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Saurav and Ramya went outside of the cabin, and Krishan Kumar and Asin were left alone. Immediately, Krishan Kumar kissed Asin.


Krishan Kumar said, "Our daughter will be taller as she has inherited my gene."


Asin said, "I will make her a model."


Krishan Kumar explained to her how he sucked the milk of Anushka due to overflow.


Asin said, "Then you have to taste my milk also." She removed the lower portion of her blouse, and two big milky breasts sprang out.


Without wasting time, Krishan Kumar put his mouth on her long nipples and suckled. He felt the warm sweet stream of milk going down her throat. He suckled her breasts alternatively. Asin felt a satisfaction to feed him her milk, and closed her eyes. She felt a sensation in her cunt. With fondness and affection, she ran her hand in his hairs, and pressed his head more to her breast as if she was feeding her milk to a little baby.





Krishan Kumar was like a satisfied baby, and left her breasts by the time Saurav and Ramya returned.


Then both Krishan Kumar and Ramya returned to the Apartment.


After some days, Ramya said, "My dear husband, I think, I am pregnant. Can you be tested in a pathological Laboratory?"


By evening, Krishan Kumar obtained the Test Report and it was confirmed that Ramya was pregnant.


Krishan Kumar said, "Ramya, Today, I made a call to your son-in-law, Saurav who informed me that Doctor has extended their stay for another 15 days to take proper care of Asin, Anushka and their babies in the Nursing Home."


Ramya was alarmed, and said, "I cannot stay here for more time. As now I am pregnant, my womb may swell up after some days, and they will get to know, so it is better to return to my place. If I return to my place, nobody will know about my pregnancy, and I will deliver my baby safely there. You may also visit me secretly without knowledge of Asin and Anushka."





Krishan Kumar replied, "You are right, even my leaves of 15 days are also going to be completed tomorrow, and I have to join my duty in the Bank."


Next day, both of them visited Nursing Home.


Krishan Kumar said, "Anushka, my leave is up to tomorrow, and I have to report in Bank day after tomorrow positively."


Ramya also said, "I have stayed here quite a long time and since my son-in-law is there to take care of you now, I think I will return to my place as I have so many pending works to attend to. So, I have decided to return tomorrow morning."


Everybody, Sourav, Anushka, Tapas and Asin agreed to this, and they returned to Apartment. In the night, Krishan Kumar fucked Ramya in a doggy position as he never wanted any pressure on her womb as she was pregnant. Next morning was very painful for both of them at the time of departure.





He kissed her, and said, "Ramya, I love you very much. Everyday put vermilion in your parted hairs, and in your forehead along with colourful saree as you are married now, you are my wife. Take care of yourself along with our baby. Don't worry! I will visit you secretly."


She embraced him and kissed him, Tears rolled down from her eyes, and she headed towards the main gate where the hired Taxi was waiting for her to take her to the Railway station.


In the meantime, after reaching her hometown, Kreethi had several fucks with her husband. After 21 days, she revealed her husband that she was pregnant. Since she broke the happy news to her husband, he walked around with pride on cloud nine. He was very obliged to Krishan Uncle for the medicines he had given to Keerthi. Kreethi was smiling secretly that her husband would never find out in his life whose child she was carrying. Her in-laws were elated with happiness as they were expecting their first grandchild on the way.



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Part-14


Krishan Kumar resumed his duty in the Bank. He was sitting in his cabin, and was flipping through various files and Ledgers for inspection. Everything was as usual and normal except a big finance to a Jewellery shop. He checked the file. During his absence, Rs.10 Lakhs was financed to a jewellery shop 'Mahesh Jewellery & Sons '. All the loan related papers were in order, and scrutinised by his second officer Rakul and his cash officer Santosh. The finance was sanctioned by Rakul during his absence. He found no irregularities in the finance sanctioned.





Since there was a long break of his coming to the Bank, due to courtesy, both Rakul and Santosh entered his cabin and greeted him. He also enquired them about the big finance sanctioned to Jewellery shop, and they confirmed that the customer was genuine, and had submitted all required papers.


Krishan Kumar being in a higher management rank in the Bank always believed in good interpersonal relationships between employer and employee as it motivated employees to work more efficiently.


So, he would often interact with them more freely about their personal lives.


He casually asked, "So Rakul, you married your boyfriend. What is he doing?"


"Sir, now he is unemployed, he is trying for a job, and I hope he would get a job very soon. Now, since I am on job, there is no problem running our household" replied Rakul smilingly.


"Where are you staying?" further he asked.


"Sir, we are staying in a rented Apartment ," replied Rakul.


Then he turned his attention to Santosh, and asked, "What's about you Santosh? It seems, you got married too early, and you are a father of a 5 months girl child.? What about you Santosh"


"Sir, my father died during my childhood. I got this Bank job. My mother was very old and sick, and it was very difficult on my part to take care of her, so my relatives arranged a girl from a rural area who was not much educated, but very innocent looking and of good character. I got married immediately, and became a father very soon. My wife is a housewife. But unfortunately, my mother died last year." Said Santosh.






What Krishan Kumar did not know about Santosh was that he looked so innocent but he was a porn addict. Every night he would watch porn. His wife was a village woman, but Santosh corrupted her innocent mind by making her watch porn movies along with him.


"Now, tell me you both, what are your dreams?" asked Krishan Kumar


"Sir, to have a Flat of our own," replied them in one voice.


"Sir, we both have applied for a Housing Loan from the Bank for this purpose, but nothing has come so far, and we need your kind intervention in this matter," requested Rakul.


"You see, I have already recommended the Housing loan Applications of both of you before our Head Office, and it will take sometimes for sanction of the loan," he said.


He then dismissed them, and concentrated himself to work.


In the evening, he was alone in the Apartment, in his flat. The flats of Anushka and Asin were locked. He went to the park for an evening walk. In the night, he was feeling very restless in his bed. He looked at his empty bed where he missed both Ramya and Keerthi. He masturbated by thinking of both Keerthi and Ramya then only he could sleep peacefully.


Next day morning, before going to the Bank, casually he thought to visit the location of Jewellery shop 'Mahesh Jewellery & Sons' for inspection as a heavy finance was made by the Bank to this shop. He hired a Taxi, and reached the location. The place was the busiest location of Kolkata, and there were around 50 nos of jewellery shops there. He thoroughly searched each and every jewellery shop of that area but could not trace out "Mahesh Jewellery & Sons" He enquired and interacted with more than 10 nos of owners of jewellery shops which were established there for more than 20 years. The owners vehemently denied any knowledge of the existence of any jewellery shop named 'Mahesh Jewellery & Sons' there. This planted a seed of doubt in his mind.


After Krishan Kumar showed them his identity card of being a manager of the Bank, they all agreed to give in writing of this fact. He obtained 15 nos of statements of the owners to this effect, and returned to the Bank by afternoon. He did not say anything to anybody of this fact, and concentrated on his work.


After closing of the Banking hour, when every employee left the Bank, he sat up until 10pm, night.


During these hours, he flipped through every transaction made in Ledger, data mentioned in files during his absence of 15 days, and his strenuous efforts brought fruits, he got the things he wanted. He found the facts (1) An Account was opened in the name of "Mahesh Jewellery & Sons" duly certified by Rakul and Santosh. (2) a total amount of Rs.10 Lakhs was sanctioned with the signature of Rakul and Santosh.(3) An Inspection report of the existence of the shop was signed and verified by Rakul(4) An amount of Rs.5 Lakhs each for two times was transferred from this Jewellery Account to Rakul's personal Account and Santosh's personal Account.(5) Then a total of Rs.10Lakhs from their Accounts(Rs.5 Lakhs each from Accounts of Rakul and Santosh) were transferred to one Account holder named 'New Construction & Co.'


Krishan Kumar kept all these relevant files/documents safely in a locked iron chest in his personal custody, and returned to his flat.


Next day, Krishan Kumar visited the office of 'New Construction & Co.' and found that it was a Builder, a Housing construction company selling flats to individuals. He met, and showed his identity proof to the officials, and apprised them that he had come for some investigation. They confirmed that Rakul and Santosh had transferred an amount of Rs.5.00 Lakhs each to the Firm against purchase of flats from them. He obtained the photocopies of all relevant Money Receipts and Agreements. Then he returned to the Bank.


From his cabin, he glanced towards Rakul and Santosh, his most trusted officers, and was shocked to find that how could they do such a fraud behind their innocent faces. He was well aware of the fact that once the cat was out of the bag means it will be a biggest scandal in his Bank, and his image will be tarnished definitely. He was very angry at that moment, but he remained cool, he had to deal with the matter tactfully. He had to bring back the money from the Bank before anybody smelled a slightest hint of this. He acted in a normal way.


At the end of the closing of Banking hour, he called both of them. Both of them entered smilingly. Krishan Kumar behaved as if he had called them for a chit-chat.


He addressed to both of them, "So, young men, how was the day?"


"Very nice, Sir," they replied.


"You, youths are the future of our country. You can do miracles for the country. But only one thing you people are lacking is patience. I know youths like you are very ambitious but impatient. You people believe in overnight success by any means. Tell me I am wrong, or right?" said Krishan Kumar.


"You are very much right, Sir," both Rakul and Santosh replied in the same voice.


"You see, overnight I have not attained this position in the Bank. Due to my honesty, sincere and hard workings of 30 years in Bank, I have attained this position where I am today. This is not an overnight success. Do you both understand?" asked Krishan Kumar.


"Yes Sir," they agreed in one voice.


"Then my dear Rakul and Santosh, my most trusted officers whom I love very much, tell me what compelled both of you to make a fraud of Rs.10.00 Lakhs from my Bank. I have got all the evidence and proofs. You know, what will I do now? First, I will report the matter to our Head office, and immediately suspend both of you from the job. Secondly, I will report it to security officer, and they will arrest you both under section 420 where the maximum punishment can be awarded for imprisonment for a term of 7 years. Now think of your family, what will happen to them? "said Krishan Kumar in a sarcastic tone.


The atmosphere in his cabin changed suddenly as if a lightning, a thunder struck on them. They were silent, their faces became pale as if blood had drained out from their faces. Rakul got up from the chair very slowly, moved in a weak walk towards him, touched his feet, and suddenly outburst in a sobbing voice, "Sir, I am sorry, extremely sorry! Please forgive me. I assure you and promise that I will never do such types of dishonest acts ever in my life. Please sir, forgive me, please save my job, sir, please don't make me arrested by the security officer, I cannot show my face to anybody," pleaded Rakul, and Krishan Kumar felt his left foot wet with her tears.





Immediately, she was followed by Santosh who touched and grabbed his right foot, and started crying, "Sir, please save me, I will never do this type of thing ever in my life. I came under the influence of Rakul, and was induced by her to participate in such a dishonest work. Sir, save me, think of my wife and infant. What will happen to them if I am imprisoned?"


Krishan Kumar became more angry, "You scoundrels, now you both are shedding crocodile tears before me. Didn't you think about the consequences at the time of committing crime? Now, tell me in details, what prompted both of you to commit such fraud?"


Rakul wiped her tears, and in a slow voice started telling, "We both, myself and Santosh were in need of our own flats. Now flats are being sold like hot cakes. But, we cannot effort due to high price of flats in view of our meagre salaries. The Housing construction company 'New Construction & Co.' offered us two flats at a slight lower price, but we had no money available with us immediately. Although we both have applied for a Housing loan to our Bank, the matter has got delayed already to sanction a loan as you know. The main culprit is my husband, who devised such wicked ideas, and induced us to commit this fraud. During your absence, we opened a forged Account in the name of fake jewellery shop, then transferred Rs.10.00 Lakhs in that Account. From there, we transferred Rs.5.00 Lakh each to our own Account, and paid to Builder. We both were waiting for our Housing loan from Bank so that we could transfer our loan amount to this forged Account gradually in future, and nobody will get a slightest hint of this fraud. We both are extremely sorry for this, and beg your forgiveness."


"The first duty of you both is to bring back the money from the Bank. Tomorrow, you both cancel your sale agreements with the Builder and get the money refunded immediately. I give you maximum time tomorrow afternoon, and by that time be sure that the money should be back to the Account of the Bank. After that only, I will think of further action of mine," warned Krishan Kumar, and left the Bank immediately.


