I fought the tongue briefly, I didn't want it at first, but after a while I was tonguing him back as I could feel his fat shaft rubbing my pussy walls, stretching my cunt, bruising and crushing my fat horny clit, and as he fucked me I raised my hips back at him, arching my back and thrusting back, taking that glorious delicious cock, lost in the joy of it as he pulled right out, and thrust in, and twisted and teased and stirred me, all the time swelling and growing until I felt as if he wasn't a normal man at all...

I could hear Chandu's voice from a long way off, 'Do you like that Deeksha? Do you like my Dad's cock in you?'



'Oh yes, oh I love it, oh Soma raju be my master, please fuck me hard, do me like that, God I love your dick...'

'I think you should see me...' and he pulled my blindfold off.

And as I lay there, spread-eagled beneath him, huge Soma raju, my boyfriend's father, fat and naked, sneering at me, leering about me, was on me, his enormous cock filling me, swelling inside me, pulsating like a fat horny God...

'Hello Deeksha, you're not so haughty now are you...'

I was overcome with shame now that I could see him.

'Oh God...'

'You are a slut aren't you? You just want my cock. You've wanted it since the day I squeezed your tit for you....'

'Oh no....'

Soma raju had been fucking me. My boyfriend's father. He must be sixty. He was revolting to me. Fat and tattooed and hairy... Chandu was smooth and waxed and Soma raju was covered in hair...



You want to bury your face in his hairy groin and suck that fat cock said a voice in my head..

'No no I don't...'

Oh God he had felt good. Chandu never sucked my clit...

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It was my clit talking, that's what it was. Deeksha suck that beautiful cock, it said. Look how fat and wet it is. Look at his balls girl. Beg him to fuck you...

'Shut up,' I said desperately, to my clit.

Soma raju sneered at me and then carefully and deliberately drew in and out and gave me two fucking thrusts, that giant slightly curvy cock drawing back then driving into me, stretching and hot and wild and lovely... It was pure heaven

I was lost. 'Oh my God I love that, oh Soma raju I want to be your slave, don't ever stop...'



'You like that?' Chandu was tweaking my tits, watching, laughing, 'you want to play with Daddy...'

I reached down. He had fat dangling hairy balls. Everything surged through me. Oh, it was fabulous. I wanted it so much. I couldn't resist. His mouth was like heaven. 'Oh God yes...'

'Beg for Soma raju...'

Some remnant of my former self tried to rescue me. I fought my clit and my boyfriend one last time. 'Chandu, I want you...'

The clit was winning. Soma raju was a master. His cock was my God. Oh, I wanted to cum again. I started to cry and beg.. 'please Chandu don't you want to fuck me...'

'Love me love my Dad. Don't you like his cock? You were fucking him, that's for sure...'

"I can't help it, Chandu...'

'Do you want me to stop?' Soma raju leaned into my mouth. 'If you want it you'll have to beg for it.'

He pulled his fat delicious cock out of me and I reached for it.

'Oh God I want it....' my hands were on it now and I could see how huge and gnarly it was. I wanted to lick it and suck it and pleasure it, to feast on it and feed on it and play with it and take it deep inside....

I gave in. From the moment his beautiful fat glans had forced my pussy lips apart and I felt his fat belly lower onto me I had known who it was I wanted.

'Soma raju, fuck me, now and whenever you want. I'll do anything. Anything...just give me your cock...'

'Sixty-nine her, Dad...'

And I went to heaven. As I opened my mouth to take his fat glans into my throat, or as much of it as I could, he was kneeling over me and his mouth was on my muff.

Soma raju worked my pussy like a pro. His lips were everywhere, his fingers prodding me, I was open and exposed and hot and wet, like a steaming flower in the rain. I wanted him in me, licking me, sucking me, taking me, using me. The suckling was gorgeous.



As I suckled and played with and rubbed his cock, his huge, veiney, twisted, fabulous cock, Soma raju's tongue penetrated the space between my labia, and his tongue began to fuck me as he chewed on my clit.. His fingers probed my ass. 'Oh God yes...'

'You like that...?'

I mumbled on this cock as he filled my throat, fucked me with his tongue, I couldn't speak, I wanted to say, 'oh God, oh please Soma raju, I want you to do it more...'

Soma raju played at the hood of my clitoris. Sending waves of joy through me, then his fingers probed me deep and hard, stirring me expertly, like a wizard...' oh little slut your pussy wants me real bad...'

His cock was swelling, his salty pre-cum in my mouth, he was fat and gorgeous, and I heard Chandu say, 'now fuck her Dad...' and I started to cry with excitement.

As he pulled out and turned me over I was begging and shaking...

'Oh God yes. Please. Fuck me Daddy...'

'Yes what?' the wonderful giant dick probed at me, fingers tweaked me, squeezed my clit, I wanted... I wanted...'

'Please Soma raju...'

'Please Soma raju what?'

'Please eat my pussy and give me your cock...'

'You want to be my little slut?'

'Oh, I'll do anything, I've wanted your cock ever since the day you played with my tits in the toilet...'

'You want to be our toy?'

'Oh yes, oh use me please, let me serve you...'



I didn't know what I was saying. Soma raju was fabulous. He penetrated me, slow and long, and I felt again the glorious nudge of his cockhead parting me, spreading me, filling me. As he took me again, pushing my ovaries, my cervix, filling my whole pussy I whimpered, 'Oh Soma raju, oh yes master...'

And then he was using me for his own pleasure, bang and fucking, thrusting and pumping, filling me, fucking me, stretching me, working me. He fucked so hard, fast, then slow, then fast then slow - hard riding thrusts impaling me like a kebab. As he rode me he slapped and laughed, grunting and swearing and calling me his horny bitch, and I was begging for more, for more cock, and as he thrust deep his cock stimulated my clit and I started to cum. I was impaled on his cock as my tissues swelled and throbbed and my orgasm built, and waves of feeling took over me.. and I begged 'oh God I'm cumming, oh keep fucking me, fuck me through my cum,' and he plunged in and out as I roared and spasmed on his fat cock, and Chandu pulled and twisted at my teats he forced my face onto his cock and I realised he was ejaculating, wild at what he was seeing, his girlfriend fucking his father's giant cock and loving every minute of it...



As my orgasm erupted and shook me like a rag doll I was aware of Soma raju swelling and becoming rigid as, with a roar, Soma raju came, ejaculating in great spasms into me, his cock throbbing and swelling and pulsing and jerking as I shuddered and climaxed and collapsed beneath him, waiting for his cock to pull out of me, wondering how I would bear the shame.

'Oh God that was wonderful, Oh Christ...'

'Haven't you heard of Viagra? We've only just started...lick me clean, slut, you've got work to do...'

'Oh yes Master.''

"I think you'll find it's Masters..'

I suckled them both, over and over, loving and pleasuring their two cocks. I loved the difference between them. I loved Chandu's straight fat cock and Soma raju's enormous ugly, bulging monster, Chandu's smooth balls and Soma raju's dangling hairy ones. I loved playing and fasting and gobbling on them. I loved Soma raju's face in my pussy. I sat on his mouth and rode his tongue like a bitch as Chandu ate my tits. It was probably an hour before I got them really hard again, but I enjoyed every minute of it.



Now it was Chandu's turn to fuck his whore, as I crouched on all fours, begging like a slut, and as he spread me again with his long slim dick, his father Soma raju fed me his giant cock and I suckled gorgeously on it, holding onto the root of his shaft for balance as Chandu fucked and played, playing and stroking and loving and adoring, teasing his ass with my fingers, suckling his balls, deep throating him further down than I had ever managed before.

'Oh masters, oh let me please you...'

Oh, I love that cock. It is so fat and long knobbly, with a beautiful dark reddish head. I loved the slit on his cockhead that I could probe with my tongue. I love the feel of his shaft in my throat. I love suckling on his gorgeous hairy balls and running my tongue round the rim of his ass, probing his pucker boldly as I caressed and rubbed him back to hardness.