Now Santosh was in deep trouble. He decided that tomorrow he would cancel his sale agreement with the Builder, and immediately get the refunded amount of Rs.5.00 Lakhs, his share of the money swindled by him and Rakul, then he would deposit that amount in fake Jewellery Account which in turn would be reversed to Bank's Account. But he knew Krishan Kumar would not sit silently, definitely he would take some official action against them. Tomorrow, the money would be reversed to Bank so the only option for him to request and plead Krishan Kumar to not frame any charges against him, not to make him arrested by security officer, and not to report to the Head office of Bank otherwise he would lose his job. He knew that being a government servant, he could not afford to have a criminal offence, he would lose his job and his life would be ruined along with that of his wife and child.


He was living in a small house which had one bedroom, hall, kitchen house with his  wife Amala Paul and their five-month-old baby. His wife Amala Paul, was a village girl. She was not very educated. But, it was very pretty - to a point, that almost all the men in the street, used to stare whenever she was outside to buy vegetables in the market. That was because; she was exciting to look at. She was short - just around 5’ 4" in height. she had very long, black & thick hair. She was chubby and had a gorgeous figure of 34B-26-35! Her breasts were round, firm and shapely. As she had just delivered their baby, her breasts had even grown bigger, as they were full of milk! Her buttocks were big, fleshy, firm and absolutely delightful. They had a natural upward swing when she would walk, exciting all the men who would stare at them! Amala Paul had a very beautiful face, lovely big grey eyes and a lovely voice. Her cheeks were plump and her lips were naturally attractive. She always dressed in simple cotton sarees and blouses. Though she would cover her breasts correctly, and tightly with the pallu of her saree, yet, due to their size, and especially as they were full of milk, men could see them protruding and juggling beneath her pallu as she walked. Her breasts drive men crazy! He was proud of her looks. She was his real wealth! Now, he was afraid that he would let her down for his misdeed in the Bank. He was sitting in the dark, and was thinking of all these things.



Amala Paul entered, and said, "What're you doing in the dark? What happened?"


Then she switched on the light, and found that his husband was weeping silently, and tears were rolling down from his eyes. She was a village girl, and could not understand anything, but Santosh explained everything to her, and both wife and husband started weeping after apprehending that some misfortune would befall them. They tried to console each other, and cursed Rakul who had influenced Santosh to do such misdeed.


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Next day by afternoon, the money was returned to the Bank Account. Krishan Kumar was relieved with a sigh. Not a single employee of the Bank was aware of the fraud taking place in the Bank.


It was Saturday, which was the weekend. The Banking hour was half day. Both Rakul and Santosh were working silently in the Bank. Krishan Kumar did not have a word with them nor called them to his cabin. Krishan Kumar looked so grave and serious that they did not dare to look at him or say something to him. Both of them were repenting like anything for their misdeeds, and they had no moral courage to face Krishan Kumar. Although the money was returned to the Bank, both of them were very afraid to lose their jobs, and to be arrested by the security officer. Both of them were apprehending that definitely Krishan Kumar would take some official action against them on Monday.


At the end of the Banking hours at around 1.00 PM since it was a half day of official work, all the employees had left except Santosh and Rakul. They waited for another 2 hours. They were expecting a call from Krishan Kumar, but Krishan Kumar did not respond to them so desperately they left the Bank. Krishan Kumar finished his pending works, and left the Bank around 4.00PM. He reached his Apartment. Now, he was alone in his flat, missing everybody. He went outside and made a call to the Nursing Home, ascertaining the details of Asin and Anushka, and their babies. Sourav, husband of Anushka, intimated him that everything was fine and he need not be worried.


There was a dark cloud in the sky, and the Air was cool. The evening was approaching, and the atmosphere was getting dark. He hurriedly returned to his flat as he was apprehending imminent rain. When he reached his Apartment, it was already evening and dark. suddenly there was a heavy downpour, it was raining.


Then he heard the sound of calling bell, not once, but two and three times. He wondered who could be the visitor at this odd hour of rainy evening when there was heavy rain outside. He came out, and went near the entrance gate. Oh...my God! he was surprised to find Rakul there, totally drenched, drops of water were falling from her body.





He opened the Grill gate immediately, and said, "Come inside, Rakul." and locked the grill gate.


He looked at her. Her wet saree clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve of her gorgeous body, begging to be peeled off.


Her saree, which was completely wet, was almost transparent. Her sari had clung to her in such a way that it was revealing every curvature of her voluptuous buxom body. Her breasts and hips had come to its full prominence. Her pallu slid down from her good-looking attractive breasts.


The blouse she wore was also of light green coloured, and had become completely see-through. The straps of her bra were revealed clearly. Since she had worn a netted bra, the roundness of her plump fleshy breasts was distinct. Her nipples were clearly visible through her wet netted bra, and thin fabric of her blouse that had badly stuck to her breasts. Her pointed nipples were also looking distinctly. The outline of her body had distinctly come to the fore. The roundness of her breasts and hips were looking prominently opulent. The bulge of her breasts was lucid and clear, and their curvature was observable. Her crotch and thighs were also distinctly visible. The roundness of her fleshy heavy hips was visible as her wet saree was clinged to her two buttock cheeks.





Krishan Kumar could not take his eyes off her sexy body. Rakul was aware that he was eyeing her constantly, and she tried to cover her body with the wet saree, and in the process some more of her back and tummy was visible.


"Good evening Sir!" she greeted him. Krishan Kumar also responded to her with a greeting.


"Your visit is most unexpected!" he exclaimed, "My God, Rakul, you really have got drenched yourself, maybe you should get out of this as you are completely wet and you may catch a cold and influenza."


He ushered her, "Rakul, follow me. Let us go inside the room." When they hurriedly walked, there was another flash of thunder and the electricity failed.
They entered his flat. It was completely dark inside.


"Just stand still, let me look for a candle," said he, and after a second, lighted the candle.


Then he said, "Your clothes have also become dirty. Go to the bathroom and take a bath. Take this small towel for drying up your body, and this big one for your change. I will prepare a hot cup of tea for you then we will discuss the purpose of your visit."


Rakul kicked off her sandals at the door itself, and quietly walked to the bathroom. Due to the power cut, it was dark in the bathroom, but flickering of candle light was coming to the bathroom from the room where Krishan Kumar was there. Due to the flickering candle light, inside of the bathroom was slightly visible, so Rakul let the door of the bathroom half opened, and she stripped in the bathroom herself. As she was about to open the shower, and take a bath, Krishan Kumar had a glimpse of her stark-naked body. Ohhhh God! she was a goddess of sex. He could see her silhouetted naked body, with rounded erect boobs, thin waist, fleshy thighs with wider buttocks. Her long hair falling on her back side up to her waist. Ohhh...what's a scene!





His dick gradually grew into a big size, and became harder under his lungi. This recently married young woman was her obsession always as he was infatuated with her, but everything got shattered when she was married. He always wanted to fuck her, and he developed of a jealousy towards her husband who was fucking her now, his rival.


Then again Krishan Kumar's mind turned into hatred against Rakul who had initiated a fraud in his Bank, tried to tarnish his image. But he calmed down as now she was his guest, she had come to his house for some purpose.


By this time, Rakul had opened the shower, and started taking a bath. Krishan Kumar watched her bathing in her naked body, again he felt erotic towards her, and went near the door to peep her. Although nudity was not new to her but being fully naked in Krishan Kumar's house was unusual, and she was feeling thrilled. She had small darkish nipples and beautiful breasts that were as fair as Rakul's complexion, and the nipples were in magnificent contrast to her fair skin. Due to coolness they had become erect, and immediately, he got an erection. When she had finished, she closed the shower knob, and looked around for the small towel, and dried herself. She wrapped the big towel around her body which covered her body from boobs up to above of the knee only.



Rakul emerged from the bathroom with her wet clothes. She looked like a model, a sensuous beauty, and the thick patches of hairs under her armpits added to her body more sexy. Krishan Kumar was stunned to see her.


She asked Krishan Kumar, "Sir, where to dry up my wet clothes?"


Krishan Kumar said, "You need not worry about this. I am taking care of this. In the meantime, take this hot cup of tea" He handed over her the cup of tea.


He picked up her wet saree, petticoat, bra and panty, and went towards Balcony, there was a long string hanging there. First, he sniffed her wet panty and bra which had an aroma of the body smell of Rakul, he sniffed those for some seconds, inhaled the aroma then hung all her wet clothes on the string.


Krishan Kumar was standing in the middle of the room. Rakul moved noiselessly towards him, but the tinkle of her anklets announced her arrival to him.


Krishan Kumar turned around and said "Well, Rakul, now tell me your purpose of visit to me."


She came nearer to him with her downcast eyes. She was standing beside him. Krishan Kumar looked at her. She looked very sad and repented.


She said in a soft voice, "Sir, today, the whole day I was waiting for you to call me at the Bank. I did not come forward to meet you in your cabin as I was scared that perhaps you will be angry with me. Sir, last night, I did not sleep well, repenting myself, I am cursing my husband for bringing such ill fate for me, and now I hate him. Sir, my life and career are at your hand. Please don't take any official action against me. I promise you that I will never do any such type of action in future, and I will maintain my honesty and loyalty to the Bank forever. That is the reason, I came personally to you for your kindness and forgiveness." She bent down and touched his feet, and started sobbing. Krishan Kumar felt her hot tears falling on his feet.


His heart was melted for this woman, Afterall he had a strong weakness towards beautiful ladies.


"OK, Rakul, I know that you are not the real culprit. Your husband is the real culprit. I forgive you. Don't worry! I will not report this matter to the Head Office nor to security officer. Now get relaxed. Please, don't weep," saying this he put his two hands under the armpits of Rakul, and tried to lift her up.


In the process of her bending down and lifting up, the towel around her body slipped off. God must be pleased with Krishan Kumar, there behold was a beautiful warm, sexy naked body of his dream woman that was so inviting. Her boobs were wonderful with strong curves.





Her nipples were upright and worth sucking and sucking. It was an embarrassing situation, he quickly bent down, and grabbed the towel to give it to her. But instead of handing over the towel to her, he was silent, and kept staring at her wonderfully carved nude body. By this time, he could feel his cock rising, and within a second turned into a big hard boulder, forcing itself to come out from the parted portion of the lungi. It was throbbing up and down.

to be continued........

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#Sonal 

Sonal  took her time dressing for the party. She wanted to look sexy and provocative. Her braless tits and hard nipples poked shamelessly through the tight red cotton top cut above her pierced belly button. A tiny black skirt barely covered her ass cheeks. The eye shadow was heavy and the lipstick bright red.





Sonal  stood in front of the mirror and smiled. The girl staring back at her had that "fuck me" look she wanted to achieve. Not that Sonal  was planning on getting fucked. She wasn't that kind of a girl. She just wanted to make Ram Mani regret having dumped her for Rakul. 


Sonal  had been especially hurt because Ram was only the third guy that she had ever let fuck her. She was just getting over a long term relationship when her best friend introduced her to Ram. He seemed like a really nice guy. She foolishly let him fuck her on their third date. The next day he dumped her for that slut Rakul.


Getha had come up with the idea for making Ram pay by having Sonal  dress provocatively for the party. Sonal  was nervous about doing it, but was determined to pull it off. If it was a slut he wanted then so be it. She was planning to flaunt her body and flirt shamelessly. Sonal  was going to put on a show that would make Rakul look like a nun.


Sonal  was a little self-conscious when she saw the look the taxi driver gave her. Acting like a slut was not in her comfort zone. She smiled and gave the driver the address. When he pulled up in front of the house Sonal  was surprised that there weren't more cars. It was late enough for the party to be in full swing. She didn't really know the people throwing it. They were friends of Getha's.


Sonal  decided to call Getha to confirm the address. She searched through her purse and found that she had left her cell phone at home. The cab driver was getting impatient. Sonal  paid him and stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the house. She couldn't hear any music. Something wasn't right.





Sonal  looked at the address on the slip of paper Getha had given her and confirmed that she was in the right place. She cautiously approached the front door and knocked. A good looking hunk in his mid twenties wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt opened the door. He was big and powerful like a football player. His blue eyes scanned her outfit.


"Can I help you, Miss?"


"Um... I'm here for the party. There is a party, right? Getha invited me."


He gave her a strange look.


"Oh yes... the party. Well, Getha is not here yet, and you are a little early, but you are welcome to come inside and wait. I'm Sunny."


She introduced herself and entered. They walked into the front room. There were four other guys, all well built, sitting on couches and chairs . None of them seemed dressed for a party, and no one else was there, but he did say they were coming didn't he? Sunny introduced her.


"This is John, Raj, Bunny and Jai. Guys, this is Sonal . She is here for the party. Getha invited her. Look why don't you take a seat while I get you something to drink. I'm sure the others will be by soon."





Bunny and Jai made a space for her between them on the couch. She hesitated. Something wasn't right. She pulled down on the hem of the skirt, but it still rode most of the way up her thighs. Her nipples were poking shamelessly from her top. Sonal  could feel all four sets of eyes undressing her. She was getting nervous and hoped the others would show soon.


Sunny fixed her a drink. It tasted sweet and fruity. He turned off the television and put on some soft music. Out of nervousness she drank quickly. Sunny refilled her glass. She drank that as well. All of a sudden she got dizzy. Her head was spinning. Everything in the room became a blur.


A hand touched her thigh and slid up her leg. Another cupped her breast and squeezed the soft flesh through her top. The hand on her thigh slid under her skirt until she could feel his fingers brush against the crotch of her panties. She pressed her thighs together trapping the hand between her legs.


"Wha... what are you doing," Sonal  said groggily.






Sunny, who was behind her, tilted her head back. He leaned over and kissed her. His tongue probed into her mouth. Sonal  knew this was all wrong and that she should stop it, but it was like she was dreaming and powerless to do anything. Besides, she was the one that had dressed up like a slut. Wasn't she just getting what she had asked for?


Her top was pushed up over her tits. Two hands squeezed her naked flesh. The hand wedged between her legs cupped her pussy. His fingers pushed against her panties and rubbed her slit. Without really thinking Sonal  opened her thighs. It was like her body was responding to his touch on its own. Something deep inside wanted this.


The crotch of her panties was pulled aside. A finger slid along her gash which was already slimy with excitement. She felt it slide into her steamy passage. Sonal  spread her legs even further. She moaned when a second finger was pushed into her body. She felt a rush of pleasure surge through her loins. A distant voice echoed in her ear.


"What a fucking slut. Look how much she loves it."





Sonal  kept trying to focus her mind to stop this madness but it was impossible. Her body was on fire in response to the way it was being touched. She did want more. She found herself squirming against the fingers in her pussy and moaning into Sunny's mouth. Both of her nipples were being pinched and squeezed.

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Someone pulled down her panties. Sonal 's legs were lifted in the air and spread apart. A tongue parted her folds. A pair of lips covered her swollen mound. She broke the kiss with Sunny to see what was happening. Jai's face was buried between her legs. She gasped when his tongue pushed into her opening.





Sonal 's head was still in a fog. She looked around and saw Bunny and Raj standing naked on the couch with their hard cocks waving in her face. Bunny leaned forward and brushed his swollen knob against her cheek. Sonal  turned her head and saw the veins bulging from the hard flesh only inches from her lips. He grabbed her head and pushed his cock into her mouth.


Bunny fucked her face with hard deep strokes. Sonal  gagged each time he slammed it against the opening of her throat but he had a firm grip on her head so she couldn't pull away. He went faster and faster until spit was drooling from her lips. She gasped for air when he finally pulled out. Seconds later Raj turned her head and shoved his cock into her mouth.





Jai pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy while he munched on her clit. Sonal  could feel pressure building in her belly. She humped his face and moaned around Raj's cock in her mouth. She was going to cum, something she usually did only with great difficulty. Her body was already shaking as the pressure continued to build.


Her pussy exploded. Jai clamped his lips around her mound and drank the juices flowing from her gash. Her screams were choked out by the cock stuffed deep in her mouth. Spit flowed from her lips and chin drenching the cotton top stretched up above her tits. Sonal  was still shaking when Jai pulled his mouth from her pussy.


Raj finally pulled out and slapped his cock across her face. Sonal  coughed and gagged trying to catch her breath. Bunny climbed off the couch and stepped between her legs. He lifted her knees into the air and guided the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He found her opening and plunged. His hard meat speared deep into her belly. Sonal  threw her head back and gasped.





Jai climbed onto the couch where Bunny had been standing and rammed his hard cock between her lips. Bunny continued to pummel her pussy. She could feel his hard cock drive deep into her belly on each powerful thrust. Everything around her was spinning out of control. Sonal  struggled for air. She could feel the pressure of another orgasm building in her belly. She was helpless to stop it.


The explosion rocked her like an earthquake. Sonal  felt every ounce of energy rush to her pussy. Her body tensed. Her fingers dug into the flesh of Bunny's arm. Jai's cock fell from her mouth. She jerked and bucked against Bunny trying to drive him deeper. A scream pierced the air and then another. Her pussy clenched in a series of spasms around Bunny's thrusting member.





Sonal  was trying to catch her breath when Bunny pulled out. He rolled her limp body over until she was on her knees with her elbows propped on the back of the couch. Raj moved behind and slid his throbbing cock between her ass cheeks. She gasped when it plunged deep into her belly.


Bunny moved around the couch and shoved his dripping cock between her lips. The pungent taste of pussy filled her mouth. Ray slammed her body forward with each powerful thrust of his cock driving her mouth down the length of Bunny's shaft which stabbed at her throat. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face hard and fast.





Sonal  was having difficulty keeping up with the two cocks pounding her body. She gagged and choked on Bunny's hard cock as it tried to pry open her throat. Spit drooled in strands from her lips and chin. Raj's cock plunged deep into her belly again and again. Juices streamed down the insides of her thighs. His balls slapped wetly against her clit each time he drove into her.

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Sonal  could feel her world spinning out of control. The pressure in her belly was building to another orgasm. Her pussy clenched and twitched against Ray's thrusting cock. She felt Brian swell between her lips. He grunted and thrust hard. She choked on the stream of hot cum that splashed against her throat. It came shooting out of her nose.



No one had ever cum in her mouth before, but Sonal  really didn't have time to think about that. Spurt after spurt of thick cum drooled out from her lips. Raj continued to pound into her gushing pussy. He thrust deep and grunted. Sonal  could feel the warmth from his cum spread through her belly. Her whole body tensed. Another explosion ripped through her gut.





Bunny's cock fell from her lips. A flood of cum dripped from her mouth and ran down her chin. Raj pulled out of her pussy. She could feel his seed running down her thighs. Jai moved behind her and plunged his hard meat into her cum-filled chamber. Jai stepped in front of her and rammed his throbbing cock between her lips. They found a rhythm and slammed relentlessly into her two orifices.


Jai grabbed her head and thrust his cock deep. Sonal  felt her throat being pried open by his long cock. She gagged and choked but he didn't let up. She struggled to get away but he held her tight. His cock pushed into her throat. She had no choice but to find a way to accommodate him. She relaxed and felt her urge to gag slowly dissipate. He pushed deeper. His pubes tickled her lips.



Jai pounded her pussy hard and deep driving his cock up against her cervix on each powerful thrust. The cock down her throat finally pulled out. A huge gush of spit fell from her mouth as she gasped for air. The cock in her pussy slammed into her so hard she could feel her body being jerked forward on each thrust. Another orgasm was rapidly building in her belly.


Her body was trembling when something warm splashed against her cheek. Jai aimed his cock at her face and sprayed spurt after spurt of thick cum across her forehead, up the side of her nose, over her lips and into her hair. Seconds later the cock in her pussy swelled. Sonal  screamed. More cum filled her pussy until it was streaming down her thighs.





Sonal  collapsed onto the couch still shaking. Cum was dripping down her face and dripping from her chin. More oozed out from her pussy onto the cushion. Sonal  slowly opened her eyes. Everything was still out of focus. She looked around the room. There were four naked men standing in front of her. Did she really just have sex with them or was she dreaming? She was so confused


Sunny sat next to her and wiped the mess from her face. He lifted a glass to her lips. She swallowed the sweet liquid that filled her mouth. Sonal  felt like she was floating. She could see a girl that looked like her sitting naked on the couch with a skirt bunched around her waist. Had someone kidnapped her body?





Sunny pulled down his shorts. He put his hand on the back of her neck and pushed her head down towards his lap. Sonal  gasped at the size of the monster dbangd across his thigh. It was huge and wasn't even hard. It had to be a dream, she thought. No one could really be that big.


He pushed her face lower. Her lips brushed against his warm flesh. Sonal  put out her tongue to see if it was real. It twitched and grew even bigger. She curled her fingers around it. It certainly felt real. So did the desire that throbbed in her loins and pulsed through her nipples. Her body had never felt so alive. She no longer cared whether or not she was dreaming.


Sonal  slid her mouth up the vein-streaked shaft. She swirled her tongue across the mushroom-shaped tip lifting the oversized knob to her mouth and stretching her lips around it. She felt him grow even bigger. He pushed deeper. When his knob pressed against her throat more than half his length was still exposed.


Sonal  tried her best to pleasure him with her mouth but it was a hopeless task. He was too big and her mouth was too small. Even her fingers were no longer able to encircle his girth. She concentrated her efforts on his knob sucking it in and out of her mouth while she swirled her tongue across the tight skin. Her hand pumped up and down his shaft.





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Sunny grabbed her head and fucked his cock up into her mouth. His swollen knob slammed against her throat. Sonal  choked and gagged trying to keep up with his thrusts. Spit poured from her lips. It drooled down the length of his shaft and over her fingers. She tried to take him deeper but he was just too big.


Sonal  felt someone slip two fingers into her dripping pussy from behind. Sonal  squirmed against them. Her moans were muffled by the huge cock stuffed in her mouth. A third finger was pushed into her overheated flesh. Ripples of pleasure pounded in her loins. Her pussy twitched in a series of spasms.

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Sunny rammed his cock into her mouth faster and faster. Spit flew from her lips and splattered across his thighs. He slammed her head down against him each time he thrust up into her mouth. Sonal  felt his knob punching into her throat. She desperately needed air and struggled to break free but Sunny wouldn't let go of his tight grip on her head.





The fingers in her pussy were pulled out. One of them slid between her cheeks and pressed against her tight sphincter. Sonal  winced when she felt it twist into her body. This was a new sensation. No one had ever touched her back there. The pressure was almost unbearable but there was nothing she could do to counter it with Sunny's cock still slamming against her throat.


The finger in her asshole went deeper and deeper twisting and turning inside her until it was buried to the knuckle. Sonal  gagged and choked on the cock in her mouth as she struggled for air. The pounding in her head was so intense that she thought she might lose consciousness.


A second finger was shoved into her asshole. Her body stiffened. Her sphincter clenched as Sonal  tried to fight the unbearable pressure throbbing inside her bowels. The two fingers dug inside her dark passage stretching it wider as they plunged in and out of her body. Sonal  tried to relax but it was impossible. She was quickly fading into darkness.


Before the world went black Sunny pulled her up by the hair. She coughed and choked struggling for air. A flood of spit poured from her mouth and over his cock. She was vaguely aware of the fingers being pulled from her asshole. Something big and hard and round pressed against her sphincter.


Sonal  was trying to catch her breath when Sunny slammed her mouth back down on his cock. He forced his knob into her throat. She forgot all about the pressure against her asshole and concentrated on the cock that was choking her. She pushed her tongue down the underside of his shaft and tried to relax. Despite his size he finally slid past her gag reflex and into her throat.





Sonal  slid her mouth down his shaft working him deeper and deeper until she felt his pubes against her lips. Moments later Bunny pushed the knob of his lubricated cock through her sphincter and into her asshole. Sonal  winced from the unbearable pressure in her bowels.


Bunny pushed his cock deeper. Sonal  wanted to scream and struggled to pull free. Sunny held her head firmly in place with his huge shaft buried deep in her throat. Tears streamed down her face. Brian's cock continued to plow deeper and deeper into her dark passage. Sonal  thought he was going to rip her apart. He shoved the last inch into her quivering body.


Sonal  thought she was going to pass out. She tried to breathe through her nose but couldn't get enough air. Brian held his cock deep inside her throbbing asshole. The intense pain slowly subsided as she adjusted to his size. Sonal  felt her body relax. Bunny slowly moved inside her. The pressure was still intense but not painful like before.