Oh I worked on him, and as I worked he instructed me, 'that's right girl, rub the shaft, finger my ass, deeper, harder, oh go yes, put your mouth round me, work for it little slut, it's yours if you want it...' and he was hardening again and I was as tight as a violin string, vibrating and throbbing with lust, hoping against hope that they would fuck me together.

At last, they were on me in tandem, like a beautiful machine, Soma raju's great fat wonderful cock plunged deep into my pussy, Chandu other long straight fat one in my arse as they worked me together. The rhythm was perfect, like the best jazz, in in, in in, inin, like that.. My God have you ever been double fucked? I was so full and stretched, so wet and hot, my clit throbbed and flared into hungry slutty-life. As Soma raju sank his beautiful swollen knobbly cock back deep into my pussy and Chandu filled my arse and they double fucked me I cried with pleasure. I wanted more, and more, and more. I begged to be spanked, to be teased, to be used, to serve them. I begged to be theirs.

The whole night they played with me, eating me, fucking me, playing with me. Oh reader, I knelt and sucked, rubbing and begging, caressing and playing I promised to do the same for their friends, their work colleagues. And eventually, at last, exhausted, they suckled one on each of my teats. With a shudder and a cry my last orgasm took me as my boyfriend and his dad chewed and teased one fat horny nipple each, and two sets of fingers tickle and played with my traitorous clit.



The video material was pretty explicit. You can see me sucking and begging and pleading for more. You can see me gobbling on their cocks, riding them licking them, playing with them. Wasn't surprised when Soma raju told me he'd show it to my Dad if I ever betrayed him, but I wasn't going to. I was going to do everything he wanted from now on.

I knew my relationship with Chandu would never be the same again, but it didn't matter. It was Soma raju and his cock I wanted now, Soma raju and his friends, big fat hairy men with long fat cocks and mouths like engines. I hoped there would be many more to come.

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I ran as fast as I could through the open field. It had rained earlier, and the ground had become muddy and slippery. I looked behind me to see that them are still chasing me. Just as I began to be more careful of my stepping, I fell, sliding on the slippery, wet grass. As I began to recollect myself to be back on my run, I heard heavy footsteps stopping next to me. My heart raced even faster.


A strong hand grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me up, making me look up at his grinning face. I dropped my head in defeat.

"Hey hey hey, no need to be so sad..." said Sandy, grabbing my hair and making me look up at him. His friend, Murthi, laughed next to him as I was humiliated on my knees. I struggled to break free, but his grip on my hair, plus now the assistance of his friends holding my arms behind me, made me helpless.


"Now, now, Chandu... no need to be so excited... You had your chance to avoid this..." Sandy said in his sleazy tone as he worked his pants. I shut my eyes tightly. I begged for his mercy on my knees, bellowing, crying.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll do it, I'll fucking do it!" I screamed at the trio. The duo laughed out loud. My arms were let go. Sandy still had a grip on my hair. I looked up to see why he wasn't letting me go. 

"Better your sister sucking my cock than you, right Chandu?" said Sandy, letting go of my hair. I fell back on my butt, humiliated. He tossed me a little bag of powder.

"Call me when it's done, buddy."

Sandy pushed my chest with his foot, tipping me over. They laughed again as they walked away.

I walked home in a daze. They had been chasing me for weeks now. Ever since that day he got a glimpse of Ananya Panday at College, she had become their obsession. Jokes about sleeping with her and talking about my her sexy body. I had been laughing it off, but then I realized it was serious when Sandy asked me to slip date bang drug to my sister so he could have some fun with her.



Ananya had a petite, slim figure as she kept fit with yoga, and she was very attractive. She had long hair which looked great with her body. Her breasts were ample and firm, her waist was always tiny from working out, and she had a small, round butt that looked great on her curvy body.

Now I've given up. I had been chased for weeks, each encounter ranging from a mild-push around to a beat-up, which I could take. But they've gotten worse. I was warned that it would happen, but I didn't think it could. "Either your sister, or you." were his words. Just two days ago, they had me cornered in the shower, telling me I was going to receive it prison style if I couldn't provide Ananya. And today, well, you read what happened.