Sunny finally pulled her mouth off his cock. She took several deep gulps of air before he rammed his cock back into her throat. Bunny fucked her asshole faster and deeper. The pressure in her bowels slowly morphed into a pleasurable throbbing. It felt good. So did the cock in her throat.


There was something so dirty and nasty about what she was doing. Her pussy pulsed with excitement from having a cock down her throat and another up her ass. Sonal  slid a hand between her legs and found her clit. The throbbing in her loins continued to grow. The pressure in her belly became intense.


Sonal  wanted more. She moved her ass against Bunny's thrusting cock trying to drive him deeper. Her mouth bobbed up and down Sunny's shaft. It punched into her throat again and again. She felt Bunny drive deep into her asshole and grunt. Hot cum pulsed from his cock and filled her bowels.


Her orgasm hit like a thunderbolt. She jerked and twisted in a series of convulsions. Sonal  plunged two fingers into her pussy. Another orgasm ripped through her body. She lifted her drooling lips from Sunny's cock to catch her breath and gasped when another spasm gripped her insides. Bunny pulled his spent cock out of her sphincter. Cum oozed out of her asshole and down her thighs.


"Let's see if we can fit this big cock into your tight fuck-hole," Sunny said pulling her into his lap.


Sonal  swung her leg over his muscular thighs and perched her pussy just above his throbbing meat. He guided it between the pink folds hanging out from the gash splitting her swollen mound. She felt his enormous knob press against her opening and stretch her as he pushed inside. She pushed back and felt him go deeper and deeper stretching the walls of her cunt.


"Oh... oh god... aaaahhhhhhhhhh..."


Before he reached bottom Sonal  had another orgasm. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She lifted up and slammed down hard against him. His cock plunged deep into her pussy. She felt it bounce off her cervix. She screamed as another orgasm tore through her body. Filth spilled from her mouth as she transformed into someone she didn't know.





"Fuck me... harder...shove you big cock up my cunt... yes... do it... fuck me..."


She lifted up and slammed down on his length again and again. Her cries of pleasure shook the walls as one orgasm after another ripped through her body. Sonal  was trying to catch her breath when someone moved behind her and pressed his cock against her asshole. She looked back at the intruder. It was Jai.


"What... no... it's too much... they both won't..."


Before she could finish Jai rammed his cock up her ass. She tensed thinking that he would rip her apart. The pressure was almost unbearable with Sunny's cock still buried deep in her pussy. Sunny began to move in rhythm with Jai. Sonal  was surprised at how quickly she adjusted to the two cocks stuffed in her body. She screamed as another explosion shook her world.
Sonal  was still gasping and screaming when John grunted and filled her bowels with cum. He pulled out. Raj's thick cock quickly filled her empty asshole. Sunny's hard monster continued to pound her pussy while her ass was getting fucked. Sonal 's screams were out of control as one orgasm after another sent her to places she had never been.





Jai stood on the couch and slid his hard cock between her lips. Sonal  eagerly sucked it into her mouth, but had a hard time holding it there between her moans of pleasure. She now had three cocks in her body at the same time. She loved it. Sonal  had become a slut. She couldn't get enough cock.


Ray thrust deep into her bowels and grunted. Sonal  tensed from the pleasure of another huge load of cum filling her asshole. Her pussy clenched around Sunny's huge cock. The ensuing orgasm sent her spinning into another dimension. She was barely conscious when Sunny pushed her off his cock.


"Let's see if this will fit up your ass," he told her. "Stand up and turn around."

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Sonal  stood on wobbly legs and turned around. She straddled Sunny's thighs with her back to him. She felt his huge monster slide between her cheeks and press against her well fucked asshole. The huge knob slowly forced her sphincter to open as more pressure was applied. She tried to pull away but his grip on her was too tight. Suddenly he was inside her. She had never felt so much pressure.


"Just relax babe. I'll let you do all the work."


She pushed down against him and felt his cock go deeper. She pulled back and pushed some more. Eventually she was able to get his entire cock up her ass. Although the pressure was intense, it did not hurt. Soon she was riding his cock and slamming down hard against him driving him deep into her bowels. Jai stepped in front of her and pushed back her legs.



This time she didn't mind taking two cocks at the same time. Sonal  helped guide him to her pussy. Jai and Sunny hammered her in both holes finding a rhythm that had her screaming and shaking from the pleasure surging through her body. She was about to pass out from too many orgasms when Sunny's cock swelled inside her asshole. At the same time Jai grunted.


Jets of hot cum exploded into her pussy and ass at the same time. she went into orbit. Sonal  went spinning into another dimension. Her body bucked and jerked in a series of violent spasms. Her fingers dug into Jai's chest. A piercing scream reverberated through the house. Everything went black as she drifted off into another world.





When Sonal  opened her eyes she was fully dressed and lying on a couch. Sunny was sitting in a nearby chair. No one else was there. She looked at him with a confused expression and rubbed her head which was throbbing.


"Wasn't there supposed to be a party here tonight? This is 25B River Road?"


"Yeah, 25B East River Road."


She reached into her purse and pulled out a scrap of paper. She shook her head.


"Ohmygod. I was supposed to go to 25B West River Rd. Shit. What happened anyway?"





"I should ask you the same thing. You showed up here looking for a party. I offered you a drink and then you passed out on the couch. I guess you're not used to drinking."


She sat up trying to clear her head. Everything was a little foggy. Bits and pieces were slowly coming back.


"But there weren't others here. And didn't we..."


Her words trailed off as she remembered what had happened. Sunny shrugged.


"Yeah, my roommate and some friends were here watching the game, but they left a while ago. And didn't we?"





"Um... I thought we... are you saying that nothing else happened... that I dreamed we... um... you know..."


Sunny spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.


"Some people think that our lives are really just part of a dream and that nothing is actually real, but who knows."


She could still feel her asshole throbbing. No dream could do that. Sonal  knew that she should be upset but she wasn't. Her body had enjoyed every minute of the experience. She wasn't the same girl she had been when she arrived. Every nerve ending was still tingling with excitement. She had crossed a line and there was no going back. She didn't want to go back.


"You may be right. Do you think that if I came by next week and knocked on the door looking for a party that I might have the same dream?"


"I can almost guarantee it, Sonal ."







She smiled and stood. She had a party to attend. The night was still young and who knew what might happen before the sun came up in the morning.


"I better get going. Could you drive me over to the party? I'm sure it's in full swing by now. You're invited. It might get interesting."


"I'm sure it will. Let's go."


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Manjari said, "Did you make the kids their breakfast? "


I replied, "Yes, darling."


Manjari said, "Take notes at the Parent-teacher meeting today; I want to know why Cherry is failing in Maths?"


"Don't worry," I said as I kissed her soft, cold cheek at the door. "You look beautiful, enjoy work today. I love you."


Manjari turned as she hurried out the door, "OK, well, I'll see you later."





As the door shut, I took a deep breath. Something was up with Manjari of late. She has never been this distant with me; she didn't even say I love you. Anyway, why worry about nothing. She's probably stressed out at work. Manjari is a doctor in one of the best medical practices in all of Seattle. She takes home 300k a year.


I met Manjari while in College, she was the year below me. I was a dumb jock, and I had always gone for the dancer. She was brunette and wore glasses, which made her deceptively beautiful. She just exudes elegance and class. Guys didn't chase her because she didn't give off the slut vibe at all. Manjari was conservative, a daughter to a Mayor . She didn't necessarily want to wait for marriage before sex, but she wanted to know it was for real, that we would be together forever before I could take her virginity.


While she didn't dress slutty like the other girls, she had the cutest body of them all. Manjari was medium height, but she still had long legs. She did squats at valley-ball practice, and I used to joke that this was the cause of her perfect little ass. It was true, though; it was so pert, full, and cute. She had a flat tummy and perky small breasts too. When naked, she was stunning.





After College, things didn't go too great for me. My knee injury flared up so I couldn't go pro. My undergrad was also in business administration. It soon turned out that being a data analyst on 25k per year was the best available salary. 25k is fine, but when your wife earns 300k, it's a little embarrassing.


After my knee injury and my marriage to Manjari, I must admit that I let myself go a little too. I had two boys now, though, eight and six, so I was entitled to a Dad . Manjari kept herself in perfect condition. She only ate sushi and raw foods; her ass was perky as it was in our college days.


I lost my job due to budget cuts. It was pretty demeaning. I was waking up to make breakfast for my wife so she can go out to work. I took care of all the cleaning and cooking. This arrangement went on for six months, and I must admit, I probably got too comfortable.


Then one moment, my world changed. We're having dinner, and Manjari said, "Raju, I'm leaving you."





I replied calmly, not knowing the true meaning of her words, "I know, the doctor's convention is at 9 pm right. I'll drop you there this evening and pick up when you finish."


Manjari replied, "No, Raju, I am leaving you for good. I've thought this through. I don't love you anymore.


"Raju, listen to me. I don't want to improve you anymore, make you better. I've gone past caring.


I pleaded, "Manjari, please, don't say these things."


Manjari shook her head, "Raju, I want a divorce, and I want you out of my home by the end of the weekend.


I said, "But what about our kids. They need their Dad to live here."


Manjari replied, "Raju, lots of Dads, get to see their kids on Saturdays. My divorce papers are with a private courier, and they'll be with you on Monday. I think my lawyer put in something about custody, but if not, we'll sort something out."


I fell to my knees, "Manjari. This cannot be happening; please reconsider."


Manjari, in a cold tone, said, "Raju, my ride's here. I'll be back Sunday night, and I understand it will take a few days to sort things out, but I want you out by next Friday.





Out of desperation, I proposed a plan, "Manjari, maybe this is just a mid-life crisis. Maybe it's not. Either way, I think it would be best if I stay here and look after the kids. I don't have a job to go to, and you'd have to employ a nanny who may not care as much as I would."


Manjari pierced her lips, "Hmm, OK, I'll consider it. But Raju, you must understand, we are completely over. I'd be giving you a monthly salary, and we wouldn't interact that much, if at all."


I said, "I understand. I know that you need your space."


Manjari said, "OK, well, your first job can be to clean out the basement. That can be your new room."


I gulped at the realization of what was happening. "Um, OK, sure that's no problem." I figured Manjari would come around. I just needed to stay on the scene. I knew I could eventually make things right.


Weeks passed, and I couldn't believe the reality of my new role. All my housework is complete, and I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Manjari was at some celebratory company dinner. I heard a noise upstairs, Manjari must be back, I thought. However, this was different—the sound of talking continued. I wondered, "was she on the phone, what was going on?" I ran upstairs, and there's Manjari with a man in a tuxedo. "Is he the chauffeur?" Manjari looked embarrassed, "Raju, meet Gani, he's a surgeon and the managing partner of our practice."





This tall, handsome, WASP stereotype interjected: "Hey Raju, how are you."


Manjari smirked. "Oh, how rude of me. Gani, meet Raju, he is em... Raju is my nanny".


Gani, looking perplexed, "Nanny!"

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I heard of this guy before. He was Manjari's boss, and he owned the whole damn consortium. I piped up, "Manjari, why is this guy here, and when is he leaving."


"Gani and I are not only colleagues, but we're also friends," said Manjari in an assertive tone.


I refrained from saying much more as I knew it was futile. "Oh, OK," I said in a civil tone. Gani looked at the ground, trying to pretend he was embarrassed for me. In reality, he was enjoying every moment.


Manjari remarked, "Raju, it's 1.30 am, and you have to get the boys ready for college in the morning. Gani and I are just going to have a glass of wine. I think you should get some sleep."


"Yeah," I said sheepishly. I wanted to turn to dust at that moment. I forcefully lifted my knee in an attempt to walk away, fearful I may not be able to move.





I stayed up all night, peeking out of the barred window, which raised one inch above the ground. Gani's green Mercedes was parked outside. Knowing Manjari, they haven't had sex yet. After all, she made me wait a year. If there was no sex, there's no loss. Manjari and I could still get back together. "Yes, Yes, Yes," I screamed while covering my mouth. The Mercedes was pulling out, and I could not contain my joy. She was still mine.