I opened the door to my house and slipped inside quietly. My sister came out to greet me. She was wearing a tight black long-sleeve and jean shorts, showing off her sexy curves and tan legs. Her shirt ended just below her midriff, showing off her hip bones. I knew why Sandy wanted her so bad. I would too. She was a goddess.

"Hey honey," says my sister, before kissing me on my cheek. I cringed.

"Hey Ananya," I mutter as I throw my wet backpack against the wall.



"What happened?" She said, pointing at my streaked pants.

"I slipped on the grass." I reply. I can't bring myself to look at her.

"You should've been more careful hon, want me to take a look at your knees?"

"No, it's okay Ananya, thanks." I tell her, pushing her away slightly. She looked taken back a bit. I wish I could apologize for what I was about to do. She turned around to go back to the living room. As I looked her walk away, I cringed even more. I wished she didn't dress so sexy.



I was pouring some ice tea for myself when my phone buzzed. The text message read "Have you done it yet?", and it was from Sandy. I sighed, and took out the crushed powder. After a deep sigh and messing my hair in frustration, I poured the contents of the little bag into the ice tea, then stirred it in. I poured myself another glass and went to my sister.

"Hey Ananya, I got a glass of ice tea for you." I told her and set it down on the coffee table. She smiled thank you, and brought it t her lips for a sip. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes, but I watched as she pouted her glossy lips against the cold glass and sipped drugged drink. I sat down next to her and watched the television with her.

Two commercials later, she was asleep on the sofa. I poked her thighs for a bit to stir her, to see if she would wake. I wished that she would wake up. She didn't even budge.



Reluctantly, I texted Sandy.

"It's done."

I guess they were waiting outside. It didn't even take them a minute.

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They barged in through the door. Sandy shouted on top of his lungs, "Ananya!" and laughed out loud. I stood by my passed out sister as they approached.

With no acknowledgment to me, Sandy turned the corner, leaned down to my sister, slid his hand up her smooth legs. He nudged the legs apart and massaged her pussy over the shorts.



"this is top shelf." said Sandy, grinning. His fingers dug beneath my sister's shorts and probed inside. He grabbed the crotch of the shorts and moved it to the side, revealing her pussy.

"Mmmmm... Sexy!" laughed Sandy as his fingertips traced the pussy slit. His darker and dirty hand contrasted against my sister's smooth, soft skin. Sandy pushed his middle finger against the bottom of the slit, and it slowly slid in.

"Can I leave?" I asked Sandy. I couldn't take it anymore.



"Nah buddy, why don't you just sit there, on the floor. You don't want to miss out on this good stuff." He turned his head and grinned at me, his fingers slowly fucking my sister's pussy.

Sandy pulled my sister's legs off of the couch, bending her over on the cushions of the sofa. He then roughly pulled her tight jean shorts along with her panties. Sandy immediately spanked her, leaving a huge red hand mark. I winced.



"How can you keep your hands off of this fine slut?" asked Sandy as he cupped my sister's pussy mound. He squeezed the flesh and slid his thumb inside, then turned his head toward me.

"I'm asking you, Chandu. How do control yourself with this sexy piece of fuckmeat in the house?" This time, louder.

"I... I don't know." I dropped my head in shame.

"Be honest with me buddy, you ever jack off to your sister?" He asked me again. Murthi and Tim laughed out loud.



"No, really. Answer it." He glared at me.

"... Yes..." I wished I could crawl into a hole.

"You pervert!" shouted Sandy, laughing with his friend.

"I bet you wish you were right here... doing this..."

I lifted my head up to see Sandy's thumb disappear again into my sister's exposed pussy. He leaned forward and snaked his tongue around my sister's pink asshole, and then slowly slid it inside.



"Such a nice girl..." Sandy said, still admiring my sister's backside. He licked the pink hole one last time, then unzipped his pants.

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"We already have a deal worked out for fucking your sister, Chandu," said Sandy as he sleazily pulled out his cock. "Murthi is going to fuck your sister's pretty face first. Me, as you see... I'm going to fuck your hot sexy Ananya in her ass. And then we'll mix it up a little... I'll fuck her in her mouth while Murthi's fucking this slut's pussy, who knows."



"And Murthi, excuse me for going in first. After all, it was my idea to begin with." said Sandy with a wink. He turned back to Ananya and grabbed her waist with his large hands. His hand easily stretched over Ananya's round little ass, and his thumbs pulled apart her buttcheeks. Admiring the view, he held open one butt cheek and spat into his hand, then rubbed it around his cock. I dropped my head in shame again.

"Ahhhhh... fuckk..." I heard Sandy moan. The tip of his cock had already disappeared into Ananya's little ass, and rest of the his cock slowly followed in. He pulled his cock out and applied more saliva on his cock, before pushing it back inside. Slowly, but with force, he pushed his cock all the way up Ananya's asshole.



"Chandu, your sister's ass is so tight... And this view is... Well, you know."

I watched as Sandy slowly slid his thick cock in and out of Ananya's ass. It was incredible how such a big cock could go inside of her. Sandy moved his hands up under Ananya's shirt and roughly handled her breasts. With a loud rip, Sandy pulledout Ananya's bra from under her drugged body.



"How do you like me fucking your sister, Chandu?" Sandy asked as he pushed up Ananya's shirt above her tits. He squeezed her nipples, and grinned at me.

I didn't want to admit it, but from another person's point of view, it was rather sexy watching Ananya bent over the couch with her small body being ravaged.

Sandy gripped Ananya's hair and pulled it up, making her face turn sideways. He leaned down and kissed her, gently sucking on her lips. He then slid his tongue inside Ananya's mouth. He licked her lips, then snaked around in her mouth. Not soon after, he was literally licking Ananya's face, slobbering all over her.



"Fuck yeah," Sandy said as he pulled his mouth off of her. He slid his hands under Ananya's body again, gripping her tits tightly. He then lifted her up and threw her on top of the coffee table.

"I'm going to ruin this little ass for life," grunted Sandy as he spanked Ananya left and right. I winced at every slap. They were too loud to not leave a mark on her.

Sandy held open Ananya's buttcheeks again and shoved his cock back inside. He pulled back slightly and shoved harder. I noticed Ananya wincing slightly even though unconscious.



"Go.. go easy on her," I told Sandy. I guess he didn't hear me.

"So fine.." said Sandy as he kissed up Ananya's back. He leaned tightly against Ananya, pressing his cock into her as far as he could. He churned into her slowly, as if he were feeling every square inch of her little ass around his thick cock.

"Fuck... fuck...." grunted Sandy as he began to pound Ananya from behind. His fingers dug deeper into her waist as he sped up, ruthlessly smashing Ananya's petite body with his large frame. It made me worry that Ananya would snap from being fucked so hard. A minute of fucking Ananya's ass as hard as he could, Sandy moaned loudly. His intense face turned into a large grin, as he slowly fucked my sister. He turned his head and gave me a smirk, and looked down at Ananya's ass. A glob of cum dripped from Ananya's asshole as Sandy pulled his cock out.



"Enjoy that show?" said Sandy as he rubbed his cock against Ananya's asshole. He slid back inside easily and fucked her for several more strokes before standing up, leaving my sister bent over the coffee table.

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"My turn now," said Murthi as he walked up to Ananya. Sandy and Murthi did a little fist bump as they walked by each other.

Murthi eagerly walked around the coffee table and lifted my sister's head up by her hair. He looked over at me and gave me the widest grin. He watched my face twitch as he pulled my sister by her hair off of the coffee table to face the couch. Standing in front of the couch, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Murthi then whipped his cock across Ananya's face, then again, then again.

"Look Chandu..." said Murthi as he pointed his cock toward Ananya's mouth. He slid his thumb into the corner of Ananya's lips, pulled her mouth open.

"She's sucking my cock, guys." said Murthi as he slid his cock inside Ananya's mouth. He pushed in far, making the back of her throat bulge.



"Ananya looks so sexy with my cock in her mouth, Chandu." taunted Murthi again.