It was Saturday, the boy's game day. I had not seen Gani in two weeks. I doubt if he was even still on the scene. Manjari and I had also been getting on much better. Last night was the breakthrough, though. When the kids went to bed, we stayed up watching friends reruns. It was just like the old days. I came down the stairs, all excited and high on life. I knew I'd get another chance. I could feel it.


As I skipped down the stairs, I came to an abrupt, sudden stop. Gani was seated at the breakfast bar with a pretentious yellow jumper dbangd over his shoulders. I felt so physically sick. I didn't even acknowledge them. I ran out the door and jumped in the car, fiercely speeding out the gates. 



Driving back, I was thinking, "how can I get the straps without them seeing me." I knew the straps were in our wardrobe in my old room. I thought, "that's perfect. It's 2 pm in the day so nobody will be upstairs. I'll just go in the back door and run up without anyone noticing me. Yeah, that'll work."


I opened the door real slow and tip-toed up the stairs. Thankfully, I had the key to my old room. I shuffled the keys, nervous that they'd hear me.


I turned the key and opened the door slowly. I looked down as the heavy hardwood door opened. I was hit by an intense musky smell and unmistakable rampant sexual energy. I could see the long hair of a woman gyrating back and forth. Her movements correlated with her pants and subtle screams.


I merged into a trance-like state and moved forward. Her soft, pert ass cheek was riding in a consistent motion, sporadically shaking with intensity. Above her buttox, her hair was galloping like a preened, royal pony against her lower back. I moved my gaze further left, only to ascertain that her perky breasts were bouncing in a stable, rhythmic form.





My mouth open, I thought, "Who is this beautiful angel?" This majestic creature turned in my direction. Her eyes were rolling with such pleasure, that she failed to assert who I was in that instant. I came to reality quicker and thought to myself, "It's my Manjari, my beautiful Manjari."


Manjari screamed, bursting my bubble of bliss, "Raju, get the hell out. You shouldn't be here."


For those few fleeting seconds, I was in a state of euphoria because I was witness to true female beauty. However, the cruel realities were beginning to emerge.


I took my fixed gaze away from this beautiful woman and looked right. It was Gani, his strong glutes clenched together, continually flexing and pulsating with aggression. This animal was penetrating, my angel, my Manjari. He was taking her from behind as if she was a one-night stand, a slut. He had no respect for the beauty and elegance before him; he was fucking her as if she was a cocktail waitress in Vegas.


Manjari looked left, "No, Raju, get out. Please, you shouldn't be here." Her words came out broken, each one divided by her panting as this pig continued to ravage her.





Still, in a mindless trance, I heard another voice. Gani in a pompous tone, "Raju, get out now. Can't you see we're busy." I stood there shocked, my feet froze to the ground. My mouth open, just trying to piece together all these images and their implications.


"OK then, stand there. You won't ruin my fun," said Gani as he put Manjari's hair into a ponytail, pulling her tail towards him while simultaneously raising her butt and arching her back. Once in position, he increased both the tempo and precision of his penetration.


In the momentary gaps between his penis entering and exiting her, Manjari spoke as fast as she could before being interrupted by her uncontrolled moans of pleasure. "Please..Uh, Raju...Ah, please just leave. I don't..ah, ah, ah, ah, want you to see this. Please, Raju. It's not good for you. Aah.. Please Raju"


I wanted to move but I couldn't, I went to move my arm, but it seemed so heavy. I tried to speak, but my throat seized up, no sound came out.





Gani stopped for a moment, "Forget him, Manjari. If he stays there, it's his own damn fault.


Manjari sensing Gani was about to recommence penetration, "Raju, please. Please do it for me. Please leave"


As Manjari finished her sentence, Gani grabbed onto a clump of her hair, "I gave you every chance to leave, but you seem intent on watching me pleasure your wife. Fine, you want to learn about the birds and the bees. I'm the king bee, and this is my little bee, my soft, sweet princess bee. Watch closely"


As Gani firmly pulled Manjari's hair, her gaze left mine, and she faced forward. Her eyes now pointed to the ceiling, and her chin raised.


Gani guided his hand under her gently to ensure she was still wet; she was. He placed his right hand on her ass cheek while still holding her hair with his left hand. His outstretched arms were so thick and muscular.


"Ah, ah, ah," re-emerged. Manjari's innocent screams correlated and contrasted with the dull, forceful sound of Gani thrusting himself in and out of her. His cock dictated her screams by its chosen force, its movement. Gani, now oblivious to me even being there, picked up the pace. He pulled her hair, further reigning Manjari into him, and not letting her escape his grip.





"Aaaaaah," Manjari yelped this solitary noise in recognition of Gani driving deeper inside her. Manjaris' screams were so deep, varied, and precise. "Uh, ah, aah, aaah," continued like a symphony orchestra per the instructions of its conductor. The sole conductor, the master, was Gani. His cock was his baton, and Manjari was just a subservient receptor of his greatness. He controlled, penetrated, and pleasured my Manjari at his will. Gani chose when to make her scream, the velocity of her pants, the depth of her tears. His control was such that he dictated the very heaviness of her breathing.

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"I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming," screamed Manjari. I could sense the desperation in her voice. She was pleading with him to finish her. There was a fear in her voice; her euphoria was so intense, she could not contemplate losing this joy.


Her screams of "I'm coming" echoed around my mind. Her pleas conveyed the immense power Gani wielded over her. He had total control, and her pleasure was at his mercy. He could deliver the ultimate climax, delay her, or even forbid her such elusive, explosive happiness. Gani's draconian, monopolistic grip over Manjari's joy was apparent in her screams. She knew she could not garner the same pleasure at the hands of another man.


Manjari was like a beautiful, innocent deer under the firm grip of a lion. Up until now, her ass moving back and forth could be seen as futile attempts to escape the clutches of this beast. However, her pleas of "I'm coming" conveyed a more significant meaning. They were pleas of acceptance. It's as if she accepted that this brute had won. She was captured, penetrated, and pleasured by an alpha male worthy of her submission, devotion, and admiration.



Manjari's omission of her new ownership was obvious. I could sense Gani coming to the same realization. Sadly, my deepest fears came true. I wept as Gani let go of her hair. It was time. He was going in for the kill. He knew by proceeding; he would give Manjari the most incredible pleasure, simultaneously inflicting the utmost pain upon me. He was in his element. He thrived on both her joy and my misery.


Manjari's head fell forward, her radiant, luxurious hair finally at peace, resting on her back. Gani, unhappy with her position, pushed her head down further, thus flattening her back. Surveying what lay in front of him, he placed both hands at the top of either ass cheek, gripping them forcefully, his blunt claws slightly piercing her soft skin. This monomaniacal focus now gave him total mastery of that one area. The rest of Manjari no longer existed. He had hijacked her ass, and it belonged to him. He pressed down while thrusting his full muscular specimen inside her, allowing him to drive deeper into a depth previously unknown. Manjari let out a squeal, a scream like never before. Like a great explorer, Gani had discovered and conquered unknown land, the soil of which was both rich and fertile.


As he penetrated, her ass gyrated up and down while in a constant state of vibration. Each ascent of his cock resulted in three distinct mechanical reactions, which became like clockwork. His brutish grunt accompanied his thrust. In tune, Manjari's singular scream soon followed. The final stage in the cycle was the brief parting of her cheeks as she rose. In that split second, a momentary spread of her butt unveiled a joyous glimpse of her rosebud asshole.





My gaze turned to him. He was like an animal in heat. His large frame was glistening with sweat, accentuated further by the symmetry of his muscles. Perspiration started to form canals within his six-pack crevices, meeting at their final point, then dripping routinely onto Manjaris ass.


He pounded and pounded. There was no more foreplay, no more games. He had seen the finish line, and he was not going to relent until Manjari reached orgasm. His balls sack swang back and forth in an erratic, yet controlled motion. They were like waves crashing against the base of a cliff. As they crashed against the depths off her body, I could see that they were so large, round, and uncompromising. Manjari must have known how big they were. She must have compared them with mine. Anxiety came over me like never before.


"Uh, Uh, Uh," was followed by protracted silence. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," screamed Manjari in ecstasy, her legs trembling vigorously. Gani had achieved unanimous victory; he had won. He pleasured my wife in a way that I could never comprehend, in my bed, and at my home.


The enormity of this realization was just sinking in. Yet Gani was still going. Alas, for the alpha male, pleasuring a woman is simply a byproduct of satisfying himself. "Aggh, Aggh, Aggh," he grunted as he collapsed his large frame upon her. Gani had just cum inside my wife.


Manjari's long brunette hair was now a mess, conveniently covering both sides of her face, her head pressed against her pillow. Gile's sweaty body lay atop hers, and he was still inside her. I could no longer see her body. His large frame engulfed her.


Gani stood up, turned, and looked at me directly, saying nothing. I could sense he wanted me to look down in the direction of his cock; he was goading me. I dreaded this moment, often speculating if he was big. Sometimes I felt I was worried about nothing. Given the confidence in his eyes, I knew it was not good. I looked downwards, stopping halfway. My mouth collapsed, his cock was monstrous. I held my stare, and my mouth swelled. He was flaccid, but it was apparent he was previously engorged. Admittedly, it was a sight to behold. Bright blue veins pulsated through his penis like grids of live electricity. His power lay in his girth; he was thick, meaty thick.


A tear ran down my cheek. I couldn't gain the strength to remove it. I switched my gaze to Manjari, and my memory was momentarily blank. There she lay, her deceptive beauty was no longer hidden. Her long, naturally brunette hair ran down the length of her back. Her cute butt protruded upwards with a distinct, tight, curved appearance. My hatred and anger went away, and I felt warm, fuzzy thoughts. Manjari was my baby, and I loved her.





Suddenly, a shadow came over my beautiful view. Gani's stretched his large muscular thighs either side of her. Pressing both fists to the bed, he pushed himself further and composed himself at her upper back, straddling her. She seemed so close, but now she looks so far away. Gani tidied up her hair, folding it behind her ears. I could see Manjaris face again. Her eyes now wet, she'd been crying.


She turned, "Raju, I'm so sorry."


What a gut-wrenching image. My baby is saying I'm sorry. I felt like hugging her, crying beside her as we did many times. I moved forward, and my vision zoomed out. I saw the full image. My wife was naked under this impostor. This gorilla who had manipulated her was playing with her ears, massaging her back.


I know by the way she said I'm sorry, the way she called my name, there was still something there. I moved further towards her, approaching her from the side of the bed. The picture got worse; it was ugly, pornographic, and seedy. His fat, hairy, cock rested against her back in the cusp of her hair. It was curled up, almost asleep, and facing me. It was overwhelmingly thick and disgusting. I felt an urge to vomit as something beautiful, innocent, and angelic was submerged under a grotesque monster.


I had to rescue her, "Manjari, it's OK, I love you. Don't be sorry."


Manjari started to cry, "Please don't do this, Raju, please. You're a proud person."



I said, "But Manjari I have to do, I love you, we can work through this"


Gani said, "Look, Raju. I should be upset, not you. You've no right to look at my girlfriend naked. Especially as Mr. Johnson pleasures her." Gani grinned, he knew he was about to rub salt into a wound.


Without thinking, I said, " Mr. Johnson?". Why did I say that out loud?


Gani laughed, "Manjari tell him who Mr. Johnson is"


Manjari just shook her head and pressed her face against the pillow.


"That's OK, baby," said Gani as he rubbed her back.


Gani looked back in my direction, "Mr. Johnson is Manjari's pet name for my penis. She said it gives her a pleasure she never knew existed, so much, so it deserves a name."


Manjari, "Gani!"


Gani pulled her hair behind her ears and patted her head as if Manjari was his disobedient daughter, "It's OK, honeybun. If you can't tell him, I will."


Gani continued, "Manjari named my cock Mr. Johnson Raju, not me. Manjari sucks the cum out of him every day. I don't have to ask her to suck me. She can't sleep if my cum isn't in her tummy.


Manjari buried her face in the pillow, "Gani!"





Gani said, "No, Manjari, I'm not going through this monotony again. He'll learn"


Gani turned back to me, "That reminds me. I noticed you trying to catch a glimpse of my girlfriend's little asshole. She laughed when she told me why you never wanted to fuck her ass; it's because you thought her cute butt was precious. Well, I agree it's an adorable butt. I've wanted it ever since I was in the front row at your wedding. Her white, tight dress really put her ass on display that day. I knew then and there; I had to have it.