Murthi sat back down on the couch and pulled my sister closer to her. He wrapped Ananya's long blonde hair around his fist a couple times, and slowly lowered her mouth onto his cock. He pushed her head down, watching his cock slide into Ananya's mouth.

"She's lovely." said Murthi, then held Ananya's head with both hands. He slowly fucked Ananya's mouth while looking down at her face. He steadily increased his speed, sometimes pushing up his hips against the downward motion of her head. His breathing became heavier.



"Hey Sandy, why don't you get behind this little slut and have another go with that little pussy?" Murthi looked over at Sandy, who was enjoying the show.

"Don't mind if I do, bro, I just wanted to give you some alone time with her before I wreck that fine body again." said Murthi. He pushed the coffee table away with his foot and knelt behind Ananya. He held Ananya's hips and propped them up.

"Is this going to be alright?" asked Sandy as his hands roamed over Ananya's tight ass. He gave Ananya a loud spank.



"It's fine with me, bro." said Murthi as he continued to use Ananya's mouth as a fuck sleeve.

"I.. I want to go." I said to Sandy, begging. I didn't want to see them fuck my sister at the same time.

Ignored, again.

Sandy slid his thumb into Ananya's glistening pussy. A bit of his cum from earlier slid down. Thoughtlessly, Murthi shoved his cum into Ananya with his finger.

"Am I shaking her too much?" said Murthi.

"Nope, you're fine." said Sandy, getting his cock ready for my sister.

I watched as Sandy fucked my sister. Sister or not, she was a hot girl getting fucked hard. My cock had been hard, and anymore of watching them would have me cum in my pants.



It looked like Ananya would snap in two any moment. They were going too hard on her.

"Hey Chandu?" said Murthi, breaking my thoughts.

"Look at this, Chandu..." he said with a grin. His cock was all the way down my sister's throat, and he pinched her nose shut.

"Don't do that!" I screamed at him, taking a step forward to show I meant it.

"Mmmmm, her throat is spasming... It's like her throat pussy is squeezing my cock around... I think she might want air?" Murthi said, leaning his body forward, locking her in from involuntarily jerking her head.

"Please, stop! Stop that! You'll kill her!"

To deaf ears, again.

Holding Ananya's head under his chest, Murthi slowly grinded his pelvis. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, his eyes tightly closed. I noticed his legs jerk. He was cumming straight into my sister's throat.

"Let her go, please! You already came!"

"Mmmm, so good," said Murthi, grinding his hips more. He held Ananya tightly as Sandy began to pound Ananya harder, keeping her body in place.



"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck yeah Ananya, take my cum you cumdumpster!" shouted Sandy as he fucked Ananya furiously. He smacked Ananya's ass hard and fast, at least a dozen times.

"Your sister is a SLUT! Chandu, you hear me? YOUR, SISTER, IS A SLUT!" screamed Sandy, pulling his cock out, letting globs of his cum drop to the floor.



"I'm done." I said to them. They were sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Already? You sure you cleaned her good?" said Murthi, not even looking up.

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you have to get your hand in there to clean her pussy and ass?" said Sandy, laughing.

I did, but I didn't reply.

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"Let's go check her out, bro," said Murthi, getting up, "lead the way Chandu."



They followed me upstairs to her bedroom. I had tucked her into bed.

"She naked in there?" said Murthi, nudging me.

"Yup... Her clothes are in the washer still.." I said.

Murthi hopped right in, spooning her. I saw him move around under the sheets. He threw out his boxers.

"I'm fucking your sister, Chandu. Did you want to see?"

"No, I didn't." I replied, turning around to walk out.

"Go watch TV," said Sandy, pushing me out of the room.





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Two whole hours. I listened to the grunting upstairs for two whole hours. I listened as they pounded her into the walls, and into the floor. I heard them high-fiving each other, screaming out loud in adrenaline. I winced at every loud bang, but it didn't stop me from stroking my cock to my sister get fucked so brutally. Finally, they called me again. I reluctantly went back upstairs.