That's the difference between me and you, Raju. I don't appreciate and dream about things. I see them, and I take them, I make them mine. I didn't just stare at her ass. I was man enough to take the virginity of her sweetest point."

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I started to cry, but he kept going, "She begged me to take her Raju, to fill her up. I know you'll be jacking off in your dungeon/basement, so I may as well throw you a bone. Her asshole is as tight as it is pretty. It exerts exponential pressure around my cock, causing me to cum unforeseen buckets. Next time, you drool at her butt from afar akin to a lap dog. Just know one thing, an increasingly concentrated serving of my cum is resting deep in her asshole at all times. I love seeing her cute butt bounce out of my office in her designer skirts. I know a part of me is in her at all times. She is marked. She is mine. Oh, what's with the shock in your face. Does "she is mine" offend you. You didn't know your wife was submissive. It takes greatness to evoke the inherent submission within a woman Raju."


Manjari cried, "Gani, please stop."





Gani stroked Manjari's head, "It's OK, baby. He needs to know the truth. We can't have him interrupting us like this again. It's time for the truth even if it hurts. You've done nothing wrong, so don't worry. I'm proud of you."


Gani looked at me, "So that's it, Raju. Yes, I'm sitting above her and yes she's mine, she belongs to me. You must accept that Manjari wants it this way. She wants Mr. Johnson inside her. Manjari wants to cook for me, I know she never cooked for you. Tonight, she'll sleep naked, cocooned in my arms. Get it!"


Manjari, "Gani stop, please leave him alone."


I wanted her with every fiber of my being. I wanted to hug her, kiss her. I said, "Manjari, it's OK. It's all OK. I still love you."


Angered by my persistence, Gani got up off Manjari and strolled over to the bay window, opening the long-drawn curtains. The natural light is now illuminating his hard body.


Gani said, "OK, Raju, take her from me. If Manjari wants you, she can go to you. I want Manjari to be happy too."


I pleaded, "Manjari, please, come on. Let's get up and go. We can talk this over. We can work it out."


Manjari shook her head, "Raju, why are you doing this to yourself. You just saw me sleep with another man Raju. Please have some self-respect. Please, Raju, you're better than this."





I fell to my knees, "I love you, I'd do anything for you, I'd do anything. Let's be a family again. I'll make everything right."


Manjari cried, "Raju, stop, you're behaving silly. Please stop."


Gani now walked to the other side of the bed, directly facing me. Gani said, "Manjari, he's right. If you want to go with him go, I'm not stopping you. If you want to go with me, come over here and come into me. I want to hold you. It's up to you, though. The choice is yours."


Manjari turned in his direction. She could see what I saw, his muscular, ripped physique—his massive balls and cock.


In desperation, I shouted, "Manjari, come to me. Please come to me."


Manjari unperturbed by my words, dragged her thighs along the bed and hugged his midsection, placing her face against his hard stomach. Gani smirked while stroking her hair. He put his hand under her thighs, maneuvering her hips so he could lift her. In one swift motion, he scooped her up and cradled her like a baby, his baby.


Manjari pressed her head against his chest, seemingly totally at ease. She looked so happy and peaceful. Once in his arms, Manjari no longer acknowledged me. She closed her eyes while he slightly rocked her side to side.





Gani looked down at Manjari, "If I am your protector, your provider, your owner, your guardian, you're everything-then kiss me. Kiss your Daddy on the lips". Manjari kept her eyes closed, gravitated forward, and kissed him gently on the lips. It was as if she was his little girl.


Gani looked up, "Now Raju, Manjari will be my wife soon. I am going to impregnate her, as is her wish. I'm sorry if I came across mean today, but you left me with no choice. I had to put an end to your fantasy. It's not healthy. Accept your previous relationship to her means nothing; it's as if it didn't exist.


Gani said, "You're officially employed here as a nanny. Entering the bedroom of your employers is a breach of privacy, a sackable offense. I could terminate your contract with immediate effect. Look, I'll have to reconsider if we should keep you. You're good with the kids, but that's your job. We're not looking for a new family member. We're looking for a competent nanny. Mow our lawn, do our laundry, clean up after the huskies, and make sure our toilets always sparkle. It's that simple."


Gani continued, "Do you still want to be employed here?"


I said, "Well, I want to be with my kids."


I asked you a question, "Do you still want to be employed here."


"Yes"


Gani said, "OK, I'll think about it. We'll have to terminate your existing contract based on today and devise a new rolling weekly contract. It would be like an ongoing trial."


I looked to Manjari for help but nothing. She heard everything, but none of it bothered her. Gani pulled out the duvet and lay down her beautiful body on the bed. He got in, and she just nestled in his arms, her back facing me.





Gani looked up, "Raju, why are you still here, should you not be picking the boys up from their game and making their dinner."


"Yes"


"Yes, what Raju, if you want a job here, you'll need to be respectful."


I gulped, "Yes, sir."


"Oh, and Raju, the tires on my jeep are covered in dog shit. Soapy water will not work well enough, use that industrial cleaner."


"Raju?"


"Yes, sir."


"Good, shut the door."




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To say that Krish despised his stepmother would be putting it mildly. Ever since Meera Chopra had married his dad six years ago she had made his life miserable. His father was a business exec who took frequent trips. And while away Meera made things so strict on him that he couldn't enjoy life at all. Krish had enjoyed sports, but throughout highcollege he had been forbidden to play because Meera "didn't have time to waste picking him up after college." Despite the fact that she didn't work and just hung around the house or ran around with her friends all day. 





Even though Krish was now 18 she had opposed his dad's idea of getting him a car and refused to allow him to drive her car at all, insisting that he needed to buy his own. Only when his dad was home did he ever get the opportunity to drive, or even leave the house. What made matters worse was that he knew she was nothing more than a gold-digger. Meera was only 30 when she married his dad. Krish had often overheard her bragging to her friends about how well off she had it. And he knew that she longed for the day when Krish graduated and left home.


Recently Krish had gotten into trouble with his stepmother after she caught him masturbating. She apparently had peeped in on him while he lay on his bed pleasuring himself. He was certain that she must have spied on him for most of the act because she threw open the door just as he began ejaculating. As if the humiliation wasn't enough his stepmom informed anyone who called for him what she had caught him doing.





But Krish would soon have his revenge. When the phone rang one night he picked up the receiver in the kitchen and listened in to his stepmother's conversation with another man. To his surprise he overheard Meera making arrangements to meet this guy at his house that night. Krish couldn't believe that his stepmother was cheating on his dad so he decided to get proof. This way he might be able to get her out of his life.


That evening, when Meera left the house Krish ran out behind her. He had pilfered the keys to his dad's car while she wasn't looking, and with the camcorder in his hand, he began following his stepmother to her destination. When she had arrived he parked down the street and sneaked into the yard. When the light went on in the bedroom Krish noticed that the blinds were still open. He had the perfect opportunity to film his stepmother having sex with another guy. While watching he couldn't help but become aroused. He could see why his dad liked her. Meera was pretty, and she had a great body. Big firm breast and a tight ass. As soon as they were finished he rushed to the car and drove home. Contemplating his revenge.





The next morning Krish decided to skip College. He hid downstairs until he heard the shower go on. Krish quickly grabbed the memory card from the night before and ran upstairs to his parent's bedroom. He stuck the card in the bedroom TV and waited. When Meera came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel she was shocked to see what was on her TV. "Great show, huh." Krish said as he stepped into view.





Meera jumped, covering herself with the towel. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She demanded.


"You fucked up this time," Krish told her. "When dad sees this you're out of here."


Meera gasped at the reality of his words. She stammered but was unable to say anything."


"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Krish asked sarcastically.


"Please, Krish. Don't show that to your dad..." She started.


"Fuck you, bitch!" Krish shouted. "You've made my life miserable now you're gonna pay."


Meera was losing control. "Look Krish. I'll do anything you ask. You can have the car whenever you want. Hell, I'll get your dad to buy you your own car."





"A car would be nice. I'll take that. But first I want to watch you play with your pussy."


"What?!" Meera cried out, unable to believe what she had just heard.

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"That's right, you watched me jack off now I get to watch you."


Meera shook her head. She wouldn't degrade herself by masturbating before her stepson.


"Dad sure won't like that." Krish said with a grin.


Meera gave in. She dropped her right hand under the towel and began rubbing her pussy for him.


"Not like that," He said. "Lay on the bed totally naked and do it until I say you're finished."


Meera hesitated a moment, then dropped the towel and lay on the bed. She spread her legs and began fingering her pussy.





"Play with your tits with your other hand." Krish ordered.


Meera raised her left hand and began massaging her boobs and stroking her nipples while rubbing her pussy. She wondered how long he was going to make her do this before being satisfied. She was shocked when he dropped his pants and started stroking his erect penis while watching. "Good" she thought to herself, "as soon as he cums he'll probably let me stop." Meera now regretted barging in on him while he was playing with himself. She had suspected it when she peeped in. And true to Krish's intuition, she had watched him for a couple minutes until he came. She particularly enjoyed ruining his moment of orgasm by throwing the door open and yelling at him. She had enjoyed it, but not been sexually stimulated by it. Now she was being forced to masturbate for him while he was sexually aroused.


"Rub your clit." Krish ordered.






"Meera had hoped he wouldn't notice that she was avoiding her love button. But now she had to work it as well. The moment she started she could feel the arousal inside her. When she saw Krish stop stroking she knew that he was going to wait until she had an orgasm before finishing himself. She hated doing it, but decided that the best thing would be to work herself into a climax as quickly as possible. So doing her best to ignore him standing there she rubbed and fingered herself until she got off in front of him. After forcing herself to an orgasm she stopped and lay there.


"Did I tell you to stop?" Krish asked.





"Shit" she thought. "The little bastard wants me to keep it up." Meera knew that after one orgasm the next would be quicker and stronger. Her pussy was sensitive as hell after this but now she had to continue. She rubbed her pussy again. Soon she brought herself to a second orgasm, but Krish didn't let her stop until she had completed a third. After that she lay still waiting for him to degrade her by making her watch him jack off. But Krish had other things in mind.


Krish leaped onto the bed, climbing over his stepmother. "What the fuck are you doing?" She yelled.


"Fucking you, what else." Krish said laughing.


"Oh no you're not!" Meera shouted as she tried to fight him off of her. But Krish was stronger and already had her pinned down. Meera kicked and fought but Krish forced her legs apart with his own while holding her arms. Then fell down between her legs shoving his hard dick into her already soaked pussy. "Ohhhhhh nooooooo!" Meera cried.





Krish began fucking his stepmother's pussy. It didn't take long before he was unloading his cum into her belly. That was way too fast he thought to himself after his orgasm. Meera just lay beneath him in shock. She couldn't believe that she had just been bangd by her stepson.


Krish climbed up over her chest sticking his still hard cock in her face. "Suck it." He ordered.


Meera stared at his dick in disbelief. She wasn't prepared when his hand struck her across the cheek. "I said suck my dick!" He ordered.

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Meera didn't know what to do. But she didn't want him to beat her. So she opened her mouth and took his dick between her lips. She could feel the taste of his cum and her own juices as he began sliding in and out of her mouth. When he shoved it in too far Meera gagged. To avoid choking she began sucking his cock on her own. She sucked as he leaned over her enjoying the sight of his bitchy-stepmother pleasuring him with her mouth. This was the first time Krish ever enjoyed the sight of her face and he told her so. Meera continued sucking for several minutes. Soon Krish resumed pumping her mouth slowly. Whenever she closed her eyes Krish would order her to open up and watch. He wanted her to see him when he shot his load into her mouth. That was the first moment that she realized that she was going to have to take him in her mouth. Meera had always loved sucking cock, but she rarely ever let a guy come in her mouth. She always preferred him to pull out first. She had just assumed that Krish was making her suck him for a little while since he had already cum. Krish's father always stopped after one orgasm. But Meera realized that Krish was more than twenty years younger. And she remembered that teen-age boys were much more able to go all night. Or she feared in this case, all day.






Meera had no choice but to continue sucking. She could feel his dick swelling and knew that he was about ready to cum again. She tried to ready herself for the act but was still caught off guard when he bucked and shot the first wad into her mouth. "Swallow it!" Krish yelled as he continued pumping his cum into her mouth. Meera swallowed in disgust. But it was either that or choke on it. For a second orgasm Krish had let loose a large amount of cum into her mouth and throat. He continued forcing his dick in and out of her mouth long after he had finished with his orgasm.





When Krish got up Meera saw that he was still erect. She decided to make a run for it in order to get away from him. But when she jumped off the bed Krish grabbed her and threw her back to the side of the bed face first. Her knees fell to the floor as her upper torso landed on the mattress. "Stay there, bitch!" Krish ordered. "I'm not through with you yet."


Meera whimpered when Krish got down behind her. She felt him moving into position to take her from behind. Meera had reluctantly accepted what was about to happen when she realized with horror that she had misinterpreted his plan once again. She felt Krish's cockhead rub between her asscheeks up against her asshole. "Oh god no." She begged. "Not there Krish. Please not there!"





Krish had thought that doing his stepmother in the ass would be enjoyable. But wasn't sure if he really wanted to do it. This was something that he had never tried with either of his first two girlfriends. But when he heard Meera begging him not to do it he knew that this was one opportunity that he couldn't pass on. "I'm gonna fuck your tight little asshole, mommy-dearest." Krish said with a chuckle.


"Please, Krish." Meera continued to plead. "I can't take it there! You can do my pussy or mouth again if you want, but please don't!"


"Beg me to fuck your pussy." Krish said.


Meera gave it her all. "Please fuck my pussy, Krish. Please."


Krish pressed his dick farther against her ass.


"Oh, Krish. Please fuck my pussy. I need it so bad, please fuck my pussy."


"OK." Krish said, pulling back just a little.


"Oh thank you." Meera cried with relief.


Then Krish rammed forward. The head of his dick plowed up against her asshole. Ignoring the resistance Krish plowed ahead with all his strength. Meera screamed in fear and pain as his cockhead began spreading her anal ring gaining access into her chute. This was something that she had avoided her whole life. Only once had someone tried and she had to make him stop because of the pain. But now she was unable to stop her stepson from invading her asshole. With one final thrust Krish's cock broke through and slammed inside her ass. 





Meera wailed in agony as he drove his dick to the hilt inside her. Krish took a moment to situate himself then began pumping his stepmother's ass with a vengeance. Enjoying her cries of pain and mercy. The more she begged him to stop the harder he fucked her. To Krish this was a wonderful sensation. He had never felt anything so tight, yet so smooth, around his cock. He pumped harder and harder as Meera lay before him gripping the bedsheets in her fists. Meera couldn't believe the pain she was feeling. Krish's dick would pull back and ram into her backside again. Each time he shoved forward she felt that her asshole would split apart. If she thought that the blowjob had taken too long then this was worse. Krish fucked his stepmother's asshole for ten minutes and was still going at it. Meera wished that she could pass out and escape this anal-bang but she found no relief. Her asshole did loosen up, or perhaps it had torn open under the attack, which gave her some relief but not much. To make things ever worse, Krish's balls were slapping against her pussy with every thrust. As they struck her clit she could feel her pussy becoming aroused. Her pussy wanted to be filled. But all she wanted was for Krish too finally cum and leave her alone. After a few more minutes Krish began thrusting even harder. She heard him moan as he tightened his hold on her hips and began ramming his dick faster, shooting his cum into her bleeding asshole. When he was finished he pulled his cock out with a sickening pop. Meera felt her bowls trying to expel as he jerked free.





"Clean my cock." Krish ordered.


Meera's entire body was shaking. She turned her head and saw his cock going limp before her. "Thank god." She thought to herself. "He's finished.". She thought it disgusting that he wanted her to clean him now. She reached for a box of hand-i-wipes on the nightstand but heard Krish say, "Not with that. With your mouth."


Meera thought she would vomit. Krish took her head and guided it to his lap. When she didn't respond he said, "You want me to do your ass again?"

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Not wanting that she opened up and began sucking his dick again. She could smell and taste the insides of her ass on his dick. She forced saliva over his cock doing her best to clean it with her tongue. She became alarmed when his dick became erect in her mouth.





Krish grabbed her and pulled her up on the bed. She had long ago lost the ability to resist. Krish rolled onto his back and pulled his exhausted stepmother on top of him. "Now you're going to fuck me while I lay her and enjoy it." He said.


Meera slid her pussy down along his cock. Relieved that he wanted pussy and not her ass. Krish lay still and made her ride him. He reached up and took her tits into his hands. Then he began sucking on each nipple. Every so often he would bite one of them hard enough to bring Meera to the verge of tears. But mostly he just lay there enjoying the fact that his stepmother was riding his cock. Meera rose her hips up and down. Thinking about how long it had taken him to cum in her ass she realized that this might take a while. It was then that she felt the stirring deep within her own pussy. The constant slamming of Krish's balls against her clit had already aroused her. Now she felt her pussy longing for another orgasm. She tried to slow her pace to avoid it but Krish demanded that she continue harder. Meera fucked her stepson, feeling her pussy come more alive with every thrust. She clenched her teeth and tried to think of anything else but her inner desires were too hard to control. She begged her body to not give her stepson the satisfaction of feeling her climaxing on his cock. But there was nothing she could do to stop it. After several minutes of fucking she felt her pussy about to explode. Krish sensed his mother's orgasm and began thrusting his hips to meet her. "You're gonna cum on my cock, mother." Krish said. "Look me in the eyes as you cum."





Meera looked down at Krish's face. She hated the look of smug satisfaction she saw as her body jerked uncontrollably. Meera had a powerful orgasm. She bit her lip trying to remain silent but still unleashed a moan of delight as wave after wave of multiple orgasms filled her body. When Krish smiled up at her she wanted to scream in rage. She hated every moment of this pleasure but could do nothing to prevent her body from enjoying it. And worse, he wasn't ready to cum yet. Meera continued fucking him, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm as she rode his stiff cock. After another fifteen minutes she felt Krish's pace quickening. She fucked faster trying to put an end to it, but brought herself to one more climax just before Krish cried out and shot his load into her waiting pussy.





After cumming in his stepmother Krish rolled her to the side and got up. Meera lay on the bed with her eyes closed. They opened when she heard what Krish had to say. "That should make an interesting second half."


"What?" Meera asked. She looked up and saw Krish pull the camcorder out of the closet.


"I filmed the whole thing. With a little editing all I'll have are the parts where you begged me to fuck you and you riding me to orgasm after orgasm. Not to mention you playing with yourself in front of me."


Meera's jaw hung open in disbelief.





"Don't worry, I won't show the tapes to dad if you behave."


Meera didn't like the sound of what she was hearing.


"Of course you'll have to get rid of your boyfriend. If I catch you cheating on dad again I will let him know. But whenever he's out of town you can share my bed."


Meera was shaking. She couldn't afford to lose her marriage. But that would happen if her husband found out about her affairs. And if Krish followed through on his threat of editing the tape then it would appear that she had been a willing participant in this bang. And with him being her stepson she feared that she could face criminal charges. Meera felt trapped. Her own greed and lust had done her in. Now she was to become a sex slave to her stepson.


"Do we have a deal?" Krish asked.


Meera nodded her head in agreement.


"Good," He replied. "Now let's discuss what kind of car I'm getting."





THE-END

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Part-15


Rakul was so emotionally obliged to him for his forgiveness that she preferred to remain silent, and dropped her eyes by glancing downwards.


At this moment, she noticed the big erected 9th inches long cock of Krishan Kumar. A current swept through her entire body. She had never seen such a huge dick ever in her life. Her husband's cock was just 6 inches, much smaller than this giant cock. She got so excited that without thinking anything, she circled her arms around the neck of Krishan Kumar, and put her hot lips on the lips of Krishan Kumar in such a forced manner that automatically her tongue probed inside the mouth of Krishan Kumar. Then the volcano erupted, both of them kissed and probed their tongues with each other frantically, like crazy young lovers.





Krishan Kumar looked at her face, and she was smiling and looking sexier than before, her hairs dishevelled all over her face, and covered in sweat. He cleared her face of the hairs, and gave her a lingering kiss. He eyed her tits seriously for a moment.


"You've got the beautiful tits , Rakul," he said.


"They're all yours, only yours," Rakul whispered, pulling her shoulders back, and thrusting her breasts out towards his face. His response was instantaneous. His mouth caught and sucked at the first nipple until it hardened, then covered her other breast. Rakul was in heaven.


"Oh God," she moaned, her eyes closed, her hands holding his head to her ample breasts.



Then she started removing his lungi which fell on the floor. Then she unbuttoned his T- shirt and took it off. Krishan Kumar became completely naked like her now, and he was feeling some sort of strange pleasure. Now her soft hands were caressing his huge fat cock which sprang out in full erection. He watched her as her eyes grew wide at its size and width. She caught his cock in her hand lovingly. She lovingly fondled his penis as he stood over. He pressed her breasts. His cock was brushing against her thighs and crotch. It got stimulated further. She caressed his hands. She also exerted some pressure on his hands which were cupping her breasts. He further increased the pressure of his hands on her breasts. He started squeezing them.


Rakul sighed sexily, "Ooohhhh... Sir... oooohhhh yess...that's fine."


Krishan Kumar lifted her with his two hands and carried her to bed.


Rakul bent her knees, and spread her legs wide, Krishan Kumar knelt between her widely flared hips, and kissed her distended clitoris with his tongue.





"Oh God, darling," Rakul groaned.


As he went down on her, plunged his face and tongue into her beautiful, hairy pussy, Rakul went wild, crying out how much she wanted him to fuck her.


His tongue slowly and deliberately circled Rakul's swollen clit, teasing the pouting lips of her hot pussy.


Rakul was writhing on the bed, moaning, "Oh God" over and over again, as she pulled his head closer into her bucking hips.


Her eyes were closed, her gorgeous face whipping from side to side on the pillow, globular breasts heaving, as her body responded to his glorious lovemaking.





Krishan Kumar raised his head slightly, still maintaining his tongue deep in her pussy, as Rakul twisted and churned her hips, raising her legs way up into the air, bending them at the knees and hips. She reached up, and wrapped her slender arms around her knees, and brought her upper thighs back down until they both pressed sharply down into her big, well rounded breasts.


This caused her back to arch up, bringing her buttocks way up off the bed, and the angle better permitted Krishan Kumar to work his tongue even deeper and deeper into her sopping-wet pussy. As her pussy became more lubricated with her passion juices, his tongue moved in a long, slow curve, starting at the base of Rakul's spine, licking along the cleft of her buttocks, pausing to push deep into her vagina, then lifting to tease the sensitive skin where the lips met and the tingling clitoris between them.





Krishan Kumar gently slid two fingers up into Rakul's sopping snatch while he sucked her dripping clit. Rakul began the long breathless groaning towards what appeared to be a mammoth orgasm approaching.


Krishan Kumar's tongue teased Rakul's pussy, alternately licking her lust-plumped vaginal lips and clit, while he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her sopping vagina.


"Oh God, don't stop, don't stop now," Rakul moaned, thrashing about on the bed, "I'm going to come, please, suck my clit harder, make me come," she begged.

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She was seconds away from total release. As he sucked harder on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy in a blur of motion.


"Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'm almost there, oh God, yesss..."Rakul cried.


He shoved his thumb up her anus, his tongue sucking Rakul's clit like his life depended on it.


"Yesss...yessss...like that...yessss...I'm cumming...I'm cummmminnnngggg!" Rakul screamed.





Rakul screamed her pleasure as she came and came in a prolonged orgasm, her hips bucking off the bed, her breasts flopping wildly, as her body exploded with pleasure in response to Krishan Kumar's loving ministrations. It seemed it would go on forever.


Each time the sensations ceased, Krishan Kumar would thrust his finger deep into Rakul's ass, or lick her clitoris, or bite the lips of her cunt, and it would start all over again; until, out of sheer exhaustion, Rakul pleaded, "Stop, Sir, stop, I've no energy left, it will kill me." Rakul's body stopped twitching after several minutes, as Krishan Kumar continued to gently lick her engorged clit.


Finally, Rakul weakly pushed his head away, and he slid between her outstretched arms as she embraced him loosely. "That was the best," Rakul whispered to him, "You certainly know how to pleasure a woman with your tongue."





They grinned at each other, and Rakul moved down on Krishan Kumar, rubbing his cock.