"Chandu." said Murthi, looking at me. His body was covered in sweat. He stood up, tall, with his hard cock hanging proudly over the crumpled body of my sister by his feet. Her hair was messy with some strands stuck together with cum. Her face, her tits, and her ass had cum all over it.

"Yeah.." I said meekly.



"Chandu." said Sandy. I turned to look at him.

"Chandu." said Murthi, grinning.

"What do you guys want?" I screamed. I almost broke out crying. I didn't deserve to be bullied like this.

Sandy stepped behind me, and closed the door.

"Strip down." said Murthi as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Please don't make me fuck her," I begged. I thought it was what they wanted. They would do it, just so they could laugh at me again.

Sandy smacked my head from behind, knocking me over.

"You're a fucking pervert, Chandu. You know that?" said Sandy, disgusted.

I began crying as I stripped down. My imagination ran wild. I didn't want to suck their cocks, I didn't want to get fucked. If they made me choose between me fucking Ananya and myself getting fucked, I would fuck Ananya.

"Put this on," said Murthi, grinning. It was one of Ananya's underwears.

"Oh god, please don't do this, please!" I bawled out, crying loud. If I had to fuck Ananya, I didn't want to seem like I was eager to. At least they wouldn't tell people that at college.

I put on Ananya's panties, my hard cock sticking out the side.

"Now kneel here, we're gonna take a picture. This way, if you ever tell anyone about this, or if you don't care of this good enough, there will be pictures of you, Chandu, in your sister's panties, with your freshly fucked pretty sister." said Sandy with a grin.



Just a little disappointed. They weren't going to make me fuck her.

"Smile, faggot." said Sandy, and clicked his camera.

"Time to get going," said Murthi, putting his boxers back on.

"I guess so, but don't you remember wanting to do one more thing to Ananya?" said Sandy, looking at Murthi.

"Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to piss." replied Murthi, grinning his stupid grin.

They stood over Ananya, with their dicks pointed at her. I moved away from Ananya, and stood up. I watched as they urinated on my used sister. They mostly pissed on her face, then her tits, then her ass.

"More cleaning job for our hero," said Murthi.

"Oh, and Chandu, we'll definitely be back." said Sandy, walking out of the bedroom.

I heard them run down the stairs, laughing. I listened carefully as their belt buckles jittered downstairs.

"WE'LL BE BACK!" shouted one of them

I sighed to myself. How long till Ananya wakes up? Those assholes had pissed all over the carpet, too. I wished they hadn't.

She still looked beautiful after all that fucking. Her wavy hair still fell on her face perfectly, and her lips still glistened pink. I traced up her smooth legs, her little used pussy, her little used ass, her little used mouth, her soft round tits.

"One more cock won't hurt," I tried to convince myself as I got behind her.

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I was jealous of them. I was jealous of how they got to fuck my big sister. I wanted the same. She was more mine than theirs. Why shouldn't I get to have her?

I pounded into her with all I had. I wanted to damage her more than Murthi and Sandy had.



I shut my eyes, feeling every little inch of her tight pussy grasping onto my cock. I moaned, called Ananya names, spanked her little ass, shoved my thumb up her well-used asshole.

It didn't take me long to fill her up.



Then I had another go. This time, in her ass. I was convincing myself in my head that Ananya was indeed a slut, having been double penetrated by her little brother's friends. Only sluts do that, right?

In the midst of my daydream, I missed the signs of her waking up.

"Chandu? What are you doing Chandu, let me go!"

I heard her cry under me, her speech still slurred from the drug.



I dropped back onto my ass. Ashamed, I ran to my room and locked it.

The house was silent for a while, then she went into the shower. I cried by my door, cringing at the thought of what would come next. Eventually, the shower stopped.

"Chandu, open the door."

I opened it for her.

"Did you drug me?"

I nodded, unable to look at her.

"To fuck me?"

I couldn't nod to that one.

With a long sigh, she hugged me.

"It's okay, Chandu, boys can be like that..."

"Chandu, look at me."

"Chandu."

"It's okay what you've done... I'll forgive you."

The guilt wanted me to vomit. But on the other hand, my eyes were glued to her towel-wrapped legs. I wanted to see her pussy again.