Krishan Kumar lay down on the bed, Rakul's body straddling his, his waist inches from Rakul's flushed, gorgeous face, she stared at his throbbing cock, inched from her mouth, and moaned softly.


Rakul stroked his cock with her fingertips, and stared in amazement at his huge cock. It was around nine inches long, and it was thick, my God, it was thick. "Such a big cock," Rakul cooed, "Like a big lollipop." This was a terribly exciting moment for her.


With a moan of frenzied lust, she reached out and wrapped both hands around it. It was amazed that so much of his huge cock still protruded from her fists. Holding the shaft steady, Rakul lowered her head and gently kissed the bloated tip. As Rakul's hot breath fanned his prick, Krishan Kumar shivered lustily.





Rakul's stiff nipples were grazing his body, her luscious big tits swaying gently as she crawled into position. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the thick, hairy base of his prick, steadying the bucking shaft, gently cupping his balls in her palm. With a moan, Rakul stuck out her tongue and began lashing it all over the engorged, purple head of Krishan Kumar's cock.


Rakul shivered over the head of his cock, greedily licking up the single drop of pre-cum that had formed, moaning at the taste, "God, I love you," she groaned, as she slid the head of his cock into her mouth.


Rakul sucked more and more of Krishan Kumar's cock into her mouth, her tongue dancing along the sensitive areas of his cock with wild abandon. She gently massaged his swollen balls with her fingertips, and he moaned deep in his throat. Incredibly, his cock was growing bigger, bigger than any cock she had ever seen. It was swelling to mammoth proportions, crowding her throat, pushing against her palate. Yet Rakul had no difficulty in swallowing more and more of his cock.





She deep-throated him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and then slowly let it slide out of her mouth with a loud plop. Then she settled down into a rhythm, sucking his cock, her head bobbing back and forth over the stiff shaft, while she moaned in obvious enjoyment.


Krishan Kumar now had a hold on her head and he was pushing it, pulling it, mumbling, "Good, so good, so good, good..."


Rakul was ravished at his hands, and threw herself back on the bed, spreading her legs and thighs wide open in shameless invitation, working to position her body under his, begging, imploring him, "Now Sir, now, please. Please put it in me, oh, let me, let me put it in. Oh, I love it so. Fuck me, fuck me good." She took the head of his giant cock and guided it to her flared vaginal lips.





His cock found the outer lips, and she let go. She was a slave to her desire, and she needed his cock to quench the fire in her loins. Yet he did not give her what she wanted.


He rubbed his erect cock up and down her pussy lips, slapping her vaginal mound with his cock-head, and Rakul moaned. "Oh, God, Sir, I need you. I need you so bad."


He teased her, not allowing her the penetration she desired. "What do you need? Tell me what you need, lover, dearest?" Krishan Kumar teased.

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Rakul wrapped her hand around his cock and fondled it. "This is what I need. I need this inside me. Please don't make me wait to feel your wonderful cock deep inside me. I need you inside me," Rakul begged.


"Oh, Sir, my big stud, make love to me! Please take me now! Oh yes, my King, hurt me!" Rakul moaned just before Krishan Kumar entered her.


Her eyes transfixed on his mammoth penis. As he slowly slid his giant cock head between her pussy lips, she screamed.





Krishan Kumar slowly slid his monster cock into Rakul's willing pussy, straining against her pussy lips, as her vaginal walls quivered and stretched to accommodate his huge maleness.


Rakul's eyes were closed, and her breathing was ragged. "Take it easy, honey," she said in a high, querulous voice.


"Why?" Krishan Kumar teased, "Looks as though you're enjoying it."


"How can I? It's the size of a fucking big cucumber," Rakul gasped, working her hips in an incredibly sexy manner to receive him.


Krishan Kumar withdrew the entire length of his cock, and slowly re-entered Rakul's tight pussy.





"Shove it in me, Sir, "Rakul cried, her vagina surrendering to the wonderful feelings his cock was producing in her pussy.


Krishan Kumar pulled out and re-entered her again and again, enjoying the delicious entry, the hot moistness and snug clinging of her thick, fleshy pussy lips, as his hard penis and her moist vulva held together so deeply inside her.


Each of his re-entering thrusts brought a fresh "Aaahhh..." from Rakul's parted lips, as her head whipped from side to side.


She twirled and pumped her buttocks as far and as fast as she could in an effort to make his cock work as deeply into her pussy as it would go. With a loud sigh, Krishan Kumar lifted himself upon his hands and knees, his back bowed slightly as he looked down beneath him, and smiled as he saw the reason for his pleasure.


There below his hard, flat stomach he could see the thick furry shaft of his huge cock just before it disappeared into Rakul's body. As he slowly but firmly thrust his hips upward, causing that fat shaft to sink into Rakul's dainty little body, she lifted her body up off the bed in an effort to receive as much of his cock as she possibly could.





Rakul's hairy pubic region plunged up and down in rhythm with his matching strokes, and her pretty pussy was being distorted as he plunged his shaft in and out of it. When he withdrew his cock, leaving only the head of it within her, it actually sucked the flesh from her inner vaginal area, outside the now inflamed labia, fully exposing her clitoris.


As he shoved his thick shaft forward into Rakul's eager pussy, all that flesh disappeared, and in fact so did half those lips, being stuffed deep within her love channel.


His strokes were now longer, faster, unceasing ones, and soon he was fucking Rakul relentlessly, driving his penis into her unremittingly, as she squirmed to encompass his thrusts.



Rakul was on her back, her legs spread wide, thighs bent to her chest, and held by Krishan Kumar. Her head was turning side to side, eyes pressed shut in ecstasy as she moaned in pleasure.


Krishan Kumar was leaning forward over her, propping himself up with his arms, driving his thick cock deep into her juicy pussy. Her legs were around the outside of his upper arms toward his shoulders, her pussy was wet and wide open, as he fucked her hard and fast with his big tool.


Her tits bounced on every stroke, and hips moved in perfect rhythm to his thrusts, his big strong ass bouncing up and down between her delicate thighs. His huge cock was covered with her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy.


Krishan Kumar continued pounding his big cock into Rakul's dripping pussy. His cock was long and hard as he drove his thick member deep into her, thrusting himself into her cunt, burying his cock to the hilt. Her wetness glistened on his thick shaft as he stroked it in and out of her pussy. His cock was stretching Rakul's pussy as he entered her.


Over and over he plunged his big cock deep into her glistening pussy, thrusting deep and pumping, giving her every inch of his great length and thickness.





"Sir, my darling, God, you're tearing me apart," Rakul gasped.


At first, he continued fucking her, as her pussy expanded. "Too hard," he asked, "want me slower?"


"No, goddammit, harder, don't hold back, give it to me harder. I love it, I love you, "grunted Rakul.


With a painful effort, Rakul brought her hips off the bed and linked her ankles behind his back. This sent him into a frenzy of jack-hammering. His cock now seemed to be attached to a pile-driving mechanism as he held her by the hips and relentlessly hammered his cock into her.

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With great power he plunged into her, deep, deep into her. He thrust at her, hacking at life, splitting her wide with his fury. He plunged, rutting, with a rage that drove Rakul to a sweaty convulsion, as she squirmed slickly beneath him, trying to encompass and hold his frenzied blows.


He put one hand over Rakul's mouth to stifle her screams. Then he rents her brutally, oblivious to her pain or pleasure. He did not speak, but with intent ferocity rent the pale heart and continued to plunge even after she collapsed prone and boneless beneath him, a continent conquered by his hard blows.





Rakul enthusiastically received his huge penis into her, taking his cock deep into her cunt, moving with him, returning his thrusts, joyously working her pussy onto his big hard cock. Her pussy was gushing her wetness as his mammoth cock filled her cunt again and again, opening her wide and filling her beyond belief, penetrating so very deep.
"Oh God," Rakul screamed, "Don't stop now."


Rakul was panting and gasping, her juice running from her pussy, down the crack of her ass. She was humping and bucking against him, taking his huge cock deep within her to the depths of her womanhood, grinding on his great manhood and crying out her pleasure as he thrust deeply into her.


Krishan Kumar's huge cock was invading Rakul's pussy. He plunged his thick member deep into her cunt, stretching her, filling her to capacity-then withdrew, wet with her juices, only to plunge again, driving deep into her excited pussy.


Again and again he thrust his fat cock into her as Rakul wantedonly spread herself for him, taking his ten inches of thick-veined manhood deep within her hot little cunt. He shoved his big cock harder and faster into her pussy as she continued to cry out in ecstasy. At first her legs were in the air, bouncing up and down in rhythm to his powerful thrusts.



Then they were wrapped around his waist. Then he positioned her legs over his shoulders as he pressed them down on her chest for maximum penetration. Her ankles were now pinned to the mattress beside her ears and her pussy was being pounded to mush by his huge cock.


As their hips and groins thrust together and her head began to be slammed against the headboard, Rakul dug her nails into Krishan Kumar's back and told him, "Ohhhh...I have never been fucked so deep or so hard."


Rakul was in ecstasy, approaching orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side, her thick black hair flying. Her body was damp from the perspiration of her passion as she thrust her hips, taking his length deep within her.


Her pussy was slick with her juices, gushing her wetness and making wet sounds as he pistoned his raging penis deep into her.


She cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oohh, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop now! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm goingg too cummmm!"


Krishan Kumar continued to drive his cock hard and deep into Rakul's pussy as she began to cum.


She was delirious, yelling out, "Ohhh Yess! Ohhh, God Yesss! Ahh! Ahhhh! Yes! Ohhhhuuunngghhhhh! Ohh Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"


He was relentlessly driving his massive cock deep into Rakul's ravaged pussy, pumping, pounding his hard, thick manhood into her throbbing cunt.


Rakul was endlessly cumming, yelling, crying out, thrashing, frantically thrusting her hips over and over again as he drove his huge penis to the depths of her cunt, causing her body to shudder with wave after crashing wave of orgasm. Rakul was making guttural animal sounds as he held her by the hips, fucking his entire length and girth deep into her soaking pussy.





Rakul was having multiple orgasms, her pussy was throbbing, contracting, sucking, milking his huge penis as Krishan Kumar fucked her. She was continuously moaning, throwing her head from side to side, delirious with orgasm as for several minutes he continued to pound his big cock into her.


She was cumming and cumming and screaming for Krishan Kumar to fuck her harder and deeper. Her pussy was stretched to accommodate his huge cock, accepting it, swallowing it completely, surrounding it, taking his length and width deep within her tight folds.


Their pelvic areas were drenched with the wetness flowing from her pussy, as he kept driving his huge penis deep into her pussy, over and over, thrusting, driving, pounding, causing her to scream as she climaxed again and again. Her cunt was throbbing and quaking, gushing her wetness as his rock-hard cock pistoned deep into her over and over, causing her to experience multiple, shattering orgasms.





Soon Krishan Kumar slowed his pace until he was languidly stroking his hard and bulging member in and out of her soaked and ravaged pussy as she came down from her orgasms. Rakul was as limp as a rag doll and her breathing came in ragged, panting gasps. She was still moaning as the last of her orgasms ebbed from her body.


Krishan Kumar then slowly slid his cock very deep and completely into her cunt, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure. In that position, pelvis to pelvis with his nine thick inches of hard cock buried completely within her, he reached with his right arm under her and around her waist, lifting her and holding her as he rolled over onto his back.


She was now laying full length on top of him with his big cock still penetrating deep into her pussy. Rakul pushed herself up to a sitting position, leaning slightly forward, propping herself up with her hands on his chest.


She tilted her head back and cried out in pleasure as she leaned back and sank farther down onto his massive penis, her small body quaking in orgasm, her tight pussy clenching and contracting around the stiff manhood filling her so completely.





After her orgasm subsided, she began to ride him again, slowly, raising slightly off his huge erection, then sinking back down upon it, taking him deep into her cunt, grinding down onto him, milking his marvellous penis.


"Oooh, yes," she cooed, "Your cock is so fucking big! It's so thick and fat! Oh, it's so...good!" she was moaning quietly with her head thrown back as she gently rode his monster cock.


She would raise slightly, an inch of his thick member withdrawing from her slick pussy, then she would grind down hard upon him, exulting in the depth to which he penetrated her, moaning from the exquisite pleasure his huge cock gave her.