"Chandu... Your cock..."

It was hard again.

"Just... finish." She said. Her gentle fingers wrapped around my cock, and massaged it softly.

"Ananya..." I looked up at her.

"It's okay... It's okay..." She whispered to me, stroking my cock.



She dropped the towel, and got on her knees in front of me. She dipped her head, suckling on my balls for a moment, then licked the shaft, then the tip...

All I wanted to think was how I was right for fucking her. I mean, Ananya is obviously a slut. She's sucking my cock right now. She's such a slut.

"I think it's ready..." Ananya whispered, giving me a glimpse of a smile. She laid on the bed. I followed her, kneeling between her legs, folding them and resting them on my shoulders...

"I love you." She said to me.

No you don't, I thought to myself. You're just a slut pulling all the tricks, because you crave to get fucked, even though it's your brother.

I pressed down on her legs, pushing her ankles against her shoulders. I fucked her little cunt with rage. She bucked underneath, begging me to take it slow. I responded with harder thrusts. Her little begs turned into little moans, her hips bucked under me, her slut cunt spasmed around my cock like a slut.



I gave her a final thrust, and shot my cum deep inside her pussy. It felt as if my soul had left my body through my cock. I fell on top of her, gasping for breath.

"I love you, Chandu," said Ananya, softly grazing her fingertips against my naked back.

"I love you too." I said to her, turning my head away.



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When I was eighteen I was shy and quiet. I worked as a waiter and daytime assistant to Nagma  in a large, fancy restaurant . The Nagma  was a woman of about 45, plump, blonde and mean; she was used to getting her own way. Her name was Nagma She was attractive. She usually wore sarees. You could see her Navel. The customers loved her, especially the college boys. She never let the facade slip and the mean bitch show through.




"Oh hello, how are you?" she would wheeedle smarmily to a customer. A few minutes later she would be shouting at me for any excuse she could find.

She had the executive chef wrapped around her little finger. He was an short man in his mid-fifties and ran the kitchen like a military dictator. If you messed up an order, he would likely as not, throw a plate of hot food, or anything else handy, at your head.

Nagma  often demeaned me in front of the chef and other staff. One morning, after I had been working for her for about six months, she shouted at me to follow her to the basement to select the tablecloth colours for the evening's dinner carry up the heavy bags. The basement was a huge network of corridors and rooms underneath the main building. It was a very old building with no lift so everything had to be lugged up and down stairs. Tablecloths were stored in a large bright room with high, deep shelves around the walls. On the way to the basement, she stopped in the kitchen to discuss the menu with the Chef. Smiling chattily with him as usual, she snapped at me:



"Stop dawdling Puppy."

My name is Shyam, not Puppy. When I first started the job, Nagma  said that Shyam was too boring and she was going to call me Puppy. I needed the job so I didn't object. So I ended up with a name tag that said: Puppy. I hated it and she knew it.

I looked aside, angry and embarrassed in front of the kitchen staff. I most certainly want to fuck that fat bitch.



A few minutes later we went downstairs. Nagma  unlocked the door to the tablecloth room. It was always locked. I suppose she thought that staff would try to steal tablecloths for their homes - she was probably right; the tablecloths were high quality, heavyweight cotton.

I followed her into the room. She started pulling individual tablecloths from the bags of twenty. She pulled a large light blue cloth out to check its colour, then laid it on the floor, bent over and laid a smaller grey tablecloth diagonally across the larger one. She was a bitch but she was good at table design. She groaned as she bent over.



"Puppy, get me a maroon tablecloth from that shelf up there."

The shelf she was pointing to was over my head.

"I have to get a ladder, hang on."

"You don't need a ladder, just use a chair."

I went next door to the room where staff ate their meals, grabbed a chair and returned to her shouting:

"Goddammit Puppy, can't you move a bit faster?"

I stood on the chair:

"Sorry, which one do you want now?"

"Weren't you fucking listening? I'm dealing with a moron here."



I gave her a look.

"Puppy, you got no sense of humour. Now move it. Dumb kid."

She pointed at a bag: "Get me one from there."